Danuki Diary - pt 1

    I can't believe this, they sold me. My parents sold me to save their own asses, who sells their own child? I'm sitting here in the back of an automobile as I write this. I'm not sure of the make and model but it's rather fancy, I think it's called a rolls-royce. Getting back to the point, my name is Anonnon, or Anon for short. I'm about 20 or so years of age, and until recently working on my family's farm out in the countryside. Well that is till those soulless sonsa bitches sold me like livestock. It started yesterday when pa sat me down and told me what was going to happen. That in the morning they'd come and collect me around noon or so. I'm not one to fight mind you, but I felt my blood boil and I wanted to deck the man who dared called himself my father.

Needless to say last night was spent doing anything other than sleeping as anxiety gripped me. pissed off my kid brother I think, whom I share a room with by pacing around and grumblin’ a lot. Then again our house...THEIR house was tiny, ain't my house any more  but it was a simple lookin’ thing. Pa said it used to be a carriage house they they ended up combining with an adjacent barn to make a home. You kinda get that from lookin’ at it from the outside anyways. When you got inside it looked like any other house, a few rooms, some stairs leading to a second floor.  I mean not much to say about it especially since I'm not gonna be living there anymore.

    I've been glancing out the window of this car, sometimes out the window in the front at the driver. Yeah I'm not driving, my parents sold me to some money alright, this person is rich enough to have a chauffeur. Though from what I've seen my driver is a woman, and a mamono at that or monster girl as most people call em. Mamono are more or less women with animal bits that have been around for what seems like forever. Back when parts of our world was named stuff like "Zipangu region", and other weird names like it. The driver looks like a harpy, she's got feathers and everything, but she has normal arms and hands like a person would have. Kinda looks a bit like a dog too, I think they call them kikimoras, heard of them but never seen one till now. I heard though most of them work as maids and other stuff like it. It feels like ages since I've gotten in this vehicle to be honest. Kinda wonder how far we're going to go. we've already passed through the outskirts of town my family's farm lays on. I think I'll ask the driver how much longer till we get to wherever the hell we're going, that is as soon figure out the latch on that window in front of me.

    Well Journal I think my driver is lost or has a poor sense of direction. I'll transcribe the conversation as best I can, I'm not Particularly good at this kind of stuff.

I managed to open the little window hatch, asking the driver. "Excuse me, but we've been driving for some time now. Exactly where are we going?"

"I'm to take you to lady Miyabi." The driver told me without turning herself around, though I guess that's for the best

"And umm how WOULD you spell Miyabi?" I asked the driver, an answer only obvious to myself.

"M-I-Y-A-B-I" My driver said as she sounded out each letter as I jotted it down for future reference.

    I'll admit I stopped a bit before asking the next question. I wasn't quite sure if my words would hurt the strange bird-dog mamono. I wanted to get it out of the way though, Pa said it never hurt to ask questions.

"Are we lost?" I asked the bird-dog chauffeur.

"No," The driver paused here I remember trying to think of an answer. "We're just taking a scenic route."


    As you can see journal I’m was not all too impressed. This “Miyabi” woman seems to hire rather poor help, though while I think about it I wonder what kind of person she is. I find my hate mixing with intrigue but this lady is either a widow, or maybe it’s a mamono like the kikimora driver. What I do know for sure is this ‘lady’ has a lot of money, enough to buy people that’s for sure. Just looking out the window I've noticed that we've been down this road before, I believe the driver is lost.

“Ms. I believe we’re lost,” I couldn't think of a better way of asking to be honest

The driver turned her head to get me in her peripheral vision. ”We're not lost...Just taking a scenic route.” The same reply she gave me last time.


    The kikimora seemed to grumble after bringing up being lost, the car pulled off to the side of the road. Before coming back to write I noticed her fishing around for something under the seat. I think she may actually have a map and didn't want to use it, because I heard some paper rustle and soon the car starting up again.

Sun is starting to set, out here that only happens around eight or so which gives me a good frame of time. The Driver is stopping every so often to check what I found is a map with explicit instructions written on the side of it. I’m running out of place to write in my journal and I don’t want to exceed my 2 page allotment. Who knows when I may be able to secure another journal.


    We’re coming towards some sort of mansion with a large open front yard,some flower beds near the main building. The house itself seems to be an earthy brown in color with white trim around the windows. Speaking of windows, it seems there are two floors to this mansion, which means there are lots of rooms I bet. The automobile is slowing as we reach the top of the driveway, I think we’re here and I’m going to meet this Lady Miyabi.