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Stabbing Immortal Regrets

Chapter Three

Black and White and the Dog: Part II

Yuu just stared at his friend, his mouth slightly open. He could not believe his ears. He scratched his head, trying to think of what to say.

"Um, interesting way to say hello. Please tell me you ain't serious."

Haru Sohma ordered another drink. "Sorry man. I really am. I'll give you an adress or something. You can come and visit me sometime."

Yuu ordered a drink. "That's it. All the booze has given you stupiditidus."

Haru rolled his eyes. "Maybe so, but it's gonna have to be this way. Thought I'd cut to the chase. Maybe it didn't come out right."

Nothing you ever say does. "Do I get an explanation?"

Haru combed his fingers through his long hair. "Hmmm. Let's just say that it's gonna bring me back to a place that I never intended to go back to. More or less."

More or less? "Where? Prison? Church?"

Haru pulled out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. "Nuh-uh." He lit it and blew out the smoke. "Home."

Yuu's eyes softened. "I see. When did you leave?"

"A couple of years after graduation. I still hung around for a while. Got chased away three years ago, though."

"By your parents?"

"Nah, by a damn kid." He raised his head. "A damn powerful one."

Yuu was now completely lost. He decided to change the subject. "Why did you leave?"

Haru gave him a stern look. "How badly do you want to know?"

Yuu tilted his head. "Bad enough."

Haru's face went blank. "Something... happened." He took a drag.

"Good or bad?"

Haru started to laugh. But this laughter was of a different kind. It was cold. I hadn't a trace of amusement or joy. No happiness. No excitement. Nothing but confusion. Regret. And pain.

"I'm not so sure."

Yuu shook his head. "Haru, what happened?"

Haru took another drag.

"My girlfriend died."

(Elsewhere)

Life in that house had become a memory. There once was so much of it. It filled every centimeter of the house. It was painted on the walls and it danced through the air. When one would open their mouth, they could taste it. It had been in a heavenly state.

And now all of that had drowned. It now resembled a decayed and cursed place. A cemetary full of memories. It would never be the same.

Shigure Sohma sipped his coffee while reading the paper. He smiled as he heard a knock on the door.

"Come in... Hatori."

The aging doctor opened the door and walked in calmy. He seated himself across from Shigure, Helping himself to a cup of coffee. "This place sure is quiet."

Shigure glanced around with an amused look. "Hmmm... I suppose you're right." He chuckled. "I'd say you don't come and visit me enough. And with Aya gone... well, there isn't anyone who will come visit me anymore, is there?"

Hatori sighed. "Why would I visit when you call me everyday telling me what you ate for breakfast?"

Shigure eyed Hatori mischieviously. "Hari, I know how you feel about this... situation."

Hatori recalled what Kureno had said. "You know it isn't just me."

The dog smirked. "I know that. But there is something you don't."

Hatori looked at him suspiciously. "And what would that be?"

Shigure scratched his chin. "I have no intention whatsoever of taking the girls in."

The dragon's shoulders slumped. "Oh great. Do I even want to know what you're planning?"

Shugure took another sip of his coffe. "No Hari, not terribly. But I will say this." He leaned forward. "You should realize that I only have the best of intentions for everyone."

Hatori looked at him skeptically. "And since when is that ever the case?"

The dog shrugged. "Come now Hari, have a little faith in me."

Hatori had about had enough. It was always the same annoying cycle. Shigure was an old dog, and he was always pulling his old tricks, trying to manipulate everyone around him, just for his own pleasure and amusement. He arose and made his way towards the door, Shigure grinning at him. The dog raised an eyebrow.

"Leaving so soon?"

Hatori sighed, thinking quickly of an excuse. "Kita is ill. He needs my attendance." And with that he left.

Shigure sipped more of his coffee. "I bet he does."

(Kureno's House, five days later)

Kari and Sora were washing dishes, and it was chaos. They had somehow gotten into a bubble fight. When Arisa finally walked in, the place was a disaster. She had told them to clean it up, and when she came back, it was three times worse. Somehow they had gotten into a flour fight. In a fit of rage, she had called for her son. She had embraced him, and sent the boar charging after the girls. When Kureno had gotten home, the entire house was a catastrophe.

"A...ri...sa...?"

The roughed up woman turned around and glared at him. "What?"

Kureno scratched his head. "Um, well... I think I'm going to bed."

"Dad," Kubo said. "The girls made me do it."

"What!" The three females shouted in unison. Within seconds, Kubo was hiding behind his dad.

"Nothing," he whispered.

Kureno sighed. "Goodnight everyone. See you in the morning." And with that, he left.

When he walked out the next morning, the place had magically become clean. He chuckled. He good-naturedly told everyone they were going out to breakfast.

In the car, things once again turned to chaos.

"Auntie! Kubo just pulled my hair!" Kari whined.

"Oh, shut up," Sora said. "No one cares."

Kari pulled Sora's hair. The rest of the trip went something like that.

When they finally arrived at the restaurant, Kureno thought he was about to lose his mind. "I'm going to go reserve a table," he said. The family followed him.

After they ordered, Arisa sighed. "I know why you guys are fighting so much."

Kureno nodded. "You don't want this transition to happen. That's why you've all gotten so much more violent."

For awhile, everyone was silent. Then suddenly, Kubo burst out crying.

"Why?" he sobbed. "Why aren't you guys strong enough to keep them here? We don't want them to leave, but... but why are we so weak?"

"Kubo..." Sora whispered. She looked down. Kari shook her head.

"I think we're all weak. There is just nothing we can do."

Just then, the waitress brought their food. She left and walked to opposite side of the restaurant. She tapped a sleeping man on the shoulder.

"Sir?"

The man woke up. "Oh. Sorry. Um, I'll have a number six."

"Alright, it'll be a few minutes."

"Yeah, thanks."

Hatsuharu Sohma put his head back down.