Chapter 3 : Where are you? Part 1

He ran away from her without a word.

She stood dumfounded. She hadn't even asked for his name. She ran back to her Aunt who was still busy not bothered of her dissappearence.


In Miroku's estate, the boy stared at his right hand. Not at his wound and now dried blood, but reminiscing the feeling.

"Oh no! Your hand! It's bleeding!"

He recognized that voice as Kurena's. She frantically searched for some bandage.

He rolled his eyes, "It's fine, Kurena."

But he knew she wouldn't stop fussing.

Ouka really missed him. It's been two month now.

She had, discreetly, persuaded her Aunt to take her to the sklave arena again. But no sign of him. She went there again but still no sign of him. She finally gave up going back there again as she couldn't watch those poor sklaves killing each other. She almost vomited on her second visit.

Today is her eighth birthday. This morning, she had opened all of herbirthday gifts. Her Father gave her another of her mother's necklace.

She knew her mother had a giant collection of jewelries. She always loved shiny things. She took off her diamond crusted necklace, previously her mother's, and put it in her own jewelry box, and wore the pearl necklace around her small neck. The pearl was pure white. Not gray like most pearls. It was beautiful.

Her Aunt gave her money. No surprise there.

Her three caretakers gave her a full set of winter clothes. It was black and bluish pink. If anything it would almost look like a mourning robe.

She wore the winter coat immediatly.

It was like a routine, actually.

In the morning she would unwrap all of her gifts. During afternoon until evening, there will be no lessons for her, so she had lots of spare time.

And at night her caretakers would decorate one of the many halls in her palace and use the money her Father gave them and buy another one of those enourmous cakes which she would not be able to finish... Leftovers then be given to the sklaves...

During her free time, she would sneak out of the castle and take a walk around, stretch her legs and all that. She would leave a recorder of her playing the piano in her room and lock the door, so the people passing by would think she spend the whole time playing the music her mother wrote.

Since she came alone, no caretakers, no stiff gusrds, no royal fancy carriages, the people, her citizens treat her like a normal eight years old girl, instead of somekind of pampered princess who they should bow down to.

She also took Kururu with her.


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