Keiichi nodded to himself. "This would have been around the time of the Boshin War. The ending of the shoguns, wouldn't it?" he asked his mother.
Takano nodded. "Yes, Keiichi, you are correct. The Tokugawa Shogunate was coming to an end."
"I remember reading about it in history class," added Megumi.
"Hmm, it is one thing to read about history. Much different when you live through it. I was in the right place to witness it all. It was a very turbulent time." Takano glanced around the room. "The era of the samurai was ending," she informed them. "And with it, so was Lady Ichijō." Takano smiled sadly as she thought back on her mentor, friend, and employer. "It was a year before the Battle of Toba-Fushimi when the end came for her. And in a way, for me as well.
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Takano hurried through the streets of Edo, her pace quick and purposeful. At twenty-one, she had grown into a capable and confident woman. She was wearing her usual kimono, a light blue with a white floral pattern, and a purple obi. Her hair was long and pulled back, tied with a piece of ribbon. She had received a message to return to Lady Ichijō's establishment. The note had not contained many details, other than Takano was needed as soon as possible.
Rounding the corner, she spotted the front of Ichijō's inn. She slowed to a stop and took a deep breath, catching her breath. In the last year Lady Ichijō had entrusted Takano with more responsibility. While Takano still worked for Kenzo, she had been given a more active role in Lady Ichijō's businesses. There were the legitimate fronts of the inn, the market, the docks. Import and export of goods. But there was other, less than legitimate businesses. Takano had become Ichijō's eyes and ears. And when necessary, her hands, stealing items from Ichijō's rivals and enemies.
Now Takano had been summoned, and she had a bad feeling in her gut as to why. Taking one last deep breath, she opened the door and stepped inside. She quickly removed her shoes and hurried towards the stairs. The inn was quiet. Too quiet for Takano's liking. Usually, there were servants, merchants, patrons, moving about. Now there was no one.
At the top of the stairs Takano moved quickly. She stopped at the door of Lady Ichijō's room. It was slightly ajar, and she could hear voices coming from inside. Takano knocked and then slipped into the room, shutting the door behind her. Inside was Lady Ichijō, Hiroki, and two of Hiroki's best men.
"Mistress," greeted Takano, bowing to Lady Ichijō.
"Takano," acknowledged Ichijō, nodding at her. She turned to Hiroki, addressing him. "Have your men prepared. I want you ready by the end of the week."
"Yes, Lady Ichijō." Hiroki bowed to the older woman. He motioned for his men to follow, and Takano moved aside, letting them leave, shutting the door behind them.
Lady Ichijō moved towards Takano, stopping in front of her. She studied Takano, her eyes betraying her worry. She gestured for Takano to sit down with her.
"The letter you delivered last week to Prince Yoshihisa," Lady Ichijō began to explain, "He had a response. He does not wish to continue our arrangement."
Takano was stunned. Prince Yoshihisa had always been one of Lady Ichijō's most reliable customers. Their arrangement had been a profitable one. What had happened? Why would Yoshihisa suddenly break it off?
"His father has convinced him to end our business," explained Ichijō. She looked down at her hands. "Yoshihisa is increasing under pressure from both the Shogunate and from external powers. He has become drawn in by the Prussians. And the foreigners look to extend their influence."
"But we have done good business with the Prussians and Yoshihisa," Takano stated, confused by what Lady Ichijō was saying. It was true. The Europeans were looking to expand their power in the region.
Ichijō gave Takano a sad smile. "Yes, and what better way for the two to do even better business is to cut out the ones in the middle - me."
Takano nodded slowly, finally understanding. "He's taking control?"
"Not directly, but I can see he and his family are subtly moving through others to usurp me. And the Prussians are helping to financing it. I have seen the records of payments to some of my people. And I believe a few of our own have been turned."
Takano was silent a long moment before finally asking. "What are you going to do?"
"I cannot fight Yoshihisa directly, he is too powerful. Too well placed. But he has enemies. Ones that are growing stronger. And his attention is focused elsewhere. Not here. And not now," Ichijō said, her voice becoming hard. "I have plans to secure some allies in Kyoto. And Hiroki is preparing for a little raid on Yoshihisa's holdings here in Edo."
"Do you think it will work?" Takano asked, concerned. Matsudaira was a powerful lord.
"If done correctly, it will look like the Prussians betrayed him. That will weaken their influence here. And if my meeting with Yoshihisa's rivals goes well, he will have his hands full for a long time."
Takano took all of Lady Ichijō's words in. The older woman had always been a shrewd businesswoman. Takano had to trust her judgment. If Ichijō thought this was the best option, Takano would not doubt her. "What do you need of me?" she asked.
"The docks, where the Prussian ships are anchored. You are familiar with it, yes?" asked Ichijō. When Takano nodded, she continued. "I need your skills of subterfuge and stealth. You must make it look like the Prussians were the ones who raided Yoshihisa's holdings. Make their cargo appear to be Yoshihisa's."
"When?" Takano asked, her mind already racing, trying to think of the best way to infiltrate the docks and do what was requested of her.
"In five days, I will be traveling to Kyoto during this time. Giving me an alibi, while Hiroki will be carrying out the strike against Yoshihisa's warehouses and you sneak abord their ship." Ichijō reached out and placed her hands on Takano's, her grip strong. She looked deep into the young woman's eyes. "You can do this, Takano, yes?"
Takano did not hesitate and answered firmly. "Yes, Lady Ichijō."
"Good. I will show Prince Yoshihisa that he cannot so easily take what is mine!" declared Ichijō with a triumphant glare.
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Kenzo was fiddling with a contraption on his worktable. It was made of wood, shaped like a small box, with a crank on one side. Takano had been going over the shop's inventory of items, but her mind was preoccupied with her upcoming raid tomorrow. She had already visited the docks, scoping the location, finding where she would slip in. And knew which crates had the markings that needed to be changed. She had done such work for Ichijō before, but time felt different. More important. Ichijō was risking a great deal to strike at Matsudaira. It was a bold plan, and if all went well, would hopefully keep Ichijō in a favorable position.
"Takano, where is my jar of grease?" asked Kenzo. When Takano did not reply, he repeated the question. "Takano?" Turning, he spotted her, sitting at the table, staring at nothing, lost in thought. He shook his head, exasperated at the girl. "Takano!" he shouted, making her jump in her seat.
"What? Oh, sorry," she apologized. She hurried over to a small shelf and retrieved the jar. "I was thinking."
"Bah, that is all you have been doing since you came in," grumbled the old man. "What fills young Takano's mind today? Hmm?" He tapped his finger on the table. "Another boy you're leading on? More daydreaming about sailing the ocean?"
Takano frowned. "No, not that. Just thinking about what I'm doing for Lady Ichijō."
"Ah, yes, the would-be noble woman and her grand plans." He shook his head dismissively. "I told you before. Watch out for her. Her schemes have only ever worked out for her. Not you."
Takano's frown deepened. "That's not true! The lady has taken care of me. Taught me. Given me a home and job."
"And in return you are her servant. Carrying out her work," snapped Kenzo. He gave her scornful glower. "Don't think I don't know about the little 'jobs' she sends you on to steal and spy on others. She is just using you, Takano. Do not let your loyalty blind you to her."
"That's not it!" Takano argued. "Lady Ichijō is more than that. She is my friend. My mentor." She crossed her arms and stared at the old man defiantly. "You're wrong."
Kenzo glared at her, his dark eyes hard. "What have I taught you, Takano? What is the first rule of seeking the truth?"
Takano sighed with a roll of her eyes. "Question everything. Never be afraid to seek the answer even when it is uncomfortable." She had heard this lesson from him many times in the last two years. It was one he repeated often.
"Yes, yes. Question everything. Look for answers. Even when it is uncomfortable. But are you, young Takano?" He pointed a gnarled finger at her. "Are you questioning everything? Or are you letting your emotions cloud your judgment?"
Takano was quiet, considering his words. "Maybe... Maybe not," she finally replied. She shrugged, unsure of how to answer his questions. "I don't know. Why should I not trust Lady Ichijō? I have been observant. She has done nothing but good for me. So, I will do what she asks."
Kenzo groaned irritably. "Bah, youth. Never looking beyond the tip of their noses." He held up a finger, waving it in front of her face. "You hear my words, but you do not listen. You do not ask the right questions."
Not it was Takano's turn to groan. "I've heard this lecture a hundred times already, old man. You're being too difficult."
"I am difficult," snapped Kenzo. "Which is why I am still alive." He straightened up his old body, glaring at Takano. "Now tell me, what are you not asking? What do you not wish to know?"
Takano was growing frustrated with the old man's stubbornness. "I already told you. I trust Lady Ichijō. I will do what she asks. Why are you making me..."
"Stop. Think, Takano. What am I trying to make you see?" demanded Kenzo.
"I don't know! You're always so difficult! Why can't you just answer?" cried Takano, exasperated by the old man's stubbornness. Kenzo could be so frustrating.
"Because I am trying to make you think, you fool girl," he replied, jabbing her hard in the shoulder with his finger. "You are not seeing the bigger picture. What are you missing? You have the pieces. Now put them together."
Takano rubbed her shoulder, glaring at the old man. What was he on about this time? Kenzo would often go on rants that made little to no sense. This was probably another one of those. But she would play his game. "Alright, fine. Megumi Ichijō runs an inn and a market. Legitimate businesses. However, she deals with a number of black-market goods and has people working for her to make sure her smuggling and other enterprises go smoothly. She has rivals and allies."
"Yes, yes, you've learned to pay attention," interrupted Kenzo. "Now, the more important question: Why?"
"Why?" echoed Takano, uncertain of where Kenzo was leading the conversation. "Why what?"
"Why is she in this business? Why does she deal with smuggled goods? Why does she take these risks? What does she hope to accomplish?"
Takano pondered the question a moment. "She has always told me she is seeking wealth, power, and respect."
"Yes..." agreed Kenzo, nodding. "Ambition. A powerful drive. Ego and greed. I have known her almost all her life. She has always wanted to prove herself. The illegitimate daughter of a minor samurai lord and a whore. Her self-granted title of 'Lady Ichijō' is a perfect example of her pride." He paused before adding, "She cares for you, Takano. That is certain. But that does not mean she will always be there for you."
"Why wouldn't she? She's done nothing but care for me. She's my mentor, teacher, and friend," argued Takano.
"What has she taught you? How to infiltrate and steal? Is that for her benefit or yours? Has she expanded your mind? Pushed you to better yourself? Or is she just making you more skilled as a thief?" Kenzo questioned.
"I come here every week, you old goat," snapped Takano. "What about all you've taught me? Science, math, reading. It's through her I came to work for you. You owe her!"
"Bah!" scoffed Kenzo. "I owe her nothing. She was the one who came to me, to help her young servant. To learn more about your condition. Think, Takano, what would benefit her more, a servant who knows the arts of subterfuge and stealth or a highly educated servant? One that is well rounded and knowledgeable?" The old man shook his head. "It was not Lady Ichijō that pushed for your education. I did that on my own accord."
Takano was silent, pondering the old man's revelation. Finally, she asked, "Why? Why are you teaching me, then?
The old man's face softened. "Because, Takano, I saw a young girl who needed guidance. Who doesn't know where she belongs. And I know that feeling well. I was like you once. Searching for a purpose. For a place. To find out where I belonged."
Takano's eyes grew sad. "And did you find it?"
Kenzo nodded. "I did. In time. But it was a journey that was hard and long. That is much of what life is. But the rewards are great if you can endure. And I have faith in you, Takano, that you will find your place in the world."
Takano was silent a long moment before asking, "What if it is with Megumi?"
"Then that is where it will be," replied the old man. "But I want you to be aware. Be prepared. She has ambition. And it will drive her. It may take her to places that you do not want to follow. Are you prepared to do that? Follow her anywhere? No matter the cost?"
Takano was quiet once again, thinking over the old man's words. Of all she had done while in Ichijō's employment. She had often performed tasks that were less than legal or safe. At never once had Takano asked what the reasons were. Why Lady Ichijō had need for them. Was that wrong of her? Should she have questioned her employer? "I...I don't know," she answered truthfully.
"No. I did not expect you to. But now, at least, you ask the right questions," Kenzo leaned forward and poked her gently in the chest with his finger. "And here is where you need to look for the answers."
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The night of the planned raid was cool. The sky was clear, and the moon provided ample illumination. Takano crouched near the docks of the harbor, watching the Prussian merchant vessel. It was a wooden sailing ship with three masts. It floated next to half a dozen other merchant ships. The dock was mostly quiet, a few sailors moving about. Takano could see a guard on the ship she was going to board. He was leaning on the rail, smoking a cigarette, looking bored.
Takano had been studying the guard's routine. Every few minutes he would walk a circuit around the ship and then return to his usual spot. There were two other guards patrolling the docks. Takano had also memorized their movements. She let out a breath, calming her nerves. Timing was important, Hiroki would be starting his raid soon, and she would only have a short window of opportunity to sneak aboard the ship and make her changes to the crates. Then slip off the ship. She needed to be careful, make no noise, no trace that she was aboard the ship. Or the whole plan could be ruined. Lady Ichijō would be in trouble, and possibly Takano as well.
Takano moved silently through the shadows along the docks. She had learned much from Kenzo. Reading, writing, science and math. But there were different skills she had been educated by Lady Ichijō and Hiroki. Stealth was one. She was dressed in black, her hair was tied up and tucked under a black cap. Her shoes were light and flexible. They made no sound as she moved.
She stopped at a large crate and hid behind it. Peering around the side, Takano saw the guard on the ship move. He tossed his cigarette overboard and began to slowly move around the deck. Takano glanced down the dock, seeing one of the patrolmen walking away. As soon as he turned a corner, Takano sprinted towards the back of the ship. She vaulted up onto the railing and swung herself over. Landing quietly on the deck. She kept low, watching the guard, waiting for her moment to move. When he was on the far side of the ship, she crept forward towards the hatch that led below.
Takano was down below the deck in a matter of moments. She moved through the ship, listening and watching. The cargo holds were up ahead when she heard voices. Ducking behind a support beam, Takano froze, not daring to breathe. She peeked around the beam. At the end of the narrow passage, stood two men engaged in a deep conversation. And Takano let out a gasp, for one of the men was Hiroki.
He was supposed to be carrying out his raid, not here on the ship! What was he doing? She watched him carefully, and it appeared to be some sort of argument between him and the other man. The stranger was white-haired and looked foreign. Not from Japan. His face was weathered. His clothes were that of a westerner. Takano could not hear their words, but it seemed as if the two knew each other. Finally, Hiroki turned away, and Takano had to scurry back behind the beam, not wanting to be seen. When she looked again, the two men had vanished. Takano took a deep breath, her mind racing.
What to do? Stay and complete her mission, or follow Hiroki? She could not be in two places at once. Her eyes darted from side to side, uncertain. She decided to follow Hiroki. It was more important to find out what was going on. Lady Ichijō plans could be in danger. Takano moved quickly and quietly. She caught sight of Hiroki's big frame as he moved above decks. She followed at a distance. Staying in the shadows.
Takano watched as Hiroki left the ship. She crept along the edge of the deck, hiding in the shadows, watching him. He was not heading towards the warehouses, where he was to be raiding Yoshihisa's holdings. No, he was moving in the opposite direction. Takano felt her anger grow, and she could not believe Hiroki would betray Lady Ichijō like this. She wanted answers, and she would confront him. Takano climbed the rigging and moved quickly down the mooring lines, landing softly on the dock. She sprinted after Hiroki, keeping a good distance away. Twice he looked back, and she ducked into the shadows, hiding. Waiting till he moved on. Then she continued her pursuit.
It did not take long for Takano to realize his destination was Ichijō's inn. She quickened her pace, not wanting to be too far behind. Hiroki would have his answers, and Takano would get them. She slipped through an alley, still keeping to the shadows. The side street narrow, and few people around. Then when turning a corner, Hiroki was suddenly gone. Takano looked about, confused, where did he go?
Suddenly, she was grabbed from behind, and Takano was twisted around to find herself face to face with Hiroki. The big man's face was a scowl of anger as he held her tight by her shoulders. His grip was strong, and she could feel his fingers digging into her flesh. "Little thief, what are trying to do?"
Alway hating his title for her, Takano brought her arms up and broke his hold. She tried to kick him, but Hiroki blocked it. "I should ask you the same! You were supposed to be attacking Matsudaira's warehouse. Why were you on that ship? With that man?" she demanded, her voice angry. "What are you doing?"
Hiroki, leaned back, his eyes widening in a bit of surprise, but he quickly recovered. "You really have become good, Takano. I didn't even know you were trailing me until just a few streets back. And you made it on the ship without being noticed. Very good. You'll be useful," he said with a smile.
"Useful?" echoed Takano. She crossed her arms, glaring at the large man. "For what?"
Letting out a sigh, Hiroki answered in heavy tone. "Ichijō is done. Her time is over. She had a good run, but she's trying to swim against the tide."
"What are you talking about?" demanded Takano.
"Things are changing, Takano. Even you must see it. More and more foreigners come every week on the ships. The shogun is weak. There are those that wish to restore the Emperor. That is the future of Japan," explained Hiroki. "Yoshihisa and others will be leading the way."
"And Lady Ichijō?" asked Takano, already knowing the answer. She was both horrified and angry at Hiroki's disloyalty.
Hiroki shook his head, looking disappointed. "She could not see what was right in front of her face. She should have been joining with Yoshihisa, not try to fight him. Her little meeting in Kyoto is a trap."
Takano seethed at the man's casual betrayal of Ichijō. "And since you see so well, what do you plan to do now?" she asked. Takano wanted to scream, but she needed to keep him talking. To give her time to figure out her own next course of action. Hiroki smiled cooly, "I am going to take over Ichijō's business."
"And me? What do you think I'll be doing while you betray Lady Ichijō?"
"You'll come to work for me, Takano," Hiroki told her. "I need your skills. I can use you."
Takano let out a disgusted laugh. "And you really think I'm just going to do that? Follow you, after what you're doing to Lady Ichijō?"
"She's done, girl," snapped Hiroki. "Be sensible. You're a smart one Takano. You can see where this is going. Be on the winning side."
Shaking her head, Takano replied, "No. I won't abandon her."
Hiroki's eyes narrowed, his wide frame tensing. "So be it."
Takano was suddenly acutely aware that she was alone with Hiroki in a dark alley. That he had his katana with him while she was unarmed. She knew Hiroki strength, and despite his size, his speed. But she also knew he had a weak right knee, an old wound from years ago. She had not been prepared for a fight. Just an easy job of swapping labels on a few crates. Now the situation had turned, and she had to make a choice. Fight or flee?
Hiroki made the choice for her. He lunged at her, making to grab her with his big arms, to hold her down, capture her, or worse, Takano didn't know. She twisted, slipping from his grasp. Darting to the side, she kicked the inside of his right leg, her foot smashing into the weakened knee.
"OWW! You bitch of a girl!" he howled. He reached out and grabbed her collar. "I'll show you."
His fist struck her face, hard. The force of the blow knocked her head to the side. Her vision swam, but she kept her focus. Hiroki had not drawn his sword. He was still trying to capture her. So, his intentions were not to kill her, yet. That was good. Takano brought her arms up, breaking his grip. She spun, lashing out with a foot and caught Hiroki in his lower stomach. It was a weak attack, and he grunted in pain, but it was not enough. His big hands latched on to her arms and he twisted her around. Takano was slammed hard against the wall of the alley. The air was knocked from her lungs, and she gasped, struggling to breath.
Hiroki pushed her down, his big frame holding her down. He leaned close and whispered. "If you would have just come along, Takano, this would have been so much easier." His hands wrapped around her neck, squeezing.
Takano's vision began to darken, her lungs burned. Her head was feeling heavy, her arms and legs weak. She struggled to twist her body and free herself, but she had no leverage, no strength. She was running out of time.
"You were always too loyal to Ichijō," growled Hiroki. "She was just using you. Couldn't you see that?"
"No! She's a good person!" Takano gasped out as her throat tightened.
"Stupid, ignorant girl," snapped Hiroki. "She was nothing! You are nothing!"
Rage built up Takano, reaching a boiling point. "SHE'S BETTER THAN YOU!"
Summoning up all her strength, Takano twisted her shoulder. Pain radiated out as she bent her arm in a direction it was not meant to go. But she forced herself to push through it. Reacting to her movement, Hiroki relaxed his grip. She slipped her hand up to his face, fingers scrapping across his skin. She felt her nails dig in, the wetness of blood on her fingers. Reacting in pain, the big man let out a startled grunt, his hands releasing her, and Takano felt the pressure leave her neck.
Takano sucked in a desperate gulp of air. Above her, Hiroki's bloody face twisted in rage, his eyes glaring at her with murderous intent. His hand went for his sword. Yet positioned on the ground, Takano was closer to the hilt of the Katanna. And she was faster than the larger man. She drew his sword before he could stop her. The blade flashed, catching the light of the moon. Hiroki tried to grab her, but it was too late, and he was too slow. With all her strength, Takano stabbed the sword up. The steel pierced his stomach, slicing through skin, muscle, and organs. Hot blood flowed down her hand, drenching her clothes.
Struggling to her feet, Takano stumbled back, pulling the sword from the man. It slid out with a sickly sucking sound. Hiroki clutched at the wound, his eyes wide in disbelief. He opened his mouth, trying to speak, but no words came, only a gasp of agony.
Standing above the dying man, Takano looked at the bloody blade, looked at the Hiroki bleeding out. She had not thought about what she was doing. It had been pure instinct. Desperation to survive, and rage. She had never taken a life before. She had not even considered it. But she was alive. Her attacker was not. Something settled within Takano, an acceptance of what she had to do to live. She would do what was needed to survive.
Takano knelt down beside Hiroki. The man's last breaths coming in a ragged gasp. She leaned close to him, harshly whispering. "I am not nothing!" She stood, wiping the sword on the fallen man's clothing, cleaning the blood from it. Then she slid the blade back into the scabbard. She took one last look at the corpse, before heading back into the night.
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"You killed him," said Belldandy in a hushed tone. Not really a question. Just a sad statement.
Takano nodded slowly. "He was the first but would not be the last." She fixed the goddess with a penetrating stare, "Do you disapprove?"
Belldandy was silent a moment before answering. "I cannot disapprove of an act of self-defense. I can sense that is what it was. Your words are true. But...that does not make it any less sad. Or that you have killed others."
Takano let out a long sigh. "It is true, I've more blood on my hands than I'd like. However, I have been through many wars, revolutions, and disasters. It was inevitable." Her shoulders rose and fell in a shrug. "Many I fell were done in defense of myself or others. Some were done because I was employed to do so. This was hardly the last time I would use my skills as a thief and saboteur. There are lives I regret taking." Takano paused, and her eyes grew cold. "And a few who simply had it coming. I do not apologize for who I am, Belldandy. I have always followed my heart. And if it leads me down a path, I cannot turn away. No matter where it ends."
The room was quiet for a while. All lost in thought about Takano and her life. The secrets she was keeping. And the ones she had revealed.
"I guess it was too much to ask to hope you had a normal life, huh?" Megumi finally spoke up, breaking the silence of the room. "With all the time you've had. Everything you've seen and done."
"Yes, I am far from normal," agreed Takano with a small smile. "But it keeps life interesting."
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"Hold still girl!" snapped Kenzo has he attempted to apply an ointment to the back of Takano's head. She had a bruise on her cheek and a good-sized bump on the back of her head, along with a nasty bloody scrape. Takano sat on a stool in Kenzo's shop. The lanterns were lit, and it was well past midnight.
"It's fine, old man," grumbled Takano. She had arrived a little while ago, covered in blood, some hers, most of it Hiroki's. "I'll be healed up by tomorrow afternoon. No need to fuss."
Kenzo was having none of it and insisted on treating her and cleaning the worst of her injuries. He dabbed at the bump, which made Takano wince in pain. "That may well be, but what if someone sees you before then? You think they'll ignore a blood-soaked and bruised young woman?" He leaned forward to peer into her eyes, checking her pupils. "Any dizziness or blurry vision?"
Takano pushed his hand away. "No, it's fine. I can see fine," she insisted.
"Hmm, good. You didn't lose any teeth?" Kenzo asked, looking at the bruise on her cheek.
Takano shook her head. "No." She had been lucky. Hiroki could have easily killed her if he'd had the chance. She knew bruises, scrapes, and pain would heal rapidly. But she wasn't sure she could regrow her teeth if she'd lost any. That had not been tested yet.
"You're certain?" asked Kenzo.
"Yes!" she shouted, irritated with the old man.
"Good, good," muttered Kenzo. He sat down, looking at her. He took a deep breath and slowly let it out. "Now tell me what happened. How did you get like this?"
Takano was silent a long moment. She took a deep breath and began to explain everything to Kenzo. About Hiroki's betrayal and Lady Ichijō's plans. That Hiroki was not carrying out his raid, instead, going to take over Ichijō's businesses. As Takano spoke, her anger grew, and she slammed her fist against the table. "I have to help her!"
Kenzo let out a deep sigh. The old man leaned back on his stool. "Think, girl! Think! What are you going to do? Kyoto is far away, and you say Ichijō had gone their five days ago. Whatever trap set for her, has already been sprung. Either it has ensnared her, or she was smart and lucky enough to avoid it."
Takano felt all her anger drain away to be replaced by gnawing fear. She turned to Kenzo, her eyes pleading. "She could be in danger. What can I do? How can I help?"
Kenzo held up his hand. "Calm yourself, Takano. First, we need to know what has become of Ichijō. We must find the truth. Only then can we decide what to do next. Yes?"
Takano nodded, taking a few deep breaths to compose herself. "Alright. How do we learn the truth?"
The old man tapped his chin, deep in thought. "If Ichijō escaped, she'll return here one way or another. This is still her base of power. If not..." he trailed off, not wanting to finish that line of thinking. "I shall put the word out to some trusted people. Have them keep a watch for her. In the meantime, you will stay away from that inn. You cannot know who to trust. If Hiroki has indeed betrayed her, others may have as well. It is not safe for you."
Takano started to pace, frustration and anxiety growing in her. "Kenzo, please, I have to do something!"
The old man gave her a pitying smile. "Yes, young Takano. There is. You must be patient and wait."
And wait she would. It would take nearly two months before Kenzo and Takano would learn of Ichijō fate. She was staying in a villa of some minor lord in the rural Gunma Prefecture. Ichijō was a 'guest' of the lord, which was code for 'prisoner.' Her business empire was being dismantled, and her assets and properties were being divided amongst her rivals.
"She is still lucky," considered Kenzo as he explained all he had learned to Takano. "She could have been executed. However, the lord that holds her is wise. He recognizes her skills and abilities. He's keeping her close, no doubt hoping to use her to his own advantage."
"So, she's fine?" asked Takano, concerned for her mentor.
"Alive, yes," answered Kenzo. "Fine? That is a relative term. She is a prisoner, and her holdings have been taken from her. That will not be something Megumi will tolerate. The woman is too proud."
Takano frowned, "I have to help her escape."
"Bah, that is foolishness!" snapped the old man. "Ichijō is surrounded by a lord's samurai. You are just one young girl. What do you think you could possibly do?"
"Why does everyone tell me who I am!? You, Hiroki, both tell me what I can or can't do!?" shouted Takano. "I am Takano! I have survived death since I was a child. I have been crushed, stoned, beaten, stabbed, and left for dead in the gutter. Yet I still walk this world, I still breathe. I still live. And I can do whatever I want to!"
Kenzo was taken aback by Takano's outburst. He studied her, his dark eyes wide, mouth hanging open in surprise. He closed his mouth and nodded. "Alright, yes, what do you want to do?"
Takano turned to the old man. "I want to get Lady Ichijō out of there. I need your help, Kenzo."
"My help? Hmm, what can this foolish old man do?" he wondered.
"Get me a map. One of the Gunma Prefecture," she told him. "I have an idea..."
Five days later found Takano in the province of Gunma. She was hiding in the underbrush of the forest. Night had fallen, and she watched the villa where Ichijō was being held. From her vantage point she could see a lone horse drawn cart slowly making its way up on the road leading to the country house. The guardsmen were lax in their duties. It had been a quiet and they were tired and bored. They looked at the approaching cart with little interest. The cart pulled up to the gates and the driver called for entry.
The guards came and looked over the cart and its driver. Takano had to smile. Kenzo was playing his part perfectly. He had disguised himself as a vendor of wine and other spirits. The plan was simple, get Kenzo inside, where his cart would have an unfortunate accident and keep the attention of the guards while Takano would find and free Ichijō. The guards were checking the cart's contents, poking through the bottles of wine and liquor. They were mostly empty, but a few did contain the liquid they claimed. Takano knew the guards would not pass up the chance to get a few free drinks.
A loud crash drew Takano's attention. Kenzo had slipped from the cart, and it had tipped, spilling its contents on the ground. Takano smiled, the guards would be occupied, and Kenzo would keep an eye on them, make sure they stayed distracted. Takano moved silently through the edge of the forest, coming out of the woods behind the house. She slipped over the wall and ducked down, hiding in the bushes that surrounded the compound.
The grounds were dark. The guards were all at the front, where Kenzo was distracting them. Takano crept along in the shadows, making her way to the main building. Her black clothes hid her in the darkness. She quickly scaled a large cherry tree that grew near the second story balcony. Leaping from one of the branches, she grabbed the railing, swinging herself over. Takano paused, waiting, listening. She heard nothing. No shouts, no alarms, no movement. She had not been seen. She opened the sliding door, entering the house. It was a large home, and she moved cautiously through the corridors. She had a vague idea of the layout. From the information Kenzo had been able to gather. The room Takano was looking for was on this floor. She hoped she was right. She was risking a great deal. For her. For Ichijō.
Takano found the room. She slid the door open and stepped inside. She froze, hearing movement. It was a bedroom, and a figure was lying in the bed. She could see the covers move as the person rolled over. Takano stepped closer to the bed. There, in the dim light, she could make out the face of Megumi Ichijō.
"Takano?" said a clearly surprised Ichijō.
"Shh, we must hurry," whispered Takano. She helped the older woman up. Ichijō did not look good, her face gaunt and her eyes glassy.
"What are you doing here?" Ichijō asked, her words slurring slightly.
"Rescuing you. Can you walk?" Takano replied, keeping her voice low. "We have to go, now!"
Ichijō moved slowly, struggling to stand. "How did you...?"
"I'll explain later, we have to go now!" urged Takano. She helped the older woman, supporting her. Ichijō leaned heavily on Takano, and they moved through the house. Heading towards the balcony, they turned down a corridor and came face to face with two armed guards. Both sides stood frozen a moment in shock.
Takano reacted first, charging the two guards. Ichijō stumbled to the side, getting out of her way. The first guard swung his sword at Takano, but she ducked, dodging the strike. She lashed out with a kick, knocking the guard's feet out from under him. He hit the floor, hard, the sword falling from his hands. The second guard moved forward, his sword raised, ready to strike.
Takano rolled, grabbing the fallen sword, coming up in a kneeling position, holding the blade before her. The guard attacked, bringing his weapon down in a powerful strike. Takano blocked the blow and felt the shock of the impact. It nearly tore the sword from her hands. The guard drew back, preparing for another attack.
Moving fast, Takano went on the offensive. She charged the man, driving her shoulder into his chest. It was not the best way to attack, the man was large and heavy set, and Takano was slight of frame. But it was enough as the guard was not prepared for the sudden assault. He staggered back and Takano pressed her attack. But she was waylaid by the first guard, who had stumbled back on to his feet and now grabbed her from behind. Struggling, Takano twisted her body, breaking free of his hold, and kicked him again. He stumbled back, crashing to the ground.
Now the second guard had regained his balance and rushed at her. Takano realized she was left open from fending off the first guard. She could not block the incoming blow. The guard's sword came at her, and Takano braced herself for the strike. Then suddenly, Ichijō was there, trying to knock the bigger man back. The guard faltered, his swing missing Takano and instead cutting into Ichijō. The older woman gave out a hoarse cry in pain that was mirrored by Takano. Ichijō fell to the floor, blood soaking her clothes. Takano screamed in rage and lunged at the guard. Her attack was sloppy, and he easily deflected the blow. But it was not the point of Takano's blade that would be his downfall, but the head-butt that smashed his nose. The guard stumbled back, clutching his bloody face. Takano spun, and her sword found its mark, cutting deep into the guard's chest.
Takano dropped her sword and rushed to Ichijō side. She gently lifted the woman, and Ichijō winced in pain. "Hold on, we're going to get you out of here. Get you some help," Takano promised.
"Takano..." breathed Ichijō. Her voice weak, her eyes heavy. "Go..."
"No! I'm not leaving you," snapped Takano. She struggled to lift the older woman.
"So...stubborn," wheezed Ichijō. Her eyes drifted shut. "So...loyal."
"I'm not going to let you die," grunted Takano as she managed to get the woman into her arms, supporting her. She had to get Ichijō out of here. Takano knew the woman was bleeding badly and needed medical attention. Takano moved as fast as she could, half carrying and half dragging the wounded woman down the hall.
They reached the balcony, and Takano helped Ichijō down to the ground. It was a slow process, and Takano could hear shouts behind her, more guards. Kenzo would not be able to keep the guards at the gate busy for much longer.
Dropping down from balcony, Takano found Ichijō had half stumbled, half crawled to the base of the cherry tree. Takano went to lift the woman when Ichijō brought her leg up and kicked Takano. It was not a strong kick, but it did push the girl away from her.
"I said go," ordered Ichijō.
"Not without you," snapped Takano, reaching for her mentor.
"It's too late, Takano," breathed Ichijō weakly. "I was...never going to leave...here. They were only holding me here until they could execute me quietly. This was just... to buy them time."
"No! No! I don't care! I'm not leaving you!" cried Takano, tears falling down. She couldn't accept this. Not after all she had gone through.
The old woman managed to push herself up, meeting Takano tear filled eyes. "You have to, Takano. You're young, with your whole life ahead of you. You have so much more to learn. You have a gift, a blessing," explained Ichijō, her breathing becoming shallow and labored.
Takano's lip trembled and her eyes burned. "Please...Megumi. I'll stay with you. I can't..."
"Yes...You...Can," Ichijō's voice had dropped to a whisper. "You risked your life... for me. Don't throw it away..."
"I'm sorry," sobbed Takano, taking her patron, her mentor, her friend and pulling her close. Takano held the older woman, her body shaking. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," she whispered over and over, as if it was a chant. From the balcony above came sounds of the guards. Takano had to go. She pulled away, gently placing the dying Ichijō on the ground, propped up against the trunk of the tree.
"Thank you, Takano," said the woman, her voice a faint whisper. "For everything."
Takano nodded, not trusting herself to speak. She turned and ran, disappearing into the forest.
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"So that was it," finished Takano, her voice barely more than a whisper. "Megumi Ichijō died there, under the Cherry Blossom Tree. I felt as if I died there as well. Everything I had done for the last seven years of my life had been for her. And I failed her and then she was gone. I could have stayed, fought until I was captured and killed. Or just let the samurai kill me. It would have been easy. But her last words to me kept echoing in my mind. So, I kept on. I went on."
The room was quiet, a somber silence. The events from so long ago still had a profound impact Keiichi's and Megumi's mother. She wiped away a stray tear. Sitting next to her, Keima pulled a headkerchief from his coat pocket and offered to her. Takano gave him a slight nod, taking the handkerchief, dabbing her eyes.
"As you once told me," began Keima to his wife as he put his arm around her. "Risking your life to save someone, even if you fail, shows your resolve."
"And all the more reason to continue living," finished Takano. She smiled affectionately at her husband. "You're one told me that long ago, remember?"
"Of course," replied Keima. "And it is still true."
Megumi, watching her parents, could not help but smile. Then she grew thoughtful. "Keima, did you know about mom when you met her? I mean how she had lived for so long?"
Straightening up, the older man gave a small laugh to his daughter. "No, not exactly." He gave his wife a sideway glance. "Understanding Takano is not something you do in a day. Or a month. Or even a year." He smiled broadly, "In fact, it has taken me most of my life to come to an understanding of the woman."
Takano rolled her eyes. "Oh, and I'm the difficult one?"
"Well, it is true," teased Keima.
"So how did you and Keima exactly meet?" questioned Keiichi. He looked between his sister, to Belldandy, and the others in the room. "You would never tell us how you got together when we were kids. You always changed the subject. After a while we just gave up asking."
Keima shook his head firmly. "It was not a story that was age appropriate for children."
"And it was classified," added Takano.
Giving his wife a reproachful glance, Keima continued, "With the beheadings of those zombies."
"Zombies!" exclaimed both Morisato siblings.
'He's exaggerating," countered Takano. "Not that much beheading, more stabbing and slicing. Besides," and she waved a hand at her husband, "it's the reason you are not allowed near high explosives."
"You cut one red wire by mistake," grumbled Keima as he crossed his arms.
Skuld grabbed on to Keiichi's arm, sheer amazement on the young goddess's face. "How? How do you have parents this cool, and you are such a dud?"
"Gee, thanks Skuld," muttered Keiichi. Urd, however, did not try and hide her mirth as she laughed. Even Belldandy could not help but smile.
"Hey," protested Keiichi. He pointed to his parents. "I have years of memories of them being completely boring and normal. Never any talk of being ninja's, or vampires, or whatever."
Megumi and Keiichi looked at each other and came to an agreement. Their mother's life was truly amazing, and they had to hear more. They both turned back to Takano. "So, what happened after Lady Ichijō died?"
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It took Takano several weeks to get out of her depressed funk. And her shift in attitude would come in a most unusual way. She stayed with Kenzo, often just sweeping the floor of his little shop over and over again, not even realizing she was doing it. The old man did not seem to mind, letting her grieve. Until one day a man entered through Kenzo's door, well-dressed and wore a hat. A peculiar one, noted Takano as she eyed the new visitor. The hat was of a type worn by foreigners and was black and wide brimmed, with a rounded top. It was an odd sight to see a Japanese man wear one.
But Kenzo was quick to his feet upon seeing the man, warmly greeting him. "Tsuda Sen, it's been too long, how are you?"
"Ah, Kenzo, you old fool. Still, peddling your useless junk I see," greeted the man named Tsuda in a friendly manner. He turned and noticed Takano, a gave her a quick bow. "You even have some help? About time."
Takano bowed back and watched as Kenzo started rummaging around in a shelf where he kept some of the finer items in his shop. "Yes, yes. This is Takano. She's been staying with me for a while." The older man turned, holding a small book with foreign words on it. It would be one many Japanese would not be able to make any sense of, but for Takano it was easy to read. The title was in English - 'McGuffey's Newly Revised Eclectic Primer'
"This was one you asked me to find, was it not?" asked Kenzo as he held the book out.
Tsuda quickly stepped forward, taking it. "Ah, yes! It is!" The man looked overjoyed. "I had hoped you would come across it."
Finding herself curious, Takano asked, "What's it for?"
"Oh, it is a learning aid," explained Tsuda. He held it up for her. "It is a teaching tool for children. And this one was very popular in the Americas."
"America?" questioned Takano, she looked at the book with a renewed interest. "You have been there?" Takano's fascination with the foreign lands was never sated. Kenzo was young he had traveled by ship to a country called England and then traveled through the nearby lands. She had been captivated by the old man's tales and stories of the far-off lands.
Tsuda smiled, "Not yet, but I plan to go soon. I've been hired as an interpreter for the Tokugawa bakufu and will be traveling with the shogun's delegation."
Takano's eyes widened. "To meet the Americans?"
"Yes," nodded Tsuda, "I have been studying English for some time." He held up the book. "While there I hope to learn more about their schools. It will help with our own. One must have a strong foundation for a building, and education is the same way. One must know the basics before they can reach higher."
Takano's interest was piqued. "May I look," she asked Tsuda of his book.
Tsuda gave Kenzo a careful look, "You have taught her?"
Kenzo gave a short nod. "She is an adept pupil. Very bright. She has learned a great deal and has a talent for languages. She can read and write in English, and she is studying Russian with me."
"Truly?" remarked Tsuda in surprise. Turning his full attention to Takano, "You must be something special to have the great Kugyō Kenzo Kiyohara teach you." The man turned to Kenzo, a question in his eyes, which the old man answered with a short nod. "Then you understand the importance of such an education, young Takano?"
"I do," replied Takano. She gave Kenzo an affectionate smile. "The old man berates me all the time about it." Kenzo laughed at her words.
"Then you would be willing to do more?" Tsuda questioned her, his tone growing serious.
"More?" asked Takano. She had not been expecting this line of questioning.
"Yes," Tsuda replied. He glanced at Kenzo. "You have taught her, but can she teach others?"
Kenzo regarded Takano and Tsuda for a moment. His face set in a serious look. "Takano is many things. She quick learner and can be quite fearless. There are few things that will stand in her way when she decides to do something." The old man's face softened, and he smiled, "But she is still young and can still be impulsive."
"I am standing right here, you old goat," groused Takano.
"See," laughed Kenzo, pointing at her. "Impulsive and she bites."
"Kenzo is right," said Tsuda. "You are young. But sometimes youth can be an asset. As the young can adapt and overcome in ways the old cannot." Tsuda paused a moment, his eyes on Takano, considering her. "And sometimes, the young can teach the old." He turned to Kenzo, "What do you think, my friend?"
Kenzo was thoughtful, his eyes on Takano, considering. "Takano, what is your wish?"
"To live," answered Takano with no hesitation. "To see, to understand."
Kenzo gave her a knowing smile. He knew this was exactly what she needed after the loss of Ichijō. He turned to Tsuda, "I think you have found yourself a new teacher, Tsuda."
Takano's mouth fell open, surprised. "Teacher? What? I..." she trailed off. Kenzo and Tsuda both looked at her expectantly, and Takano took a moment to compose her thoughts. "I'm not sure I'd be a good teacher."
"Well, the only way to know is for you to try," Tsuda told her. He placed a hand on her shoulder. "It will not be easy, but nothing worthwhile ever is."
Tsuda's words echoed those of Lady Ichijō. And just for a moment, Takano could almost feel her mentor's spirit standing behind her. Urging her on, telling her to go forward. Takano let out a breath, and then she nodded. "I will do it. I'll be your teacher," she said to Tsuda.
Thus, Takano started her career as a teacher and tutor. While Kenzo had taught her a great deal, a rarity for a woman in Japan at the time, Takano would find most of her skills with languages put to use. She would work for Tsuda Sen, a prominent politician and scholar. While he was away in America, she worked to teach other interpreters English and Russian. And she would also be a tutor to his young daughter, Tsuda Umeko.
In the midst of Takano reinventing herself, going from thief, to tutor and teacher, the country was in turmoil. The Boshin War would begin and the Tokugawa Shogunate, which had governed Japan for centuries, would fall. The country would enter a new age. The Meiji Restoration. It was a time of great change and upheaval. The new Emperor would move the seat of the government to Edo an rename the city to Tokyo. And Takano would find herself now tutoring and teaching the new political leaders and their children. Both teaching and learning along the way.
Yet for the whirlwind of changes to Takano's life, the most significant and tragic would be the death of Kenzo. Her tutor's health began to fail him, just as Takano's life was accelerating into her new role. He developed a cough that did not go away, and he was cold even on the warmest of days. Her new duties would pull her away from the old man and Takano regretted that deeply.
Visiting him one day in little dusty shop, Takano came to the realization of just how bad the older man had gotten. He was lying in his futon, with a blanket wrapped around him. He was so pale and thin. It was heartbreaking to see the man this way. Takano had grown so very close to Kenzo.
"Here," Takano said as she sat down next to his bedding, bringing him a bowl of hot noodles. "This will warm you up. It's the good kind you like, with the pork and eggs."
Kenzo weakly pushed himself up, "Mmm, that sounds good. Thank you, Takano."
Takano smiled and held out the bowl to him. But Kenzo could barely lift his arm to reach it. Takano frowned and then scooped up a bit of noodles and offered them to the man. "Here, you old goat," she said, softly.
He took a bite, and his face brightened a bit. "This is good. You always did make good noodles." Takano smiled, but her eyes were sad. Kenzo gave her a sympathetic look. "Come now, child. Don't be sad. This old goat is not long for the world."
"Don't say that!" Takano scolded him.
"Oh, still so obstinate," sighed Kenzo. "It is the way of the world. Everyone and everything must eventually pass on. That is the order of things."
Takano lowered her head, feeling the tears burning in her eyes. "I know. But I don't have to like it." She sniffled, trying not to cry. "I'm sorry, I should have been here more for you," Takano apologized.
Kenzo shook his head. "No... No... Takano, I'm so proud of you. Throughout your life you have always turned tragedies into a betterment for yourself." The older man gave her a weak smile, his voice raspy. "You have grown into an amazing woman." Now Kenzo's eyes brimmed with tears, his smile trembling. "I should be the one asking you for forgiveness. I know I was a difficult and stubborn man to work for and to learn under. But you were just as headstrong..." His voice cut off as a deep set of coughs racked his body. Takano set the bowl of noodles aside and reached out to steady Kenzo, to keep him from falling over.
Once the coughing subsided, Takano helped him lay back down. Kenzo let out a ragged breath, his voice now coming out in raspy whisper. "I saw...you as...the daughter...I never had."
Takano was not able to stop the tears now. They rolled freely down her face, but she did not care. She had no reason to hold back. Kenzo had been there for her, when she had no one. When Ichijō was taken from her. He had helped her. Given her a new purpose, a new life. "You were more than a teacher to me. You were my friend, and my father. I...I love you." The tears were coming harder now, and Takano was having trouble seeing.
Kenzo lifted his hand, placing it on Takano's arm, giving her a light squeeze. "As I love you, Takano. I have been blessed... to know you...to see you grow." He took a deep breath, steading himself. "You have a great gift, Takano. How you can heal. How no sickness touches you. I know you wanted answers...and I could not give them. But I know you will...one day...find them." The old man closed his eyes, his voice trailing off, "One day..."
Kenzo's hand slipped from her arm and fell back. Takano reached for the man, pulling him to her. She hugged him tightly, holding him. "Thank you, thank you," she whispered to him over and over. "Thank you for everything." Her body trembled, and she clung to him, and he clung back to her. The two of them, sharing one last moment in this world together. Then, slowly, Takano felt Kenzo's arms slip from her. She pulled back from the older man, and his eyes were closed. He looked at peace. "Goodbye, Kugyō Kenzo Kiyohara."
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Takano let out a long sigh as she finished her story. "All my years I've lost many, many friends. And it's never gotten easier."
Belldandy spoke softly. "But that is a good thing. That it still hurts. It means how much you love and care for them. Your heart has not closed itself off to the pain."
"Not always," countered Takano, her eyes still sad. "There have been times my heart has been like a stone. And I was not so kind as I should have been. And it is not a good thing." She shook her head, clearing her thoughts. "But that is still to come in my story." A small smile pushed it way on to her face. "But what comes next is where things get exciting."
"What happened?" asked Megumi.
"I would leave Japan and be gone for many years." She turned to Keiichi and with a growing grin she added, "You see, I was a member of a little diplomatic party, called the Iwakura Mission."
Her son's mouth opened and closed several times in stunned silence. Keiichi's odd, open-mouthed expression was comical, and Belldandy gave a quizzical look, not quite sure what was happening to her new husband. The others in the room watched in bemusement as well. Finally, Keiichi found his voice, "You? You were on the Iwakura Mission?"
Takano's grin was broad. "Yes. Yes, I was."
Rasing a trembling hand, with an outstretched finger pointed at Takano, a series of syllables passed through Keiichi's lips. "You...But...How...Why...Should...What..."
Takano raised an eyebrow, "Are you quite alright, Keiichi?"
"No! No, I am not!" Keiichi exclaimed. "I worked on that report for a month. I asked you for help. And you said you didn't know anything about it. And now I find out you were part of the whole thing!"
Tilting her head slightly, Takano's lips quirked up into a small smile. She gave her son a mischievous wink. "I was not going to do your homework for you."
"I... but...that's not fair," Keiichi protested.
"What was the Iwakura Mission? And why is it sending Keiichi into fits?" asked Peorth from the back of the gathered group.
Keiichi turned to the rose goddess and with a shake of his head began to explain. "The Iwakura Mission was a Japanese diplomatic voyage to the rest of the world that started 1871. It was a very important moment in history. The new government had just taken over and the world was changing, with Japan being left behind. The mission was meant to learn from the west, and to renegotiate some of our treaties. They went to the United States, Great Britain, France, Germany..." He trailed off and returned to glaring at his mother. "When I was in middle school I had to do a report on the mission. I was fascinated by it and wanted to know more."
"I know," agreed Takano calmly. "I was so proud. You were so diligent in your research and study. You showed a real passion for it."
"But you could have help me... You would know more than anyone!"
Still looking amused, Takano replied, "Well I don't know about that. While I went as a translator, there were many meetings and such that I was not privy to. And to be honest, while I started out with the Iwakura Mission, I would find myself going in a very different direction..."