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Clan Assembly and Clan Proposition of the Week; Make your voices heard, clansmen! Here is your chance to influence the campaign.
Topic Started: 27/08/2011 - 12:19 am (4,287 Views)
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Chikage had been noticed; she expected as much, she had been sensed back then and now was no different, the priestess seemed to have otherworldly qualities, and it was impossible to pull one over on her, as if she was guided by some manner of invisible force that Chikage could simply not understand. She nodded towards Fujiko in acknowledgement before flipping her whole body over, hanging from the beams to drop and land with gymnastic precision.

“My apologises for the entrance, I... do not like to be seen, a force of habit from my upbringing that I cannot shake.”

The pair walked briskly to the hot-springs out at the back of the temple, the warmth emanating from the pools providing an enticing contrast to the cold night air, steam rose from the surface of the water, dancing lazily up into the sky.

Chikage hesitate for a while before entering the baths, first taking the time to remove all of her concealed weapons and lining them up very carefully on the floor in an almost ritualistic fashion, before taking off her usual clothing. She did her best to conceal her skin at most times, her body itself bore several ugly scars, repulsive reminders of a past she would rather forget. Without pausing she slid into the water’s embrace, the heat felt good on her skin and she soon started to feel relaxed, and soon she managed to speak up.

“I find it difficult to speak to people; opening up is something I have not ever done before, but right now it feels like the only thing I can do, and you’re the only one I can talk to about this.” She bit her lip, obviously struggling over her words; the whole situation was alien to her.

“I need you to be able to trust me, Fujiko. I understand that may be a lot to ask, after all, of the daimyo’s officers one disappeared and we’ve been harassed for it ever since, one lost his mind and was dismissed from his post, and the third... well she tried to kill you at one point.”

“But what you said that night, all that time ago... it changed me, it made me start to think about living for myself for once, instead of being the mindless drone of those who had abused me and stripped away my childhood. But it wasn’t as easy as that, if I wanted to simply disappear I could manage, no-one would ever find me and my old masters would think me dead...”

“...but they still haunted my dreams. I can’t get back what they took from me, in a way they are still controlling me even now. It is difficult to articulate, and even when I do it sounds strange, I cannot properly word the feeling; but I know that I will never be free until the people responsible for my torment have taken their last breath. That is why I jump at the opportunity to take the position of Shinobi Elder of the Tokugawa, that is why I forged for myself a false identity and work tirelessly to ensure our victory over the Hattori, because until the family responsible for my upbringing are no more I can never be the little girl that you so long ago encouraged me to be; she is still locked up in a cage and they are her jailors.”

She sighed heavily, and stared blankly downwards. She felt liberated for speaking her mind, but her apprehension was palpable.
 
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Fujiko was silent, contemplating what Chikage had just told her. It was indeed rare for her to open up like that. The pale moonlight glistening on the two women's wet skin gave the scene an almost surreal element. It was as if they had transcended into a different world.

She closed her eyes. Thinking. Remembering. "I know the feeling," she admitted. "For the longest time my dreams have been haunted by the men that destroyed my village. Every night I was afraid to close my eyes, for it would bring back the images. I would see the savage faces of the marauders who killed my family and burned down my master's legacy. Those men who ripped out my very soul with cold, hard steel. I wished that I could make them suffer in return. I would pray to the gods to grant me the means to give them divine retribution."

The priestess smiled weakly. "Then one day I found them. I was traveling the lands with my 12 ronin and we came across another small village. Some of the houses were burning, signs of a recent attack. But other than my own village, they had fought off the marauders. Outside the village they had strung up the men as a warning on a cherry tree. It was in full bloom and I stood there and watched them hang limply from the branches of that tree, as if watching a sick piece of art. The same criminals that had killed my family were blue in the face with protruding eyes and blood running down the corners of their mouths. And I stood there ... and smiled."

She drew a quivering breath. "I thought it was over. But when I went to sleep that night, nothing had changed. They were still there in my nightmares. Pillaging, plundering and laughing while they murdered women and children, slaughtering them like cattle. And I realized that it had never been about them. It had been about me. I constantly asked why I lived, while my family lay dead. And I didn't have an answer. I still don't."

"But recently the dreams changed. The faces of my family's murderers replaced by the smiling faces of my friends. My ronin. The daimyo's daughters. The friendly face of the Ikko-Ikki's High Priest. The old women who sells meat buns down at the market. There is no cage, Chikage. The door has always been open and you are free to spread your wings and fly. But you still come back to the perch at night to rest. The trick is not to push your jailors out. Vengeance is a hollow pursuit. The trick is to let others in. Only then can you be at peace with the world and reclaim the childhood you thought lost."

Fujiko laid a hand on Chikage's shoulder. "Will you let me be the first to come and visit your open cage? Will you let Chikage-chan and Fujiko-chan be friends and play together?"
 
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Chikage began to cry, a deluge of tears rolled down her reddened cheeks as she sat silently, starting off into the distance, each tiny droplet sailing down into the waters below and vanishing from sight. She had never truly understood emotion, having repressed her own from an early age; any outward displays had been met with forceful punishment by her masters, who wanted her a silent servant, a drone. Now it returned to her in droves, two decades-worth of despair that had been driven under the surface.

She blinked through them as if lost, unsure how to react. “Yes, I would like that.” Her words came through stuttered and uneasy. “The last time you made me cry I took a little tumble down the slopes of the castle-town and broke most of my ribs; I hope that’s not going to be a recurring theme.”

“In truth I am not sure how to let others into my life, I have been surrounded by people since I was born and yet I have always been alone, but if you think that it will help me then I shall try my best to open up more often... and perhaps even become friends.”

For a brief moment Chikage began to smile; not like the self-satisfied grins that she was accustomed to seeing on the faces of those in the upper rankings of society, but an honest smile from the depths of her heart signifying that, perhaps, things might actually be okay.

“Thank you Fujiko. I appreciate your words and your earnest offer of friendship; when this war is over and my duties as Shinobi Elder complete I may yet be able to rest easily at night.”

“Those responsible for taking my childhood will still meet with death, but this time it will not be for Chikage, it will be for the Tokugawa clan, and to ensure that no other child needs to meet the same fate that I had; after all, I am sure that others would not be so lucky as to run into you.”

“It’s funny, priestess; I came here to ensure that you felt that you could trust me by informing you of my motivations, and yet I leave with my goals changed and a new outlook on life. You certainly have an interesting way with people.”
 
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Fujiko smiled. "Trust is a funny thing. One can talk about it all day long and not know what it means. Trust is determined by actions. You could have killed me, but you didn't. That's what counts and since then you've had more than a dozen opportunities to rectify that mistake. By the same token you trusted me not to scream and point fingers when you first entered the daimyo's hall."

"Then again," Fujiko muttered under her breath, picking up a stone from beside the spring. "There are those you can only trust to do wrong." Fixing her eyes on a bush several feet away, she drew back her arm and threw the rock. With a satsifying thud it connected and a yelp of pain could be heard.

"I told you, no peeking, Genma!" The samurai clambered out of the bush with a rather sheepish expression on his face. Blood was trickling down the side of his face. Mute testimony of Fujiko's good aim. "I'm waiting for an explanation," she said. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Chikage desperately trying to cover herself up. Along with her tears earlier this had probably been the first genuine reaction she had ever seen from her.

Fujiko on the other hand made no move to cover herself up. Her body belonged only to the gods and thus she felt no shame in being seen naked. "I... I... uhm..." Genma stammered. "I wasn't ... trying to peek. I just wanted to make sure nobody attacked you two while you were naked ... I mean vulnerable, vulnerable."

"Well, tell that story to the bats. Because you're going to clean out the belfry tomorrow. Alone."

Genma swallowed hard. "The whole belfry?" Fujiko raised an eyebrow that didn't leave any room for objections. Defeated the ronin hung his head and left the bathing area.

Fujiko coughed and turned back to Chikage. "Sorry about that. He means well, but sometimes he's a little overzealous. Now about your visits ending in broken ribs. I suggest you start using the main entrance, as I've said earlier. That way no guard should start chasing you by mistake. Shall we get out?"
 
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“Yes, lets.” Chikage was clearly flustered by the whole affair, leaping out and strapping weapons to herself with a quickness that surprised even her, and covering up the remnants of her old wounds as quickly as possible.

The two got dressed quickly and made their way back into the temple, the coldness of the air shocking them both into frantic activity after leaving the comfort of the hot springs.

“I should probably take me leave fairly soon, there is a surprising amount of dissent brewing for a clan that is so well provided for, and I make it a point to know everything that goes on within these lands.” Chikage tried to focus, a significant time had passed since she had entered the temple, the precious moments she had spent relaxing and conversing with Fujiko had stretched longer than perception would imply.

“But first, I cannot help but to notice that’s quite an amazing talent you have, Fujiko. I trained for years working under the blanket of darkness to make more proficient use of my other senses, on sound alone I can map out a structure far more easily than with my eyes, and I can listen to the breathing of a sleeping target to locate where they are... but you seem to have something else. Your samurai could not sneak up on you even when he remained silent enough to elude me, and you managed to notice my presence both times I have visited you in your temple.”

“I have never been especially religious, such things were never taught to me, but it is almost as if you do have divine intervention.”
 
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Fujiko chuckled. "Hardly divine. It's a skill anyone can acquire given the right state of mind and the right training. Though I won't deny that following the teachings of Buddha closely gives you a certain advantage."

"What I can sense is a person's aura, their chi, their life force. Whatever you choose to call it. You have been taught to watch closely for any physical signs of a person's presence. Sight. Sound. Smell. But what is most telling about people are their emotions. They can change the feel of a room. If they are strong enough, they can give away their position and intention. All those years ago I sensed your desire to kill me. Today I sensed your desire to talk to me. And from Genma, well, I sensed a different sort of desire while he was looking at us. Let's leave it at that."

"You could probably learn it, too. You have a lot of mental discipline. But in order to master this technique, to sense emotions in others, you must first be completely at peace with your own emotions. Few people are in these troubled times. That's why my 'talent', as you put it, seems so exceptional. It's neither holy nor infallible, however."
 
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Chikage listened intently to what the high priestess had to say, her expression shifting from confused to intrigued.

“Such a skill certainly sounds useful, but it would be beyond my reach for the time being; one can only imagine that mastery over one’s own emotions involves more than simply putting them in a box and leaving them unopened for decades at a time.”

“For the moment I shall simply have to retain what I have learnt over the years, and I have no doubt it will serve me well for it is not often that I come up against an adversary that lacks the tell-tale drumming of a heartbeat.”

“I thank you for your time, and for humouring me, Fujiko.” Chikage bowed low before her. “I shall not take up any of your time as the day winds to a close, but I look forward to a prosperous time ahead of us in the seasons to come.”

“Take care... my friend.” With those words she bolted, a blurred silhouette shooting out of the window and off into the night. Chikage had been given a lot to meditate upon; the reassurances offered by the priestess had left her feeling overwhelmingly positive for the first time she could remember.
 
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Icorisu woke with a start and walked quickly to the temple just having a dream from Bishamonten telling him he needed to speak with Fujiko-sama before he would be able to complete his tasks of redemption

He walked slowly wearing a black kimono walking by the gates he saw his note rotted on the floor and understood why Fujiko-sama had never come

He walked into the temple and right behind Fujiko-sama's desk drew one of his carvings this one portraying Bishamonten and Benzaiten speaking by a lake Bishamonten looking pleadingly at Benzaiten but she would not speak underneath he carved in his finest writing

"the first step of forgiveness is forgiving ones self the next the forgiveness of gods the final the forgiveness of friends and lovers"

With that he walked away hoping to escape without being seen
 
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Kaiso entered the temple for the first time since he last came to Mikawa. It was not to clear up some misunderstanding that Fujiko might have or to recover something he might have left behind in his room. Instead, he made his way to Bishamonten's shrine and started to pray.

He had not slept well the night before. Terrible dreams plagued him about the battle in Tanba. Susuki and himself were not present, of course, but such details did not give him comfort. His former commander, Ii Munetsune, served as his eyes as they battled the Hattori in the snow. The enemy daimyo was swarmed by his own battalion, falling dead at the commander's feet... just before a storm of fiery arrows rained down with vengeance, piercing the man through the chest. As he twisted around in agony, he saw many of his friends and comrades on the ground, either dead or dying from both arrow and flame. The fiery arrowhead suddenly flared, consuming Munetsune in the flames... just as Kaiso awoke to the glare of sunlight blinding him through a crack in the doorway.

He checked the statistics of the battle as soon as he got the chance. The casualties were nowhere near as bad as he had feared, and Munetsune himself survived and took over the Tanba garrison as Ieyasu moved deeper into Hattori lands. The truth did not settle the Tatami Master's nerves, however, and he continued to be shaken up even as he went about his council business.

He did not realize that the man in charge of protecting Mikawa had been Mochikata. Kaiso was sure that he had made peace with his brother's killer, but such dreams might have said otherwise. Perhaps instead it was just fear for the friends he left behind, or the knowledge that if he were not accepted in Mikawa, he or Susuki might have been killed. Regardless for the reason, he took a deep breath and asked Bishamonten for both protection of Tokugawa forces and to release such fears from his heart.
 
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It was a bright, sunny day when three illustrious visitors showed up at the door to the temple. Fujiko bowed deeply to the daimyo's wife. "It's an honour, Tatsuko-sama. I trust you are well?"

Tatsuko laughed. "I was bedridden for a week, after I gave birth. I'm getting too old for this." There was a warmth and pleasantness in her voice that was rare among the nobility. Talking to her one could almost forget that she was in fact the most important woman in Japan right now. But her demeanor felt like she was the favourite aunt from next door.

"Hardly old, my lady," Fujiko said with a grin. "There's still a surprising spring in your step for a woman who brought five children into this world and as it would seem your husband appreciates that."

She giggled again. "Flattery will get you nowhere, dear. I've come to ask the customary rituals for my little Karu."

Just as Fujiko was going to respond, a shrill scream of delight could be heard from the back. Neneme in her plain miko outfit came running out with stars in her eyes. She hugged Machiko, who was holding the baby in her arms. "My baby sisters are here," she cooed happily.

"Oneesama," the 15-year-old Machiko protested mildly. Her fine kimono was a stark contrast to her sister's plain clothes. "I'm not a baby anymore. I'm going to get married soon."

"Nonsense," Neneme responded, taking young Karu into her arms. "You're always gonna be my little sisters. Both of you. Now, you are going to tell me all about your betrothed while we fuss over the baby. Is he good looking?"

Machiko blushed. "Well, I haven't met him yet. But the Takaoka ambassador showed me a picture and..."

Their voices trailed off as the three sisters walked off to continue their conversation in private, totally oblivious to the two elder women present. There was no point in trying to stop them as they shared in minutes what would have been said over weeks, if Neneme had still been living in the castle. The rituals would have to wait. "Tea?" Fujiko asked.

"I'd love to, dear," Tatsuko said with a warm smile. "That was a lovely eulogy, you gave for Mochikata-san,"she commented as she sat down at the table in the main hall.

"Thank you," Fujiko replied solemnly. She sat down as well, after pouring the tea. "It's not the most joyful part of my job. But he gave his life for a brighter future and I intend to carry that hope for a better world on. A world in which young Karu-himesama can choose her own husband without having to consider politics."

A moment of silence passed as they drank. Finally Tatsuko spoke up. "There is something else I want to ask of you, Fujiko-san. Can't you do something about Neneme and my husband? He doesn't show it, but it hurts him to no end that she won't even see him. I'm at my wit's end. You're my last hope."

The head priestess considered the notion. "I'm sorry. Nothing will come out of forcing her to do it. She must want to make peace with him."

"But how can she, if she won't even see him? Is there truly no hope?" The daimyo's wife almost seemed ready to cry.

Fujiko sighed. "Well, there's one thing I can try. If the hermit won't come to the mountain, the mountain will have to come to the hermit. I'll talk to both of them and see what I can do," she promised.

Tatsuko brightened up considerably and bowed. "Thank you, head priestess. I could ask for nothing more." Then she pulled out a purse. "Now for the ritual fee and Neneme's living expenses."

But Fujiko held up one hand and shook her head. "Your money is no good here, my lady," she said. "Neneme-sama insists on doing daily chores while she lives here and she's the best assistant I've ever had. If anything, I should be paying her. And please, to perform the rituals for Karu is my distinct honour. I would never charge you for that."

Tatsuko smiled and nodded. The two women finished their tea in silence, while from the next room laughs and giggles could be heard from the three sisters.
 
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"Thank you Hitoshi," Hirotada called out as his assistant walked out of his bedroom. Hirotada straightened up after having his Kimono adjusted for the second time. He hated wearing the thing but he had important business to attend to and felt the need to look his best. He bent down and reached towards a small bedside table upon which was a highly decorated ceramic bowl containing a single measure of Sake. The Daimyo gulped it down in one and scrunched up his face. He then set the bowl back onto the table. There were several papers strewn about his desk near the window. He had spent most of the day preparing for a speech, a speech he was hoping to deliver in the not too distant future, once Kyoto was under the banner of the Tokugawa. For now, it lay in fragmented pieces unfinished. He would have to return to it later.

After taking a couple more minutes to compose himself he finally exited his bedroom, a knot twisting in his stomach. He did not feel this nervous when he was on the battlefield waiting to command his men against his enemies. Hirotada made his way automatically through the corridors of the castle, his mind struggling to come up with what he was going to say when he reached his destination. Before he knew it he was at the Castles gates. He had no recollection of how he got there or who he had talked to along the way. The gates were opened and without acknowledging anyone, Hirotada made his way out and walked the short distance towards the nearby temple.

When he reached the entrance to the temple grounds, two of it's guards bowed at the Daimyo. He gave a weak smile. "I take it you are expecting me?" He asked.

"Of course my Lord, please come this way." One of the guards escorted Hirotada into the temple and showed him to a small room. "Please wait here," the guard stated and he hurried out of the room.

Hirotada looked around the four walls, looking for something to occupy his mind as he waited patiently for his arrival.
 
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Fujiko walked into the small waiting room and gave the signal to Genma. With efficience the ronin closed the door behind her and locked it. Fujiko was now alone with the daimyo in the dark room.

Hirotada was just about to speak up, when Fujiko pressed her index finger on her lips, signaling him to remain quiet. Slowly, as to not make any noise, she slid open a portion of the bamboo wall. A semi-transparent curtain was hung there, allowing the daimyo and Fujiko to see into the well-lit main hall, but remaining hidden themselves in the dark waiting room.

"What's going on here?" Hirotada asked in a whisper. "Watch," the head priestess said simply.

A few moments later Neneme and Yuuji entered the hall, arguing. "It wouldn't be safe," the ronin said. "I'm sure your sister would harbour us in Echizen, but the Ikko-Ikki's daimyo wouldn't risk offending Hirotada-sama."

"Fine," Neneme said with a wave of her hand. "Forget our allies then. Let's go somewhere else. What do you like better? The beach or the mountains? We could go to Okinawa or Hokkaido. Maybe even China. Just somewhere as far away from here as possible."

Yuuji sighed and hung his head. "You do realize that you're making me commit treason here, right?"

"You're not abducting a princess, Yuuji," she said with her back turned toward him. "Just a piece of meat. At least that's how my father would see it. He can't use me anymore, because I'm sullied for marriage." She turned around to him, tears in her eyes. "I've paid my dues. I want to be free. You don't have to marry me. But please let me love you. I've been married, but I haven't loved. Please..." Her voice trailed off in between sobs. "Am I ... damaged?"

Swallowing hard, Yuuji drew his sword, stuck it into the ground and knelt down. "Princ... Neneme-him... Neneme. There is not a purer soul in this land than yourself. I would lay down my life for you, as my good friend Genji did. Ever since that fateful day Fujiko-sama made me your bodyguard I have felt this way. I owe her so much. The thought of betraying her trust pains me beyond belief. But I can no longer deny my true feelings. I lo... I ..." His voice faltered.

Neneme gently took his face in her hands and lifted him up. "I love you, too. Will you run away with me?" Yuuji nodded, a lump in his throat. Perhaps the first genuine smile Fujiko had seen from her crossed Neneme's face just then and the two lovers kissed.

There was silence for a moment. Fujiko glanced over to Hirotada who was visibly shaking. "And that's how it is," she said, laying a hand on his white knuckles. "Now you have a decision to make. You could go in there and approve of their relationship, despite it being beneath her station. Yuuji is a good man and the sole reason she returned from Iga without a scratch. You can take my word on that. It might just be the gesture she needs to forgive you.

Or you could burst in there like a madman and oppose it. That would mean losing her forever, unless you plan to take her back to the palace in chains.

Of course there's always the possibility of not doing anything. They would run off together. Maybe it would work out, maybe it wouldn't. I don't pretend to know the future. But they'd be in charge of their own destiny. The choice is yours now, my lord. Do what you think is right."
 
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Icorisu entered and vowed it would be the last time he would ever enter without inveite and pleced the note behind the curtain and on the High priestesses desk he placed and small knife with an ingraving of Icorisu on it under neathe the blade on the hilt he put the two words he was to scared to say

"I'm Sorry"

With that he left a sword at his side he walked past not knowing that Genma had sean him for the first time since his banishment
 
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Hirotada stood transfixed, his eyes boring through the curtain at the scene before him. He could barely believe what he was seeing. The words spoken by everyone were swirling around like a maelstrom within his head. After a couple of mintues he stormed fowards sending the curtains fluttering towards the floor as they were ragged from their fittings.

"YOU...YOU!" He shouted as he continued to make his way towards the couple. They both turned to look at the advancing Daimyo, his face like thunder. Neneme looked shocked and took a step back, her mouth wide open in horror at the sight of her father. Yuuji instinctively stepped forwards and in front of Neneme in an attempt to shield her but said nothing. His eyes shifted from the Daimyo to the now exposed waiting room, the sorry sight of the curtains laying in front of the threshold. Fujiko was stood looking out into the hall. Yuuji shook his head.

Hirotada stopped dead and turned his head towards the focus of Yuuji's view and he suddenly felt his anger abating. He slowly turned to face his daughter once again.

"I understand you are angry with me Neneme-kun, upset at what I did. I make no apologies for what has happened in the past. Ieyasu suffered the same fate, if not worse not only once but twice. I sacrificed my own children to achieve what is only a matter of days away... A unified Japan. A Japan where your own children and their children after that will not have to suffer the same fate my children had to because there will be no requirement for them to do so. They will leave in peace and have the opportunity to marry who they desire." Hirotada began to tail off, he felt choked up and tears were now welling in his eyes.

"I only hope in time you realise I did my best for you all. And you!" He found his voice again as he turned on Yuuji. "If you did not come so highly spoken of by the Head Priestess, I'd have guts for garters. For what it's worth, look after my daughter."

Hirotada turned and made his way towards the main doors of the hall not waiting for a response from anyone. He could not take any further rejection from his daughter. He had said his piece and hoped she would be able to forgive him.
 
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Neneme rushed after her father, catching him just in the door and hugged him wordlessly from behind. Hirotada stiffened and so they remained for a while in silence, until a strange sound from her throat broke the quiet. The princess was... chuckling. Hirotada turned around, his face full of questions.

"I can't believe you actually bought it," Neneme burst out, fully laughing now and with tears in her eyes.

"What's going on here?" Hirotada demanded.

"Please allow me to explain," Fujiko said calmly, stepping out of the waiting room. "What you've just witnessed was merely an act put on by both our protagonists here. Neneme-sama. Yuuji-kun. Kabuki theatre has lost two great actors in you. I'm sorry to have pulled the wool over your eyes like that, my lord. But it was the only way to bring out the true feelings in both of you."

"You made me belive that... Why?" Hirotada still seemed confused and a little bit angry over the events.

"It was a bet," Neneme explained. "Fujiko-san wrote this script to goad you into a reaction that wasn't motivated by politics. And I've never been happier to be proven wrong. You do care about me." She hugged her father again. "I know you've got other things to worry about right now. But when this is all over and you sit on the throne in Kyoto, let's talk. Until then I'll be here with Fujiko-san. Then we'll have a good, long talk."

Finally a weak and perhaps a little bit sheepish smile crossed Hirotada's face. "I'd like that."


Fujiko and Yuuji had observed the scene from afar. "That kiss wasn't part of the script," the head priestess pointed out, quiet enough so that only Yuuji could hear her.

"Yeah," he mumbled. "Didn't really feel like an act, either."

"Oh?" Fujiko said with a raised eyebrow. "Isn't that interesting? Maybe you want to explore that kind of improvisation a little further in the future? You heard what he said about taking care of his daughter."

A family reunited and the way paved for a love to blossom, Fujiko thought to herself as she left the hall. Two birds with one stone. Not bad for a day's work. Lady Benzaiten has truly smiled upon us today. Thank you for granting us such an outstanding performance, my lady.
 
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