WATASHITACHI NO TASOGARE/OUR DUSK.

There are many forms of heaven to all of us as a living beings.

What others find absolutely repulsive others find intoxicating.

In regards to my love...
Once a gentle quiet man who barely could even look at me after his all too brief a kiss in a field now is like a lion shrouded in black and gold armor that makes a vicious and heart pounding display of sword mastery that came from stick practicing as a boy in secret and more so three months ago after Ranmaru revealed his lineage to him.

Strange though I always thought,that no matter how many times I have returned and even gone further back to the very week that my love was conceived I never found his mother.
I have sought out that woman time and again and have been left with nothing.

The only way to save him is to grant myself enough power to save him,he just needs this misery as do I one last time.

I am in the tree line,my ravens are surrounding the battle field in darkness.Men are screaming in rage as I make waves of my ravens appear while my love and his three dozen men ensure that fear takes on more than wings but swords that scream even louder as he swings hard,faster than the blood of his foes can pour forth.

What you will not find in the history books my flower child...
Is this battle,no one regards it because it never took place.
Yet here I am,watching it and assisting him to win this battle under a dark dawn that seems more like dusk.....

"Why can this not stop?I feel like these blades weigh more than wagons of grain....I can't do this anymore..."

Nagareboshi is fighting weeping at the heart of the battlefield,an older bald and burnt man kneels before him shaking my loves shoulders viciously enough that if I knew not better I would have slain that old devil then but Nagareboshi felt more affection by that moment than any other by either father of his.

"I WILL NOT SUFFER WEEPING ON THIS FIELD!AM I UNDERSTOOD?WARRIORS BLEED,ENEMIES DIE AND HEROS LEAD!DO I MAKE MYSELF MORE THAN UNDERSTOOD!?"

"Fields of battle were not supposed to be like this."
I told you once my dear granddaughter,I meant that.

I never wanted so much death and battle just for him to live,to make my Father know that I did not fail in my life to save a worthy life.There is only you and my love to save that is worthy so that is what I will do.

Battle was only meant to occur in saving one or anothers life not to glory in.
That is why my love weeps,he feels blood dripping on his whole body and armor.

If it were anyone but my love I would be disgusted but it is my love...
No sight of him can be a blemish.

I want to hold him,kiss him,enjoy him while I have him again but in his state now he refused my touch as though he would taint me.

My love....
He is spotless compared to me.