Covered in your blood. She swore she worked too hard for this.

Here she is, dragging your “corpse” through the mud during a rainy day of the Bamboo Forest of the Lost. Maybe she’s wrong for this, is she? Is she wrong for showing up to Eientei and knocking you out, just so she could time with you? Maybe, maybe not. She doesn’t really care if it’s wrong, both of you have all the time in the world, you’ll be alright. You don’t really need the attention of anybody there anyway.

The reason that she defiles your mind, she weeps at times while the rain subsides. You’ll be rotting—a corpse, the pieces, adjourned. Hope they never find those pieces of your heart, but even if they do, it’s already hers. Your mind, your body, everything was hers. Or, at least she hopes so, if you said they weren’t Mokou doesn’t know what she’d do, set you on fire, or beat you black and blue and leave you to rot. Who knows? She gets a bit angry when it comes to you.

Finally—she was home. That little home she resided in, sure it was in the middle of nowhere, but its home. She’d throw your body onto her futon that she was sleeping in earlier. It’d be a bit before you’d wake up, but you would. And you’d sprawl up, perfectly fine—like always. Houraijin’s are as good as new with a nap.

“There you are…”

It’s… a bit dark in here.

“Oh, right, hold on.” She’d open the blinds a bit, the light outside would shine in, although since it’s raining, it’s not a lot. “Better?”

Mokou would make her way over to you, still covered in your and…something or someone elses blood it seems.

“Don’t worry about it, just… look at me.” You’d tilt your head up to look at her. “Good. It took a lot to get you here yknow? I had to—use various methods. But it’s all worth it since I’ve got you here-“

“…all alone. With me. Like it should’ve been from the start.”

She’s touching your face like you’re some sort of frail bird. Which, to her, you are. And a bird doesn’t need anybody else but their caretaker, right?