Master of Okami

by Nikkinova91

I have to think of a summary. One will come as soon as possible.

10. Part3: Mission Complete A Town Destroyed

Master of Okami

Chapter Ten

The Demon that Fell from Heaven:

Part 3: Mission Complete a Town Destroyed

On with the chapter!

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In no time he had been pulled into darkness but now light filtered his vision. Light that flowed through the openings of his room. His chest felt heavier than usual and he looked to it. The long, light brown, tussled hair of a young girl lay lightly upon him. Satsuma. At first he did not fully grasp the concept for he was still asleep. A few memories floated into his mind about yesterday. That is when he took another look. Satsuma!

"Satsuma?!" He said loudly. "Yagh! Satsuma, get the-Satsuma!" He gave her a light slap upside the head.

"Mmm…" She opened her eyes her face already turned up to him she looked angry. "Why'd you do that?!"

"Because you were sleeping on me!" He said loudly lifting up a bit.

"Not because you hit me upside the head but because you woke me out of a perfectly perfect sleep!" She almost yelled her head still lying on his thin chest.

"Well, what are you still doing here?! Aren't you supposed to be home?" He asked.

"I wasn't home until before the fight you have with the head and I wasn't even supposed to leave then but…" Satsuma trailed off remembering that there was some fast gossip going around about Sakuya's and Kira's 'kid' going at it with the run down dojo's owner. She knew that if the head made one wrong move then it would be over. If the head had indeed chosen or even agreed to fight with Tsukitateru then that could only mean that the head would take him seriously and go all out. She felt that it was her moral and personal obligation and responsibly to save the head's life. No matter how good the head thought he himself was he would not be prepared to fight Tsukitateru, no, never Tsukitateru. She had stealthily snuck out of the house even though it was not really the fact of leaving the house it was the fact of going to the dojo where her parents, mostly her mother, did not wish for her to go. The news had spread to them so it may have been hard to convince them to let her go out if they knew she was going somewhere. As soon as she made it out, her heart racing, she had sped to the dojo leaving a trail of dust behind her. But she was too late the head looked as if he were out cold, no wait, dead, where he lay. And, well, Tsukitateru looked like a madman.

"Fine! Just get off me!" He purposely pushed her off the bed, again.

"What'd you do that for?!" She yelled from the floor as he got out of the bed. "It's not like we were doing anything!" He glared at her and spotted something on the floor. "I mean, what could we have been doing anyway?!" She asked simply saying things for effect and having no clue what the answers to her own meaningless question were.

"Things that you can't even image, especially between us!" He said loudly. "Things that could go beyond the word treacherous." He glared at her upon the floor.

"But…but what could that be?" She said quietly.

"Things that probably wouldn't be meant for your eyes." He said casually. "But it doesn't matter." He could see her innocence her pure untainted innocence, that unknowingness that all young children have, even himself. But he knew more then the average child and had seen more. Would they learn one day and have that childish innocence lost, including himself? Was that a good thing or is losing ones innocence bad? Would she know the things that he knew? He wanted her to know at least some things that he knew, he wanted her to know now so she would not make a mistake in the future that she would forever regret. He took on a much more serious tone. "You should promise me," he said pulling her up by her arm so they could see, somewhat, eye to eye; Satsuma was shorter than he, "that you'll never marry scum." He didn't know why he brought this topic up now.

"What?" Satsuma asked, confused.

"Marry someone that thinks not only of your beauty but your personality as well. Let them want you for who you are. Let them want you for this," he pointed to where he her heart beat a little faster than usual from his odd words. "Make them crave everything about you: your personality, your smarts, your heart, your soul, even your beauty, make them want you for everything. They should love you so much that they would want you with no other, or no other to touch you." He spoke in almost a whisper, her eyes serene as she gazed up at him hanging onto his every word. "And if you don't then you would perhaps end up in a place that in the end you would probably want to kill yourself. Promise me this." He unconsciously squeezed her arms. Even though he had said something a bit disturbing it was still serene moment so it did not bother her that much at the moment.

"Yes, I understand." She winced. Letting her go, stepping away and turning around he had realized what he was doing. "I understand that your trying to get this point across to me but if I were to marry someone who only knows beauty, what place shall I be sent?" She spoke from behind him a bit disappointed at wincing.

He did not say anything right quick but then, "…a very bad place…" He spoke to the wall in front of him. Satsuma hesitated to ask him something else. She had no clue where all this was coming from. Why would he be telling her this now? Was it because of what they were talking about when they first awoke? She did not even understand half the things he was saying, an exception for some for some of the marriage stuff. What is it that they could have been doing or where is this place in which she could be sent? None of it made sense, yet she knew that he was so serious. Suddenly he turned to her with a light expression. "Come on, let's go to the kitchen, Sakuya will call us any moment."

Satsuma smiled at him and heard a voice. "Tsukitateru, Satsuma, come on, breakfast is ready. You too Kira."

Kira was the first to get to the table and was wondering why he did not hear the usual frantic footsteps of the young boy like he usually would. But all suspicion was gone, the boy came in followed by a young girl who was holding him back so he would not run off like a starved dog to his food. Oh, right, Satsuma was here. 'Wait a minute. Satsuma? What is she doing here?' Kira thought in mid bite sure that it was a new day and now realizing that Sakuya had indeed called Satsuma down as well. He wondered why he did not realize it then. Maybe his need for food overshadowed all at the moment.

"Why, thank you for waiting, hon." Sakuya scowled.

"Hello! And good morning!" Satsuma said to the two adults with cheerfulness letting go of Tsukitateru and they all sat down. The two adults responded with just as much enthusiasm as she did.

"Itadakimasu!" They all said in unison.

"So, Satsuma…" Kira said stalling a bit, "not to be rude, but what are you still doing around here?" He asked and the young girl looked at him. "No, I'm really not trying to be rude but I mean aren't your parents worried for you? Or did you come this morning?"

"No…" She took a bite, "I stayed over last night."

"Where did you sleep?" Kira asked conversably taking a bite as well.

"I…uh…" She looked to Tsukitateru who ate casually as though he had not heard. She looked to Sakuya who had seen them yesterday but she was staring at Kira. "I slept in Tsukitateru's room."

"Mm-hm." He nodded his head but he did not stop there. "And where did you sleep in Tsukitateru's room?"

"I uh…um…" She looked to Tsukitateru again but he looked unconcerned staring ahead of him where Sakuya sat across the table. And again Sakuya stared at Kira. She took another bite like Twix, stalling for time to think but she just went with it. "W-well…I-I...I slept in the…bed…with…Tsukitateru…"

"Ack!" Kira choked beating on his chest and coughing. This went on for a second or two, Sakuya coming to his aid a bit worried. It was bad enough she was in his room but in his bed as well? Did this house not have standards? "Oh…" Was all he could say. He looked to Satsuma who ate nervously and Tsukitateru gathered seconds not seeming to care.

Sakuya stared back at him, then said, "They weren't doing anything." By time she had come in to check on them Tsukitateru was sleep and Satsuma was out cold on him. She thought it kind of cute.

"Yeah, but…its fine..," He said though it sounded as if it was not fine. He went back to eating though looked a bit worried. They continued to eat in uncomfortable silence. Tsukitateru had noticed how Satsuma kept looking for him to say something when Kira was on her case and she was still looking at him. But what did she care, they did not do anything? Yeah she slept in the bed with him, without permission, but hey it was not like they were active all night, jeez. Sakuya was staring at him too; what did she want? After Tsukitateru figured Satsuma had eaten enough he grabbed her and dragged her and him out of there. He just did not like these uncomfortable silences.

"Why'd you do that?" Satsuma asked.

"Go take a bath, would ya?" He asked.

"What? Do I smell or something?" She became angry.

"Its morning, taking a bath is what you do." He said smartly.

"Hmph, ok." She said arrogantly and walked into the bath house. He went back to help Sakuya who was surely surprised. Not too soon after he went back to see if Satsuma was finished and found that the bathhouse was empty. He took a quick bath and covered himself heading to his room. Inside, he found Satsuma wrapped in a thin, short cloth stretched out in his bed. She held the cloth together with one hand above her not yet developing breasts.

He sighed. "Satsuma, you do realize you're naked in my room laying on my bed right?" There was a little distortion where the cloth wrapped around her legs, a little further up and…

"Huh?" She said as though she had just awoken, her eyes now opened. She looked as if she was enjoying herself while lying in his bed. "I'm wrapped up."

He walked over and yanked the cloth down so it covered her better. "Not enough it seems." Satsuma smiled shyly. "So why didn't you go to Sakuya's room?"

"Because of what happened at the table." She said. "Besides I'm sure Sakuya saw us last night, how else would the fire go out?"

"It would burn out, but your right. Look there a lot of ash on the floor. I doubt Kira would come and tuck us in." He said figuratively. "And you know if Kira suddenly becomes adventurous and decides to come in, this will only give him a reason to believe that something actually did happen last night."

Satsuma's eyes for some reason kept floating around his thin body, his cloth on his waste. Not even Satsuma herself knew why this was so but her eyes kept there. "Um, well, nothing did so let's just drop it, I mean all you do in bed is sleep right?"

"Of course, Satsuma, of course." He said with a squint in his eyes.

"So, uh, what will I wear? I don't have any other things to wear." She said.

"Just wear the ones you have!" He said loudly.

"They're really dirty from you pushing me." She said loudly back.

"Fine." He went over and picked out him an outfit and her a smaller turquoise one. "Here." Then he left for the bathroom. After getting dressed he found her lying in his bed again as if she were asleep. The clothes were loose on her body. 'Quick isn't she?' He thought irritably. "Satsuma, come with me for a minute." He said.

"Nnn." She did not seem to hear. Rolling his eyes he went and asked Sakuya for a light blue obi and she gave it to him without question. The girl was now so wrapped up in his covers she seemed content. He rocked her until she woke. "What is it?" Pulling her from the bed and making her arms out of his way into the air he wrapped the sky blue obi around her waste. Not too tight but just enough so as not to give away too much of the bagginess of the clothing on her. The two articles of clothing matched almost perfectly. The kimono was a bit darker but they looked good. He examined her. "Thanks." She said not taking heed of the unusual fashion differences of the kimono and obi or maybe she did not care.

He allowed himself a more midnight blue kimono that was casual and leisurely. "Come on."

Broken dojo was back to normal and the head was almost as well. Everyone seemed to give a funny look just as Tsukitateru strolled over to the head who was training a boy who looked just as bad as he did yesterday. The head still did look bad. The head showed no signs surprise or any other emotion for that matter with the discovery of Tsukitateru's presence. Considering how badly he had beaten the head, Tsukitateru was surprised the head did not jump at the mere sight of him or wondered why he was still training these poor boys when he sucked badly himself. But, of course, he would not tell him that. He guessed the head had been humiliated enough.

"I came to apologize." Tsukitateru said casually. The head grunted in concentration though he was listening. "I guess I kinda snapped so uh…yeah." The boy confessed. Satsuma listened a little too closely behind him.

"Do not apologize, I was taking you seriously. If you had the guts then I figured you had the brawn." He said not taking himself from his work, beating the kid senseless. Probably taking out his pent up anger. Tsukitateru's eyes narrowed. "Would you like to spar again?"

Tsukitateru almost smirked sarcastically at that one when a hand placed itself on his shoulders. Satsuma. He so was, like, not going to do it anyway. "No, I have something to do." They then left and made it to Satsuma's house, which was on the opposite end of town from his. She went in while he waited for her. It was unusually quiet for someone who had left their home and did not come back till next day. Later on she came back with a smirk and hurried to rush him and her away. Turned out, her parents were angry at her but had not gone into a loud temper. But they were, like, really pissed. Unexpectedly, she snuck back out. They gathered the others and traveled not too far into the forest. Sudeki decided that they should play a game. Tsukitateru chose to stand out of it like he usually does.

But not too long after Satsuma came to him and hid behind him. "I'm still hungry. Did you just figure I had had enough at the table? Well guess what? I didn't."

"What am I supposed to do about it?" Tsukitateru asked.

"Let's go back." She said urgently.

"What about the others?" He looked around but they were nowhere in sight.

"They'll be fine; they're having too much fun." She said.

"Fine." Tsukitateru led the way back out the forest managing not to be seen by the others. But he did not lead them back to the house. Instead, he brought them to an average restaurant. "Come on let's eat."

"Ooh!" Satsuma said happily.

At first the waiters had been skeptical. And Satsuma seemed to have some doubts as well. But when he pulled out a hand full of gold coins Satsuma's eyes almost popped out of her head and the waitress quickly apologized with a bow and asked, "What is it that you would like, sir?" They both ordered.

Ah yes. Sir. Oh what joy and respect money can bring. Satsuma asked where he got the money. And what nerve, she asked if he had stolen it. He immediately became angry and defensive. "No." He said a bit more calmly than was usual to Satsuma.

"Oh. I thought…well where did you get if from?" She asked.

Calming down he looked casually at her. "A place you wouldn't want to go."

Deciding not to ask a certain question she spoke. "Why do you go there then?" He waved a coin. "Well if it's a dangerous place then be careful, ok?

"Oh, I'll be careful." He smirked. A waitress soon came up with their food. Food was no problem but Satsuma ordered quite a bit, she must have been hungry. He paid.

Small talk was the bases of their conversation like: her parents anger which made him arch his brow on occasion. Since well the main topic was bout him and her too. Though she told them nothing of which room she slept in. Or how she thought it was admirable for him to apologize even though he had won fair and square. After they had finished Tsukitateru took Satsuma home.

"Thanks. I'm really stuffed and now I don't have to face my parents when dinners ready." She laughed. "Bye." She was back home now.

He rolled his eyes and went home as well. Yet again Sakuya greets him. "Hey! Satsuma is back home?"

"Yes she is." He responded.

"Did you two have fun?" She asked.

"If you say so." He slipped off his sandals.

Sakuya smiled her sweet smile. "I see don't you have your kimono or my obi."

"It will be fine." He said.

"If you say so." She said sweetly.

He narrowed his eyes at her smiling face. "Don't mock me."

"Then answer my questions and I won't." She said sweetly once again.

"I'm going to my room. Is Suo here?" He asked dropping the subject.

"I think I saw her come in at one point." She said.

There she was lying in his bed just as content as Satsuma was. What was with these girls and his bed? And Sakuya too? "Hey Suo." He lay down beside her seeming to awake her. The fur of her body felt soft between his fingers as he stroked her. "Tonight is the night."

The sun was faint and semi darkness covered the land. Vendors were closing their shops which was unusual. And that made it more obvious that the Gate party was why they were closing. His heart beat was calm, he willed it to, as his hand was on his chest supporting what lay underneath his clothing. He ran kicking up dirt as he did. He left early enough knowing Sakuya would come much later. He wanted to catch her back at the house, Kira too. A plan had not been formed. This mission was riding on pure luck. Oh, let fortune be raining down upon him this night.

The gate was normal and all was quiet. Only a dim light came from the left. The barred window. Running to it there were only a few women left. He saw her, her back was turned. "Mysuki." He whispered. She did not turn, her back was hunched forward, head lagging as well. "Mysuki!" He said more forcefully. Fine be that way then. He ran in and to his left there was a narrow hall. Down it to the left there was another narrow hall and down it there was a door on the left. He opened it with difficulty, but managed. "Mysuki." He stuck his head in she was on the right on her knees, hands placed on her legs. She held a look of pain. She looked to him not believing what she was seeing; so were the other women. "Come on." He said. She tried to stand but fell short. Placing an arm around his shoulder he lifted her up. Though he was shorter he managed somehow. A few women said be careful, referring to him not supposed to be here. "You all should go." He warned. 'I know they are innocents.' They went into a nearby room that was lightly decorated and almost empty. Sitting her down he asked her what was wrong.

"It-it hurts…" She whined in pain.

"Where? Where does it hurt?" He asked worriedly. She looked down, causing him to look down as well, and started to spread her legs apart a little. "B-between there?" He asked a little panicked and she nodded. Shakily he lifted her kimono until he saw the bruises on the innards of her thighs. Gulping he placed a hand gently upon and rubbed it lightly. A client did this to her, he could only imagine how. Up and up he went then quickly to the other a few noises coming from the woman, some painful, and some sounded as if she were feeling good. "Is it ok now?" He asked wondering if he had to go further up because he so did not want to.

"Thank you, Tsuki." She was truly grateful. She placed her hand on his small chest but her eyes widened. "Why do you have a sword?"

"Mysuki, tell me, is this the rebel factions?" He asked. Her eyes grew larger. "Please tell me."

"Yes. It is." She said quietly.

"The party is tonight, right?" He asked and she nodded. "And how do I get in without being detect?"

She seemed to trust him once more. "Even if you do manage to get there undetected visually they will know by scent. They probably already know now."

"Do not worry. Just tell me please." He said.

"Behind the building there is a small passage that is used specifically for escape. It leads right behind the leaders." She said speaking quietly.

"Perfect. May I know how you know all this?" He asked with playful suspicion.

She smiled. "I've heard things. And usually they would use some women from the barred window to serve meals and sake. A few times I have done it. But this time I was with a client."

"Oh." He said quietly and there was moment. Standing, he helped her to her feet. She would be fine. Taking her hand he ran her outside the gate and let go. "You should go now."

"Whatever is it that you are planning I wish you well and good fortune." She turned and ran and he watched her go.

"Why are you women not out yet?" Tsukitateru asked the ladies behind the barred window. They looked scared.

"We've been here so long…" One lady spoke.

"That shouldn't matter, go and be free." He said.

"But-"

"I have to go. Run away from here."

He ran back out the gate and around the building. The passage was found quickly. He crawled through maneuvering the twists and turns as he began to hear noises up ahead. When he made it to the end he saw the two leaders. A man and a woman. Demons. The male seemed to quiet everyone down to give a welcoming speech. Nothing important was said. Everyone stared upon him and he had to wait so that no eyes were on him. Tsukitateru kept his breathing smooth and quiet. After the short and boring speech was given and the demon sat down Tsukitateru closed his eyes and calmed his raging heart. He came forth and wielded his sword that was drawn. He was right behind the two leaders and they did not seem to realize he was there; this powder stuff really works.

With all his trained swiftness he had stood bringing the katana back and with all the strength he could muster he brought it into a horizontal slash. A quick, soundless decapitation. All was quiet as two thunks could be heard followed by two more which were the bodies. Everyone's eyes stared upon him as he held his sword to the side. Then he turned his katana on them. "You were right. I wasn't to be trusted." He smirked. The words he spoke snapped them all back from their stupor. Swords could be heard drawn swiftly from their sheaths. A wave of noisy men came at him all at once. First a guy on his right came at him with his sword over his head, Tsukitateru blocked, pushing him away and spilled his guts. From where he could see a white blur exited the room in a manner of seconds. Women screamed, horrified. Next, another came from the left with a vertical slash but the boy lunged back dodging the blow and ran forth practically splitting him in half. Then, he decapitated a fool that was nearby who had tried to be silent. Nearby, a guy came at him and the boy dealt him a vertical slash from the crouch to the cranium.

"You're the boy from before!" A familiar guard said.

"Yes, your right." And he plunged into the fool's chest for he seemed to be caught off guard by his shock. The man released a horrible grunt as Tsukitateru pulled the blade from his abdomen blood gushing onto his body. People began to try to run out the door. "No time to chat." He hopped up on the short but long table ran along and jumped in front of the door blocking the people, mostly men. A few of them were unarmed. Gasps emitted from their mouths as the boy raised his sword and slashed through most of the unarmed people. He was about to get another when a sword blocked his path.

"You monster!" Another familiar guard yelled the one who would usually be with the other he just killed.

"You rebel scum!" Tsukitateru yelled back, attacking. The guard blocked pushing him back and Tsukitateru stumbled seeing the guard about to attack. Instead of regaining himself Tsukitateru fell back and that is when the unarmed guy who had tried to make a break for it tried to make another break. But Tsukitateru was quick and with his non-dominate hand he slashed the junction of his foot and leg in the front quickly throwing his sword to his right hand and using the left to pulled the man's feet from under him. The man fell to the floor beside him and with a barbaric roar Tsukitateru hacked the man across his back with his sword in his right. The women screamed at his cutthroat move. Somehow, Tsukitateru had dodged the guards hammer blow when he had leaned over to hack the now dead guy, there was a thud behind him. Tsukitateru quickly threw his legs up and pushed himself up onto his feet and in the mist of it he did a horizontal slash across the guard's throat who had been pulling his sword from the ground. The man let out strained noises, dropping his sword, bringing his hands to his neck, stumbled and then fell to the ground. He was so done here. "You are the women that sit behind the bars yes?" He asked.

"Y-yes." One of the women said fearfully.

"Tsukitateru? Why are you doing this?" A woman asked.

He knew every woman, not by name but by face and they all knew him. "This is what I came to this town to do." He said while bending to wipe his sword on the fallen guard's kimono cleaning off all the blood.

"You mean…this whole year you've been…planning this?" Another asked.

"There is no time to chat. Leave. I am sure the other women are waiting for you all." Tsukitateru turned away to the exit. "Somewhere."

"Why do you not kill us?" Another of the women asked.

"Because you are not the enemy." He ran down the hall. "Bye." He waved to them. He met no one when he exited the building and sure the women were still waiting for the others; they gasped when they saw him. "Bye." He waved to him and they all said bye to him, some were startled and some had smiles but were still worried. One woman had to get a hand around the mouth for she was about to say his name but the woman who hands was around the way gestured with her head, as if saying someone were there, and the silenced woman nodded. He moved forward wind rushing pass him alighting the wetness on his body. The whole left side of his face was smeared with liquid substance, and his hands were too.

"Tsukitateru!" A girl called him from somewhere ahead. Satsuma.

"What are you four doing here?" The town was somehow in an uproar. Looks as if someone had gotten away but he was sure he had taken care of everyone in the room and all the women were still back there.

"We were coming to get you after not finding you at Sakuya's and Kira's." Sudeki said panicked.

"Why? So we could all die together?!" He yelled and they were a bit taken back. "Listen. It's dangerous here. Go back home."

"We can't leave without you, we can't leave you here." Satsuma yelled worriedly coming closer. The sun had set but small fires burned brightly and it just so happened that they were standing next to one. "Hu." She gasped and stepped back. 'He's-he's covered in blood.'

Narrowing his eyes, his hand shot out to grab her arm and spun her around. Then, he placed his foot on her back and pushed, hard, sending her to the ground while drawing his sword and brandishing it on the others. "I'm warning you! When things go from bad to worse, run. No matter what. Leave Mibu town and never come back. Now go!" He finished with a quick slash of his sword. They picked up Satsuma and got the hell out of there.

The house was lit and Sakuya was not in the kitchen. He went to her room. Drawing his katana once more she heard and started, "who's th-" She stop as she realized. "Tsuk-"

"I have come to thank you for all you have done for me." He interrupted. "You have been good to me this past year. But there is one more thing I wish for you to do for me: you must die." He spoke in a neutral tone she was too used to as she listened wide eyed. "I am sorry for your infertility. I must have been your first child. And even though your wish came true you did not have a clue as to who I was. Everything you said I knew what you were saying. Everything." She said nothing and he was quite satisfied with that. "And so the questions are: will you die a coward's death by trying to escape; or will you try to prove yourself against me in a battle; or will you fulfill your only son's final wish to you by allowing him to take your life?"

"If it is my life you wish then I shall give it to you, my son." She had calmed herself; she had her usual soft gaze. "It is the nature of a mother to give their life at the expense or one's child. Even if it is taken selfishly and by that child as well. And if my death is to make you happy then I shall gladly give it."

"Mind you Sakuya, my parents are still alive. Nonetheless, is there a final wish that I may grant you?" Tsukitateru said. There was a moment as she continued to sit there with her soft gaze and stare at him. Rising from the bed she walked over to him. He did not panic for this last year he had an overwhelming trust for Sakuya. So why would she betray him now, though no one can ever be too cautious? She bent over and placed a soft kiss upon his right cheek, where the blood did not mar his face, and as she did so he brought up his sword and slit her neck. In her final breath, she spoke,

"I…love…you…Tsu-Tsuki…tateru." She fell upon him and slid to the floor. Her first kiss she had given him and her last.

"Wha-Tsukitateru, what…?" Behind him Kira stood shocked. "Damn you for killing Saku-"

Tsukitateru had turned to him and in his stunned moment he quickly ran forward. "She let me." Two gashes were placed on his chest in an X and he fell as well.

Quickly he ran outside into the darkness intent on getting out of this town. Two guards stopped him a little ways out the door and asked, "What is wrong with you young one?"

"The group of men who harass the town have killed Sakuya and Kira!" Tsukitateru said pointing in the opposite direction he was going to go. They quickly ran off. It was time to go. Guards would be swarming the whole town in not time. He could not fight them all not matter how good he was. He would leave the same way he came to this town.

"Tsuki!" His name came from a nearby alley that used to be his hideout. Mysuki came out of the dark alley over to him.

"What are you still doing here?" Tsukitateru asked.

"I'm sorry." She said. "But I've been at the Red Light District for so long that I have no idea how to fend for myself."

"What? But you can learn." Tsukitateru said trying to get a point across.

"No. This world, I have learned, can be cruel and I know that I can never be with you. Please fulfill your promise and set me free." She carefully got onto her knees in her tight clothes. He gazed at her serene look and he got down on his knees as well. Suddenly her face began to come closer and closer and for some reason his heart began to speed up. Odd, he had not reacted this way to Sakuya especially as her lips touched his. She placed her hand upon his cheek and did not stop when blood washed over it. Her kiss was deep and passionate, experienced, the blood lubricated his lips as she massaged them with her own. Her tongue found its way into his mouth and she suckled lightly on his tongue. He hardly responded because quite frankly he did not really know what to do. She pulled away, panting a little and stared into his eyes, her hand still on his slick cheek. "Tsuki, please, kill me and free me."

"But-but I-"

"Take my life and set me free from this life I have led so long." She said as tears started in her eyes. "Tsuki, will you grant me this final wish?"

He had stood up and was now staring down at her face that was covered in the shadows. Her hand had slipped from his face. He had promised her many times that he would get her out of the Red Light District. It was something she had wanted more than anything else. He thought it was the only thing he could really do for her. He made his decision. If this was the only way to fulfill the promise, set her free and truly make her happy, then so be it. He drew his sword once again and stood for a moment with his eyes closed. Suddenly he opened them once again and looked down to her and it was her turn to close her eyes. Slowly and dramatically he pulled his sword back, but quickly plunged her heart going straight through, the blade sticking out the other end.

"Uh!" She gasped, holding in her scream though she was in so much pain. Her eyes were sliding closed, her head lagging back. "I...Thank you…" She fell against him. He held her to him for a moment and picked her up with a bit of difficulty running into the forest. It took him a while to dig a suitable grave at the base of a tree. He imprinted her name on it and found some flowers to offer and prayed for her. It all happened to quickly it seemed.

"Goodbye." He whispered and ran from the town whose shield was shattered in a single night after a whole years planning, he ran and he ran.

It was morning when he reached the Kawakura Shogunate. There were only a few people walking around. He went straight to a nearby dojo and thrust door to the side.

"I'm back." He said loudly as if he had just gotten back from getting milk and some bread or something. The men inside had their hands on the hilts of their weapons. It took a moment.

"Ts…Tsukitateru?" A man said in disbelief.

"It really is you! We thought you died!" Another man said with wide eyes. The men sheathed their swords and settled back down.

"It's been a whole year; we thought…we thought you have been figured out."

"That is Tsukitateru?! The one you told me you had sent out a year ago?! You sent him?!" A man said who he had never seen before.

"Quiet you fool! He just came back from his mission. Come on in boy and have a seat." A man said.

Tsukitateru came in while all the men looked at him with wide eyes.

"Well what happened?"

"Just last night the two rebel leaders were executed." Tsukitateru said with no excitement.

"Why did it take you so long?"

"Like he said," Tsukitateru nodded to the one who had dropped him off at the edge of Mibu village that night he had first come, "I was planning and learning to make sure I was absolutely right on the location." He spoke quietly. "I stayed with a couple, their names were Sakuya and Kira but in the end…I had to take their lives. They were rebels."

"You…you killed them after they cared for you for a whole year?" The man who was criticizing earlier said. "This boy…has guts."

"No! I was only doing my mission." Tsukitateru spoke up.

"Ok, boy, you can tell us the rest later. You may want to see your parents who have been worried sick."

He hopped up and ran home; people stared at him with fright and concern. Some knew about him being sent away, though not the reason, and some did not recognize him with the almost dry blood covering his face. But that did not matter; finally, he could go home. He burst into the door and threw off his footwear. "Mom! Dad! I'm home!" He ran into the kitchen.

"Tsuki?! Tsuki!" His mother yelled happy and practically fell on him and hugging him. "My darling, I knew deep within my heart that you were still alive. A bond between a mother and her child, such as you and I, can be a strong one." He was smiling widely allowing her to place a lot of kisses on him. "So, your not injured are you?" She asked and he shook his head no. "Then…whose blood is this?"

She let go as he backed away and she remained on her knees. He did a kind of mid upper body thrust bringing his limp arms together like dancer. "So you wish to know whose blood this is?" He rose his body, bringing his hand to the bloody side of his face. "This is the blood of many men who are strangers to me." Placing a hand on his chest he dragged down his body, he said, "This is the blood of a woman named Sakuya. And mixed somewhere in there is the blood of Kira, her husband. And this," he moved his hand along his leg, "is the blood of a girl name Mysuki who was forced to work at the Red Light District."

His mothers eyes were wide. "Who…were the last three people?"

"Sakuya and Kira took care of me this past year. But Sakuya, I had an annoying trust in her always, she was so nice and kind. I guess I was always angry with her because she seemed to try to take your place." He said lowly. "Mysuki was forced into the Red Light District and became a good friend. The only one I would allow relations.

"And you…you killed them all?" She asked horrified.

He looked away. "It was part of my mission, Sakuya and Kira but Mysuki had nothing to do with it." He said.

"Then why?" She asked quietly.

"Because she wanted me to. Being one who lived in the District almost her whole life and given freedom she could not fend for herself. And as her final wish, I granted it for her."

"I'm sorry…" She whispered not even fazed by the fact that he mentioned the Red Light District so many times.

"No I am sorry. I am covered in my sin from head to toe and yet it was my destiny I chose by joining the Shogunate. I should apologize for having worried you." He said.

"I'm so sorry." She held open her arms looking as one who was offering their body to their master but she offered him comfort and love. Gladly, he walked into them. She sobbed 'I'm sorry' over and over making him feel guiltier because she was playing his role. His faster came in shortly after and saw the scene and was panicked by Tsukitateru's condition. Before he could say hello the woman slowly led Tsukitateru into the bathroom. Despite his being able to wash himself she helped anyway, she was slow and bit sullen yet a sweet smiled marred her face. And though it was embarrassing he could not be any happier.

Afterward, he was greeted cheerfully by his dad. He stayed home for the rest of the day for his parents sake telling them about the things that happened in Mibu. He left out all the bad stuff: like, the thing with Satsuma, how badly he beat the head though he did tell them about that, nor did he tell them of how he was almost raped or when his true mission played out.

Next morning he heard that a team of Shogunate samurai were heading out. Only one place they could be going, Mibu. When night came a small legion was being sent back to Mibu town again. He had to go even if his parents would not want him to. He wanted to know what happened. Was the town well? He just had to go. And he did. Sneaking out was his only option which reminded him of Satsuma.

The samurai of the legion did not have any quarrels about him coming along. It was him that took out the demon leaders after all, not to mention everyone knew of his impressive skill. But how was the town faring without their protectors? What was the team of samurai's intentions the first time? They went along the way he had come back from. As they went along Tsukitateru spotted the familiar tree that held a name carved within it.

"Mysuki…" He whispered. "I'll catch up." There was only a general mounted on a horse and the samurai walked including him. Running ahead of the general he stood over the grave and prayed as the legion passed him, looking curiously. "I know not what to say…but…I'm sorry. I don't feel guilty or maybe it just hasn't fully dawned on me yet. And I am not sorry about my taking your life for you asked that of me…but rather…you being gone from this world. I understand that it was your wish. I just pray that…that…that…" he trailed off and sighed not actually knowing what to say.

It was true, he was not guilty or sorry he took her life and he hoped that he would never be. But still, he should have had at least something to say. Though he did not know her for very long it just did not feel right. To walk away with words unspoken. The leave things undone. And here he was before her and checking up on his work. He began to walk on wanting to know how things were going. For some reason the mission that was carried out seemed like a distant thought. As though it was so long ago. And he had no regret about it either. But in the time he realized that he probably will. And when the time came he would…he would…he…Tsuki stopped so suddenly that he did not realize he had.

It was unbelievable. A town that once stood with children adults, workers…townspeople, gone. Barren and desolate it was, not anything like the first time he had come. It was as though the very soul of this once lively town dispersed from its vessel and went unto its final resting place. The body, no the bodies, were everywhere. Houses and buildings were destroyed, black and over heated. Bodies filled the streets, looks of surprise and shock on their still faces. He could feel an ominous wind flowing about this place. And what was so unbelievable about it all was that this once life filled town was bustling just this morning. And now the town and everyone in it was dead. Oh, what was he doing during that dreadful hour when screams could be heard across the sky yet not heard at all? His feet began to move forward again; a chill from the ominous cloud overhead flowed around him causing tears to well. Dust floated, carried by the wind, holding the too soon past. It flowed through the decimated huts and houses that once had an owner but now dark pile of wood. No, it could not have been his fault. He told himself that he was not guilty for what he had done and that was true. But now his emotions came rushing through him at once.

A small body lay before him it had been swiftly cut in half. The mouth was open as if to give its final yell of life; sharp teeth line it. Its fur was still damp from it own spilled blood. It was a mid jump as if it was trying to get away before it was split in half, guts secreting out of both its half.

"S-Suo…" Tsukitateru sobbed quietly standing before another victim. He came down to the ground, hands shielding his face. "I'm sorry, I'm s-so sorry…" He said chokingly not able to make the tears stop as they leaked through his fingers. "Mysu…Mysuki, please f-forgive me…forgive me Mysuki…please…"

The chill that was all around floated even more ominously, carrying the voices of the dead.

Thing were the same but minus the annoying attacks by Mibu town. As a town of Kawakura, things did not change. But in one home everything was different. Tsukitateru's mother watched him closely, especially after that day he snuck out and came back with tears in his eyes. She noticed how he smiled much less, when previously, his cheeks would bulge every time he looked her way. And now she would watch him as he watched his friends play their little games, running around, he stared off into the blue sky thinking whatever it was. Never did he play with them again, always he was spectator, sitting on the sidelines and watched. Sometimes his friends tried to get him to join them but always it was no use. After that day he had gone to complain to the Shogunate but they simply brushed him off. At the dinner table he was so neutral toned and never had much to say anymore. Soon his father noticed his sudden change and began to keep an eye on him as well.

It was odd. He had grown somewhat into a man. In that tiny little body of his, his heart was not covered by a wall but a mountain of a stranger's blood. So when someone tried to get close and feel the warm slickness covering his heart of a stranger fear will overwhelm them and shun him. Can someone break through the barrier, wash away his sin? His mother was even more warmer than she had ever been, if that was possible. But she could not burn away the stranger's blood that covered his heart. And so he gave in to the torment of his heart and mind, never able to let go of what he saw, and what he had done that night. His sadness and sorrow was only shielded by the Shogunate. His loyalty and devotion could not be matched, especially after that day. Nothing it seemed was more important as he let his emotion run through and off his blade.

Ten years had passed since that day when ebony clouds covered Mibu town and Tsukitateru kneeled before them, coaxing the rain to wash away his sin.

Every year he would always visit Mysuki's grave but soon his visit became less frequent. He had met the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Datenshi. Her skin was a beautiful caramel cream and constantly she seemed so pale. Her hair was a light beige tan pigment that oddly seemed to shine in the sun. Her eyes were a light tan as well and sometimes seemed to sparkle on their own. And on her back were two of the most beautiful extensions that reached farther than a finely designed spear. Yes, she was a demon.

He had found her crumpled four years ago while he was patrolling for anymore Mibu survivors, there were only minor attack but nothing the Shogunate could not handle, especially without their demon protection. Tsukitateru never participated in defense though. Anyhow, she was frightened by his presence which was unusual to understand because she was a demon. Demons had attacked her because of her so called abnormality. Over the year he began to know her. Quiet and gentle yet a sadness that lingered still. There was something that constantly saddened her. She was almost just like him in that respect.

Her mother told her stories of God and his Angels. It was quite odd seeing how they were a family of demons. Her parents did not believe but soon Datenshi did. She wanted to go unto Heaven and live among the angels and God. Tsukitateru was a bit skeptical but she surprised him because she knew so much. She knew so many stories. It was vast amount of information as it shot out of her mouth all at once. Always, she was happy when she spoke about it. But he recognized only a little of the religion. But she was not a religious person, the knowledge of her favorite subject was just enticing to her. In the end he wanted her dream to come true.

Datenshi was weak from the years of living on her own and for some reason malnutrition plagued her body. But over the course of those four years he had made her stronger physically and emotionally. There were only a few times which she was bright, especially when religious bawling would fall from her mouth. Being with him, she seemed to sense that something was amiss as well and together their sadness seemed to enhance but so would their joy. After the appendages and her body became strong, with lots of help from his mother and father, they tried everything they could. But she just could not make it.

For now, they had found a secluded spot as they sat in the light of the crescent moon. He could feel her emotions flare as she leaned against him. It was happening again. Their similar emotions mingled together in the quiet of the night. Another demon had tried to attack them but with a bit of difficulty he had slain it with the sword he carried.

"Ten-T-" He started off but was cut short.

"Tsuki…" She said smallish. Tsukitateru quickly quieted. He knew that when she dropped the formalities she would usually be a bit serious. "I…I…have something to tell you…"

"What is it?" He asked after a moment. That particular comment was never good. She looked around and to the moon feeling a bit hesitant about what she wanted to say.

"Long ago my parents lived and I knew them." She started off. Tsuktitateru looked at her but she did not want to meet his eyes. She never talked about her parents. "They lived amongst the humans and so did I." She spoke quietly. Previously, she had told him that they had passed on when she was young, and that was it, end of topic. "They protected the town that we lived in. They were but simple guardians who wanted to make their own way, set their own rules, even with humans." She said. "There was a meeting to be held at headquarters and I was attending. I was destined to be the next leader after they retired, so I had to be there. There were times when I was not supposed to but listened in anyway. I knew everything that went on in headquarters even the vulgar things."

Tsukitateru cocked his head to the side wondering what the vulgar things were.

"Of course, I steered clear of things like that." Her face scrunched up in disgust then receded back to a more hesitant look. "And I knew of everything that went on in town as well. There was said to be a boy who had come and no one in headquarters trusted him even if he was just child as I was. But he stayed with a random family for quite a while more in an attempt to stay hidden and have a story than anything I thought. Though he was seen in front of headquarters on many occasions talking to a select servant." She explained. "Everything was going fine as people continued to gather, everyone that supported our cause was there. But soon things suddenly spiraled downward. Out of nowhere a blade sliced through my parents. I hesitated for a split second but I was too afraid and I ran."

Tsukitateru's eyes widened a bit as an image of a white blur fleeing the room in mere seconds flashed into his mind.

She shook her head. She had run to the servant imprisonment quarters and knelt in the dim shadows and after a while the intruder ran pass and gave a reassuring nod to the servants who smiled back. They knew each other she had thought. What she meant was on a more personal level? As in, they trusted him even though they could see he was covered in blood?

Upon seeing him in the aloof light she realized that she was right, he was a child. Around her age no less. Startled by all the facts she had accumulated on him she quickly ran back and received a shock she was not expecting. The floor was laced with thick, slick blood that squished between her toes as she stepped back. It rank badly, the smell overwhelming her senses since death plagued the air causing the rotten smell. She threw her hands to her face yet the smell still alighted her nostrils. How could he have done this? She had thought. Familiar bodies littered the floor, drenched. "He had slaughtered them all so mercilessly and in such a short time."

With little hope she flew over to where she last saw her parents fearing the worst. He had killed them. A quick, painless and complete beheading. Falling out of the air she sobbed a painful cry as she held their severed head to her chest. The graphic substance was wet under her knees and her wings limp and swimming in the liquid. But she had no time as she hopped up to catch up with the intruder.

Abruptly she spotted him with a small group of kids, he sounded furious as they tried to convince him to come along. But no, he yelled for them to leave. Then forcefully made them with a push and unsheathing his sword taking out a slash. They ran like hell. She had to swerve to keep up with him, her wings a bit more heavier than usual since the edges were enveloped in her parents essence; they dripped a bit but not on the boy. He went to a home and it took a while for him to finally come out again. He was stopped by some idiotic guards who believed his false story. Resisting the urge to go and tell them to turn back she swooped into the house instead.

There she found a man and a woman. The man had already nodded off to the afterlife. But the woman coughed up large amounts of blood that ran down both sides of her mouth as she eventually spit it up. The woman had a cleft wound on her neck. Vital fluid was spilling from it as well. It was wide enough to where she could almost actually see the contents inside. Not wanting to see it any longer Datenshi moved quickly and tore a large strip of the man's shirt. Kneeling, she was about to wrap the wound but was halted by a choking voice.

"…N…n…o" Came the woman's ragged voice. "…Th…is…is…wh…a…I…pr…mis…d…"

Datenshi stared back confused but heard the broken words that struggled from her mouth. 'How could she had promised something like this?' With a shaky nod she placed the strip of cloth in her hands knowing that it was her husband that it belonged to. Datenshi stood and ran to the door looking back. That wound had cut through her throat and part of which she spoke from. She would bleed to death, that is, unless she suffocated first. Either way she was a dead one just as he intended.

Not too far away she found him talking to a woman. A woman Datenshi recognized. The woman came down and so did he. For some reason a light blush formed as she hovered about them. The woman was leaning in and their lips met, her hand connecting to his blood soaked face, a look of shock under the layer. Why was she, Datenshi, embarrassed? Could a person like him be shown or show compassion? He was probably shocked because he was being kissed, not because she was kissing him.

It alarmed Datenshi about the things the woman was saying to convince him to take her life. It surprised her that he did not swoop in for the kill because he hesitated. But eventually he made his decision and took her life as well. After holding her limp body against him for a moment he carried her over to the inner edge of the forest and dug a grave. He placed flowers on the newly formed grave and prayed for her, before stating his final goodbye.

He continued to run deeper into the forest but Datenshi did not follow as she hovered over the grave following him with her eyes until she could not see him any longer and listened to his almost latent footstep until eventually they disappeared as well. He was heading to the Kawakura Shogunate. It would be no use going there. From there she went to tend to her fallen parents.

Datenshi continued to sit beside Tsuki watching the scenery that expanded itself before them. "I recognized those three people. The two in the house were…Sakuya and Kira, I think? And the lady at the end was…Mysuki." She spoke quietly thinking a bit. "Sakuya and Kira supported our cause and Mysuki was a servant of the headquarters."

Her face was level with his chest as she spoke out the memory that made her the woman she was today. She willed herself not to cry. His body was rigid and trembling slightly and she seemed to notice this. "Tsuki? What is wrong?" He rose suddenly causing her to fall back on her wing, she winced.

"I'm sorry Ten-Ten…"he said and then, "…about your parents…"

"What?" She asked confused, she got the message but why he rose is what made her confused. He raised a hand to his face and took running, his back switching slightly. Momentum moving his body, faster from her words to him. He disappeared into the thick forest. "W-wait! Why are you running away Tsuki?!" In a rush she unfurled her wings but realized that was a mistake. The right one ached. She snaked an arm around her back holding the sore appendage. "Ah…" She ran after him. 'Why are you running away from me Tsuki?'

He went back to the Kawakura Shogunate, no longer hearing her for him to wait. He ran through the town to the more residential area, down a dirt road of small lined houses. At the end he came to a lone and more desolate looking home that was partly covered by the surrounding forest. He went in and slowed down a bit taking the sandals from his feet and slugged into a decent sized room. He threw himself onto the bed that was inside.

He had never realized that something like this could happen. His past came rushing back to him all at once. And of all people it came in the form of Datenshi who recited it as her own tragic story. But to him it was horror spoken by the words of a beauty in which he loved and would always love. Not only did the actions of his past come back to him but a figure of the past, Datenshi, and she was at the core of it all. No sooner did he realize where this was going, when suddenly she said 'a boy who had come' and 'stayed with a random family.' The words pricked his senses. Everything pieced together perfectly when her story escalated into the exact chronological events that took place ten years ago. From the Red Light District to the fight with his friends, to the all too easy kill of the ones who had taken him into their home for a whole year an then…Mysuki.

Never did he realize that someone followed and had seen all those events take place and if not seen first hand then the result. He had left behind a trail of destruction that he knew no one could pursue. Why did it have to be Datenshi of all people who followed the trail that he thought was untraceable? Why did it have to be her at all? He could not face her knowing that she probably did not have a clue. But after that stupid move he would not be surprised if she did. Not knowing what else to do he just made a break for it. He sighed in disgust while looking to the ceiling, arms folding behind his head.

'I can't see her again…'

His breath was the only thing that broke through the silence of room. His arms were still folded and supported his head. The sun filtered through the lids of his eyes that came from somewhere in his room or outside of it. As his chest rose and fell he felt that his chest was heavier than usual. There was pang of dejavu.

Eyes stilled closed a random thought came to him. 'Satsuma?' He was face to face with the sleeping Datenshi. Suddenly his arms came from under him on either side and lifted him midway in a fearfully stiff panic. The eyes of the sleeping woman opened revealing her creamy tan and drowsy orbs.

"T-T-Ten-Ten!" Tsukitateru spoke.

"You do realize that you woke me up, right?" She asked sleepily.

The latent tension that lie at the bottom of his belly rose to the pit of his stomach. He was wide eyed against her calm gaze.

The emotional scents that floated about were most unpleasant: biting tension, aching guilt, bitter fear. These were the emotions that swayed from his body. 'Why is he acting this way?' She thought. His body was stiff as she lie on it. She liked it better when she was writhing beneath him, his hard yet gentle body making her body react that way. Tsuki continued to stare at her, supporting her entire upper body weight as she rested upon him. He saw a confused, worried and curious look in her eyes. One hand was placed on his chest as she rose the weight from him, pushing him back down in the process, almost angrily.

But she did not sound angry when she spoke. "What is wrong Tsuki-kun?" She asked innocently. "Why did you run away?" She almost whined it as she straddled him placing both hands on his chest.

"T-Ten-Ten…please…" He moved uncomfortably beneath her.

"Come on tell me." She pleaded.

A conception formed to a day almost just the same. He saw Satsuma hovering above him. But the conception melted away and Datenshi was even more worried. She was torturing him and she did not even know it. He had to say something or things might even more hectic. Possibly, he would rip her from his body, demon or not, and tear every thing in sight. Over the past ten years that uncontrollable rage, you know, the one he used on the head, well he had gotten past that or grown out of it but this was different. Same result, different cause.

Looking away he said. "I'm sorry Ten-Ten, I should not have run away because after all this time you finally tell me and…I didn't know what to say." She placed her hand on his right cheek pushing so their eyes met once again, she gave a serene smile that melted the fear he held.

"You idiot, you did not have to run away because of that." She said.

"But…" He started.

"Listen. Silence can be deadly at times but sometimes it really does help. When someone confesses a very emotional event it gets…painful." She spoke quietly. "And when the person tries to be sentimental with their words they seem to cause the other to release their emotions which were already sensitive." Tsuki looked genuinely confused. "For example: when I told you my tale I was…sad. And of course I wanted to cry but your silence held me back. But that doesn't mean silence is the best way to go."

Tsuki had never seen her cry which meant that her tale must mean a lot to her. "I guess that subject can be kind of contradicting. But running away was a good thing, right?" He asked.

She leaned in and whispered, "no…" her soft lips touched his, after all these years alone, oh, her lips were so gentle and soft. Guilt dissolved while tension receded back to his belly to latency. He had missed this. He lay almost submissively underneath her. Every year on the day of yesterday both him and Datenshi always seemed to change. Of course, you know why…wait, hold up. Tsuki grabbed her shoulders and pulled her to his level. Using one of her signature moves he wrapped his leg around hers and rolled them over and landed on top. He could almost feel her giggling as they deepened the kiss. Of course, he had to be in control, human or not. The legs that once straddled him instead wrapped around his suspended form. His hands roamed her strong upper body. He was about to remove her clothing when she stopped all of a sudden. Her legs slipped from him instead to lay rim rod straight beneath him. "Wait." She said.

Tsukitateru was so ready to devour her but noooo!

"I came here to see what was wrong and if I could fix it, not for this." She whispered, catching her breath. Besides, her right wing ached even more than before. He was catching his breath as well, disappointed. "No, no, no!" She whined panicked as she saw he was getting ready to lie on top of her. As much as she wanted him to this was just not the time. Almost half his body weight leaned on her.

"What's wrong, Ten-Ten-san?" He worriedly asked.

"My wing, the right one." She said.

"Does it hurt? How did this happen? Did I do this to you just now?" He asked panicked. Nothing like this happened before even if she supported all of his weight.

"No. Yesterday when you stood abruptly, you sort of pushed me." She said. He hopped up from the bed and practically picked her up and flipped her to her stomach. "T-Tsuki-kun! Wha…Mm!" She moaned as his hands massaged the aching of her wing. 'Yes, yes! God, yes!'

Now that Tsuki thought about it he had never examined her wing this closely as he maneuvered his massaging hands around the base of it, kneading the flesh. She moaned while her bruised appendage was take care of so gently, he smirked. There was soft white fur and feathers protruding from where her body and the wing connected.

"Thank you, Tsuki-kun. That felt sooo gooood!" She sat up as he sat down. She was smiling widely. "I think I know a way to go!"

Lifting a brow he asked, "Where?"

"To heaven!"

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Ah, such a long and good chapter, don't you think? Anyway, R&R!

Till the next!