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“Shindoi wa!” A tired voice called. With an ink smothered calligraphy brush in one hand and another resting against his temple, the Dog Yokai Itami Hiratake let out a groan. His white eyes glared at the mess created upon a document. Itami ran a hand through his blueish black hair and sighed, "Kusokurae." Getting from his knees, Itami brushed his kimono off and stretched. Straightening his collar and hair ornament, Itami opened the Fusuma and stepped outside.

It was dark, beginning of night. The Yokai were out. Folding his arms through his sleeves, Itami gazed around. A Futakuchi Onna ate timidly in an open shop whilst her second mouth stuffed itself. Two Nekomatas hissed at each other over an unjustly sale. A gaggle of Hannya laughed over a chat as the stood randomly in the street. A Kuro Bōzu watching through an open window of a human inhabited home- most likely taunting a young soul as they slept. Itachi ran amuck, messing and playing with one another. Smiling, Itami strolled past until he came upon the waters edge, where he crouched down and stared at. The water was peaceful, the occasional Kappa and Ryuto, but peaceful.

Itami had yet to find himself a true place to stalk as an Okuri Inu, so spent a large amount of his time awake in the village. "Who deserves to be annoyed today? Well, who'd let me annoy them without killing me, rather?" He pondered, chuckling at the plans he made.