On Astral Tides: From Humble Freelancer To Astral Emperor

Izumi Kana

“This… is super amazing, isn’t it, Marika-chan, Hotene-chan?” Kana’s cousin Keomi-chan was gushing, as they looked around the parts of the grounds of the Imperial Palace nobody but the Imperial Family and dignitaries invited to weddings, funerals and other state events, ever saw.

Seeing her enthusiasm, Kana couldn’t help but smile. Even the childish looking Keomi-chan, who Kana sometimes struggled to remember was a highschooler like she was, seemed a different person today. She still wore her hair in pigtails, but she’d been smartened up, and her shrine maiden hakama was worn elegantly and richly decorated, as befitted a shrine maiden of Shirohebizumi.

I still can’t believe it. Shirohebizumi can now stand proud beside shrines such as Kanda-myōjin, Hikawa-Kawagoe and even the hidden shrines nobody but the Imperial Family ever gets to worship at. Although… Kana’s gaze was drawn by Princess Mikasa, Yukiko-san, her own hakama was woven with gold and matched with rather expensive jewellery. Personally, Kana felt she looked a little swallowed up by the finery, and seemed rather out of place, which was odd for a Princess, but then Yukiko-san… No, according to Eri she should be Yukiko-chan soon, or maybe even just Yukiko… that’s just… crazy. But then I suppose I should be used to it with Shaeula, but… Yukiko-san’s different. She’s human, and… the Imperial Princess of Japan!

No, Yukiko-san was amazingly self-abasing for a Princess. In the end, she lacks confidence in herself. But then… I understand. It’s a tough crowd. Kana had been through her own period of self-loathing and subsequent self-reflection and had come out of it stronger and finally able to like herself. Though I suppose having a Divine Favour does help now.

As she watched, Yukiko-san slipped away with Tsukiko-chan, heading towards the main Palace, while this part of the Pilgrimage group was in the grounds of the Shin-den, the sanctuary of the Kami of Japan. Like almost everyone in Tokyo, and especially the students from a religious school such as theirs, Kana had visited the grounds of the Imperial Palace, but she had never dreamed of entering the non-public, private areas.

“Yes, it’s… nice.” Hotene-chan managed quietly, her dark eyes a little sad. With her brown skin and small physique, Hotene-chan likely had some native blood in her, but she was just as dedicated to her shrine and Kami as any of them. More so now, perhaps. Losing her cousin, being so terribly injured…

“Nice? Is that all you have to say, Hotene-chan?” Keomi-chan giggled. She too had been traumatised by the events of Kyoto and the massacre of the Susanoo faction shrine maidens and apprentice priests, but fortunately, Haru-chan was able to offer her soothing abilities and understanding, and in time the mental scars had cleared. It also helps that Keomi-chan’s a childish idiot. Cute, but not smart enough to stay down for long. Even Hotene-chan has started to slowly smile again.

“What else can I say?” Hotene-chan was exasperated with Kana’s cousin, but that did make her smile, so perhaps Keomi-chan wasn’t as airheaded as Kana thought. As if to prove her point, Keomi-chan turned, and winked at Kana, before including Marika-chan, as well as the sisters, the two part-time shrine maidens who worked at Shirohebizumi shrine for pocket change and something to do, in the conversation.

“You could be impressed, Hotene-chan! You are, aren’t you, Marika-chan, girls?”

Marika-chan, the studious, polite and well-spoken little girl who was doing a homestay at Shirohebizumi shrine, nodded. “I am deeply moved, to see the legendary Shin-den, and soon the Kōrei-den and Kashiko-dokoro. The Three Palace Sanctuaries are legendary to those of us who follow the old ways, a match for Ise Grand Shrine! Oh, how I wish Chairo-sama could see this!”

“You’d need to become a Chosen and build yourself a Throne then.” Kana winked. “Although… at some point I guess I’ll have a Throne myself. Akio was talking about transferring Shirohebi to me then, though it feels… a bit sacrilegious.”

“You certainly worry too much, Kana-chan!” Iroha-chan, the oldest of the sisters smiled. The sisters were decently pretty girls, though not on the level of Kana or her friends Mio-chan and Asami-chan. Those two were with Ren-kun right now, though Kana knew Mio-chan would be frustrated and jealous. Though your future prospects are great, Mio-chan, do your best!

“Yeah, that’s right! I’m sure Shirohebi-sama will be more than happy to be under their most devoted shrine maiden!” Iroha-chan’s younger sister, Nana-chan giggled cheekily. The sisters were quite similar in appearance, the younger, Nana-chan, was short with a brown ponytail, and a slender figure, while her older sister Iroha-chan was wearing her hair in buns, and had a more rounded figure, as well as being a couple of inches taller. But what both of them had in common was their cheeky attitude.

“I heard they were overjoyed at the prospect of you birthing an heir, Kana-chan!” Iroha-chan smirked, and Kana choked at that.

“Just… where did you hear that?” she managed, shocked. Keomi-chan was giggling happily, and even Marika-chan was smiling.

“Where else?” Iroha-chan explained, enjoying having the upper hand on Kana for once. “Shirohebi talked to us when we were receiving their blessing. After all, we are their shrine maidens too.”

“It’s all so crazy.” Nana-chan agreed. “I can’t believe what we were missing out on. I know Keomi-chan’s your cousin, and she’s cute…” Keomi-chan blushed at the compliment, giggling, before Nana-chan undercut it, their long friendship and association making their camaraderie easy. “…but then, the dumb ones always are.” Nana-chan winked. “Anyway, we were there at the beginning, but got passed over…”

“You know why.” Kana rolled her eyes. The sisters were fun but could be a little tiring sometimes. “Back at the start, Akio and Shaeula didn’t have the strength or resources they have now, so numbers had to be limited. Besides…” She crossed her arms, frowning. “You think you’re worth it? You know just how much this Pilgrimage costs? Our shrine borrowed the money for you pair off Akio!”

“Well, if you can’t tap your rich boyfriend for a loan, who can you?” Iroha-chan sniggered. “As for being worth it…” The two sisters exchanged glances, before they looked over to another group of Pilgrims, many of them girls wearing Adamant uniforms. “…sure, it may seem a bit of a waste, but we have to think of our future, Kana-chan!”

“Oh yeah, those uniforms are really cute, aren’t they Marika-chan, Hotene-chan?” Keomi-chan giggled innocently. That’s my airheaded cousin. I don’t think she gets the implications. But I do…

Marika-chan was clever for her age too, and she shook her head. “While it would be a great honour indeed to dedicate my all to Akio-sama… it would be presumptuous. While being part of Adamant offers many benefits, Hinata-sama is very keen on making sure that the members receive many rewards… the expectation is loyalty, both body and heart.” Her face was slightly pink, and Kana found the young girl utterly adorable. “…it is not a decision to be made hastily, even for great benefits.”

“Yeah, but… you can leave.” Iroha-chan shrugged, still watching the Adamant soldiers as they offered libations and treasures to the shrine. “I know the rules, but… it’s not like you’ll be held against your will, right?”

“That’s… foolish.” Hotene-chan spoke up, surprising them, her dark eyes intense. “You call yourselves shrine maidens? No, that’s not fair…” Hotene-chan suddenly seemed sad, and Keomi-chan grabbed her hand, reassuring her. “…you weren’t there at Kyoto, you’ve not… put in the work.”

“Fighting is indeed rather terrifying.” Marika-chan agreed, taking Hotene-chan’s other hand, showing maturity beyond her years as she gazed at the two sisters solemnly. I see I can leave it to them. Which is good, they are pissing me off a bit. I knew we’re friends and all, but…

“It is something I willingly do though, to be of help to Akio-sama, and to spread the glory of Chairo-sama.” Marika-chan continued. “It… is a blessing to feel the grace of Shirohebizumi shrine.” She raised a hand and a small ball of earth rose up from the ground, a ruby light shining. “More… to know that Akio-sama sees me as a little sister…”

“Yeah, though that’s dangerous in itself.” Kana couldn’t help but smile. “Though I think you’re safe for a few years yet, Marika-chan. But yeah… when you feel Lovers’ Link, it can’t be described…”

Marika-chan nodded. “It is hardly fair, but Hinata-sama, Shaeula-sama, Shiro-sama… all of them are what I aspire to be. Beautiful, powerful, intelligent, driven. Shiro-sama is even the mortal witness of a Goddess!”

“I don’t think she or Tan see it that way, but…” Looking around at the Shin-den, with its traditional pagoda-style structure, and simple yet elegant architecture, Kana frowned. “…I get it. But I think you’re fine just the way you are, Marika-chan.”

“Maybe so, but… I refuse to fail to make the most of this chance I have been offered. It is not just for the reasons some suspect that Adamant is an organisation of only women with such rules. Lovers’ Link, and Kin Bonding… Kyoto was terrible. If… in the future it happens again, as it surely will…” Her hand tightened on Hotene-chan’s, as did Keomi-chan’s. Everyone was looking at Marika-chan solemnly, as she explained to the two annoying sisters.

“…it is not simply a matter of gathering women for Akio-sama to love, though that is surely part. Because… to be Kin, it is no easy thing.”

“Who made you so smart?” Kana ruffled her hair playfully, before rolling her eyes at her cousin. “If only you were half as clever, I wouldn’t worry so much. But no, you’re more likely to be found face down in an empty cake box than your textbooks.”

As Keomi-chan giggled ruefully, Kana nodded sharply at Iroha-chan and Nana-chan. “You pair… if you request to join with that attitude, I swear I’ll tell Akio to pick you out for a night of passion. You’d not survive it….” She paused, turning crimson, face hot. “…or so I hear, I’ve not gone that far myself, but…” her brown eyes softened for a moment. “…I’m very much hoping to start getting in some dates during this Pilgrimage. Maybe not tomorrow, that’s Shaeula’s day, but… anyway…” She coughed. “You don’t get to join with that half-assed attitude. It’s an honour and comes with responsibilities!”

“Seems like those involve being Akio-kun’s body pillow…” Nana-chan giggled.

“Don’t call him Akio-kun! You barely know him!” Kana sighed, irritated.

“You’d have him ravage us then, Kana-chan? You’re very accepting of your boyfriend cheating…” Iroha-chan snorted.

“Oh, shut it. It’d be all you deserved, though… honestly, it’d be a reward for you too, so… maybe that wouldn’t work.” He’d just make them fall for him, which isn’t the point I’m trying to make.

“I get it.” Keomi-chan giggled, and Kana turned, without much hope of her contributing much, but Keomi-chan surprised her. “Valkyries, yes? Beautiful female warriors, pure and dedicated. Empowered by bonds, and… if they live in Akio-kun’s heart, then…” She swallowed, perhaps remembering Kyoto. “…then even in death, it isn’t the end. So long as Akio-kun doesn’t falter… Adamant is indestructible. Right?” She tilted her head, and Kana snorted a laugh.

“Good girl. Maybe your higher stats have kickstarted your brain!” She turned to glower at the sisters. “Yeah. It’s not as easy as that, but essentially, not only with Adamant be able to gain strength via Lovers’ Link, once Akio accepts the group and purpose in his heart, then… yes… I mean, Haru-chan makes her little jokes, but… if you ask her, she’ll admit to being happy with her life now. Tsukiko-chan too. So going in with the wrong motivation and attitude puts the whole project at risk.”

“I don’t think Shaeula-chan and Hinata-chan will let that happen.” Keomi-chan giggled. “I know they’ll keep everyone in line. But they’re very nice so if you do join, Iroha-chan, Nana-chan, you’ll have fun!”

“Her innocence always shocks me. I’m sure mentally she’s younger than Marika-chan.” Kana sighed. “Anyway, we should hurry. Shiori-chan will get grumpy if she has to manage everyone by herself, as it seems Yukiko-san and Tsukiko-chan are busy.” Smiling wryly, Kana found her gaze drawn to Akio, who was being greeted by a number of maids and a butler from the Imperial Palace. Yeah, I think Akio will be rather busy here too…

***

Mori Junpei

“This is all so very exciting! Can you feel the difference yet, Taichi? I think I can. Well, maybe…” Words were pouring from Emily at a rapid rate, as she giggled excitedly after pouring out a bottle of very expensive sake out over the idols at the Shin-den.

Seeing that, Junpei couldn’t help but lick his lips. Meeting the gaze of his best friend, Taichi, who was Emily’s husband, he knew they thought the same thing. It might be sacrilegious, but it feels a waste. No, that’s just our old poverty speaking. Before, a bottle of sake this fine would have been unthinkable, or if not, perhaps only for celebrating the wedding of our children. Our children…

“I… think I can.” Matsumuro-san, Tsukiko-san’s father spoke softly. He was an older man, closer to the age of Hana’s parents rather than their own age, and also quite reserved and quiet. His wife was the same way. That was why, even though they were in the same position, their daughter planning on marrying Akio, it was still hard to address them by name. I suppose I’ll get used to it in time. After all… there’s no going back.

“I too.” Daichi-san, the father of Kana-san, and priest of Shirohebizumi shrine, nodded. He raised a hand, and a flame blazed into life, which he used to ignite a stick of expensive incense, fragrance filling the area housing these idols. “My control over the flame is increasing, and the intensity I can manage is also growing. I feel we are finding favour with the Kami here.”

“Lucky!” Emily giggled brightly, full of energy as ever. “After this, we really need to work harder, don’t we?”

I was rather shocked when Taichi brought home a foreign bride and a son, a pregnant bride, no less. Glancing at his wife Hana, Junpei knew she felt the same way, though right now she had other things on her mind. Junpei shared her worry, though if he was honest with himself, he had come to accept it, and Hana, despite her shrill protests and complaints, had come around as well.

It certainly helps that we are not alone. Daichi-san and Nagi-san, they have their daughter too. They are the closest to us in terms of mindset, so… we get on well. Indeed, Daichi-san was a regular at their evening drinks, his father Masaji-san often also joining them.

That aside, Emily certainly was a breath of fresh air. Though she didn’t exactly fit in with Nishimorioka and the Japanese way of life at first, but quickly, she won us over. My Hana, who was also pregnant, and rather further along than Emily, even decided to name her daughter after her, though it became Eri rather than Emi, as Emily was embarrassed. When the two girls were born, they grew up being very close friends, inseparable. Akio too. We’d… always hoped that Eri and Akio would get married. And now they are. But… this?

“Yes. I do not approve of being a burden.” Taichi insisted, as stern as ever. “All we could do is cower when the mansion was attacked. And while I think it foolish to put ourselves in danger, overestimating our abilities…”

Hana made a sad expression at that, likely remembering the horrific scenes of their precious daughter’s limbs coming off even as they watched on helplessly, her flesh torn and flayed. That Eri was fine now, no, better than fine, didn’t wash out the memories of blood and sorrow.

“…we should be honing ourselves, so that we do not cause our children to worry about us.” Taichi finished. “It is a parent’s job to chastise, guide and worry over their children, not for them to concern themselves over us. Especially now.”

“Oh, Taichi, don’t be so stern.” Emily had noticed that Tsukiko-san’s parents were troubled, heads bowed. I know they say us Japanese are experts and reading the mood, but Emily is surprisingly empathetic. Perhaps… perhaps it isn’t just that it’s her son rather than her daughter in this whole situation, but that… she understands them better than we do, what they want, what they need.

“Taro-kun, Kaoru-chan…” Emily addressed them informally, casually, despite them being older. “…trust me, it’s not your fault. I mean, honestly, what help do you really think we’ve been to Aki? All we can do is be there for him, a supportive presence. And by that, I mean accepting his choices, and giving him advice when he wants or needs it. Aki… he’s built all this…” Emily gestured to the wider grounds of the Imperial Palace, where Junpei knew hundreds of others were here, following Akio’s call, from his own daughter, through to the nobility, military and even mythical, non-human beings.

“…and he did it through his own strength, and… also from the strength of our daughters.” Emily winked playfully. “Without Kana-chan, Aki never would have got involved with the shrines, would he? Besides, your Kana-chan is a really smart girl, Nagi-chan, Taichi-san! She knows what she wants, and what she wants is the best!”

Emily puffed out her chest proudly. With her Caucasian looks and stunning blue eyes, she certainly stood out, especially in shrine maiden hakama, but she seemed oddly well suited to it. Yes, Taichi’s a lucky man. As am I. After all, we have the two prettiest wives in Nishimorioka. Not that we live there anymore.

“Yes, my daughter is a handful, but she’s always been popular.” Nagi-san agreed. Kana’s mother didn’t lose to Hana or Emily, Junpei had to admit, and Kana was certainly as pretty as Eri, though as a father, he always rated his daughter’s beauty higher. But then… He glanced over at Tsukiko-san’s parents. …sometimes one has to accept reality. But… Eri is still loved. And happy. That’s what matters. And besides… we’re in the Imperial Palace, and… while Hana and I haven’t been a party to the conversations Taichi and Emily have been having with the Imperial Family, of course they’ve told us privately. And here we are today…

“I admit to being a little concerned, but…” Nagi-san shook her head gently. “My daughter knows her own mind, and she talks to me. She’s so proud of her role here during this Pilgrimage. I’ve never seen her so motivated. And that’s all you and father-in-law ever wanted, right darling?”

Daichi-san agreed. “Yes. We are a proud shine lineage. But our daughter found it foolish. Yet… Akio-san… no, I suppose since he is going to be my son-in-law in time, it should be Akio-kun at the least. Akio-kun awakened her pride, and… honestly, he has given her treasures beyond price. More importantly… though it pains me to admit it, considering the circumstances, he loves her, and she him. And while I find the prospect of multiple marriage troubling, unusual… I have no legal, moral or even spiritual grounds to object. Even our Kami, Shirohebi, is eagerly awaiting their union.”

“Exactly! It’s all about love! Eri too. Without Eri opening up Aki’s heart, Shaeula told me that Aki would have stubbornly remained alone. And Eri… has taught Aki the most important lessons.” Emily was solemn then.

Wait… is that… The relics and statues of the Amatsukami, which were enshrined in this part of the Shin-den, seemed almost to glow faintly for a second, as Emily continued to speak. Maybe I imagined it… but it did look like the statue of Amaterasu shone for a moment…

“Tsukiko-chan too.” Emily continued. “Taro-kun, Kaoru-chan… my son was heartbroken when Tsukiko-chan passed. Just like when Eri was injured, my boy wasn’t strong enough, quick enough… it scarred his heart. But…” She glanced at Taichi, who nodded, his grey eyes hard yet tender, an expression Junpei didn’t often see when he was thinking of Akio. At least not before…

“…a man who has not suffered a few setbacks is no man at all. And while there are no rewards for trying, not in the adult world… outcomes matter. Eri recovered, and Tsukiko-san… she lives again. And my son… he is determined to make them happy, and they seem inclined to wish it as well. It is a hard path, but…” Taichi mused, struggling to find his words.

“We have no right to interfere with our daughter’s choice.” Matsumuro Taro-san agreed, his wife nodding solemnly beside him. “Though… honestly, if our daughter is finally able to be herself, to shed her veil and her role… and laugh, cry, smile… perhaps even know the joys of parenthood herself in the future… we will accept it. Please, look after our daughter.” He bowed, his wife doing likewise, and Emily laughed cheerfully, waving that off.

“Come on, no need for that! Though I get that you’ve only been living with us for a while, you’ll get used to us in time! Anyway… the point is… we all have one thing in common, right? We love our kids! And they’re all connected through Akio.”

“One day you’ll know how I feel when little Ai finds love.” Hana sighed. “Though knowing you, you’ll be fine with whatever.”

“Of course!” Emily pumped her fist enthusiastically. “As I said, so long as Ai is happy, I’m happy. And besides…” Emily snickered, which made her seem younger. “Aki will never let anyone mistreat Ai! Just as he won’t tolerate anyone hurting your daughters. After all…” She winked at Tsukiko-san’s parents. “…didn’t he even defeat death for your daughter? I think it’s so romantic. I think Tsukiko-chan is great! Beautiful daughters-in-law are the best!”

“Sometimes I think…” Hana began, before flushing, glancing at Junpei with conflicted emotions, and he coughed, knowing what she was thinking, as she had complained about it while they were in bed together sometimes, when particularly drunk. Sure, it would teach Emily a lesson, but… polygamy is one thing…

“Don’t worry, Eri is a new woman!” Emily chuckled, unaware of the conflicted emotions of her close friends. “And she’s thrown aside the shadows of her past failures, hasn’t she? After all, she’s proved she can handle herself. But more to the point… my Aki, he’s always been soft-hearted and kind, but now fortunately he’s grown up, and can be hard when he needs to be. But his heart is big enough for all your daughters, and he’s promised always to make them happy. So who cares what the world thinks? Or what was done before?”

“It’s true.” Nagi-san agreed. “I’m not from the shrine lineage of Shirohebizumi, I married in, so while I’m happy that the old ways have returned, I’m also frightened. As shrines and temples will surely be targets. So… I’d rather Kana was protected by someone she loves. And knowing that if the worst happens, my Kana can be saved…”

“It is not to be relied upon.” Taichi warned. “My son has told me that certain fates preclude his strange resurrection. Tsukiko-san almost met that fate, but fortunately Akio was in time to prevent it. But yes, as a safety net… a safety net that our daughters-in-law plan to extend out widely, to this Adamant group…” Taichi frowned, as well he might.

It’s a private army of women, loyal only to their leaders and Akio. A… dangerous concept. As time passes, loyalty might turn into something more… no, Eri isn’t the shy, withdrawn girl she used to be, clinging to Akio and Aiko. She’s changed. Everyone’s changed. We’ve changed…

“Excuse me…” There was a sudden knock at the door, and Junpei realised they had been talking for a while, holding up the next group of Pilgrims. As he turned to apologise, he realised it wasn’t the next group, but in fact was the Grand Steward, the most important member of the Imperial Household Agency, which looked after the affairs of the Imperial Family. He was an older man, in his early sixties, quite short, and wearing black framed glasses which gave him a rather intellectual appearance.

“Emily-sama, Taichi-sama…” The man bowed deeply to the two of them, and Junpei noticed the different reactions they showed. Emily was delighted, though likely not by the formality, she sometimes struggled with Japanese ways in that regard, even after all these years, while Taichi was both resigned and troubled.

“It’s time then?” Emily asked, and the Grand Steward nodded.

“Yes. His Imperial Majesty is waiting. If you would please follow me…”

“Well then…” Emily managed to rein in her good cheer, trying to appear dignified. “We’ll be off then. Hopefully matters won’t take too long, we don’t want to throw off the timetable here, and we have to visit the Boundary here as well. But… that depends on Aki now. Though my boy’s got this!”

“Calm yourself, Emily.” Taichi chided. “This is not merely a political and secular matter, it concerns the spiritual too. And… the hearts of the young. All we can do is lend our support and allow matters to proceed as they will.”

“You’ve changed your tune, darling…” As Emily and Taichi were escorted out, this part of the Shin-den fell into silence, before Junpei took it upon himself to speak.

“All right. We should continue on as planned. It’s out of our hands now. Though…” Junpei felt the sting of ironic humour as he met his wife’s gaze. “…it’s not like our daughters aren’t involved in this. Eri always said this would happen. Our daughter’s quite perceptive, Hana.”

She nodded, her expression rueful. “Yes, I don’t know just when little Eri started paying attention to those around her and what they were thinking and feeling, but… love changes a woman, and… she’s an adult now. She’s… done things few others ever have. That goes for your daughters too.”

“It’ll be fine.” Nagi-san agreed, sympathetic. “Kana’s a latecomer, so we have no right to complain. But… your daughter was here from the start.”

“Our daughters aside…” Junpei grimaced as they moved to the second area of worship here, which rather than the Amatsukami of Tengoku, Heaven, was dedicated to the Kunitsukami, of Japan and the Earth. “…we should feel privileged to be here. Not all of us have talents such as Daichi-san…” he nodded at Kana-san’s father. “…but… we can learn. We have to learn. And it should be far easier, once we have this Kami-Blessed Class maximised, supposedly. Besides…” His smile was rueful. “…we all have daughters who wish to walk alongside Akio, for the rest of their lives. Long lives at that.”

At the nods of agreement, he wondered just what the outcomes of this day’s events would be. And not just this day. I’m told there are a number of major events happening over the Pilgrimage, and each on its own would be the stuff of legend. No, will be the stuff of legend. It’ll be taught about in schools across Japan, perhaps even the world. And our Eri will be immortalised in history.

“I for one, want to watch over my daughter…” He paused, giving Hana a sympathetic look, clenching his fist, remembering how much it hurt to punch Akio that time. Yes, there’s no way I can chastise him now. Fortunately… he does love Eri dearly and would never choose to hurt her. Eri told me honestly, if she hadn’t pushed for Shaeula, accepted the arranged marriages from the noble girls, Akio would have held fast to monogamy with her. And she claims she doesn’t regret it. I know that’s a lie, of course she has some regrets, but… honestly, compared to seeing her brighter personality now, even when she had just got together with Aki, she wasn’t this cheerful.

“…all our daughters, for as long as possible. For Kana-san and Tsukiko-san are going to be my daughters too, odd though that is. So, Daichi-san, I know there are training sessions throughout the evenings of the Pilgrimage. Can you assist us?” We should ask the parents of Hinata-san, Motoko-san and Natsumi-san as well. They too are on this Pilgrimage, though they are currently at the Kōrei-den, if I remember the schedule correctly. The Kashiko-dokoro is off-limits for the moment, depending on… what happens next…

“Of course.” Daichi-san agreed. “We should also have time to bond over the evening sessions. It would be better to get aid from the twin daughters of Hikawa-Kawagoe shrine, but I suspect their schedule will be packed, poor girls. But…”

As they continued to talk, crossing paths with a group of soldiers and mercenaries, the big, rather intimidating black woman Aliyah and her brother with them, Junpei shook his head once more. Yes, all of this is an event which future generations will look back on and talk about in the same way as the great events of our time, such as the Moon landings. Assuming we have a future. Though… that will depend on Akio, and also our little Eri. Isn’t that the strangest thing of all?

***

Yukiko, Princess Mikasa

“Granddaughter. You have arrived.” Her grandfather, the current Emperor, greeted her. Despite his advanced age, he still looked healthy, despite his hair long since having turned to grey. In fact, grandfather seems to be growing younger, though that’s surely just because of the events of the past days. While Kyoto broke his heart, and the stolen citizens brought him to a furious rage, the call from America, discussions with Britain…

“Yes, she has. And she looks rather… warm…” her grandmother, also present, softly teased her. Empress Michiko was also worn by the passing of time, yet despite her white hair and the deep wrinkles her age had etched into her face, her smile was gentle, and the elegant jūnihitoe she wore, a white, formal one for such matters, didn’t hide her frame, showing she could still stand on her own feet without aid, despite it being made of many heavy layers of cloth. I remember wearing it a few times. It’s like wearing a number of kimonos at once. Despite the cloth being of the highest quality, it’s impossible not to feel tired and sweat. Or maybe that was just me?

“Don’t tease our dear Yukiko.” her father scolded. “She is nervous enough.” Her father, Prince Ayahito, smiled at her reassuringly, pride in his expression. Beside him stood her mother, Masuko, her own smile warm. She too was in a traditional jūnihitoe, while her father and grandfather wore the male formal court dress, the sokutai. The Emperor was in black and white, a golden and crimson phoenix embroidered across his body, the long sleeves tooled in gold, the traditional imperial sceptre, the shaku, in his hand, glittering gold.

Father was in dark navy and black, the colour symbolic, and Yukiko felt her heartbeat speeding up. Taking a deep breath, she managed to calm herself. Resilience, do your work! She now was completely used to using the terminology from Akio-san and did it almost without thought. “Yes, I’m quite nervous.” Yukiko agreed. Beside her, Tsukiko, who had accompanied her in, reached out and squeezed her hand reassuringly, which further helped calm her.

“I can see why!” her female cousin Kaoruko giggled. She was here too, along with her younger male cousin Hodahito, and her uncle and aunt. They were dressed slightly less formally, in delicate kimono, and Yukiko blinked, recognising the styles. It makes me wonder. Are they from Natsumi-san’s family? I know Hori house is one of the most esteemed traditional tailors of Japanese formal attire…

“Yes.” Hodahito agreed. He was a fairly studious young man, but Yukiko wasn’t particularly close with him, as he was still in high school. Sometimes I wish I was young again, when life was simpler. But such is not to be… Tsukiko squeezed her hand again, and Yukiko managed a smile as her cousin addressed her.

“This is a big day for you. In more ways than one, cousin Yukiko. No, I suppose you should be Princess Mikasa today. This is an historic event, for a number of reasons.” In his black kimono, with an austere, straight-cut fringe of black hair and dark eyes, he did cut a more regal figure than Yukiko did herself. But then, I’m not particularly suited for the role. Not like Kaoruko, Princess Takahime.

Everyone praised Kaoruko for her good looks and cute demeanour, and she had the elegance a Princess required. It makes me wonder just why I’m so plain? If it wasn’t impossible, I’d suspect mother had an affair. But that simply is inconceivable.

 “It is all in your mind.” Tsukiko whispered, and Yukiko shot her a glance, surprised.

“Have some faith in yourself. I understand it sounds mocking coming from me…” Yukiko opened her eyes wide at Tsukiko’s words, as she never would have said something like that before. “…but you are quite attractive. Certainly to those who matter. And you only grow more so. After all, many men find bravery and dignity alluring.”

Yukiko flushed again. Before she could speak, her elder brother, the final member of the Imperial Family, spoke. Yes, it’s not fair. Brother Gorohito has the same shade of brown hair as me, the same eye colour, he wears glasses too. But he appears ascetic, tidy, while I just seem… dowdy. Although…

“Sister, there is no need to panic. But then, you never did like the spotlight.” Her elder brother smiled winningly. He was also in a black sokutai, embroidered with the sakura petals of the Imperial seal. “Cousin Hodahito is right. Stand tall and proud. After all, as a family, you are our treasure, aren’t you? After all, who else but you truly shines with Amaterasu’s light?”

…I have put on some muscle. My arms aren’t bulky, but… no, there’s no time for such thoughts. “Yes. I carry the burden of Amaterasu.” Yukiko agreed. “Would that you could brother. After all… we are the descendants of Amaterasu. I… can say that now, can’t I?”

Her brother smiled wryly, his neat, black-framed glasses and well-shaped face giving him a handsome grace, although… Brother is polite, well-mannered and intelligent. But… somehow, he seems a touch… lacking… compared to Akio-san. I suppose… it’s the difference in experience, of expectations. While brother Gorohito is being groomed to rule Japan one day, we as the Imperial Family are largely figureheads. Or… we were. No, times have changed.

“Yes, it seems we can. Grandfather took the urgent call from America. It was… quite the surprise.” Yukiko nodded, only to notice an edge in her older brother’s voice, which was seldom something she heard from him. “One surprise after another.” he continued. “So, sister Yukiko, are you ready?” He nodded politely at Tsukiko, who had tilted her head downwards, and Yukiko had to stifle a grin.

She has no issue with Akio or his friends and family seeing her face, but to outsiders… she’s still shy. Or perhaps… no, is that it? If so, Tsukiko is certainly younger in mind and experience than I had believed. It’s certainly cute though. Is this what Akio-san and Shiro would call gap moe?

“There is no need to be so forward, my Prince.” There was the sound of a staff striking the floor, and all eyes turned to the last person in the room. Seeing the elderly man, with bright golden eyes that seemed to belong more to a Yōkai or a Faerie than a human, his long white beard down almost to his chest, the long-sleeved shōzoku robes draping his body, half black and half white, symbolising the duality of Yin and Yang, his voluminous sleeves which hid his hands tooled with designs representing the Five Elements of Onmyōji, Wood, Fire, Earth, Metal and Water, Yukiko smiled in relief.

“Yin-Yang Grandmaster Daimon. It is good to see you again.”

“And I to see you.” The old man was leaning on the ornate staff of his office, it as tall as he was, his hidden hand clasped around the sakura-wood shaft, representing both the Yang of life and the Yin of death. “It seems you have been busy indeed. Yes, so you have.” His eyes shimmered with aether, and Yukiko shivered as though she was being seen through. It is like Akio-san or Shaeula, though… not so intense.

Grandmaster Daimon then turned to Tsukiko. “And you, we finally meet. I can see it clearly. You are forged of Yin and Yang, a blend of life and death. Fascinating. I would dearly love to talk more with you, but… time is precious. And we will have liberty later, depending on… results.”

“Yin-Yang Grandmaster…” Yukiko began, only for the old man to wink playfully.

“My title is a mouthful, and if anyone has earned the right to my respect, it is you, she who wields Amaterasu’s flames. Besides, we of the Onmyōji Bureau serve your family and Japan. I’ve told you before, call me Uncle Daimon.”

Fine. “Uncle… I am pleased to see you here. Is there any change?” This is the crux of it. Though Akio-san must bear a great deal of the fault too! What he asked for… Feeling her face heat up, she once more steeled herself.

“No, my fellow Onmyōji are at the Kashiko-dokoro, watching over the Tsukumogami. Naught we try has awoken them. In time, I suspect it will happen naturally, but…”

“Time we don’t have.” Yukiko glanced at Tsukiko, who nodded, putting on her mask of the Diviner again, standing proud.

“Indeed. A year at worst, perhaps four at best, and we will be swept away. If power is to be awakened, it should be soon. And Yukiko must wield it, as the Princess of Heaven. Her Sun shall give warmth to the lands below, and succour to the people who wish for salvation. But… that which would swallow the Sun and shatter Heaven is out there. So her saviour, and mine… must be respected.”

“I see.” Uncle Daimon stroked his beard, glancing at the Emperor. “Your granddaughter is certainly powerful. I have tested her Light of Amaterasu myself. From professional curiosity, you understand.” He chuckled then, the sakura-wood staff once more banging on the floor idly. “But compared to the old legends, Yōkai and creatures not from this world… yes, she is vulnerable. As are we all.” He then bowed to Tsukiko. “I grieved when I heard of your death. Like me, you were a servant of your calling. Your loss was a tragedy.”

“I find it more saddening that you lost a dear friend, perhaps your only true one.” Empress Michiko spoke with graceful, quiet elegance. “We… sheltered you as much as we could, dear Yukiko, you were not cut out for the spotlight. Luckily, Gorohito will shoulder the Imperial weight in time, and should disaster befall him, then Hodahito shall be the next heir. The Imperial Line is patrilineal, after all, even to this day.”

“It’s fine. I have no wish to be Empress anyway.” Yukiko shuddered. “Priestess of Ise is more than enough responsibility for me. Too much, in fact. If it wasn’t for Tsukiko and Akio-san…” She paused realising she might have said the wrong thing.

“I see. Yes.” Her grandfather agreed. “I have no wish to burden you either. But… times are changing. And… depending on what happens here today, we must change with it.”

“The television broadcast is scheduled to go out from the underground studio as soon as matters are decided.” Yukiko’s father explained. “Arisugawa-san has been pulled in, as per the request. She was… quite unhappy, but she is a consummate professional, and has adapted. Our… other guest…” Father trembled, as well he might, and around the hall, everyone seemed tense, especially brother Gorohito. “…has been summoned, with the aid of his subordinate. I believe your Onmyōji are keeping him satisfied?” he asked Uncle Daimon.

“Indeed. It was quite the thrill, seeing that. Honestly, it gives me hope that the Regalia can indeed be awakened. Though either way, our course is set, but… the tides of fate are ever-shifting. Fortunately… there are three.”

“Indeed.” her grandfather agreed, his dark-eyed gaze solemn. “The Imperial Regalia are more than merely treasures of this family and this land, more even than what our oldest records say, that they are living creatures too, Tsukumogami, with their own wills and strengths. They are a symbol… of the Imperial Family, and only we can wield them. I shall not bend on this, even now. But also…” He glanced at Gorohito. “…to have your sister wielding such when you do not… it would displease the Gods, displease him. Fortunately, we no longer have to merely guess, we can ask.”

“There is no need to feel guilty.” Tsukiko whispered in her ear. “Not about this, anyway. I… understand why you have not told him about this, but… we will decide soon. Either way, you wish the Regalia awakened. And should you insist, he will not force the issue of possession. After all, he is your friend, and he likes you. As for ordering about his subordinates… what is his is ours, so my word was enough.” She chuckled softly, and Yukiko was once more struck at how less… solemn, aloof and mysterious… Tsukiko was since her return. It was definitely her, but it was as if she was learning how to be an ordinary woman. As if I would know what that means…

“Grandfather, I may not have been called upon by Amaterasu, but I am worthy!” Gorohito insisted. “As for allowing this Oshiro Akio to claim one of the Regalia, even through these methods… he does not carry the blood of the Gods! It is unacceptable. Other rewards yes, and… I hardly object to the agreement here, it benefits everyone, although… I am disappointed that negotiations with Britain fell short…”

“You will have your chance, certainly.” The Emperor decreed, and Uncle Daimon banged his staff again, before voicing his thoughts.

“If you are worthy, the Regalia spirits will certainly be yours. Perhaps they might not willingly serve Yukiko’s Akio-kun, even should he awaken them.”

He’s not my Akio-kun! How frustrating… Yukiko was pouting, trying not to hear Tsukiko’s soft laughter.

“If they don’t, then… I’ll have to insist that Akio-san…” she paused meaningfully. “…receives proper compensation. I won’t be the one who breaks my word to him. Not when he’s been good to me, good to Tsukiko. Good to Japan, really.”

“It’s pleasing to hear you saying that.” her mother exclaimed. “I feel terrible about this whole matter, but…”

“Don’t mind it.” Yukiko waved a hand. “What will be will be. And… I don’t exactly hate it. He might, though. So we’ll see.”

“I do not need the visions from Tsukuyomi to know what he will do.” Tsukiko promised. “Anyway, are we ready?”

“Shortly.” A large projector screen had been set up on one wall, and it was displaying a richly decorated room, with a modest yet elegant throne positioned in the centre, as yet unoccupied. Seeing that, Yukiko took a deep breath. Well, while it’s far from impossible for me to choose freely, or at least it was like that… I had options. I still do.

After a moment, the door was knocked politely, and the Grand Steward entered, showing in two people Yukiko expected, Akio-san’s mother, who was looking around with eager anticipation, and his father, who was stern, composed yet also rather tense.

“Oh, our honoured guests. Now, take a seat.” her grandfather suggested, and as they did so, he spoke gently, trying not to overawe them. “I am glad you could be here. This matter… we of the Imperial Family do favour the old-fashioned ways. Parents should be involved.”

“It is a great honour, one we are surely unworthy of.” Oshiro Taichi-san stood and bowed deeply, before retaking his seat. Oshiro Emily-san had an entirely different and unexpected reaction though.

“It’s nice to meet you all. Oh, hey Tsukiko-chan, Yukiko-chan!” She waved brightly, before addressing the Emperor. “An honour… honestly, I think it’s an honour that my Aki is prepared to help you out. Luckily, he likes Yukiko-chan!”

As Taichi-san froze, open-mouthed, shocked to silence, Emily-san continued. “I found it hard not to tell Aki about this, but I understand… it all depends on how things go, right? But really, I think you are overthinking things.” Her blue eyes glittered as she turned to Yukiko. “So, honestly, Yukiko-chan. Do you like Aki? Set aside Tsukiko-chan and the others, you’d have to… what do you think of Aki? Woman to woman?”

Yukiko glanced around the hall, full of her family, and swallowed. Tsukiko whispered to her to be brave though, so, after shaking her head, she spoke her honest feelings. “When he first said that he wanted one of the Regalia, I thought… I thought he meant he wanted me. I was taken aback, but… I was a little happy at the time. I mean, compare me to Tsukiko, or any of the others, setting aside my family, my Favour, I can’t compare. When I realised he was just being… foolish… I admit to being angry.”

“That’s not entirely honest.” Tsukiko spoke. “I know my friend’s heart well. She has long dreamed of a relationship where she is Yukiko, not Princess Mikasa. But… she is also a hopeless woman.”

“That’s rude! You’re the hopeless one! So determined to die, then in the end, you gave yourself to Akio-san, just to make his heart ache, so he wouldn’t forget you! You’re a conniving woman!”

“Gave myself? A simple kiss, nothing more.” Tsukiko retorted. “Though soon, on this very Pilgrimage…. Our hearts will beat as one. Why, are you jealous?”

“Nonsense!” Yukiko shouted, and then amused laughter rang out, but not from the hall, but the projector. The throne was now occupied, and an old yet still feisty woman was laughing happily as she watched the commotion. Her curled white hair and light blue eyes gave her the look of a kindly grandmother, which indeed she was, yet her poise and body language made it plain she was one to be obeyed and used to responsibility.

“I… I apologise for the lapse in decorum.” Yukiko flushed scarlet, wishing the ground would open up and swallow her. “To think you saw me acting so shamefully…”

“Think nothing of it. We… no, for this, I suppose I should drop the formality. After all, Akihito, we are both equals are we not? Honestly, your family is far older than mine.” She chuckled softly as grandfather agreed, and the Queen of the United Kingdom, for that was who she was, then fixed her gaze on Yukiko. “As for you, young woman, you remind me of my own granddaughter. When she talks about young Akio, she gets similarly heated. He seems to have quite the way with Princesses. But better a tempestuous feeling than indifference. Nothing is worse than a romance with no spark to it.”

“I… well, yes. Akio-san is a friend. A good friend. Honestly… I don’t have many friends at all. Akio-san is my closest male friend, certainly.” Yukiko admitted. “I… find him good company, and… no, I’m not doing this now!”

As the Queen chuckled, she apologised for suddenly appearing, but she wanted to surprise everyone, pull a modest prank. Turning to Akio-san’s family, she addressed them cheerfully. “Do forgive my informality, Taichi, Emily. But I do feel it appropriate, considering the circumstances. After all, you are one of my subjects, Emily, and your son… he saved my granddaughter, and possibly even Britain as a whole. So to be formal with his family strikes me as rather churlish.”

“Think nothing of it.” Fortunately everyone here spoke decent English. Obviously the Imperial Family had to learn it, for English was the language of diplomacy, and even Yukiko, who wasn’t one for socialising or public speaking, had dabbled, and her stats made it effortless nowadays, what she didn’t know she had mastered in passing.

“It is an honour.” Taichi-san managed, face cramping. “As for my son… I apologise if he was rude or offended you or your granddaughter…”

“Oh my yes, my dear Eleanor was utterly offended. But don’t you worry, I certainly chastised her for her rudeness. I met many of his fiancées, you know. All quite delightful women.” She winked at the veiled Tsukiko then. “I believe you are one, no? The woman who returned from the dead, yes?”

“One of them.” Tsukiko agreed, bowing solemnly. “Do forgive my veiled face, I know that before royalty it is extremely rude, but…”

“Yes, I have the reports. Don’t mind it. Besides, I daresay I’ll get to see your face soon. I expect you will be attending his Honours Ceremony? Seeing your fiancé become a Knight is something few can boast. Besides… it’s why we are here, yes?”

“Indeed, Elizabeth.” Grandfather was informal too. The two of them were close as both Monarchs and friends, and grandfather had been awarded the Most Noble Order Of The Garter as a Stranger Knight. It’s strange, that Akio-san will be likewise honoured.

“Though I apologise for the uncertainties on how we will proceed. The call from the President of the United States has thrown matters off course, and… whether the Regalia can be awoken and who they choose will change the script. However, one thing is certain, we wish closer ties, and…” He turned to stare at Yukiko. “…Yukiko, granddaughter, I wish for your happiness, but we also have responsibilities. But I am not so heartless as to sacrifice your future, no more than we already are, by making you bear the burden of Amaterasu.”

What do I really want? Honestly, it’s… not so bad. When I first received my blessing from Amaterasu I was terrified. Tsukiko was there to console me, but… she saw my tragic death, and her own end too. But she also saw hope. “Tsukiko… do you think Akio is the one…” Tsukiko, Emily and her parents noticed her sudden lack of honorific. “…the one who you thought would save us Princesses, save the world?”

Tsukiko carefully shifted her veil, her ruby eyes peering into Yukiko’s brown ones. “Honestly… I think maybe he is. Perhaps I railed against him because I had no hope. But… I do not care if he is. Because he is the one I want. I want it for me, and for you, Yukiko. Your Prince may be waiting to swoop in and save you, but he may also never come, choked by the skeins of destiny. Even if he comes… honestly, I do not care. It is Akio in my heart now, and… he looms large in yours too, I know. Eri is right. It is not Destiny, or Definite. No… I instead think it Inevitability. Six Princesses, and already two love him, and he has saved a third.”

The Queen smiled knowingly at that but kept her silence as Tsukiko continued. “And he will save you too, I have no doubt. After all, you are his friend. And he would also not wish for me to cry. And cry I would, were you to perish, my dear friend.” Tsukiko’s words were heartfelt and clear, and Yukiko felt her eyes misting up.

Honestly, I don’t know him that well, but… every moment I have shared is seared within my mind. Conclave, Tsukiko’s funeral, witnessing his heroic deeds… even the quiet drinks we reminisced over, the easy conversation. With him, I felt… comfortable. I felt like myself, Yukiko.

Before, finding a partner who would truly look at her, it was a near impossible task. Now, with the weight of Amaterasu on top of her, the chances were so pathetic as to be laughable. Could any ordinary man understand her burdens? She wasn’t seeking sympathy, but… support, understanding. And he understands me, and doesn’t sympathise, but offers me a helping hand and aid when I need it, when I want it.

As the room was silent, all eyes on her, she gathered her thoughts. “There are… less than ideal points. I don’t even care that there are others. At first perhaps I did, but… familiarity makes most things seem acceptable. It’s just… sharing with my best friend…”

“I welcome it.” Tsukiko promised. “I see the joy Motoko and Natsumi have obtained and wish that for us too. Besides… Inevitability.” Her gaze turned to the screen where the Queen was watching, and her smile was knowing. “Do you not agree, Your Majesty, Queen Elizabeth?”

“It seems so. Honestly, I liked the lad from my first meeting. And while it wasn’t a terrible plan to engage Yukiko to one of my grandsons… well, Melissa threatened to cut Henry’s manhood off and throw it in the fire, and Richard… no, that wouldn’t work.” She shook her head sadly. “Britain certainly isn’t ready for Richard to get a second wife, I’d have to copy Henry the Eighth and make a new Church. I do have some unmarried great-grandsons and great-nephews, but… just as it’s impractical for my granddaughter Eleanor… it simply won’t work. No, only one solution offers the maximum benefits for all. If we do this…”

“Oh my God, it’s happening, it’s happening!” Emily-san was starting to squeak, high pitched and excited, her husband trying desperately to calm her. Seeing that, a faint smile appeared, Yukiko’s lips twitching. Soon she was giggling softly, before it became a full-throated laugh, and then she bent over, unable to contain the gales of laughter bursting from her.

When she finally got her laughter under control, she wiped her damp eyes, shaking her head. “Fine. Honestly, I don’t hate it. In fact…” She bit her lip, actually a little ashamed to admit it. “I’m not bound by my old ways of thinking. Just like the sun illuminates all, Akio casts his rays on many. I… think you are right, Tsukiko. To me, he’s the one. Perhaps I’ll be the light he carries in his hand? But…” She glanced over at her brother, slightly troubled. “…I think… if he really is destined to be my husband, then one of the Regalia should answer to him.”

“So, is that your final decision?” grandfather asked, and Yukiko nodded slowly.

“Yes. If Akio can indeed wake the Regalia, and one serves him, it will show he was meant to be a part of the Imperial Family. And I shall marry him. After all… he overturned great-grandfather’s regrets, didn’t he? And that was just because I am his friend.” She smiled then, suddenly feeling rather excited.

I… was running scared of this, scared of my feelings. I grieved so much when Tsukiko died, but he promised me I’d see her again, and I did. When he said he’d protect me from the golden-eyed creature that seeks to harm me, my fear… it went away. He makes me feel safe. Sure, there are many others I have to share his warmth with but… I can live with that. Because Tsukiko is right. There’s the two of us. We can work together to make him fall hard for us!

“Imagine how much love he’ll lavish on me if we’re a couple?” Yukiko smiled radiantly. “Now my mind is made up… I’m finding I don’t know why I was worrying so. But…” She suddenly frowned. “I have my pride. I know that politics are involved, but… he’s disdainful of those arrangements now. I… want the opportunity to win him over myself. Not through pity, but… because I’ve long felt myself inferior, undesirable.” She shook her head, long braid bouncing. “So, allow me to make the first move.”

“You seem confident the Regalia will awaken, and he will be chosen?” her mother asked, and Yukiko snorted.

“I’m endlessly confident in him. You are too, yes Tsukiko?”

“Indeed. The Regalia will answer him, and you too, Yukiko.” she declared, her crimson eyes showing unwavering conviction. “And I believe your love will be answered. After all… I know him well. Not as well as I yet wish, but… soon.” She touched her lips, and Yukiko flushed, before turning to Emily-san and Taichi-san.

“Please look favourably on me. I may be a gloomy, troublesome girl, with many responsibilities, but…”

Emily gave her a thumbs-up, eyes sparkling. “Don’t worry about it, Yukiko-chan! You’re great, and my Aki will certainly love you, I’m sure! He’s got an endless ocean of love inside him! If he’s dumb enough to scorn you, then you let your mother-in-law Emily set him straight!”

“I see. You’re upstaging me here, Akihito. But alas, it can’t be helped. The timing isn’t favourable. So, our agreement still stands?” the Queen asked.

“Of course.” Yukiko’s grandfather agreed. “I would never break faith with you, Elizabeth. Now more than ever. But the exact details depend on what happens next.”

“I see. Well, I shall be here, watching with great interest. As shall…” She glanced over on the screen, and Yukiko held in a snort of laughter, as she saw a faint flash of blue at the corner of the display. So she’s there? I’m mortified, but… it’s for the best.

Moments later the door was knocked once again, and Yukiko suddenly felt short of breath, her heart clenching. Tsukiko grasped her hands again, and as the door opened, Yukiko found herself inspecting Akio rather more closely, his grey eyes seeming almost to shine, his handsome face, his… oh damn it all. Now I’ve finally decided, everything about him seems different somehow. This… is awful! I must be redder than my hakama! I think… I am going to die of shame…

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