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Posted: Mar 8 2018, 12:57 PM
Member No.: 81
Joined: 29-June 16
((Here Comes The Rain))
It had a sort of foreign feeling to it, because it wasn't home, exactly. What she walked in on was a place in the noble district that had been given to her. It wasn't huge, but modestly big, as its current population of those meant to dwell there were two siblings, and one cat There were also attendants, because they were retainers and members of the Maeda Clan, essentially. Makoto came walking in, wearing a tracksuit from her day of exercise and training. It had been a long day, in more ways than one.
Entering the house with her key, she came to the entry hall and the tapestry. It was just an artist's interpretation of those of the Maeda Clan during the days of Oda Nobunaga. The decor of this house tended to be somewhat chosen by the attendants to honors those in which they worked for, or represented. The Maeda Clan proper signed off on it, just as they had when Makoto wished to pay Bu for personal training. She headed on towards the kitchen, Relic still resting on her shoulder as she listened for...
...a talkative tabby. There was a cat in the kitchen, a grey tabby with a compact body, milling about and demanding food from the lady preparing the evening meal. Makoto chuckled at this, which of course alerted the attendant to her presence. A bit startled, but fortunately no harm done...despite the fact she'd been using a knife. She was surprised to see the young Scion, since...well...she wasn't often at home. A bow naturally followed.
"Good evening, ma'am. I didn't see you there. I was just getting started preparing dinner for young Kenji. Will you also...?"
Makoto had been more focused with amusement at the cat currently trying to hike up the woman's leg than the question.
"Let her be, already, cat."
The cat finally acknowledged that there was a familiar person in the room, by voice, and went over to bunt her in the shins. Leaving her weapon leaning against the wall, Makoto crouched down to take hold of the cat, petting him.
"How's my Shorty, hmm?"
She looked up at the woman and straightened up, nodding.
"I'm here tonight. I'll let Kenji know. Then, I'm taking a shower."
"Very good, ma'am."
Letting the cat go his merry way - He was going to hassle the woman 'till he got fed, of course - Makoto headed on upstairs. Kenji Shiyo was just a young boy of dark hair and glasses, not often in casual play-clothes because he just didn't that often. He might've had more friends than Makoto did right now, though. Maybe it was time that that changed... Frankly, he'd been pushing him to try and do just that - relax and just hang out with people - for a while now. Makoto felt a bit guilty because...well...he was saying these things because he'd been scared and worried about her. She found him finishing up some work and letting out a sigh of relief as he threw himself on his back.
His eyes had been closed, but now they were shot open as he flipped over suddenly, looking up at her. The surprise on his face was so palpable - she hadn't bothered with small talk in a while, hadn't felt up to it - that he almost forget that he'd been asked a question.
"You have no idea. They've been pushing me to work two grade levels above my own!"
"That's because they know you can do it. You remember that friend of mine, the one who hated study, but crammed himself so full all of a sudden that he tested right out of his grade, right?"
"That Roshi guy, right?"
"Yeah, him. If you're smart enough, you can push yourself further than the standard, no question."
"I know. I just think they're going too fast, even for me."
"Well, we'll be eating soon-ish, so rest your weary brain."
His expressiion lightened up.
"Mmm-hmmm. Felt like being here, tonight. I think I hit upon something."
"Yeah, you don't seem angry, like always. Did something good happen?"
"Something good, something shocking. A friend of mine opened my eyes."
"Will you be alright, then?"
"Yeah, I think so. I'm gonna take a shower. You let me know when dinner's ready, alright?"
She ruffled his hair, then got her things. She had a room of her own and a supply of clothes here, as well as in her dorm. She could've gotten cleaned up back at the dorms, but Makoto felt she needed to be in aboout as familiar and homely surroundings as she could get for this. She needed to relax...and let go. Getting into the shower, she put it on a comfortable temperature and then just let it wash over her. You know how it is. You step into the shower and you lose all sense of time or thought, as you just take in the warmth.
So much trouble in her life, so many worries... So much pain, and so many things out of her control... Well, no more. She was doing this symbolically, basically. Relaxing and letting the harm wash out. The scars of her body remained, but they were just scars. She'd get over them, somehow. But this was exactly what she needed. Even though this wasn't her original home, it felt like it, like a place to welcome inside of her, to lean on whenever she was feeling that isolation.
Bu - Buru Rakuyama, that is - had been helping her train. She was a fighter by nature, an ex-ganger. Makoto felt she was definitely a good person, no matter how much a tough she made herself out to be, maybe better than she knows. It was her pushing and prodding that made Makoto realize where all her stresses came from. It wasn't the world that upended everything on her. It was her parents. They had done this to her, though it wasn't about anything direct or malicious. In their actions, they had taken choice away from her, taken an important part of her life and shaped it without her say-so. Some people always had that, but they had vyed for it, when they did not have to. Makoto had no problem being with the Maeda Clan. What she discovered, thanks to Bu, was that she just hated being forced into things without a choice. Her grievance with the earthquake and the war were just symptoms of the same problem.
I'm letting you go now. You're just scars, not gaping wounds. I'm gonna start living how I want.
She was still going to be in the clan, but she was taking the spirit of Toshiie and make him walk according to her movements, not be beholden unto him in his wake. All in all, she felt alot better now, which is a good thing, since there was a knock on the bathroom door soon.
"Makoto, you left your Relic in the kitchen!"
Oops. Uhh, sorry, Toshiie! Makoto let out a laugh and asked it to be moved to the dining room. Once out of the shower, she changed into a robe with the Maeda Clan's seal on the back. She felt like she could just live like a normal person now, rather than a warrior caught in debt.
Thanks, Bu. You don't know how much I needed that.
And with that, she was off to dine with her little brother.