It was not it Katsumi's nature to be aggressive or dominate in her interactions with the living world. She had no dominion over the living, just the dead, and even then she had very little power or sway. Long ago she had come to understand her nature and her duty and to question it now made her stomach tighten. Wherever that was at the moment ( Read more... )

The dying sun, the dying flesh.

Always look, always watch, never touch.

*Combs out hair, watching a window.*

Said Death to passion: "Give of . . ."

Katsumi's house had rarely been used in the last year. Despite that fact it was spotlessly clean. Her house sat on the side of Mt. Naeba-san- she had found the house years ago and had ever since wanted to make her own. For it reminded her so much of her own childhood home. A long wooden porch wrapped around the entire house that was set in the ( Read more... )

I'm the lover who keeps appointments. . .

Re: this

I'll admit:  I miss the pain.

He really was a brilliant pervert.

All memories are traces of tears.