Hrk. Sorry about this being in second POV all of a sudden. I should fix it, but I really don't want to... The rest should go back to third person, so it's just the one. Not much really happens anyway.

How about it? Wanna go find that happiness?" You asked. Enishi looked at you with surprise as you extended your right hand towards him, offering to join your journey.

He looked into your eyes and then dropped his head against his knees again. "No," he simply replied.

You sighed, "I should have figured as much. Anyway, I'll ignore your answer and come back tomorrow to see if you still want to go to Kyoto with me. You should think on it."

"Why do you try so hard? I don't even know you," He bitterly asked in his arm.

You softly smiled and said, "Because you deserve and need someone to lean onto."

"I don't need anyone," he sneered.

"And I don't care. I'll be back tomorrow and the day after that if I need to. I'm just stubborn that way. I'm the stubborn Yoru Yume, " you said before walking back the way you came.

An eerie calm settled in the village of broken down spirits. "Happiness, huh?" Enishi whispered, as if he was whispering to the air itself.

Geezer looked on with worry in his eyes as you walked back through the mass of worn down huts and houses, just as you said you would. Once again there was a determined look in your eyes.

Your walking stopped and there you stood, in front of Enishi again. "So, how about it?" you started just like before. "You ready to go to Kyoto for that happiness?" You offered your hand to him again and he stared at it. As if questioning for the final time if he should really go with you or not.

A decided look flowed over his clouded eyes as he ignored your hand and stood up on his own. A soft smile graced your lips, "Then we best head off now. Don't want to miss the train."

You headed off towards the back entrance with Enishi by your side. It was silent for a while, until he spoke, "Why are we going to Kyoto." It was more like demanding statement than a question.

"That's where my manor is. It's larger than a house, but smaller than a mansion. Either way, I like it. Western style houses are just so unique. Though, there is a slight problem..." you said, kinda dragging on the last part.

"Hm?"

"Well," you were rubbing the back of your head, "Usually it's me and my guest, in this case you, who does all the house work and chores." You felt a glare on your neck and you didn't need to ask to know what was wrong. "I expected as much." You sighed and continued as you both kept walking to the station, "I guess I'll just have to call Lei back. In spite of his bad habit."

"And what's that?" he questioned, not bothering to look at you. It seemed he was getting his attitude back.

"Lei tends to tell everything and anything to him when he can," you said, emphasizing "him" with a harsh venomous tone. Enishi gave you a curious as to who it is that you despise so much, and you ignored it. "Anyway," you started trying to change the subject. "You'll learn about him in time. But for now we better concentrate on making it home."

Neither of you said anything while walking through the southern part of Tokyo to the train station. People were staring, gaping, and gossiping too. But you shrugged it off as rudeness to unfamiliar faces. It still continued though as Enishi waited on a bench for you to get the tickets and you stood in line. Your expression was blank when it was finally your turn. "Two for Kyoto please," you said while digging through your wallet that was hanging off of your belt. So you paid, got the tickets, and boarded the train.

The steam engine puffed and the greased gears moved, the train had left the station. Yet people were still staring and making it too obvious when there was the beautiful scenery to look at. "This is getting ridiculous. What's so fun to stare at?" you thought. You looked at your attire and found some reasons. 1) You have two swords in your belt, 2) It looks like you're carrying another huge wrapped up sword, 3) You were a girl. But that didn't seem to be enough of a reason. Your gaze shifted from yourself to Enishi staring out the window and that is where you saw the problem.

"Hey Enishi," you started. "You have a lot of dried blood kind of everywhere." Not only that, but tattered clothes and matted hair didn't really help.

He glared at you and held that look saying I-know-now-shut-up.

An idea formed and you thought of the perfect way to get rid of the on-lookers. You unsheathed your first katana and pulled out a fine cloth from within your kimono top. Then you proceeded to clean it. Instantly whispers flooded the car, but it all ceased after you looked at them with a mock intent to kill. After that, there was no more staring and you were inwardly smiling to yourself. Enishi on the other hand, didn't seem to notice anything.

An hour passed and the silence was killing you. Almost everyone left at the Osaka stop to get away except for a few stray strangers. "So, is there any particular reason why you decided to come with me?" you asked him, who was still staring out the window, lost in thought.

He glanced at you before looking back out the window. You sighed. "And here I thought we were getting somewhere," you mused to yourself inside your head. Leaning on your elbow, your gaze fell upon him. He was still holding the journal in his right hand, and his eyes were still in a daze. But as soon as you looked at those teal eyes of his, you couldn't look away. A minute or so passed with you just gazing into those deep pools of blue.

"Are you staring at me?" he asked, jolting you back into reality.

"Ugh," you stammered. "Yes?"

"Why?"

"Just remembering, I suppose." Another sigh escaped (You're doing that a lot lately). "Ya know, there's no way you can avoid it now."

"Avoid what?" His attention was now focused on you and what you were telling him.

You drew your eyes shut and continued, "Staying with me. If you leave my watch, then government has every right to execute you. It's happen before."

Questions were flying through the air, all directed towards you. "How come?"

"Mr. Yamagata, one of the country's leaders in military power, offered me a key position in the government once. I turned it down saying it would be too easy for people to find me, but asked for something else instead. It was a permit, so to speak, giving me the ability to carry swords, kill when necessary, and to keep one fugitive at a time under my watch," you explained. A silence settled over the train car.

Enishi's tone became more serious, "There's more. Isn't there?"

You didn't want to keep talking anymore. The unnerving comfort of silence was now gone. And you knew this conversation was going to occur sometime. There was no going around it. "Everytime, either the government kills them or he does." You opened your eyes and looked into his. The steam engine slowed to a stop and the doors were opened to let the passengers out. "This is important Enishi. For your own sake, for your own life, don't get any foolish feelings."

You didn't give him time to react or to say anything at all. You just calmly stood up and walked off the train. Shortly after, Enishi followed, but no words were exchanged. He seemed to be in his daze again as he walked a few steps behind you instead of next to you. Ten minutes later of your march through Kyoto streets were you at your house. It was slightly larger than you described, but nothing to really brag about. It had two stories and there were lilacs growing in front of the first floor windows. The outside exterior was painted a snow white with sea blue trim, and an oak door stood firmly as the entrance.

Hands on your hips, you proudly stood in front of your own 'palace' so to speak. "And here we are!" you declared. "Home, sweet home!"

Enishi didn't look impressed. He probably had a much larger house on his island fortress.

"And now for the matter of the working hands. If I'm correct, he'll be stopping by later," you muttered. You walked up to the door and opened it. You frowned that it was unlocked and said through clenched teeth, "It seems that that weasel was already here."

Regardless, you still entered. There was a wooden stair case right across the entry way and to left was a hand crafted table with vine details up and down the legs and around the rim. There were four chairs to match it. Further in was a kitchen, plain and simple. To the right was nothing. That portion was empty and the floors seemed to have been worn, stained, and bleached many times. But the back room had a royal blue couch facing the glass double doors that led to the garden outside. Behind the couch was a low elegant table with no particular design.

"Upstairs," you started and looked to Enishi, "Is three bedrooms. The one to far right is mine. The one is the center is for guests and the room at the far left is yours. Plain and simple. And you really ought to get clean."

He glared at you for the hundredth time that day and then went up the stairs. "I suppose glares are better than getting no emotion response at all," you thought optimistically.

Having nothing else to do, you went outside in the garden. There were sakura trees every where, just like every beautiful garden would have, except in the center was something that really caught the eyes attention. It was large flowering tree with blue blossoms everywhere.

Taking in the scene of it all, you stood there just a minute before walking to the trunk. Soft blue petals were constantly falling from what seemed to be an endless supply in the tree. You sank to the ground, leaning against it's rough base for support. Your eyelids became heavy and they fell closed so you could purely enjoy the peace around you. The birds were singing, the wind was blowing, and you heard the back door open and close which totally threw off the serenity of it all.

Footsteps of shuffled grass were audible as he approached. He stopped two feet in front of you and an eerie silence just begging to be broken occurred.

"You know," you started, trying to kick up a conversation. "There's only one other tree like this that I know of."

Enishi looked at you with hidden curiosity behind his eyes. He seemed to have found the clothes you picked up from China in the dresser in his room. It was similar to his usual outfit, but was white with red going down the sleeves and the front of his shirt.

You didn't care if he wanted you to shut up or to keep talking. You felt like pouring your heart out to someone for the first time in ten years and you didn't know why. "It was back home. I saw it for the last time 15 years ago..."