Disclaimer: don't own inuyasha or yu-yu hakusho
A middle age woman is seen in an expensive leather back chair in a very elaborate room Reading a letter half heartily.
Dear Mrs. Okinawa, we are terribly sorry for your los_
"Yes im sure they are" the women said," after all who's going to pay them now" and with that the women through the letter on the floor with distaste.
"Ah it's the widow of the hour, how are you darling" Mrs. Okinawa looked at the woman that came in the room. The new arrival was an old woman that had long once brown hair that's now grey and a stern face that looks like she takes pleasure in other peoples pain.
"Ah mother it's a pleasure for you to be here", not sounding one bit that she meant it.
"Don't take that tone with me I only came here to find out what are you going to do with his body, after all his head not attached".
"Im not worrying about it after all it's not like were going to find it a dog probley used it for a chew toy"
"You don't sound like a grieving wife" ." Why should I, me and my late husband cared about one thing and that's money and power not about each other, we only used each other for political gain and social status that's it"
"but im sure that you helped each other with other problems "the mother said lewdly
"Hardly" Mrs. Okinawa said raising an eyebrow. "He just went to high-class prostitutes when he needed that urge".
"And what about you?" "I hardly think this is any of you business". "Fine, fine "
Looking around the room the mother's eye caught a whole assortment of presents and fruit baskets lying on the floor, "what are those" she said interested. "They're gifts from people who are sorry for my loss" Mrs. Okinawa said already bored with the conversation. Turning the chair and looked out the floor to ceiling window contemplating the resent events as her mother is mumbling in the background.
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"Mrs. Okinawa". "Yes" she replied annoyed that she broke her concentration. "There's a package for you". "Bring it in bring it in its probley another pity package". And with that the maid brought in the package that was a very expensive looking square box,. "Finally someone actually gave me something good". She moved out of the chair and roughly took the box from the maid, eager to find what's inside. "Open it open it" the mother said, clapping her hands like a little girl ant a birthday party." I am" Mrs. Okinawa said in a angry voice so she carefully removed the ribbon from the box lifted the lid, her face had the look of contempt
she looked in and screamed, dropped the box as, it hit the ground something rolled out. Her mother joined her screaming. There on the floor was the missing head of her husband with his eyes ripped out and replaced with glass, which made it seem as if he's looking strait out you his mouth forever the shape of horror.
a marking was carved into his forehead and with the words :"I have returned "etched in his grotesque head.
That was what the guards saw when they went into the room to investigate the reason of the hysterical screaming.
A middle age woman is seen in an expensive leather back chair in a very elaborate room Reading a letter half heartily.
Dear Mrs. Okinawa, we are terribly sorry for your los_
"Yes im sure they are" the women said," after all who's going to pay them now" and with that the women through the letter on the floor with distaste.
"Ah it's the widow of the hour, how are you darling" Mrs. Okinawa looked at the woman that came in the room. The new arrival was an old woman that had long once brown hair that's now grey and a stern face that looks like she takes pleasure in other peoples pain.
"Ah mother it's a pleasure for you to be here", not sounding one bit that she meant it.
"Don't take that tone with me I only came here to find out what are you going to do with his body, after all his head not attached".
"Im not worrying about it after all it's not like were going to find it a dog probley used it for a chew toy"
"You don't sound like a grieving wife" ." Why should I, me and my late husband cared about one thing and that's money and power not about each other, we only used each other for political gain and social status that's it"
"but im sure that you helped each other with other problems "the mother said lewdly
"Hardly" Mrs. Okinawa said raising an eyebrow. "He just went to high-class prostitutes when he needed that urge".
"And what about you?" "I hardly think this is any of you business". "Fine, fine "
Looking around the room the mother's eye caught a whole assortment of presents and fruit baskets lying on the floor, "what are those" she said interested. "They're gifts from people who are sorry for my loss" Mrs. Okinawa said already bored with the conversation. Turning the chair and looked out the floor to ceiling window contemplating the resent events as her mother is mumbling in the background.
.
"Mrs. Okinawa". "Yes" she replied annoyed that she broke her concentration. "There's a package for you". "Bring it in bring it in its probley another pity package". And with that the maid brought in the package that was a very expensive looking square box,. "Finally someone actually gave me something good". She moved out of the chair and roughly took the box from the maid, eager to find what's inside. "Open it open it" the mother said, clapping her hands like a little girl ant a birthday party." I am" Mrs. Okinawa said in a angry voice so she carefully removed the ribbon from the box lifted the lid, her face had the look of contempt
she looked in and screamed, dropped the box as, it hit the ground something rolled out. Her mother joined her screaming. There on the floor was the missing head of her husband with his eyes ripped out and replaced with glass, which made it seem as if he's looking strait out you his mouth forever the shape of horror.
a marking was carved into his forehead and with the words :"I have returned "etched in his grotesque head.
That was what the guards saw when they went into the room to investigate the reason of the hysterical screaming.
