It is the Kakusei era, year 3XXX.
The world has undergone a drastic change due to the series of global conflict, ecological disasters, and the advancement of technology. Modern civilization had long collapsed and the merging of countries, increase in oligarchs and totalitarian regimes, corruption, and warfare was rampant.
Left alone, uninterrupted without pause, was a world unbeknownst to those fortunate; a world filled with demons and those who slay them.
MEDIA DICTIONARY
* Thoughts
* "Dialogue."
* 'Telepathic dialogue.'
* "Past conversation."
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CHAPTER ONE
Himari Maeda, a young flower in the Yaegashi municipality of Ni-Kunoe Prefecture, stood before a grave, offering silent reverence. The somberness of the early morning complemented the mournful atmosphere of the cemetery, evoking feelings of anguish, sorrow, regret, remorse, and heartbreak.
After a prolonged period of silent prayers, Himari gently laid a beautiful arrangement of white orchids and lilies on the grave. With a heartfelt expression, she whispered, "Father-sama and I hope that you are finding peace in your eternal rest. We carry your memory with us every day and we miss you dearly... On this special day, we wish you a joyous birthday, dear Okasan."
When Himari was just seven years old, her mother passed away due to a sudden and deadly illness. Despite more than ten years passing since the tragic event, the emotional wound inflicted by her mother's untimely death remained open and painfully raw, vowing to never heal.
As the leaden skies darkened, ominous clouds emerged and a gentle shower began. Himari unfurled her umbrella upon sensing the first few raindrops, and proceeded along the path to leave the cemetery.
I do not like the rain. I enjoy watching it, but I do not like to get wet. I should hurry home before it begins to pour.
Amidst the gentle patter of rain, Himari's attention was drawn by a faint meow. Her gaze shifted towards the source, revealing a small black kitten peering out from behind a gravestone. Surprised, she softly questioned, "Is that a kitten I see?"
The kitten weaved between Himari's legs as it settled down at her feet, gazing up at her with its pleading, azure eyes. The adorable creature emitted gentle mewls and rumbled with delight, rolling on the smooth cobblestone pathway. "Mew, mew, mew!"
Unable to contain her excitement, Himari crouched down to pet the precious little creature. She gently ran her fingers through the kitten's soft and moist fur, unable to resist showering it with affectionate words. "Neko, neko, neko. You are so cute."
✧TRANSLATION: Unable to contain her excitement, Himari crouched down to pet the precious little creature. She gently ran her fingers through the kitten's soft and moist fur, unable to resist showering it with affectionate words. "Kitty, kitty, kitty. You are so cute."
Before disappearing into the alleys, the kitten affectionately rubbed and nudged against her legs.
I should hurry home...
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The wrought iron gates of an impressive estate swung open, the sound reverberating through the air.
The manor belonged to the illustrious Katōwamuro family, esteemed for their vast wealth and prominence in New Japan. Through dubious means, including deep connections with the Yakuza, the Katōwamuros had ascended to power centuries ago, exerting influence over various aspects of the government. Unique to their bloodline, each direct descendant possessed striking characteristics: vibrant emerald eyes and lustrous fuchsia hair.
After entering the manor, Himari proceeded with her daily chores, and soon she had completed everything except for one task: cleaning the hardwood floors. She prepared a bucket of warm, soapy water and began scrubbing the floors using a sponge. While in the midst of her work, her attention was drawn to the window. The window caught her eye, so she paused to look out of it.
Himari's eyes were met with her very own sky that she watched every day. The sky that was previously a doleful grey was now a serene cerulean sky with wisps of powdery white clouds. The sight brought a small smile to her lips, even if for a moment.
How pretty.
Quiet footsteps filled the air as Himari's stepsisters, Saori and Yui, gracefully descended the staircase.
Saori, the eldest of the two, was a sight to behold, and was befittingly renowned as the most beautiful woman in the Katōwamuro family clan. She possessed stunning features; her warm, olive skin and rosy cheeks glowed, while her slender emerald-green eyes sparkled with beauty. She had long, dark fuchsia hair that was impeccably trimmed and flowed past her waist.
Yui, the younger sister, possessed a delicate appearance akin to a beautifully crafted porcelain doll. Her captivating emerald-green eyes were large and round, while her lustrous fuchsia hair was often fashioned into high pigtails with charmingly curled ends. Yui's fashion choices leaned towards Lolita dresses, and her voice had a distinct high pitch that could be perceived as either endearing or shrill, reminiscent of the sound of a chalkboard being scraped.
The sisters, completely engrossed in conversation, carried themselves with elegance as they flaunted their beautifully styled coiffures and fashionable evening gowns, barely acknowledging Himari's presence.
"Oh, we're going to have such an extravagant time at the opera and then at the restaurant!" Yui enthused, twirling and flouncing around. "We look so, so, so beautiful; we will turn every head in such a fancy place! Especially you, Saori-chan!"
Gazing at her reflection in the mirror, Saori flaunted her long, fuchsia hair as she said, "I know, I know. My beauty does not need to be said aloud for all to acknowledge, they can see it with their eyes alone." With a mischievous smirk, Saori sauntered towards Himari, then kicked the sponge bucket and caused dirty water to spill everywhere. "Looks like you missed a spot," she sneered.
Yui covered her mouth and gleefully snickered.
It has always been this way. I do not know what it will take to please them.
Upon hearing the slow, heavy footsteps descending the stairs, Himari stopped cleaning the mess of dirty water and froze in a paralyzing fear. Acting swiftly, she concealed the spill behind the bucket and positioned herself in front of it.
Descending the staircase was none other than Soaku Katōwamuro, Himari's stepmother. Soaku, a middle-aged heiress and noblewoman, possessed a large and heavyset figure. She bore the distinctive traits of the Katōwamuro family clan, with fuchsia hair, and emerald-green eyes. Over ten years ago, following the death of Himari's mother, her father, Kihaku Maeda, wedded Soaku. Their loveless union was motivated by pure greed and self-interest; Soaku sought a husband to avoid remaining unmarried after her fourth divorce, while Kihaku strived to further his career.
Himari suffered under the wickedly cruel tyranny of Soaku. From the moment they first crossed paths, Soaku harbored an unexplained hatred for the young girl. Despite her dreams of studying abroad and pursuing her passion for pharmaceutical botany, Himari was trapped by Soaku and the burden of an insurmountable debt tied to the Katōwamuro family. The weight of this debt would take years, if not decades, to repay, leaving Himari unable to chase her aspirations.
I have a debt of 421,348,315 yen.
Soaku was adorned in an elegant black velvet dress, complemented by satin gloves that perfectly matched. She wrapped a white fur boa around her neck and wore a layered necklace of pearls, all topped off with a stylish wide-brimmed couture hat. Her makeup was tastefully dramatic, featuring white face powder, rosy cheeks, vibrant red lipstick, and captivating cobalt blue eyeshadow. As she gracefully descended the stairs, resembling a fanciful peacock, she inquired, "Himawari, have you finished the laundry like I asked?"
Himari, wincing slightly at being referred to as 'Himawari,' stood in a respectful manner with her hands clasped. "Yes, Lady Mistress Soaku-sama."
"Did you clean the kitchen counters and cabinets, and all that was within them?"
"Yes, Lady Mistress Soaku-sama."
"Did you reorganize the pantry?"
"Yes, Lady Mistress Soaku-sama."
"Did you clean and polish the fine china?"
"Yes, Lady Mistress Soaku-sama."
"Did you wash, dry, and sort the laundry?"
"Yes, Lady Mistress Soaku-sama."
"Did you tend to all the flowers in the garden?"
"Yes, Lady Mistress Soaku-sama."
"Did you even go as far as picking all the hair and nail trimmings out of the bathroom mats?"
"Yes, Lady Mistress Soaku-sama. I have done everything you asked of me."
Soaku could not come up with any more tasks to give to her stepdaughter, so she rolled her eyes and decided to check herself out in the mirror. As she fluffed her boa and admired her appearance, she noticed a puddle of dirty water on the ground and paused. "Himawari, are you blind? The floor is still dirty and wet! It looks like you have not cleaned at all. What have you been doing these past few hours? Useless, worthless, ridiculous!"
Saori and Yui suppressed their giggles and laughter by covering their mouths.
Soaku's plump neck trembled, causing the pearls adorning it to sway, while she persisted with her severe scolding. "Himawari, if you insist on engaging in frivolous antics within the manor of my esteemed, reputable family, then once you have completed your tasks, you will be responsible for polishing all the hardwood floors in this revered estate!"
"... The s-second and third floor, Lady Mistress Soaku-sama?" Himari inquired with a timid voice and trembling body, feeling the chill of the room seep into her frail figure.
"Exactly that, you inept fool," Soaku angrily expressed. "We will be delayed in returning home, so ensure you complete the task before we come back from the opera and dinner at La Orangé. If the floors do not meet my expectations, there will be consequences. Do you understand?"
Himari sorrowfully lowered her head in shame. "Yes, Lady Mistress Soaku-sama, I understand. Forgive me."
Soaku wore a self-satisfied, insincere smile as she observed her stepdaughter's sadness and dejection. "If Kihaku appears, inform him that we have gone out," she said, her nose high in the air. Then she confidently left the house, her daughters trailing in her wake.
Yui, on her way out, stuck her tongue out at Himari, teasing her.
As soon as the front door closed and Himari heard the family chauffeur driving away, a sense of relief washed over her. The oppressive atmosphere of the manor dissipated instantly, and its newfound tranquility finally granted her the freedom to breathe after enduring such a prolonged period of suffocation.
It is so quiet... I better finish polishing all the hardwood flooring for Lady Mistress Soaku-sama.
That was when Yui's beloved shih tzu, Fuwapo, scampered towards the puddle of dirty water and defecated. Fuwapo was a small shih tzu with silky, snowy-white fur draped over its eyes, concealing its short legs. A dainty pink hair bow adorned its head, complementing the matching pink tutu it wore. "Yip, yip, yip!" it barked.
"Oh, Fuwapo, now why would you do that?"
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After achieving a level of cleanliness that allowed for reflective surfaces, Himari entered the piano room with Fuwapo trailing along. Inside, a magnificent grand piano, adorned with gold accents and coated in white lacquer, shone under the sparkling chandelier. Although it presented a captivating and formidable sight, the history lodged in between the ebony and ivory keys, and the fibers of the finely aged wood were the opposite.
To this day, Himari was haunted by the distressing recollections of her stepmother's violent acts. Whenever she made an error during her piano lessons, Soaku would slap and bruise her arms, leaving lasting marks. The severity of these punishments escalated further when the noblewoman was inebriated. These traumatic memories tormented Himari incessantly.
Wincing, Himari finished dusting the grand piano and closed the door with haste.
It pains me to go in there…
The familiar sound of jingling keys drew Himari to the front door with an expectant glimmer in her bronze-colored eyes.
Could it be?
A tall, lithe gentleman in a conservative navy suit entered. Setting his suitcases down, he made his way towards Himari with tired, weary eyes that appeared to see through her.
"… Father-sama," Himari spoke softly. "I was not expecting you to return from your business trip so soon."
Kihaku Maeda, a man with pale skin, had once possessed handsome features that had now become gaunt due to age, stress, and grief. He had established a reputation for himself in the corporate world as a business and political lobbyist. Being a true workaholic, he eagerly volunteered for lengthy business trips, worked long hours at the office, and happily retreated to his home office to continue his expertise. Consequently, he rarely found time to spend with the rest of the family but when he did, Soaku would make certain that Himari was excluded.
Hence, Himari cherished these rare moments with him.
"I am so sorry, Himari," Kihaku apologized, his voice filled with regret. He glanced down at the hardwood floor and fidgeted nervously, resembling a schoolchild fearing punishment. "I deeply regret not leaving a few days ago as planned. Work held me back, and I completely lost track of time. But as soon as I realized today's date, I hurried back as quickly as possible."
I wish he would look me in the eyes.
"It is fine, Father-sama," Himari answered softly. "I gave her both our respects."
It was not long before the despondency in Kihaku's bronze-colored eyes shifted to suppressed, misdirected anger. "I am always being judged for something! As if going to that cemetery is supposed to be easy on me! How long will you hold this against me?"
Recognizing her father's overwhelming stress and tendency to react impulsively, Himari forgave him with no delay. "Father-sama, I hold no grudges against you; I have no reason to. You have always wholeheartedly provided for me. I understand that you cannot bring yourself to visit her final resting place, yet I perceive it as a sign of strength rather than weakness, for it signifies your endurance through the pain. Okasan would be proud. I am thankful that you have come back home safely!"
"All right, Himari. I apologize for my rashness. I was not being considerate to you."
"It is fine, Father-sama. Have you eaten today, Father-sama?"
The man did not respond, his head lowered.
As she held her father's hand, Himari led him to take a seat at the dining table, and made her way into the kitchen to begin meal preparation. While the rice simmered on the stove, she diligently chopped the vegetables and sliced the pork into thin pieces.
"I— I also apologize on Soaku's behalf," Kihaku spoke haltingly. "I know how she has been hard on you lately. She is… I am sure you understand."
"It is fine. You do not have to apologize, Father-sama."
"Soaku has been going through a difficult time lately," Kihaku continued. "Still, I cannot believe she started drinking again. She promised me that she would stop."
Himari abruptly froze as if she was rooted in place with large, widened eyes. "She what, Father-sama? She did what to you?"
"Soaku promised me that she would stop drinking carelessly… I thought nothing of her vice because this is not the first time she has gone through this. I was a fool to take her word that she did not need any outside help."
… Promise?
While Himari's thoughts drifted, her father's voice grew distorted, and his face appeared hazy. The utterance of a single word evoked a buried recollection, reminding her of a pledge her father had once made, a promise from years gone by.
FLASHBACK:
It was raining.
The scent in the air carried notes of moist soil, musk, and delicate white lilies, while the sun remained hidden throughout the entire day.
Drenched from head to toe, a nine-year-old Himari found herself standing before a restaurant. With the school day coming to a close, instead of waiting for the family chauffeur, she ran off to a nearby establishment to use their phone to call her father.
Soon, Kihaku emerged from an opulent car, donned in a black business suit with his tie loosely hanging and swaying. Upon seeing the pitiful state of his daughter, he hastily approached her with a sense of desperation. "Himari, why are you in tears, soaked to the bone? Where is your umbrella? Tell me what happened, Himari."
With tearful eyes, Himari confessed to her father, "Father-sama, I do not like it here." Water dripped from her short bangs, which were neatly cut in a hime style and reached just below her ears. "Yaegashi is not where I want to be."
"Why? Did something happen?"
"My day at school was awful all because of Saori-chan. Saori-chan has been extremely unkind to me! She has been spreading hurtful things about me, and now nobody wants to be my friend, so I ate lunch all alone in the courtyard today! To make matters worse, she intentionally broke my umbrella this morning, knowing it would rain, now I am all wet!"
Kihaku let out a heavy sigh and gave his head a shake. "What if Saori did not have any intention behind her actions? I find it hard to believe that she would do anything deliberately. Himari, are you absolutely certain that you are not just imagining things?"
"No, no, no, Father-sama, I am not imagining things!" Himari cried, stamping her foot. "I am not! Saori-chan hates me and I do not know why. It is super weird because I thought we would be the best of stepsisters. Our names even sound the same…"
There was a prolonged period of silence until Kihaku spoke. A solemn expression came upon his face as he said, "Himari, I am going to tell you something that must stay between us, all right?"
"Yes, Father-sama? What is it?"
"All of this is only temporary."
"Temporary?"
"Yes. I have no feelings for your stepmother. I am only with her to get closer to my dream of having a prominent position in the government. The corruption within our current administration is unfathomable, and someone needs to make a stand."
While the latter did not faze Himari at all, Kihaku's first sentence shook her to her very core. "Father-sama, you… do not love Lady Mistress Soaku-sama?"
"Not in the slightest. You see, Soaku and her people… are not the best kind of people to be associated with but they are necessary steppingstones for, well, people, like us."
"People like us? What ever do you mean, Father-sama?"
"Good people. We are good people, Himari. Bad people should not have all the power and riches, is all I am saying. Us good people deserve our fair share as well, do we not?" Kihaku playfully tickled Himari as he repeatedly said, "Right? Right, 'Mari? Right?"
When Kihaku's tickling ceased and Himari's fit of laughter subsided, the serious ambience from before returned.
"Father-sama, may I ask you something?"
"Yes, you can. You can ask me anything."
"If you do not love Lady Mistress Soaku-sama, then do you still love—" Himari covered her mouth in shock at her own words, unable to finish her sentence. "Oh, no, no, no… I did not mean to—"
Kihaku knew exactly what Himari was about to ask and simply looked up at the cloudy sky above. A few raindrops swept by the wind landed upon his nose and faintly freckled cheeks. "Yes, I do, and I always will. I miss your mother. I think of her every day."
Himari's lips pursed at the mention of her late mother.
Okasan…
Sensing that his daughter was on the verge of tears, Kihaku consoled her by tucking a lock of hair behind her ear and kissing her forehead. "The reason I am doing all this is for us; so that you may never be without anything. I only want the best for my Himawarihime, so, believe me: one day soon, I promise to get us out of here. Then we will be happy together, just you and I."
Himari's heart found a special place for the deeply moving words spoken by her father, making the challenges of the day insignificant.
"All of this is only temporary."
"I only want the best for my Himawarihime, so, believe me: one day soon, I promise to get us out of here. Then we will be happy together, just you and I."
Overwhelmed with emotion, Himari burst into tears and cried loudly with wet hair stuck to her reddening face. "F-Father-sama… Father-sama, all I want to be is happy with you!" she wailed.
Kihaku embraced his daughter and held her tightly against his chest as the rain began to fall even harder.
PRESENT:
Himari, immersed in her thoughts, wore a distant and empty gaze while fixated on the diced vegetables laid out on the cutting board. In her mind, a distant memory of Himari and her parents frolicking through a sunflower field. The sound of their laughter, the comforting touch of the sun's rays, and the earthy aroma of the grass had left an indelible mark on her heart.
It was so long ago when he used to call me Himawarihime. I have not been called that in years, not since Lady Mistress Soaku-sama turned it into a joke. I miss the way things were between us…
Kihaku placed his hand upon Himari's to get her attention. "Himari, are you feeling all right? You zoned out for a minute."
"I am fine, Father-sama, thank you. I am tired, that is all. Your meal is almost ready."
Kihaku suddenly remembered something and quickly went to rummage through his suitcases. When he returned, he was holding a bell-shaped flower in a jar. The flower was deep violet in color and appeared to be drooping. "I got that Chinese plant you were talking about." Struggling to recall the flower's name, he said, "... Frittata?"
"Fritillaria unibracteata," Himari corrected with a laugh. "I thank you for retrieving it, Father-sama. I am forever grateful."
"Ah, it was not too much trouble; I had an assistant search high and low for it. So, what are you planning to do with it? Are you going to make medicine out of it?"
"Yes, I am. This flower provides treatment for cough, phlegm, and fever. It will be medication for those suffering from bronchitis."
"Marvelous. Have you given any thought about your career?"
With an enthusiastic nod, Himari displayed a level of emotion she had never shown before in her father's absence. "All I can think about is my future and the blinding brightness of it. I am determined to pursue my studies, work as an intern, contribute to the community, and eventually establish my own botanical medicine practice!"
"She would be so proud of you for following in her footsteps."
Himari blushed at Kihaku's words, feeling extremely honored to be compared to her mother.
I am filled with immense pride knowing that Okasan, who was also a pharmacist, would be proud of me. Following in her footsteps is a natural and heartfelt choice for me. During the limited time we had together, she was my entire world. Words fail to express the profound sense of loss and longing I experience without her presence.
Himari presented her father with a delicious meal comprising a bowl filled with a delightful combination of vegetables, pork cutlets, and rice soaked in dashi and soy sauce. With utmost respect, she urged her father, "Father-sama, please enjoy this nourishing meal. You have been working tirelessly."
With chopsticks in hand, Kihaku felt a slight tremble as he eagerly tasted the food. Upon experiencing the delicious flavors, he hungrily devoured the meal with renewed vigor. "As always, your cooking is delicious, Himari! I have missed the taste of it. The food in the hotel I stayed at was inedible!"
Flattered, Himari humbly bowed multiple times while expressing, "I am truly pleased, Father-sama, that my culinary skills bring you joy."
"Himari, you are too sweet of a daughter to a fool like me. Still, I must ask if my little girl loves her father."
"Of course, I love you, Father-sama," Himari replied sweetly. "I love you more than anything."
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CHAPTER TWO
The dining table was brimming with an assortment of delectable Japanese delicacies. Seated at the table were Kihaku, Soaku, and Yui, while Fuwapo, the canine, lurked beneath, anticipating leftovers despite having already eaten. Himari stood idly by, her hands clasped, ready to fulfill the family's every beck and call. She observed the family dinner silently, only speaking when directly addressed.
With a wide smile, Soaku beamed at Kihaku, revealing the red lipstick on her teeth. "My dear husband, I am delighted to see you return from your business trip in Beijing. How was the weather over there?"
"Nothing noteworthy," Kihaku answered bluntly.
There was a long period of silence until Soaku spoke once more. "We were surprised by your return, right, Yui? I thought I had more than enough wine at the restaurant when I saw your automobile parked in the driveway."
"Oh."
"Kihaku, why is your conversation so brisk? Is something the matter? What troubles you? Did something happen during your trip?"
"No, not at all."
As if the mask fell off, Soaku's concerned tone shifted into a more spiteful one. "Why are you being this way? Is it that hard for a husband to speak to his wife?"
Kihaku let out a soft, frustrated breath. "I am fine, honey. Do not worry, sweetheart. I am just a bit exhausted, that is all. You look... lovely, by the way." Complimenting his wife was one of Kihaku's tactics to avoid certain situations, and in this instance, it was his means of evading Soaku's interrogation.
The noblewoman's cheeks would have turned red if they were not submerged underneath thick, caked layers of foundation. "Oh, Kihaku, you scoundrel!"
Yui felt disgusted and uncomfortable, causing her to narrow her eyes and avert her gaze in repulsion. "Hey, can we start eating? I mean, may we please begin our meal?"
"No, we cannot eat until your sister arrives," Soaku scolded. "You know how this goes, Yui. This is how we have always done it."
"Oh…" When Soaku was not looking, Yui snatched a piece of sashimi from a platter and gave it to Fuwapo under the table.
Aggravated, Soaku looked upstairs and called out for her daughter. "Saori, sweetie, come down! Dinner's ready!"
Silence.
"Saori, sweetie?"
Silence.
Suddenly, Soaku slammed her hands upon the dining table and screamed, "Saori! Come down here so dinner can commence!"
"Honey, I am sure she will come down soon," Kihaku muttered, reaching to touch the noblewoman's hand. "You must not worry too much or else your blood pressure will—"
"Be quiet, Kihaku!" Soaku hissed, yanking her hand away from him. "Himawari, stop standing there like a statue and make yourself useful! Go get Saori and tell her to come down here!"
"Yes, Lady Mistress Soaku-sama."
SAORI
Saori was enjoying a peaceful rest on her bed when she suddenly became aware of rustling noises coming from outside. Initially, she disregarded the sounds, but as they grew louder and persistent rapping echoed against her window, she could not ignore them any longer. With a mixture of curiosity and annoyance, she decided to part her curtains, only to discover a young man with his face pressed against the glass.
"Ikuo!" Saori whispered sharply as she opened the window's latch and helped him inside. "I cannot believe you are here!"
"As if I could stay away from you for so long. I could not wait to see you again. Let's continue what we started the other day." Ikuo's hands scoured all over Saori's slender physique hungrily before they began sharing a ravenous kiss like starved wild beasts. Grunting softly, he tasted the nape of Saori's neck and rubbed his pelvis against her.
"Hush, keep it down," Saori warned, pulling away whilst biting her lip. "Someone may hear us…"
"Oh, yeah? Then they can watch."
In mere seconds, Saori's clothes fell in a puddle around her feet, and she was laying on her back upon the bed. She watched her lover climb on top of her with eyes that reflected nothing but a thrilling sense of happiness, anticipation, and love. She realized that she now loved him deeper than before because like a knight in shining armor riding on a white steed, he came for her. He climbed over the tall garden hedges, ventured through the labyrinth of a garden, and conquered the vine-covered lattice to her balcony; his hands that were scraped and bloodied by thorns attested to that.
Ikuo fondled Saori's breasts with one hand and touched in between her legs with the other. His consuming mouth covered hers swiftly. The two danced in their lustful waltz, oblivious to the knocks upon the door.
"More... More, Ikuo, more! Ah!"
"Saori! Oh, my Saori, I will give you my all!"
"Yes, please do!"
Suddenly, light flooded into the bedroom. The silhouette of someone standing in the doorway was cast against them. "Saori-chan," a soft, sweet voice said. "Saori-chan, Lady Mistress Soaku-sama wanted me to tell you to—"
Saori shot up and covered her bare chest with a blanket, causing Ikuo to topple over and fall off the bed. "Bitch! Get out of my room!"
"Sumimasen!" Himari sincerely apologized as she rushed to shut the door.
✧TRANSLATION: "Excuse me!" Himari sincerely apologized as she rushed to shut the door.
Saori looked down to see Ikuo hiding underneath the bed with a pitiful foot hanging out. "You can get up now," she sighed.
Ikuo stood up in relief, rubbing his head from having bumped it. "Hey, who was that? She was cute!"
"That was the maid. Do not look at her with wandering eyes, Ikuo!"
"Oh, she was the maid? Wow, I wish we had a maid like that. Our maid is saggy and overripe..."
"Ugh, just forget about her, Ikuo! You should only be focusing on me. I am your woman, remember?"
"As if I could ever forget that! I cannot forget the cute, sexy, hot, gorgeous, beautiful chick I call the love of my life!" Ikuo dove into the crook of Saori's neck and bit her, eliciting an excited, aroused squeal from her.
HIMARI
While Himari was humming to herself, diligently scrubbing the hardwood floors, a sudden interruption came in the form of a pair of heels. She raised her head to find Saori standing there, glaring at her with an intimidating scowl.
"Himari, you stupid, hollow-headed fool!" Saori hissed. "You embarrassed me in front of someone of high status! Why can you not learn to knock like a normal person or is that too much for a pig like you?"
"Saori-chan, I did knock on your d-door," Himari pleaded, her breath wavering. "Forgive me, but I would not be so impolite as to—" That was when Himari felt a strong blow to the side of her face. She instinctively crouched and covered her head for protection, saying, "Gomen'nasai! Gomen'nasai! Gomen'nasai!"
✧TRANSLATION: "Saori-chan, I did knock on your d-door," Himari pleaded, her breath wavering. "Forgive me, but I would not be so impolite as to—" That was when Himari felt a strong blow to the side of her face. She instinctively crouched and covered her head for protection, saying, "I am sorry! I am sorry! I am sorry!"
Saori rolled her emerald-green eyes and pouted her lips. "Why are you always so polite all the time? It is annoying. You are so pathetic; I do not even care for disciplining you as much as I used to."
Trembling, Himari prostrated herself with her forehead against the hardwood flooring. "Forgive me, Saori-chan, please… I did not mean to upset you. Please, do not strike me once more. I am sorry."
Saori crouched to Himari's level and seized a lock of her hair with nearly enough strength to scalp her. "If you tell anyone about what you saw, I will murder you in your sleep," she threatened in a voice oozing with malice.
"I w-will not breathe a word about what I saw, Saori-chan. I will not tell a soul!"
Smirking deviously, Saori released the lock of Himari's hair and raised her hand as if to strike her.
Himari flinched and cowered in fear, expecting a painful blow that never came. "Gomen'nasai!"
✧TRANSLATION: Himari flinched and cowered in fear, expecting a painful blow that never came. "I am sorry!"
Saori laughed at Himari's frightened response at the mere sight of her raised hand. "Ha! Pathetic! You believe that I would break a nail just to hit you? What a stupid, hollow-headed fool you truly are!" Saori erupted in a fit of derisive laughter.
Himari remained in that posture until she was confident that Saori had departed, after which she resumed her responsibilities. She hurriedly completed the task of scrubbing the floors, pushing through the searing and unbearable pain on the side of her face.
I should put some ice on this.
The application of ice provided relief for the bruise and numbed the physical discomfort, yet it failed to ease the emotional anguish that overwhelmed Himari upon glimpsing her own reflection. She was confronted by a pitiful, frail young woman wearing a dingy apron over a tattered, plain kimono, her eyes conveying a deep sense of solitude and hopelessness.
A piteous, abused housemaid.
I hate everything about what I see in the mirror.
Soaku materialized behind Himari in the mirror, her plump hand adorned with rings resting on Himari's shoulder. The noblewoman, casting a shadow over Himari, inquired, "Himawari, have you completed all of your tasks?"
"Yes, Lady Mistress Soaku-sama..."
"Good, good. Now, Himawari, I need you to go to the market and gather the ingredients for a well-made dinner and a dessert. I am inviting a prominent guest tomorrow, and I expect a fabulous dinner for the five of us."
"You wish for me to go to the market this late, Lady Mistress Soaku-sama?"
"Yes, of course… There will not be an issue, will there?" Soaku's bright pink nails began digging into Himari's shoulders. "You do wish to pay off the entirety of your debt, right?"
"No, no, n-no, there will not be any issues, Lady Mistress Soaku-sama."
"Good, good. I also have a list prepared for you." With a malicious grin, Soaku presented Himari with a meticulously prepared list that could go a mile long. Knowing that Alde, the family chauffeur, was not available at this hour, she said, "Now run along. You will have to make the long walk."
Fatigued, Himari made her way down the basement stairs towards her bedroom. The room, originally designed as a wine cellar, featured a small space with a barred window. In the past, she used to have a proper bedroom on the upper floor, right across from her stepsisters. However, Soaku, in a fit of senseless rage, condemned her to the basement. A futon, a dresser, and an oval full-length mirror as the only pieces of furniture. The coffered ceiling held a dimly lit light bulb, creating a humble ambiance.
Despite its simplicity, Himari remained grateful for everything she had.
Himari held the Katōwamuro garden in high regard and took great care of it. The basement, which had a door leading to the garden, boasted a workstation where she dedicated her time to studying and concocting perfumes and herbal remedies. The workstation was equipped with shelves lined with jars of flowers, essential oils, herbs, and books focused on botany, perfumery, and chemistry.
The young woman approached her workstation, where she carefully observed a tiny sprout emerging from a flowerpot. "You are growing with such grace," she cooed affectionately. "I cannot wait for the day when you blossom into a fragrant flower. Your petals will be transformed into the most delightful perfume... I must leave now."
Himari adorned herself in an attire devoid of the scent of floor polish. Her ensemble comprised a simple dress and boots. Gazing at her own reflection in the mirror, she winced upon noticing the presence of red and violet contusions and welts that marred her skin.
I hate looking at myself, so why do I even gaze into the mirror? What is the point?
Himari's aversion to observing her own reflection did not stem from vanity. Despite her captivating appearance, as she was as pretty as a flower with her long, raven hair, sun-kissed complexion, and alluring heart-shaped lips, there was one aspect that silenced any remarks on her beauty. This was an unsightly scar that extended from the corner of her mouth to the base of her ear, causing others to refrain from commenting on her physical allure.
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Himari thoroughly enjoyed the peaceful and solitary bus ride to the marketplace. Sitting by the window, she absentmindedly stared at the pale, radiant moon, which diligently observed every part of Yaegashi.
The moon is so pretty tonight.
Despite the late hour, the marketplace in New Japan remained lively with bustling shoppers, which was characteristic of the local way of life. Himari, an introvert at heart, navigated through the crowd, keeping her head down and clutching her belongings tightly to her chest. She preferred solitude and seldom engaged in conversation, making herself almost invisible among the bustling crowd.
Himari quickly gathered a variety of ingredients, including scallions, salmon, bean sprouts, and pickles, filling her bags. The only thing left on her shopping list was pork belly, so she strolled through the bustling marketplace until she stumbled upon a butcher's shop. Three slabs of pork belly, please," she politely requested.
While the butcher was busy preparing the order, Himari's gaze shifted towards a coil of rope resting on a crate. As she stared at it for an extended period, her mind became clouded with dark thoughts.
I would be doing everyone a favor, even myself... I do not wish to suffer like this any longer.
"Miss?" a gruff voice asked.
Himari shifted her focus back to the butcher, who was casting a disapproving gaze her way. With an annoyed look on his face, he extended his hand, signaling that it was time for her to pay. Startled, Himari exclaimed, "Oh, my. Sumimasen!"
✧TRANSLATION: Himari shifted her focus back to the butcher, who was casting a disapproving gaze her way. With an annoyed look on his face, he extended his hand, signaling that it was time for her to pay. Startled, Himari exclaimed, "Oh, my. Excuse me!"
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The bus ride to the marketplace was the last ride of the night, so Himari had to walk home. Carrying several grocery bags, the totes' handles dug into her hands as she walked on the sidewalk. Her breath was visible against the coolness of night air.
Oh, I must hurry home. I have never been out this late before. Although I am afraid, if I walk quickly, I should make it home in no time.
Himari quickened her pace when she suddenly heard a rustling sound from the nearby forest. Startled, she cautiously glanced up and noticed a set of large, yellow eyes peering at her through the spidery, tangled branches of the trees. In an instant, the creature with the yellow eyes lunged towards her, swooping over Himari's head. As a result, her groceries went flying into the air, and she let out a piercing scream, filled with terror. "KIYAHHH!"
With a low, soft hoot, the yellow-eyed creature settled on a nearby tree branch. Himari stood there, awkwardly clutching her chest as it rose and fell with fright.
It is just an owl, it is just an owl! I need to pull myself together or else I will die of a heart attack before I am thirty!
Himari's focus shifted towards the groceries strewn across the ground and the apples that were descending the sidewalk and making their way onto the road. "Oh no, no, no! This is not good at all! Lady Mistress Soaku-sama will definitely be displeased with me!"
Amidst Himari's rush to gather the apples, another grocery bag toppled over, scattering its contents. Himari lost her footing and tripped, scraping her knees in the process. The dreadful sight of the expensive items strewn on the street, the pain from her injuries, and the inevitable punishment for her mistake was too much for her to bear, prompting her tears to flow uncontrollably. Hot tears streamed down her face as she let out pained sobs.
Oh, I cannot stop myself from crying! I am so very ashamed. I am such a stupid, inept, hollow-headed fool! Shameful, shameful, shameful, shameful, shame—
"Excuse me, ma'am, are you all right?" a deep, captivating voice, as velvety smooth as can be, inquired.
Startled, Himari's attention was drawn to a striking figure emerging from the shadows. This man possessed a tall and attractive demeanor, characterized by his fair complexion, wavy black hair, and soft, crimson eyes. Adorned in a white fedora, a black cloak draped over a charming beige suit vest, and white trousers, he exuded an air of elegance and mystery.
Oh, my! This man is so handsome, and his skin is the color of moonlight. I have never seen anything like it...
Upon catching sight of a friendly face, Himari's racing heart gradually calmed, bringing her a sense of relief. A blush crept onto her cheeks as she felt the warmth within. "K-Kon'nichiwa…" she stammered, her voice filled with nervousness.
✧TRANSLATION: Upon catching sight of a friendly face, Himari's racing heart gradually calmed, bringing her a sense of relief. A blush crept onto her cheeks as she felt the warmth within. "H-Hello..." she stammered, her voice filled with nervousness.
The man kneeled to offer an apple to her, albeit bruised. "I apologize for catching you off guard," he said, extending the fruit towards her. "Here you are."
"Arigatō…"
✧TRANSLATION: "Thank you…"
The man gathered the apples and assisted in placing them inside the grocery bags. As he helped Himari up, he confessed, "I apologize, but I could not help but hear your scream earlier. What caused you such fright?"
"Oh, it was nothing!" Himari laughed unconvincingly. "I thought I saw something, but it was just an owl. An anxious mess like me is not used to being out on a dark night like this and being alone worsens it."
"Well, you are not alone now because I am here with you. There is nothing to be afraid of." Observing the numerous groceries in Himari's possession, he kindly inquired, "May I hold a couple of those bags for you?"
Himari expressed her gratitude with a fervent nod. "Oh, my, yes, arigatō!"
✧TRANSLATION: Himari expressed her gratitude with a fervent nod. "Oh, my, yes, thank you!"
The man took all the groceries from Himari, leaving her to hold the lightest one of the bunch. "Allow me to introduce myself properly; my name is Tsukihiko Kobayashi. May I inquire about your name?"
"Oh, me? Uh… Um… Oh, I am Himari! Himari Maeda-Katōwamuro!"
I forgot my own name! Gosh, he probably thinks I am forgetful.
"Miss Maeda, would it be acceptable if I accompanied you on your way back home?" Tsukihiko asked. "I cannot bear to see a young lady like yourself venture alone, especially in such perilous times."
Oh, my, he is incredibly kind. I do not want to come across as impolite by rejecting his generosity, but...
Himari became flustered and shook her head, her cheeks turning even redder and the blush spreading across her entire face. "Oh, no, no, no, Mister Kobayashi-san! You do not have to do that. I am sure you are incredibly busy, and I do not want to trouble you with my— Well, actually, yes, yes, yes... I would appreciate it if you could accompany me on my way home."
"Please, you are most welcome to address me as Tsukihiko. There is no need for formality between us."
A warm smile spread across Himari's face at the man's charming cordiality. "Okay, then, Tsukihiko-san. You can address me as Himari."
As they ventured towards Himari's residence, she and Tsukihiko followed the moon's light along a forest shortcut. The surroundings were silent and eerie, causing Himari to startle at every rustle, be it from an owl, cricket, or frog. But her anxiety faded away when Tsukihiko stepped closer, as if shielding her from the creatures of the night.
Tsukihiko inquired, "Himari, may I ask for the name of the perfume you have on? Its scent is incredibly alluring and pleasantly sweet."
Himari glanced in his direction, her lips forming a smile that seemed to hold a hint of understanding. "Oh, arigatō gozaimasu, Tsukihiko-san!" she exclaimed cheerfully, blushing slightly. "I personally crafted it using tuberose, orange blossom, and marshmallow extract."
✧TRANSLATION: Himari glanced in his direction, her lips forming a smile that seemed to hold a hint of understanding. "Oh, thank you so very much, Tsukihiko-san!" she exclaimed cheerfully, blushing slightly. "I personally crafted it using tuberose, orange blossom, and marshmallow extract."
"Oh, I see, you're a perfumer," he laughed. "I assume you have a good understanding of botany, am I right?"
"Yes, mostly," she giggled. "I have quite the green thumb. I specialize in botany and medicinal herbalism, and I have expertise in crafting traditional medicine. Additionally, I have a talent for identifying various plants... Do you see that white cherry blossom tree over there? It is taxonomically known as prunus lannesiana."
"Lovely and intelligent," Tsukihiko commented, genuinely intrigued and impressed.
Oh, my!
Flattered, Himari looked away from him to hide her reddening cheeks. "Oh, arigatō…. So, Tsukihiko-san, what brings you out here this late?"
✧TRANSLATION: Flattered, Himari looked away from him to hide her reddening cheeks. "Oh, thank you…. So, Tsukihiko-san, what brings you out here this late?"
"I am only out for a midnight stroll to clear my mind," Tsukihiko responded. "I feel that the darkness of the night surpasses the illumination of the day."
"Oh, my, please forgive me! I am sorry for interrupting your midnight stroll with my burdens."
"No, you did not interrupt anything, Himari. Helping you is not a burden."
"Oh, my… No one has ever done anything so nice for me."
"Well, people should."
Soon, Himari and Tsukihiko found themselves facing the Katōwamuro manor, as the massive wrought iron gates slowly swung open with a resounding creak that echoed in the air.
Himari deeply bowed as a show of gratitude to Tsukihiko. "Tsukihiko-san, I thank you for walking me home safely. You have helped me so much, but I can take it from here. Goodbye."
As he handed over the grocery bags, Tsukihiko expressed his desire to see her again. "Himari, I wish to see you again."
The words Tsukihiko had just spoken made Himari freeze and nearly choke on air. "W-what? I mean, pardon me?"
"I would like to enjoy a conversation with you over dinner," Tsukihiko continued. "I know of a wonderful café here in Yaegashi."
Flustered, Himari gawked at Tsukihiko with a face as red as an apple. "W-what are you saying? Are you asking me out… on a date?"
"Yes, I am, Himari."
Oh, my, he is asking to take me on a date! What could a handsome man like him see in a housemaid like me?
"Am I overstepping any boundaries?" Tsukihiko asked with an expression of visible concern. "Or perhaps I am too late... Surely a young woman of your beauty belongs to another man. Forgive me for my transgressions."
He thinks that I am beautiful? Has he noticed my scar? Does it not scare him?
Himari examined the man's handsome face, hoping to uncover any signs of dishonesty or deception. However, as she locked eyes with his captivating light-red gaze, she realized he was sincere. "Oh, my! No, no, no, I assure you, there is no one else in my life. I belong to no one."
I belong to no one… That should not hurt as much as it does.
"I am pleased to hear that. So, Himari, may I take you to dinner?"
"Yes… Yes, Tsukihiko-san, I would love to go to dinner with you! But I— But I do not have anything suitable to wear…"
"Miss Maeda-Katōwamuro, I want to make it clear that what you wear is not important," he said. "The reason why I am inviting you to dinner is not based on your clothing but on your company. Tomorrow night at nine o'clock sharp, a chauffeur of mine will pick you up."
"Okay. Will I be picked up from here?"
"Yes, I suppose."
"Please, no! I mean— Forgive me!" Himari covered her mouth in sheer embarrassment.
I cannot risk anyone seeing a vehicle coming to take me, let alone seeing me speak to anyone, especially a man, like I am right now!
"Is picking you up from your residence not acceptable?" Tsukihiko asked with an expression of genuine concern.
Himari looked back at the Katōwamuro manor and felt a twinge in her heart. "Truthfully, no, it is not acceptable… But we can meet at the same place you first saw me, on the road going to the marketplace."
As the wrought iron gates closed in front of him, Tsukihiko bid farewell to Himari by tipping his hat. "Very well, Himari. I eagerly await our rendezvous tomorrow night."
"I do as well, Tsukihiko-san," Himari cried out, her face rouge beyond belief. "Goodbye!"
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CHAPTER THREE
HIMARI
The guest speaker Soaku had mentioned the previous evening happened to be none other than Jiro Adachi, a prosperous investor. Numerous organizations were vying for his investment, and the Katōwamuros were keen to avoid any competition. In order to sway Jiro Adachi in their favor, Soaku took the initiative to arrange a dinner.
Jiro was known for his boisterous nature, bursting into laughter at every opportunity and consuming sake with ease. Himari tirelessly catered to his drinking needs, causing her feet to ache from constant back and forth. However, when the discussion veered towards business matters, Jiro assumed a more grave and intellectual demeanor. Unlike his counterparts, Jiro stood out for his passion and firm belief in utilizing his wealth for the betterment of the community.
Soaku made an effort to shift the discussion towards more avaricious ideals, but Kihaku interrupted her and actively participated in the conversation with a level of energy and enthusiasm he had not shown in years. Soaku appeared disgusted and irritated by Kihaku's behavior, while Jiro was impressed and fully supported Kihaku's viewpoint.
Himari could not resist smiling while witnessing her father's face illuminate with enthusiasm as he passionately shared his benevolent and philanthropic convictions.
Father-sama, please smile more often. Please stay this way.
Upon completing her cleaning duties, Himari hurried to her bedroom to prepare herself for the much-anticipated date night with the enigmatic and attractive Tsukihiko Kobayashi. Unfortunately, she lacked suitable attire for the occasion, possessing only a black party dress and a humble pair of flats. To add a touch of allure, she applied a homemade lip balm crafted from beetroot and rose petals, granting her lips a delicate rouge tint.
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Himari reached the street adjacent to the marketplace in under twenty minutes, spotting Tsukihiko eagerly awaiting her arrival. His dashing suit, in stark contrast to her simple dress, heightened her self-awareness, but her delight in seeing him outweighed any insecurities. "Tsukihiko-san, I made it as quickly as possible," she expressed, brimming with joy.
The man greeted Himari, taking her hand and placing a gentle kiss upon it. "I have longed to see you again, Himari. You look lovely."
"I have been wanting to see you again, too, Tsukihiko-san! I could not stop thinking of the night before, the time we first met."
"Come. I reserved a private table for us in a café with a scenery I think you will enjoy."
Himari and Tsukihiko strolled several blocks until they reached an upscale café. Upon their arrival, a waiter warmly welcomed them and escorted them to the balcony, where a cozy table for two was ready. The ambiance was imbued with romance, as candlelight flickered around them. From the balcony, they enjoyed a breathtaking view of Shibuya's nighttime charm, with its blooming flowers and captivating beauty.
Himari sat down on the seat Tsukihiko pulled out for her, wearing an expression of pure amazement. "Oh, Tsukihiko-san, this place is so beautiful!" she exclaimed. "I did not know that such a place was not so far from where I live. I have never— Excuse me. I am just so happy to be here with you."
"Himari, I will take you to places even finer than this if you are willing," Tsukihiko replied.
The man's words caused an unprecedented sensation in Himari's heart, making it beat faster. "Oh, my…"
It feels as if Tsukihiko-san is not even real, as if he comes from a different realm where men possess extraordinary kindness and warmth, unlike those I am accustomed to. He goes above and beyond to shower me with generosity, purely driven by his benevolent nature. This makes me believe that he genuinely appreciates me for who I am. I am overwhelmed with joy for having crossed paths with him, but I must ask: Is all this too good to be true?
The arrival of the waiter prompted Himari to place her order for chamomile tea with orange blossom honey and a slice of lemon chiffon cake, while Tsukihiko opted for a simple glass of water. After the server departed, Himari found the courage to initiate a conversation. "Tsukihiko-san, may I ask what your profession is?"
"Yes, of course. I am an international trader and importer. The business is extremely lucrative albeit time consuming, I must say. Yourself?"
"I do not have a career just yet, but I did mention my area of study. I plan to study abroad and become an apprentice soon," Himari chimed cheerfully. "I am eighteen, so I have a long way to go before I have a clinic of my own!"
Tsukihiko's smile shifted into a wry, concerned expression. "You are eighteen years old?"
"Yes, but I will be nineteen in November and that is only four months away. What, is something wrong?"
"There is nothing wrong, I just presumed you were older… I am far older than you, Himari. Are you comfortable with that? If not, we can end this immediately."
So, what if he is older than me? I am of age; I can be with anyone I want.
Himari giggled behind her hand as she spoke. "A man your age? You say that like you are ancient or something, Tsukihiko-san! I am more mature than I look." She placed her hand over his and spoke in a more serious tone as she said, "And I do not want the relationship we have to end… You truly are a wonderful man, Tsukihiko-san."
Tsukihiko covered Himari's palm with his and stroked it softly, reassuring her with his gentle touch. "And you are a marvelous young woman, Himari. I am pleased that our relationship can continue. I could not imagine never seeing you again."
After receiving their orders, Himari added a spoonful of honey to her tea while fixating on the chamomile flower drifting in the cup. The lemon chiffon cake, adorned with a drizzle of blueberry sauce, strawberries, and a dollop of whipped cream, was a petite delight. It melted in Himari's mouth, its texture delicate and airy. "Mmm, Tsukihiko-san, this is absolutely scrumptious! Would you like a slice as well?"
"Ah, I appreciate your kindness, but I ate earlier. I am happy that you are enjoying your dessert," Tsukihiko laughed.
Neither of them said anything for a short while. Himari nibbled on her slice of cake and sipped her tea, and Tsukihiko watched her eat contently. "Forgive me for my quietness and lack of conversation, Tsukihiko-san," Himari said softly. "It is just that this is my first date…"
Tsukihiko stared at her in disbelief before forcing an incredulous laugh. "This is your first date? No man has wanted to take a young lady as lovely as you out on a date? How can that be? What, is your father a stern man?"
"Yes, you could say that… I seldomly see my father but my stepmother is twice as strict. She would be angry if I went against her rules, like I am doing right now. That is why if anyone found out about us, I would be p-punished severely…" Himari felt a wave of dread wash over her as she observed Tsukihiko's inscrutable face, trying to anticipate his next words. She could not help but gulp nervously as she waited for his response.
"It appears that your stepmother sees you as nothing more than a child," Tsukihiko stated forthrightly.
"Oh? What makes you say that, Tsukihiko-san?"
"You have reached an age where you can independently make choices. I fail to understand why your stepmother would react angrily and impose punishments on you for not adhering to her rules, unless her underlying motive is to exert control over you."
Himari dabbed her mouth with a napkin, anxious. "Control? I… I do not understand why she would want that but maybe I am not meant to understand."
"Maybe, but let's move on from that topic," Tsukihiko suggested as he stood up. "Himari, let's leave this café and take a leisurely walk It is a perfect night, and a stroll would be delightful, yes?"
"Yes, it would, Tsukihiko-san!"
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As Himari and Tsukihiko strolled together down the dazzling streets of Shibuya, their hands intertwined, they exchanged stolen glances. Engrossed in their conversation, they eventually halted at a charming flower stand. There, Tsukihiko lovingly bought Himari a vibrant bouquet, bursting with the hues of yellow and blue. The bouquet featured an exquisite arrangement of sunflowers, yellow roses, goldenrods, hydrangeas, and delphiniums.
With a blush coloring her cheeks, Himari batted her long lashes at him while inhaling the sweet fragrance of the flowers. "I adore them so much, Tsukihiko-san. Arigatō."
✧TRANSLATION: With a blush coloring her cheeks, Himari batted her long lashes at him while inhaling the sweet fragrance of the flowers. "I adore them so much, Tsukihiko-san. Thank you."
"Anything for you, Himari. Moreover, I find your love of flowers and botany riveting. I promise to give you a garden one day, if you wish for it."
Upon hearing Tsukihiko's vow, Himari's once joyous expression turned somber. The recollection of her father's unfulfilled promise, which left her heartbroken, resurfaced, causing her heart to ache.
Promises are doomed to be broken…
"Himari, is something the matter?" Tsukihiko inquired. "Your countenance has changed."
"My father… You remind me him."
"I do hope that is a compliment," he chuckled.
"It is a compliment; you remind me of the man he used to be."
"Used to be?"
"Oh, did I just say that?" Himari laughed awkwardly. "What I meant was, he used to be like that when I was a child. We used to make all sorts of silly promises to each other, and surprisingly, we always honored them... My father is a man true to his word." Himari averted her gaze from Tsukihiko, hoping he would not notice her nose twitching, an idiosyncratic habit that hinted at her lack of truthfulness.
I do not want Tsukihiko-san to know the truth about me. If he knows, then he will not look at me the same way ever again. What kind of man will see value in a woman who own father does not see value in her?
Tsukihiko gently held her hands, tenderly tracing his fingers over her palm, their eyes locked in a meaningful gaze. "Himari, I am delighted to know that you recognize the same admirable qualities in me as you did in your father. It truly flatters me. Similar to your father, I assure you that every promise I make is sincere and genuine. I will honor each vow I speak. Therefore, trust me when I say that you hold the utmost significance in my entire existence."
Himari was at a loss for words, her bronze-colored eyes filled with glistening tears, as she could only gaze at him in silence.
This man... I am young but there is a love I harbor that is deeply entrenched in my soul. It is meant to be shared and cherished. Would it be fine for me to allow myself to fall for him, to love him dearly?
Is Tsukihiko-san the one? I pray he does not look away from me. If he continues to hold my gaze, then I will know.
Then, I will know.
Their eye contact remained unbroken as Tsukihiko simply kissed her palm. His lips brushed across her hand, the feeling akin to silk. "Come, let me take you to this secret spot I know of," he spoke into her palm as if her hand itself would respond.
Before Himari could take in a breath of air, she was being guided through the twisting, turning path of the woods to a clearing. The forest glade was filled with autumn-blooming cherry blossom trees. There was a shimmering pond and a breathtaking view of the golden, full moon in a sky of stars. Fireflies twinkled and fluttered about in the grass.
"Tsukihiko-san, this is so beautiful!" Himari gasped. "The moon is so pretty tonight."
"You and the moon are not so different," Tsukihiko complimented.
Flustered, Himari turned away to hide her rouge-colored cheeks. "Oh, my, you flatter me."
The man laid his overcoat on a boulder near the pond, then gestured for Himari to sit beside him. "Come, let us sit."
Himari obliged and sat closely beside him. She was unable to conceal her happiness and could not stop fidgeting but when Tsukihiko brought her closer to his side, her anxious fidgeting ceased. "Tsukihiko-san, I thank you for taking me here. I would have never known a place like this was here in Yaegashi."
"No, I thank you for allowing me to take you here, Himari. It is nice to have someone to relish the beauty of nature with. I know of more locations like this, and I would like to take you to all of them in time."
"I would love that, Tsukihiko-san," Himari giggled. "I look forward to going to more places with you."
It does not feel like I and Tsukihiko-san met just two nights ago. It feels like we have known each other forever. I cannot help but feel myself falling for him. I wonder, does he feel the same as I?
Close, they silently admired the last fireflies of the season. The late summer was bidding farewell, so the air carried a touch of coolness that Himari could not feel while resting against Tsukihiko.
It was like a dream.
Himari's eyes welled up with tears, causing a stinging sensation that prompted them to cascade down her cheeks. Sniffling, she instinctively shielded her face with her hands, avoiding Tsukihiko's worried gaze.
The man gently moved Himari's hands away from her tear-streaked face. "Himari, you are shedding tears. What has upset you?"
"No, no, no, Tsukihiko-san," she whispered tearfully. "I am not upset. I am not upset at all. That is the reason why I am crying; I do not remember the last time I felt this happy… Do you think that is strange?"
"No, that is not strange at all," Tsukihiko replied, wiping a tear away from her face. "Your happiness brings me joy, Himari, even if it is in the form of tears."
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It was a quarter past midnight when Himari arrived home after an extraordinary date with Tsukihiko.
The manor remained silent until a familiar voice lazily called out, indicating fatigue. "… Is that you, Himari?"
Upon hearing her father's voice, Himari turned around like a deer caught in the headlights. "Father-sama!"
As he emerged from his office, Kihaku stretched and blinked his eyes. The wrinkles on his sleepwear and messy hair indicated that he had spent the night there. "Himari, wait— You were away? I assumed you were in your bedroom... Is that lipstick?"
Himari shook her head with her nose twitching like a rabbit. "Oh, no, no, no, Father-sama, it is… It is stains from a strawberry and raspberry tea I drank! Yes, hahaha! It is very… Uh, staining."
I detest fibbing to Father-sama, but I must. I cannot have anyone knowing about I and Tsukihiko-san…
Perplexed, Kihaku came closer to her. "Why were you out? Where did you go?"
"I… I went out for a drink," Himari muttered, clinging her body in shame. "There was— There was a w-white peach drink I have wanted to try before summer ended… I thought it would be okay… for me to go after d-dinner. I saw how much fun everyone was having at the dinner and assumed that it would tire everyone out, so I did not b-bother asking…"
Kihaku stared at Himari for a long while, not giving any indication if he believed his daughter's words or not. "All right, fine, but you must ask for permission to leave next time. I need to always know that you are safe. Do not leave without telling anyone of your whereabouts ever again, Himari!"
"Yes, Father-sama. I will not leave without telling anyone again." Himari kissed her father on his cheek before heading downstairs to the basement.
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CHAPTER FOUR
TIMESKIP: ONE WEEK
HIMARI
Over the course of the previous week, Himari and Tsukihiko had been spending almost every evening together. Their activities ranged from visiting cafes and restaurants to sightseeing and traveling. However, tonight was an exception. Tsukihiko surprised Himari by arranging a personal session with a professional stylist. Despite her initial objections, Himari soon found herself in a spacious dressing room, surrounded by the stylist and a team of assistants.
Himari was surrounded by the stylist and her assistants, who buzzed around her like busy bees. They delicately handled her hair, took measurements of her bust and waist, and presented her with images of models. Meanwhile, Tsukihiko observed the scene from a distance, chuckling quietly to himself.
"Oh, you are just so pretty, and your skin tone is beautiful, like a milk tea!" the stylist exclaimed. "I will take great pleasure in dressing and styling you to my heart's delight! Is there anything you would like to start with?"
"Um… Forgive me, but I do not know what I like," Himari answered sorrowfully. "I do not even know where to start. Forgive me."
"Oh, I see. Well, do you fancy any fabrics?"
"I am very fond of leather…"
The stylist snapped her fingers and her assistants left to retrieve the clothing.
An assistant presented Himari with a case of various leather gloves while the other presented her with leather boots. Another assistant wheeled a rack of elegant coats towards her.
"I must mention that all of these articles of clothing are the new, unreleased items of our Autumn and Winter women's collection," the stylist said. "Mister Kobayashi emphasized that he only wanted the best of the best to be presented to you, so it is only right to show you what has yet to be even pictured in the magazines!"
"Oh, everything is so beautiful!" Himari exclaimed. "Arigatō gozaimasu, Tsukihiko-san!"
✧TRANSLATION: "Oh, everything is so beautiful!" Himari exclaimed. "Thank you very much, Tsukihiko-san!"
"So, what will you try on first?"
"That one," Himari said, pointing at a white leather fur-trimmed trench coat.
"Excellent choice, my girl! That trench coat also comes in the shades of black, navy, chestnut, and mulberry."
An assistant helped Himari put her arms through the sleeves of the luxurious trench coat. Giggling, Himari twirled in front of the mirrors and for the first time in a while, she could stomach looking at herself. "Oh, Tsukihiko-san, I love this one dearly!"
"Please, could we have a moment?" Tsukihiko asked abruptly.
After the stylist and her assistants left the room, Tsukihiko positioned himself behind Himari. He retrieved a gift box from his pocket and unveiled a necklace: a heart-shaped ruby adorned with sparkling diamonds, delicately hanging from a sterling silver chain.
Himari was left speechless by the exquisite necklace, unable to take her eyes off it as Tsukihiko gently fastened it around her neck. She could not help but inquire with awe, "Oh, my, Tsukihiko-san, is that— This jewel is real, is it not?"
"Yes, it is," Tsukihiko smirked as he answered, then leaned closer to plant a kiss on her neck and collarbones. His expression turned sour when Himari resisted his advances. "What is wrong?"
"No, no, no, Tsukihiko-san. I cannot accept this."
"Why not?"
"Because… Because it is too much! We have only known each other for a short amount of time, and you are already showering me gifts! Do you not think things are happening a little too fast?"
"I see no issue with spoiling you."
"Fine, but this necklace is still too valuable and expensive, Tsukihiko-san! I cannot accept something so valuable."
"Expensive? Do not insult me. I have more than enough capital to purchase whatever I wish, and I chose to give you jewelry. I find it looks lovely around your neck."
Himari gazed at her reflection in the mirror and realized that Tsukihiko's words were true; the necklace did look lovely around her neck. "Well, I will not wear it," she muttered under her breath.
"You will," he countered.
"I will not."
"You will."
"I will not!"
"Himari, are you not my woman?" Tsukihiko asked abruptly.
"Yes! I mean, I think so. Why else would we be seeing each other in this way if we were not together?"
"A woman of mine wears only the finest clothes and jewelry, therefor you will accept whatever I give you."
"But—"
"The decision is final," Tsukihiko interjected. "From now on, you must always wear this necklace in my presence. Do you understand what I am asking you, Himari?"
"Yes, I understand, Tsukihiko-san… May I ask you a question?"
"You may."
Himari looked deep within herself to muster the courage to ask a question she had been wanting to ask him since they met. "… Why are you doing this?"
"Doing what?"
"Everything. All of this. Treating me with such kindness, taking me to so many places, giving me such expensive things… Why? Why me? What is the reason? No one, and I mean no one, has ever been so nice to me. I would assume you want something, but I have nothing of value to offer. There are so many other women who can give you all you desire, so why choose me?" Himari's tears flowed uncontrollably as she released all the pain, heartbreak, and sorrow she had carried for years.
Tsukihiko gazed at her intently, his expression filled with a mix of emotions that were difficult to interpret. It was as if he had never witnessed a woman's tears before or knew how to provide comfort. Without uttering a word, he chose to express his response by gently placing his lips upon hers.
Despite being taken aback by the unexpectedness of the kiss, Himari did not move away. She slowly closed her eyes and surrendered to Tsukihiko's passionate embrace. As the kiss concluded, Himari's countenance had changed: her bronze-colored eyes shimmered with a golden hue, while her cheeks blushed with a hint of rosy color.
Tsukihiko-san…
Once again, their lips met in a deep embrace, but this time it was Himari who took the lead. With a surge of passion, the couple shared a fervent kiss, oblivious to the world around them. In that precious moment, nothing else held significance as the warmth, tenderness, and vitality of the kiss consumed them. A deep longing for intimacy stirred within Himari, festering in her loins, an insatiable desire that burned with intensity.
His kiss is the tenderest thing I have ever experienced, I do not wish it to end.
Withdrawing from the kiss, Tsukihiko turned Himari around so that she faced the mirror with him standing behind her. "Himari?"
"Yes, Tsukihiko-san?"
"Pardon my forthrightness but I must ask: Have you ever pleasured yourself?"
Himari felt her tingling cheeks becoming even redder. "W-what? Oh, my!"
"Masturbation," Tsukihiko clarified, unabashed. "Have you ever engaged in self-gratification?"
"No, no, no… I have not."
"How come?"
"Because I w-was told— Ah!" Himari was interrupted by Tsukihiko biting her earlobe without warning. The pain was superseded by a strange, unfamiliar sensation that Himari could yet describe.
That feeling… I— I think like it?
"What were you told?"
"H-huh?"
"What were you told?" Tsukihiko asked once more, enunciating each syllable. "Finish what you were saying."
"I was told that it was wrong, a sin. Unchaste and impure." Himari mewled when Tsukihiko's hands began scouring all over her body. She wanted to tell him to stop and that she was saving herself for marriage, but her heart did not want him to stop. Her heart wanted the touching to continue and escalate further.
P-please...
"They are wrong, you were lied to," Tsukihiko said earnestly. "It is not sinful to pleasure yourself. How else would you discover more about yourself, your likes and dislikes? As a blossoming young woman, it is your right to explore your body. You should not deprive yourself of pleasure any longer."
"I should not… deprive... myself of pleasure? Oh, my— Ahn!"
Time stood still as the man fondled and groped her body erotically, but time resumed when he paused and went close to her ear. "Himari, tonight when you lay your head down on your bed, I want you to touch yourself," Tsukihiko whispered. "Think of me as you do so."
"Yes… Yes, I will, Tsukihiko-san." Himari watched her and Tsukihiko's reflection in the mirror as he cupped her tender, perky breasts. The young woman breathed heavily, squeezing her thighs together as a weak effort to quell the simmering heat between her legs.
-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-
As soon as her new clothes were in the dresser, Himari practically ripped off her clothing and threw herself on the mattress. She felt feverish from her head to her toes and the only thing she could think of was what Tsukihiko said to her.
"Himari, tonight when you lay your head down on your bed, I want you to touch yourself. Think of me as you do so."
The simmering heat emanating between Himari's legs grew from a subtle warmth to an intense inferno. She delved deeper into an experience that was once deemed unholy and sinful. A dark, lustful nature started to awaken, bringing with it an enlightened sense of self. If someone were to question Himari about her fervent disregard for the principles ingrained in her since childhood, allured by a man she had only known for a short time, she could not offer a satisfactory explanation.
What is this sensation? I… I feel so feverish down there… I am so, so, so hot!
The barred window was open, allowing crisp air of autumn inside. From between her thighs, the erotic scent of a young woman's awakening left a sillage more potent than the morning dew of jasmine flowers.
Himari tossed and turned whilst squeezing her thighs, whimpering softly. The heat pulsing between her legs coaxed her to remove her panties, and she obeyed. As soon as the cool air of the bedroom hit the warmness of her privates, she began to feel tingly all over. The slightest touch from another would drive her mad, and with the man in question not around to quell it, she had to take matters into her own hands.
I… I have never done this before. What do I do? Do I just plunge right in? No, that is not it. I guess I will take it slow…
Uncertain, Himari moved a delicate finger along the trail of her inner vaginal lips. Shivers fluttered down her spine as she neared her clitoris. Even the slightest friction from when she neared the sensitive bud of flesh created indescribable waves of pleasure.
Oh, Tsukihiko-san. I cannot stop thinking of the kiss that we shared...
As she thought about her kiss with Tsukihiko, it began to feel as if it was actively happening, so much that she could taste his tongue and feel the softness of his lips. She could still feel him cupping her breasts and rubbing the area near her privates. "Ahhh…"
This feels so good…
Himari's expectant fingers continued wandering through her Garden of Peach Blossoms until she climaxed. She covered her mouth to muffle a piercing moan. "I am going to—I am coming!"
I came… My first orgasm… So amazing!
Himari held up her fingers and saw that the two digits were coated in her clear nectar. Aroused, she shoved her fingers in her mouth without a second thought and sucked them dry. She mewled in desire and was amazed at how flavorful she tasted: sweet yet tangy from salty perspiration.
I am… I am behaving so impurely. H-how lewd of me! I do not know what came over me, but this tastes so good! Is this what I have been missing all my life from being so chaste?
It was not long before Himari hungered for more pleasure, so she began rubbing and squeezing her clitoris between two fingers until she felt herself at the brink of climax once again. The young woman covered her mouth and released a muffled wail as she experienced an orgasm more powerful than the last. "Nghhh!"
Exhausted, Himari laid flat on the mattress with her arms outstretched and breathing heavily. An even darker rouge came upon her flushed cheeks upon acknowledging a sudden realization.
… I am in love with Tsukihiko Kobayashi.
*ೃ༄OUTRO .ೃ࿐
𓆩 𓆪 HYDRA - MYTH & ROID 𓆩 𓆪
破滅さえ 厭わないで
ねえ まだこの手に残る欠片だって
貴方のもの
何もかも 失くしても
捧げるものが 在るの
未来だって 命でさえ
焼け尽きた感情も 不毛な祈りも
縋る無様も 貢ぐ愚かも
病んだ声も 穢れた両手も
傷で裂かれた心も
𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳
何もこの手に失くても
時間がまだ 在るのなら
何度も繰り返そう
無意味だって 無駄だっていい
積み上げた日々が 無残に散っても
想いが呪いに 変わったとしても
報いも無く 徒労に終わってもいい
もう貴方しか見えない
暗く陰った この道の先では
どんな光も やがて潰えるでしょう
運命がそうなら
希望待つように 生きるより
尽くしきるの 今を
焼け尽きた感情も 不毛な祈りも
縋る無様も 貢ぐ愚かも
何もかもが どうなってもいい
全て貴方に 捧げよう
𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳