Author's Note: We're back to Japan and Okinawa again. Not really much going on but I made it work. Honestly, I am struggling a bit with the Japan storyline. I am hoping to get some better ideas soon. Meanwhile, I am thinking about the dark circus again. Shall we go back to that soon? I have Italy on the brain for next week. I am going to have to see. For now, enjoy this week's match.


Match Twelve: Kitsune no Yomeiri:

Europe has the fog. Japan has a parade of lights in the streets. Everyone keeps their curtains closed at night. Peeking out the window could spell disaster. Sena shivered as she drew the curtains closed. Kiku was sound asleep. Sena could relax if only for a moment. She can't help but feel that something was going to go tits up today. Sena tried not to think about that.

Still, she would have problems of her own.

It all started in the early hours of the morning. Sena didn't remember why she was up so early. She just sat up on the futon and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. Kiku was sound asleep next to her. Sena frowned to herself. She should be sound asleep. But here she was. She cursed herself under her breath. Now what?

Something whispered to her in the dark. Sena climbed out of her futon and walked out of the room. She didn't have time to think. Before she knew it, she was out in the living room. Sena turned her head.

"Hello?" she whispered.

"Good evening, my dear," a familiar voice said. Sena froze. Against her better judgment, the woman turned around. Kuro sat back on the couch. He smirked at her. She gave him an odd look.

"What are you doing here?" Sena asked.

"I cam here to see you," Kuro said.

"Why?" she asked. The man leaned forward.

"Does there have to be a reason?" he asked. Sena took a step back. His gaze was making her feel small, but she wouldn't let him know that.

"I want you to leave," she said.

"No you don't," he said. Kuro shook his head once.

"Yes, I do!" Sena shouted. The man with her husband's face pouted at her.

"Aw, Sena-chan. Why do you have to be so harsh?" he asked.

"Get out of my house!" she shouted. Kuro smiled and shook his head. He patted the spot next to him on the couch.

"Come," he said. "Come and sit with me." Sena frowned. She wasn't going to give in to him. Kuro kept his eyes on her. The woman clenched her fists at her sides. She frowned as she puffed up her cheeks. Finally, she dropped her shoulders.

"Fine," she grumbled to herself. She walked over and sat down next to him. Kuro gave her a polite, condescending smile.

"Better much," he said.

"Shut up," Sena whispered. His fingers inched toward her hand. The woman drew it back.

"What the hell are you doing?!" she asked. The man wearing her husband's face chuckled.

"Aw, you don't have to be so mean," he said.

"What are you doing here?" Sena asked. Kuro turned to her with a smirk on his face. The man reached out and grabbed her by the cheeks.

"You know something?" he asked. "I really like you. You've got spirit. Nothing like my wife." Sena tried to push him off.

"Fuck off," she said.

"What? It's true," Kuro said. "If things were different, I would make you part of my harem." He reached for her face but she pushed him off.

"Don't touch me!" she snapped. The man wearing her husband's face put up his hands.

"Okay, okay," Kuro said. "Geez." Sena glared at him.

"Get out of my house!" she snapped. Her captor, if you can call him that, raised his eyebrow.

"Excuse me?" he asked.

"I said get the fuck out of my house!" Sena yelled. She looked ready to lunge at him. Her flared nostrils, heavy breathing, and the darkening in her eyes made her look like a rabid pit bull.

"Fine," Kuro said. "I get it. I will leave." The man rose to his feet. Sena walked him as he walked to the front door. Kuro was about to turn the knob when he paused. But then he paused.

"Oh, Sena-chan," he said. The woman lifted her head.

"What?" she asked. Kuro smirked as he looked over his shoulder.

"I will be seeing you later," he said. "And when I do, you will come to me." Kuro slid open the door and walked outside. Sena gritted her teeth as the door slammed closed. She clenched her fists.

"No, I won't," she said to herself. Sena sat on the couch for the rest of the morning. She was so mad that she couldn't move.


Kuro walked back to his car with a smirk on his face. He didn't lie in there. Lately, he had developed an interest in her. He didn't have a reason. The man was just drawn to Sena. She would be perfect for his harem. Nothing like his vapid wife.

The man sneered at the thought of her. She was probably already here looking for him. That woman was going to go and fuck up everything.

"Damn it!" the dark Japanese man shouted. Suddenly, his phone rang.

"Yeah?" he asked. Kuro calmed down long enough to listen.

"Good, good," he said. "I am on my way." The man hung up and pulled out of the driveway. A cold smirk crept across his face. This day was starting to look up already.


Meanwhile, Kuro's wife was making progress to get to her destination. She had closed the distance within days. She couldn't wait to be united with him. The woman decided to buy her husband a gift.

The woman made her way to a wine shop. The clerk looked up to see a pale woman in a light pink kimono walking up to the counter.

"Can I help you?" the clerk asked. The woman broke into a graceful smile.

"Your most expensive wine, please?" she asked. The clerk perked up at her.

"Ooo! Is this for an anniversary or something?" she asked. There was a twinkle in the graceful woman's eyes.

"You can say that," she said.

"No problem. Japanese or European?" the clerk asked.

"Only your best," the woman said.

"Coming up," the other woman said. She turned and walked to the back. The elegant woman waited with a foxlike smile on her face. The next stop would be to go buy some sexy lingerie. Maybe go buy some chocolates while she was at it. More romantic ideas began to form in her head. This reunion was going to be amazing. The woman couldn't help but giggle. She couldn't wait to see her husband again.