May I just say that I meant to make the follwing changes to chapter four. The Seven Sins have been locked up for 300 years and they will break out in 400 years, so the Lord will only sleep for 500 years not 600....I lost the document so I will make the changes when I ind it! Thank you and enjoy the newly updated chapter! I hope to be able to update more regularly!

Hone - Onna was unbelievably excited about shopping for a new Kimono. She had decided that she would also buy one for herself as a treat. They didn't have much money and so Hone - Onna was on a tight budget. She clicked down the cobbled paths in her elegant zori, and smiled warmly at passer-by's. Today, she had decided to look more like a Geisha and had tied her red obi at the back and re - done her hair with some wax that she had stored in the cupboard. She was wearing her usual pale blue Kimono, which was obviously out of season. It was early spring and so butterflies were currently being worn but Hone - Onna wasn't really bothered by being out of season. She rounded a tight corner as she headed to the relatively cheap Kimono shop that she often visited when searching for new Kimono. She entered the shop quietly and snuck a smile at the owner. She smiled back, silently welcoming her valued customer. The shop keeper was an elderly lady of around seventy five and she refused to give up her shop - for that Hone - Onna admired her. The shop was spilt into two separate shops. One contained Men's Kimono and the other Women's. Hone - Onna scurried 'round the shop admiring the various Kimono. The thing she liked best about the shop was that is sold Kimono for all seasons so that women could be prepared for the rapidly changing seasons. As the young woman searched through the shelves of unique Kimono she noticed one that caught her attention and sent tingling sensations through her body, for in front of her was the most beautiful Kimono she had ever seen. It was a light shade of red, covered in gold embroidery and patterns. On top of that it was also a twelve layer Kimono. As Hone - Onna's eyes drifted towards the price tag her heart sank and crumbled into a pile of ash inside her broken body. The shop keeper noticed this as slid towards Hone - Onna like a snake through the grass. She peered around the young woman and whispered,

"as a valued customer, why not take it half price?" Hone - Onna's ears perked at the mention of this sudden price drop. "No catches?" She asked cautiously.

"Only that you continue to buy here."

"Very well then, I shall take your offer and I thank you kindly." Hone - Onna accepted without even a slight hesitation. "Oh, and one more thing. Could you please bring me the newest design of men's Kimono please?"

"Certainly." The old woman replied.

Hone - Onna gently slid the door open and crept into the house, making sure that no one noticed her. She crept to her little room at the very back of the house and carefully laid her neatly folded kimono in her cupboard under a small pile of boxes so that no on would find it. After making sure her treasure was out of sight she went into the main room and waited for the others to come back from their latest mission.

Ren and Wannyudo slouched through the door. Ai trotted behind them in her usual emotionless way. Hone - Onna could tell that it had been another bad day. Ren slinked towards the table where he slumped to the floor, obviously angered by something. Wannyudo followed, but sat in a more graceful way, deep in thought. The young woman watched as her mistress skipped towards the computer where a little bag of marbles were kept, waiting for her to return home. Hone - Onna quickly set about making tea. She served a cup to Wannyudo, who sipped it thankfully and then one to Ren, who wouldn't even look at his.

"What happened today then?" The young woman asked quietly.

"Another petty wish." Wannyudo muttered. He sighed heavily. "The young man we watched today was a very gentle, kind young man who managed to become a high ranking Samurai in less than a month. He is basically a military genius. However, he former best friend believes that this young man stole his genius as it took him two years to even graduate from training and become a low levelled Samurai. He says he has been searching for us for years and that if we don't kill the young man he will kill his 'friends' wife and three children slowly and painfully, with added torture."

At this moment Ren stood up and left the house. He power walked through the long, bending stalks of grass and went to sit by the river. He pulled his knees to his chest and rested his chin on them, so that only his dark eyes were visible. He sighed angrily.

Wannyudo watched as the young man stormed from the house. He simply shook his head and continued to sip at the warm tea. Hone - Onna's eyes became soft, almost concerned for Ren. Swiftly, she picked up the bag containing his Kimono and swept outside, her feet moving elegantly beneath her.

She found Ren sulking under the maple Bonsai, his eyes filled with sadness. The young woman sat down next to him, not so far that it was awkward, but not close enough to invade his personal space. She looked at him kindly.

"What do you call this emotion?" He whispered.

"Describe it."

"It's like I'm filled with a fire that can't be put out no matter how much water is poured over it."

"That is called anger. The job today made you feel that way?"

Ren nodded solemnly. He gave a whispered sigh and allowed his eyes to fall to the ground.

"Do you want a present Ren?"

Ren slowly turned his head to face her, his eyes filled with intrigue. The young woman smiled and slowly lifted the Kimono from the bag. Ren gave a secret smile as he watched Hone - Onna lift it from its cage. The Kimono was the darkest shade of black covered with silver swirls and stripes. It seemed to sparkle in the everlasting sunset of their home. Ren's smile widened as he admired the Kimono in front of him.

"Do you like it?" Hone - Onna asked. Ren nodded. The young woman allowed the Kimono to be placed back inside the bag. As she turned back to face Ren, she found that his head was resting on her shoulder, his eyes closed and his breathing calm. She smiled at the young man, and her eyes were once again filled with softness and a great feeling of admiration.

"Hone - Onna. What is this emotion called?"

"Describe it." She requested softly.

"I feel as if the fire has been doused and now the water flows like a steady river throughout my body."

"Calm. It's called calm." She whispered in his ear.

"Hone - Onna. You are the water that put out the fire. I want to get along with you."

"Me too." Hone - Onna looked down at the now sleeping man on her shoulder. She smiled as she looked at his calm and peaceful face. "I want to get along too." She whispered.