Akisame wasn't a monk. Or a preist. Or a saint despite the disciplined way he lived his life, he did in fact enjoy the pleasures a woman's body could give. And he also enjoyed giving pleasure in return.

However he had very strict rules, morals and an even stricter code of ethics that prevented him from enjoying those things often. Unlike Kensei, and Shio he preferred to pick and choose his lovers carefully.

He couldn't afford to let just any woman sink her claws into him.

He was waiting for someone specific. As odd as it sounded, he was waiting for the one. The woman that he would fall in love with, marry and start a family with. Why else would he choose to live such a solitary life a Ryozanpaku? Despite being surrounded by so many strange and interesting people.

He had been waiting thirty years for the one to appear. And despite all of the time that had passed he still had absolute faith that his future bride would somehow find her way to him.

Which was why the appearance of Kenichi's sister Setsuna had seemed to shake him up a little bit. Sure the fact that Kenichi had another sister was a little bit rattling in itself. After all the boy was a walking, talking accident waiting to happen as it was. And his little sister was little better.

Yet Setsuna seemed to be the total polar opposite of both of her siblings.

She was quiet and troubled, yes. But she was also very intellegent, well spoken- She was highly educated and well mannered. And after what had happened earlier with her wrist Akisame was under the impression that she herself at one point had been a martial artist. A damn good one too if the way she had reacted to the pain in her wrist was any indication at all.

And knowing that intrigued him greatly. Which was why he had volunteered to take her home. He wanted to know as much about her as he could. It was simply a part of his nature to be so curious.

They walked in silence a good block in a half before Akisame finally asked, "You mentioned having a daughter before. Does that mean that you're married?"

He sensed rather than felt her steps falter a little bit as she turned her head to look at him, her grip on his wrist slackening a little bit. "Wh-What? N-No. No. No-" Akisame's lips curved up in a small amused smile.

"Are you a widow?"

"What?" She asked in a slightly irritated tone before hissing. "No."

"Do you have a boyfriend? Someone to help you raise your child?"

"No. Why are you asking such personal questions?"

Akisame shrugged his shoulders. "I'm curious about you. You are my desciple's sister after all."

Setsuna stared at Akisame for a moment, a calculating look on her pretty face. "What you mean to say isn't that I'm Kenichi's sister. What you mean to say is that Kenichi doesn't talk about me and none of you knew that he had another sister that was MIA."

"There is that. Then there is the fact that you mentioned being in trouble when you were younger but from the way you spoke, you sounded as if you were still in trouble. I'm curious about what that trouble you mentioned is about. And why after nine years it's not blown over yet. Would you tell me?"

"No. Because those things aren't anyone's business. Not yours. Not Kenichi's. Not my mothers... No one."

"I think it's admirable that you wish to take care of things yourself, Miss Setsuna-" Akisame said as he reached out and wound a strand of her dark hair around his fist and grinned when she smacked his hand once, twice- He unwound her hair from his hand and then dropped it back to his side. "However if you are still in trouble; you need to tell someone otherwise you'll have no one to look for you if you get in over your head." Akisame said sagely as they started to walk again.

"I won't get in over my head. I know exactly what I'm doing and whom I'm up against." Setsuna said as she looked around trying to figure out where they were and paused when she saw her house just up ahead of them a little ways.

"Hey that's my house!" Setsuna said excitedly as she let go of Akisame's wrist and ran ahead of him a little ways and paused outside of the fence and then threw her hands up in the air and cried, "Uzu-baby!" Just as a small black and lavender blur ran up to her.

"Mommy!" Uzu shrieked as her mother scooped her up and kissed her cheeks happily before spinning her around then hugging her as Akisame walked up and stopped a foot or so away form the two and observed them. Setsuna it seemed was a very loving and doting mother to the little girl curled up in her arms, playing with her hair.

The little one looked at him over her mother's shoulder, a curious expression on her little face before she pushed herself back a little bit in her mother's arms and asked, "Mommy, who's that man?"

Akisame smiled at the child. Not the least offended about being called, That man. Setsuna looked at him and then set her daughter down and said gently. "This is Mr. Akisame. He was nice enough to make sure that I got here in time to meet you before you got scared."

"Oh. Hello Mr. Akisame-san."

"Hello little one." Akisame said politely as he leaned down a little bit and put a hand on top of her head and ruffled her dark shoulder length hair then straightened his spine and stuffed his hands into his pants pockets and looked at Setsuna with an almost awkward look on his face.

"Well, I suppose that since your home then I should go now." Akisame said before looking around and then rubbing the back of his neck then awkwardly asked, "Before I go. Did you happen to notice which way we came from?"

Setsuna blinked at him then started to lift her hand and point but stopped herself when she recalled that he was blind and made a small frustrated sound in the back of her throat and grabbed his wrist and pulled him into her front yard and growled. "I'll let you use the phone and see if your friends will come and get you."

"That's all well and good. But what will you do if they refuse?"

"I'm not keeping you." Setsuna said roughly. Ten minutes and one phone call later, she found herself saddled with one very strange house guest and wasn't sure if she should laugh, cry, or bang her head on something hard until she lost consciousness.