SONO AIDA/IN THE MEANTIME

SAKURA

SIX MONTHS AGO.

My feet roam almost without purpose around these still unfamiliar grounds belonging to Tennami,We,
The Warrior,Kiko and I have remained here since meeting after slaying the blood of tiger and since the terrible dreams of that night.
Haunt me still they do,every night since.Now I am accustom to spending hours every night walking each dream away,and failing miserably.The dreams about my death,how often I would fall in love with The warrior and even more often accept Tennami into my heart are making my mind go into a constant state of confusion,all these play in my head on each sight of them making it hard to be as "normal"as I can be.

I find myself instead studying the blossoms of sakuras coming into there full potential,peach blossoms a little bit ahead of me and brilliantly blue hydrangeas are by my ankles on the neatly trimmed path I walk,after a prayer and a walk here I am some at ease except when I try to finger Grandmothers locket,I keep forgetting it has been lost since the night I and Kiko met Takanori-San.

He had a grand demeanor to him though his house was somewhat modest for what I had heard of a man so charismatic and honestly I found it refreshing,there were hand drawn portraits of his sons,wife and a comically drawn one of himself,pots of herbs scattered around filling the home with a smell I find inviting but drives The Warrior to staying out of doors more often than not leaving mostly I,Kiko and the mistress of the house his lovely wife.
Miyoko.
She is a woman of a quiet bearing but eyes that are so piercing.the whole of the first night we spent here she studied us intently while there servants(survivors of various attacks on both sides)tended to us.
She watched how Kiko only attempted to veil her distaste for watching people tended her clothing with little experience on doing so to such fine fabric,she watched as The Warrior calmly regarded her as per usual,he seems to look on her highly like a mother by the way he bows so gently towards her and lingers on when she seems she may fall from being very heavy with child.

As for me.
Her eyes seem to be pleased but bewildered watching as I attempt to help the servants with there tasks,whether it be dishes or cooking or clothes washing.Her eyes never seemed to miss the moments when I would admire the sword collection of her husband and watch each night after the first the near nightly leavings of both Takanori-San and The Warrior.

I do  not know what to make of it then or now,or what could have possibly happened to my locket and I miss it very much,I miss so much very much to be brutally honest.Yet....

So much is not right here and now.

Battles I had read about obsessively,during these six months one of them did not even occur and another that the loyalist won had been now won by the shogunate by an unexpected assassination that turned the tide in there favor,this being why both the master of the house and The Warrior are gone often to take shots when able to refortify there cause and strength.

"What is going on here?What is happening to change history?"I ask myself aloud,also thinking I will be cast out for doing this because I probably sound mad then also thinking could I be mad and this is all just an intensely real dream and I may just awake back in modern Fukui and all will be as it were,
School,hastily made delicious meals from Dad before work,anime figure shopping with Hana and escaping from the shop keeper of the store we shopped for them due to his incessant need to pretend he is from a successful anime and he is the hot star of it(not even a little bit similar)and lastly spending my nights writing fan fic of my warriors obsession.

The Warrior I now see on the end of my circuit around the grounds,I wrote so much fic on him to dispel the bad  mythos surrounding him by the few who heard of him and making him known to the people out there who didn't.
My fantasy always painted him with a tragic past and a broken heart that was a good one,an unorthodox fighter and green eyed.

How could have all my fantasy writings somehow been completely accurate?
He doesn't seem to notice my nearing him ,so I hide near a particlarly large hydrangea bush and enjoy the view of him practicing a long memorized set of combat movements and watch as his mask begins to slide off due to the ribbon being nearly spent and I take note of that while still just studying him.

I only catch just a brief glimpse of his cheekbone and eye before I am pulled by the waist back and away,that seems to momentarily catch the attention of The Warrior but Kiko yells out to him as though in pain,he briefly looks in my direction again but my mouth is covered so I can't tell to him to help me and he can't see me so on he walks back towards the house while I am being pulled away.

"Not this easily you won't"