He drank as he did any afternoon, heavily. Hiten leaned back in his chair, staring blankly out the vast window in front of him to the nothingness of his valley. His homeland, a place that brought dreariness and depression, that and death, of course. It couldn't be much later than midday; soon he would go find a woman for his fix of sex and food. Then tomorrow, he'd awake to the same schedule.
It had been around fifteen (or sixteen?) years since his wife had vanished without a trace. It was unexpected to him, and at first he felt grief. He had loved her, truly; though looking back he never seemed to show it properly. Clearly she didn't have the patience and wasn't worth the hurt, he moved on quickly. He didn't have to bother wasting time on a thing called 'love', she didn't understand it so why would any other waste of flesh called woman?
"I don't miss you at all…"
He placed his empty glass beside him and eased himself to his feet, stretching his arms over his head and letting out a loud yawn before lazily walking down the worn halls of his manor. He didn't even feel like hunting, but truthfully he hadn't eaten well in a few days. He swiftly put his armor on, he didn't even have to glance down to lace the ties together he had grown so accustom. He snatched his Raigekijin from its hold on the wall and walked outside, the brisk winter air brushing against his bare arms and giving him a chill, just a small one. He dismissed it on contact and continued stepping down the small steps, stopping at a sight of a figure in the distance. Anything that wasn't grey seemed to stand out around here, he saw it was the figure of a human (or demon in human form) and for some reason, it was approaching him. It must've been a foreign traveler, anyone near his valley of death knew not to come here. Perhaps they couldn't see his manor yet…then again, it was the only thing that wasn't a hill or mountain. Deciding wondering wasn't enough; he glided on his flaming heels, his eyes starting to tear from the freezing cold wind blowing against them. He saw the figure recognize his approach, it was a woman, or a younger girl, and rather than run; she stood there.
He was a bit taken back by the reaction, the girl standing with a scarf over her head, dress to her ankles, bundling up the best she could, waiting for him. He stopped, his brows knotted together and stood in front of her, kicking his wheels aside. The scarf wound around her head so all he could see was her eyes, though even they were masked by her bangs. He grabbed the sides of her face, hunching over just to try and get a glimpse of her face. She only now seemed frightened of his presence. She shifted her face until it was out of his grasp and he let out an agitated huff, watching her pull down the scarf as to reveal her nose to her chin, she was biting down on her petite cherry lips.
"You have a purpose?" He asked, feeling discomfort. He didn't even get to have his pick of a woman before spotting this one; perhaps she would be good just for eating? The girl hesitantly nodded his head and he pursed his lips, waiting for her to continue. When she didn't do so right away, he grabbed the front of her kimono, pulling her to him with her dress knotted in his fist. Her face was so neared to his she could feel his hot breath in the cold region. She gasped and instinctively attempted to push him away by his chest. "You said you had a reason to be here, speak it now, woman." He demanded through his teeth and she brushed her bangs aside. He stared in shock, somewhat in horror, at her large ruby eyes. The heavy mascara that surrounded them gave her the relation, though he denied it.
"You're Hiten…o-of the Thunder Brothers?" She asked, holding her scarf up to her cheeks and darting her pupils around, away from his. His grip had loosened and now he was nodding. "My name is Aira." She started, now slightly more firmly and he arched his brow curiously at her.
"Should I know you?" His tone had softened as her grew. He didn't want this girl here, with those eyes and delicate features, that porcelain skin; she was a replica or what he hated, his reason for loathing women.
"I am the daughter to…Abi-hime…and you."