With the ruse that the weasel played with the obaa-san, we had to share a futon. Obviously I stayed far away from her as possible in the opposite direction. But there was no way I could possibly sleep that night so I waited until the weasel was sound asleep and went outside to where there’s a small courtyard garden. It’s well past midnight, there’s no rain and it’s dead silent but there are fireflies illuminating the pitch black darkness.
Wouldn’t she like those?
I start to smoke. There’s not much I can do until tomorrow, or rather later today. And while I sit here, what kind of indignity is she going through? What pain and torture? I didn’t act for an entire night, for cases of kidnapping where every hour is critical, I must as well have abandoned her.
Could this world really subject her to the horrors that are tearing through my mind? A violated woman, taken for their pleasure and despicable acts. They said it was because she was the daughter of a Shinsengumi loyalist, Okita’s lover, that’s why she was taken. But I know the -truth- of why this happened. I know the reason why she’s suffering.
That scream…
I didn’t even hear it. I didn’t even -feel- it. We’ve lost a connection that once was there, -strong-, able to create and transcend worlds at a mere -whim-. Maybe we’ve lost energy. Maybe, we’ve grown so much apart. Maybe it was my fault. I was always sending her to what I thought was her dream lost, a man who used her and didn’t truly love her.
But she loved anyway.
I hold my head in my hands, the smoke stinging my eyes. I just want her back -safe-. But is that enough for any of us? Raising my head, I take out my blade. I’ll take her back and dispense my justice and then find that terrible “friend” of mine and put an end to -this-. Put an end to her suffering and mine.
Hide I’m coming to get you. This unworthy man who said he loved you.