A field just beyond the creek. Though it wasn't easily seen at first, what with all the trees around. While the small river ran down the mt, through the forest, and lined the side of Edokyo, the Field fit snugly as it was pitted in a few acers between the mt and the forest. Forest covering a little over 1/2 (the front and right) of the scenery... Mt covering a little over 1/4th. The Field, itself, was pretty big. A bit bumpy in appearence with a solid dirt road going down the center of it into the woods beyond, it was also dotted with pieces of fence that ominusly didn't block anything important. In the Center of the Field is a large tree (not something that can easily be cut down). And a small storage shack was built near the mt's side to hold gardening supplies.

People came here occationally - some even practiced fighting here. And the cops usually never bothered coming around this area.

*the clinging of metal taps while a stranger rides through the field and into the town*

*Fumetsu Arrives at the field and meets a shadow under a tree. The shadowed figure hold s it's hand out. Fumetsu stops the horse and walked to under the tree becoming a shadow himself and he kneels. The figure place it's hand on Fumetsu and he rose*

Fumetsu: My dreams are getting the better of me by the day. The name....has repeated itself in my head many times over. Who is this Hiko? All I know is that he's one of the legendary swordsmen of japan. I must know.

*The figure then places it's finger over Fumetsu's mouth and Fumetsu bows his head slightly downward. Then the figure tilted it's head*

Fumetsu: The mission is becoming successful as we speak. How long till the Doctor arrives.

*The figure puts up 2 fingers*

Fumetsu: 2 days?

*The figure shakes head "no"*

Fumetsu: 2 months?

*The figure nods "yes"*

Fumetsu: That just enough time.

*The figure tilts it's head again*

Fumetsu: For what? So, I can take care of some business before the Doctor. Unfortunely, I must depart but we shall meet here same day next week, yes?

*The figure nods "yes"*

Fumetsu: *he bows down low and turn to leave. He whistles out for his stallion and then hops on it and they take off back to Edo*

Amethyst stepped slowly across the bridge as the moon hung listlessly in that sky above. She took her damn time and didn't care if Haya made a comment about it or not.. What could she say? She was ******ing weak now.. might as well act it and let in to the world around her.

Once in the field, she strayed from the dirt road into the grass, and soon after to the large tree that hung in the middle. leaning against it heavily and panting with practical tears in her eyes. Her chest hurt, her feet hurt, her entire ******ing body hurt.

Hayate slowly walked with Ame as well. Noting she was in pain, alot of it. Hayate was in similiar condition....though he did what he normally did. Supress it and simply continue forward. When the two approached the field, the ronin looked out at the stretching, rolling, grassy fields. The moon shone dimly over across the field, a small cold wind blew. Hayate found a rock nearby and sat on it slowly, indian style. His rather long hair slowly blew. He had his head tilted down slightly, with his straw hat covering up his face.

Hayate was almost in a meditation stance. Though he was really simply trying to relax, or rest, or whatever. He simply stayed here because Ame told him to follow her. Though he was wondering what the woman wanted to ask....though Hayate was not the type to press or pry.

Ame gave Hayate plenty of time to settle in to the new surroundings... For some reason, she felt so much more comfortible here. Better than that closed in clinic. And the smell of the outside grass and air dominated the stentch of medicines that still clunge to her body.

Her breathing became more stable as well. Though her posture was still a tad stiff and pain-filled...

Finally, with not a moment sooner, the badly wounded woman glanced at her present hostage.. Gripping her sword tightly - the very sound of her hand bending in with the leather deafening.. "I lost..." Her voice whispered out in a low throated new meaning of the word hurt, "He beat me..."

A deep breath was taken to get the prelude of this speech over with faster, "I am now all alone, without friends I can protect.. no.. i have no friends..." gritted teeth, "I'm too weak now. And I have no reason to fight, no will to live..."

Finally, her eyes dug so deeply into ranc as to open a few more of his scars with her mere stare... "How do you go on"

Hayate nodded slowly, looking down at the cold grass in the darkness. He slowly closed his eyes and listened to Ame's words. This was strange...the first time someone was actually talking to him. He didnt really know how to exactly respond, but he decided to do the best he could....

"....I....I've heard the words you've spoken before. I said the same things to myself, years ago. I'm a pathetic person, Ame. I've been through so much, and its broken me. I killed them off one by one.....each emotion........"

Hayate stared up for a bit.

"....I just accepted everything as it was. I accepted that there was no hope for me.....slowly, one by one....I just became more and more numb. Each and every emotion in me has died. Because I know that I dont have any chances to experience anything else besides the two emotions I feel now...."

Hayate sighed slowly.

"Hatred...sorrow...those are the only things that I seem to feel now. There the only emotions that really seem real. I really couldnt take it at first. Every night, I'd curl up in a little ball. Desperate for someone to be around. Desperate for someone to hold, for someone to care about, for someone who cares about me. I just wanted to be....normal. It really killed me when I found out that I couldnt get any of it. No matter how hard I tried, I could never find anyone like her..."

Hayate slowly began to cross his arms.

"I could never, ever find anyone like my mother.....I could never find that small time of happiness I once had when I was a young child. The time I had of peace, happiness. The days where I actually woke up excited and happy on what the days would bring. Where the sky was always blue, where everyone loved me, where life was easy. Its nothing but a fading dream to me now....a dream I never wanted to wake up from....but I did. And now reality set in, and I cant take it. It broke me."

"So....now I decided to accept it. That I really only have two purposes in my life. One, is to kill Moritsune. The other is to kill all of Mugatou's children....they were my comrades. I cannot allow them to suffer the fate of being mindless killers.....with those two purposes in my mind....I push forward. Though...afterwards....I...."

Hayate slowly fell silent. And rested his head on his knees.

Damn... Hayate was too different from her.. .yet the emotions were the same... She didn't want to live in hatred and sorrow, "I don't wanna live being sad and shit all my life.." Slowly coming to sit beside the tree previously leaned upon. Hugging her sword.. bit her lower lip..

"You lived differently, I always went through shit. My mother hated me and was a real bitch, my father ran off to be a bandit... I grew up on my own. But I always had people with me.." Tensed up, her only real good hand gripping the sword tighter with a smal unseen blotch of blood slowly forming on hte bandaging around it.. "from the bandits, to the war criminals, to the outcasts... they weren't friends, just gave me a reason to go on... I only have friends here... I only had friends here.. I'm all alone..."

She glared at the grass as if it were ready to stab her in the back without warning like hte dangerious foliage it was.. "Sure I lost in the past, got the shit beaten out of me to the point of death... but I never gave up.. Here.." Next the gaze of hers went to the man on the rock that most likely wasn't listening.. "I have nothing, I can't do anything without suffering to death.. I can't fight, I can't protect, I can't run away without being killed... No matter what I do I'll be killed..."

Paused with a moment to reflect on the last whisp of Hayate's words.. "All I can do is what I was trained like a dog to do... mindlessly kill... I'm no better than that asshole's 'children'... least... I think that's what he calls every one of the people he ******s.."

Tensed.. Almost ready to yell at him if it wouldn't reopen a few unseen wounds in the process.. "should I just die off as well, then? My ******ing fates' no different!" Though her voice wasn't as loud as it could have been, it did echo just slightly in the hoarse whisper it was.

Hayate listened to her words very carefully. He slowly began to nod. He couldnt claim to understand what Ame had been going through. Something similiar, though she had actual friends, unlike Hayate. But...he could sympathasize. He had brief moments with allies, friends....even...Yae....

"hrm....our lives are different yet similiar.....I will not lie. I never was good at it, anyway. I cannot tell you what to do. I cannot offer any...false hopes, promises that everything will be alright. I cant really do anything. I know what it feels like though. To have lost friends....even be betrayed by them. It seems hopeless, I really know it does. Every friend I seem to have made either gets destoryed because of me, or betrays me. Akisu used to call me 'oniichan' out of love or whatever. Then..."

Hayate slowly felt the large cut across his chest. The fresh life-threatening wound he now had.

"....this is what he decided to give me. In an instant, the boy that called me brother betrayed me for gold, power, and women. Who could really blame him thoguh...."

Hayate looked at Ame for a moment. Knowing she was feeling frustrated and hopeless. He was feeling the exact same way.

"there isnt a reason to live.....but should you really...? The answer cannot really be answered....its so....frustrating."

He shook his head slowly.

"Moments like this make me wish I had chosen to stay with Yae..."

Glancing briefly at Hayate, the woman clad in green took in everything. Well.. in her own point of view... Aki betrayed him... That seemed out of place, but Aki betrays everyone.

Muttering vaguely.. "Men are filth... compairing women with currency..." gave a brief dark look to Hayate as if blaming him for something... But let it go... "A walking moneybag.. That's what you and your side of the damn human race think of me... I wish some damn asshole would just kill me and get it over with.. Right now..." She released a sigh..

"You're still too different... You don't make friends cause you know they'll hurt you... I can't make friends cause they're ******ing well afraid of me or I kill them... " waited anotehr moment... "Maybe I should just walk up to the fortress, wave to the Moribastard, and let him put me out of my misery... Least that way I wouldn't keep living as a walking, talking, killing monster."

......... "who's Yae?"

At that moment, Hayate blinked. He was a bit shocked and scared at the name he had just blurted out. Clearing his throat, he calmly tried to cover his own tracks...quite badly.

"uhm...no one...important...really.......in fact...please try to forget that name....err..."

Hayate slowly began to curl up more into a ball. Memories of Yae seemed to bring back something in his mind. Sighing slowly, Hayate slowly tried to concentrate to forget about it.

"feh.." Ame Fehs, a bit perplexed at his actions... was she supposed to become such a sad dilapidated fool such as this idiot? As was by Ame's code, she stopped giving a damn who Yae was and put hte name in the back of her mind for someone that may attack her in teh future.

Thoughts of hte future burdened the woman more... It wasn't like her to think that far ahead of.. the next day.. But then again, Ame wasn't herself...

She became angry... "it doesn't matter shit to me who she is... Least you ******ing well have someone you probably have good memories off.. Most of the shit in my life is better off blocked by sake, good and bad... That is... It Would be if sake didn't do this sorta shit to me!" In a large rage of intense emotions, the woman ripped the bandage from her bad arm (around the elbow/forearm) to expose the discoloration and charred flesh that could be made out by the dim moon's light.

She hugged her arm, and the sword... "sake hurts me now, everyone around hurts me... I have no place to hide from being hurt.. And if I attack... " her voice broke... Retrieving a shuttered breath, the woman let it out into the night's mist..And went silent.. The only sound from her are the ragged breaths that followed soon afterwards.

Hayate was silent again. Still a bit shaken of the fact that he mentioned Yae. He sighed for a bit and slowly began to let himself unwind, out of the ball.

"Ame. I dont know what to tell you, or what to do, or anything. I can only live with my hatred and sorrow...because I am pathetic like that. I know you are not like me. No one is. You should be proud that your not like me. When it came down to it, a few years ago I actually did have a chance at living a peaceful life. The first person for me to ever really get attatched to. Long story short...."

"I had to make a decision. Love, or hate. I....ran away.....and chose hate. Because it was the single emotion that had kept me alive, the single emotion that I've harbored for so long. When it came to love, friendship....I didnt know it at all. So I ran, and thats why I am what I am today. A ronin, with only one intention of hatred, and only one goal of killing...."

"....dont be like me. You probably do have some friends.....what ever happened to Obsidian? Or Okesa?...maybe....you should...go try to find them...." Hayate slowly sighed. He really did not know what to do.

"As for me, I'll probably just continue to walk towards my goal of killing Moritsune. By...any means necessary. Even if I have to kill myself along with him....he will die...."

Ame grit her teeth... Almost as if jamming her tachinam into her gut when saying these words... "Obsid... I haven't seen her... Last I heard from her was that she called Edo home... And since Moritsune's taking over the place and killing everyone, I can't protect her.. " She glared once again at the grass.. "So I can't go back to her.. I'd just get in the way... I wont be able to help... Just hurt.."

She breathed out the rest in a rabid pool of held grief and torment, "The bard came to me in the clinic... Said I wasn't Amethyst anymore... And left me to rot away in the clinic bed.."

"friends? Feh... I have no friends... And you..." a curse spilt from her lips ever so conversationally jarring, "you at least have something to do... Go kill the bastard... I have no more goals in life.. He ******ing well destroyed them all! I have no ******ing reason to go on.. No ******ing damn reason..." It was almost as if Ame was balling so much frustration and angst and hatred towards herself inside her that she was going to just loose it then and there... And that nothing... Not medication, or a musical instrument, or even killing people, would be the end of it..

Hayate slowly sighed, and looked at the upset Amethyst. He slowly rose from his rock and stood over her.

"I....still dont know what to do. Or say. But...we are both similiar. Seems like both of us, for one reason or another, dont really seem to make alli-er, friends, that well....."

Hayate knelt down, and extended his hand to Amethyst. The hand had a rather large scar in it, and bandged, seeing as how it was impaled by a wodden stake a few days ago.

"I know you probably deserve someone better...and I know I cannot promise to be perfect, or the best, or to always protect you or what not....in fact, I'd probably be terrible at this....but perhaps...we could be friends?"

What shadow Haya was to give, it slowly dragged over until blanketing Ame.. She tensed as he knelt down and flintched as he put out his hand... But when the man didn't immediately hit her, Amethyst slowly opened her eyes to glare at the hand. Clutched her sword defensively... Wondering what he was up to... Why he asked such things....

And it only thereafter dragged her into that much more dispair.. Ame turned away from his hand and glared at the ground.. "A friend? Why the ****** would you want to befriend someone as murderious, bloodsoaked, and lifeless as me? I wouldn't be able to protect you, and if I lost it I'd either get in your way, or kill you... Someone as dirty and unclean as me shouldn't have friends... friends don't deserve me, like that asshole said.." Her chest and back raised and fell as another confused hapless breath came and left.. "Everything he said was right... And with what you said.. I'd get in the way and you'd be forced to ******ing well kill me cause I'm no different than Mugatou's pets..."

Hayate continued to have his wrapped hand extended. He slowly began to speak to Ame, with a strong yet somewhat gentle voice.

"...That is the truth? The truth you have decided to believe in? Ame....allow me to tell you something. Things like 'Truth' and 'fate' are words that rely on definitions. Our lives may have been hard....and it does seem we do look at things one way. But there are many ways you can look at things. The 'truth' that has been enstilled upon us, is the truth that isnt really true. Its just things that have been defined by Moritsune to be true...."

"...you say you dont deserve friends, you'd get in their ways, you could protect them, you couldnt be useful....that is true, if you decide for it to be. If you look at it that way, if you define it to be true, then it shall be. But all humans, all people have power to re-define their truths. We do have power to look at things from different perspectives."

"You and I have seen the 'truths' in our lives from one, sad perspective of loneliness. It has been defined by others that we are unworthy of anything else but misery and solitude. But please Ame, just once...lets move our eyes to look at a new perspective, and do what so many others in history do...."

"...lets re-defined the truth for ourselves. I promise I shall be as useful and helpful, and even as...friendly as I can. But we can never know if we do not at least try...." Hayate continued to have his hand extended to Ame.

Ame glanced darkly at him over her shoulder.. still faced away.. Muttering, "That doesn't sound like you"

A sudden fear rapped over her... Maybe this wasn't hayate.. Maybe this was that other guy that looked alot like Haya.. Maybe he was going to attack and beat the living shit out of her again... Paused to reflect.. And shivered..

Finally went back to the subject... "I don't wanna be like everyone else.. They always get the taken advantage of and shit. They're always whiney and weak. I don't wanna be like you either. Well" she added, "like the you that wasn't just talking. "

Growled angrilly.. "But if I push it aside and completely look over the fact that that asshole beat the living shit out of me and ignore everything he said.. Then I might as well get set on fire again with the next bottle of sake I drink to help forget it." Ame hoped for a grave moment that this all made sense...

Hayate continued to have his hand extended. Though he began to wonder why. The things Moritsune has done....must have gone very deep into the woman's mind. The damage of everything has gotten everyone down. Moritsune's acts seem to break more and more people. Hayate spoke little this time. Asking a question now.

"...so, what are you going to do? If you think you cant do anything else, what will you do with your life?"

"I either go back to how everything was and either have that asshole kill me, or I go berserk and murderious like how I'm supposed to be and let you put me out of my misery - or the muga asshole gets me and THEN you put my out of my misery... Or.."

She glanced darkly as his outstretched hand... Wondering as well why he still had it out.. "I was planning to just sit back and rot away til I die... Since that's what losers are supposed to do, says every man on two legs that I've met..."

Points at Hayate's hand.. "Are you going to hit me with that or not.."

Hayate retracted his arm. Putting it back to his side. He continued to ask his very short, simple little questions.

"So...what is it that you want then?"

Furrowing her brows, Ame repeated herself.. "I can either go out and find a sword in my gut, or rot.." Once hayate's arm was down, she began to get up... However winced and sat right back down again.. Was in not health to be out away from the clinic bed as it was... "I'd prefer to rot.. Much less painful.."

Hayate slowly nodded to himself, and then to Ame. He quiety began to turn around, knowing that nothing else he could do could be done.

"...very well. If that is the truth you choose to believe in, then I can truly do nothing for you. I cant really seem to do anything for anyone....I've become used to that....."

Hayate adjusted his hat a bit.

"If this is the path you've choosen...then so be it. I do, however, wish for the best for you in the future."

Seperation anxiety started to stab at Ame's lungs with a knife... She grasped her chest, winced, and looked up at Hayate with the expression of a puppy about to be euthinized. Bit her lip once again. "Wait"

"If.. If you leave.." she started to get up, bearing heavy weight on the sheath. For a moment, the click of her sword being drawn sounded - but it was only sheathed about a centimeter before being resheathed.. as if Ame was about ready to take the damn thing from the scabbard, but didn't want to fall in teh process. "I'll.. Kill you.."

Alright, Ame was trying to sound like her usual self in this one. Except it was sadly obvious that she was weak and very unsure of herself.. Quietly, she added in "Alright?!"

Hayate put a hand on his daito for a moment. Even though it ached him. He slowly turned around, titling his head up to look at Ame with a somewhat confused look. He stared at her, looking at the woman from top to bottom. Noting all of the horrible wounds, the shaky stance, and the determination. Hayate knew that she probably would try to kill him, and if she did, it wouldnt be he who would die. She would probably kill herself if she strained herself too much in this condition.

Noting that, Hayate stood still and gave a calm response of "....alright..."

Once Hayate decided to oh so welcomly stay, Ame slowly leaned herself against the tree.. heavily.. it was clear that merely standing hurt her. but she wasn't about to go out and whine about it..

There were traces like these that told those around about how Ame hadn't completely withdrawn from her normal self. Times like these were good mentally, but horrible for any physical health..

She pointed at him.. "Okesa did the same thing, walked off, and I never saw him again... Don't be like the bard.."

It was clear she wanted to say something else, but the breath was momentarily taken out of her and she needed a bit of time to get it back.

Hayate stood still more. Deciding to speak a bit from his little past.

"....I used to play a lute. But that ended up getting blown up, along with hebbi no dojo. Other than that little bit of my past, I have acted nothing like a bard....and I wont act like one now...."

Hayate took his hand off his daito, and crossed his arms. Simply standing and waiting because the woman made him.

"the ****** is a lute.." Ame breathed out raspingly.. before shaking it off... He didn't need to know about her lack of knowledge on everything but fighting and brands of alcohal.

Silence slowly overcame hte land... cicada chips deafened the misted grass. Finally, Ame muttered out a low.. "Have you tried poisoning that general ******er yet..."

Hayate looked up into the sky for a bit of a moment. He stared up and wondered if he had tried. Then he shook his head no.

"....I've tried to do everything I can against Moritsune and his generals.....but most of the things I do end in failure. Just look at the holes in my hands, the slashes on my chest, the scars on my shoulder...."

Hayate gave one pathetic chuckle out as he looked at himself.

"...it seems I should have died long ago. But something decided to spare me....maybe its because I havent fulfilled my purpose.....I guess I'll find out for myself soon enough though...."

"Feh.. least you have a ******ing goal.. that asshole took away mine with a bottle of sake and some flint.." Ame spit nowhere important in disgust.. more towards her getting her small ass kicked than haya's plans to hurt Mori.

Ame began to go into deep thought.. "Maybe.. I should give myself a reason to hunt down and kill my father.... ..... ....." Clearly, this wasn't an idea she was fond of.

Pointing at Haya momentarily, the woman finished her broken thoughts.. "I need a goal... other than rotting away.." she grit her teeth and hated herself for being wrong.. "Rotting away is better than getting stabbed in the gut.. but I'm too damn hungry..."

Hayate slowly began to ponder the question being asked to him. He never was good at much anything socially. Now the woman was asking him for advice he knew he clearly was very bad at giving....

"...Ame...there are many possibilities....but I cant think of them. Like I said before, truth is defined by perspective and definition. You can try to fight, try to heal, protect, destroy....its really up to you. However, my humble suggestion is that you first heal. In fact...thats what we both should be doing....healing....that would be a very good first step to take...."

"feh.. heal... I don't need to heal..." She detemined that by now the conversation was over.. He wasn't going to help her.. and he didn't have a solution for not feeling like the lowest shit imaginable.. Damn men...

Pushing herself from the tree and nearly falling over in the other direction, ame clung for dear life to her sword... Muttering out a, "No goal, no sake... My day's been ******ed..." before slowly, shakedly, starting to pace away..... A small trail of unseen blood staining the grass in her path.

Okesa continued walking until he came to the field. It was the same place where he'd met on occasion when he was in hiding, simply because the posibility of being spyed on was low with so little cover.

This time, sence he wasn't hiding, he was able to take in the scenery a bit more.

"And here we are," he said, smiling to the people behind him.

Over the bridge Came ame limpingly pulling Obsid. Now that Obsid was around, Ame looked much more relaxed and.. how shall it be put.. Happy. However there still remained that touch of uncertainty and perhaps fear. Ame didn't want Obsid to know what she nearly did in the time Obsid had left.

When there, Ame let go over Obsid's hand and limped her way happily down to where Ye Olde Oak Tree stood grounded.

In the distance there were two other younger men dueling it out. But Nothing too serious and they didn't look as if they'd interfere.

*reluctantly releasing the woman she eyed the field and walked after the woman towards the tree* Its not so bad here....a nice escape....*climbing to a branch above the woman she lay there, arm hanging down quietly*

Okesa sat at the base of the tree and closed his eyes.

He was still deturmined not to try and pry what was botherin Ame out of her. If anything, that would only make her more reluctant to talk.

He was more intent on Obsidian's showing up.

So, she's back, and she doesn't exactly seem to hate you.What ever are you going to do now?

I goess we'll cross that bridge when we come to it, won't we?

Hah. In other words, you don't know.

In other words, shut up.

One of these days, Okesa'd probably have one of these internal 'debates' out loud and they'd lock him up. For some reason he found the notion funny and started to chuckle quietly.

Standing beside the tree - Oke sitting to the left of her. Obsid above her. Ame watched the people fighting off there. A look of wanting ot kill htem and pillage in her eyes. . But it wasn't like she was going to actually go and do it right now. What being injured and all.

Instead, her eyes darted quickly towards Oke as he chuckled.. Giving a very confused look.. Before looking up towards Obsid.. Her eyes and expression resembled that of a puppy once left behind to fend for itself.. "Obsid?" she started, in a meek childlike though deep voice that almost didn't befit her, "Where'd you go all this time? Were you captured by Mori? Or the Yakuza bastards? Or.. held captive by Reiji.. Or... Crap, did HiT come back from the dead or something!?" it was almost as if Ame was asking for someone to have captured Obsid.. So she could go beat the living snot out of them.. All at the same time showing her clear uneasiness and worry towards what happened to Obsid... The last time she was gone so long from her friend was when she accidentally left Obsid for dead with Koroshiya. Fond memory that was, Obsid wanted her dead when they met after that incident..

Ame shivered.

*gripping the branch with her free, undangling arm, she shuddered and closed her eyes* I can see youd miss me if I was gone...*the sarcasm leaving her voice she looked off into the distance*....I...*the words seemed almost too far away to grasp them with her voice*....went home....*the word almost cracked out of her voice and she tried to sigh it away* It was.....the anniversary....of my family's death....

Okesa stopped chuckling. Suddenly, it was hidiously out of place. So, it felt like, was he.

Her family's all dead.. like Ame, only in Obsidian's case, I had no idea.

Well.. what the hell do you say to something like that?

The bard was silent, unable to find any words that wouldn't simply sound.. cheap.

This suprised Ame just as strongly... She glanced at the ground... "oh.." she started..

But before she could continue, the woman's own arm betrayed her - grasping Obsid's wrist and tugging on it slightly.. Glancing up at her.. "You could've told me... I WAS worried damn well sick. Bloody ******ing well thought you joined them (referring to Obsid's family) and that I'd never see you again. Next time..." Ame voice and actiosn sounded much more like her age.. She let go of Obsid's arm and crossed her own, hugging sword.. "take me with you or something.. I don't wanna feel like that again..."


The baikokudo was almost emotionless when it came to visiting dead families. What with her own family being not so clearly dead (seeing that Kire came back, and her supposed real mom that didn't die after all went off to make out with someone and breed Aki before dieing for sure this time) .. She never got the hang of Obsid making visits to her homeland.