Ritorubitchi means 'little bitch' in Japanese. Sake is a Japanese alcoholic drink.
The bustle of the village paralyzed Sayuri as she clutched at her brother's waist. The noises and vivid colour of attires was to much for her senses to process. Laito looked down to his sister's face, and ruffled her hair. Distinguishing her anxiety. He smiled fondly at the jewel beside him. I'll protect you Sayuri, I promise. They were in a village somewhere in the Land of Wind. I think.. Laito thought.
Laito groaned in frustration. Sayuri looked up at him.
"What is it Ani?"
She asked worriedly. Laito shook his head firmly, as if doing so would tell him where they were.
"Don't worry Sayuri, I will handle everything"
He told her sincerely. Sayuri nodded slowly. Seconds passed, before the siblings heard a gurgling noise. Sayuri blushed like a tomato, she bit her bottom lip in sheer embarrassment. Her brother was silent for a long minute.
"Imoto?..Are you hungry?"
Sayuri hid her face in shadows produced by her midnight strands of hair. She feebly dipped her head up and down. Laito lead her carefully through the crowds to a safe corner in a intersection between two shops. A sweet shop and a restaurant of some sort. Laito kissed her forehead nimbly. He moved away into the crowds, blending in. Laito spend hours getting food. It would start with him picking a stall. Then he would cause a scene, like push other people into the stall chosen. And while he apologized again and again, he quickly snatched up a bread roll or something depending on the variety of the food stall. Then he had enough, and decided he didn't want to test his luck once more, he made his way to his sister in even strides. A muffled cry drew his scrutiny. Laito casted his eyes up and tensed up.
"This ritorubitchi won't be worth much, but she'll do"
A callused faced man chuckled nastily, he had a filthy rag pressed against Sayuri's mouth. Sayuri's eyes were swelled up with tears, as she struggled. The man shoved the balled up rag into her mouth roughly. And threw her up onto his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He lumbered towards a iron cage on wooden trailer pulled by two bay mares. He was singing a horrid song about getting his money for 'his bitches' while Sayuri still struggled pitifully. Suddenly a jagged rock ricocheted off his temple, he stumbled yelling curses to the sky. He turned grudgingly to see Laito getting ready to launch another stone at him.
"Ya little brat..i'll kill ya!"
He lunged at Laito like a freight train. Laito side stepped, and tripped the man up. The man roared in anger and slashed out, cramping onto Laito's ankle before he could grab his sister. The man pulled his feet from under him, causing laito to crash to the ground hard.
"Laito!"
Sayuri screamed, she had spat the balled up rag out. She bit and scratched, fighting the man's iron grip. The man grunted, and chunked her into the cage, slamming the door shut. She tried to break open the bars with her weak arms. Sobbing.
"Laito...Laito…"
Laito sat up, coughing up blood.
"It's ok, Sayuri i'll-"
His voice was cut off, as the man clamped his huge hands round his throat. He started crushing his windpipe, choking the life out of him. Laito made rasping sounds as he tried to breath through the pressure. The man's breath was hot on his face, stinking of vile vomit and sake. Laito's vision darkened at the edges. The last thing he heard was Sayuri sobbing, crying out his name. Sayuri.. Was his last thought as he blacked out.
