Day 6: Something Borrowed
Kendappa sat outside on the rail of her balcony, watching Tenkai drift by below her. She'd taken to spending her free time like this lately, watching as if there were a chance she'd get a glimpse of Souma on her travels.
She touched the unmatched earring she wore, hidden under her hair. It was warm from her body heat, but it wasn't the kind of warmth she wanted. Souma . . .
She couldn't think of a way out. She couldn't break her oath to Taishakuten, and Souma would never forsake her clan's vengeance.
Kendappa couldn't ask, Why must you go? She knew perfectly well. She couldn't say, Come back to me. Let things be. Souma would never be happy, and if Souma wasn't happy, Kendappa wouldn't be either. One day, Taishakuten was sure to tell her to do her duty, and she would.
Kendappa had a terrible feeling she'd be left alone in the end, with nothing but a single earring to warm her. It would be a terrible fate.
Far away, on the other side of Tenkai, Souma relieved Ryuu-ou on watch duty. Yasha-ou would take over for the early morning hours, but the midnight shift was hers.
Hers to watch alone, waiting for someone to attack them while her thoughts chased themselves around her head like shooting stars. They all started from around the same place and spread out across the sky.
She missed Kendappa. After all the time she'd spent waiting for the chance to move against Taishakuten, now that she had it, all she wanted was to go back home to Gandarahja and be with the woman she loved.
She raised a hand to her ear, caressing the earring whose match she had given to Kendappa as if its curve were a part of her lover's body. "I will come back . . ."