Your Golden Thread Weaved around My Neck

There’s a scratching sound coming from the box securely fastened onto Sanemi’s back, it rattled and jostled ever so slightly. And Sanemi just couldn’t help but feel guilty. “The sun’s out, princess.” He whispered softly back, not wanting to raise odd looks from passersby, more than he already got anyway. He didn’t do well under their attention, each piercing gaze was an individual hair raised on his neck. Each wandering hand was always too close to the box. A low, pitched whine resounds. Sanemi’s hands tighten on the strap. “I promise we’ll be there soon and then you can get out.” He calls, a little louder. More firm. The jostling, scratching and whining stops. Sanemi frowns, and exhales through his nose. He eyes a big, round watermelon as he walks by. His feet carrying them both to the Wisteria Estate a couple miles out, for a second the boy’s fingers twitch. He hears the scratching once more, and carries on. There’s no point in it anymore.__Or, demon slayer Sanemi traverses with his little (demon) sister, Genya.