Chapter 9: Omake: Takashi and Hotaru Sasaki

Takashi Sasaki was content. He sat on an ordinary sofa, in an ordinary apartment, on an ordinary day. The man himself seemed ordinary at first glance as well. But this generic looking man was actually a ghoul. And not just any random one, but the unofficial leader of an entire ward; the SS class Yamata no orochi (or the orochi for short). The "eight tailed" menace though didn't really lead anything and had been basically retired from the ghoul world for almost a decade now. Right now Takashi was now halfway through his new book; The Siren's Song. It was a story that followed a young detective as he was slowly stalked and played with by the Siren; a female rapist and serial killer. He loved dark stories like this. Though thanks to this and one rather sleepless night, his wife had revoked his bed time story privileges with the kids. At least Ken had seem to like it; after he stopped crying that is.

"Daddy!" As if summoned by his thoughts, the eldest of his children rushed in and tackled him. Takashi looked at his son. The young boy was still so small and cute. One of his eyes still covered by a medical eyepatch until he could learn to control that kakugan of his. But something was wrong with this picture. Was his male heir wearing something pink and frilly? His wife entered next; a confident smile plastered across her face.

"Honey why is Ken in a dress?" Takashi asked. Though he did mentally ask, 'And why does it fit him so well?' Hotaru Sasaki adjusted her glasses before answering. "Fufufu. Looks good doesn't he? I got to admit sometimes I surprise myself with all of my natural talent. As for why well," She pulled out a decorated orange colored flyer, "Look! They are having some festivities at the local market for Halloween. Including handing out some candy for free to the local kids who come out to play. And everyone knows that cute girls can charm a bit extra from those old store owners right? So, I'm taking all three of the kids out to get some and with the fact that none of you can eat it means it's all mine." Takashi mussed on Hotaru's plan before asking a potential flaw. "Don't all the people there already know Ken is a boy?" "Don't sweat the small stuff," she waved him off.

Takashi sighed, "I can't believe you are willing to demean your son for candy." Hotaru narrowed her eyes. "Says the guy who went three wards over to get a batch of eyes." "Hey," He answered defensively, "a friend of mine gave me a good deal on them." "You have no friends. Don't think I didn't figure out that you had to give some of those guys in your wedding party some of your territory to get them to do it for you." "What about Rize?" "She doesn't count."

Takashi looked back down at his poor son. The little boy stared back at him; his eyes tearing up. "If I go out like this, everyone from school will see me. I don't want to be bullied," Ken whined. Takashi kindly rubbed his son's head. He didn't know what to say to cheer Ken. His only advice would be to just not go to school after all of this. It was after all, Hotaru's wish for them to go. He still thought it was too dangerous and would rather that they had home-schooled the children. Unfortunately for their child, his wife was a force to be reckoned with. When she wanted something, the entire family found itself hard pressed to refuse her whims. So when the twins headed for the door with Hotaru behind them dragging the poor boy to his doom, all he could do was offer a pray for the boy and try to figure out a way to make it up to him. 'Perhaps I'll take him to the bookstore tomorrow and let him get whatever he wants,' He thought as he once again opened his book and returned to his ordinary past time on this ordinary day on an ordinary sofa.