TSUKIHIKO/MOON PRINCE

If my shoulder were not killing me from such sharp,burning pain I would stop my ears with corks or stab them through if it would make these awful sounds to stop.
I am holding onto Kiko and to the horse for dear life,it screams so violently and is sweating blood now,I beg and pray to GOD for help and thankfully he helps the poor thing to finally die,the relief I hear from it's last breath calms me momentarily.

That child has some nerve in her....
She rises from where he had suddenly collapsed,in the heart of the forest maybe minutes away from where we had just thundered AWAY from just a few minutes ago,and Kkio simply marches on without a look back,apology.
Nothing.
I follow,not sure where to go or what to do except that having only been in pre meiji era fukui for all of a half day,that is purely guessing since my watch stopped at sunset,(forever ago it seems like)I feel like I must stay along this path and watch myself with this fox of a child.My ears are starting to hurt as we near the estate,the smell of smoke and burning bodies is enough to send me sprawling while Kiko just marches onward and in so purposeful.The voices of these men,there spirit I suppose now,cry instead of hiss.
They sound so stunned,scared instead of angry like the others had earlier.Even some of the estate guards I hear weep in my head as we,no.
When SHE passes by there corpses.

Soon as the child catches sight of the Warrrior,he eye become a masterpiece of mounting,enough so that if I had not seen what I had moments ago I would have believed her.I catch sight of him after,he kneels over the corpse of an older man,closing his eyes forever while the Warrior simply let's his sword arm go limp along with his body.

"FATHER!FATHER!"Kiko screams,rushing on and kneeling by his body,quickly taking some small item from his forearm and walking on,turning swiftly to the Warrior pouring her heart out into his chest.
"Wow child,you sure do not fool me now."I mutter to myself,starting to see her intent a little.

I walk near,trying to show some respect to this wailing dead that are talking so much so fast that I can not quite catch it all but I try to store it in my mind then bits I do receive easily enough.I attempt to pat the child's shoulder as I realize maybe she could be just a child who is different and responds to life,love and grief that way but she eyes me hard the moment I near enough to brush the Warrior even slightly,he can not even see it from her head angle,I back away,I am grieving enough.

"Where is Tsukihiko ?'
I don't really want to answer because his voice sounds oddly enough like he had been upset already tonight(I read that this warrior was considered inhuman by many accounts for brutal,unorthodox methods of slaying and a fearsome countenance and the latter is true but the first seems to be only partially true it seems,at this moment anyway)
"It.....couldn't survive the ride here,he,he die...died.Gomen nasai......"I sputter out,bowing my apology,his eyes light up in fire then,looking to me and in that brief moment before he utters a word that child appears to smirk,SMIRK.
"Why did you even ride back here at all for him to die?!Did I not send you both off to avoid that fate?Why did you come back!"his voice only rose slightly but it is more than enough to make me jump,but my eyes stay level to his (as best as possible given his much taller stature)

"Because I know how it feels to lose someone and wish I could have gone back to try anyway I could to save them,I never wanted your friend to die,I just sought to help the child."my voice is soft as having been scolded  yet it hits home i see in his expression immediately.

The Warrior rises,pulling Kiko from her death grip on his arms,then he begins to drag away the dead.
While I,on the other hand try to help,listening this time,to the words of the blood on the wind still crying,namely the blood of this older warrior.
Takahira San.