[color=92278f]Meanwhile.[/color] A knife was thrown at a tree and the shape of a person appeared beside it.

Meanwhile, one of the rocks was picked up by a hand rather delicate in a shape, and in a gesture careful and slow akin to the appearance. Fingers carefully plucked the rock from the ground, cautiously in holding it so the dirt of the ground still clinging to the surface of the rock would not get under the fingernails. Cleaning these is always such a pain.

A hand held the rock close to the pair of eyes. Eyes of a curious expression and a hunger hidden beneath. What an interesting tune this one rock was singing to her today. A tune quite sweet to her ear, even though this one might’ve met some troubles describing it in similar terms. To her ear though it was sweet, delicious even. It was a tune sweet enough for her to leave her usual routine and get here, in this park. And she always hated parks in the first place, and this one in particular. There was dirt, tree leaves, wild animals chirping and jumping and it is always disgustingly humid here. So bad for her skin. 

But the song of the rock. Now this song was something else. Enough to make her forget of where she was standing. She tapped onto it like one would tap onto the cigarette to flick some ash off of it - in order to flick off some dirt off of it. She could not understand what was so peculiar about that thing. She looked at it, deeply and with high interest, studying the thing, puzzled by what it is and what purpose it served. it was somewhat mesmerizing still though, and it felt comfortable being beside these - for what reason she could not understand. But frankly she never was the type to chase the meaning of things. it was more preferable to her to just take what she wants and needs. Which were the same thing for her.

She finally put her gaze off of that rock and looked around. She could not see them on instant, but she heard the song of others to sing. There were more of these rocks. Much more.
“[color=92278f]How intriguing.[/color]”, she only said with a wide grin.

***

Haruka Ashikaga could not imagine that her day would lead her here. 

It began with the usual routine of the morning gymnastics, stretching and straining her physical presence in this body. Body was important. By the body she was looked at and judged upon and human shape was the kind that demanded a very specific kind of care. Body required shower, body required care for skin, hair, nails, teeth. These were the parts humans took a lot of effort to attend and demons could not just simply change. At least it was not the case for her specifically. She could regenerate a limb, but not get rid of the stain on her teeth or get the nails in the right shape. Neither could she make her hair look perfectly how it should, of a proper length, of a needed color. It was annoying. But it was all important. Going through her apartment Haruka took her time providing such care. In a place humans would call home she was surrounded by mirrors: walls, floors and ceilings were all made of mirrors, except for the windows, though even they too played a part in the game of reflections, allowing the city outside them to become a part of her living place, of her mirror shapes, of her world. And it was all hers. 

Then it was the time of meal. It was also very important, and she also took her time preparing it; never trusting humans in making it. It was a matter of specific cuisine, recipes which she did not feel sharing with anybody as she also considered it her own and one of her rather big achievements in this existence. A simple, yet wonderfully balanced meal - even though it was breakfast, she could not deny herself some meat, even in the morning. A very specific kind of meat it was, and it was not easy to get, but with her connections and resources nothing seemed impossible. Thankfully though, she still had some left from the party she was having last night. Not that her guests could argue about her taking the bite. She was careful enough though to not to stain the floors or her clothes with red spots. 
They were also the pain to get rid of. 

It was when she was enjoying her nutritious meat breakfast when she first heard the song. It was very precise, very specific, and nothing like she could think she ever heard and thus difficult to describe in words; and not that Haruka needed that anyway. It was not the first time she heard it as of late: the same precise sound - tingling and alluring - she heard yesterday, somewhen closer to the night; but it was here and now, today when she heard it and understood that it is close, closer than it was before. It was a matter of a short moment for her to realize that she needs it, she needs to hear more of that sound - because this sound resonates with her somewhat. She needs to hear it clearer. And there was only one way in doing so - finding the source. 

She cancelled all today’s appointments, meetings, calls. She pushed it all onto the team of her secretaires. They got used to it. It was not the first time she’s done so. Frankly her business skills were good enough for people to look at such behaviour through their fingers. 

***



“[color=92278f]Nasty creatures[/color]”
Haruka commented looking at the sight of the bugs filling out the park. They appeared almost as out of nowhere and visibly seemed to be more hungry than anything else. The sounds of panicking screaming though filled her demonic heart with warmth - together with the song she was listening to, having a few rocks now resting in the palm of her hand; and in general made her indifferent towards the commotion. 

What did pick her interest though - beside the casual amidst the chaos rock gathering - was indeed somebody else gathering the very same rocks. Something of utmost interest indeed. She slowly approached the man, who was putting the rocks into the pockets of his coat in a rather hasteful pace. 

“[color=92278f]Do you gather them because they sing for you too?[/color]”, she asked the man, intrigued.