BEFORE YOU GO ON! This chapter contains a lot of mindless drivel in the form of Kaiju's "explanitory" notes and general rambling. If you don't wish to waste your time on it, just go to the start of the story…y'know, the place with the "---" and the big bold "START!"?
Kaiju; Hiya! Thankyou for continuing to read after that crappy chapter.
Mayu; I'm sorry, which one are you talking about?
Kaiju; :Whacks Mayu with big stick
Mayu; Gyuui…
WOW! 1214 hits! 326 more in just two days! And four reviews already! TT-TT That makes me so happy I could cry!
Kaiju; I'd like to introduce some friends of mine. Mustard Pickle, Omitsu-chan, crackerjack and The Ultimate Onigiri.
Them; HI!
Kaiju; They're here to…um…
Onigiri; Oh great, Kaiju-chan doesn't even know? You practically dragged us here!
Kaiju; whacks Onigiri with huge stick Shut up.
Onigiri; --dies—
Omitsu-chan; Nooooo! Don't die Onigiri! What about our children!
crackerjack; --sweatdrops--What children?
Omitsu-chan; :whacks crackerjack with Kenshin plushie: shut up, your spoiling my dramatic moment:turns back to Onigiri: Oh, my love, how I will miss you. Each day that passes without your sweet, sweet eyes shining down on me shall be torture. I shall keep your ashes in a ceremonial chamber-pot/urn-
everyone backs away
-and kiss it every day at twelve o'clock in the afternoon; I shall-
Onigiri; Hey! I'm not dead!
Omitsu-chan; :takes out gun: You soon will be! Serves you right for spoiling my dramatic moment!
Onigiri; AAHHHHHHHHHH! RUUUUUUUN!
Omitsu-chan; (cynically)YOU CAN RUN BUT YOU CANT HIDE:chases after Onigiri:
Everyone else; :sweatdrop:
Kaiju; Lets just pretend that never happened…
Everyone else; nodnod
Kaiju; ON WITH THE TORTURE!
Everybody else; :nodnod:
Kaiju; HEY!
Disclaimer; what do you think? Do you really think that I'm smart enough to write or talented enough to draw Rurouni Kenshin? If you do, you are a foolish panda!
BEWARE OF THE PANDA:DUNDUNDUN:
Panda is such an awesome word… :D
crackerjack; :sweatdrops: Stay off the sugar. Please. T-TX
Warnings; Sanosuke's potty mouth, my warped and sorry excuse for a sense of humour, occasional madness/randomninity (I love that word.) and bad plotties…and terrible writing.
With that cheerful announcement, here is the fifth chapter of Dicing with Death. Enjoy (if you can -.-;)
Warning#2; Id just like to remind everybody that this IS my very first story…EVER! So please don't be very disappointed if it's bad, and don't flame me. I'm 15 and three months! As I said, mental age 3! -.-Ha…maybe I'm overstating my abilities a bit…make that mental age 2….:cries:
BEFORE YOU GO ON! SORT OF IMPORTANT!
I think the reason for is not only so you can have fun reading other peoples stories or writing your own…I think that it is also meant for bettering your writing skills. As my first fanfiction ever, this is sort of an experimental one; testing out new writing styles and stuff like that. So, if you have any suggestions on how to improve my hopeless writing, please review me or message me. I need all the help I can get:)
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Sanosuke glared around at the ornate surroundings, glowering with particular venom at the obviously priceless and amazingly tacky chandeliers that hung from the highly gilded ceiling.
How the hell did we get here anyway? he thought to himself resentfully. He knew that one minuet they had been looking for a coach to Nagoya, and now they were ensconced in the gigantic house of none other that Shikazu Kiba, the biggest numbskull to blight Japan since Tokugawa himself.
The aforementioned numbskull, Shikazu, was, even now, staring almost rapturously at Megumi, oblivious to everyone and everything else.
Again.
For some reason, this, and Megumi's openly flirtatious response, irritated Sanosuke far beyond what even Saito himself could. There was just something about the look in Shikazu's eyes as he stared at Megumi that made his knuckles itch.
Saito was obviously irritated as well, although not for the same reasons.
What are "the same reasons"? a part of Sanosuke wondered, mentally scratching its metaphorical head.
He's a sleazebag! another part yelled.
He's only staring at her. a calmer, more reasonable part said.
He's staring at MY MEGUMI!
The other two parts metaphorically stared at the third, who allegorically backed away.
Eh? "my" Megumi?
NO! You misheard me! said the third part hurriedly. I said…um…
Yes? said the other two, with figurative smirks on their metaphorical faces
OH FINE! Yes I said it!
Awww…is ickle Sanosuke in love?
The response was rather impolite.
Sanosuke (the outer) ignored the arguing voices, choosing instead to glare at Shikazu's back as he showed the group a selection of prized antique porcelain vases.
If looks could kill, Shikazu would definitely be six feet under by now.
He bought them to the lounge and motioned for them to sit, then picked up a platter of small round circles, which he offered to Megumi.
'Um…Kiba-san…what are these?' she asked, holding one up.
Shikazu looked surprised, and then amused. 'Crackers. They're edible. Hang on, I'll just get some cheese.'
He got some off of another platter and bought it over, also picking up a knife-like metal implement with a sharp skewer at the opposite end of the handle.
Kenshin sweatdropped.
It looks like some sort of obscure implement used for torture…thought the Battousai, squinting.
It does, doesn't it?
'Shikazu-dono…what is that?' he asked.
'Huh?' Shikazu said, looking puzzled. Then he looked at the implement in his hand. 'Oh, this? Its just something my father invented for skewering cheese. See? Its got a little prick on the end of it.'
Sanosuke looked at him sourly. 'I agree whole-heartedly.' he mumbled.
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Kaoru scowled slightly at Yekano, who was bent double, groaning as he held his stomach; a remnant of the strike she had just given him.
'I swear…' she started, then as Yekano straightened up, she stared at him for a second and then turned away quickly, avoiding eye contact.
Maybe I'm just trying to substitute Yekano for Yahiko…I'm expecting way too much for a student of three days…
'Kaoru? What's up?' Yekano asked from behind her, genuine concern in his voice.
She smiled gently, still facing away. Although he acts much more like a mix of Sanosuke and Kenshin…if that's possible…
Turning back to Yekano, she smiled reassuringly at him, although her mind was still on the redheaded swordsman. 'Yeah…come on, let's start again.'
'Uh…okay…' said Yekano, eyeing her strangely. He raised his shinai again, and Kaoru did the same.
I wonder if Kenshin even knows I'm here…
'Ha!' yelled Yekano. Kaoru blinked as her new pupil appeared in front of her, disrupting her thoughts, then gasped in pain as Yekano's wooden sword connected with her wrist, making her drop her own.
'Kaoru! Are you okay?' he said urgently as he heard her, dropping his own shinai and running forward. He grabbed gently her lower arm and winced as he examined the red welt that was appearing on her pale skin.
'Sorry, sorry! Does it hurt much?'
'No. Its fine, really.' she said, squirming out of his grip and bending down to pick up her shinai. As she tried to lift it, she flinched slightly, then straightened, hoping that Yekano hadn't noticed.
He had, and was glaring at her. 'Oh, yes, I can see it doesn't hurt at all.' he said sarcastically. He took her by the arm again and headed towards the corridor outside, leading her along one of the many corridors she had never been down.
'Where are we going?' Kaoru asked, cringing as the pain from the injured wrist started to increase.
'To my father's room for the medical kit.' he growled, turning left and towards a large door at the end of the corridor.
He opened the door and motioned for her to sit on the bed, then started to rummage in one of the bedside cabinets.
She looked around, surprised at the sheer size of the of the room, as well as it's contents. The bed alone was big enough to hold a whole family, and the bedspread and sheets were both richly coloured and beautiful. There was a thick, creamy carpet underfoot as well.
As she was looking around, her eye was caught by a small picture on the bedside table. Glancing surreptitiously at Yekano's back, she picked it up.
It was a painting, with a middle-aged man, a young boy, and…Kaoru raised the tiny picture closer to her eyes…a grey-eyed young woman with black hair….who looked like the mirror image of herself.
A grunt from Yekano's direction roused her, and she hurriedly hid the picture behind her as he straightened up.
'I don't know where he's put the damn thing. Wait a second, I'll just go and ask Kagura-san.' he said, frowning in frustration.
Kaoru smiled at him, hoping that he wouldn't notice the absence of the miniature. He didn't, and left the room, muttering profanities about useless fathers.
Kaoru pulled out the picture and stared at it again, tracing the features of the young woman with the tip of one finger. She raised her eyes slowly-
-and frowned, puzzled, as she saw a blotch of white powder on the floor, almost invisible against the cream-coloured carpet.
She leant down, dipping a finger in the white substance and sniffing it gingerly.
It smelled…familiar…like something she had smelt a long time ago.
Then it clicked.
She had smelt it the first time she had met Megumi.
Opium.
She hurriedly shook off the clinging powder in disgust, wiping her hand on her hakama. Jumping up, she looked more closely at the blotch, and discovered that there were several other traces of powder, leading in an uneven trail towards a small knee-high cabinet against the wall. She walked slowly towards it, then knelt. The door was slightly ajar.
She hesitated as she reached out her hand, unsure of whether she should look inside. She steadied her resolve, and slowly swung the small door open.
Behind another photo and a pile of paper, there were tens of rows of tiny paper packets.
With shaking hands, she reached in and took one out, opening it carefully.
White powder was nestled inside, carefully wrapped. As she stared at it, a sudden sound behind her made her turn, and she flushed with embarrassment as she saw Yekano standing in the doorway, watching her angrily, a small glass bottle and a roll of bandages in his hands. She stood and looked at him from across the room, locking eyes with him and searching his face steadily for a denial, a sign that she had been mistaken about the contents of the tiny packets.
She found none, and, as she looked down at the packages in her hand, and the enormity of what she had found sent a sharp stab of shock, almost physically painful, through her, obliterating every other emotion but one, which was even now constricting her chest and making it hard for her to speak.
Taking a deep breath, she crossed the room abruptly, and looked up from the small packages into his eyes.
'You've got to tell your father to stop!'
Yekano grabbed them, glaring at her. 'Look, I don't like it any more than you do, but it's none of your business!'
'If you don't like it, why don't you tell your father to stop?'
'Do you think I haven't tried!' he said furiously. 'Well I have, and to do so again would just be a waste of time!'
'But surely-'
Yekano cut her off. 'He just doesn't care anymore. He hasn't since Kiore died, and he's not going to any time soon!'
'but-'
'Butt out already!' he snarled, turning his back on her and stuffing the paper-bound packages back into their container.
After glowering at his back for a few seconds, Kaoru walked out.
She headed towards the training room, fists clenched angrily, trying to resist the urge to run back to Kazumi's room and give Yekano a good belt to try to knock some sense into him.
In the training hall, she tried to pick up the shinai she had dropped a short time ago, and growled when a sharp, stabbing pain went through her arm. She glared at her wrist, scowling at the bruised and swollen area, the pain of which had vanished as soon as she opened the small cabinet.
With a sudden surge of frustration, she kicked the shinai hard, making it fly through the air towards the wall, landing with a sharp crack. She strode after it, but then left it and leaned against the storeroom door.
Something warm trickled down her left cheek, and she raised her hand, shocked to find the errant tear. She was even more surprised when another followed, and another, the trickle becoming a fully-fledged downpour. She slumped against the door, cradling her head in her hands, the anger and frustration and sadness she had felt during the past few days finally coming free.
It wasn't only the loss of her 'family' she felt; it was also the strange friendship she was developing with Yekano, and the sudden anger he had shown when she discovered his fathers stash. It was just too much.
She ignored a sudden movement beside her, just wanting to stay there and cry her troubles away. She barely noticed when someone gently took her hand and started to splint her wrist carefully.
After a few minuets, she heard Yekano's voice, uncharacteristically gentle.
'Does your wrist feel better?' he asked.
She said nothing, and he sighed. 'Do you want me to leave you alone?'
She said nothing again.
He said nothing as well, and then she opened her eyes in surprise as she felt him, albeit awkwardly, putting his arm around her.
'Kaoru…I'm sorry for loosing my temper…it just…'
She looked up slowly, then, as the swell of emotions inside threatened to engulf her again, she tentatively leant against him, burying her face in the loose folds of his blue training gi. The feeling, the warmth of the contact, reminded her slightly of Kenshin, and a sudden surge of homesickness overtook her, making her shake uncontrollably as she held tightly onto the young man's gi. She felt his sigh as he patted her back, obviously uncomfortable.
Finally, when she had stopped sobbing, he gently grabbed her chin and made her look up.
'I really am sorry.' he said, looking straight back. 'But the…the stuff that happened today…I get the feeling that that isn't the only thing bothering you.'
'I miss them.' she blurted out, lowering her head.
Yekano, trying to ignore the strange pang he felt as she spoke, pursed his lips.
'I'll tell you what, Kaoru…I'll ask my father…I'll see if I can persuade him to set you free.'
Kaoru looked at him, hope coursing through her body. '…really?'
Yekano smiled, and although a shadow seemed to pass over his face, it was gone in an instant. 'Sure.'
Kaoru impulsively hugged him, then let go, flushing vividly. 'Thankyou.' she said softly, looking down.
Yekano stood up, not looking at her, and walked out.
She took a deep breath, revelling in the sudden relief she was experiencing. Then she frowned, remembering the fleeting look of pain his face had held.
Yekano… she thought
Outside, Yekano leaned against the other side of the door. He tried to quell the sudden tightness that had been constricting his chest ever since he had seen Kaoru, drug-filled packages in hand, mutely pleading for him to tell her that she was wrong, to tell her that it wasn't what she thought…
…her look mixing with one of accusal and betrayal.
He wondered why the tension in his chest had increased drastically when Kaoru had looked at him, hope suddenly shining in her eyes, when he told her that he would try to restore her to her family.
As he walked towards his room, suddenly exhausted, he felt a sudden rush of jealousy as he remembered the "special friend" that she had mentioned the day before.
What's so special about him, anyway?
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At a small restaurant on the outskirts of Nagoya…
Teikura Seta gingerly stepped around the grimy tables and chairs, carefully avoiding any of their occupants and searching for a familiar profile.
As he reached the very corner of the room, a voice emanated out from the gloom, making him jump slightly.
'You're late.'
He squinted, trying to see through the darkness to the speaker. When his eyes adjusted to the dark shadows, he sat down on a chair opposite the cloaked man.
'I was delayed, Ryo.' he said, watching his cousin warily.
'Hmph.'
'So, you had a plan?'
'Hang on.' Ryo said, holding up a hand, barely discernable in the darkness. 'We still have to wait for someone.'
'This is supposed to be just between us!' hissed Seta, slamming his hand down on the table.
'Quiet!' snarled his cousin, looking around cautiously. When he was certain that they had attracted no eavesdroppers, he continued quietly. 'This man is trustworthy, I assure you.'
'Indeed I am.'
Both men jumped violently at the third voice, the speaker of which had crept up on them without notice, his silhouette hard to distinguish through the shadows.
'You look surprised.' the newcomer said, dark amusement in his voice. He swung a seat from a nearby table and placed it next to the other two, the whole process soundless. 'Don't worry. If I had wanted to kill you, you would already be dead.'
'How…comforting.' mumbled Seta. In the darkness, he could see the whites of the other mans eyes gleam…and there was an expression in them that he didn't like...it reminded him of a cat which, after years of pursuit, had finally caught the mouse that had tantalised him for years…
You knew what was going to happen to the mouse.
He shook this disturbing thought from his mind in time to hear his cousin say, 'This is Narasuma Yirio. Narasuma-san has come to assist us.'
Seta viewed Narasuma with barely veiled suspicion. 'Why?'
'Actually, that is a question that I would like to know the answer to as well.' Ryo said, watching Narasuma carefully.
The man raised an eyebrow. 'Revenge.' he said, and Seta shivered at the tone in his voice.
'On who and why?'
Narasuma smirked darkly. 'What a nasty, suspicious mind you have there. On Kazumi and his family, first and foremost. And, before I answer your second question, tell me why you want revenge, Ryo-san?'
'Hm…well, it probably wouldn't hurt to tell you. Kazumi killed my daughter.' Ryo said blandly, without a trace of sorrow visible on his face.
'Ah. So, Ryo-san wants revenge, and Seta-san wants to get his market back.'
'How did you know that?' asked Seta, trying not to panic as the dark stare turned upon him.
'Everyone knows, you fool.' Ryo answered for Narasuma contemptuously. He turned to the other man. 'You said you could find a way for us to get into Shojo Mansion?'
Narasuma considered him, and then took a piece of parchment from his satchel, which he had dropped by his feet.
Spreading it out on the table, he pointed to one section.
'Shojo Kazumi kept possible invasion in mind when he built the mansion. However, his now deceased wife held a passion for light, and so he incorporated many large windows in the design, but he put them high up, as an extra precaution. Fifteen years ago, getting into them would have been impossible…but with all this western technology flooding in, it will be easy.'
He looked at the other two. 'I assume you both have five trusted men each?'
They both nodded.
'Those men will subdue whatever resistance occurs inside the house.' he concluded.
Ryo was the first to break the silence. 'Sounds like a good one to me.' he said, standing up and stretching. 'How do we contact each other?'
'We give each other our addresses.'
Seta surveyed the other man narrowly, then scrawled something on a scrap of parchment with the offered brush and ink. He passed it over to Narasuma slowly, taking the scrap of paper offered in return.
'When?' he asked quickly, leaning forward.
'Three days.'
There was an intake of breath from Ryo's corner. 'So soon?'
The other man smirked darkly, leaning forward.
'As the saying goes; strike while the iron is hot.'
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Shojo Kazumi stared out to see, watching the waves as they crashed inexorably onto the sandy beach, disturbing or depositing the occasional clumps of seaweed.
He wasn't really seeing the sea, at least not in the present. His mind was focused on a day in late spring, almost twenty years ago.
"Kazumi-san…Kazumi-san! Over here!" a young girl yelled, oblivious to the disapproving stares of an elderly couple of passing matrons.
"Coming, Anzu-chan!" Kazumi yelled back, smiling broadly. He shielded his eyes from the sun, his gaze firmly settled on the brightly-coloured figure waving to him. He shifted the heavy basket in his hand to a more comfortable position and continued on, making his way carefully around the rocks and dodging a few errant waves as they threatened to sweep him away, basket and all.
"You're such a slowcoach!" Anzu said. She ran back and grabbed the basket herself; deaf to all of his protests, she carried it up to a natural formation of rocks which sheltered them from the sandy wind.
"Anzu-chan! Slow down, you'll rip your new kimono!"
"I don't care!" the young woman called back, using the various blemishes in the rock to climb to a higher shelf. When she reached one she liked, she whipped out the blanket that had been carefully packed into the basket, also tipping several other things out on to the ground as well.
Kazumi, who had just about reached her, looked up just in time to dodge an onigiri that was on a direct flight course towards his forehead.
He raised himself up over the edge cautiously, wary of any other projectile edibles, and stifled a laugh at the sight of the young woman pouting as she sat on the blanket, surveying the ohagi with dismay.
"What's wrong?" he asked her, sitting down beside her.
"The ohagi's dirty." she sulked, then threw it over the edge.
"And I worked so hard to make it too."
"Its okay…" he said, as he pulled out the rest of the food.
"Bah…"
He laughed at the sour expression on the face of the daughter of his oldest friend. "You look like a little kid."
He was unprepared for the sudden, piercing look that she threw him. After a few seconds, she turned away, a wry smile twisting her lips.
"And that's all I'll ever be to you, isn't it…?" she said this so quietly that Kazumi barely heard it at all.
"Huh?"
She turned back to him, smiling her ordinary, dazzling smile again. "Nothing, Kazumi-san."
He felt an odd lurch at her smile, and turned away under the pretence of finding the miso in an effort to collect his thoughts.
As they walked back up the beach together, he mused on his reaction; wondering what it could possibly mean.
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A few months later…
"Why not!" she cried, her eyes blazing as she turned to face him. "I love you!"
"Anzu…"
He knew he would never be able to explain what he felt.
Kazumi loved Anzu…just as much as she loved him…but he could not…would not… bring himself to openly return her feelings.
Mai, his previous wife, had died in childbirth, bringing forth his only son into the world. Their marriage had been a loveless one, made out of the necessity to meld the fortunes of two prominent families in order to preserve the prestige of both. They had both been foolish then, hoping that time could help them learn to love each other…but that time had proven them wrong.
Now, confronted with the sensation for the first time, he was loath to act upon it. Mai's death had always weighed heavily on him; ultimately, it was his fault; What if the same happened to Anzu?
"I just couldn't take it…" he murmured out loud.
Anzu, however, heard him. "Am I…am I really so …that it's distasteful for you to even think about loving me?" she asked, her grey eyes shining with suppressed emotion.
He reached out towards her, then let his hands drop to his sides; thinking, knowing that it would be better if she gave up on him. Her shoulders slumped in defeat, and she turned away listlessly, staring out into the raging ocean that seemed to be mirroring the internal turmoil of both.
"The passage of the waves in inexorable…it would be impossible to stop it, even if you tried your hardest." she turned back to him, a single tear slowly meandering down her cheek.
"I cant live without you, Kazumi." she said simply. 'That is what this feeling; this love for you is like. I couldn't stop these feelings even if I wanted to.'
She gave him a watery smile and turned away, walking towards the row of houses next to the shore, her long, brown hair blowing around her in the wind.
"Goodbye, Kazumi…" she said, as he watched her walk away.
Her last words were almost indiscernible in the wind. "…for ever…"
Kazumi watched her until she disappeared over the crest of the hill, the tears he held in stinging his eyes and making it impossible to speak, even if he had had anything to say.
'She never wants to see me again…' he thought to himself. The tears that he had tried so hard to hold in started to fall, wetting his cheeks; each one a tribute to the silent agony he held within him.
He turned and walked the other way, not caring where he went.
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Kazumi blinked back the stinging sensation that had appeared in his eyes. He turned away from the surf, staring at the very rock where he had seen her last; on the day she had said goodbye
He had never seen her again.
The next day, a telegram had come from her father, Teikura, accusing him of killing her. Kazumi, fear clenching his heart in an iron fist, rode over to his friends house to find out what had happened.
Teikura didn't even allow him entry. He instructed his guards to keep Kazumi out, and not to talk to him.
Kazumi eventually bribed one of the guards to tell him what was going on.
The information he had received had shattered his already broken heart.
The guard told him that Anzu had thrown herself off of Nakuma bridge at night, just after she had come back to the house after the ordeal at the beach. She had written a note, explaining her choice, and then left…in the truest sense of the word.
It was as though, with the realisation that Anzu, the only person he had truly loved, was dead, a part of Kazumi died also. The only time when he even smiled was when his children were around; otherwise, he was just as ice-cold and unemotional as stone.
When his daughter had died as well, a further part of Kazumi perished. He rarely smiled, bestowing the favour only occasionally on his son. To anyone else, a solid exterior remained; a natural barrier which had never been broken…
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How's that for a load of crap? I hope Kazumi's reflection clears up a few things; and I really hope it wasn't overdone…T.T;; this chapter killed me. Not nearly as many happy feelings in it. Makes me grumpy. :cries: no laughs…WAAAAHHHHHHH!
You can probably tell, I'm absolutely no good at depressing thoughts. No matter how hard I try, I never can do it right!
For example, one of my friends introduced me this way. 'This is Theo. Yes, Theo's always happy. Theo never gets depressed.' here he looked at me. 'In fact, it's a little depressing how Theo doesn't get depressed.'
I hope this chapter clarified a few things. Next chapter, I'll do a little on Narasuma Yirio's past. I just hate it when people say "This man is bad. Period." without explaining why. Surely there has to be a reason?
AAGGGHHHH! I didn't have time to write the sake duel scene this time!
I promise it for next time tho! -x-
So, you finally get to meet the main antagonist… :) C'mon, give me some tips or suggestions or something! Doesn't ANYONE have any wishes as to the outcome of the story? Or …do you just not care…? :sniff:
Oh, and I didn't mean what Sanosuke said about Tokugawa. I just couldn't think of anyone else…XD
I thought I'd better go over the characters I created, just in case; TT-TT
Shojo Kazumi- The oyabun of the Nagoya-district Taikuru yakuza. Hired Kaoru (under duress) as his bodyguard. Feels attached to Kaoru because she looks like his daughter (long dead) Kiore.
Shojo Yekano-Kazumi's son. Similar to Yahiko, he wants strength; but he wants it so that his father will stop coddling him. He doesn't remember his sister very much; but he still feels a connection to Kaoru, much like his father.
Masumau Kagura-maid servant.
Teikura Seta- the oyabun of the rival yakuza, Danai. Is out for revenge because Shojo Kazumi started selling cheap opium as well.
Teikura Ryo-He wants revenge on Kazumi because he thinks Shojo killed his daughter.
Narasuma Yirio-wants to kill Kazumi for reasons unknown.
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