In the next instance Douma was asking Gyutaro if he could see his death. He refused and told him thanks for all the items and help, but it was time for him to go.

"But I just got here! I haven't seen you in fifty years! Can I at least say hi to your sister?"

He most definitely didn't want he seeing his sister, but he couldn't just kick him out of his territory. Douma was a high ranking Kizuki, number two in fact just by seeing his eyes. What was frustrating too, Gyutaro couldn't find his cloak and he couldn't go out in public without it. He knew the cult leader had something to with it missing, as he kept asking him annoying ass questions.

"How have you've been my boy?" ignored him and began to look around the house for his cloak as he followed close behind.

"Just look at you an Upper Six now! I knew you two would climb the ranks!" continued to ignored him as he itch the back his head. Gyutaro was wondering if he didn't entertain Douma's questions long enough, maybe he will get bored and go away.

"Still so very thin through... I hope your eating well?"

"Grr I eat well enough! I wouldn't be the rank I am at if I didn't!" he grunted now subconscious of his body. It couldn't be helped, because no more how many people he ate, he just couldn't gain the weight.

"Oh yes of course! My apologies I didn't mean to offend you!" the cult leader opened his fan to hid his smile.

"You didn't (sigh)...Douma-sama gimme back my cloak already," he gave up trying to find it himself.

"But of course, I did not know you were looking for it!" he had it behind his back the entire time.

Immediately Gyutaro snatched it from him not appreciating whatever game he was playing at, but also seeing he wasn't making any attempt at leaving his house.

"Have you fixed up the place?"

"You've never been to my place before..." he didn't realize how irritating Douma was before, especially how stupid this conversation was going.

"I don't know...it has a feminine touch to it?" he was gazing around at the dilapidated shack. Douma fanned his face slightly to sniff the area.

"The air has a whiff of strawberries. Those are definitely out season and not usually grown in Yoshiwara, unlike sakura,"

"Since you won't shut-up about it (sigh) I have a mate..." Gyutaro replied completely reluctant. He sort of wished he didn't invite him over here in the first place.

If he thought the barrage questions would stop there, man was he fucking wrong. The questions gotten invasive and progressively worse, especially since he said she was from the future.

"She just different from anyone I ever met or seen really!" Gyutaro was at his wits end with him.

"Oh my you are in love!" Douma exclaimed in a humorous mood.

"I didn't fucking say that!?" he gritted his teeth fiercely.

"Demon or human?"

"Human..." he eyed him carefully hoping that he wouldn't get teased for that.

Douma suddenly snapped his fan shut with a eerie smile on his face.

"Is she a demon slayer...no probably Hashira?"

"Fuck no! I would rather kill her than deal with that!" Gyutaro remarked hatefully at such an idiotic assumption. Why would he purposely put him and his sister at risk like that?

"Ah you don't know what your missing!" the cult leader sing-song in a dream like state. All while he was thinking about a very special Hashira in his future.


Finally Daki was done dressing Lydia and she complained all the way about it. Adding the finishing touch with tying a decorative white rope around her hydrangea patterned obi.

"There now you actually look less like a hobo!" she nodded content with her handy work.

"Thanks..." Lydia back replied sarcastically since it was a backhanded compliment.

"I didn't realize how many layers there were to a kimono,"

"I don't how you not know that! Everyone should know that!" Daki tutted at her because she couldn't even dress herself properly. To her that was unacceptable and down right embarrassing.

Lydia sighed because she was tired of explaining to Daki that she wasn't from here. When she was on her vacation in Tokyo no one was wearing a kimono and if they were for the life of her, she couldn't remember.

"Future attire is complete different from Edo," she commented lightly.

"It's ugly is what you meant! Who purposely wears shred up clothes!"

Daki saw her clothes as rags and if that is what the future had in store for her. She wanted no parts of there outfits.

"Well it doesn't matter now...let's do that hair of yours now!"

Before Daki's hand could touch her hair, she instantly moved out of her way.

"Trust me I'm an expert in doing my own hair," Lydia said reassured.

There was no way in hell, she was letting her heavy-handed self touch her beautiful coils. The demontress merely gave her the stink eye. Glaring at her for a long while before rapidly snatching a single strand of her hair from the top of her head.

"Ow what the fuck you did that for!" she screeched while rubbing the spot.

"You have a gray hair..." Daki examined the curled strand.

"Your a lot older than I first thought...you better turn into demon soon before you lose all of your youth... hag!"

"I am not a hag! I'm only twenty-five years old!"

Lydia felt like she was getting a migraine from her. While thinking there were plenty of people her age with graying hair.

"Twenty-five!? You don't have any children or husband at all!" Daki said astonished by this.

"No and in the future this is very common!"

She was too through talking to Daki because she was getting on her left nerves. She asked if she brought her luggage here. When she pointed her to another room, immediately Lydia retreated there saying she was going to go do her hair.

She hated that whole conversation, it reminded her of when she got together with the family on holidays. They always asked when was she having kids or getting married to her now ex. Even her mom would laugh along asking for grandbabies, the traitor.

"So annoying!" Lydia huffed searching in her bag for certain things.

Pulling out bobby pins, wide tooth comb and hair gel. She looked around the room, found a water jug and a bowl. Pouring the water in the bowl just to dip her hair in it. Quickly and carefully with the comb to detangled her wet hair.

"I hate using this for such a vain purpose, but it can't be helped," she pulling her phone to turn it on.

Using her camera as a mirror since Daki had the only mirror and she didn't feel like asking her. Her phone was basically useless paper weight in this era, but she still want to save the battery to look at pictures from time to time. Maybe one day she could use her phone like normal again.

Dabbing a bit of gel on her fingers. Parting, braiding and then bobby pinning three small half braids on the left side of her head. Then separating the rest of her hair, smoothing with water and gel till her curls were super bouncy. Satisfied with her easy style, she immediately shut off her phone.

Lydia washing her hands with fresh water in the bowl throughly. Next she pulled out her eye contacts and actually hated putting these things on. She slowly put one on her iris, was when she heard the door slid open behind her.

"Hang on Daki I almost done!"

Lydia just wanted two seconds to herself thinking it was her. Suddenly Gyutaro came into her view bend over hovering face to face. Of course scaring her half to death per usual.

"Damnit Gyutaro stop fucking doing that!?" Lydia nearly jabbed her own fingernail into her eye.

"What are you doing?" his curiosity out weight the fact that she was yelling at him for no good reason.

"Putting on contacts since you refuse to give me back my glasses!" she stated determine to see clearly again.

Careful adjusting both contacts in her eyes. Then asked Gyutaro if they were aligned perfectly since him wanted to be her mirror. He tilted his head from side to side with an intense stare before saying.

"Yes, but they look weird...why do they change the color of your eyes?"

"There colored contacts, that I bought during vacation and trust me they not permanent,"

Lydia was mad that, she had to breakdown and wear these. She was trying to save these for a cosplay at an anime convention back home. But she didn't know when she would get back home or maybe she will never? No she couldn't think like this way because she only been here less than a week.

This wasn't permanent...This wasn't permanent...This wasn't permanent!

"Shit enough already I get it!" Gyutaro suddenly snapped at her.

"What?" she was so confused.

"You kept babbling on and on about how this wasn't permanent. I'm not an idiot, you know!" he assumed that she was talking about her eyes.

"I huh?" Lydia didn't know that she was saying that out loud. She must be losing it as she shook her head. Suddenly she moved her arm painfully and she was sick of this.

"Make this pain go away...I know it is you who is causing it,"

She wasn't entirely sure, but she knew that she never have killed that kid by her own volition. He merely grumbling underneath his breathe.

"Should have slit that stupid samurai's throat,"

Then he went into his sister's closet in search for some men garment that she kept over the years, that were just for him. Gyutaro hated getting dressed up, but this was a social event since he owe Douma a favor now. He pulled out an dark grey hanten that will do just fine for him.

Before he could put it on Lydia grabbed him by the forearm, making him pay attention to her.

"Make it stop now!" she refused to be ignored by him this time.

"Not now!"

"Yes now!"

There was a spark of anger in his eyes as his nostrils flared because he thought he taught her a lesson before on telling him what to do. He jerked his fingers violently as a burning pain shot ran throughout her veins making her breathless.

"Ahh stop!" Lydia struggled to said while clutching her spasming arm.

"Thought you want my blood out of you! Now want to keep it...make-up your fucking mind!" Gyutaro stated purposely not stopping till the point she slumped over in tears.

"Blood?" she choked not understanding.

Finally he stopped and putting on the hanten. Then grabbing her by the same arm that was hurting seconds ago, forcing her to a standing position.

"Now you hard-headed girl you better learn to not to do that again!' he reminded her that he run things not her. She merely glared at him as he could care less about her measly anger.

"We waste enough time as it is ...we have a special guest to attend too," Gyutaro tucked Lydia along before she could do or say anything about it.

He slide the door back open to the area where Daki and Douma were chatting.

"Ha finally brother! I thought you were leaving me to do all of the work!" she said with her kiseru between her pointer and middle fingers.

"No never that...you know how Ly-d-ia love to eat up time!" he sat next to his sister as she kneel sitting next to him.

Lydia couldn't even defend herself, before Douma immediately grabbed a hold of both her hands, clasping them with his across the tiny square table.

"It is such a pleasure to finally met you!"

He took into all of her rare features, that he never seen before and stored them deep into his memory banks.

"Oh my your radiant! Positively radiant to look at!" he couldn't help, but to gush farther.

Her heart beat accelerated not only from the compliment, but also from his pretty boy appearance. Though his nails were more like claws. His long blond silvery hair, along what looked like an blood/oil spill at the top of his head. It sort of cool how the spill look match through out his entire outfit with all the black and red.

"Wow your eyes are like wonderful cosmic bursts!"

"How poetic...never heard that one before!" he commented before introducing himself.

"My name is Douma and what might be your name my dear?"

"Her name is Lydia, you mustn't been listening when I said it earlier!" Gyutaro suddenly butt into their conversation and quickly pulled her hands from his grasp.

He did not like how long they were holding hands for nor the compliment/look she was giving him. She definitely was not his dear either.

"Of course, how could I forget and usually I'm not so forgetful!" he said amused by the strong emotion he was displaying in front of him.

"Don't worry grumpy boy here usually forgets all his matters out the window!" she teased making the cult leader laugh. Meanwhile Gyutaro squeezed her hand, in a warning telling her to stop. If she keeps flirting with Douma, it will go bad for her.

The demontress puffed on her pipe not liking that they were make her brother into the butt of their joke. Also Lydia was treading on thin ice with the both of them in her opinion.

"Douma...the ladies you order should be up any given moment..." Daki was over being the hospitable hostess and was ready for him to leave.

"Good! It felt like a lifetime since I had any fun," Douma was gleefully of tonight prospects.