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We all know what traditional Japanese homes are like right?
Previously on Saga of Chronicles:
It seems that the past came back to haunt Anzu in the form of a dream. Not only that but as the first one tragically ended Yin get set off another one!
"Welcome to Edo period Japan..."
Saga of Chronicles: Edo period Japan- part 1
Before the Edo period (1603-1867), Japan was not at peace. Wars were fought over land and power. Until 1615, Tokugawa Ieyasu finally brought peace. Samurais stood on the very top of social hierarchy. It was a time when Japan was isolated from the outside world. Forms of art such as kabuki (Japanese opera) flourished. Life was good, at least for now.
Holding the katana (a common sword for the samurai) a young looking girl stood motionless on a grassy plain. Her neck length brown hair twirled in the light morning spring breeze. She wore a white kimono with red hamaka pants (pleated pants) over it. The long sleeves of her kimono hang all the way below the knee, which made her look childish.
Slowly she raised her sword. Without warning she lunged the sword toward a smooth round rock in front of her. Concentrating all her energy to her sword as it made impact. The rock cracked slightly under the edges of the katana. Inhaling a deep breath she retrieved into standing position again. The silence was broken by a tiny mew. Opening her blue eyes she turned around.
"Sakura! I thought I told you to be quiet! I need to concentrate," She said to a white, blue-eyed kitten. Giving a cheerful mew the kitten strode proudly to her owner. "I can't play now Sakura. I have to practice," She eyed the creature as she picked her up.
The kitten playfully swatted her master's hair giving numerous taunting mews as if to declare war. The girl giggled at the site. Placing the cat down She grabbed her Katana and walked away followed by her feline companion. Once they walked out of the grassy plains, a dirt road appeared. Following it the girl and her cat headed toward the line of buildings.
"It's a beautiful day isn't it Sakura?" The girl said looking up toward the light blue sky.
"Is it?" A woman said as she came up to the pair. "Anzu-chan, I hope you remember what your father has said about practicing,"
The women's black hair was tied into a tight bun. Her black beady eyes were nothing like Anzu's. She wore a purple kimono with fan prints all over dyed in yellow. Her obi (the sash across the kimono) was yellow as well. She wore many head garments and held a fan.
"I don't need you to remind me," Anzu replied angrily walking past the women.
"Now that is no way to speak to your mother Anzu. I'll have to tell your father," The women said and walked away.
"Like you are my mother," Anzu said under her breath as she walked on. Sakura just stared at the ground and kept silent.
Soon they arrived at a huge complex. A wall surrounded it just about two meters taller than Anzu. It had a wooden gate. Beside the gate was a small bamboo plank that had Mazaki in kanji on it. Cherry blossom treetops can be seen floating leisurely above the wall. Grey slanted roofs decorated not only the wall but also the whole complex.
"Let's see if we can sneak in without being noticed okay?" Anzu asked her kitten mischievously. The feline replied with a meow.
The plan was successful as they made it through the gate, the front yard, the front entrance hall, and the garden, until a servant spotted her.
"Anzu-sama! You're home! Mazaki-sama was looking for you,"
Anzu froze for a second before she replied. "Where is my father?"
"He is in the meeting room having tea,"
Anzu knew this meant trouble. "I'll be right there," She was about to leave when the servant held her back.
"Mazaki-sama also said to change into proper clothing,"
Giving a sigh Anzu nodded and headed for her room at the end facing the backyard. Though not aloud she was cursing at her 'mother'.
Her room was simple. The floor was covered in fine tami mats. Calligraphy and paintings decorated her wall. Other than the small tea table and her dresser one could say her room was plain.
Changing quickly Anzu put on her favorite cherry blossom print kimono with the servants help. She also tried to put her hair into a bun. Her purple flower kanzashi (made of silk, sewed into patterns usually flowers, hair garment) did not help much as clumps of hair fell at the sides. But she was content.
"How do I look?" Anzu asked her kitten.
Sakura examined the kimono as if she understood. And this inspector was picky. Swatting and mewing loudly Sakura tried to reach her master's red obi.
"I know it's a bit plain huh? What about flower...no too hard...then bows?" Anzu thought carefully as the servants unwrapped the obi. When it was wrapped again this time the back of it had taken a shape of an enormous red bow Sakura mewed in happiness. "So let's go!"
Anzu arrived outside the meeting room. The servants opened the door (we all know how those open right?) and kneeled as Anzu headed in.
"Good day father," Anzu greeted a stern looking man dressed in formal kimono with hamaka pants and a black haori (a coat).
The man grunted in return as he sipped his tea. Anzu's stepmother sat beside her father. Watching Anzu's every move as if trying to find a mistake.
"Well, now you look somewhat like a lady," She said with a high- pitched laugh.
Anzu didn't reply but sat down. The man stopped sipping tea and turned to Anzu.
"Why didn't you greet your mother Anzu?"
"She isn't my mother," Anzu retorted staring straight at the big cherry blossom tree outside.
Her stepmother was about to say something more insulting but Anzu stared hard at her making her stepmother tongue-tied. When Anzu was angry she could be quite intimidating. "Dear would you kindly excuse yourself? I need to have a chat with Anzu alone," he said reaching for the tea again.
"Yes. But don't go easy on her. She needs to be disciplined. Obviously Akako didn't do a very good job of raising her," She said as she left.
Once Yumi left the atmosphere in the room seemed to be brighter.
"Did you hear what she said about mother?" Anzu shouted at her father. "Why did you marry her? I know you don't love her!"
Her father just drank his tea.
"What is the matter father?" Anzu asked worriedly.
"The sword is done. But I am not feeling well thus I cannot go deliver it myself. Would you kindly go to the Kaiba residence in my place?"
"But father I thought you said you don't make swords anymore. Especially after the war is over,"
Mr. Mazaki sighed. "I owe Keitaro Kaiba too much. And he always wanted that Nagamitsu (a famous blacksmith) sword in my collection. So I decided to polish it then present it,"
"I see," Anzu said sadly knowing that Nagamitsu swords were his father's treasures. To give them away must mean something more than just merely a present.
Mr. Masaki handed a finely decorated wooden case to Anzu. He opened it and revealed a sword that literally glowed with pride. "Don't lose this," He said firmly before handing it to Anzu.
Holding such valuable sword Anzu was frightened that someone might take it. She suspiciously eyed every person on the street, even little kids. All of a sudden she felt something hanging on to her kimono. Turning around quickly she was ready to strike. Instead she found her feline friend staring at her. Giving a sigh she continued. After passing two more streets she was now walking down a street beside a small stream.
"Remember we used to play here?" Anzu asked her cat who was busy staring at some fish. "Those days were fun," After following the stream till the end Anzu finally reached a huge complex similar in style to her own but bigger. It sits on top of a small hill.
Climbing the flight of stairs Anzu complained about how the Kaibas are show offs. Sakura just mewed here and there to show complete agreement with her master's opinion.
"And they think they're so great because they can fight. Big deal! War is evil and if they can fight in it so well they must be evil too," Anzu continued to rant until a cough stopped her dead in her tracks.
"You must be Mazaki's daughter. And I see you have the sword. Well give me the sword and you may leave," A servant said coarsely to Anzu.
However, Anzu did not obey.
"Well? What's the matter? That is the Nagamitsu sword isn't it?"
"I don't trust you," Anzu said plainly. "My father said unless I hand this to Keitaro Kaiba this sword will not be touched by anyone else!"
"Then you must not understand that unlike your father, Kaiba-sama will see only those of importance. Everything else will be handled by me,"
Anzu was fuming. She really needed to teach this servant something about respect. "Well then I'm sorry. Maybe you don't understand that the Mazaki family holds a fair amount of power too," Anzu said sounding like a snob.
"Then I may ask you to return because Kaiba-sama will see no one," The servant said and turned away.
Anzu was really angry now. If she could open the case, get the sword, and oh maybe cut the servant's head clear off she'd get her message across. "I don't care how busy he is! My father spent a lot of time and effort polishing this sword so if your master doesn't come out and see me then you can tell him to forget about owing this sword!" Anzu shouted at the top of her lungs.
The servant was taken a little but regained his posture. Just when he was going to say something a tall figure appear out of the gate. The young man was wearing a white kimono with a full hamaka (a hamaka is like a coat attached to the pleated pants except it doesn't have sleeves and have shoulder pad like things). His brown hair hangs loosely at the front making him look angry and threatening. Anzu quickly turned away not looking at him. She had a secret she dared not tell.
"Seto-sama," The servant called and bowed.
Seto didn't even bother to look at the servant. "What's all the noise about? Have you got the sword or not," He asked harshly. Upon hearing his voice the servant whimpered and looked down on the ground. "I'll take that as a no. Father should have never use such a useless dog to do his bindings,"
"I'm sorry Seto-sama," The servant cried out as he kneeled to the ground.
"Where is the sword?" Seto asked.
"She has it. But she won't give it,"
Anzu was now angrier than before. The urge of wanting to slash that servant into bites was clearer. "You...you..." Anzu was so angry that she couldn't think of anything to say. "I will not give this sword unless I see Keitaro Kaiba!" She said looking at Seto.
Feeling her cheeks warm up and her heartbeat twice as fast she quickly turned away again. It was a sad truth that Anzu and Seto used to be childhood friends. Until Seto's father got famous and more powerful. The Kaibas soon were not communicating with the Mazakis like they used to. And for some reason Anzu missed their neighbor's young son very much. That was all ten years ago when Anzu was four and Seto was eight. Supposedly she should have forgotten about her childhood crush. But now that she's actually seen him grown up she could not help but skip a heartbeat.
Seto stared at the girl. "Who are you?" He questioned.
A/N: Short chapter I know...anywho the next one will be longer I promise and remember to REVIEW!
We all know what traditional Japanese homes are like right?
Previously on Saga of Chronicles:
It seems that the past came back to haunt Anzu in the form of a dream. Not only that but as the first one tragically ended Yin get set off another one!
"Welcome to Edo period Japan..."
Saga of Chronicles: Edo period Japan- part 1
Before the Edo period (1603-1867), Japan was not at peace. Wars were fought over land and power. Until 1615, Tokugawa Ieyasu finally brought peace. Samurais stood on the very top of social hierarchy. It was a time when Japan was isolated from the outside world. Forms of art such as kabuki (Japanese opera) flourished. Life was good, at least for now.
Holding the katana (a common sword for the samurai) a young looking girl stood motionless on a grassy plain. Her neck length brown hair twirled in the light morning spring breeze. She wore a white kimono with red hamaka pants (pleated pants) over it. The long sleeves of her kimono hang all the way below the knee, which made her look childish.
Slowly she raised her sword. Without warning she lunged the sword toward a smooth round rock in front of her. Concentrating all her energy to her sword as it made impact. The rock cracked slightly under the edges of the katana. Inhaling a deep breath she retrieved into standing position again. The silence was broken by a tiny mew. Opening her blue eyes she turned around.
"Sakura! I thought I told you to be quiet! I need to concentrate," She said to a white, blue-eyed kitten. Giving a cheerful mew the kitten strode proudly to her owner. "I can't play now Sakura. I have to practice," She eyed the creature as she picked her up.
The kitten playfully swatted her master's hair giving numerous taunting mews as if to declare war. The girl giggled at the site. Placing the cat down She grabbed her Katana and walked away followed by her feline companion. Once they walked out of the grassy plains, a dirt road appeared. Following it the girl and her cat headed toward the line of buildings.
"It's a beautiful day isn't it Sakura?" The girl said looking up toward the light blue sky.
"Is it?" A woman said as she came up to the pair. "Anzu-chan, I hope you remember what your father has said about practicing,"
The women's black hair was tied into a tight bun. Her black beady eyes were nothing like Anzu's. She wore a purple kimono with fan prints all over dyed in yellow. Her obi (the sash across the kimono) was yellow as well. She wore many head garments and held a fan.
"I don't need you to remind me," Anzu replied angrily walking past the women.
"Now that is no way to speak to your mother Anzu. I'll have to tell your father," The women said and walked away.
"Like you are my mother," Anzu said under her breath as she walked on. Sakura just stared at the ground and kept silent.
Soon they arrived at a huge complex. A wall surrounded it just about two meters taller than Anzu. It had a wooden gate. Beside the gate was a small bamboo plank that had Mazaki in kanji on it. Cherry blossom treetops can be seen floating leisurely above the wall. Grey slanted roofs decorated not only the wall but also the whole complex.
"Let's see if we can sneak in without being noticed okay?" Anzu asked her kitten mischievously. The feline replied with a meow.
The plan was successful as they made it through the gate, the front yard, the front entrance hall, and the garden, until a servant spotted her.
"Anzu-sama! You're home! Mazaki-sama was looking for you,"
Anzu froze for a second before she replied. "Where is my father?"
"He is in the meeting room having tea,"
Anzu knew this meant trouble. "I'll be right there," She was about to leave when the servant held her back.
"Mazaki-sama also said to change into proper clothing,"
Giving a sigh Anzu nodded and headed for her room at the end facing the backyard. Though not aloud she was cursing at her 'mother'.
Her room was simple. The floor was covered in fine tami mats. Calligraphy and paintings decorated her wall. Other than the small tea table and her dresser one could say her room was plain.
Changing quickly Anzu put on her favorite cherry blossom print kimono with the servants help. She also tried to put her hair into a bun. Her purple flower kanzashi (made of silk, sewed into patterns usually flowers, hair garment) did not help much as clumps of hair fell at the sides. But she was content.
"How do I look?" Anzu asked her kitten.
Sakura examined the kimono as if she understood. And this inspector was picky. Swatting and mewing loudly Sakura tried to reach her master's red obi.
"I know it's a bit plain huh? What about flower...no too hard...then bows?" Anzu thought carefully as the servants unwrapped the obi. When it was wrapped again this time the back of it had taken a shape of an enormous red bow Sakura mewed in happiness. "So let's go!"
Anzu arrived outside the meeting room. The servants opened the door (we all know how those open right?) and kneeled as Anzu headed in.
"Good day father," Anzu greeted a stern looking man dressed in formal kimono with hamaka pants and a black haori (a coat).
The man grunted in return as he sipped his tea. Anzu's stepmother sat beside her father. Watching Anzu's every move as if trying to find a mistake.
"Well, now you look somewhat like a lady," She said with a high- pitched laugh.
Anzu didn't reply but sat down. The man stopped sipping tea and turned to Anzu.
"Why didn't you greet your mother Anzu?"
"She isn't my mother," Anzu retorted staring straight at the big cherry blossom tree outside.
Her stepmother was about to say something more insulting but Anzu stared hard at her making her stepmother tongue-tied. When Anzu was angry she could be quite intimidating. "Dear would you kindly excuse yourself? I need to have a chat with Anzu alone," he said reaching for the tea again.
"Yes. But don't go easy on her. She needs to be disciplined. Obviously Akako didn't do a very good job of raising her," She said as she left.
Once Yumi left the atmosphere in the room seemed to be brighter.
"Did you hear what she said about mother?" Anzu shouted at her father. "Why did you marry her? I know you don't love her!"
Her father just drank his tea.
"What is the matter father?" Anzu asked worriedly.
"The sword is done. But I am not feeling well thus I cannot go deliver it myself. Would you kindly go to the Kaiba residence in my place?"
"But father I thought you said you don't make swords anymore. Especially after the war is over,"
Mr. Mazaki sighed. "I owe Keitaro Kaiba too much. And he always wanted that Nagamitsu (a famous blacksmith) sword in my collection. So I decided to polish it then present it,"
"I see," Anzu said sadly knowing that Nagamitsu swords were his father's treasures. To give them away must mean something more than just merely a present.
Mr. Masaki handed a finely decorated wooden case to Anzu. He opened it and revealed a sword that literally glowed with pride. "Don't lose this," He said firmly before handing it to Anzu.
Holding such valuable sword Anzu was frightened that someone might take it. She suspiciously eyed every person on the street, even little kids. All of a sudden she felt something hanging on to her kimono. Turning around quickly she was ready to strike. Instead she found her feline friend staring at her. Giving a sigh she continued. After passing two more streets she was now walking down a street beside a small stream.
"Remember we used to play here?" Anzu asked her cat who was busy staring at some fish. "Those days were fun," After following the stream till the end Anzu finally reached a huge complex similar in style to her own but bigger. It sits on top of a small hill.
Climbing the flight of stairs Anzu complained about how the Kaibas are show offs. Sakura just mewed here and there to show complete agreement with her master's opinion.
"And they think they're so great because they can fight. Big deal! War is evil and if they can fight in it so well they must be evil too," Anzu continued to rant until a cough stopped her dead in her tracks.
"You must be Mazaki's daughter. And I see you have the sword. Well give me the sword and you may leave," A servant said coarsely to Anzu.
However, Anzu did not obey.
"Well? What's the matter? That is the Nagamitsu sword isn't it?"
"I don't trust you," Anzu said plainly. "My father said unless I hand this to Keitaro Kaiba this sword will not be touched by anyone else!"
"Then you must not understand that unlike your father, Kaiba-sama will see only those of importance. Everything else will be handled by me,"
Anzu was fuming. She really needed to teach this servant something about respect. "Well then I'm sorry. Maybe you don't understand that the Mazaki family holds a fair amount of power too," Anzu said sounding like a snob.
"Then I may ask you to return because Kaiba-sama will see no one," The servant said and turned away.
Anzu was really angry now. If she could open the case, get the sword, and oh maybe cut the servant's head clear off she'd get her message across. "I don't care how busy he is! My father spent a lot of time and effort polishing this sword so if your master doesn't come out and see me then you can tell him to forget about owing this sword!" Anzu shouted at the top of her lungs.
The servant was taken a little but regained his posture. Just when he was going to say something a tall figure appear out of the gate. The young man was wearing a white kimono with a full hamaka (a hamaka is like a coat attached to the pleated pants except it doesn't have sleeves and have shoulder pad like things). His brown hair hangs loosely at the front making him look angry and threatening. Anzu quickly turned away not looking at him. She had a secret she dared not tell.
"Seto-sama," The servant called and bowed.
Seto didn't even bother to look at the servant. "What's all the noise about? Have you got the sword or not," He asked harshly. Upon hearing his voice the servant whimpered and looked down on the ground. "I'll take that as a no. Father should have never use such a useless dog to do his bindings,"
"I'm sorry Seto-sama," The servant cried out as he kneeled to the ground.
"Where is the sword?" Seto asked.
"She has it. But she won't give it,"
Anzu was now angrier than before. The urge of wanting to slash that servant into bites was clearer. "You...you..." Anzu was so angry that she couldn't think of anything to say. "I will not give this sword unless I see Keitaro Kaiba!" She said looking at Seto.
Feeling her cheeks warm up and her heartbeat twice as fast she quickly turned away again. It was a sad truth that Anzu and Seto used to be childhood friends. Until Seto's father got famous and more powerful. The Kaibas soon were not communicating with the Mazakis like they used to. And for some reason Anzu missed their neighbor's young son very much. That was all ten years ago when Anzu was four and Seto was eight. Supposedly she should have forgotten about her childhood crush. But now that she's actually seen him grown up she could not help but skip a heartbeat.
Seto stared at the girl. "Who are you?" He questioned.
A/N: Short chapter I know...anywho the next one will be longer I promise and remember to REVIEW!