XV. Dreamily
It was later that night – the colors in the sky had already fallen to the charcoal hue of the twilight. Th moon above was blood red, hanging in the sky like that of a jewel, the encrusted end of a pendulum.
It was not a moment later when Seishiro, holding a levitating feather in his hand, noticed a rustling in the forest, a lingering vibration – and then nothing.
The boy, the one known as Syaoran, had found him at long last – he stood a few feet away, his stance firm and a sword in his hand. He had no doubly come for the vengeance of his friend. It was clear that he had run a great way to come to him, to deal him whatever it was he thought he deserved.
There was no mistaking the boy's endurance.
"Syaoran…I had a feeling you'd come alone."
Not moving an inch, Syaoran answered with, "Where is the princess?"
Seishiro just stared. To tell the truth, he had no idea – not that it mattered. The princess was of no concern to him now – only later would the idea of the princess come to him.
"A group of demons attacked my friend Fai. Are you the one responsible?" Syaoran's voice did not waver, though it was clear that he did not want his worst fears to be realized.
The hooded figure could only reply, "I suppose I am."
"Where is he, Seishiro? What did you do with him?"
Seishiro blinked once, and then looked back at his former pupil, a tone of malice in his voice.
"He's dead."
Syaoran's fears were indeed justified. It was clear that he had held his friend in high regard – Seishiro could almost see the air catch in the boy's throat.
A moment later Syaoran said, "He and I started this journey together. I never learned much about him – but he was a very good friend. And you took his life."
Syaoran raised his sheath, clutching it tightly in his fist. "You murdered him, and I won't let you get away with it. I promise you."
Seishiro closed his eyes, dreamily, recounting a memory. "I see you haven't changed - have you, boy?"
Said boy was at a loss for words.
Good.
"Think back…back to the first day we met…"
