No sound or warning preceded Aku’s presence as he appeared abruptly behind the doctor. He spoke tersely, keeping his distance from the scientist:
“Doctor Flug. A word, please.”
“What.” He managed through his sobs.
“I’m not in the mood to be mocked, Aku.”
How could you have let this happen to my daughter?? he wanted to snarl. How could I have let this happen? After a moment, the yokai’s hard glare moved away from the sobbing human.
He indeed recognized that expression on her face and that hat atop her head. The realization that followed struck him like ice cold lightning. Aku stared at her silently for a moment as he attempted to feign a convincing calm.
“…All is fine,” he spoke carefully. “What a nice hat you have, Azura.”
The demon’s clawed hand reached toward her, his outstretched talons twitching ever so slightly as they neared the hat.
“Do you mind removing it so I may have a better look?”
From that action, Azura scrambled backwards, holding the hat tightly upon her head. “No touchie! It’s fancy and fragile like my feelings!” She hissed at the yokai, seemingly to be very possessive and irritated with Aku’s sudden interest in her new hat.
“You can come down here and take a look but you can’t touch it.”
Aku’s eyes narrowed slowly as he loomed over his possessed daughter with a presence that was both ominous yet fatherly. He stood tall with one hand on his hip and the other still outstretched to Azura, the palm facing up.
“Remove that hat and turn it over to me at once, Daughter.”
“Wait, that was you??” Well, why didn’t anyone say so? Aku restored the human to her former health with a restorative zap of his eyebeams.
“My mistake. I did not recognize you in that hat.”
The figure was revived with a loud SPROING and dusts herself after, casting a familiar irritated glare and a grin at Aku.
“It’s fine, accidents happen! I just wanted to check in on how you’ve been doing!”
He indeed recognized that expression on her face and that hat atop her head. The realization that followed struck him like ice cold lightning. Aku stared at her silently for a moment as he attempted to feign a convincing calm.
“…All is fine,” he spoke carefully. “What a nice hat you have, Azura.”
The demon’s clawed hand reached toward her, his outstretched talons twitching ever so slightly as they neared the hat.
“Do you mind removing it so I may have a better look?”
The Shogun of Sorrow 