The uncle was such a son of a bitch. Exploiting Nishi and then insulting her when he thought no one else could hear him. He built a statue and opened a museum in her 'honor,' but really did it to make money off of her, her image, and her biography. Thankfully he was on his death bed at least. There was certainly the temptation to send him over the edge, but he kept himself above that. It would be easy to never be caught, but he would know.

Nishi kept to herself the rest of the day. Hiei had her hide away in a cafe while he went and booked a hotel for the four of them. After that, he let her hide away there while he hunted the twins down in the town. Her boy had kept his girl out of the fake museum, convincing her to explore the woods and go hunt for wild demon animals instead. It was was a fruitless effort, which her boy probably knew from the get go. His girl was still a bit naive though. He hoped she would grow out of that.

Nishi kept to herself, not eating dinner with them either. His girl was chatty, animatedly talking about what she and her boy saw in this backwards town. She was observant of her surroundings, that was something at least.

Even after dinner and the twins had gone to bed, Nishi was still withdrawn, even with him. She went to bed first while he stayed up and sat by the window. He watched outside, looking over the town. He watched people milling around outside, in various stages of inebriation. He read their minds, seeing what they knew about the museum. More lies than the truth. How did they allow the uncle to open that museum? Did none of them stop to think if Nishi even wanted that opened? Or erect that statue for that matter.

He heard her whimper in her sleep. He looked over at her. She lay curled up in a ball, a slight frown on her face. When the uncle finally died, that statue would come down and that museum would be closed down. Both could easily be destroyed, but the actual way they needed gone were going to be harder on her. He had no idea how to protect her from it either.

He shifted in the window sill, stretching. He stripped down, changing just into a pair of pitch black sleep pants. He went over to the bed, climbing into it next to her. He woke her up without meaning to. She rolled over to him, resting her head on his shoulder.

"He'll be gone soon," he whispered to her.

She hummed against his shoulder, nuzzling him.

Then she did something unexpected. She pulled him with her so he laid down on top of her on her back. Her hand came around to the back of his neck, mouth claiming his. He felt her free hand pulling at his sleep pants, shoving them down the best she could. She did the same with hers.

He looked down at her, studying her face. She looked worn out, but in the mood. So to go quick. He slipped up and off of her, reaching down and yanking off her pants first, his second. He went back on top of her, rubbing against her in a way he knew how to excite her fast. She made a loud inhale, arching her neck up.

She surprised him yet again though. She snaked her hands down between them, slipping his cock inside of her before he was even completely ready for that. She winced, inhaling deeply. He thrusted in her slowly, waiting for her to get wet enough for him to take her hard and fast.

She seemed impatient with him though. Her nails dug into his hips, legs pressing against him. He yanked her hands away, raising his back so he could loom over her. He smirked down at her. She met his eyes with a bold, challenging look in her own eyes. She always liked in rough when she was feeling vulnerable.

He stopped deep inside of her, guided her legs over his shoulders, and pinned her wrists down by her head. She whimpered, biting back the temptation to scream. This was not the castle where their rooms were private enough for her to let her voice carry. He took her hard, but held back a little bit, feeling tired.

"Harder," she whispered.

He took a steadying breath, taking her as hard as he could manage. He must have given her what she wanted because she kept whimpering and gasping. She tried to pull her hands away from him, but he kept them locked down until they both were sated.

She laid on her back, stock still beneath him. Overly relaxed now. "Thank you," she breathed.