SpartanAmethyst ✰ Kyane Akumi Shimada ✰ female ✰ aesthetic ✰ shatter
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It was in the tendrils of the wind and the whispering of the sakura blossoms that she could hear her siblings' names.
Standing in the center of her garden, Kyane stared up at the ancient cherry blossom tree than had protected her family for centuries. The petals fluttered down gently in the breeze, tickling her fur and catching in her hair. Prayer slips hung in the hundreds, adorning each limb and branch like the ornaments of a Christmas tree. It was quiet days like this that she found herself at the most unease. There was nothing to keep her attention, nor to distract her from her thoughts, and she hated it. Oh how she hated it. After the death of her brother...
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It was in the tendrils of the wind and the whispering of the sakura blossoms that she could hear her siblings' names.
Standing in the center of her garden, Kyane stared up at the ancient cherry blossom tree than had protected her family for centuries. The petals fluttered down gently in the breeze, tickling her fur and catching in her hair. Prayer slips hung in the hundreds, adorning each limb and branch like the ornaments of a Christmas tree. It was quiet days like this that she found herself at the most unease. There was nothing to keep her attention, nor to distract her from her thoughts, and she hated it. Oh how she hated it. After the death of her brother...
No. Not that. Not now. There was already too much to think about, too much to handle. She may look calm and composed on the outside, but her heart and mind were a totally different story. She was in charge of the family business now; "security", they called it. More like vigilantes, and having a younger set of twins who still acted like lawless children definitely did not help her stress levels. Now one of them was gone, and the last thing she'd ever said to him was that he was a fool. She was grieving and guilt-ridden, while still striving to do her duties and make her parents proud. She needed their guidance....
Lost in her thoughts and fears, the sound of someone approaching made her pause, but the footsteps were familiar. She turned to look back over her shoulder at her most trusted companion, a samurai assassin trained in the ways of old, aptly named after the lineage he was well-known for. "The problem has been dealt with," he bowed deeply, dead grey eyes glancing up at her.
"Thank you Hitokiri," she responded, using her hand to lift him by his chin. "And you know you do not need to bow. I am your employer, not your master," she murmured, hand lingering before she pulled away.
"My ancestor pledged his service to your family name, back in the days of old when your grace saved us from persecution. You are still royalty, regardless of your personal feelings, and it is my desire to treat you as such," he said, straightening to his full height. Kyane wanted to respond with 'then why don't you be honest with your feelings' or 'I'd rather be only your queen if you would be my king', but such thoughts went unspoken. She couldn't deny she found him very attractive, but he'd given his life and identity up in the name of service to her family; hell, she didn't even know his real name. "What do you need, my Noble?"
She loved it when he called her "my".
"Yumi broke her chains again; she's gone rogue," Kyane murmured sadly. "Losing Tatsuo has really hit her hard, and she's gone after the Director. As I understand it, she took one of the jets early this morning; I'm still not sure how, but she's in the wind."
"Who is piloting the craft?" "She is."
Hitokiri sighed, stepping forward to stand beside the female Kalon. "I will leave first thing in the morning, and I will bring her home," he said, gravelly voice surprisingly soft. She looked over at him and smiled, worrying silently about the mindset of her youngest sibling. Suddenly she felt an arm wrap awkwardly around her waist and pull her into the Hitokiri's side, and she looked up in surprise. His white mask stared straight ahead at the tree, purposefully not looking down at her. Shock turned to a smile, and she leaned into him; maybe he could still show emotion, and just maybe he felt something too...
They stood there for a few minutes, just watching the wind sway the cherry blossoms and the nearby bamboo. Koi fish swam lazily in the waters that protected and fed their sacred tree, and she finally felt at peace. He calmed the storm in her heart like no one else could; she wanted to tell him that, but again she didn't show her emotions. Kyane sighed and let her eyes drift shut, happy for this moment's reprieve.
She could be a Dragon Warrior another day.
Lost in her thoughts and fears, the sound of someone approaching made her pause, but the footsteps were familiar. She turned to look back over her shoulder at her most trusted companion, a samurai assassin trained in the ways of old, aptly named after the lineage he was well-known for. "The problem has been dealt with," he bowed deeply, dead grey eyes glancing up at her.
"Thank you Hitokiri," she responded, using her hand to lift him by his chin. "And you know you do not need to bow. I am your employer, not your master," she murmured, hand lingering before she pulled away.
"My ancestor pledged his service to your family name, back in the days of old when your grace saved us from persecution. You are still royalty, regardless of your personal feelings, and it is my desire to treat you as such," he said, straightening to his full height. Kyane wanted to respond with 'then why don't you be honest with your feelings' or 'I'd rather be only your queen if you would be my king', but such thoughts went unspoken. She couldn't deny she found him very attractive, but he'd given his life and identity up in the name of service to her family; hell, she didn't even know his real name. "What do you need, my Noble?"
She loved it when he called her "my".
"Yumi broke her chains again; she's gone rogue," Kyane murmured sadly. "Losing Tatsuo has really hit her hard, and she's gone after the Director. As I understand it, she took one of the jets early this morning; I'm still not sure how, but she's in the wind."
"Who is piloting the craft?" "She is."
Hitokiri sighed, stepping forward to stand beside the female Kalon. "I will leave first thing in the morning, and I will bring her home," he said, gravelly voice surprisingly soft. She looked over at him and smiled, worrying silently about the mindset of her youngest sibling. Suddenly she felt an arm wrap awkwardly around her waist and pull her into the Hitokiri's side, and she looked up in surprise. His white mask stared straight ahead at the tree, purposefully not looking down at her. Shock turned to a smile, and she leaned into him; maybe he could still show emotion, and just maybe he felt something too...
They stood there for a few minutes, just watching the wind sway the cherry blossoms and the nearby bamboo. Koi fish swam lazily in the waters that protected and fed their sacred tree, and she finally felt at peace. He calmed the storm in her heart like no one else could; she wanted to tell him that, but again she didn't show her emotions. Kyane sighed and let her eyes drift shut, happy for this moment's reprieve.
She could be a Dragon Warrior another day.
