This is a continuation of Betrayal has it's Price. Remember Shuten's dreams of the girl? How Kaosu-sama told him that she was his future? If you're confused on how those things could happen when Nasuti ended up with Seiji this story line might help explain some things. It's not finished but I'll post the subsequent chapters when they are.
This story is not always happy so be warned.
Disclaimer: Ronin Warriors/Yoroiden Samurai Troopers are not mine I'm only borrowing. All original characters in this story are mine.
Ryo stood next to his wife and young son, accepting their sympathetic touches and whispers in a way that he would never have allowed in his youth. In his youth he would be angry, he would lash out and destroy. Now… now as he stared with overwhelming sadness at the two matching tablets, each bearing the name of two whom he held most dear to his heart. Now he could only whisper silently his sorrowful good byes to his friends that he would never forget as long as he lived.
Oneesan… I am glad that you will not be alone, I cannot explain my finding comfort in that since it means the loss of another, however, please don't be angry with me, it does bring me comfort. Seiji I have never had the gift of words that came so easily to you and so I am certain that my eloquence will fall far short of your high standards. I shall miss you more than you can imagine, we have been together in battle and afterward as friends so long that life cannot continue the same without you.
Ryo lifts his head and glances at the young woman who's eyes are narrowed at the ground, her hand firmly clutching that of the young boy who is unmistakably her brother, the young boy's tears soaking into the sleeve of her suit jacket, his eyes red and face flushed. The picture they made was heart breaking, yet he could not allow his heart to break at seeing them there for it meant that at least they were alive. Ryo lowered his eyes to the tablets again.
I am thankful for one thing; your children are alive to help fill the void left by your absence. They are the very best of both of you; both of them have such strength of character, like you Seiji and like you Oneesan they are both kind and loving. Hiko-kun remains close to his sister and cries at night since you left us. Yuki-chan… She is so strong, like you Seiji and guards her sensitive brother from any further pain.
Ryo sighs heavily as the next thought enters his mind. As much as she takes after both her parents I believe that she has inherited the worse of traits from her 'jisan. She is angry, it shows in a behavior that I fear can only be called self-destructive. I am ashamed to admit that I once had such shortcomings and they may have possibly rubbed off on one such as Yuki-chan. However, her anger at the world is apparent, she has been hurt deeply and she is determined not to show it or let it happen again. Ryo sighs again as he takes another quick glance at the young girl. I hope she can learn to let go of her anger, for all our sake.The others have come to say farewell, I felt that familiar heaviness in the air and nearly found myself calling Rekka for the first time since before Yuki-chan was born. I have not approached them as yet; I am at a loss as to what to say after so many years. It's strange to look at them, we were once mere children in their eyes and now… now they are the children in my eyes. They have not aged one year in all this time and here I am with a son who is beyond his adolescence, nearly sixteen years old, close to the same age as us when they first appeared here on earth… How ironic.
A tear forms in Ryo's eye as he moves to step away, he wipes at his eyes and feels the tightening of his wife's hands round his arm. He halts and stares at the tablets again as if trying to see their faces in the smooth, granite surface.
"Good bye Oneesan, good bye Seiji" He whispers, bows slightly and then moves off to the side with his family.
Konoyuki Date read for what must be bordering on an infinite number of times the deeply engraved words scrawled across the two granite slabs that were all that remained of her parents. First her mother's name 'Nasuti Yagyu-Date' followed by the eternally beautiful and eternally melancholy words that she had requested… 'When I am dead my dearest, sing no sad songs for me. Plant thou no roses at my head, nor shady cypress tree' Then her father's name 'Seiji Date' and the continuation of those words from her mother's request; as they did in life they would also complete each other in death… 'Be the green grass above me, with showers and dewdrops wet and if thou wilt, remember and if thou wilt, forget'
Okaasan, Otousan… I cannot help the sad songs singing in my heart… I am sorry. She whispered silently, regretfully as if she were letting them down, she squeezed her younger brother's hand to offer him the comfort that he needed as the occasional sniffle escaped him from time to time. But I will bury them deep, I will not show my weakness, I will be strong for 'niichan.
Yuki hated this day, she hated this ceremony and she hated all these people here staring at her and her brother. She had remained polite, kept the passive smile pasted on her face for as long as she could, the armor of that smile held throughout the day. And now… now she could no longer smile, that mask she wore cracked and broke away hours ago and she now kept her head bowed, her eyes lowered, avoiding the eyes of others, only her uncles could understand, her uncles and their children she had grown up with.
These people who were barely more than strangers scattered among her mother's family home didn't belong here, they did not know how truly beautiful her parents were, how their absence would darken the sky for eternity. She felt herself beginning to choke as tears threatened and she angrily pushed them back down.
She had to look away, lift her eyes from all that remained of her parent's lives and so she raised her head. Her eyes first sought the comfort of her uncles; Ryo-ojisan gave her the same sad smile he'd worn since the night he had delivered the news of her parent's deaths. Shin comforted Shuu-ojisan whose normally gamin smile was replaced with a sorrowful frown and trembling chin. Her eyes then skipped over to Touma-ojisan and next to him Sayuri; she and Sayuri had grown up close, nearly the same age and often in each other's company as their parents were. Another painful thought as she realized those days were gone and she hurriedly looked away, finding no comfort in her friend's sad smile today. Her eyes continued their survey of the people who had come, her eyes meeting theirs, catching a glimpse of their sorrow turning to pity before they looked away from her infinitely, pain-filled gaze.
She remembered her mother had once told her that she had her father's eyes and that other's often shied away from Otousan's sharp, clear eyes, that it frightened them because he seemed to look into their very souls. Yuki believed that he could, she believed her father could do anything, then...
I cannot see into their souls Okaasan.
Her thoughts whispered to her mother as she moved from one face to the next and they all looked away. Perhaps they can look into my soul and see through my eyes how it is crushed by unbearable sadness and they have to look away.Yuki came upon the three figures that she had seen earlier and felt that same odd sense of unease she had felt then. She did not see them arrive yet she knew the moment that they did; she could feel it, that and the obvious tension that showed in Ryo-ojisan as well as her other uncles at their presence. She thought at first they might have been students of her fathers but she had never seen them at the dojo and would certainly have remembered such odd looking young men if she had. With one having green hair, another blue like Touma's and Sayuri's hair and the other, well red was not so uncommon but still… there was something about that one that made him unforgettable. She had watched them closely as they had approached the final resting-place of her parents. The first two bowed before her father and seemed to linger in front of her mother, the green haired one stepped aside while the other placed his hand over her mother's name and whispered… what she could not tell. Then the tall redhead moved up, he bowed deeply, respectfully in front of her father and then dropped the most beautiful white lily on top of the ground where her mother lay beneath. He remained there, without moving for several minutes before moving off with his friends.
As if sensing her lingering gaze the man with the red hair lifted his eyes to hers; she was surprised to see that the look of sorrow did not change as it had in the others. He offered her no sad smile; no comforting reassurance and he did not look away, daunted as the others had been by the haunted look that most certainly showed in her eyes. Uncomfortable and unused to such blatant staring, Yuki moved on to other faces among those present. She could still feel his eyes on her however and glanced back to confirm that yes, he was still staring openly before she lowered her eyes to her mother and father once again.
What the hell is he looking at!
She thought angrily. Hasn't he ever seen a mother and father die and leave their children behind? Does he wish it were me and 'niichan rather than Okaasan and Otousan? I know I wish it were me instead.She felt the burning sensation as her throat filled with tears and she struggled to hold it back. She swallowed hard to keep them at bay as she told herself again to be strong, to have courage. Okaasan, Otousan… I am sorry; I am not strong enough. She silently admitted her defeat as she felt a single tear form at the corner of her eye; she wanted to wipe it away but thought better of it. Let them see this one tear because after this, there wont be any more. She was done crying she was done hurting and she was done hanging her head.
Yuki lifted her head and it was as if the sun were rising as well, the tear spilled down her cheek, capturing the light in its liquid and refracting it, making it into a shining streak of diamond brilliance. She turned her eyes back to the man with the red hair and dared him to not look away. He didn't, he remained staring at her with that same sort of odd intensity of earlier and Yuki refused to lower her gaze again.
Let him see sorrow, let him see pain. She thought as she met his steadfast gaze. I have more than enough to show him, more than enough to show the world, this one last time.
She saw a flicker in his eyes as the blue haired man next to him spoke, he leaned closer to hear him, his lips moved in response before he straightened again. All the while his gaze held, he never once looked away. Her peripheral vision caught movement as Shin moved toward the three strangers and the one locked in a battle with her had no choice but to appear completely rude and continue staring or acknowledge Shin's greeting, he chose the latter and his gaze fell away. They seemed friendly enough to her uncle's as they bowed to Shin and then Ryo as he approached as well, entering into conversation easy enough with each other. She noticed the red haired man doing most of the talking on the stranger's side and was suddenly caught off guard when he looked her way once again, followed by a look from Ryo. She could feel her eyes widening in surprise as they continued to talk while watching her and then began walking toward her and her brother.
She hated insincerity and she could not bear to hear another insincere utterance of sympathy, nor did she wish to subject her sensitive brother to it. She looked quickly to Sayuri whose eyebrows rose at her distress, looked around and noticed Ryo approaching with the three men, frowned then looked back and nodded her understanding. Yuki tightened her hand around her brothers, pulling him closer against her and leaned down to kiss the top of his blonde head and then lower to a point where she could whisper in his ear.
"Niichan." She whispered feeling him stiffen immediately which only served to make her angry that she had to protect him against such unpleasantness as this. "Why don't you go stand with Sayuri while I greet these gentlemen with Ryo-ojisan."
He raised his tear-stained face and eyes to hers… Okaasan's eyes, blue and beautiful, Okaasan's eyes and Otousan's face. She thought sadly brushing a lock of hair from his forehead, seeing her parents and missing them even more; she didn't know why these damned people couldn't just leave them alone. They obviously could not have been so close to their mother and father to ever come for a visit or be invited for dinner, otherwise she would know them. Despite most of the people attending today being virtually strangers, she had at least met them at some point in her life, but these three who intruded on her brother's fragile state of mind with their need to offer insincere condolences and empty sympathies…
"Wakatta." Her brother managed to speak around a choked sob and after a brief hug moved away to the waiting embrace of Sayuri, joined by the comforting hand of Touma and Sayuri's mother on his shoulder. Toyohiko was probably more than happy now that he was held so tightly against the one girl who he'd had a major crush on for as long as she could remember. Yuki allowed herself a small smile before turning back, her smile fading quickly as she watched them move closer, not missing the way the red haired leader's interest in her younger brother kept his gaze on him for a moment before returning to her.
"Yuki-chan." She turned to Ryo, her eyes softening as they met his. "I would like to introduce someone to you. These gentlemen were once friends of Onee… uh… of your mothers"
She smiled sympathetically at her uncle, she knew how close he had been with her mother, she couldn't remember a single moment that they did not refer to each other as brother and sister, this was not an easy day for any of them. Friends of her mothers….
"Of course, ojisan." She answered quietly turning to the strangers before her and offering a slight bow before Ryo offered the introduction.
"This is Yuki Date." He turned back to the three strangers, holding his hand out to indicate each of them as he spoke their names, each of them bowing in turn. "Yuki-chan this is Naaza. Anubis and Shuten doji."
Yuki slyly raised her eyes to the leader's hair, as ridiculous as the name was it certainly fit, she lowered her eyes back to his and noticed them narrowing in understanding before she quickly looked to one of the others.
"Anubis-san?" She spoke with wonder and noticed the raising of his eyebrow at the question in her voice. "That's a rather odd name, isn't that the Egyptian god of death?"
"You could say…" His voice was rather quiet and gentle before it was abruptly cut off by the one called Shuten doji.
"Your name is not Yuki!" He nearly shouted, his voice incredulous, as if her name was the most ridiculous word he'd ever heard. Like he had room to talk. "Is it girl?"
Yuki looked around, concerned with making a scene at her parent's funeral; when it was apparent that no one took notice she turned her angry, disdain-filled eyes back to Shuten doji. She had very little tolerance left and this man, with his disrespectful behavior at her parent's funeral was about to push her beyond her limits. She took a deep, calming breath, trying to maintain the last threads of her self-control.
"You'll have to forgive Ryo-ojisan, he is rather sentimental… Konoyuki Date." She spoke in a clipped tone indicating that she was not in the least sentimental. He ignored her tone and simply nodded before he turned his head, his eyes drifting to where her brother stood with Sayuri. This only served to anger her further and her father's meditation techniques although they helped did not always serve her well and she could not help whispering the scathing taunt. "Red top kid."
"Yuki!" Ryo's shocked gasp beside her a firm reprimand at her rude behavior, she lowered her eyes to the ground mumbling an empty apology, she didn't miss the sharp gaze that Shuten doji turned on her or the snickers of the other two at her obvious insult. She hid a smile at their barely contained humor in their arrogant friend being made fun of; it gave her the impression that it didn't happen often.
The day was not over yet; much as she longed for it to be Yuki had withstood as much as she could and was fast approaching the limits of her patience and her strength. The same people that had greeted her upon arriving that morning, that offered the condolences that meant absolutely nothing, now offered more of the same as they bid farewell. Touma-ojisan relieved her from her duty as hostess, sensing her weariness that only grew with the professed sympathies that were as empty as she, for they could not provide what she really wanted… her parent's lives restored.
After making sure that Hiko was safely in the confines of his bed and the promise of Sayuri to check on him periodically Yuki made her way to the area of the house that she knew would be devoid of people, an area that none would dare invade. Sliding back the shoji door Yuki stepped into another world, still part of her mother's family home, however she could not help but feel its separateness from the house. The voices from various locations within the house disappeared and only silence prevailed, the sleek wooden floors captured the light from the moon filtering through the shoji on the other side and cast its own golden glow throughout the room. The numerous swords that hung on the walls of her father's dojo glinted in the light, begging to be noticed, begging to be touched again, by her father. The sweet smell of pine drifted from the small garden outside and she inhaled deeply, moving on silent feet across the room. The high ceiling caught the light sound of her breathing and tossed it carelessly about in a quiet echo. She loved it here, she could feel her father here, could almost feel the light embrace of his arms about her and when she opened the shoji and stepped out on the balcony she could feel her mother. Closing her eyes and enjoying the feel of the two of them, holding her, comforting her and eternally loving her. Belying her eighteen years, Yuki could not help the childish plea slipping out, 'Otousan, Okaasan… please come back'. Her voice sounded small even to her own ears, she felt the familiar welling of tears in her eyes and the choking sobs filling her throat. No! She reprimanded herself remembering her vow, her promise to herself, to her parents. Hiko needs me to be strong, not some baka who cries at every turn. I said there will be no more tears and I meant it.
"Konoyuki Date". A quiet and vaguely familiar voice called from within the dojo. "I would like to speak to you."
It was perhaps to her good fortune that she was shocked into silence at the sight of Shuten doji standing in the center of her father's dojo. The words she'd been about to scream at the intruder dying on her lips would have certainly disproved and dishonored the manners instilled in her by both her overly polite parents, especially her father. Still, weary as she now was Yuki could not help being blunt with the man who had intruded on her solitude.
"What is it Shuten doji-san?" She asked unceremoniously, noting his surprise at the way she addressed him so formally. He recovered quickly and with a slight smile moved closer stopping once he reached the balcony.
He stared at her silently for several moments and Yuki waited, staring back watching as his eyes roamed over her hair then her face and stopping when he met her eyes.
"Worlds will mourn the loss of your parents." He spoke softly deep sympathy present in every word as well as pain, a pain that somehow Yuki herself could feel… his pain.
She gasped and stepped back in frightened confusion, her eyes narrowing on him suspiciously as he stepped closer once more. She squared her shoulders and lifted her chin, refusing to be afraid of him, refusing to be intimidated by his imposing nearness.
"I already know that!" She fired back at him her hands resting on her hips, trying to give a more impressive stature to her slight frame. She gasped again when his hand lifted and brushed back a lock of her smooth, straight hair.
"I do not think you do know Konoyuki Date." His soft voice still filled with sympathy, with sadness. "How could you possibly know, child?"
Child! That certainly snapped her out of her daze. What the hell does he mean calling me a child? He can't be much older than I am… twenty, twenty-one maybe. She was no child; she could take care of herself and her brother alone… she would have to. She would have certainly told the insolent man who stood before her but the feel of his fingers under her chin, gently lifting her face for his inspection.
"You look so much like your father." He whispered his voice sounding curiously astonished. "Who would have thought…"
Yuki could take no more; whom did this man think he was to take such liberties with her. She had never met him before today; he professed feeling the pain of her parent's deaths yet she could not recall ever meeting him. He could not have been so close or felt so much for them to be bothered with seeing them while they were alive, did he somehow think, somehow feel that he deserved to mourn them now? And the way in which he patronized her, calling her child, telling her she looked like her father and earlier nearly causing a scene outside, in front of all those people. She wrenched her chin from his hand and pierced him with the eyes of her father she'd inherited.
"Get out!" She whispered with barely concealed rage watching him step back surprise evident in his eyes at her tone.
He stared back at her for several moments, the softness she'd seen earlier disappearing, replaced by an unreadable coldness that only served to anger her further. She saw his lips tighten angrily, his jaw clenching as he bit back what he, no doubt really wanted to tell her. He nodded and took another step back then stopped and the staring match continued.
"I wish to speak to your brother." Her eyes widened at his words that did nothing to aid the dissipation of her anger. "I have something for him."
"You stay away from my brother." She warned quietly, her eyes narrowing as he sighed and rolled his eyes before looking at her again.
"Despite what you think…" He bowed lightly and turned, walking away from her. "… I will speak to him."
"Yuki! Ne Yuki, wake up!" She could hear the distant voice intruding on her sleep, forcing her into another torturous day that she didn't want to face. "Come on Yuki, Otousan made us breakfast."
Now she really didn't want to get up, if anything would guarantee her spending the rest of the day in bed it was the threat of Touma-ojisan cooking anything.
"Yuki…" Sayuri's voice continued to singsong her name then came her body, bouncing in accompaniment on her bed. "Yuki, Yuki, Yuki"
Grrrrr, she shoved her head under the pillow trying to block out her friends irritating wake up call while at the same time planning her demise.
"Yuki! Come on!" Sayuri continued her pleading. "Wake up!"
"Urusai!" She finally screamed sitting up slamming the pillow into her friend's unsuspecting face.
"But Otousan worked so hard." Sayuri feigned hurt feelings as she stuck out her lower lip. "I only wanted to make sure you had something to eat."
"You only wanted to make sure I suffered through Touma-ojisan's cooking like you have to is what you mean." She remarked sarcastically as she climbed out of bed, dug through her closet until she found a pair of jeans and a sweater, slipping both on then running a brush through her hair and turning back to her friend. "Isn't that right Sayuri-chan?"
"Ohako da!" Sayuri shrugged her shoulder and then narrowed her eyes on Yuki and continued in mock severity. "Don't call me chan!"
"Okay, okay…" Yuki admonished and slipping her feet into her slippers she made her way downstairs to the dreaded breakfast, Sayuri in tow.
Yuki was glad that Sayuri and her parents had more or less moved in with them since the funeral. Touma had felt it was best that she and her brother not be alone and Yuki was more than happy to have her best friend so near. Hiko was of course more than thrilled to have the woman of his dreams under the same roof, his initial foreboding forgotten when both girls decided he was far too sensitive and vulnerable to be subjected to their normal teasing.
The biggest downfall to the arrangement was that they were often subjected to meals cooked by Touma. The days he didn't teach at the university were days of dreaded stomach pains and near death from the many food experiments he tried out on them.
After forcing down, as much of the substance that Touma swore was food, Yuki quietly contemplated that something was missing, a light going off in her head as she realized it was the presence of her brother.
"Where's Hiko?" She asked lightly sipping the bitter tea and trying not to cringe as she swallowed it down then mumbled. "If I have to suffer through this so does he."
"What was that Yuki-chan?" Touma asked her from the sink where he was diligently washing the dishes. She gulped then winced as Sayuri's elbow dug into her side, not realizing she'd said it loud enough to be heard.
"Uh… nothing Touma-ojisan." She stammered. "I was just wondering where Hiko is?"
"Ahh…" She watched Touma nod as he continued with the dishes. "He ate earlier and said he was going for a walk."
Yuki lowered her eyes, her head bowing as she felt for her little brother's sadness, wishing she could take some of it upon herself. Ne Hiko, off to see Otousan and Okaasan again? She raised her eyes as she felt the light touch of Sayuri's hand on her arm, meeting the smile of her best friend she smiled in return. It had only been two weeks; perhaps she was expecting him to recover too soon or at least show some signs of an attempt to get over their loss. She was deeply worried over her younger brother; he was far more sensitive than she allowed herself to be. It pained her to see him still so lost, still so hurt and the sound of his tears each night as he cried himself to sleep only seemed to add to her pain.
"… they came over with Ryo this morning." Lost in her own thoughts she heard only the tail end of what Touma had been saying. "I don't know how long they intend to stay here."
"I'm sorry Ojisan…" Yuki could feel a sense of unease filling her. "What was that you were saying?"
"The others… uh… The friends of your mothers you met the other day." Touma moved away from the sink, wiping his hands dry with a towel as he spoke. "They came over this morning…"
Hiko! She shot out of her chair and ran from the kitchen to the balcony and there, sitting by the lake was her brother and that, that… That son of a bitch! She had told him to stay away from her brother! Without thinking she ran back inside, flew at record speed down the stairs and out the front door leaving Sayuri and her father to stare after her dumbfounded.
"Uh oh." Touma muttered as he watched from the safety of the window, the angry stride of the young girl that so resembled that of her mother. Shuten was in for the fight of his life pissing her off.
"Otousan, dooshite?" He heard Sayuri ask beside him watching her best friend stalk purposely toward the two who sat engrossed in conversation below.
"Well… she's very protective." Sayuri looked at her father and rolled her eyes. He was so obtuse sometimes she wondered at his genius for he apparently had none when it came to people, at least that's what her mother often accused him of, the older she got the more she realized it was true.
"Niichan!" She called perhaps a little more harshly than she intended she realized as her brother jumped slightly before turning around to… smile at her? She had not seen him smile in weeks her eyes widened in surprise then she smiled back before her eyes drifted to the man beside him who scrutinized her with his sharp gaze.
"Oneesan." Her brother's cheerful voice brought her eyes back to him as he climbed to his feet and walked to her. "You slept in again ne? You need to get up earlier if you want to avoid Touma-ojisan trying to poison you."
He snickered and she cuffed him playfully on the chin, eliciting more laughter. She could not help but laugh with him; truly happy that her brother seemed to have at last made a step toward returning to himself again.
"I'll remember that." She told him knowing full well that she would never take to rising early, she was definitely not a morning person and even less so now… Movement caught her attention and her eyes shifted over her brother's head to the man climbing to his feet behind him. She fixed a gimlet eye on him, which he infuriatingly ignored; in fact he ignored her completely and moved to stand next to Hiko.
"Oneesan, dooshite?" She heard her brother's concerned voice and her gaze softened as she turned, intent on reassurance when another voice intruded, stopping her.
"It will be all right Toyohiko." Shuten consoled her younger brother, smiling and earning one in return further setting off Yuki's anger. "Remember what I told you, talk to Rek… talk to Ryo, he will tell you the same."
"Shuten doji-san!" Hiko called out after he took a few steps and turned back, waving a silver box in the air. "Arigato."
Yuki rolled her eyes as Shuten waved back at her younger brother then turned to watch Hiko make his way to the house. She did not move or utter a word until she saw her brother walk through the door and close it behind him then she turned…
"Just what the hell do you think you're doing?" She demanded earning an incredulous look from Shuten. "I told you to keep away from my brother!"
"I only…" He began but Yuki cut him off.
"You only what?" She demanded angrily. "Thought you'd come here and disrupt what little peace he has managed to find with your false sympathies, comfort him with words like how much he looks like our mother or how deeply it pains you to lose such a good friend as our father?"
"I was never your father's friend." Shuten interjected smoothly. "I had a great deal of respect for him but I was never… his friend."
She was momentarily at a loss for words; she didn't know how to respond and could only stare at him in silence.
"I came here to give to your brother something meant to be his, nothing more." Shuten continued when she remained silent. "He started to ask questions about your mother and your father, about life and death to which he added his own ideas on the subject. I listened and told him what I thought when he asked"
"And are you such an expert on being an orphan Shuten doji-san?" She snapped at him, the anger sparking to life again. "Can you empathize with us over the loss of our parents?"
"You assume too much child." His cutting comment not lost in the smooth voice with which he delivered it, his eyes narrowing dangerously and still it did nothing to deter her anger. "I suggest you not say anything more."
"You arrogant jerk!" She shouted at him her index finger punctuating the air with each word she spoke. "If you come near my brother again I'll kick your ass!"
"I cannot believe Nasuti and Korin raised such a boorish, foul-mouthed child." He mumbled and turned away.
She was about to go after him with a swift kick to the head when she was halted by the sound of her name being called. Turning away from Shuten she looked back at the house where Touma and Ryo were waving her home.
Turning back to Shuten she watched him retreat back to the lake. You have no idea how lucky you are… She thought silently.
"Sayonara Shuten doji-san." She spoke politely to his back, smirking as she noticed him stiffen at her words, not knowing that they were the last he had heard from her mother, not knowing that it wasn't because her threat had actually made him nervous as she believed.
"Sayonara Konoyuki Date." He replied quietly surprising her, then surprised her even further with his next words. "For now."
Japanese words
Wakatta - I understand
Ohako da - is like saying 'I've been found out'
Urusai - shut up