Author has written 5 stories for Love Hina, Bleach, Full Metal Panic, and Eyeshield 21.
The sky rises above you, not black but a deep and metallic blue that shimmers in the silver light of the mist- haloed full moon.
It is the young and fragrant cold of just- December. The tang of wood-smoke comes to your nose and your feet shift on the crackly coating of snow that barely covers the fallen leaves of the field you stand in.
Why did you come here?
You can see a piece of your soul steam in the winter night with every tense exhalation.
In the crystal stillness you are able to hear the breeze begin from yards away, the cranky creak of the bone-bare branches announces its fey and swirling passage, and your bare forhead chills.
A voice comes, a ghost voice that hisses into your ear and contracts your heart into a wedge of carbon, just short of diamond hardness. You could have imagined it... but it comes again, a wraith perched lightly at the porch of your ear that whispers, with icy and sibilant exactness:
"He's back," the wraith pronounces. "Crihavoc was gone... but now he's back."
And the weird laughter rises from within the gray-black bones of the trees.
For, I have returned. Again.