BIJON/VISIONS.DAI NI BU/SECOND PART.

"Is this place too...too much or too little?What is the matter Sa?"

I startle,again.
Just like earlier with Hana,I look up to see a modestly troubled expression on Eikojo.I try to comfort him quickly with a gentle tap on his knuckle,our sign that I am okay but he does not seem convinced in the slightest.

"Why did you even come with me at all if this whole evening which I rarely get mind you,is spent with you staring out like you have somewhere else to be or someone else to be with?"

I hear something in my mind sounding all too familiar with that terminology,like I have had a similar conversation to this one.

"You only arrive to leave,My sword fells for your life and that life is not mine.I swore to do my duty and you constantly fail yours!You are to only stay here and birth a son,no more no less!Why could you just for a moment consider that you life is better here,carefree.Even that creature you birthed I took out of this home to make it easier for you...."
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

What?
I look down,my hands are covered in blood from...a steak a few tables away,it twirls in my fingertips as thin lines are coming out from the eye sockets of Eikojo.
I pull myself back,starting to cry apologizing as if my life ended just now.

I run out hastily apologizing my heart away as I flee this place.

"What were you doing in there Sa?Who is Tennami?Are you..are you cheating on me?!?"

Tennami?
Tennami Takahira?

I am quickly recalling things with that name.
A man usually clad in blue,short hair and gentler eyes than his attitude would suggest in that from what little I am seeing in my flashes he would no more see me after marriage than once a season until needing a son proved his most needed task to complete.

To which he,from what I am seeing he made a terrible task and being a father to a sickly or even slightly deformed child would not be allowed,somehow the way Eikojo spoke sounded like the one time that flash showed me I attacked Tennami.

"No,no never!I am no cheat Ei,never.I-I do not know what is happening to me,I feel out...out of sorts right now...let me just,let me go home."

I do not give him a chance to call me a cab and he makes no effort to follow me,every customer in the restaurant stares after me as I fast walk away from there while barely keeping from walking straight into cars,so busy trying to wipe this blood off.
More of the flashes crash into me harder and harder as I hear sounds from the blood on my hands,how the heifer cried so hard as it was slain and the sounds of its calf crying after her as she slowly died.

I try to muffle my scream of frustration,falling as more and more people see me,I cut through the park where cherry blossoms are falling like the rain and I trip on a set of wet cobblestones nearly colliding with the little brook by the heart of this park.

I am in more pain by the flash of a..whatever it is than by my skinned knee.

Here I see much more trees,cherry blossoms falling even more and on the edge of the tree behind me at the foot of it is a broken white mask that has four thin tear like lines on it.
Further down I look and step is a pathway that leads to a old style home where I see a little girl with long jet black hair and green eyes practically a walking giggle running hastily from the house as a tall man follows her,he wears a black hakama with his long hair tied back messily and  smiling broadly.

"A smile that could kill one or blush another"
Suddenly comes to mind but I can not look anywhere else,nor will my eyes stay dry as I watch him give her chase then picks her up only to pretend he will drop her,she confident in his ability to not drop her at all just  makes her cackle all the more.

"Mommy...!"

I can not stop the tears now,the way she runs to me.
The way he relaxes,smiles as he walks towards me.

Then it is gone,I reach forward to try and grasp the hand of the child or to look up to see the green eyes I need to see again but all fade as quickly as they arrived in my mind.

After I rise,wiping the wet stains off my face I walk closer to the edge of the park where I see an old but still vibrantly red well.
 The sight of a well that is solid red comes into view and a name comes to mind.
Kiko Takahira.

Without hesitation my mind is flooded again,not with flashes of the happiest sort but of watching myself be slain by a dagger slicing my belly,another time I see my child falling into that very well while I am sliced and that very man I saw before cut her then pulled nearly his whole arm out of joint to fetch...our son,from falling to his death as our daughter poured out of my abdomen,thankfully even in this flash GOD spared the child even as I watch myself die.

Again.

I can't do anything else but run and cry I feel like as I am running home,praying the whole while to GOD to make it stop.

My happiness then rage then pure exhaustion is all I that I have felt on the long run home,all I have felt the whole time from the flashes until now.