the fire that rages within

uchimikoto

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“Baachan,” Honou’s soft voice penetrated
     the quiet ambiance of his grandparent’s livingroom.
     But not a familiar sound responded to his call. He
     automatically assumed that his grandmother might
     be in the kitchen, or outside. But he has yet to find out.

                                  “Baacha~aaaan? Are you in here?”