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Seta: Chapter 2
Carina sat in her rocking chair by the fire in the sitting room, listening to the sounds of the night. Sojiro slept next door in the spare guest room while Iori slept in the room he, his papa and Carina shared. It had been three days since her husband discovered Sojiro in the rain. Sojiro still remembered very little about his past, but promised Carina he would try to remember. From what Carina could tell, Sojiro appeared to be in his mid-teens. His limp, dark brown hair hung around his face, covering his light blue eyes although it was now clean and no longer a rat's nest. Seiku had given the young teen some of his old clothes and pair of sturdy brown cow hide moccasins. Iori even tried to give Sojiro some toys, but the boy had been kindly rejected. Iori still didn't understand that not everyone liked chewing on wooden blocks.
A low moan issued under the door from Sojiro's room; he was dreaming again. The wind whistled through the cracks in the wood planks of the house, the flame dancing fiercely in the brick hearth. The door opened as Seiku entered the house, tousle haired and soaking wet. Carina rose from the chair, handing a towel to her husband and bustling around, pouring a cup of hot chamomile tea.
"Thank you Carina dear, this hits the spot," he sighed, draining the chipped white cup in three gulps.
"Is the shop still doing well?" Carina asked him, pouring herself a cup.
"Mmm. My knives are more popular, so I need to make more. How are things here?" Seiku asked his wife, looking at her.
"Iori learned a new word; chocolate. Honestly, I think he takes more after you," Carina replied. "Sojiro helped me with the firewood before the storm, so we'll be good for the next week or so,"
Seiku lowered his cup, thinking hard, than looked back at the steaming liquid.
"About Sojiro, dear. I saw a wanted sign for him in town,"
"A wanted sign!"
"Yes, it said there's a reward of 150,000,000 yen on his head. According to the papers, he's the one who assassinated Lord Okubo. The man who reported him is anonymous, but the town's in an uproar," Carina's blue eyes widened as she backed away.
"It.it can't be him. He can barely remember his past...we can't turn him in." she whispered. Seiku rose from his chair, hugging his wife.
"I'm not planning on giving the boy up without a fight. Besides, there's been a number of robberies in that area, so it might not have been him," Seiku said, stroking his wife's black hair. She looked up at him, tears pricking the edges of her eyes.
The sound of a squeaking door caught the couple's attention. Sojiro stood in the hall, dressed in his white nightclothes, watching them, a look of pain reflected in his eyes.
"Sojiro..." Carina whispered.
'If someone's after me...I should leave. If I stay, you'll be in danger too,' Sojiro's thoughts sounded scared.
"Sojiro, we're not turning you in. You're family now, and I doubt you committed that crime-" Seiku began.
'I did. My master told me to. He ordered me to. I obeyed, but I hid my fright of killing, I let no one know that I was afraid,' Sojiro's thoughts interrupted; a tear rolled down his left cheek, but he rubbed it away. Carina walked toward him, embracing Sojiro in a gentle hug. Resisting the instinct to run, Sojiro accepted the hug and returned it reluctantly.
"No one will take you away, we promise," Seiku said, patting Sojiro's head. His face buried in Carina's sleeve, Sojiro smiled a real smile.
'Ok, I'll stay,'