There was a reluctant shuffling of bills as Hagakure was handed his fee, his latest "client" grumbling the sort of thing that simply can't be written here if a T rating is expected to be kept.
"There's yer money, yah crook. Now how about actually explaining half of that?"
"Uhh….a premonition doesn't necessarily come with SparkNotes, Dude. Even if they did….I kinda flunked English again…."
"Well try and figure it out!"
"Alright, alright! Let's see…" Hagakure proceeded to sit cross-legged in his seat, scratching at his stubble in thought, "Maybe if I had some context...I could figure this out for you. No charge."
"Oh, gee….thanks…" Leon rolled his eyes, but watched his tone. The last thing he needed was to upset Hagakure and make him shut down.
"White cheeses," the shaman repeated, an eye shut in contemplative thought, "maybe you've developed lactose intolerance?"
"I had milk this morning and feel great…"
"Uhh…"
Leon perked up a bit, snapping his fingers, "Hey, you said an overbearing relative, right? My cousin is as overbearing as it gets!"
"Your cousin? Yeah...that might be it...does your cousin like w-"
"Can we move off the white cheese for a sec?"
"Right. Got it. Lives are taking...and shackles are breaking….so someone is getting set free somewhere…"
"I /did/ transfer Madarai's contract. That's certainly some freedom."
"Amen to that. Maybe that's gonna somehow free you up from more in your life."
Leon slammed down a joyous fist, beaming at the idea! "That's it! I gave his contract to my cousin! She's gonna be so busy dealing with him, that neither of them can bother me for the duration of the contract! I'm free! My life is /taking/ off!"
"Or someone died."
Leon's face and mood both dropped like a dense stone, turning to Yasuhiro in bewilderment. "Died?"
"Lives are taking could very well mean that someone died, Dude."
"Oh….."
"I'm just saying….proceed with caution, and buy one of my-"
Leon shot a glare, nipping the pitch at the bud. "Is someone dyin' or not?" Yasuhiro turned back to the crystal ball, gently nibbling his lower lip as he stared.
"I'm gonna say….no."
"Tch….scarin' the shit outta me like that. It felt like eyes were on me the whole time." This statement prompted a confused blink from the shaman.
"You felt eyes on you, too? It wasn't my reading, though. I've felt them since you sat down."
"Don't say…" Before the conversation carried on much longer, though, the doors could be heard closing, and the looming sensation was gone.