A large, grand fortress made of stone. A large sqaure wall surrounds the tall fortress. On each corner there is defensive tower, equipped with a cannon. The walls are thick, with gaurds regullary patrolling them. Its a very big fortress now. Moritsune's little trip to his shadowy master ensured high increases to his budget. With a bigger barracks and yard, and overall more territory. More troops as well. This fortress is located at the base of the Kuro mountains, with some forest surrounding it. Infiltrators beware - the back forests are even more gaurded then the open front. For obvious reasons, of course....

Its a large fortress for a man with an even larger appeteite for dominance.

It was a long walk, and with everystep the large fortress seemed to loom ever the more intimidatingly.

Perfect! It fit the scenes that the mysterious middleaged traveller had imagined through gossip. Even the very air of this place reeked of domination and samurai heritage. His heart jittered in near compulsive happiness, but even so Zatsu kept a straight serious face.

Pacing to the large closed doors, Kakite Zatsu met with some guards. He came to a stop.

To outside appearence the man looked very much to be a traveller. The heavy cloak over his shoulders were large enough to support a weapon (though he had none), yet he didnt' look intimidatingly strong. On another angel, however, Zatsu didn't look weak and pitiful either. His clothes smelled a mixture of mild sweat, dirt, and ink. Facial features were slightly heavy and supported the fact that he was a strong older age.

Life, was a very boring day of events when you were an average gate gaurd serving underneath the Ryukami No Ten. Many gaurds loathe their jobs....hate the sheer amounts of endless boredom that it generates. This of course, causes many gaurds to have not so friendly attitudes...

....the gate gaurds stood, leaning against their own little walls. Bored out of their mind, naturally. Then this man comes walking up...

The gaurds put on a very serious face, and hold oout their spears directly at the man. One of the gaurds speaks in a harsh sounding voice. As if wanting any excuse to cut the man to shreds....

"Oi! Who are you, and what is your business with Moritsune Ubushingai-sama?!"

Zat kept his straight face, though he was laughing in glee like a little kid inside. While the spear was pointed dangeriously towards him, he raised his hands to show that he wasn't going to draw anything and attack back.

Spit rained like a storm into Kakite's face as the guard practically if not rudely screamed at Zatsu with the silent proposal that he was either having a bad day, was paranoid of everyone coming to the fortress, or had nothing better to do. Zat wasn't one to judge, so he let it rest.

Opening his mouth, the traveller spoke loud, booming, and distinctly - as if being asked a question by a drill sergent. His face was stained emotionless. "I Am Kakite Zatsu, And I Was Hereby Ordered To Come And Write About The Life Of Moritsune Ubushingai And His Victories Along With His Son, Tetsuo Ubushingai!" He stopped, took a deep breath, and continued in the same booming manner, "If You Do Not Let Me Pass And See Them Immediately, Then I Will Have To Report Back To The Police On This And Have You Brandished With A Whip For Wasting The Ubushingai's Time By Getting In The Way, Sir!"

The gaurd blinked a bit, and still held onto his spear tightly. Paranoid, aggrivated, and bored all the while, the gaurd barked to the to the other gaurd.

"....inform Moritsune-sama about this 'writer'. We'll let him decide whether we should let him in, or chop him where he stands!"

The gaurd nodded, and quickly ran to the main chambers to inform Moritsune of the writer.

"Moritsune-sama! A man claiming to be a writer has come to...er...right a book...about your great exploits. What should we do?"

Moritsune sat on his throne, as usual. He raised his eyebrow and gave a sarcastic little chuckle.

"...let him in. This will amuse me...."

The gaurd bowed lowly and ran back to relay the order. He ran back to the other gaurd, who still had his spear in a death grip. Speaking aloud the order. When he did, the garud simply grunted and blinked. Going around to open the gates for the writer to go forth. While he did, the other gaurd bowed and simply said

"...please follow me."

All the while, Zatsu remained silent and calm while the angsty guard held a sharp object to his throat. Not like it mattered, the writer was prepared for everything and even then had no fear of death.

Besides that, he knew Moristune would let him in with a story like that. And thus, he did.

Bowing in return, Kakite followed the guard who would presumably take him to either Moritsune or Tatsuo. He didn't care, meeting either would make his day ten-fold. Allthe stuff he's heard over both makes enthusiasm of seeing both insurmountable.

Anyway, on his way to Moritsune, Kakite took out the time to look over the areas he passed with a secretive artistic wonder at how perfect everything was. Well, except with a continued straight face.

If he's brought directly to MoriUrushingai in the next post, he would take a bow.

The calmer gaurd slowly walked through the courtyard, the barracks, all the way into the large fortress of the warlord. There they entered through the main halls, all into the fortress. Where the dictator himself was sitting on his throne as usual. Enjoying a little gentle massage from a random harem beauty.

There the gaurd slowly bowed, and presented the writer before Moritsune. Moritsune sat up and slowly looked the man up and down. By simply waving his arm, he dismissed the one of many of his mistresses. The woman bowed, and walked away. This was a sign that Moritsune probably didnt want any distractions in this conversation. A beautiful young woman rubbing the back of his neck certainly was one.

Now sitting straight up, Moritsune spoke in his usual stern and powerful voice.

"Writer. What is your business here?"

After Moritsune's question, Zatsu stood. He gave a bit more of an evil smirk, just because it seemed right in such an area with such a man. Greatfully, noone else of a lower stupidity was in the same room as them.

In a groutted deep voice, Kakite answered, "Kakite Zatsu is my name. I've come to inform you that I have written novels over your past victories, will write more in this present time, and shall make sure to write in detail about a more recent future victory you Shall obtain over Edo."

Moritsune crossed his arms slowly. He smirked in return, as his mind raced back into the recorded past his brain stored on history. That name, Zatsu ringed some sort of bells. He chuckled and slowly began to shift in his seat to sit more upright.

"....Zatsu. Heh. I've heard that name somewhere before......but ahhh well. So...you simply wish to write on my many exploits? Heh..."

"Not just simply write about them, I'll insure they happen. Ah!" he raised a hand covered in a glove of cowhide to place over his eyes in a sudden drastic thought. "How rude of me for being so blunt and impulsive."

Lowering hand to give another short actor's bow (where his head comes inches from the floor and he drops to one knee - the cloak covering outstretched arm and side), Zatsu continued, "I am not going to rush you on the thoughts that there is a man you may not know much of writing about your life. First I need to confront all players in this game. This shall include in the near future: your son (he's talking more about Hayate if he's still alive, but leaves Moritsune to assume he's talking about Tetsuo), those who work under you, the disposible scum that works Deep beneath you (talking about the guards and other cannon fodder), and even the scum of Edo that will oppose you soon."

He paused his whole explination to let this sink into Urushingai's mind a bit. Giving a bit of an assumption that the strong general will preguess that not only will Zat need to freely walk and interview everyone in the fortress, but his enemies as well.

Moritsune pondered for a few moments on what this all really meaned. The rumors surrounding Zatsu seemed to be more then just a bit true. It seemed this writer loved writing epic stories completely true on history....and made sure his epic story did really happen. It amused Moritsune for a bit. But the man was so very mysterious.

"heh...heheheheh....well...if you want you can go talk to whoever you want. Whether they'll cooperate or not....will be left up to them...."

"all's the better. It would be faaaar too boring if Everyone cooperated on a moments whim when proposed to an interview, wouldn't you agree?" Standing completely up again, the man in heavy cloak briefly brushed himself off. He added on after a moment of thought, "You may wish to convey your decision to the guards out front. Boredom aside, it would get very annoying to have them point another spear at my throat on every visit to see you. Those scum need something to occupy their time. Like a puppy." Chuckled briefly.

And given another moment of silence to think over his words with upmost care, the mysterious man took one step back and spoke his goodbyes, "Now if you'll excuse me, I have so many things to finish up."

Moritsune nodded again and snapped his fingers for his servants to get him some papers. Moritsune needed to take care of some business with finaces and what-not. The warlord began to write, but as he did he spoke to Zatsu.

"...very well. I can understand, go...do whatever. I have business to attend to. Though, I'm sure your next book will be a sure-fire masterpiece like all the other ones...."

Moritsune had never read a book written by Zatsu. Ever.

"....and if you excuse me, I too have business to attend to."

The very words Moritsune spoke held the fact that he's never read a thing that Kakite's written. All the better. That would leave him with So many surprises to be unprepared for in the future. So much preknown knowledge of his works may spoil the fun yet to come, the emotions yet to feel. The story yet to discover with the twists and turns involved!

With a smile, he turned and went to the doorway, where a guard was waiting on the other side... Wondered if he should stop and say some catch phraze. Something important that would ultimately prepare Moristune for a bumpy future of victorious action. But where's the fun in that? Besides, the man wasn't listening to him now anyway. So, to end a long dispute, he said something far too unspeakibly mysterious that was of no real value, "Remember Ubushingai... Puppies."

Insert a random chuckle and out of the fortress he went, escorted by a guard.

Yet another day at the fortress that held the residence of the local dictator of town. Everything was going as smooth as it would ever go. The yawning of a bored gaurd, the patrolling of a patrol man. The tall towers with cannons looking endlessly into the surrounding fields. Troops trained outside, the beating of war drums and yelling could be heard from it. The barracks and fortress were equipped with tons of the most advanced swords, and spears. The best of the best armor, the best cannons, with a highly trained staff to manage it all.

Moritsune sat at the center of this mega powerhouse known as the Ryukami no ten. He was simply managing through all of his files going over this and that. Here and there. He didnt really like paperwork, but he needed to do it. Though most of the time he didnt. Moritsune knew that there was no need for such a great man to look at files or take care of too many things.

Little did he know, he was about to find out why those little things are important to look over, and acknowledge.


"....entryway established....mission: commencing." A silent murmer, buried in cloth said to itself..

The gaurd at the gates yawned like he always did. Looking around in true mindless gaurd fashion - lazy and bored. Of all the ways to put food on the table, why did he pick the job that seemed extremely boring? While Moritsune, Tetsuo, Mugatou, Akisu, Zhentig, and all the other higher up generals were getting fame and glory...poor gaurd boy would not even be seen. He wouldnt even be heard of, or recorded down in the history books. The gaurd hated it...as well as all the other gaurds....but they're job was a job. And they all knew it was better to be at the devil's side, then in its path.

The gaurd stretched his hands up. Looking at another sleeping gaurd, who had his head rested against a wall. "Tch...." were the only sounds the gaurd could make as he looked outwards. Maybe something would happen. Something...something....anything. The gate grunt squinted his eyes...looking. Nope...still nothing. He sighed, a small sound escaping his small bored lips.

The very faint sounds of a yelp, a murmer, a rustle came to the bored gaurd's ears though. The other dumbass gaurd probably fell off the wall while sleeping...happens all the tiem. Anger being built up, the poor little gaurd boy glared to his sleeping comrade. Opening his mouth for a second to release a sound...except without releasing any sounds. His sleeping comrade was...gone. Nothing remained of him. Not a trace of his existance in this world. In his shock and awe, the gaurd boy took one step forward. Not knowing what to feel, or think due to this odd occurance. Soon this problem was solved for him.

The gaurd felt two hard objects hit the side of his temples, while something else covered up his mouth shut. Instantly his eyes rolled back into his head, while he couldnt make any sounds from the sudden attack. He dropped onto the soft grass - completely unconcious.

Something swift danced in and out of the gating shadows. One by one, gaurds began to drop unconcious. Even those giving routinely patrols around the castle saw nothing wrong. No unconcious bodies were even visible. Most gaurds found it strange to see no one at a supposedly manned post. They didnt know what to think or do before it was too late - someone was knocking them all out as they wandered along. All the gaurds on the outside were getting knocked off. Soon, the gaurds on the inside were getting picked off one by one as well.

"....entry point 2 reached...continuing mission...." The voice said to itself once again, murmered in cloth.

Moritsune gave up the paperwork. He simply pushed it aside and decided to go for a stroll onto his main throne room. He waltzed over, calmly going to his very comfortable throne where the finest female specimens awaited him with bowls of expensive luxury snacks, and fans. The old warlord grinned taking his favorite seat, while his mistresses massaged his neck and fed him those great tasting snacks. Moritsune opened one eye to see his 4 elite gaurds standing at the throne room entry. Simply watching like watchdogs - obviously wanting to be in Mori's position. Mori chuckled and closed his eyes due to the pleasurable massage he was getting.

A few more seconds later, the old warlord heard the gasp of some of his mistresses. The yelping, and murmered rustles of sound. Opening his eyes in an instant, Moritsune looked to see where his gaurds were. They were.......on the ground.

The warlord stood up, as his mistresses all ran away. He waved his hands for more gaurds....but found out the messanger himself had been knocked out. A jolt of fear ran down the warlord's spine. Something tingled inside of him....something was attacking his fortress.

"ALL TROOPS TO THE THRONE ROOM, NOW!!!" Moritsune yelled at the top of his lungs. His unsheathed sword almost tremlbing in his hands. 2 troops quickly ran in. They ran in a hurry, as fast as they could. One of them ran by a especially shadowy corner. From the darkness a hard, clothed object was rammed into the poor troop's temple. Down he went.

The other troop looked shock to see his once standing comrade, down. The troop held his spear tightly and began to swing it around. Moritsune squinted at the shadowy corner as his troop fought. Three jabs forward, and a horizontal swing was given by the troop. The tip of the spear cutting nothing but air. It was then, that the swift figure responsible for all the knocking outs of the gaurds and troops, decided to become visible. A very dark figure wrapped completely in black cloth from head to toe appeared behind the troop. The cloth was very fine, with little black metal threadings sewed in specially. The figure had a small little black scarf wrapped tightly around its mouth, concealing it's face. Two little holes on the head were visible, where the figure's eyes supposedly were. But even those eyes were hidden in the darkness. This figure was the figure of a ninja. A ninja who was extremely wealthy, highly trained, and extremely deadly.

The troop trembled, knowing that his opponent was behind him. Without even hesitating for a second the ninja slammed both of his fists into the man's temples. The fists were covered in black gloves, and they simply moved like little grey blurs going against and off of the troop's temples. Down the troop went, submitting to the state of unconciousness like all his other comrades.

Moritsune stared. Moritsune trembled. Moritsune's hands shook with fear. The warlord knew exactly who this ninja was. He knew exactly who he was as soon as the assassin decided to reveal itself. Moritsune knew that this ninja could have very easily killed him and all of his troops without even having to be seen, or be revealed.

The ninja turned around, and stared directly at Moritsune's fearful face. With his arms crossed and his head slightly titled down, the ninja took steps forward towards Moritsune. The warlord did not move. The warlord could not move. Moritsune feared no person within Japan. But this ninja was something he feared alot. For this ninja wasnt like a human. No, by his reputation, skills, history, and everything else....this ninja was more like a horrific demon....sent straight from the underworld to kill everything that he was ordered to.

"....K...K....Kag....Kage...." Moritsune yelped, as he took two steps backwards. He cowered back into his throne.

Kage, the number one ninja ranked within the government. Rumored to have taken down entire squads of troops all by himself. A perfectionist in his skill, a assassin with a 100% record of success. Everything about Kage's past and background has been disposed of. Only two things are known about him - He can kill you, and he only works for Yojinto.

The assassin simply stared at Moritsune. The warlord returned this stare with fearful eyes. Immediately Moritsune dropped to his knees, bowing lowly to Kage. The ninja slowly reached into his robes. Moritsune tightly closed his eyes. Expecting three or more knives to go into his neck at any moment. Kage simply unsheathed a black scroll. Dropping it right in front of Moritsune.

Moritsune began to realize that he was still in fact alive. Also that there was a document right in front of him. Moritsune decided to put two and two together. Kage, was Yojinto's number one servant. Kage had delivered a scroll directly to Moritsune. Putting the numbers together, the connection was made. The scroll was a message from Yojinto, that was delivered by Kage for some strange reason.

Looking up and seeing the assassin continue to stare at him with crossed arms, caused Moritsune to hurry up and grab the scroll. With his sweaty palms he unwound it. In green
writing a short, small message was written....

' Moritsune,

Your in debt. Get out of it. You've been mercifully warned..

-Yojinto.'

Moritsune gulped as he read the short and to the point scroll. He looked at Kage and nervously chuckled. Looking like the helpless old man he was, Moritsune bowed many times before Kage. Breathing out his responsie to the message to the ninja.

"yes! yes! I'll get right on it, I'm very truly sorry about this, please tell Yojinto-sama I'll get out of debt immediately!!!"

Kage simply nodded his head. Slowly turning himself around to face the other way. The infamous assassin slowly murmered to himself. "Response recieved....mission accomplished....". After doing the murmer, he jumped off into a shadowy corner, and vanished from the fortress quickly.

Leaving Moritsune panting in a cold sweat, shaken with fear. Moritsune vowed to himself to take paperwork more seriously from now on. His life depended on it.

"You are aware of the situation then?"

It was calm in the castle. Tense as well. The very air that had once lightly filled the building was now heavy with tension. Even after the longest of time, many gaurds and soldiers still lay in medical treatment from Yojinto's 'warning'. The cocky and arrogant safety Moritsune felt before was now completely gone. It had become clear to the warlord that his very life was on the line now.

'Moritsune,

You are in debt. Get out of it. You have been warned.

-Yojinto'

Moritsune sat on his throne, dropplets of cold sweat still running down his forehead. Mugatou, Tetsuo, and Zhentig all stood before him, each waiting for a response from their rightful leader.

Moritsune glared deeply into the floor. Taking in slow, but fearful breaths of air, trying to keep himself calm in the situation.

"Yojinto-sama is responsible for all the funding and equipment we recieve. It is also rumored he has....items at his disposal which can cause great damage to any enemy he should make. While it is unconfirmed, I have heard rumors about some interesting new developments he has been making with the Europeans....Not only that, but Yojinto has Kage to carry out his whims....along with more ninjas near Kage's status...."

Mugatou spoke to Moritsune. Adjusting his eye piece as he did.

"According to my predictions, should Yojinto-sama grow angry with us...."

Moritsune's eyes flared open, and he raised his head quickly to glare at Mugatou.

"I am DAMN aware of what would happen! You need not speak about the situation in such a indifferent tone!" Moritsune screamed, his voice echoing off of the castle walls.

"Moritsune-sama, we have gathered here as per your request. We are awaiting a order that will help remedy this situation...." Mugatou said calmly, kneeling down before Moritsune. The moment the good doctor did, the other two generals followed the same action. Moritsune crossed his arms, grumbled to himself, and looked up into the cieling. This situation was the exact one Moritsune never wanted to be in. Moritsune only knew a sliver of information regarding his mysterious master, but it was enough to know that the entire Ryukami No Ten would be destroyed in a instant should Yojinto wish for it.

For the first time, in a long time, Moritsune had been threatened with a very real threat. One that the warlord knew would kill him. This type of vulnerability and weakness was one Moritsune always tried to hide. When faced with it, Moritsune felt such shame that it drove him to the highest reaches of anger.

"...What can we do, Mugatou? " Moritsune said, looking down at his doctor with intensity.

"It is a bad situation to be in. Normally I would suggest simply taking money out of the treasury to help pay for this matter....but with the current war damages, medical costs to our troops, and research costs, that solution is not a viable one. There is no real way to increase trade to this city....and the citizens are already heavily taxed. Increasing taxation beyond what the citizens can handle would only cause riots, leading us into more debt...."

"Tch..." Moritsune said, glaring to the side for a moment.

"The only solution I can really think of, is to permit more labor onto the harvesting of more natural resources. Though not just any resource, mind you....." Mugatou slowly rose to his feet, but still kept his head lowered in Moritsune's prescence.

Keeping his calm composure, Mugatou continued to speak."We'd have to go after new resources, gather them in mass quantity, and sell them for as high as we can get them. After doing some research on the geographical and natural statistics of this very area....I believe that there is a high chance that some of the mountains here can be mined for iron. Though there would be problems....one of them being, the iron itself is located deep within said mountains. It would require a considerable work force to get to....one that this current town would not be able to muster."

"....Damnit! And with this current debt, we would have no way to purchase slaves to create it....." Moritsune said, punching the arm rest of his throne in anger.

"....there is something we can do though. It will require much effort on your part, Moritsune-sama, but if the populus were to all become....motivated....to work in such mines....we could essentially have a work force that works harder then any slave, and demands no compensation."

The doctor now raised his head to look at Moritsune fully. A sly, small, grin was on Mugatou's face.

".....I don't need to hear about it. Just do it! I don't care what it takes.....get me out of this situation, for all of our sake's!" Moritsune barked, moving his arm to dismiss his called assembly.

Zhentig and Tetsuo both rose to their feets now. All three generals bowed to Moritsune. In a calm voice, Mugatou adjusted his eye glass for one last time. Softly saying the mantra he said each time an order was made....

"Yes, Moritsune-sama...."

*Dark Jade Carriage (Akisu Personal Carriage) arrives at the fortress. The soldiers stop the carriage and goes to open the doors for both Ayame & Akisu*

Ayame: My Lord, it's so....big O_O *looks at the fortress*

I'm surprised you haven't seen it yet. *Aki said as he stepped down from the carriage and looked up at the fortress. His fortress. Another faint smile appeared on his lips and he strode toward the fortress.*

Ayame: *grabs Akisu's arm* Come on Toushin-sama lets see your throne *with her attached to him she runs in the fortress*

*Aki got dragged inside, but he then sent Ayame a cold look.* Dragging me along is no way to treat your superior. *He grumbled as he tried to take his arm back. He could walk fine on his own.*

Ayame: *she looked at him with a sadden look then straighten up and bowed very low* My apoligizes Toushin-sama *She then began to walk normally toward the throne and she opens the throne door for him* My Lord *she bows*

*Aki walked towards the throne. The throne Moritsune sat in, that he would now get to sit in. He'd hated Moritsune, but there was a small bit of respect there as well. He sat down in the throne and smiled. There was a felling of power just eminating from it. Any fears he had about taking this job up were quickly fading. There were too many perks for this to be a bad thing.*

*Some of the high-ranking samurai walked in to greet their new Master, Lord Akisu Yoru Toushin-Izayoi*

Ayame: All hail Lord Toushin-sama!!

High Ranking Samurai: All Hail Lord Toushin!!

Ayame: Moritsune was weak at the end of his reign as active lordship his army. He has abandoned you and now Akisu Toushin-sama, Son of General Kuro Toushin but true hier to the Legendary Warrior Hiko Izayoi...Akisu a true leader with blood of a warrior & skills of a master strategist, Toushin-sama will lead us into victory when we shall ever fall into war. All Hail Our Lord *they all turn and bow towards him*

*Aki listened to the speach. Enma had obviously given her his file on Aki. Though after hearing all of that, it made Aki sound even better qualified for this job than even he thought he was. Still, he couldn't let his ego get too carried away. He still needed help with this, for now.*

Samurai1: Is it true that you slained the Evil Pirate Fumestu?

*the samurai spoken amongst themselves*

Ayame: Quiet! My Lord shall speak!

*The mention of slaying Fumetsu seemed to bring him back to his senses a little. He nodded a little.* Yes, it is true. *Though the sadness he felt every time he admitted that managed to stay out of his voice, however he did not sound proud of it, as the samurai may have expected.*

*Ayame knew the truth and knew he didn't like to talk bout it*
Ayame: That is quite enough back to your duties *the samurai leave*

Ayame: My Lord, I am sorry for that question...I secretly know you pain. *bows slightly*

If you knew, you shouldn't have had me talk to them. *Aki grumbled, but he didn't really seem that angry.* Just... try to keep the subject from coming up again.

Ayame: Yes My Lord *bows* I shall supervise what is left then retire to my chambers. *bows* I bid you good night My Lord *walks out the throne room*

Good night, Ayame. *It had been a long day and his excitement had been killed a bit from the mention of Fumetsu. Now he needed some rest. He wasn't sure exactly where his quarters might have been moved to, but he decided to return to the room he'd had before when he was General.*

*a young female servent comes and drops off Aki's breakfast. She bows then leaves*

*Aki wakes up, a little dazed at first and forgetting where he was exactly. It didn't take him long to remember however, with the servant there to bring him breakfast and the room actually looking very nice with some expensive art pieces on the walls.*

*He got up and went over to the table in the room and started eating. Very good food, too. Getting used to this lifestyle wouldn't be hard at all.*

*suddenly a female voice is yellin outside*

Ayame: Alright doing it again, i'm not feeling threatened. Once more

*samurai training in some cruel techiques*

*Aki picked up his bowl and chopsticks so he could continue eating the tasty breakfast while he got up to look out the window. Down below he could see Ayame training the samurai. It was... an interesting training method. He continued to watch for a bit longer while eating. Once he finished, he started to head out, but not before getting ambushed by some servants to dress him.*

*A samurai enters his chamber door and and bows* Toushin-sama, your servents that Akusai-sama sent over have arrived and prepared your bathing process.

I can see that....*He answered the samurai with a bit of a sigh. Bathing process? Couldn't he just have a nice bath on his own? Surely he didn't need servants for such things. Still, the servants showed him over to the bath.*

*Once they got to the hotspring the servants unvieled themselves and they were women...The Green Eyed & Lavender Eyed ones that Enma personally trusts* May we serve you?

*Aki was a bit surprised to see those two serving him, though he knew he shouldn't have been. If the golden-eyed girl, Ayame, was here, the other two couldn't be far behind.* Um... no, I can bathe myself. *Remembering a time before when they had tried to 'help' him.*

*The girls bowed and left suddenly a white strand of hair fell on Aki's arm*

*Aki was about ready to undress, when he felt something tickle his arm. He looked down to see a single white hair. He looked up to see where the hair had fallen from.*