While some of the trolls were letting their horns grow out, Michiko and the orks and other oni had had their horns discreetly trimmed down to nubbins. They were all dressed in the modest manner of Japanese who were travelling on business. And the trolls! Six of them! Huge towering giants that loomed over the rest of them, even the females!Īt least they didn’t act or dress like monsters. But the three orks and nine oni (other than her) were inarguably monsters. The three dwarves and six koboroku scattered here and they weren’t as ornamental as the elves, but they didn’t seem terribly monstrous, either. Well, you couldn’t call the five elegant elves clustered together monsters, really. But she was still a monster.Īt least, she mused as she looked around the cramped cabin of the ferry, she wasn’t a monster alone among normal people. Demons had magical powers and could fly and call down storms and lightning. She was an Oni, which was a branch of the subspecies of humanity called Homo Sapiens Robustus, more commonly called ‘Orks’. The family had taken out a loan and put 5,000 Y above the minimum in. They did insist that she have at least 20,000 nuyen in a savings account, however. The service promised to fly her to San Francisco, find her some training and a job, and provide room and board while she managed to put her life together. And, while she might not be a normal person anymore, she was still nihonjin. They said that the Protectorate in San Francisco, California needed people that they could trust. Her family had taken her tuition money and bought her a ticket with a special service that would make sure that she got work. Michiko had gone along with it- after all, these days, who knew? It could work!īut, she wasn’t a monster alone among normal people anymore. Her mother had hysterically insisted that the oni had stolen her daughter, threw beans at her and asked a miko to battle the demon to get her daughter back. No, now she was an Oni, a red-skinned demon with white hair, wickedly pointed ears, horns and fangs. She was no longer the pretty girl who had been at the Nekomi Institute of Technology, only a year ago. And, in the eyes of everyone she knew, especially herself, she was a monster. ‘I am a monster’, Michiko said to herself for the thousandth time. Sittin’ On The Dock Of The Bay By Bek D Corbin March 15 th 2051
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