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- A man, in most casual clothes, writing words in a notebook while walking through a city. Stopping, he turns back to see a kid holding scissors in hands, with a dull expression, before lunging for an attack. Dodging the kid's advance by very little, it grazed the back of his left hand, while his right hand held the notebook that soon whacked the kid's forehead.
"You are a vengeful spirit, aren't you?"
The boy has passed out, and a hazy shadow with white eyes stood there, unmoving, focused on the man that somehow expelled him from the body of a kid.
"What did I ever do to you? Why did you try to attack me?"
A silent shadow, eyes devoid of feelings... Perhaps it lacked a reason and was acting on instinct. Opening his notebook, the man began to write something but noticed... The shadow reacted, looked inquisitively to the notebook.
"This? This is my story book. Well, NOTEbook. There's still many pages to go before I can send it to a publisher. It's a story about a modern mage who made his own friends but lost them around the world."
The shadow seemed somewhat sad. Even if it couldn't cry, the man could still tell that this shadow felt something was lacking, and let them know.
"Hey, don't feel sad... You don't remember them, right? Or you lost them too? Oh, idea, idea! How about I make you into a character? All I need is a name...". No response... Could it be the couldn't talk?
"Can't talk... Huh? I will give you a name then! Since all the friends are animals, I think I will call you Wolf. How does it sound?", going to where he wrote character info, he added the name Wolf.
It was then when the unexpected happened. "Wolf... My name is... Wolf...", the Shadow spoke at last! It wasn't much, but for once it said something... And remained in silence.
"Holy GODS, you said something! Is that really your name? Are you a wolf?", but those questions would be met with silence, "Maybe if I... No, it couldn't be, could it?". Adding more words to his character, has caused the shadow to react, use more words, possess a personality.
"Mister, I didn't have a name, you gave me the name Wolf, so I am now Wolf. And this boy...", the shadow looked at the boy on the sidewalk beside them, "You killed him.". Those words lacked feeling to them, but still shocked the man, who almost dropped his notebook.
"No, no, he is very well alive, I can see him breathing. Unless you mean... No, it couldn't be. Then again, he looks what? 11? 12? Maybe he could be the kid that... In that traffic accident... He... Reincarnated then? ... Karma sure knows the weirdest times to catch up."
"Mister, his soul remembers. I was following his soul, it led us here. And then you hit me out.", the shadow, Wolf, spoke with certainty. The sadness had left the shadow, and its empty white eyes still watched the man, who was now holding a blank card, waving it before tapping the kid's forehead.
Strangely, words appeared on the card, name, address, family info and disturbingly... The words that he would utter in terror: "He killed me, bad man killed me! Kill him! Kill him!"
"I wish you were wrong, Wolf... But if that is true, then he will come after me again and again and again. Well, one thing to do: Take him to this address before he wakes up and tell his parents to seek the priest."
The shadow analyzed the man for a while and came to a decision: "Mister... Can I follow you? Can I be your friend?"
"There is no problem in that. But don't try to make many friends while wandering with me: I never stay in a place for too long..."
And not long after, it all faded into a black and red. Tekigo would wake up with the sheets painted black from the ink he sweated off, and it was always awkward to explain he couldn't control it.
Crazy this idea was, he had zero hopes of it working. Tekigo made zero attempts in hiding his presence, people would see him go around the shrine and behind it, carrying the stone bowl full of those items, and then a bucket with the water.
Reading from the paper where he wrote the instructions, he would act accordingly:
"First, pray in silence to honor the Gods."
"Next, fill the stone bowl with blessed waters without splashing, and without overflowing. If either happens, the rite may not work as intended."
"Gently rest the white cloth on the stone bowl. This will be the spirit's canvas for the answer you seek."
"With a single drop of purified ink, let it fall in the center of the canvas, from no more than one open hand away. At this point, inquire them in what you need, being respectful and mindful that even a God or a Demon could be listening..."
"... Well, here goes nothing.", he paused before the last step tilting a bottle of ink gently above the cloth, just so only a drop would fall, "Please, spirits that inhabit this shrine, this very land, guide me to where the notes of the man in my dreams lay to rest. Bring me a past that is lost.", he prayed, but was all in vain apparently...
On the cloth, was just an ink blotch, shapeless, meaningless, black like the night on the paleness of an incomplete canvas. With a disappointed sigh, Tekigo exclaimed the obvious: "It failed. Should have known better to not expect it to work."