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A small string of disappearances took the towns of Cerne by surprise, leaving many with unanswered questions. Now that the case is becoming cold, will any of them be answered?

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It had only been a week into their arrival, and it had been nothing but late-night whispers and awkward dinners. Chizuru, Teiji’s mother, rarely asked anything of anyone, a self-,made woman with more pride in her pinkie than anyone would have in their lifetime. Yet here there were, in a house which a third of it wanted them gone, and in town she’d swore to leave behind. That’s how much her son meant to her; to break promises she made to herself so that his lungs could have the air they deserved. A sacrifice that could perhaps rattle the strings to a puppet that had laid untouched for decades.

Katashina took pride in their traditions, as much as they held onto their omens.

━━


“This tradition is insane!” Yukino didn’t care how loud she was being; let the whole house know, the whole village matter of fact! She could feel the blood rush to her ears, the pit in her stomach turn into knots. Her parents tried to keep her at ease, begging her to lower her voice and after a few minutes, she managed to oblige.

Teiji had the comforter pulled over his head; the rural nights seeped through the cracks of his skin, chilling his bones despite the season. It barely muted the argument a few doors beside him, an arrangement that was accompanied by the symphony of night bugs that chirped in the dusk. This conversation was something the two of them wished to hide away in ignorance, something the cousins spoke about frequently after sneaking into each others room in the dead of night. Teiji remembered the fear in her eyes that she tried desperately to hide behind anger; she had both, but one certainly outweighed the other. There was nothing he could say to her that would soothe the wrinkles in her nerves, beside the absurd idea that they forgot the tradition all together. It’s hard to when your parents and those before them had to go through it too.

Did everyone resist, or were Yukino and his mother the outliers of the Takehashi’s?

“It’s for the betterment of this family. You can’t be selfish!” The rough edges of her mother’s voice spoke with a weighty traditionalism, as if her own life sat on the line. And in some ways, it certainly was. The village had prying, judgemental eyes that acted on the concept of transparency. Everyone had their perception of each other, all scaled by the configurations held for centuries. Honor was as much on her parents shoulder as it was Yukino’s.

With a ear pressed firmly against the back of his palm, Teiji knew that Yukino wasn’t going to go down without a fight. But family was everything to her, and even this betrayal was sometimes he knew she was scared to push back. Teiji felt he was prying eyes to an arrangement he wasn’t suppose to view, so he sat up when the voices picked up again. Perhaps this was the best time to take his mother’s offer, to explore the town and discover “new things”, whatever that meant. The village seemed like nothing rice paddies, and fresh air; I guess there was one good thing about it. So, he carefully pulled the screen door to his room open, his gear of socks, a shearling sweater and face mask stuffed neatly under his arm. He headed towards the backway, making sure his footing was soft once he reached the outer corridor. As he sat down on the edge of the engawa, he stringed the lace of his boots, taking one last time to look over his shoulder; the muffled tension was indistinguishable from the outside. These walls did a good job keeping secrets, as much as played the facade of the perfect family. He threw on his jacket and wrapped the bands behind his ears to secure the mask, taking to the town at the dead of night.

━━


What Teiji hated the most about relocating was how much his mother was right about the air. Even through the mask, he could feel the it wash over his lungs like fresh drink of water. He’d stop for a moment to drink it, the sensation of frosted h2O shocked his system in a good type of pain.

There was a thin fog that crept between the old buildings, a calling card to stay indoors until the fields beckon the people. It made it feel like a ghost town, even though speckle of lights could be seen from the road. The town was wrapped around, between and inside a small hill, lined by a path pathed in travel. Teiji found himself walking up the hill in spirals, watching the congregation of camphor trees come closer with every house that disappeared, every step he took. There was something almost luring about the trees, a small forest the locals left untouched for posterity reasons. In a lost span of time, he pulled down his mask under his chin, as a new smell of pine caught his lungs. He could see his breath, but there was something else that caught his attention.

A sound, something muffled but it was pitched enough that allowed him to catch long stretches of it. He couldn’t quite place it at first, perhaps the spirits wails could be heard deep in the country.


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His curiosity got the better of him, as Teiji found himself at the edge of the forest, identifying the location of the damned souls. Somewhere, between the brush of wild trees and animal-life, something was dying. He didn’t know what it was but at this point, he just wanted to put the damn thing out of its misery. Pressing his shoulder against a tree to release tension in his aches, he solely focused on the sound. It suddenly became clear that it wasn’t an animal-- it was far too, erratic, stretching in short bursts that seemed to stop abruptly, only to sound the same cord in a slightly, more hell-screeching. Whatever it was, Teiji still wanted it to die.

The sound was easy to follow, stagnant despite how deep it rang in the forest and it was only a matter of time before he identified it’s location. A boy, seemingly his age, stood in a small clearing, clearly rubbing two balloons together because there was no way he was using an instrument.

But surely enough, he was.

He stood there for a moment, almost in a state of disbelief. There was so much tension in the other boy’s brows, but his frustration seemed far beyond his horsestring. To spare his company, or perhaps himself of the failed allegro, he shot his voice from between the trees.

“Hey, what’s up with all the noise?”

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