Chapter 1- Learning to Remember What it was Like Before

He gasped, the thin fabric of his shirt stained with blood as he ran. The dagger he had used was still clutched limply in his hand. He ran, his barefeet pounding on the muddied streets of Kutou. He could hear the feral growl of his enemy as the beas
closed in behind him. Tripping and sliding around the corner of an alley Shunkaku rammed into some crates. His shirt tore even more, and almost came completely off, only covering his right shoulder and side. The alley was long and narrow, the walls o
the buldings blocking out the sun as they rose skyward. Shun ran, his feet connecting soldily with the wet ground. He skidded to a stop at the end, a dead end put so apropietly. Panting, he turned. His face was inches from the large and furry face o
the hulking beast known as Ashitare. Seiryuu Shichi Seishi Ashitare to be exact. Reposiotioning the dagger so the blade was pointed back at him, Shun made a desprete gamble. Leaping high into the air he pushed himself over the beast and imbedded the dagger in his side, landing hard on his ankle he fell. The resounding crack of bone echoed through the alley. Ashitare howled in anger and turned to the fallen boy, his feral eyes red and foam dripped from the corners of his mouth.
“k’so!” Shun muttered and pulled himself up onto his ruined ankle. With a cry of pain he dropped down into all fours. AShitare raised one hand and easily backhanded him into the wall. Shun’s vision was blurry and he ached all over.
“now you die boy,” The hoarse voice accompanied by harsh breathing loomed above him. Shun’s hand went instinctively to his side where his ryuuseisui was kept, it wasn’t there.
“shimatta......” He tried to move his legs, or at least sit up. A lightning bolt of pain shot down his side. Tears sprang to his eyes, but did not fall. He wasn’t about to die this way. Ashitare laughed, a half bark that made him shiver. The whistling sound of a fist coming towards his head alerted his brain. I’m dead.... that’s it..... no goodbyes..... gomen ne aniki........ He shut his eyes and waited. A blazing ball of heat passed over his head and the Wolf-man shrieked and whined. The smell of burned hair and flesh covered the area.
“Daijoubu ka,” It was more a cool dry statement then a question. Shun lifted his head, and met a pair of ice blue eyes framed by long blonde lashes. Something deep inside his chest fluttered.
“d-daijoubu.....” He whispered, not sure if he were dreaming or not. Something in the back of his mind tugged, as if he should remember this person. Frowning he rolled over and sat up.
“good. Shunkaku is it?” He was stunned. This blonde stranger knew his name. Shun groaned and pulled himself up, his ankle immediately reminded him why he preferred sitting.
“itai!” A deep rumbling chuckle left the man’s mouth.
“I should think so. Ashitare broke it,” and then to the wolfman “Bad boy!” Shun blushed and promptly sat down again, thinking hard. Where had he heard this voice before? Surely he’d remember this bishounen Hin........
“I feel like I should know you.....” Shun murmered. Another chuckle. Two strong arms lifted the boy up. Cradling him like a baby Nakago whispered in his ear.
“Seiryuu Shichi Seishi Nakago introduces himself to Seiryuu Shichi Seishi Suboshi,”


Amiboshi rolled his foot around, cracking the joint. Late last afternoon his ankle had been giving him trouble, and that same afternoon Nakago left for the inner city and hasn’t returned. It almost felt like his twin was near, but Amiboshi brushed the feeling off as mere longing. It had been a year since his twin walked away from him in that broken down house. A year without Shunkaku. A single tear traced a path down his face.
“Gomen, I had to. It’s my destiny,” The words seemed so hollow and shallow, even to himself as he said them aloud. He may have been mature, older, smarter and better with his power..... but Shun had been the fire that kept his soul alive. Without Shun he was nothing but a shell, a shiny exterior.
“Talking to yourself won’t help, Amiboshi,” A silbilent hissing came from the dark corners of the room. He groaned in annoyance. Tomo, another of the Seiryuu Seishi had thia habit of hiding in dark rooms and scaring the living daylights out of you.

“Tomo, leave me alone for once.....” Amiboshi said, thinking Why don’t you go play with your clams or something? That spiteful thought was usaully said by his brother. But- his brother wasn’t here, and would probably never be here.
“I used to be like you, wishing for people I’ll never see again. Later you’ll relize how fruitless that train of thought is,” This was followed by a hoarse sort of laughter. Or what Amiboshi guessed was laughter. He groaned again and buried his hea
in his hands.

He was warm, and someone was near by, maybe his aniki? Smiling Shun curled up a little more and pulled and blanket around him. It was immediately pulled back. Biting back a groan he cracked an eyelid open. The warm comforting dark gave way to a bright sickeningly happy morning. He quickly shut his eyes.
“aniki?” he asked, still not really awake. No answer. Shun swung his legs out fron under the bed, he was only wearing a pair of old pants. A soft white bandange on his ankle and a splint stood out and made it hard for him to walk. Grumbling he tried and fell. Several louds curses later he turned around to look at his bedmate. And almost fell over again.
“N-Nakago-sama?” Shun stared, and scrubbed furiously at his eyes. The shogun turned and gazed quietly up at him.
“u-ummm... did I... wake....y-you up?” he stuttered. Still not sure that he just slept in the same bed with Nakago. The blonde head tilted to one side before he stretched and glided out of the bed. With all the grace and beauty of a cat Nakago walked over to him.
“We’re leaving for the palace in a couple hours, be ready.” With that the shogun stalked over to his clothes and armor and put them on. Shunkaku blinked, and stared down at his shirt. It wasn’t even a shirt anymore. Groaning he checked his pockets for money.
“Damnit! My money must have fallen when that damned beast attacked me!” He muttered grabbing his shirt and dagger. Frowning he concentrated, several minutes later a hazy outline of the ryuuseisui floated above his hand. He glared at it and it quickly solidified. He turned towards the door and limped over to it, gritting his teeth in irritation.
“Where are you going.?” It was a cool question, more like a statement.
“To go get a shirt,” Shun said back at him, easing the door open.
“You can barely walk. And I don’t think you have enough money,”
“Like I give a fuck,” Shun started out the room and was abruptly pulled backwards by a pair of large hands. Cursing a blue streak he tumbled to the floor. A white shirt dangled in the air in front of him.
“You’re going to use mine,” The voice Nakago used meant no arguement. Shun pulled the shirt over his head and made sure he had everything.
“Thank you for the help with that beast, but I better go now.....” He started to hobble away.
“You’re coming with me to the palace, to see your brother,” Nakago said in that same tone. Shun froze, everything in his mind shattered. He could smell the burned wood from that night.
“What do you know about my brother you fuckin’ Hin!?” He yelled, spinning clumsily. He remembered this man as the person who had taken his brother away. Before he hadn’t relized it, pushing the memory of his brother farther and farther back into his mind.
“Amiboshi is safe. You should join him Suboshi,” Shun sputtered.
“Suboshi? As in a seiryuu sei?”
“Of course, or didn’t you ever notice that?” Nakago extended on long finger and pointed at the glowing blue symbol on his shoulder. “kaku”
“Impossiable!” Shun said. Nakago placed a gentle and comforting hand on the younger sei’s shoulder and led him back to the bed.
“It’s not cursed, but a gift. A gift from Seiryuu,” The shogun’s voice was warm and inviting to the weary and confused boy. Shun turned the possibility over in his head. Aniki and him would be together, they’d be happy. But- the seishi were require
to help the miko, maybe die for her. He wasn’t sure he wanted to do that.
“Maybe I’m not cut out for a seishi,” He said, despretely trying to think of reasons.
“Remember what I told your brother? She could wish for true peace... She is obligated to wish for true peace,” Shun faltered in his train of thought. Peace no one would ever be left alone......
“Why is peace such a powerful lure for you?” Nakago whispered, slowly pulling the boy closer. Their faces almost touching Nakago asked his question again, willing the boy to tell him his story.
“Peace.... true peace... no one.... would be alone anymore.........”

Night had fallen, placing its dark blanket over the sun’s bright rays. Shun stiffled a groan, they had been traveling for most of the day and his ankle was still giving him trouble. granted he healed fast, but still the muscle around the bones was br
sed. They had ridden the horse double, Shun in front and Nakago behind. The closeness of the shogun trouble him, but he took no notice of it when they stopped and set camp. Nakago picked a small glad where the stars were easily visable from a hill only a couple yards away. It was late into the night, and Nkago had already fallen asleep it seemed, the blonde was resting under a large tree.
“oyasumi,” Shun whispered and immediately felt foolish. Why was he saying goodnight to the very person who seperated his aniki and him? Grumbling under his breath Shun pulled himself up and slid over to the hill. Giving the camp one last glance he scaled the hill, it was relatively easy.
“kirei hoshi.....” He gazed at the sky longingly for a couple moments then took off the shirt Nakago had lent him and spread it on the ground. After he was satisfied with the result he layed down on it.
“oyasumi aniki.....” he murmered and fell asleep.

Nakago frowned as he watched the boy leave. What a troublesome person, if he hadn’t have angered Ashitare he wouldn’t have been chased. But something about the boy made him think twice. Something that reminded him of a young blonde boy with wide blue eyes named Ayuru*......... he quickly pushed those thoughts out of his mind and remembered when he’d first met the twins. Both of them were cute as can be, standing up to the ‘big-bad’ soldiers. His lips curled into the smirk that had become a part of his features. He’d seen it there in Shun, even then the undying fire of the boy’s soul had shone through his eyes. taunting them, daring them to unleash his full potential. Yesterday, when rescuing Shun that same fire had shown itself as he hurled himself at Ashitare and toyed with death. He’s a constant player in this game of life and death. Flirting with every danger, but cautious around the things that mean the most. A sensitive person, who could easily be mainpulated through his heart.
“so easy to break his neck, but hard to crush his spirit.....” Nakago knew that once his trust was gained it would be hard to lose. On the other hand if he gained his grudge then it would be set in stone and may never be erased. His thoughts then turned to the love concept of this boy. He’d never felt an attraction this strong to anyone before. A sense of belonging and a longing to stay. How foolish. Letting this boy play with me as he pleases..... He thought, but again the picture of a smiling blonde boy came to mind. Ayuru still haunted him even now. It had been Ayuru who killed his mother’s body, far after her soul had been ripped from her and her mind shattered into thousands of pieces. His thoughts played well into the night as the stars revolved in a harmonic dancing rhythm.

They entered the barest hints of the city around the palace at noon. Several traders struggling to catch the attention of the tall blonde shogun and the skinny brown haired boy who rode in front of him. Shun twisted in the saddle to catch a glimpse of the other rider. Nakago had donned his armor today, and a purple ‘kerchief hid half his face. In contrast Shun was a pale shadow. A white shirt and muddied pants, no shoes and mussed brown bangs that veiled his amber eyes.
“We’re going to stop at the inn for today. They aren’t expecting us until tomarrow,” Nakago had told him this morning. The only inn in site was a little run down place with faded blue paint. Several shady figures lingered outside, smelling of sake and whiskey. Nakago stopped the horse and climbed down, Shun did his best to imitate the graceful departure and managed to look like an unblooded boy.
“We’ll stay here.” If he had had any warmth before it vanished in a trace when they entered the facility. tables and chairs lay scattered around the common room, and the drunks littered the area. Shun stiffled a groan of disappointment, he’d rather
eep under stars, maybe tonight he could sneak out. The rest of the day pasted in idle activity and bored conversation as Shun stared out the grubby window of their room. nakago had went off to the twon, to buy some supllies. A shapr rap on the door called his attention to it. His dagger and ryuuseisui lay on the ground next to the bed. Another rap.
“Coming.....” It was near dinner, Nakago was supposed to be back really soon. Surprisingly Shun enjoyed the blonde’s company, if only they would just sit in companionable silence. He opened the door and fell in a heap as a large heavy object connect
with his head.
“Naka?-unh.....”

Nakago frowned, the door to his room was open. Stepping cautiously in he looked around. Everything was in order, the bed was made and his packs untouched. Subosho’s ryuuseisui and dagger lay on the floor. There was only one question. Where was Shun?
He looked closer at the ground, three tiny droplets of blood were splattered by the door.
“k’so.”

His head hurt and his wrists were sore. Someone was tugging at his pants, he groaned and cracked an eyelid. The smell of sake was heavy as a face was thrust into his.
“wakie wakie little boy! We’re gonn have some fun!” The stranger’s breath was full of liquor and his eyes had an unfocused look to them. Shun bit back a cry of fear as his pants came off. He had somehow lost his shirt as well. The person in front
his had black hair and odd wine colored eyes. He would’ve mistaken him as a girl if he had been wearing any pants.
“n-nani?” Shun stuttered, fully comprehending the meaning in those words. Two rough hands grabbed his shoulders. His eyes widened and a pair of heavy lips forced themselves on his own.
“virgin skin’s always the best....” Someone slurred. Shun screamed as a hand hit him. Screaming and crying, begging and pleading he struggled to get free.
“Shut the slut up!” A gag was forced into his mouth. Tears rolled down his cheeks. The two men holding him leered, and his fears solidified.

Nakago felt the ki that was distincly Suboshi’s. A bright splash of light in this god foresaken hell hole. He grimly stared at the door. It’s rough wood bore scars of abuse and a strong smell of sake penatrated the dark wood. Cruel and lustful laughes echoed around him as he reached for the handle.....

She was screaming, they were hurting his okaa-sama. Ayuru stared in horror and shock as the five men grouped around his mother laughed and jeered at her attempts to get free.
“Run! Run Ayuru!” She screamed as they undid their pants and forced themselves upon her. Ayuru screamed. A blue light covered the area. Seconds later, only ash covered the ground. Ayuru gazed at the place where his mother had lain. He may have killed her body, but she had been dead before his power had even touched her. These.... dare he call them men? These bastards killed her. A cold smouldering rage built in his chest. Only later would it be unleashed and Nakago would rise up from the ashes of Ayuru’s fragmented and shattered soul. Then, Hell would be unleashed.

Nakago didn’t even turn the handle, but pushed his ki through the door, willing it to burn and splinter. The two men were too drunk to even comprehend the danger they were in. The one with long black hair grinned nad held up a bottle of sake.
“Wanna join the party blondie?” He asked, his words slurring together. Nakago looked around the room, his eyes landing on the body hung at the end of the room. Shunkaku was suspended by his wrists and his body bore marks of gang-rape. Anger burned
ep in his chest. These bastard hurt HIS Shunkaku. The amber eyes which once held a firey soul and compassion were blank and unseeing, only an ember lay behind those orbs. The other man was still fondeling the boy, grinning idiotically as he kissed hi
neck and giggled drunkinly. Nakago let out his breath and unleashed his power on the first man. Only his ashes remained, blowing slightly.
“Release him,” The cold hard statement somehow got to the drunk’s brain. He licked his lips, his eyes only pinpoint dots on white. Nodding dumbly he cut Shun down and handed him to Nakago. A icey sneer was on the Shogun’s face.
“Shi-ne,” The room exploded in a bomb of heat and sparks.
“N-nakago-sama?” Shun asked, tilting his head so he could see the face of his savior, smiling he let head fall and whispered “yokatta”.

Amiboshi twitched in bed, grabbing at the sheets he screamed. Within minutes his voice was raw and hoarse, he was reduced to whimpering.
“iie! Yamero!” He cried, tears running down his face. Soi peeked in his room. After seeing he was alone she walked in, puzzlement written on her face. A faint bruise appeared on his cheek for a couple seconds then vanished. She scrubbed at her e
s.
“Amiboshi! wake up!” Soi hissed, shaking him. His eyes snapped open and he pushed her away.
“Don’t touch me! Yamero!” She clapped a hand over his mouth.
“Its me! Soi!” He squirmed, eyes unfocused. She slapped him, his muffled cries lessening; Soi removed her hand.
“Shunkaku! Shunkaku’s in the city!” He began pulling clothes off the floor and putting them on. He walked past her and grabbed his flute.
“He’s hurt! I have to go to him!” She grabbed his arm. Amber eyes met blue eyes and held.
“Go if you must, but he will be here tomarrow, Nakago doesn’t just let his seishi die,” Amiboshi froze, his flute fell to the ground with a resounding clatter in the quiet room.
“...Shun.....chan.........”

“Seiryuu Shichi Seishi Suboshi,” he whispered. Looking at his relfection in the mirror. He had once seen Shunkaku, a boy with spirit who loved to watch the stars and shared that with the people closest to his heart. Now, he only saw a shadow of tha
boy. Dull brown hair and glazed amber eyes.
“Or am I Bu Shunkaku?” He asked his reflection. His heart pounded. His reflection smirked and raised a hand, the whirring of the ryuuseisui was comforting to his ears.
“To protect the ones close to your heart you must accept me. Welcome me, welcome Seiryuu,” the reflection whispered. Shun reached out to touch the other’s face, but his fingers brushed against glass.
“Close to my heart....?” His reflection laughed. Two other people stood in the mirror now.
“Aniki.... and Nakago!?” He asked. Suboshi laughed again, an empty cruel sound.
“You’ve loved the shogun since he took your brother away. Its in your heart, I should know, I’m you!” Suboshi grinned and the two people vanished. Leaving only the seishi and his insane grin.
“wo ai ni, Nakago....” Shun put a hand over his heart. His memory of that night invaded his mind, flushing out his tears, which he would not let fall.
“Do you love him? Does he love you? Let me Shun.... welcome me with open arms...... your other half!” Suboshi was whispering urgetnly now and the shadow of the God Seiryuu was behind him in the mirror.
“no! I won’t lose myself to you! Aniki’s my other half! Not you!!!!!” Shun cried, bringing both fists down on the mirror. It cracked, but did not break.
“I’m in your heart, in your mind you can’t win! Sooner or later I’ll come out, and then........... You and I will be one!” Suboshi laughed, his insane smile spreading over his features. The mirror darkened and the Shadow of the God eclipsed the laug
ng figure.
“IIE!!!!!!!!”

“IIE!!!!!!!” Shunkaku screamed. A pair of arms encircled him, just like aniki used to do when he had nightmares. He collapsed backwards into them, sobbing. He hurt all over, and those men had put their hands on him.
“don’t leave me alone! Onegai!” he asked, clinging to Nakago as if he was all he had. Shocked, Nakago let the boy cling to him. Slowly he rocked him back and forth, quietly singing a lullaby his mother once sang to him. Shun’s sobs slowed to a trick
and he lay back, asleep in the arms of the one he loved.
“wo.......ai ni.......na...kago....” he murmured. Nakago blinked, then smiled, his first true smile in a long time. He pulled the covers over both himself and Shunkaku. They might not get a lifetime of love, but they had tonight.


“Can you ride?” Nakago asked Shun as they gathered their items. The boy nodded, and rubbed at a small scab on his face. They’d hit him last night, and he looked like shit. A large bruise covered his left cheek and the cut was on his chin. His back and hips were covered in bruises and scratches, but he felt good. This morning he’d woken up with a sense of belonging. Nakago had had his arms wrapped around him, and he didn’t want to get up. Wishing that the moment would have lasted forever.
“I can ride. The palace isn’t that far is it?” He made idle conversation, his mind on the topic. He could feel aniki. He could feel the singing resounding touch of his brother through their bond. He smiled, a full blown Shun-chan smile. Nakago gave
Shun one of his own, a rare gift.
“No more then Ten minutes. We should leave now,” Without another word they set off. Nakago noticed that Shun closed up around other people who weren’t his brother or Nakago. He was moody, unpredictable and hotheaded. A well earned smirk was always
n place. So that’s how he hides himself. I hide behind a wall of ice as he does under a bravado. How alike we are. Hiding the shattered and broken child that longs for nothing more then peace and love.

The palace loomed above them in an ominous fashion. The gaurds nodded repesctfully when they entered. They rode as the had when the rode into this part of town, except for the fact that Nakago had bought Shun a new pair of pants and a shirt. Shun no
wore a black shirt and pants, accenting his pale skin and therefore accenting his bruise.
“unh........ aniki?” Shun murmered, pulling up the hemmed sleeve of his new shirt. A message was scrawled there, not aniki’s style, but his handwriting.
“They’re meeting us in the front hall, Nakago-sama,” The shogun raised one eyebrow in question. Shunkaku raised an arm, the black material fell away to reveal the message.
“You can--?” He left the question hang as he dismounted. Shun was about to hop down, but a powerful arm wrapped around his waist and Nakago easily pulled him down. His protest was cut off with a motion, they entered the palace. A ghostly figure stood
watching, Suboshi giggled, his not-quite-sane eyes full of the prospect of merging with ‘his’ body.
“soon Shunkaku... soon the need for revemge will cover you... just as your precious aniki will be consumed by Amiboshi.......” He giggled again, his lover and him hadn't had bodies in a while. It would be fun!

Soi’s eyes narrowed, there was that brat, in HER Nakago’s arms. She hissed angrily and started walking purposely foreward. Amiboshi trailed behind, his flute tucked neatly into his sash. Shunkaku was neatly tucked into Nakago’s arms, a shy smile on
s lips. The ugly brusie marred his feautres, but it was his brother. As Soi reached the shogun he placed Shun feet first on the floor. The younger twin broke into a run.
“ANIKI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Amiboshi also started to run, they bridged the distance within second, though it seemed to take hours. Koutoku smiled as his brother’s arms wrapped around him. For now, they were just Koutoku and Shunkaku. Both of them
ll to the floor, laughing and crying. Injuries and leavings were forgotten as they remembered what it was like to be togther.

“We’re all alone Shun-chan,” Koutoku tried to smile at his brother. Shun’s watery eyes met his brother’s.
“You promise you’ll never leave me? Like.....” Tears fell, cutting off his sentence. Koutoku wrapped his arms around his younger brother.
“I promise. We’ll be together forever... just like this.....”











He was scared, even the brilliant shining of the stars couldn’t erase his aprehension. He hugged himself, pulling his legs to his chest. A shooting star fell across the sky, the goldenball with a flaming tail.
“ryuusei.....” He smiled, he knew the legend that he and his brother heard all their life. A shooting star was an omen for things to come. It’s so bright and cheerful. Maybe its good news? His thoughts left the star and turned to the new center o
his life. In only a couple short days he’d transformed his image of Nakago. First he was a savior, then a demon who took his brother away. Lastly....... a lover, comeone to care for, love and cherish. A shiver ran down his back. Nakago brightened h
world, but a cold shadow had fallen across his soul. He was forever used, dirty, not worth anything. A hand touched his shoulder, he grabbed it and craned his neck.
“I came to say goodnight,”
“As warm and friendly as ever, oyasumi then,” Shun said, smiling slightly as Nakago nodded. Do you hate me? Look on me in disgust of what happened? Or..... do you understand? He sighed inwardly, trying to bury what he felt. But in the very presence
of what caused him this feeling and passion, he was afraid it would consume him.
“Oyasumi, Shun-chan,” Neither of them moved. An omen, shooting stars are an omen. I’d give my chance to know now.... and if he rejects me....... The icey fear of rejection was pushed away by the pulsating light of the shooting star. He wasn’t afra
anymore, from every fire a phoenix is born from the ash. With the shooting star in his mind, Shunkaku stood and embraced the older man.
“Aishiteru, aishiteru Nakago,” Shun whispered. Nakago froze, his heart beating wildly against his ribcage. Love, the very word was forgein to him. His mother had told him that once, before.... before Ayuru ‘died’. Shun brought the best out in him,
nd wanted to love him. Dare he turn down the pleading eyes and shatter that pure heart forever? The warm fuzzy feeling in his heart began to spread, clouding his thouts and surrounding him in bliss. This was how love was supposed to be. He hadn’t felt
this way in a while. Slowly, ever so slowly he placed his arms around Shun. Together they stood there in the night, letting their hearts meet.
“can you love me?” Nakago thought aloud. Shun’s silver laughter made him blush. And here I was worried about that same thing! He thought, hoping and wishing with all his heart that he played the right game to win Nakago’s heart. The amber eyes, holding both innocence and a look so old for one so young met the other’s own ice eyes. A wry smile played on the lips that had drunk from the well of death and kissed the faces of saints. (........)
“Can you love me?” he asked, placing a light kiss on his cheek.
“too easily....” The blonde whispered, lifting Shun’s face to meet his own. Their eyes met, and all doubts were instantly erased. The moon rose high and at its zenith they discovered something.
“Then there’s your answer..........” He smiled and reached up on his tip toes. Nakago bent down, their lips met in a single searing kiss. That night, they swore, no words were needed, only that one passionate kiss. The discovery of one’s self is im
rtant, the discovery of one’s heart is what life is about.


She ran a finger down the pane of glass, tracing the moon. Blowing gently Soi traced the charcters for ‘moon’ and then, ‘tear’. Her face was shadowed and hidden by the sweep of bangs and long hair that draped over her face. A trickle of water ran do
her cheek, followed quickly by another.
“so... its over? Just like that..... how easily you played me.....” she whispered, lifting her face to see the pair on the roof. They still stood there, a testement to her silent pleads. With a cry of rage she lifted a hand and blasted her window w
h her power. The glass fell, and it was if time had stopped. She watched the fragments, her memories flowing freely, her memories of HIM... Nakago-sama....
“I am no longer owned by my heart...... but by my duty,” She said softly to herself. A perfectly manicured hand lifted to eye level. The cool blue eyes narrowed dangerously and she clenched her hand. Do I hate Suboshi? No, Nakago is such an easy p
son to love. I hate Nakago for loving Suboshi...... Then the thought hit her. She smiled.
“Revenge is a sweet word born on the black arrows of death,”