Touya lay on a couch in the den, lazing about like he used to never be able to, and making up for lost time in a way. He held a shakuhachi he had stolen a few days before. He had learned some time before joining the Shinobi as a way to amuse himself, and once he joined, Jin and Gama often liked to listen to him play or sing as well. He knew a handful of demon ballads and a few folk songs and such, and he now began playing a favorite that told of a war between two of the former Makai lords, ages before Raizen, Mukuro and Yomi. It told of the devastating, warped beauty of war. Of flames and hatred as a sensational woman, of death as an enticing slut, of the darkness as a famed mistress.

Yusuke stepped in quietly, and Touya didn't even notice his presence as Yusuke listened to the song on the shakuhachi. Touya finished, laying down the Japanese flute with a sigh.

"You owe me. I want lessons on that." Yusuke said, and Touya started a moment, hating being caught off guard instinctively, and also because, with the Shinobi, being caught off guard could be fatal.

He calmed quickly, seeing Yusuke. "You want me to teach you to play the Shakuhachi?" he questioned.

"Yup." Yusuke said. "It sounds so cool. And it might be neat to incorporate into a song for the band sometime." Yusuke shrugged.

Touya nodded. "But if I sing and you play the drums?." he asked, trailing off.

"So the song might not have words or percussion. What's wrong with that once in a while?" Yusuke smiled.

Touya smiled back, "I'll steal you a shakuhachi later then and I'll teach you."

"Don't get caught!" Yusuke laughed, imagining a shinobi who had escaped capture by all the Reikai tantei for mortal years being caught by some silly store ningen.

Touya's grin widened. "I think not."