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Published:2021-11-21Updated:2026-04-06Words:154,514Chapters:39/?Comments:1,970Kudos:3,614Bookmarks:794Hits:129,331
Iron and Ice
SkilledWarriorKiwi
Chapter 13: Big City Living
Summary:
I'm not saying Douma is raising Kanao and Inosuke to be spoilt brats but that's totally what he's doing
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Tokyo was busy.
Misaki and Rojin had been correct about the crowds and vehicles and lights. The bustling sea of humanity even in the dark of the evening. The consistent hum and drone of cars, the rattle of trams running to and fro.
Through it all, Kanao kept a firm grip on her father's hand. Misaki's warning was something she paid attention to. Kanao liked her home and her family and did not want to go back to anything like her original one. And Otousan had given her permission to use her hairpin if anything happened. He seemed quite pleased when she asked, before that door in the wall appeared that took them to Tokyo in a single step.
Kanao was wearing a black kimono that was thickly covered in patterns of pink and purple lotus blossoms and vines while the obi belt was a shimmering gold. Her hairpin was in its ever present place within her sideways ponytail. Her father was dressed as he normally was but he still got quite a few side glances by the crowd when he led her to one of the streets. No one else had hair or eyes like Otousan, Kanao noticed.
Despite the late hour it was still very bright. Kanao never had any issue seeing in the dark but in the city there were lights every where despite it being an hour past sunset; streaming out from the windows, gleaming atop steel posts, strung across doorways, bright headlights from the trams trundling down the tracks and the occasional car. She found the trams especially fascinating, never having seen a vehicle like that before. Otousan took her on one when he noticed her staring, easily tugging her up into the platform and onto the leather seats. It was very rumbly beneath her and smelled strange but she found it interesting to ride on.
People were very busy in the city, she quickly understood as they walked along the streets. People moving in a constant flood, the chatter of voices adding to the drone of vehicles. People always had places to be. Some people knocked into Otousan but he would never budge an inch and they would stumble. Kanao thought it was quite rude but he was never bothered.
"Now, just let me know if you see anything you like! There's quite a few stores open here, even at such a late hour," Otousan told her as they began to explore in earnest.
And he was right. There were many, many stores. Lining the streets, most still lit up with their doors thrown open and stalls spilling outwards. Great bamboo banners strung up, people calling to the crowd, everything so lively. Kanao was used to people, the years at Paradise Faith adapting to her to a push of people especially when they threw festivals, but here it was just so busy. Everyone seemed focused upon different things and she kept a tight grip on her father's hand even as her eyes darted along the shop fronts as they wandered down the streets in case she saw anything in particular.
High above she couldn't even see the stars. The golden glow of the lights of the city obscured them. Another strange thing in Tokyo, compared to the mountain where all the stars were so bright and sparkling.
Kanao was rather glad she hadn't brought Inosuke on the trip and not just due to wanting a surprise for him. She knew the sheer noise, the chorus of sensations and smells, the plethora of people, would be too much for him. Usually he would cling to her or Douma if it became too much back at the compound, especially since with festivals Otousan would typically be on a rise away from the crowd itself where Kanao would sit with him, and Kanao knew Inosuke grew more quickly exhausted with people than her. And that usually led to more biting and raging.
Here Kanao was used to being calm and quiet, observing rather than participating, and Douma was unbothered by the noise and people. So instead she focused on the task at hand; finding her little brother the perfect birthday present.
From the start she dismissed food; as much as Inosuke loved eating, if there was one thing Paradise Faith had in abundance it was food. A weapon, perhaps? He did so love to play fight or ambush people.
On that line of thought they checked a large store filled with all sorts of weapons, from swords such as katana, tanto, naginata, chokuto and tekkan. The clerk in the store told her tekkan were used to get around the law forbidding the open carrying of swords implemented some decades ago as she was inspecting the blunt edged weapons lying within a glass case. He also suggested that if they brought swords to make sure they were only for decorative purpose. Kanao was ever more glad for the pin in her hair.
There were various spear weapons propped upon the walls, bo, yari and tsukubo. The tsukubo fascinated her, especially when she was told another name for it was 'man catcher', the head of the pole covered in metal spikes and barbs formed into a T shape. There was also the kanabo which Kanao felt that perhaps Inosuke would like; the iron clubs designed to inflict blunt force trauma upon the opponents. Douma would occasionally step in and tell her some things about the weapons she was looking at, even with the clerk lurking nearby.
There were also war fans upon the walls and Kanao realized some resembled the golden fans her father would use to cut her hair. However the ones on the wall seemed mostly to be forged from iron, unlike the golden fans inlaid with lotus blossoms her father used. Both a weapon and a status symbol, the clerk said, and used in close range battle.
Along with the fans there were glass cabinets filled with throwing stars in various shapes and forms, many etched with delicate patterns and all with sharp points. There was kunai, ranging anywhere from thirty inches to four feet. Not just as a weapon but also as a digging tool.
The kusarigama fascinated her, Kanao's stare lingering upon the gleaming sickles and their chained ends. There was also rows of nanchaku, various polished tonfa, and even clusters of makibishi and pointed sais.
Then the weapons shifted to guns and Kanao was interested, having never seen one before. When the clerk was distracted by a couple coming into the store, Otousan told her he had been shot before but the bullets couldn't penetrate his skin. Instead it just smarted, like someone had thrown a rock at him. 'Wrong material, I think,' he mused while looking over the tanegashima, a type of matchlock rifle. There were also bows but Kanao did not feel Inosuke would like such weapons. He would want to be up close to his opponent.
In the end she eventually gave in and realizing she did not want to get Inosuke a weapon. At least not right now. Maybe they could train with some wooden ones when she got back to the commune? He did not have a hairpin to defend himself like Kanao. But she didn't want to hurt himself by accident if she gave him something sharp, even if the shining curve of the kusarigama kept luring her gaze before they moved on to the next store.
Occasionally Otousan would disappear as they walked, leaving her to stand on the sidewalk or outside shops as he tended to 'boring adult things' as he put it. She had a feeling it was more of 'hungry' things, since it would typically happen when his gaze snagged on a particular woman passing by or an alleyway but she did not mind.
Each time Kanao waited obediently, hands clasped at her front as she studied the people moving to and fro. Once she went to one of the food stalls and brought a stick of Ikayaki, the grilled squid tender and plump. She also brought a carbonated drink there while waiting and found herself greatly liking the ramune and squid. Otousan had given her a roll of yen which she had tucked in her obi belt, with her being oblivious to how much he had really given her. The startled look on the woman's face when she handed over one of the rolled up notes confused her but she shrugged it off as she went back to her spot, chewing down the squid before sipping from the glass bottle. The marble within the neck of the bottle clicked as she sipped at the cold lychee-flavoured liquid, liking the way it tingled on her tongue.
Douma appeared back at her side, and Kanao took his hand again as he smiled at her. She could see tiny red stains in his nail beds.
"So no such luck in finding little Inosuke a present, hm?"
"We will find something," Kanao was determined. She took another sip from her ramune bottle.
"I'm sure we will. Tokyo is rather large. Oooh look Hibiya park is to the east, see that sign? " he nudged her, jutting his chin towards the road sign. "Some big riot happened there, over a dozen people killed and so many more arrested and so many buildings set on fire. After that it led to something called the era of popular violence! Isn't that fascinating? Humans just killing each other and burning things. It only settled down a year or so ago in those rice riots. A shame, since it was wildly entertaining to see the humans acting like that," Douma told her cheerfully. "Some of the people who got arrested during those riots even got executed. Isn't that exciting?"
Kanao did find it interesting. Paradise Faith did not have public executions. Otousan always ate people in private. And since Kotoha she did not think anyone else had stumbled across him doing it. Even eating people in Tokyo he was being sneaky about it. It made her wonder how quickly he could eat someone. She always took her time while eating. Maybe he ate like Inosuke?
Douma tugged at her hand and she obediently followed him down the street, stepping around a performing trio playing on instruments before a small crowd.
"I always wonder if the Demon Slayer Corps have anything to do with that kind of thing, since they're 'protectors of humanity'," her father made finger quotes with his free hand before letting out a snort, "Or they probably just figured 'well its humans doing the murdering so not our problem'. Funny, isn't it? Humans butchering each other and they don't care but if us demons eat any they lose their minds. And I think we have more reason, after all everything needs to eat something. The Slayers are just mad since humans had gone so long without having to worry about a predator and now they pout and whine and are all silly about it when they actually have to deal with one. It's the cycle of life, everything must eat and be eaten."
That made sense to Kanao and she nodded along. Sometimes when she and Inosuke would be out in the fields they would see animals, mostly the wild birds. Once there was even a hawk which snatched up a rabbit which had been hiding in the brush, carrying its squealing form up into the sky. And down at the river in the shallow bank edge there would be bugs and frogs. Sometimes they would try to catch fish with their bare hands. Inosuke was better at it than her even if Kanao could see the fish in the river.
"There's also a ginko tree in the park that's half a century old," Douma added after a moment of thought.
"How old can trees live?"
"They can live for centuries, even thousands of years. There's even supposed to be demonic trees, jubokko. They grow in fields where many were slain and turn into yōkai, and after that they thirst only for human blood. Hm, I wonder if Hantengu knows that?"
"Trees can eat bones, that's why we bury things," Kanao said. She had seen the bones, how the grass grow through them.
Otousan smiled, fangs gleaming in the street lights, "Indeed they do! Everything eats everything else, even the trees and plants and flowers. It's the way things are and when people die they're just bones, they become nothing. You rot and return to the earth. There's nothing divine or special about humans. See?"
He gestured towards a butchery they walked past, the shop mostly filled with salted meats and braised bacon. One of the windows was covered in a great painting of a pig, its body arranged in various cuts and slices and kanji telling which slice was which and its price.
"Humans are actually very much like pigs on the inside," Douma said. "The organs, even the skin. They so similar. Humans barely differ from pigs. They certainly squeal the same when butchered."
"Are pigs and boars the same?" she asked.
"Yes but boars are wild and pigs are domesticated. That's really the only difference. Same thing but slightly different in how they're raised, selective breeding. One out in the wilderness while the other is raised under human care."
Kanao nodded. Was that was Father did with Paradise Faith? He mentioned he preferred eating women, and most of those at the commune were women. But some he did not eat over the years, like Kenji and Hama. In a way the commune was his farm even if they had an actual farm. Kanao sometimes helped with the animals. Inosuke enjoyed it too. They ate the meat, was it really much different?
A tram rattled by, Kanao sipping on her drink as her thoughts shifting back to a gift. There was a store that sold gemstones, some as big as Kanao with shimmering purple crystals. There was a fist-sized emerald that ensnared her interest, the glittering green the same hue as Inosuke's eyes. Perhaps that? Sometimes he would take rocks from the river. They did got confiscated since he started throwing them at people he didn't like and Misaki told him off over it. Kanao didn't know why Misaki got mad, Inosuke hadn't thrown any rocks at her.
But no shiny rocks, though Kanao put that down as 'Plan B' just in case she could find nothing else. The emerald had been pretty, a jagged geode with pointy teeth. But not quite calling out to her. Sometimes Douma would drag her into stores, mostly musty bookshops Otousan seemed annoyed over. Or bored, she was unsure. She didn't know why he was so interested in flowers since his vases only had skulls in them. But she waited obediently each time, drinking from her glass bottle as he brought several things before going back to her.
At one point they passed by the great ports Rojin had told her about, and Kanao could see the distant shape of shipping vessels. It was so busy out there, even more than the city streets. They even walked over a stone bridge, the water below black as pitch in the dark and Kanao noted with fascination how the infrastructure of the two sides of the street once they crossed varied so much; one side seemed the more modern buildings, stone and curved and rails and glass windows, while the other was the buildings she was far more used to with wood and slanted rooftops and bamboo. Same with people wearing different clothing she had not seen before. A group of women with ruffled skirts that ended just below the knees and low heeled shoes, hair done in short coifs. A man bustling past in a dark blue suit.
She still liked her kimono, with its soft shimmering black fabric and flowery patterns.
There was a souvenir store Kanao stared at until Douma tugged her over to it, the wares nearly spilling out to the street. Colourful fans, little musical boxes that chimed happily when wound, elaborate pots and beckoning cats, dragons carved from jade, tapestries and paintings and little wooden toys.
Still not right, Kanao thought. Douma did not seem to mind their hours spent wandering the streets even if Kanao felt dissatisfied.
"What if I find nothing?" she asked as they stopped at a corner of an intersection. In the distant she could hear a sharp whistle and a great steel sign for the train station down towards the Imperial palace.
"Tokyo isn't the only city in Japan, if we find nothing here then we shall try elsewhere," Otousan said, squeezing her hand and giving her a reassuring smile.
"Yes." Kanao nodded. He was right. This was only one city and the magic doors could take them far. She took another sip from her drink even as Otousan's gaze settled on a young woman trotting past, wearing a fluttery white dress and wide brimmed hat lined with flowers. Various books threatened to spill from her arms.
His gaze followed the woman as she cut around the corner, heading down a narrow, barely lit side street and he squeezed Kanao's hand again.
"Wait here a moment, manamusume."
"Yes," she nodded, the pearls of her hairpin bobbing with the movement. A moment later he was gone from her side, so quickly she could not follow and no one else noticed.
Kanao thought over the potential gifts, sipping from her bottle as she waited. A clattering of wheels and her eyes snagged on a cart as it was pulled past and then her gaze landed another store. Slightly tucked around the corner from the bridge, overlooking the dark water with a few red lanterns glowing softly in the night. Her head cocked to the side, sharp vision spotting a bronze boar statue in the open window with small figurines of various gods around it. Kanao crossed the street, knowing Otousan would find her as she approached the store while tossing her empty bottle in a nearby wastebin before she reached the display window. The statue of the boar was big, carved roughly as if with an axe. The same for the little figurines, rough and slash-dash but with its own allure. She recognized many of the gods and also animals from the zodiac.
A tiny bell signaled her entry and inside the store it was quite large but thickly packed with merchandise; old damaged weapons, suits of samurai armour, delicately painted pots, kettles and vases, wood block carvings and paintings, cabinets and chairs of dark wood with delicate etchings of flowers and birds, glass cases filled with sword hilts, broaches, dozens of kenzashi and dolls.
But really her gaze was caught on the wall just behind the counter, covered in bleached animal skulls and taxidermy corpses.
An old man looked up as Kanao entered, face lined with wrinkles and glasses perched upon the bridge of his nose. He smiled at her, "Hello, my dear. You're out quite late on your own."
"My father is with me," Kanao replied. "He just went to see someone. He will come get me when done."
"Alright. As long as you're safe. Now, can I do anything for you?"
"I am looking for a gift for my brother. He likes skulls," she said.
"Then I have quite a collection for you to look over," he turned to the wall behind him, gesturing with a withered hand. "I've got a bit of everything. Does he have a favourite animal? I have birds, rodents, fish- there's even that wolf skull though I'm afraid its rather pricey."
"What about that skull?" Kanao pointed at one of the smaller ones mounted next to a stuffed owl.
The clerk laughed, "You've got a good eye! That's a babirusa skull. Fascinating pigs, they have four tusks with the second pair growing right out of their snouts. Sometimes they grow so long they puncture into their own skulls."
"It is very interesting. Can I see it closer?"
"Of course! Another young lady has it on hold, however. She had the same look you did, just wanted it right away the moment she entered," the man turned, reaching up and carefully removing the bleach-white skull from the wall.
Kanao studied it intently as the clerk put the skull on the bench before her, looking over the the small pits and curves within the bleached white bone. The wide flat teeth at the side of the jawbone and the angled teeth at the front. The hollow sockets of the eyes, the smooth long curls of the four long tusks. The lower pair grew just behind the front set of teeth, curving up and nearly as long as her forearm. The ones sprouting from the top of the snout were nearly touching the bone of the forehead in elegant curves.
"My otousan says humans are much like pigs," Kanao said, eyes never once moving from the skull.
"Well he's somewhat right," the shop owner said. "I know tattoo artists practice on pig skin since it's quite similar."
Inosuke liked animals. He liked skulls just like father, even if he preferred animal skulls instead of human ones. He did not have a skull like this one yet. Only from small animals or the ones from the stock paddocks.
Kanao made up her mind, deciding that this would be the perfect gift for her otouto.
"I want this skull. How much does it cost?"
The clerk blinked at her behind his glasses, "I'm sorry, but it's already been paid for."
"How much is it?"
"It isn't for sale. Somebody has already brought it."
Kanao stared at him. "But I need it for my brother's birthday."
The man smiled, holding up a hand placatingly as he said, "Well I'm sure there'll be another around the city for you to buy. If not, you could try some of the merchants down by the shipping yards-"
"But I want this one."
Kanao did not understand why the man could not realize that. She was quite sure she was speaking clearly. She wanted the skull so it was hers. Douma said she could get whatever she wanted and he would always give her what she wanted when she asked. Just like the members of Paradise Faith. Why was this man not understanding that?
After a moment of staring- making the clerk begin to fidget uneasily under her unblinking gaze -Kanao reached into her obi belt and pulled out the roll of yen Otousan had given her. Maybe that was the problem.
She offered it to the clerk, saying "Can I buy the skull now? I need it for my brother's birthday."
"As I said, it's already-" then the man seemed to twitch, widened eyes fixed on the roll of notes. "Oh. That's quite a lot. I uh. Well, I suppose if it's for your little brother then I can-"
Then the bell at the door rang and a woman stepped inside before the clerk could take the roll of money. He snatched his hand back as the woman approached the counter; she was dressed in the knee high dresses Kanao had seen before, a fluffy dark blue fabric with pale roses printed upon it. The woman's hair was in dark shoulder-length curls beneath a hat the same colour as her dress.
"Ah Itsuo-san! You already have my package ready, thank you," the woman smiled. "I'm just here to pick it up. I know Father will love it when he gets home tomorrow."
Kanao watched in confusion as the man backed away, his voice nervous as he said, "Oh course! I'll just get a bag for you."
She didn't know what was happening. She wanted the skull. The man was going to give it to her. Why was he putting it in a bag for this strange woman? It was hers.
"Excuse me," Kanao said, voice as flat as ever as she fixed the lady with an unblinking stare. "That skull is mine."
The woman startled, noticing Kanao for the first time, "Oh no, I had this on hold and already paid for it last week. I'm sorry, you'll need to find something else."
"But I want it. I need it for my brother's birthday. This is what he will want."
The woman took the bag with the wrapped pig skull from the clerk, giving Kanao a strange look, "Well you can't have it."
"But I need it," Kanao repeated. What was wrong with this woman? Otousan said she could get whatever she wanted. And she wanted the skull. It was Inosuke's gift.
That was why she followed the woman outside and down the street, ignoring the annoyed look it garnered her.
"Give me the skull," Kanao said. Maybe she wasn't being direct enough? Sometimes she had to repeat things when she spoke to Rojin. Maybe the lady was like him.
"Look, go find your parents," the woman finally turned when she reached the intersection before the bridge, her heels clacking on the stone and the bag held tight in one hand. "I can't give it to you. It's mine, alright?"
Kanao offered the roll of yen.
"I said no."
"My father said I can get whatever I want and he always gives me what I want," Kanao said. Something unpleasant was settling in her stomach. Almost like annoyance but more acidic. Because Otousan did say that she could get whatever she wanted and she wanted that skull for Inosuke.
"Well perhaps you should speak to your father than," the woman yanked the bag away as Kanao tried to reach out for it, glaring at her. "Maybe you should ask him why he raised you to be such a rude, entitled little brat. What terrible parenting. Go home!"
With a last angry look the woman spun around and stormed away. Kanao stared after her, wondering what went wrong. Why didn't the lady listen?
Also she insulted Otousan. The angry thing in Kanao's gut was now burning hot, like a smoldering coal and her hand tightened around the roll of yen.
Otousan was not a terrible parent. She loved him. He took care of her, had taken her away from her horrible life and gave her a home, gave her a warm bed and hot food. Gave her Inosuke.
How dare that lady say such a thing about Father. The feeling in her stomach made her wonder if she had eaten something bad. The squid?
Then Douma was back at her side in a flash, long hair falling over his face as the rest tumbled down his broad back, stained gold in the streetlights.
"Did you find something you liked?" he asked playfully, taking her hand again. Then his ever present smile dropped when he noticed her mood. "Is everything alright?"
"No. I found something for Inosuke. A pig skull. Inosuke would like it. But I was not allowed to have it."
Douma's thick eyebrows raised, "Why not? Was it too expensive?"
"The clerk said it belonged to a lady even though I told him I needed it," she said, looking up at her father as her fingers tightened around his, "I gave him the money but the lady came in the store and so I told her I needed it. She said no. She said I was an entitled brat and that you were a terrible father and took it away."
"Oh did she? How awfully rude of her," her father was smiling again but his eyes were cold. He leaned down, asking her, "And where is this lady?"
Kanao's eyes darted back to the crowd along the bridge, the steady flow of people going to and fro. But she saw her, right at the end of the bridge.
"The lady at the other side of the bridge," Kanao pointed with her free hand to the distant figure. "With the blue dress with the roses on it. See? She is the one who took Inosuke's present."
Douma straightened up, his smile wide and toothy and showing the full length of his fangs as his rainbow eyes gleamed, "Well that just won't do. All that searching and when you find the perfect gift someone else takes it and says such horrible things to you. Why don't we follow this young lady home and then I can ask her personally for the skull? I have quite a way with women. I'm sure I can convince her to part with it."
Kanao nodded, squeezing Otousan's hand. He hummed, starting to lead her down the road and over the bridge. Kanao felt the feeling in her stomach lessen as she tucked the yen back into her obi belt. Otousan would help and now they could get Inosuke's present. It would be perfect for him, she just knew it.
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