Yuu, after half an hour of Seiji, Toma, Shin, Jun, and Naste all watching him, sighed and reined in his annoyance.
"Since I'm finding it hard to concentrate, ask me what you want to know," he said in a deceptively mild, patient voice.
"What happened yesterday?"
"Pardon?"
"You know what we're talking about. You and Ryo."
"Ah. What do you want to know?"
"Was he really sick?"
Yuu sighed, and nodded. "I work at the convience store down the road from the school and was walking home. I saw Ryo on the soccer field, looking worse for the wear. Hard practice, I suppose. I went down to say hello and ask if he needed help getting home. It's a hike from here to school, as I know you are aware of. He was flushed, and his eyes were glassy. I asked him if anything was wrong and he, being Ryo, said no. I doubted him, so I was helping him pack up, when he slumped onto a bleacher, panting. I felt his forehead—he was burning. The distance to my house is considerably shorter, so I took him there. He became progressively worse, so I was half-carrying him by the time I got home. I gave him medicine and water and took him to my room. A little after midnight his fever broke and I made him drink more water and medicine. I was relieved that when he woke up he was well enough to go to school. I knew you would be missing him. Anything else you need to ask, or do you believe me?"
The four Ronins were wary for a few days, suspicious of Yuu. Yuu ignored them, and became even closer to Ryo. Time passed, and Yuu entered the trust of the Ronin household once more, any previous suspicions forgiven. The Ronin Warriors could almost forget the years of Talpa and the Dynasty. They were finally living a "Normal" life.
A figure in black sub-armor leaned casually against the railing of a Tokyo skyscraper. He was having more fun now than he had in the previous 5 centuries!
"Poor little Warriors. I'm going to set reality on its ear again." He shivered and smiled wickedly. "This is going to be so much fun."
Shadows slowly gathered around him, then slowly dripped through the roof into the building. He could see everything going on inside, though his eyes were closed and the wind whipping through his hair. Whoever a drop of shadow touched shivered then died. Each sparkle of life that they possessed was trapped within a black bubble that rose through ceilings and floors to the figure's hand. The light and the ball grew until it was the size of his fist and let off a pale, flickering light. Everyone in the building was dead.
"I wonder how they'll react…" the figure whispered before both figure and life-light disappeared.