A/N:
Hey guys, this is my first story, so bare with me! A short kinda simple backstory is, Yumi and Matsuo never got along as kids. Matsuo fell in love with Yumis sister, Michiko, thus adding tension to the hatred/rivalry between Matsuo and Yumi.
Yumi alerted Matsuo that there were urgent political matters to be discussed away from such a crowed, so Yumi took Matsuo to his personal cabin about a mile away from where the party was being held.
But anyway, enjoy the prologue to a story that I hope will be great!
Prologue
It was a cold night. Behind all the snow and trees, was a log cabin. The cabin had two windows and one door in the front of it, it looked like your basic everyday house, except it was covered in snow and blocked by the darkness of the ominous trees.
Standing inside the cabin were two neatly dressed men. They were both smaller in frame, except one was tall and the other was short. The tall one had short blonde hair with green eyes and a bored look across his face, as he looked down at the other man. The shorter man was about 5'6 in size, he had longer black hair, with bangs that swept sideways down his dark, blue-grey eyes. He had an angered look on his face.
"Why'd you take me here, Yumi?" the shorter man asked angrily to Yumi Taiki. Yumi looked down at his pocket watch chained to the pocket of his black dress pants, "Simply to pass the time, Matsuo,". Matsuo Akiras face went from angered to worried, "We need to get back to the party, you know his lordship hasn't been getting along well, and if we're gone for too long a fight could break out between the rivaling clans," Yumi smiled. "I think you need to worry more about your family then 'his lordship and the clans' Matsuo," Matsuo clenched his fists with an, even-more angered look on his face then he had before, two of the lamps in the cabin went out. "If you lay a finger on Michiko or the boy, I won't think twice before killing you where you stand,". In the darkness, Matsuo heard Yumi shift his position, shortly after a thwang was heard from the bow of a crossbow, followed by a cry from Matsuo in pain. The last thing Matsuo Akira would see was the only thing he ever found comfort in, darkness.