Disclaimer: Yokai's stories include strong language, violence, and mature content. This particular short story is mild in my honest opinion, but does have a section of strong language. So this is my warning to you in advanced that some future stories involving Yokai will contain mature content.
The Tanuki
The sun blazed on the back of Yokai’s head as she carelessly followed behind her father. It was summer and the air was thick. Yokai wasn't pleased to be led through the tall grass that she had to smack out of the way as they cleared a path. It was her first time visiting in her father’s world and she wasn’t impressed. However she didn't see him often since she lived in the human world with her mother. They continued to walk for what felt like an eternity to Yokai. Her father didn't give much attention to his tiny daughter’s grumbling. When they finally reached a small village, Yokai couldn’t believe her eyes. There were all kinds of demons and spirits she had only heard of in stories. There were so many strange smells and sights everywhere! Her father quickly turned to her and said sternly for Yokai to not wonder off too far and to stay out of trouble. She leaned against a bunch of old abandoned crates as she watched him swiftly walk inside of a strange looking shop.
A group of demon children spotted Yokai and had been watching her for some time. She had noticed them too. They huddled together snickering and occasionally starring at her. Whenever Yokai's eyes met with the group of kids she would quickly turn away to pretend she didn't see them starring at her. She didn't want to attract any unwanted attention. A loud mouth raccoon dog who appeared to be their leader kept pointing at Yokai until eventually he and group of kids started walking towards her. "Oh great..." Yokai mumbled to herself. The raccoon dog was bigger then some of the other kids. Yokai thought to herself how ugly and fat he was.