Recent content by Hanae

Hinoka: Sometimes Lady Jashu could be so cruel. It wasn’t her tone of voice or the eyes of a well-seasoned hunter that unnerved Hinoka. She had traveled further than one would think a person could travel on their own with little else but the clothes and biwa on her back. She had come across...

Hinoka The whispers could be heard, and Hinoka was too sensitive to dissuade a twitch in her brow upon the unjust assessment towards Hiei. She didn’t like the truth in their words. Hiei was getting older, wasn’t he? Would he begin using his money on beauty products to appear young like so many...

That wasn’t the answer she had wanted to hear. Maybe he was only parroting what she had said because it was what she had said and he didn’t want to seem desperate? In her head she had pictured Hiei springing up from his knees, mad with love and desire, reaching for her, pulling her into his...

She adored the make up. She adored the process of taking the brush and putting red underneath her eyes. She adored heating up a small rod above a flame and using it to curl her short, straight lashes before stroking them with a small, curved comb coated in animal fat, antimony powder, and soot...

“Would you sing it, then?” Hinoka wouldn’t be able to say anything more, and unfortunately, neither would Hiei. Even if Hinoka’s gaze lingered on her injured crane for longer than she should, she didn’t dare speak as Suyuna opened her unforgiving mouth. She was ordering others around and did not...

“We’ve always been better together.” Hinoka said softly, her words a mixture of agreement and something else, like a subtle ache in one’s side that couldn’t be explained. She turned her gaze towards Hiei, centering her eyes on that stolid mask of his. She had broken through it many times, felt...

Suyuna was quiet. This silence was heavy and hung between all three witnesses. It seemed the silence was so great that not even the gentle exhale of their breath could be heard by the keenest ears. “Do not call me mistress.” She said cooly, and looked over at Hinoka who watched the entire scene...

Suyuna whipped around, hearing the soft steps of Hiei’s feet and glowered at him. She was bristling up, her hands in fists as she puffed out her chest to the tall man. A true woman of Sonshan, she looked down on the likes of a gutter-rat like Hiei. The most he could ever be was a whore, and so...

Suyuna’s face flushed with annoyance, the way she grimaced at Ryosuke’s name being thrown at her. In truth, she had no greater enemy than Ryosuke Komabami, the bane of her existence! He had been a pest the moment he learned how to walk and climb, and a even bigger one once he learned how to...

Hanae remained quiet. Thousands of questions were going through her mind, none with any answers to them. So many questions and none of them would be appropriate for her to ask Hiei about. She dipped her head low, wishing she could just disappear. She set her teacup down, unable to taste the tea...

Hanae continued to frown at Hiei. What was going on? The impression that the Morikamis had on them was already sullied by his fighting. Once again, Hiei had taken her business as if it was his, liking pulling up a flower from it’s roots. A part of her wanted to ignore this feeling, to instead...

Matsuri’s and Ryo’s bickering faded into the background, the clash and whistle of steel could be heard when they decided to stop their shouting for a second or two, but Hanae hardly heard any of it. Her dark eyes were on Hiei as he punched the ground, not once, not twice but again and again...

“Hiei,” Hanae whispered loudly, “stop.” And then in a much softer, begging tone: “Please, stop.” Ryo, no longer interested in Hiei since beating him or Hanae since Matsuri was speaking, nodded his head. “Yeah, but then you’re gonna have to spend a fortune on ladders and stools.” Ryosuke said...

Ryosuke looked down at Hiei, no longer in a fighting stand and instead standing straight and lax. “Because I won?” Ryosuke said, only then realizing that he needed to fix his robes about. Of course, he had no time to do anything else because a loud and awesome roar of his name could be heard...

The open-palm strike didn’t hit, but that hadn’t been the intention. Ryosuke was not the smartest man, nor was he the most clever of fighters. He had brawn and he had diligence, and with those two things combined, he believed he would always believe. So when Hiei countered, Ryosuke moved to...