Sorry, I was a doofus and put in chapter one for 3. whoops.

The blue petals were falling gracefully from the flowering tree. Underneath it, there was a young Yume, about 11 years old, practicing swordsman ship with a shinai. Her father would normally disapprove of such things being done by a girl, but she need exercise.

One girl and one boy, both 5 years old, were watching her in awe. Their family was nobel one, and in this time of chaos, their family's power was important to maintain. As of yet, no one has made it past the guards so there was no reason to worry. Until that night, at sunset.

Sweat dripped down her small forehead and she brushed away her few stray strands of blonde hair from her eyes. Tomorrow she would have to be presented in front of many suitors for her to decide upon, but that would have to wait.

She set her shinai down against that flowering tree and walked towards her siblings, Reiji and Kaori. They were giving her praise about how great she was, and Yume kept smiling at their cuteness. She'd give her life for them.

Suddenly, there was rustling in the bushes. A man came out, large bag in one hand and a drawn sword in another. "It seems there will be some young blood spilt tonight!" he shouted, over confident.

Yume panicked and grabbed a katana out from beneath the steps. "G- go away," she nervously defended. She held that sword like a real swordsman, whle the intruder seemed like he had never held a sword before in his life.

He smirked. "I'll play with you later," he arrogantly said. "First, how about those two die!"

"No!" Yume cried in desperation to stop him from acting. In an instant, he lunged at the two small children and there was no time left to think about the future. Only the now and saving their lives.

Without hesitation Yume quickly stepped in front of him and stabbed him in an upwards thrust through the jaw with god like speed, very similar to the Hiten Mitsurugi-ryu Ryutsuisen Zan only backwards.

Blood splattered everywhere. On Yume, on the ground, and even on the on the kids. Their screams echoed as they tried to get away from the grotesque sight. To get away from their own sister. But she didn't move. The mans corpse laid there, bleeding all over the earth, and she felt nothing. All that she remembered distinctly, was his dirty crimson blood, flowing over the fallen petals, turning them from blue to red...

"And ever since then," she said, "These same flowers turn from blue to blood red at sun down. Every day."

Enishi was listening intently and quietly as she told her story. He knew there was more to it, but he wouldn't pry. It wasn't like him to in the first place. He thought he should ask what his real reason for being there was, but decided it could wait. Right now was no time to be asking about hidden motives. At least, not until he knew more.

He sighed, "Yume I-"

"Yume-sama! How nice to see you've returned. Will you be going back to your true home," a voice questioned from behind him. All eyes shifted to the intruder. He had black raven hair and wore western style black pants and shirt.

She let out a huff and stood up. "You know the answer, Lei."

Lei, as he was called, smiled and pretended not to hear her, "Who's this?"

"Yukishiro Enishi," Enishi flatly replied but still with manner.

Lei looked him in the eyes, "Has she told you about Ry-"

"That's enough. You're here to manage the house. Not dig up the past Lei," Yume firmly demanded. She turned away from and walked in through the back doors not bothering to look back.

"Well you two seem to be on good terms," Enishi commented.

Lei smiled even wider and started to walk after her. "Not as good as Sasaka-sama is." Enishi stood outside for bit by himself.

Sasaka. Where had he heard that name before? It felt as if it had come up in the past more than once. Perhaps from one of the rumors that floated around the syndicate? Enishi shrugged it off as something he'd remember but not puzzle over. The answer would come to him soon enough.

Walking into the back room he could hear voices coming from the kitchen. Curious, although he wouldn't admit it, Enishi started to walk towards it as the voices got clearer and more distinct.

"You know he's going to die. Just like the rest." It sounded like that new kid, Lei.

"You don't know what you're talking about. Enishi can handle himself. I won't let that bastard get to me any longer." The determination and hidden sadness was obviously Yume.

"Do you still love him?"

Enishi stopped mid-step. A silence fell until she finally replied, "I don't need him anymore."

"You didn't say you-" Lei stopped just as Enishi walked in. Yume was at the far side of the wall washing dishes and he was chopping up fish.

Apparently that conversation was not meant for his ears. "Am I interrupting something," Enishi asked.

"No, not at all," she said. "Infact, your timing couldn't be any better." She smiled at him and dried her hands on a towel next to the dish pan full of saopy water. "I need to run to the market and I'd like you to come with me to help carry some things. Is that okay?"

"It's fine, Yume-san." Enishi still had his blank expression on, but at least he was returning to his normal self, with out the psycho-ness.

"Good," she replied and quickly brushed past Lei and Enishi out of the kitchen.

Curiosity got the better of him and Enishi asked, "What were you talking about?"

Lei lifted his head and smiled at him, "You'll learn eventually, Yukishiro-kun. Yet not soon enough."

"Are you coming?" Yume called from the front door. A woven tan basket was in her arms to carry the food in. Enishi reluctantly turned away from the kitchen and walked out the door.

The market was rather crowded today. Venders were displaying their silks and tailors were raising their prices for the up coming festival. Everyone would be there as the fireworks were set off into the starry night sky. But that was still four weeks from now.

As the dirt on the road was ruffled from the shuffling of the people, Yume stared blankly into space. She wished that it was an eternity before the festival.

"Yume-san, the vender is over there," Enishi pointed out.

She was jarred from her thoughts and looked behind her. Sure enough she had passed it. "Oh, um, right. Well, what do you want for dinner then?"

He thought about it. It had been so long since he had any Japanese food. The last time he did was when Tomoe prepared it. "I don't care. It's your decision."

She smiled lightly, "Then ramen and dumplings it is." With veggies paid for and in the basket, the two of them went to gather the rest of the needed food for dinner.

After that was all said and done, they began the short walk back towards the house. Feeling that the air didn't need to be so heavy, Yume tried to start something that resembled a conversation. "So where do you want to go after the kite festival is over?" she asked.

"Anywhere is fine," Enishi replied.

"Is there anything you like to do?"

"Anything is fine."

"Are you okay?" Yume stopped and looked up into his eyes.

He looked at her, and then walked past quickly towards the manor.