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I demand that you show us what is in your drawer.
>>836
Another day, another dance, another dead guy. I cantered about the stage, twirling an elegant fan. The small audience cared not for these aesthetic trappings.
"Just get him out here already!" a burly man shouted.
"Quiet, it's only going to take longer if you interrupt her," his smaller man bespectacled companion whispered angrily. I nodded silently. I was as bored as they were, but if I didn't do the dance right, nothing would happen.
After a few more minutes of whirling about, I finally felt the heaving in my chest. I froze and dropped my fan, then my whole body slumped down like a puppet. Somebody else raised my head back up.
"Who summons me?" a deep voice demanded through my mouth.
"Tell us where the money is!" the burly man shouted, "or we'll kill your family!"
"You dare disturb the afterlife to make empty threats?!" I boomed in a terrifyingly deep voice. "The idle matters of the living mean nothing to me."
The smaller companion with glasses was unimpressed. He stepped forward to speak.
"Come on, Kenta. If it means nothing to you, why don't you just tell us what you did with the money? Then we can all rest in peace. Ha."
"You fool, money is as meaningless as life itself! Why should I remember such an insignificant detail?" I shouted back.
"I was afraid it might come to this," Glasses sighed. He snapped his fingers. Two grunts jumped forward. Before I could react they had pounced on me. They pinned me to thr ground and tied my hands and legs together.
"These are soul-binding ropes, Kenta," Glasses said, pacing evilly around my helpless body. "You can't leave this poor little miko's body until I untie her. And everything she feels, you will feel. Gongon? The knife?"
The burly guy stepped forward with an evil grin. He took out a knife and licked his lips.
"Hey dead guy," I whispered inside my own head, "leave this to me." I began rapidly chanting a ritual under my breath. The wretched gangster was getting closer. I concentrated as hard as a I could and finished the spell just as he was about to slice apart my expensive hakama. Suddenly I was engulfed in holy flames. The fire exploded outwards, burning the ropes and blasting the gangsters to the ground. I took advantage of the confusion to make a mad dash for the mountains.
After running long enough to be sure they hadn't followed me, I stopped to catch my breath.
"Phew, that was a close one," I said. "I should have known not to take a possession request from the yakuza. But they paid me so well!"
"I thought maidens were above material needs," chided Kenta, the dead man in my body. I blushed at suddenly feeling my mouth move on its own.
"Hey! You don't need to talk with my mouth, just speak to me in my head!" I scolded.
"Like it or not, we're sharing this body now," Kenta said back, still using my mouth. "Since you burned the soulbinding ropes with holy fire, we're stuck together."
"EHHHHHH!??!?" my cry of shock pierced the forest. The camera sharply panned out, and a flock of birds flew out of the trees.
"Be quiet, they'll find us!" Kenta said through me.
"You're the one using my mouth still!"
"I know, it just feels too weird...too intimate," he said, blushing.
"You didn't seem so shy when you were in scary-ghost mode!"
"Yeah, well, I was fresh out of the afterlife. Now that I've spent a few minutes inside a mortal, my old personality is returning," Kenta explained.
"Well anyway, I can't live like this!" I exclaimed. "Now hurry up and get out of my body! Out out out! Come on!"
"I wish I could! Isn't there a dance or something you can do?"
"I haven't learned such a high-level dance!" I protested. "I usually just do quick 1-minute possessions so I can help the departed's family have peace of mind...and make a bit of cash!"
"Well, you better learn how to get us apart before we have to take a bath together. Ha ha!" Kenta joked. I blushed furiously and slapped myself in the cheek.
"Stupid pervert!" I shouted. "OUCH!" we cried together.
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