Chapter One
Abuto watched as Kamui stepped out his room. His long, vemilion hair was waiting for Abuto to braid it. His forget-me-not coloured eyes were half-closed, veiling their magnificence. His white silk nightshirt weren't tidy at all. Well, making the Captain of the seventh division look gorgeous was Abuto's job, not Kamui's. In Abuto's point of view, Kamui never bothered to even try to help him.
No matter judging at what perspective, Kamui only looked like a teenager.
Sometimes Abuto would think about what he and Kamui will be if they are not Yatos and members from Harusame, and, of course, if Kamui hadn't got a fighting-crazed mind. Abuto knew that this weren't completely his fault, due to his past about being nearly killed by his very own father.
Abuto would probably be a normal man with his wife and possibly a child. When he got back from work, his kid would probably "attack" him with a big welcoming smile. His wife would probably be waiting for him in the family room.
Kamui would be a normal teenager, living with his father and younger sister. He and his sister Kagura would have a "fight" everyday, and their father Umibouzu, would be watching these two naughty children, laughing.
But since they were Yatos, none of these was possible. Last time Kamui talked to his sister was when they were having a real, Yato fight in Yoshiwara. Abuto remembered that little girl with incredibly strong power when her Yato Blood awakened. That wasn't surprising at all. She had the same blood as Kamui.
Even their eyes looked so similar.
But Abuto saw something different in the girl's eye when she was still the normal Kagura. It was the will to protect her friends.
Strangely enough, she still wanted to change Kamui back. She still took him as her brother.
Her effort was pointless.
No, actually. If Kamui was that cruel, he would just kill me or leave me alone when I was injured in Yoshiwara, thought Abuto.
"Abuto, since when did I become a transparent Yato?" Kamui's voice dragged Abuto into the real world.
"Good morning, Captain." Abuto said immediately.
"That's better." Kamui smiled sweetly.
He sat down at the table, without taking the slightest effort to tidy up his messy appearance.
Abuto knew what to do. He knelt down and started braiding Kamui's hair. It was a difficult job since he lost his left arm, but he was getting use to it now.
It is the most ridiculous thing in the world, thought Abuto grumpily, this should be done by a mother or at least, a female, not me!
That blonde girl called Matako in Keheitai, she would definitely laugh her head off when she saw a guy like Abuto braiding a boy's hair.
"Abuto, I think I'll probably visit Earth in several days."
"What? Are you mad again?" Abuto exclaimed.
Kamui slapped Abuto in face with his braid.
"Sorry, I didn't quite hear what you say." Kamui's smile was so innocent.
"Nothing." Abuto couldn't say anything. This little fellow was his captain. He examined Kamui's white top and realised something was wrong.
"What have you done to your clothe? There's blood on it."
"Last night a servant was doing something I don't like." His answer seemed to have nothing related to Abuto's question.
"So you killed him."
"Don't worry. I did it with a smile. He'll go in peace. By the way, I want you to hand wash it and I want it ready for me to wear tonight, remember, I want you, Abuto, to do it. I only trust you." His eyes were as clear as a fine gemstone.
"But I just washed it last week! Besides, it's impossible to get it ready in just one day." Abuto thought he was going to faint.
"Then are you expecting me to sleep naked?" Kamui looked up with a perplexed look on his adorable face.
"Alright, you win." Abuto was speechless.
"Thank you, Abuto, you are my favourite." He finally finished his giant bowl of rice.
"That's all right, my dear Captain. Now get dressed." Abuto spoke sarcastically. He took off Kamui's blood-stained white top and put on his usual black Chinese martial art uniform. He tightened his blue belt as Kamui sat there, doing nothing.
"I'll send you to a camp on Earth and you can live with the other teenagers and your sister for a while. Then you can learn how to braid your hair and get dressed all by yourself." Abuto looked up at his Captain's pale face and complained. "I wonder how are you going to live without me."
"You don't have to worry a thing, Abuto. You are not Ungyou and I probably won't kill you accidentally."
Abuto noticed the way he emphasised the word "accidentally".
"Speaking of my little Kagura," Kamui said, "Do you have her photo?"
"How can I possibly have her photo? Who's her dear Nii-chan?" Abuto could clearly recall the beastly little girl he fought in Yoshigawa. "Why do you want her photo, anyway?"
"I want to invite her to visit our ship." Kamui smiled, "I'm just afraid that our people can't find her. Ah, here we go." He took a frame from the drawer beside and pulled out the photo. "You can have it, or chuck it away, if you want. I no longer need it."
Abuto took a brief look at the photo. A pale (Abuto judged it in the Yato standard) but still very beautiful woman stood beside a slightly bald man. Beneath them, there were a boy and a younger girl. They looked extremely similar as they both had vermilion hair and big, blue eyes, except boy's hair was braided. They were all smiling very brightly, including the woman who looked quite feeble.
Abuto realised that this was Kamui's family when nothing went wrong. Well, it's part of being a Yato, he thought and put it into his pocket.
"Bring her to me." He could hear Kamui's voice behind him.
Abuto managed to get the blood stain off Kamui's nightshirt. As he put it on a clothes hanger with several pegs, he ordered the servants to get another spare.
"Damn it." He mumbled as he saw the rip on the sleeve, "Why can't he just leave his clothes nice and clean? Go and sew it, I'm fed up with this stuff."
"Haha! Did I just see you washing your Captain's clothe?" A high-pitched female voice laughed.
Abuto looked up and saw the blonde girl in pink dress. Matako played her ponytail as she teased him: "Takasugi-sama never let me do this sort of housework, yet you, a man, have to wash clothes for your Captain! That's hilarious!" She giggled in a girlish way.
"Shut up, Barbie Doll." Abuto snapped, "He forced me to do so! If you ever want to be helpful to anyone here, then help me sew his clothes when he ruins them again!"
"As if I'm going to do it!" Matako sneered, "Bye, househusband. Takasugi-sama has MORE important things for me to do!"
Abuto rolled his eyes. "Women," he smirked, "Well, I've got important things to do as well."