(T)
I’m a little stiff from the overnight train – I should have followed my wife’s advice and booked the higher class train car, or one of the little rooms… but I didn’t and while travel has improved since I last went to Toyko, oh, what, 7 years now? it’s not that much better.
I was last here to inspect the house my client had been left by his father. A nice solid house in a good neighborhood, and according to my sources, unlikely to be “redeveloped” for a long time. And in time, it was the house I arranged for Hide-neesan to rent. After she left a friend found a young couple to live there, until suddenly the TMPD took over the house…. my client was paid for it and wanted to imigrate anyway, so no complaints there.
And Hide-neesan, after five years, was back in it.
With her daughter.
With Saitou-san.
It’s not that far from the train station, right, to the house? Hailing a carriage here… don’t need to spend that!
It’s not that long before I reach the house. It’s still a quiet neighborhood, and not too late in the morning. I note that the nameplate has changed – Yamaguchi? Who on earth is -that-?
(H)
I’m doing morning chores, and Yukiko-san went with the marketing list to go shopping after taking the children to school. I smile – I wonder if Eiji-san will meet her there? I’ve not been able to help that along. Even if it doesn’t turn into what Eiji-san wants, she still needs a friend, and I’m certain that he does as well. And he’s a good young man, who will stay her friend even if it doesn’t turn into anything else.
I’m surprised when I hear a knock – I’m alone in the house and it’s too quiet – and I go carefully to the gate?
“Tamesaburou?”
(T)
Hide-neesan is surprised to see me. “Hello, onee-san. I thought it would be nice to stop by, I had some business in Tokyo,” I fib. And she knows me well enough to know that I wouldn’t stay at a ryoken or one of those “hotels” when I have family in town. “I thought it was about time I met my one and only niece!” I can’t help but look at her – she never was a beauty like my Hanako but she looks well, for, what, forty? And she is indeed very, very pregnant.
I smile, but she seems unsettled … she just stares at me and then blinks, twice, and finally smiles. “Ah, welcome, Tamebo,” she says. She wipes her hands on her apron, and invites me in, and I notice that she -locks- the gate behind her.
“Is crime a problem here?” I ask, noticing that the gate is different than the one that was here from my visit, and the lock is a strong one.
She shakes her head. “Oh, no, we just need to be careful.” She smiles and escorts me inside the house, and it’s a restful place. From the open shoji screens out to the back garden, I can see a new addition built on the back, and of course, well-tended gardens in Hide-neesan’s (and our mother’s) style.
“Would you like some tea?”
(H)
He sits at the kitchen table (in marked difference to Namuzawa-san) and eyes the tea. “This isn’t the Inaba family special tea, is it?”
I laugh at that – how silly I was to think that he had some -purpose- in coming here. He’s my brother and we can be ourselves. “No, no, please don’t tell Hanako-san, but after I extracted the message, I was happy to dispose of that tea.”
“That was smart,” he says, taking a sip of the tea. “Ah, so did you and Saitou-san find the information useful?”
I stay standing, and lean a little against the counter while drinking my own tea. “Yes, thank you very much. It was important.” I look up from my tea. “I’m not certain if work will keep him tonight, but I’m certain he’ll look forward to meeting you to tell you himself.”
“It does seem quiet here,” he says. I offer breakfast, which he accepts, and I start getting together rice, soup, pickles, fish. The usual.
“The children – my Makoto-chan, and Hajime’s son Tsutomu-kun – are away at school.” It’s strange to devide the children like that… “Hajime’s neice, Yukiko-san, has been staying with us for the past few months – she’s a fine young lady and very helpful around the house. She’s out doing the marketing right now. I’m a little… cumbersome outside right now,” I smile a little, and start putting dishes on the table.
(T)
Hide-neesan’s cooking! It’s all simple, but I can taste my grandmother’s cooking in what she presents. I close my eyes and for a minute I’m a child again, eating up as she scolds me to stop being fussy. Hanako has improved so much, but there’s the the food you ate as a child that really hits an old memory…
I eat and listen to her talk about the people she shares her home with. Tsutomu-kun must be the “stepson” who needed Yuubo’s advice for schooling. And a neice…
And she talks of Saitou-san. “Oh, he doesn’t come home every night?” I ask, casually. As an attorney I’ve learned how to ask questions in a way that doesn’t sound like I’m prying…
“His work is important, and because of that, it’s unpredictable.” I look up from my food to see her face, to try to read it, but it’s impassive.
“But you’re being left home alone, this late in your pregnancy?” I arranged for my mother-in-law, or one of my many sisters-in-law, to always be home with Hanako, every time… I can’t help but frown.
She gives me a -look-. “As I said, Yukiko-san is doing the marketing, which can’t be helped.”
(OOC – they can be interrupted at any time, or not. If not, I’ll continue later)
It was only coincidence but I saw the young lady, the little girl called “Yukiko-nee-san” drop the children in school while I was being a good guardian to young Kenji, doing the same. She didn’t notice me but on my way back to the dojo, the young lady turned the opposite direction than going back home! What an opportunity – that should not be squandered! Besides I have spent too much time reading up on the language of flowers and so in god-like speed I ran and hopped around the neighborhood looking for that specific flower that will -clearly- convey my feelings and my -expectation- on how the little lady should -respond- to my overtures!
Finally! Not too far from her home I land in a neighbor’s garden full of yellow Jonquils. With lightning speed I gather up a few dozen and find a red ribbon carelessly left in the yard and tie the beautiful flowers into a bouquet. I stop by the window of the house and catch my reflection and straighten up my cape and make my hair look even prettier than it has been staying in that run down dojo. I take a deep breath and smile into the window, admiring my teeth and my twinkling eyes. I raise my arm watching it flex in the window when suddenly I hear a scream! A blood curdling scream!
“There’s a monster outside!!!”
“A burglar?”
“No! A monster of a man outside!”
I am -no- monster! I shout at them. I can’t really blame those who cannot fathom a beautiful physique like mine and neither will I give them pleasure to gawk at my awesomeness so I jump out of the yard and head straight a few neighboring gates down the street.
I try to open the gates to her house but it won’t budge. I could force it but then I’d have to fix it later (a gentleman does that) but I don’t want to waste my time doing -that- and it’s so much easier to just hop over the high wall. Hmm…
I stop, considering my choices. I suppose it depends if I want to have a great entrance or a -grand- entrance. Also I wonder if the wolf is here? If he’s here shouldn’t I make a grand entrance instead, so the little lady can see immediately the difference between us? That I am a much better suitor than him in all ways. Quietly I scan for the wolf. If he’s here then all the better!
(OOC: Hiko is taking his time outside. No one should be able to spot him yet unless they are outside. He’s debating how to make his entrance. Tamebo and Hide can continue their conversation but likely Hiko will interrupt in the next round of posts.)
(H)
I try not to sigh as Tamesaburou expresses his dislike of the situation. “I’m not too often left alone,” I say, pouring him more tea.
He looks at the pink flowers in the middle of the table. “Those are pretty,” he says, backing away from the topic.
I smile at them. “Ah, yes, Hajime brought those to me.” I touch the blooms for a minute. “Pretty, aren’t they? How’s Hanako-san doing with the garden.”
He grins a little. “She’s going for what she calls ‘low maintance’, but it’s still very restful, and a wonderful place for the children to play.”
I nod. Due to her family’s unsettled life, she never got to learn to enjoy housekeeping. Yuunosuke mentioned that her cooking has really come a long way, and she keeps the house spotless. Good. They were married so young…
(T)
He… brings her flowers? I catch the tender look on her face, and it tells me so much.
She does love him.
He shows… kindness to her.
Then why aren’t they married?
“Your gardens here are nice. Were they this nice before you left, or is this all your work since coming back to Tokyo?” I ask. On a beautiful summer’s morning, everything is open to catch the breeze and I can have a good view of it all.
“Thank you. It’s always work, but you know, it’s work I really enjoy.” She smiles at that. “Oh! Now that you’re done, I should show you tokonoma – we only finished setting it up this week.”
I follow her into the front room, where the shoji doors remain closed, so it’s a bit dark. And there, in the alcove, is… I smile slowly.
“Where did this one come from?” I say, looking at the tattered flag in awe. “There’s not many that survived.”
“Hajime made sure that it did… it’s the flag that went with the last of the Shinsengumi, up in Aizu, and over their last stand.”
For a moment we stand quietly and look at it. Then she kneels to pray, and, after a moment, I join her.
(H)
After we’re finished in there, we go to the back, and I show him the addition. “With Tsutomu-kun and Yukiko-san here, we needed more space,” I say. “He also some Western-style plumbing put in, which is conveinant.”
“So Tsutomu-kun is permananent?” He looks up to the upstairs windows.
“At least until next spring, when he finishes his last year at Futuaba.” I shrug a little. “After that, who knows, I’d like him to stay in Tokyo…” I look up at him and smile. “He’s a stubborn boy, but good. He and Makoto-chan adore each other.”
“We recently had Hajime’s younger son, down from Aizu, along with his adopted father,” I say, “so the additional space was good to have. And back during the summer, when Hajime was gone on a long assignment at work, an old family friend of his stayed with us, but he’s left now.” I look out to the garden – no word from him, and Yukiko-san still seems bereft. “Hajime also has Eiji-san, who’s now grown – but as a child, his family died and Hajime took him in.”
(T)
It’s strange how she speaks of Saitou-san’s sons with no refenence to their mother. Does Hide-neesan not consider any of that? Or does she live her life, carefree, without regard to that lady?
“It seems as if you’re doing well here,” I tell her.
She nods. “And your business – when will you need to attend to that.”
“Oh… it’s rather flexible,” I tell her. It -is-. I’ve already pre-purchased my return trip as the savings on a round trip were good ones, and I dare not leave Hanako with all of the children so long… three days should be enough.
“I’ll have to put you up in the tatami room,” she tells me, almost apologetically. “And earlier, thank you for not minding eating in the kitchen. We don’t live grand lives here.”
“Oh, no, I’m glad to see you after all of these years, onee-san,” I tell her. Truthfully, I am… but why is she so defensive of her hospitality? It is a little strange that she doesn’t have any help here. “And I can’t wait to meet your Makoto-chan. I’ve also brought some recent pictures of my children.” That’s one expense I don’t mind…
(OOC – just hanging out, hahaha)
It’s no use. If the Wolf is in there, I may make a grand entrance and break down the gate but it would be unmanly to have to fix the same gate that I broke in front of my rival. I stand up from sitting cross legged in front of the gate.
Well then. Here goes!
With the hiten mitsurugi style I leap high into the air but with much finessee like a ballerina, land with but a soft thud on her front yard. I look around, it’s pretty. She maintains a simple but beautiful flower garden. She does indeed have the qualities of a good housewife.
Going up to the door I knock and hide the bouquet of flowers behind my back. I smile my best and today I will be in my best behavior. Well as much as the situation will allow. After all women throw themselves at me and in time, so will she!
(OOC: Hiko’s wanting some attention. Heh. And I hope you’re not too pressured to write. That’s a lot of singular writing for you. heh.)
(T)
“Someone’s at the door, oneesan,” I say, hearing a -loud- knock. “Wait, didn’t you lock the gate behind you?”
She goes pale. “Oh, no, not -now-.”
“Who is it?” I look at the door with alarm – is there danger here?
She sighs, and rolls her eyes. “A man named Hiko Seijirou. He’s the master of the infamous Battosai of the days of the war, who’s now a supposedly harmless ruruoni – ” my face must be revealing something, and she wave her head, “I’ll explain later. But this man has decided to pester me…”
WHAT? “Hide-neesan, this place isn’t safe -at all-.” The Battosai is alive? “Why isn’t Saitou-san here to defend you? Or does he let men come and disturb you?”
The door is attacked again. “Wait, Tamesaburou. This man is a -mountain-. He’s the one that took on that giant, during that fight in Kyoto several years ago.” This time I know my face shows a reaction – the idea that one man could take down that … monster? I didn’t think it was possible.
“Oneesan, let me send him on his way.”
I open the door. She’s right, he’s massive. “Hello, how may I help you?” I ask, very businesslike. I’m not going to let this man distract me from hearing more about my sister’s life.
(OOC – if Tamesaburou has any detectable ki, it’s very very low, as he is of a long samurai lineage, but due to a childhood injury, never pursued the sword)
Hiko:
A middle aged but weak looking man answers the door. I eye him from head to toe. Inconsequential
He’s getting in the way.
“Who are you? ” I ask with a frown and step inside brushing his shoulder aside “is the little lady alright? What did you do to her? ”
I proceed inside without being invited in. If there’s a problem there’s nothing Hiko the master can’t fix!
“Hide-chan!” I call out, my voice in a sing song.
(T)
He pushes his way past me.
Who are you? is the little lady alright? What did you do to her?
I look up at him, frowning. “Sir, this is my sister’s home, and she’s not expecting nor wishing any visitors. You’ll need to leave.”
(H)
Tamesaburou seemed determined to try to… well, I could have told him that it wouldn’t work. I wait on the back engawa, shuddering at his too-familiar tone with my name…
“Sir, this is my sister’s home, and she’s not expecting nor wishing any visitors. You’ll need to leave.”
“Oh!” I stop and turn slightly as I enter the now all too familiar kitchen. “You’re not suspicious at all then.” I ignore the last bit of wanting me to leave. He didn’t know who I am. I am -the- future!
I go into the kitchen and notice the food has already been prepared. “She’s always ready for a visitor you know.” I say with a grin, “I see you’ve had a meal already.”
I look around for a place to put the Jonquils I brought and can’t find any so I decide to take the still fresh flowers from the table and dump it to the kitchen sink. Carefully I fill it back up with water and place -my- yellow flowers there and put it back in the middle of the kitchen table, then I sit down.
“She likes flowers.” I tell the weak man, “And feeding people.” I add. I’ll wait around here until she gets back. She must’ve heard me and ran to get her hair done. Women do that for me.
(T)
You’re not suspicious at all then.
“No, I’m not, but you are. Who are you, and why are you here?”
He pushes his way into the kitchen… and dumps the flowers that oneesan said came from Saitou-san, the same ones she touched so tenderly.
She likes flowers. And feeding people
Both of those are… easy to know about her. He seems to be showing off for me. “Well, I don’t think she wanted you here today.” I look again at the flowers.
Then Hide-neesan enters. “Oh, you didn’t involve a child today?” She looks unhappy to see him, and much more -tired- than she was just a few minutes ago.
(H)
He…. replaced Hajime’s flowers. My frown deepens, as I look around the room. I first go to the trash, and then I seem them dumped in the sink. I pick them up, carefully. “These are -mine- and you have no right to touch them, much less try to dispose of them.”
I sigh. “My brother is here, and only for a short time. I’d like to spend time with him.” I don’t add that it’s been years, and that his business seems to be -me-… and why and what for I’d like to get to the bottom of before everyone else returns home.
“No, I’m not, but you are. Who are you, and why are you here?”
“Oh so you want to get to know me better?” I chuckle and rub my chin, “Of course. Of course. I’m here as a suitor to your sister.”
“Oh, you didn’t involve a child today?”
I smile at the sight of -my- little lady. All pouty like that. “Not today. Next time I’ll bring little Kenji. He’s quite taken with you.”
“These are -mine- and you have no right to touch them, much less try to dispose of them.”
“But I brought you -new- ones.” I motion to the center of the table. “Those seem cheap anyway. Who in their right mind would give you those?” I shrug. “The wolf isn’t the type to give a woman flowers is he? I don’t recall him ever giving one to his wife.” Though certainly I got the feeling that Sada wanted to receive some sort of overture from me back then. Perhaps I should’ve given her a pink tulip.
“My brother is here, and only for a short time. I’d like to spend time with him.”
“Why don’t you sit down Hide-chan and we can catch up with your brother?” I look at the man, “What’s your name and what is your question for me. I’ll be happy to answer -anything- and everything.”
(H)
Of course. Of course. I’m here as a suitor to your sister.
Tamesaburou blinks. “I believe she’s already involved with someone.”
“Which I keep telling him,” I add. I don’t respond to his comment about Kenji-kun. I doubt that Himura-san would like her son being used like that.
But I brought you -new- ones. Those seem cheap anyway. Who in their right mind would give you those? The wolf isn’t the type to give a woman flowers is he? I don’t recall him ever giving one to his wife.
“Hajime gave those to me. Those are hydrangeas, and he was attentive enough to notice that while I grow blue and purple ones, I don’t have any pink because my soil is wrong for it.” I smile, tightly. “And it’s hardly the first one he’s given to me.”
(T)
Why don’t you sit down Hide-chan and we can catch up with your brother? What’s your name and what is your question for me. I’ll be happy to answer -anything- and everything.
“Ah, well, you see, it’s all family business,” I respond, taking a seat and offering one to him. “And I’m Yagi Tamesaburou, Hide-neesan’s brother from Kyoto, here on a short trip.”
I glance over at my sister, whose lips are pressed into a thin line and again, she looks -tired-. She’s making no move to sit, instead, she remains at the counter next to her rescued flowers, almost guarding them, her arms crossed above the bulk of her stomach as she lectures about soil acidity and defends Saitou-san.
“But I think I recognize you! Aren’t you the one who defended Kyoto so well, during that incursion a few years back? I hear that you single-handedly took down the one who was as large as a mountain.” Perhaps he’d rather talk about himself, and will give Hide-neesan a break.
Hiko:
I don’t have any pink because my soil is wrong for it.”
“Ah but I’ve been studying up on the language of flowers and -pink- is only for friends.” I grin at her. “He may have given you many but he’s not diligent enough to know what it means. While these flowers,” I lift up the vase to show to her, “Represent desire, domestic bliss and a desire to return affection.”
The brother introduces himself and I sit back down. Perhaps if I am amiable to her brother, surely the wolf will not be as amiable as I!
“And I’m Yagi Tamesaburou, Hide-neesan’s brother from Kyoto, here on a short trip.” “But I think I recognize you! Aren’t you the one who defended Kyoto so well, during that incursion a few years back? I hear that you single-handedly took down the one who was as large as a mountain.”
I nod and laugh. “Yes I am he, the 13th Master of the Hiten Mitsurugi. You may call me Hiko-sensei. It is true that I brought down that warrior. His name was Fuji and he may as well be as big as mount Fuji.”
I look at her still standing up, “Hide-chan, do you have some sake around here? Or something to drink?”
“A funny coincidence during the time was that my errant student was working with the Wolf of Mibu in subduing some random menace. Had I known that he was in Kyoto and knew Hide-chan, I would’ve asked to be introduced. Ah but here we are today so many years later and it seems he’s got the one up on me.”
I look at the bulge of my future housewife. That too can be called part of my “future”, an instant family so to speak. “Thankfully I had the good fortune of being “acquainted” with the Wolf’s wife while in Tokyo 5 years ago and found out that the wolf is trying to take another perfectly good mate while he already has had his -share-.”
Of course I am here, to save this damsel in distress!
(H)
Ah but I’ve been studying up on the language of flowers and -pink- is only for friends.” I grin at her. “He may have given you many but he’s not diligent enough to know what it means. While these flowers,” I lift up the vase to show to her, “Represent desire, domestic bliss and a desire to return affection.
“I find the language of flowers to be overly complicated, and one should always view the giver’s intent,” I respond. Looking at the yellow flowers, two of which still have roots and dirt attached… did he purloin those from someone’s garden?
I -dislike- him calling me Hide-chan. Since girlhood, only my parents and other old relations called me that, along with Kondou-san and Hijikata-san, but from them it was… endearing. This man is trying to claim closeness -where there is none-.
(T)
So this -is- the man… although I had heard, from eyewitnesses, that first he talked the giant man Fuji into submission – and I can see how. If his manner is a force of nature, what could his sword do?
“And I heard that the famed Oniwaban group was there, too, and took on many of the criminals,” I say, thinking back.
Hide-chan, do you have some sake around here? Or something to drink?
“No, I do not, and anyway, it’s too early for -that-, and my stepson isn’t here to get inebriated,” she answers, again, with that tight smile.
A funny coincidence during the time was that my errant student was working with the Wolf of Mibu in subduing some random menace. Had I known that he was in Kyoto and knew Hide-chan, I would’ve asked to be introduced.
Again with the tight smile, “I didn’t know the Battosai back then, we were on opposite sides, and from what I know of him then, he was a rather grim boy and not taken to socialization.”
“And besides, she already had a suitor then,” I add, and Hide-neesan gives me a -look-. What? Does she pretend that Okita-san doesn’t exist as well?
Thankfully I had the good fortune of being “acquainted” with the Wolf’s wife while in Tokyo 5 years ago and found out that the wolf is trying to take another perfectly good mate while he already has had his -share-.
The way he says “acquainted”… I just look at him for a minute – does he mean… “so you’re the sort of man who preys on married women? Or just the ones of Saitou-san?” I ask. I know they’re not married… but she in no way seems to be welcoming this, and is only being polite. I never knew her to be a flirt, and she’s not really very pretty, so what is this man up to? And why does she tolerate this? Certainly he’s not someone to mess with, but only the thickest of men try -this- hard for an unwilling woman.
Wait, wait, my brother tries pretty hard onAsuka-san… but I doubt he’s -this- obnoxious.
“I find the language of flowers to be overly complicated, and one should always view the giver’s intent,”
I smile “Exactly Hide-chan. I spent an entire week learning the language of flowers. And as for intent, do you think you can trust intent from a married man, even if they do give you flowers? Come now. I’m -here- a bachelor. Much more capable than he.”
“And I heard that the famed Oniwaban group was there, too, and took on many of the criminals,”
“Of course. They are led by a young woman Makimachi I think. They were very hospitable to me and -thankful-, after all I virtually saved the city of Kyoto while my errant student and the wolf had a hard time in Mt. Hiei.
“No, I do not, and anyway, it’s too early for -that-, and my stepson isn’t here to get inebriated,”
“Ah well then Hide-chan, fulfill your domestic duties as a housewife and give your brother and I some refreshments.” She’s cross right now but does she really let that get in the way of being a good hostess? She’s better than that I think?
I didn’t know the Battosai back then, we were on opposite sides, and from what I know of him then, he was a rather grim boy and not taken to socialization.”
“And besides, she already had a suitor then,”
My eyes shot up! And I turn to her brother, “Another suitor you say? Pray tell me what he was like? How does he compare to this sham of a wolf?”
“so you’re the sort of man who preys on married women? Or just the ones of Saitou-san?”
“Of course not!” I cross my arms and for a moment am indignant. “You shame me! But I’ll let it pass as you don’t know the situation and so I’ll tell you. More than 5 years ago I was invited back to Tokyo by my errant student as he had just married or was going to. I can’t remember.” I shake my head, “But the wolf’s wife was in Tokyo as well needing some friendship. I had known her many years ago but did not expect to find her married with children. So even if she was -obviously- in need of being taken cared of, I left that duty to her husband.”
I spy a look at Hide-chan, “But the wolf was busy with someone else. If I had known this was happening, I would’ve put a stop to it. It’s only in hindsight unfortunately that one gets a clearer picture. His wife was such a perfect woman, no one in Tokyo found fault in her – intelligent, talented, caring and modest but feisty at times.”
It was something my little lady didn’t want to hear but it’s best that she does. She still has a chance to redeem herself through -me- of course!
(T)
So he’s not married? However, Hide-neesan seems to have no interest in this most… ardent of suitors.
Ah well then Hide-chan, fulfill your domestic duties as a housewife and give your brother and I some refreshments.
And this one… isn’t one I’d want for her. I’m not sure if Saitou-san is, but this man seems like the sort who just tramples over people – and women.
Hide-neesan just remains where she is. “My brother just ate, so I believe he’s good for now.”
I look over at him. Why… does he wear a -cape-?
“So tell me, sir, what is your position? It’s hard to make a living as a kendo instructor – there’s too many former samurai who have no other skill and few who want to learn.” I nod over at my sister. “Other than a cursory study of flowers, what do you have to offer Hide-neesan?”
Another suitor you say? Pray tell me what he was like? How does he compare to this sham of a wolf?
Hide-neesan -watches- me. “Ah, sadly, he died young.” I don’t want to give the man more than that.
He then seems annoyed by my question, and I watch him carefully. How he explains his “friendship” with Saitou-san’s wife. And he doesn’t tell me anything about Saitou-san and oneesan’s past that I’d not already figured out (given the date of Makoto-chan’s birth, for one).
And then he compares her to Saitou-san’s wife. She’s… better at keeping her face unreadable, but she’s still frowning. “So why did you pass on the ‘perfect’ woman? Do you mean to insult my sister by listing the virtues of another woman?”
“Other than a cursory study of flowers, what do you have to offer Hide-neesan?”
He asks me if my position and qualifications. I smile at that. “You are a good brother if you’re asking. Compared to the wolf who has inundated himself with the troubles of the world, I live a peaceful life and mentor others. I make a simple living teaching kendo and selling pottery to the local kyoto townsfolk. To her I offer a life of purity that a simple woman can fulfill without shame. ”
He doesn’t task much about her former flame but I press on. “If you tell me more about this young man, I can offer to emulate such a pure love ” I glance at my little woman and give her a winning smile. “I finally understand that she didn’t go after the wolf out of adventure but with a broken heart and I admire that even more! ”
“So why did you pass on the ‘perfect’ woman? Do you mean to insult my sister by listing the virtues of another woman?”
“Tokio was married. Obviously she is not free and seemed to have adored her husband who paid her no attention and help when she needed it most. ” I look at the brother straight, “I won’t deny that perhaps Hide-chan was such a temptation for the wolf, just as she is to me. That is not an insult to her, but it is a reality that the wolf had taken advantage of two innocents. Tokio is not for me to save but that one, ” I look at her, “can have something better than this mirage of a life. He’s had enough time to marry her and is very capable given his position but he has not. But who can blame him if he can have his cake and eat it to? I can’t let him continue to defile a perfectly good woman. “
(H)
He speaks of a simple life, but I don’t add that life seems to involve imposing in the home of his student for weeks, months at a time? Tamesaburou says nothing.
“That’s long in the past,” he says, in response to the question about Souji. I’m…. a little impressed. He adored Souji (as did the rest of my family) so I thought an eager audience would be welcome to him. But then he adds, “but hardly a broken heart. She seems to have recovered, unlike most women.”
The man in the cape goes on more about Tokio and the -situation- from years ago. The words he uses – defile? Mirage? I keep my eyes on my brother to read his reactions, and… I’m afraid that some part of him is beginning to believe this man.
“Enough! I am -not- some teacup to be -given- to someone. You,” I say, looking at my brother, “do not decide my life, even if you hold the purse strings. I. Am. Happy. Here,” I say, pausing to empathize each word. “And -you-,” I turn to the caped man, “you come here and -bully- and -demean- me and insult the man that I do love, and expect me to fall at your feet?”
I take Hajime’s flowers with me, and leave the room, and go into the back yard. I glance over to the room I share with Hajime – even with the lock, it’s no protection.
The treehouse? I notice that since Hajime has been home, he’s adjusted the ladder so that it’s not so straight and after putting a foot on it to test it, I shove the flowers in my obi and make my way up, the little one now awake and -protesting- at the sudden, unusual movement. I tell it to be calm, but it doesn’t listen to me like it does its father.
Now I’m up here. I’m not sure if I can get back down.
This is stupid. He can get up here (although it would probably fall to the ground, with his weight) easily. But if I left the house he’d catch up to me, throw me over his shoulder and I’d be imprisoned at some rural pottery workshop, and Hajime, if he could find me, wouldn’t come after to fight this man.
Because of course, I told him not to.
I’m trapped.
With two men down there, who just want me to do what -they- want, for their own reasons. My brother’s business is obviously me, what with his lawyerly line of questions. And the man in the cape? Is he on Tokio’s orders to break up Hajime and I, or simply destroy Hajime’s life in recompense for Tokio? And the way he speaks -of- me…
Hiko:
She disappears, unable to take the truth. I sigh.
“She’s stubborn.” I say to her brother, “That man she’s with has clouded her eyes.”
I shake my head and re-arrange the flowers again.
“But I’m a much sturdier man than him who abandoned his wife and children.” I shrug and say to myself, “This will just require more persistence and time.”
Turning to the brother whom she just chastised I say, “You are not wrong to have come here. Your sister is blind to “happiness” she gets from that man. But you can see, although she claims otherwise she’s not happy here.” I pause, “You hold the purse strings? Then perhaps tightening it a little will help her realize her situation. If I were to take a guess he probably lives off of her and have no assets himself.”
Shindou:
It’s the middle of August. I couldn’t go to the precinct – I don’t know if I’ll be welcome there but I wore my uniform but mostly to get her off my back. I’m not sure why I found myself here in Fujita-san’s house instead. “Excuse me, is anybody home?” I knock loudly hoping someone can hear me.
(OOC: it would be preferable in Tamesaburou answered Shindou)
(T)
Hide-neesan simply -flees- the scene… but she’s not wrong. What she told me is like conversations we had, in the years between our mother died and until she left, and what Hanako told me when we were alone.
The man gives his opinions, but… I may have come on a bit of a wild hair, I’m not making any judgements until I know the entire story. My education has taught me how to look at situations, to research, to investigate… to never believe the “first” story. I already let Abe Juro’s story get me turned around, but, now that I’m here, I need to see it all.
And this man is a stranger to me.
And, I’d rather Hide be back home than with a man who talks to her like that.
Also, I need to talk to Saitou-san. While I didn’t know him well, the people I respect most in the world – Hijikata-san, Kondou-san… and my father – thought very well of him.
“I’m afraid it’s more complicated than that, as it’s a bequest to which I actually have very little power.” I could, but, again, if it’s that bad she’s coming home, and not off with this man whose selling point to me seems to be that he’s not Saitou-san.
Excuse me, is anybody home?
A voice outside? A man’s?
I get up. “If you’ll excuse me – it’s probably a delivery.”
I go out to the gate, again noting the sturdiness of the lock and gate – how did that man get in? And I see a young man, dressed in a police uniform. Why would the police be calling? Is this a colleague of Saitou-san’s?
“Hello, sir, may I help you?” He has a nice, open face but looks a little… nervous?
(ooc: i’ll reply tom. sorry)
“I’m afraid it’s more complicated than that, as it’s a bequest to which I actually have very little power.”
“Ah that is unfortunate. Nothing is more regretful than not having the will to do the -right- thing.” If her family is this condoning of her behavior, it’s no wonder she’s -lost-. “But it doesn’t matter if you do anything or not. What matters is that she doesn’t end up like his wife, who was squandered by him and now cast aside, not while I can do something.”
Of course the simple solution to this would be to rid her of the wolf completely, but I have always taken the high road. If I can convince her to choose differently while it’s not too late. Ah unlike my errant student who meddles in other people’s affairs so casually, when I involve myself, I commit! I -involve- myself!
Then we’re interrupted and the brother leaves but I follow him outside.
“Hello, sir, may I help you?”
Standing behind the brother, I see our guest is a familiar one.
“Ah you are that young cop who has been following me around!” I nod agreeably and go in front of the brother, “I appreciate your help a month ago, the first time I met with Hide-chan who tried to help me get to the Kamiya dojo.”
I’m surprised at what greets me. Not Fujita-san nor Yagi-san or even one of the children but mostly strangers. What has happened here?
I take a step forward so they can’t close the gate, removing my cap I bow.
“Thank you gentlemen. I do remember you Hiko-sensei.”
I meet the other man’s eye just to see. Sometimes you can tell what kind of men they are just by looking. He doesn’t seem like a threat but still… It’s better I let them know what I maybe…
“I work for Fujita-san.” I tell them both, “He’s asked me to check up on his family from time to time.” It’s a lie. I know it since I don’t work for the police anymore do i? Did the Sup finally accept my resignation? I take another step inside clearing the gate but not closing it right away.
“If the both of you can kindly cooperate and step outside the Yamaguchi residence, for a short while…” I smile a little and show them the gate, “Standard police procedure for safety of course.”
If the man whom I don’t know protest so easily against the Police then I know what to do with him. I’d have to drag him to the precinct. While the man with the cape, not so easy but I’d have to -something-. Separately I listen for activity inside but it’s dead silent. I hope either no one is truly home or nothing untoward has happened to the residents inside. In which case I’m severely outnumbered and I don’t even have a sword. For a moment I wished I was still in service – but the uniform should be enough.
(T)
“Ah that is unfortunate. Nothing is more regretful than not having the will to do the -right- thing.
I don’t reply to that – I -am- doing the right thing. I didn’t withdraw the support she was due while she was in Ito, even as she refused the money. And I won’t now.
What matters is that she doesn’t end up like his wife, who was squandered by him and now cast aside, not while I can do something.
“You would decide that for her?” I ask, looking at him. And as it seems that Hide-neesan isn’t receptive to his attentions… maybe she’s not safe here, though, as Saitou-san isn’t defending her against this man.
I work for Fujita-san. He’s asked me to check up on his family from time to time. If the both of you can kindly cooperate and step outside the Yamaguchi residence, for a short while
“Officer, my name is Yagi Tamesaburou, brother of Yagi Hide.” What is this about Yamaguchi – this man knows it so it must be part of some sort of… ruse that they’re involved with. However, I comply with the officer and step outside of the gates.
And yes, Fujita… that’s his name now. I forget.
(H)
I think about trying to get down, and I lower one foot, to try to find the first rung of the ladder – a rung I cannot see due to the bulk of my stomach.
I’m not sure if I can get down alone. I hear voices now, further away. Are they at the gate? I get up from the exit and look out the window, but I can’t see the gate from here, with the house in the way.
“You would decide that for her?”
“Better than turning a blind eye to it.” I say, “Or realizing too late what needs to be done.”
Outside he introduces himself to the officer and the young man remembers me as his “Hiko-sensei”. I nod agreeably to him and step outside the gate.
“Ah it’s about time I leave anyway.” I wave to both men but let my eyes bore a little to Tamesaburou. “I’ll be back of course, after all, things can’t be left the way that it is. Don’t you agree?” I grin and don’t wait for an answer.
Tossing my hair up in the air as I turn, I walk down the street. Interesting, the wolf was not around. I should visit more often – the brother is from Kyoto – he’ll be gone soon. Not that his presence would stop me.
The “brother” introduces himself and I politely acknowledge it. Of course I need to collaborate that. Thankfully the caped man said his goodbyes but his talk of coming back concerns me. Does Fujita-san know?
I close the gate behind them and -lock- it. I know it won’t keep the caped man out if he chose to break down the door but the other one has no chance to break in until I can complete my inspection.
Quickly I go into the house, sweeping the 1st floor first and find most of the activity was in the kitchen but nothing else. I stop by the living room and notice an alcove. I stop… What is that flag? But it’s not my concern so I head straight upstairs -quickly- and look through the rooms. No one. But in one of the rooms I spy the treehouse. There’s someone there!
Getting out of the house I climb the treehouse. Poking my head inside I see…
“Yagi-san?” I go ahead and hoist myself up and into it. I look at her and notice how big she’s become and in her obi is a bunch of flowers. “You were hiding weren’t you? Is it from the two men downstairs?”
“Don’t worry I kicked them out of the house… Well the caped man left. Are you alright?” What would Fujita-san do in this situation? I guess I can… hold out my hand. Start small.
(T)
Hiko-san leaves, and then I’m stuck outside as the officer inspects the house. ‘
This… is nothing new. We sometimes get hassled by the police in Kyoto, and there’s nothing to do but be polite and know what they’re looking for (the “Shimsengumi gold”, proof that Hijikata-san is there, plotting against the Meiji government, and so on) doesn’t exist.
But this one looked worried. If he knows them… maybe he’s an ally?
(H)
Yagi-san?
I hear an unexpected, and surprising voice, and then his head pops up.
You were hiding weren’t you? Is it from the two men downstairs? Don’t worry I kicked them out of the house… Well the caped man left. Are you alright?
“Shidou-san,” I say, his name feeling like relief. He’s not Hajime, but he’s someone he trusts and… so do I.
“I was hiding. My brother was a surprise but not unwelcome, but the man in the cape is -not- welcome but he keeps getting in.” I frown, and then sigh. “He’s… intent on pursuing me, despite my objections. I had to get away… but now I find myself a little stuck up here.”
I smile a little, embarrassed, “I, ah, can’t see my feet.” I take his hand. “I would -greatly- appreciate your help.”
Shindou:
She calls me by name and I’m glad as she takes my hand. I had half expected her to throw me out either from fear, she looked stressed or for refusing to meet with them when they visited our house.
“I was hiding. My brother was a surprise but not unwelcome, but the man in the cape is -not- welcome but he keeps getting in.” “He’s… intent on pursuing me, despite my objections.
“Oh so that -was- your brother.” I laugh a little and settle her down a little closer to the exit but I let go and motion her to stay.
“As for the caped man, does the Superintendent not know?” I can’t imagine Fujita-san allowing such intrusion in this house – especially with Yagi-san expecting. Those who had tried… was found dead mostly. I try to shake the thought from my head. That was -work- Shindou, Yagi-san was merely a coincidence.
“It would be dangerous for me to try to get you down alone.” I tell her, “If you wait here I can get your brother to hold the ladder as I help you down.”
Truly I think Fujita-san would hang me if I let something happen to her. I shudder at that.
(OOC: You can direct Shindou out and tamesaburou helping with the ladder to get her down if you like. otherwise i’ll write it in.)
Oh so that -was- your brother.
“Yes, younger than I by several years. I’ve not seen him in a while, so it was a surprise that he arrived this morning.” He has me come closer to the opening, but doesn’t help me down immediately.
As for the caped man, does the Superintendent not know?
I pause before answering. “Yes, he knows. But this man… is ridiculously overpowered.” I look down at my hands. “Tussling with him could result in Hajime’s death, or an injury that could sideline his work. I’m not going to let that happen.” There must be something I can do. There -must-. Or… I’m doing this wrong….
Probably that.
He sensibly notes that getting me down needs more than just him, so he heads back to the gate to get my brother. Somehow, I mind Shindou-san’s help less than I do my brother’s.
(T)
I’m waiting… trying not to look… suspicious, just lurking around the gates. But the young police officer comes for me, and leads me to the backyard.
“She’s up in a tree?” I say, looking up at the large one in the back garden. I couldn’t understand why there was something that looked like a structure -in a tree-.
“It’s a tree-house,” she says. I can’t see her, but I hear her voice. “It was Makoto-chan’s wish, and Tsutomu-kun made it happen.” Then I hear a sigh, “but I’m a little stuck, as I can’t see my feet to get back down the ladder.”
Well, she shouldn’t be up there. The police officer goes back up the ladder. “I’ll help her up here, and you help her find her footing,” he tells me. It probably is better that her brother, and not some other man, touches her feet and ankles if needed.
It seems to take forever, but its actually just a few minutes to get her down – she’s surprisingly nimble, given how far along she is. “Thank you both,” she says, looking flustered.
Then she looks at the young police officer, with a smile. “It’s wonderful to see you – we’ve both been worried about you. Would you like some tea? Oh, and this is my brother, Yagi Tamesauburou. Otouto, this is Shindou Naruhodo, a -very- promising and talented officer in the TMPD and someone Hajime trusts.”
Shindou:
“Tussling with him could result in Hajime’s death, or an injury that could sideline his work. I’m not going to let that happen.”
Oh, it’s -that- again, her “truth”. The caped man does look strong but is he truly that overpowering? Would Fujita-san even like that idea… I only smile and tell her to wait.
She explains the treehouse to her brother and it takes a little while to get her down carefully. We must look like something out of a children’s book doing this – funny at best but it’s better this way. Somehow I think it would’ve been safer had she just humored the man than running into the treehouse.
“It’s wonderful to see you – we’ve both been worried about you. Would you like some tea? Oh, and this is my brother, Yagi Tamesauburou. Otouto, this is Shindou Naruhodo, a -very- promising and talented officer in the TMPD and someone Hajime trusts.”
“Sorry for keeping you outside Yagi-san.” I tell her brother, “I’m sure you understand.”
Then I turn to her, “The tea you sent to us was excellent so I wouldn’t mind taking a little bit of a rest.” I don’t tell her I’m kind of hoping to catch the Superintendent here but he’s probably at the precinct and I just can’t bring myself to go there.
I follow them inside. “I had the assignment to check in on the household on random occasions.” Well it’s an old assignment, no longer in effect but seeing that Fujita-san isn’t here I’m curious where he is. It would be odd to ask her where Fujita-san is would it? Especially with her brother here – and I not knowing the situation… Except that he is a unexpected visitor – not seen in years. But I want to know – if at all possible if the Superintendent has gone back to working that case alone.
(T)
“Sorry for keeping you outside Yagi-san. I’m sure you understand
“I certainly understand, and thank you for looking after my sister, Shindou-san,” I bow. Maybe Saitou-san is taking care of her, if he sends someone to look after her?
We follow her inside, and she make another round of tea, and offers light refreshments. She seems more relaxed, and friendly. It reminds me of the old days and I can’t help but smile.
“Also I’m glad to make this introduction,” she says, with a smile. “My brother, along with my other one, is the one who is responsible for that information Hajime needed.”
“It was no problem, I enjoy having an excuse to go digging,” I tell the young man. “However… please keep my role in the information private. Tensions regarding the Shinsengumi are still high, all of these years later.”
Then… I forget how much Hide-neesan pushes tea on people, and… “If you’ll both excuse me,” I say, standing. I should see what this Western-style “convenience” she has is like..
(OOC – Tamesaburou is out of the room)
(H)
“Thank you again for getting me down,” I say, sitting down with a cup of tea. “And it was nice to see a friendly face again.”
I take a sip, I was thirsty. “It’s good seeing you in uniform again. Is it all worked out? I’m certain that Hajime is very glad to have you back – you know what I told my brother is true -he does trust you.”
Then I grin. “And I found your mother delightful.” In a softer voice, I add, “she cares for you very much. You’re lucky to have had such a strong woman raise you.”
(OOC – done for tonight)
Shindou:
I’m more properly introduced to her brother and we enjoy some tea together. Yagi-san tells me it’s her brothers who provided us information. I only nod and sip the tea. Information the Superintendent needed huh? I guess they did a better job at that than I did at that time.
“However… please keep my role in the information private. Tensions regarding the Shinsengumi are still high, all of these years later.”
“I’ll keep it in confidence. After all the Superintendent has kept his old identity hidden or rather unconfirmed at least.”
The brother leaves and it gives me a short but needed opportunity.
I address her comments about my mother first. “She’s a strong woman alright. Ready to kick her only but “lazy” son out of the house.” I grin slightly… “I’ve been forced to wear this uniform as a mirage mostly for her. I haven’t been back to the Police Department since I resigned. I was hoping to see what Fujita-san was up to.”
With a sigh I add, “So he’s not here. Has he been gone for several days now?” Which could only mean he’s on the hunt again – likely on the same case that ended well enough but he himself said was unfinished. Not that I want to get involved again. I was just curious I guess.
(OOC: Saitou has in fact been gone almost a week so Hide should be expecting him soon. Since he told her he’d only be gone a few days.)
(T)
This Western plumbing is… remarkable. I heard through colleagues that Mibu won’t get lines for years, yet, so we’re stuck with the well. I had no idea that -hot- water could come out as well. Finished with my main goal, I enjoy a few minutes with the hot running water to clean myself up after a night on the train.
(OCC- Tamesaburou remains in the bathroom, lol)
(H)
She’s a strong woman alright. Ready to kick her only but “lazy” son out of the house
I smile at that. “A strong woman will have strong opinions. She certainly shared hers with me!”
I’ve been forced to wear this uniform as a mirage mostly for her. I haven’t been back to the Police Department since I resigned. I was hoping to see what Fujita-san was up to.
“You’re still resigning?” My smile drops. “Oh… I’m -very- sorry to hear that.” I look over at him, looking at the uniform, one I know so well. A uniform that men have died wearing, that Hajime has been badly injured wearing. And then I think of another blue uniform… “But if you are truly and actually quitting, you need to stop wearing the uniform, and own up to it – to your mother and yourself. Uniforms should only be worn with purpose and sincerity.” I shake my head. “For my own selfish purposes, for deescalating the situation today, I suppose I’m thankful for the uniform…”
“If you don’t mind telling me, why are you deciding to resign? Not what you told Hajime, but what makes such a skilled and trusted young officer give up?”
So he’s not here. Has he been gone for several days now?
“Almost a week,” I say. It feels longer, every time, even though I keep myself busy. Being Tsutomu-kun’s “homework minder” is a new one… but I still miss Hajime terribly. Days like this most of all. But what would have happened, had that man shown up with him at home? “I’m certain it must be something difficult, to keep him away at at time like this, with the baby coming so soon.” I trace my fingertips on the rim of the teacups. “I’m hoping he comes home soon.”
“A strong woman will have strong opinions. She certainly shared hers with me!”
I look down at the tea cup. “I can imagine what she thought about your situation with Fujita-san.” I heave a sigh, “You’ll have to forgive my mother. They said that she was softer, a bright woman back then but I’ve only known her to be abrupt and opinionated.”
“But if you are truly and actually quitting, you need to stop wearing the uniform, and own up to it – to your mother and yourself. Uniforms should only be worn with purpose and sincerity.” I shake my head. “For my own selfish purposes, for deescalating the situation today, I suppose I’m thankful for the uniform…”
I look up, “You’re right of course.” But I end up looking to the side, I do like wearing this uniform. It’s given me weight when I had none before. Giving it up where would I go?
“If you don’t mind telling me, why are you deciding to resign? Not what you told Hajime, but what makes such a skilled and trusted young officer give up?”
“What did I tell Fujita-san…” I try to think, “I didn’t tell him much. Only that I felt I had performed poorly. Disgraced the uniform.”
I take a sip of the tea, “You don’t know I guess that several years ago when I was just starting out – I had the utmost disrespect for him. I thought he was a corrupt cop, a womanizer who would drink on the job. I didn’t understand why he still kept coming to work when it was well known he’d spend most of his days in Yoshiwara and do his patrols half sober. They said he was having “domestic issues” but I also heard rumors that he was one of the best undercover cops in the force so I kept tabs on him but lets just say I never saw that rumored cop from Kyoto. When he had allowed himself to be ambushed that winter, I thought good riddance – we can’t have someone like -that-.”
“Imagine my indignation that I’m to report to the guy…” I chuckle softly, then I look at her. “I suppose I now stand corrected. He can take on an entire rebel army by himself. I can’t do -that-.”
Perhaps I needed to deflect the topic of conversation to something else instead of me, so I comment.
“I notice you setup the alcove. That’s very nice Yagi-san… But what is an old flag doing as a centerpiece?
(H)
You’ll have to forgive my mother. They said that she was softer, a bright woman back then but I’ve only known her to be abrupt and opinionated
I smile, “she meant it all with good intentions, to pass on what she learned. So I took no offense, and only saw -why- she was saying what she did.
You’re right of course
“Then think very carefully before you give it up.” I smile over at him. “It suits you – and from what I’ve seen, you live up to its intentions.”
Shindou-san then speaks of those years… and I know all too well what my leaving did to make those years so dark. “That was during the time when we were parted. He was indeed having “domestic issues” with his wife that pre-dated me, and when I left…” I shake my head, and look down at the tea. “Now you see why I don’t want to be the cause of him getting hurt – that shoulder injury nearly took him out, and… had other ramifications.” He came home to find one son hating him, and the other one given away.
“I’m glad, though, that you got to see who he really is – and I’m not talking of Saitou Hajime – but what drives him.” I smile a little, “I’m certain you thought that I was naïve when I spoke of his incorruptibility, but do you see, now, at least some of that? You saw other former Shinsengumi who used their swords for old vengeance, or the highest bidder… and there he is, working for what was once the “enemy” – for a higher reason.”
I suppose I now stand corrected. He can take on an entire rebel army by himself. I can’t do -that-.
I take a sip of tea, and then pour more for both of us. “I suppose he can. There aren’t many like him – or many left.” Then I look up at Shindou-san. “But how much longer can he do that? Perhaps nobody can fill his shoes exactly, but this next generation – your generation – needs to be ready to take over when it’s time.”
“I know it’s selfish of me, but… I’d like to see you there, to be a part of, and maybe one day lead that generation. Hajime -does- put a lot of trust in you. I know it’s hard to see, but getting him this far takes some time.” I smile, “I know that -very- well.”
I notice you setup the alcove. That’s very nice Yagi-san… But what is an old flag doing as a centerpiece?
He changes the subject, and I let him. “It’s an old Shinsengumi flag. The kanji, of course, being “Makoto”, which means “Sincerity”, and is one of the tenants of Bushido.” I stand. “Come, I’ll show you around and tell you of it – it’s one of Hajime’s treasures.”
(T)
Done with that -remarkable- bathroom (of which I can never tell my Hanako about, or she’ll want one – how much did that cost?), I head back to the kitchen, but stop as I hear voices.
The young police officer seems to have doubts…? They speak for some time, but I don’t want to barge in, and besides, they’re talking about Saitou-san.
Then they’re on the move! I don’t want Hide-neesan spying me evesdropping! Wait… I’m a grown man, I chuckle to myself. I merely nod as they pass. “It’s quite a remarkable thing,” I tell him, “it’s the only flag I’ve know to have made it.”
Shindou:
Yagi-san seems keen on having me stay on but of course that’s not something I can ever decide here.
She goes on to talk about their personal lives. One that I’m not sure if even Fujita-san would’ve wanted her to tell. I guess I started it, mostly to let her know that the Fujita I know was markedly different from this one who kept me away or shielded me from work – I just didn’t know it would go down this path.
“Now you see why I don’t want to be the cause of him getting hurt – that shoulder injury nearly took him out, and… had other ramifications.”
“You mean with Hiko-sensei.” I grimace a little calling that man that. “He does seem strong.” Perhaps I should keep an eye on this place even if it’s not my job? Until I find a new one I suppose. “No one wants to be the cause of anyone getting hurt Yagi-san, thankfully you chose a man who can take a serious beating and still win.”
I grin at her. I found the Superintendent struggling but it was one of the best fights I’ve seen in my life. I’m not sure if that’s a testament to my inexperience or he really did live up to the rumors.
“I’m glad, though, that you got to see who he really is – and I’m not talking of Saitou Hajime – but what drives him.” I smile a little, “I’m certain you thought that I was naïve when I spoke of his incorruptibility, but do you see, now, at least some of that?
“Well as I said, the man that you seem to know was very different from the one I first met.” I smile a little nursing my tea. “And I suppose you have an hand in that.” After all if those were his dark years and the change is recent.
And then she speaks about her concern. About his longevity in the job and a next generation. If she only knew what the police is like today, I’m not even sure if there’ll be a next generation – what with the militarization gaining steam again with the likes of Yamagata-san taking resources from the police directly.
I’d like to see you there, to be a part of, and maybe one day lead that generation. Hajime -does- put a lot of trust in you. I know it’s hard to see, but getting him this far takes some time.”
“Ah you put too much on me Yagi-san. Much responsibility and much faith – please let’s not further embarass me.”
“It’s an old Shinsengumi flag. The kanji, of course, being “Makoto”, which means “Sincerity”, and is one of the tenants of Bushido.
“I see. Now I know why you named your little girl so.”
She takes me to the room and I look up. “It’s so simple.” I say, “If you go to the government institutions you’ll see many Imperial banners & standards, mostly from Satsuma and Choshu behind glass cases.” It must be hard for old Bakufu forces to see that each day, but then again assimilation has been the Meiji governments way of uniting the country but with the not so discreet reminder who the winners are.
Her brother comes in and I bow slightly.
“It’s quite a remarkable thing,” I tell him, “it’s the only flag I’ve know to have made it.”
“Is that right?” I look at it and then at the empty swords stand below it. I half expected the short sword there but it’s not. If he was Samurai, why isn’t there the short sword? But for us who is not a Shizoku, it doesn’t matter. “Tell me. Are you two also descendend from Shizoku?”
I’m not but I would’ve laid claim to it had my father not denied paternity. But I was curious what were samurai families like? I’m quiet contemplating that.
“Ah I’ve taken enough of your time. I should get going.” I put on my hat, “Yagi-san – if Fujita-san comes back please let him know I’d like to speak to him. Not at the precinct but he knows how to reach me at our usual place.”
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“You mean with Hiko-sensei. He does seem strong
“He’s ridiculously overpowered,” I say, shaking my head. “So one to be -careful- with.”
Well as I said, the man that you seem to know was very different from the one I first met. And I suppose you have an hand in that
I shrug. “Maybe, but I can’t take the credit. It’s not me that keeps him working, pushing himself, every day. I just make the parts where he’s not working… hopefully a little better,” I smile. “I’m a pretty good cook, after all.”
Ah you put too much on me Yagi-san. Much responsibility and much faith – please let’s not further embarass me
I nod. I know he’s still working out his truth, his path. But maybe, the more he knows, the more sure he will be as he seeks it.
In front of the flag, he notes the connection between the banner, and the name of our daughter. “It means a lot to both of us,” I say, touching the fragile banner, gently. “It’s seen nearly as many life or death battles as her father, after all.”
Tamesaburou returns to join us, and he looks … refreshed? Meanwhile, Shindou-san seems focused on the sword stand.
“Tell me. Are you two also descendend from Shizoku?”
Tamesaburou nods. “Yes, but eventually if you go back far enough, we were farmers. But my father found great meaning and purpose, even if he was no warrior. Neither was I – a wise man once told me that I could fight as well with my brain and a pen than I could with a sword, so now I’m a lawyer.” He grins at that. “I’m not sure how much -fighting- I do, but, like my father, it suits.”
Shindou-san starts to leave. “Come back -anytime-, Shindou-san. I owe you a lot,” I bow to him. “No matter where you chose to go, this place is always open to you. And I’ll pass along your message.”
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