The White and Black Wolf

by kuroipit

Summary:

Being a target had always haunted the poor child. Even now as an adult, Shiro is drawn to hiding his gender along with their identity from the world. To keep his family safe and not be sold because he is actually a she. Being the quiet soul that Shiro is, he encounters the strange troubles occurring through the city. However, is there a danger that may be beyond his understanding? [Rewriting this currently]

Chapter 1: White Lily

“Wouldn't it be fun to sell her?”

“A young gal with those looks can make some money. Not a lot, but someone will take her.”

“Heh, with those eyes...She would sell. Keep her for display.”

“If only we can make use of the idea.”

“Trap her. Lock her in a cage.”

No.

I can’t be that.

No, not ever. I won’t be that!

A knock came on the desk, startling Shiro out of his daydream. A young man sits at the front desk in the lobby of a brothel. Shiro is spacing out as tonight is a slow night. Guests are entertained by the women. He remains at the front, avoiding any action. "Are you falling asleep again? Shiro-kun, my dear. You've been busy this week." A woman's voice interrupts Shiro's blank stare. His curly dark chocolate hair peeks out from beneath his deep red bandana as he shakes his head. Turning to her, he watches her closely. "Mika" or Mikatsu is in her late twenties. Her curvaceous figure and long burgundy hair make her appear tall and appealing. Often she wears colorful kimonos.

Shiro wore a dark burgundy kimono with brown hakama pants. “Thinking about those men again? Don’t worry Shiro-kun. I’ll make sure you’ll be safe,” She says softly. Shiro sees the genuine smile Mika gives him. Only she knew of his real identity. “Thanks. I’ll try to stay calm,” He says as his attention turns to the full moon which is on display in the sky. The clouds are dim and no stars could be seen. The moment was peaceful until a familiar face entered the building. Shiro’s blank expression changes to disgust as he recognizes Yoshitora. The Tokugawa man has a smirk on his face as he stands in front of him. Ever since Yoshitora caught Shiro dressed as a woman, he jokes with him enjoying the young man’s discomfort. Shiro was too convincing as Yoshitora willingly wanted to take him out on a date. That experience almost traumatized Shiro as Mika took too long to stop Yoshitora. The women from the brothel were amused and at the same time jealous. “Shiro-kun! You’re here tonight!” Yoshitora greets him. Shiro grumbles in response, but the excitement of women drown out his voice. Before Shiro properly responds, a group of women gathers around him. Each woman wants to receive some form of attention. 

“Tokugawa-san!”

“Yoshitora-kun!”

“We’re so happy you came to visit.”

“Please stay for a while. We missed you.”

The women hovered around him. Mika laughs and Shiro rolls his eyes. As he doesn’t dislike Yoshitora, he doesn’t care for his playboy antics. It wasn’t even flirting. Yoshitora and the women of this brothel teased Shiro about his feminine appearance. And dressing like a woman made it worse. None of the women gave Yoshitora breathing room. Even the customers became curious about the commotion. “Shiro-kun, I need a favor,” Yoshitora says as he politely excuses himself away from the women. Shiro sighs and leans back on his knees. “If it involves hiding you then count me out. If it involves me playing “dress-up” then go away. If it involves-” Shiro begins to list the various scenarios using his fingers. Yoshitora sits down in front of the desk. In reality, he stood a few inches taller and has more muscle. Shiro, in comparison, looks like a teenage boy. “Just for tonight!” Yoshitora pleas as he clasps his hands together. He begs for his friend to help.

“I’m...Dammit, drop the -kun! I am older than you! Mika, do something please. If I have Hanzo after me then I’m screwed,” Shiro says as he turns to Mika who is currently enjoying the moment. The older woman laughs as she sees the relationship between the two. The red-headed woman shrugs her shoulders. “Ara~ Yoshi-kun. You can play, but for a fee. Do your business then head to the back,” Mika says. Yoshitora smiles and hands Shiro the money. He had given him a bag of coins, and the pouch isn’t small. Yoshitora stands up and waves to Shiro before he heads to a room in the back of the hall. A few of the excited women follow him. The rest if them head back to their respective rooms.

“Maybe you should let Yoshi-kun show you around the city,” Mika says as she hears the last door shut. She stands by the doorway, watching the people walk outside. The city is filled with lights, business, and entertainment. This brothel was only open in the evenings; however, it became a popular spot for casual entertainment. The women are beauties and the service is up to par. Despite disguising herself as a man, Shiro had gotten attention from a few regulars. Even a few of the girls took a liking to him which made Shiro wonder how long he would keep this job.

“Huh, you make it sound like a date. I’m good.” Shiro politely refuses. Mika giggles and she looks over her shoulder to see Shiro cringe at the thought. “All you have to do is play “dress-up” Shiro.” Mika teases. Shiro slams his hand on the table. “Can I go home?” He groans. 

“Your shift ends in a few hours.”

“Dammit…”

---

Mika had let Shiro off his shift around one in the morning. Shiro walked outside of the red light district. He carries his pouch of money inside his kimono. Most of the shops are closed and families are resting inside their homes. Loners and wanderers are spotted within the darkness. Shiro ignored the strangers as he took his regular stroll home. This part of the city is quiet. There was nothing new or different except for the stains of blood found in the dirt. Something felt off. The sight and stench of fresh blood filled his senses. 

Everything began to turn red for Shiro as he sees a blade get pulled out of a corpse. Shiro quickly shakes his head and turns around to find another way home. It takes a step for Shiro to have a blade aimed at his throat. His eyes focused on the metal moves to the person yielding it. The white hair caught Shiro’s attention. The armor and matching black mask with gold trim do the same. 

“Say a word and your life may perish.”

Shiro blinks and pinches his nose. “You’re the culprit and you reek of blood. That person is probably a ronin. I’m going home,” he said, not impressed or amused by the threat. He is honestly tired. The man narrows his eyes. He withdraws his nagamaki carefully, “You’re not one of them.” “I’m not one of anything. I suggest disappearing before the city’s guard dogs find you.” Shiro says as he lets out a yawn. For a moment, he hears footsteps. “Shit! I said too much. God, I just-” Shiro complains until the man grabs him by the arm. Instantly, he finds himself in the air for a brief moment. Shiro notices that he’s now on the roof of a building. The young man kneels low to hide from a few patrolmen. Shiro keeps quiet as they watch the men discover the body.

“Okay, birdman. I’m not a ninja. I’m not going to question your motives. But you're bringing me home. I’m not traveling by the rooftop.” Shiro whispers. He is now annoyed in addition to being exhausted. The white-haired man looked at him, ignoring the hostility. 

“You’re a woman, aren’t you?”

Shiro falls silent. He doesn’t answer. “...No. Keep it at that. Just take me home then leave. I need to get ready for work in the morning.” He sighs. The man doesn’t ask any more questions and the two disappear into the night. 

 

Chapter 2: Blue Violet

“Another murder?”

“What the heck, another one this week?”

“That one stole from Murata-san’s farm. The old man got his money back.”

“So this killer is a savior?”

“No way! A killer is still a killer.”

The topic of another dead body being sighted in the city filled the conversations this morning. Shiro had fallen asleep after he was dropped off in front of his house. The masked man hadn't been spotted since he vanished. Today has been a slow morning as the rain takes over. Shiro had been serving as a server in a small tea house. This job has been busy as the tea house opens early in the morning.

“So what do you think will happen?”

“I don’t know. But the patrol will be busier.”

“I bet the killer is a scary man.” 

Shiro ignores the gossip and continues to work. Just when he was getting ready to take a break, Shiro saw the white hair from earlier this morning. The young man notices Shiro and he takes a seat at a booth by the window. Shiro knew this was the same person who aimed a blade at his throat. The same person who brought him home. “Ah, Shiro-san. You can take your break now. I will cover you,” One server said. Shiro nods and he takes a seat next to the young man. “Thanks. For earlier…” Shiro says as he is given a cup of hot tea.

The young man is handed a cup of hot tea as well. “You're welcome. Is this where you work during the day?” The young man questions. Shiro carefully picks up the teacup. “So, this is how you reply? And yes, I’m just working to survive.” He answers. The young man pauses for a moment. It is different for Shiro to see this man without his mask. His dark irises and white hair stood out. “Ah, sorry. My name is Kurama Yashamaru.” Yashamaru introduces himself. “Shiro. . I don’t have a real name.” He responds and takes a sip out of the cup. 

“But you are a woman,” Yashamaru says, low enough for only Shiro to hear. And Shiro almost chokes on his drink. “Keep that a secret and your crimes will remain unnoticed.” Shiro says softly, “Although, how did you know?” Yashamaru looks down at his cup. “Your scent. As odd as it is to say, the outfit is convincing. But your scent is unique,” Yashamaru explains. Shiro gives a deadpan expression. He didn’t know whether Yashamaru was serious or not. He doesn't question him. “You aren’t human then,” Shiro jokes as Yashamaru looks at him. 

The two pause from speaking until Shiro drinks his tea. “I’m sorry. My humor sucks. Anyway, what brings you here?” He asks. “I wanted to give you this,” Yashamaru pulls a small pouch out of his robe and places it on the table. “Oh, uh, I didn’t notice I had dropped it. Thanks…” Shiro says and takes his pouch. He hadn’t realized it fell onto the ground. “I guess I can tell you about myself since you already know my secret...I ran away from home to avoid being kidnapped into the trade. The bastards wanted me as property because of my looks. So I decided to go into hiding. Until recently, I spotted one of them watching me. I’m concerned for my coworkers…” Shiro explains as he stares out the window. 

“How many are there?” Yashamaru questions. “Huh, I only saw two men. Who knows...I have a feeling there are more.” Shiro answers. “Then I’ll deal with them. I rather not see someone be sold.” Yashamaru says calmly. Shiro places the empty cup on the table. He sighs and watches the people outside. Couples, families with children, groups of friends walk together. “Must be nice to do something necessary. I’ve never had a luxury of freedom.” He says. Yashamaru turns his attention outside the window. The rain pours heavily as the sky remains gray. “Even if it means committing crimes?” Yashamaru said. 

“I...I’m not sure. Since you are hanging around longer, you can stay at my home. It’s decent and you can at least stay warm,” Shiro suggests. “...I will take you up on that offer,” Yashamaru said. Shiro pushes himself away from the table and stretches his arms. Yashamaru notices the bandages wrapped around both of Shiro’s arms. He doesn’t bother her about why she wears them. “I should at least give you a tour of the city. At least, common areas. If you need to locate me for anything.” Shiro says with a yawn. “I never have visitors anyway.”

“Oi, Shiro-kun! You can take the rest of the day off.” An older woman says with a smile. The short elderly woman approaches them, her long gray hair kept in a low bun. She wears a deep lavender kimono with peonies displayed in contrast to the color. Shiro turns around and frowns. “Are you sure, Lady Heisei?” The woman nods. She glances at Yashamaru who had been quiet the majority of the time. “It seems that you made a new friend and he’s a new face. Go show him what this city has to offer. I will make sure Tokugawa-kun doesn’t find you,” The elderly woman giggles at the last sentence. Every time Yoshitora showed up, he would ask for Shiro. Or worse, the women would flock to him interrupting Shiro’s work.

“Thank you. He’s a decent man, but he acts like I’m a kid-brother and I’m older than him!” Shiro complains. “He cares, just ignore it. Now go on. I’ll see you on Thursday.” The woman says. “Okay then. Er, let me get my umbrella…” Shiro says as he hurries to the back of the building and grabs his umbrella. “This will be awkward.” Shiro thought and he headed back to meet with Yashamaru. Yashamaru had just paid the elderly woman as Shiro approached him.

“Can’t be soaked right?”

Yashamaru silently nods as Shiro opens the umbrella. The two leave the tea house and walk into the city. Shiro notices the difference in height between them as he carries the umbrella. The edges of Yashamaru’s ponytail catch the rain. The gray clouds became dark as the rain poured harder. The dirt streets become muddy and the clouds of people slowly disperse. “Here,” Shiro hands Yashamaru the umbrella. He blinks in confusion. “You’re...Taller. And it’s easier for you to stay dry.” Shiro almost murmurs in awkwardness. 

“Oh, thank you,” Yashamaru says as he takes the umbrella from the woman’s hand. The two paused for a moment then continue to walk. “How long have you been working here?” He questions. “For a few years. As for my second job, I just work at the front desk. Although, I convinced everyone that I am a man.” Shiro chuckles sadly. “You do it to protect yourself. It can’t be helped.” Yashamaru said. “What can’t be helped is your white hair. It’s different. Pretty, but damn different.” Shiro said as she caught a few raindrops in the palm of her hand. “I suppose I can take that as a compliment,” Yashamaru says. It doesn’t take long to walk into the city. 

Shiro pointed out the various districts and her places of work. As Shiro explains the streets and alleys, a pair of arms reach out to grab her from behind. Nothing came to her surprise until Shiro unveils a dagger from her kimono and aims the blade towards the stranger’s throat. Yashamaru had the umbrella closed and aimed at the stranger’s neck.

“No touching,” Shiro says before she turns to see who tried to grab her. Her face instantly displays annoyance. “Damn you, Tokugawa. Any stranger would at least be injured or dead. You know I hate being touched,” Shiro says and withdraws her dagger. “Hey, I was looking for you. I wanted to make sure you were all right.” Yoshitora said as his hands were raised defensively. Yashamaru lowers the umbrella and opens it above his head. Shiro sighs and shrugs her shoulders, “I arrived home just in time last night. I heard about some ronin or bandits attacked last night from the gossip in the tea house.” Shiro hides her dagger inside her kimono robes. Yoshitora has a serious expression on his face. 

He glances at Yashamaru. “He’s new.” Yoshitora comments. Shiro rolls her eyes, “He’s a friend and he’s passing through. I’m just showing him the sites.” With a smirk, Yoshitora slaps a hand on Shiro’s shoulder. He leans in close, “Why now bring him to the brothel? He can meet the pretty women and all of them enjoy your company.” Shiro’s eyes grow wide and she clenches a fist. Yashamaru stands in silence. He notices the interaction between the two. While the women easily give Yoshitora the cold shoulder, Shiro is tolerant of his presence. “The hell is wrong with you? Not every man wants to bother with a woman. You’re a playboy.” Shiro calmly snaps. 

Yoshitora wraps an arm around her shoulder. He grins and tugs at her cheek. “But the women enjoy your company despite being the help. You can pick out a few cute girls to suit this man’s taste.” Yoshitora says as he laughs. Yashamaru clearly sees the irritation Shiro displays and he clears his throat.

Yoshitora and Shiro stop their usual banter to pay attention. If Shiro could give a clue, she can tell Yashamaru isn’t one to care for Yoshitora or be too social in specific environments. And a popular brothel isn’t his place of business. “If you can excuse us, Shiro and I are occupied. He’s busy,” Yashamaru said, keeping his dislike for the man at ease. Shiro slips out of Yoshitora’s grasp and folds her hands behind her head. “Back to the earlier subject, rumors have it that there are some dangerous men at night. Corpses were found early this morning. I made it home safe. Usually, the area is busy, but I felt like each night compared to the last will get worse. I sense an unfamiliar problem.” Shiro explains in a low tone. 

Yoshitora nods as he listens to her. “With your intuition, I’m concerned your hunches are spot-on.” He sighs. He notices the slight worry Shiro has on her face. “If need be, I can ask Hanzo to escort you home after work.” He suggests. Shiro scoffs and shakes her head, “And have Hanzo dragging our ass home. I’m good.” “Ah, hell you’re not wrong.” Yoshitora nervously chuckles at the thought. All Shiro could do is give her so-called friend a deadpan expression.

“Don’t think too hard.”

Chapter 3: Red Carnation

“Oh, he’s popular with the ladies. Though, Shiro makes a cute woman as well. But he prefers to work at the front desk and handle the money. Aside from keeping the trouble away.” Mika explains to Yashamaru as he had waited for Shiro to close up the rooms. The women had already gone home early due to the increase in crimes recently. Shiro had been asked to count the day’s budget and profit. Only Mika and her were left inside the building. Another corpse had been discovered. Shiro sat at the desk. She finished writing in an account book. “The antics caused should not be openly discussed. Especially my crossdressing.” Shiro said as she handed the book to Mika. “Oi Shiro-kun, don’t be like that. Yoshi-kun enjoyed it,” Mika giggles.

Shiro rolls her eyes as she stomps out of the building. Yashamaru politely bows and follows her. “Damn...She trusts you enough to chatter about my dread. Ugh, I just want to sleep.” Shiro complains as she and Yashamaru head to her house. Keeping his thief persona low, Yashamaru decided to escort the woman home instead of running into her if he kills someone. She had agreed to keep his identity a secret. The two notice the streets being less crowded. Although, there are more suspicious men around. A few were eying Shiro in particular.

“We’ll head out quickly,” Yashamaru kept himself close to her. Shiro nods, feeling the dagger hidden against her breasts. The two managed to reach the outskirts of the city only to be stalked by a couple of ronin. The pair of men follow them into an alleyway. “Such a shame. Young men shouldn't be wandering the streets,” one scrawny older man spoke. He had shoulder-length messy black hair and a mustache. He wore a brown yukata. “Especially those who have a girly face,” the second man adds. Shiro and Yashamaru stop walking. 

“So I have a pretty face. You must be drunk to imply I’m a woman.” Shiro comments as she and Yashamaru turn around to face the men. “Or he has a taste for feminine-faced men,” Yashamaru adds. The skinny man scoffs and pulls his katana from his sheath. “Jeez, I just want to go home,” Shiro sighs as Yashamaru steps in front of her. “Get going. It’ll take a couple of minutes, Yashamaru says. Shiro takes a few steps back. She was not going to leave him alone, unsure of the outcome. "Heh, no choice but to have fun with this thing while the women are gone.” The man charges towards Yashamaru. His blade was ready in his hands. 

The second man follows him. Yashamaru is not afraid as the two men are willing to draw their blades. The atmosphere becomes deadly as Yashamaru doesn’t have his nagamaki in hand. He still didn’t show fear as the men attacked him. Before Yashamaru could do something, a few shuriken land on the ground. The men pause in their tracks noticing the blades of the shuriken sticking in the soil. Shiro narrows her eyes to get a better look at the weapon. Not a word is exchanged and a shadowed figure appears before everyone. “H-Hanzo? What are you doing here?” Shiro says as the mysterious person reveals himself.

Hanzo stands up, he holds more shurikens in between his fingers. The older man is indeed the real thing. He told me to watch out for you. Seems like your friend isn't afraid to protect you. Despite a lack of weapon. Leave now,” Hanzo says. Yashamaru doesn’t speak and Shiro senses his dislike for the man. She takes hold of his hand without question and pulls him away. Not turning back, she can hear the screams of agony coming from the two men. The road to Shiro’s home was a long silent one. As they followed the forest trail, they encountered a young boy who took shelter under a tree.

It had continued to pour hard and the child had been sleeping soundly. His long reddish close to auburn hair is somewhat drenched from the rain. Shiro quietly walks over to the boy and kneels. She looks at his clothes and face. “He’s a boy,” She says softly. “He’s dangerous. Something isn’t human,” Yashamaru says as he is cautious. Shiro looks over her shoulder, “In this child? I mean, I believe you yet I can’t leave him outside in this weather. This rain sucks.” Yashamaru steps beside her. Shiro turns attention back to the boy. She reaches out to touch his shoulder and gently shakes him. The boy groans in response to the woman disturbing his slumber. He opens his eyes to see Shiro and Yashamaru watching him.

The boy yawns and blinks until his vision is clear. “It's cold and wet out here. Not trying to do anything dangerous, but I don't wish to see a kid out here get sick.” Shiro says. The boy stares at her. He wasn’t sure if he could trust her. The boy quietly stands up and grabs his umbrella. He looks at Yashamaru, “Who is he?” “He’s a friend. Kurama is staying with me.” Shiro answers. “Kurama… The boy repeats. He looks back at Shiro. “Alright...I’ll come with you. My name is Hisame Shizumaru.” Shizumaru introduces himself. Shiro has a smile and nods, “People call me “Shiro”. Now let’s get out of this crud.”

The walk wasn’t too far from her home and everyone made it inside. Shiro immediately starts a small fire to heat the area. Yashamaru heads to his “room” while Shiro brings Shizumaru to an extra room. She brings a futon out and in addition a couple of blankets. “It’s not special, but it’ll keep you warm,” She said before she left him alone. Shiro heads to the kitchen next. She checks the fire before she looks out the window. Even though it was late at night, she wasn’t quite tired. The rain still pours hard. The woman could only watch the water pour continuously as Yashamaru enters the room.

He notices Shiro staring into space. He quietly approaches her. “Hey,” Yashamaru calls out to her, “You can sense spirits...Also, demons.” “To a degree. I’m just more aware of my surroundings. The boy will be safe here. Just like you. Now tell me, what exactly are you?” Shiro answers as she looks back at him. “...” Yashamaru doesn’t answer. “You saved me twice. Yet, you aren’t a fan of Yoshitora or Hanzo.” She says. Yashamaru gives a warning glare. He couldn’t tell her the reason behind his hatred. 

He takes a step back and slowly his hair turns black. The snow-white hue disappears in an enigma of black. The man’s irises and sclera change as well. The gray irises now have a yellow glow. “You’re a demon. A demon. Well damn…” Shiro replies as she doesn't move away. Yashamaru growls, he takes a step forward blocking Shiro from making any attempts in escaping. “It’s my tengu blood.” Yashamaru rasps. “Tengu…? Crow? You’re a tengu youkai. No wonder you could move fast with the wind. I can sense the bloodlust and it doesn’t phase me. Rather, I’m curious…” Shiro says as she observes Yashamaru’s physical appearance.

“No wonder you can tell I’m a damn woman. You can smell me!” 

“I’m not a dog and your scent is unique. You stand out compared to the locals,” Yashamaru sighs in irritation. He watches his hair being lightly tugged. Shiro has a moment of amusement and tugs a bit harder. In reaction, Yashamaru almost snarls and he grabs her wrist. “It’s my real hair. Stop playing and head to bed.” He says as his appearance returns to normal. “You do the same. It’s a mess out there and we already got mud on the floor.” Shiro retorts. She points to the tracks left on the wooden floor. 

---

The next morning leaves Shiro feeling more energetic. Yashamaru and Shizumaru slept in while she got up to cook some breakfast. It doesn’t take long for her to make enough food and clean up after. The woman had just finished bathing and changing into some fresh clean clothes. 

“Shiro, do you need-”

Yashamaru pauses as he had walked in on Shiro wrapping cloth bandages around her chest. The bandages cover her permanent scars and the top of her breasts. “This can’t get any worse,” The woman mutters as she finishes wrapping her chest. Her cheeks are heated out of awkward embarrassment and turn around to finish tying her robe shut. 

“What do I need?” Shiro questions as she keeps a calm composure. If she had shouted or made a scene, Shizumaru would run to her. Yashamaru turns around. “Do you need to buy food? I noticed you are low on supplies. We can head to the city,” he spoke, not paying attention to the tension in the air. “Sure. That would be great and this will be another secret,” Shiro sighs. She turns to face him while fiddling with the robe. 

“Ah, Shiro-san, thank you for the food. It was delicious. O-oh! Um, I didn’t mean to look!” Shizumaru says as he walks into the room. His eyes stare at the bandages peeking out before Shiro closes the robe completely. She groans in annoyance. The boy nervously turns around and covers his face with his hands. He notices Yashamaru having his back turned. “Well, now you know I’m a woman so stop panicking. I do this to keep the perverts from selling me,” Shiro explains as she grabs her bandana off the table. 

Her curly hair puffed out and she wrapped the bandana around her head. The dark curls peeking out from the front and back of the silk embroidered cloth. “People...Are after you?” Shizumaru questions. “Yes. Because I didn't take their offer. Anyway, how did you sleep? And you can turn around, you know,” She says calmly. Yashamaru and Shizumaru turn around to face her. “Keep my gender a secret.” She orders. Yashamaru and Shizumaru nod. The woman exits her bedroom, leaving the two males alone.

“Is she mad?” Shizumaru asks.

“No. You didn’t see too much. It is my fault,” Yashamaru answers. 

Shizumaru looks up at him. Of course, Yashamaru is taller. “O-Oh...She seems to rely on you." He adds. 

---

The city was bustling with crowds. However, a crowd of people surrounds the front area of a small shop. You can see members of the shogunate circling the area. Yashamaru and Shizumaru notice the people gathering at what appears to be a crime scene. Dry blood could be seen as a corpse lies in a pool of blood, the edges drying out due to the weather. Shizumaru peeks through the crowd to get a look at the corpse. The victim is an older male and his left arm is severed. A katana is left impaled in the man's back as it is put on display.

As the young boy pushes past the people, he gasps seeing the full body. One foot was severed and only a few inches away. The site became a nightmare for the boy. Fresh human organs are laid out and the stench of blood fills the air. The man’s body is slaughtered. No human could easily do such a feat early in the morning. Shiro calmly places her hand on Shizumaru’s shoulder. He didn’t pay attention to her presence as his eyes still focused on the corpse. “Let’s go, before you get too distracted,” Shiro says, calming the boy down.

Shizumaru takes a soft breath and follows the woman. Yashamaru carefully observes the crowd as the commotion doesn’t die down. “Before we start shopping, we will go to Mika's place. It’s not open until the evening, but she’s usually there at this time,” Shiro says as she notices Yoshitora walking beside Hanzo. Even though Yoshitora slacks off and hangs with the women, he still has time to do some work. 

“For him to even take part...Damn,” She thinks before heading out with Yashamaru at her side. The three then headed away from the commotion and into the red-light district. The streets are currently empty as it is the morning hours. Even though Shizumaru was too young to enter the building, Mika made an exception as most of the girls were home. And it was at Shiro’s request. 

The four stayed in the lobby and Mika kept the doors shut. The windows were concealed by the dark pink fabric. Mika had prepared some tea for everyone. Shiro sat at her desk. Shizumaru sits next to her. Yashamaru stands by the window. Mika sits across from Shiro, her back facing the front entrance. He takes a soft breath and looks at the woman. “After you and your friend left, there were a couple of suspicious men looking for you. I told Yoshitora immediately after they left. He said random attacks and thefts were occurring in the late evening.” Mika begins the conversation.

“Kurama and I ran into a couple of men. Hanzo saved us. But we made it home safe. A simple arrest should just be that,” Shiro says as she picks up the teacup. Mika turns her head to the doorway. "These recent nights are becoming more tragic. While businesses are still running, the crime rate is going up. I’ve been hearing gossip about this. However, the recent corpse...That isn’t normal. I fear the nights will get worse,” Mika says. Shiro takes a drink and Shizumaru politely listens. Yashamaru is paying attention, but his eyes wander outside.

Shiro takes her time drinking the hot liquid. Her fingers dance against the ceramic cup. Shizumaru takes a moment to speak, "The body is dismembered. It was fresh. It’s not normal.” “You’re right. I will probably close early so the girls can make it home safe. I don’t want to put them at risk,” Mika says as she looks at the boy.

 

Chapter 4: Lilac Wisteria

"I can't believe it..."

"What can't you believe?"

"His face caught the eyes of the female workers."

"Wait, huh?!"

"You are a cute boy. Those women couldn't hold back the compliments."

"Hold on-they said Kurama was handsome with his hair, but you stopped them from trying to touch him."

"That's because he's an adult, and the smell of sex would piss me off."

The three sit inside a restaurant. The shopping happened a bit later as some of the workers properly met Shizumaru and Yashamaru. Their amusement by Shizumaru being young and Yashamaru's white hair became the main topic. Mika could only laugh while Shiro appeared annoyed. The women took a liking to the man where Shiro had to stop their attempts of service. And now, the three sat at a table and are waiting to be served. Shizumaru's face was still tinted red from earlier to the tips of his ears. The three sit at a table in a popular spot. The building is busy with people, despite the incidents occurring late at night. 

Shiro has a cup of sake while the other two drink tea. As Yashamaru had treated her to buying groceries, Shiro decides to buy them dinner. "They seem to like you," Shizumaru said as a waitress approaches the table. "That's because they see a pretty boy keeping the perverts away. I'm not a fan of men manhandling women. Hell, I even fought a few customers," Shiro explains. Before the waitress has a chance to speak, a muscular man stands beside her. The man has a lot of hair, pulled into a high ponytail. His bangs were long as well and with a few strands hanging. 

"So you're a fighter, the name's Haohmaru. What's your name?" The man says. Shiro glances at the man's sword and notices the sake jug. Looking back at the man, the woman sighs as she leans her back against the wall. "I wouldn't say that, but I'm hungry. So either join peacefully or find a drunk to fight. I'm hungry and I have company," Shiro says and runs her attention to the waitress. "Sorry, we are ready to order." 

The man takes a seat at the table. "The people I meet..." Shiro thought before she opens her mouth to speak to the waitress. The waitress appears to be a bit confused for a moment. "I want to some beef, chicken fish. Potatoes and rice..." Shiro lists several items that are displayed on the menu. Shizumaru looks surprised to see Shiro order the amount of food and have no issue affording such.

The waitress smiles then excuse herself to place the order. "All right, for a proper introduction...I go by Shiro. As for swordplay, I'm not particularly fond of fighting...and I'm decent. I tend to scare off the drunks. And the idiot perverts," Shiro says as she grabs her sake cup. "Heh, a fighter like you should at least have some skills with a blade," Haohmaru says. "Ok Haohmaru, tell me what you think of the corpse earlier today," Shiro says. "Unless it was done by someone who is trying to send a message...But that job wasn't done by a human," He replies. "I see... Something is happening to the city. Shit, this is weird." Shiro says before downing her cup of sake. "Now about the topic of you not wielding a sword. Your face is rather delicate for a man. You should have a sword-" Haohmaru suggests until Shiro holds a hand up. 

"How about a spear?" 

Yashamaru looks at her, he wasn't sure if that idea was a good one. "Aren't spears rather tall? Those are used by guards," Shizumaru says as he watches Shiro pour sake into her cup. "That'll stick out like a sore thumb. Choose another weapon," Yashamaru suggests. Shiro takes a minute as she thinks of what type of weapon would suit her. She saw everyone wield a katana or at least some sort of sword. It felt too common for her. Although, she had always wanted to try a spear. Over the years of working in the city, Shiro would hear tales of a samurai wielding a spear. 

"How about a weapon that remains hidden?" Haohmaru suggests. Shiro stares at the man. Yashamaru and Shizumaru are silent until Haohmaru slams his hand on his knee. "A tessen fan. He looks small enough to easily hide it," Haohmaru says. Shiro tries to ignore the comment and takes another drink. "She's bothered..." Yashamaru thinks to himself as he senses Shiro's quiet demeanor. "A war fan. I don't mind the idea. Also, they aren't commonly used in the streets. Easy to wield...Well, weapon shopping tomorrow." Shiro says as Shizumaru smiles. "The enemies won't know what hit them. I'll go get some," Shiro says as she makes up her mind. 

The waitress and another server arrive with the food. Seeing the number of cooked meats made Shiro a little giddy. Although that could be due to the alcohol she continues to drink. Everyone began to indulge in the meal. While the night continues, Haohmaru discusses his travels and Yashamaru explains the different types of weapons. Shizumaru tells Shiro how a war fan is used. The four are exchanging information and enjoying a peaceful dinner. It's the first time in a while for Shiro to go out and eat with a group of people. Usually, she would stay home.

"Now a face like yours probably attracts some women. What type of women do you prefer? Haohmaru questions as he changes the subject. Shizumaru eats his brisket as he notices Shiro carefully drinking her fifth cup of warm sake. The amount of food she has been consuming is somewhat reducing the amount of alcohol she ingested. "What? Please, I'm not interested in women," Shiro scoffs. Haohmaru raises an eyebrow at that response. "So that means-" He says before pouring some sake into his gourd. "Hell no. I'm too busy trying to make a living." Shiro answers. Haohmaru nods understanding the circumstances. He turns to Yashamaru who had been eating his potatoes. "I have no specific preference. However, I do prefer a woman who can understand her surroundings. She has to know when and how to fight back," he answers, "She must have some sort of voice. Not to follow society's expectations of a gender role." Shizumaru pays attention to the conversation. He carefully takes in the information Yashamaru said.

"Isn't he describing..." He thinks as his eyes wander to Shiro.

"So not prim and proper. Yet not one to night-crawl."

"Not interested in that activity..."

---

As the night had gotten late in the hours, Yashamaru and Shizumaru stayed close to Shiro who is not drunk but dizzy. Her movements are slightly off-balance yet she continues to walk. The three promised to meet with Haohmaru tomorrow and find a proper weapon for Shiro. "That man is nice. His way of living sees to be a good path. Haohmaru is interesting," Shizumaru says. "His path is refreshing compared to mine," Yashamaru adds. Shiro doesn't say a word as she had her thoughts cluttered with not being a normal woman to what sort of weapon suited her. "I'm different from other women," Shiro says softly. "Huh? What brought that up?" Shizumaru blinks at Shiro. Shiro places one hand on her forehead. The idea of being a normal woman distracted her. "Shiro, hey," Yashamaru calls out to her.

He places a hand on her shoulder. The woman was close to stumbling and Yashamaru wraps an arm around her waist. Shiro was breathing a bit heavily. Her legs were unsteady. "What the hell...I can't be a normal woman. I was never given that right. No one..." She says as she felt sudden anger build up. She had suddenly regained some sense yet her body was now taking in the effects of everything that occurred hit her. "She's crashing..." Shizumaru said. Yashamaru stops the woman from trying to walk as he glances around to make sure no one could see them. They just made it outside the city. No one was around and Yashamaru scoops Shiro off her feet.

Not wanting to hear any protest, he turns to Shizumaru, "Keep up. We need to hurry. Or else her disguise is discovered and I doubt hearing the complaints is a form of entertainment." "Y-Yeah..." Shizumaru agrees. Shiro was too distraught to pay them any attention. The two males begin to run. Yashamaru can feel Shiro struggle with her breathing. Her facial expression displays the pain she is feeling. "Can you stay with me?" Yashamaru asks. Shiro slightly opens her eyes to look at him, her vision blurred. She opens her mouth to speak, "I am...My body is exhausted, sorry..." Yashamaru shakes his head, "We'll be there soon. Just rest." Shiro tries not to laugh and gives him a tired smile, "Right..."

The three only took a few minutes to arrive at the house. Shizumaru hurries to Shiro's room and sets up her futon. Yashamaru was about to carry Shiro to her room until she tugs on his sleeve. He looks at her. "I want to ask a question, but let's go on the roof. This may come off as awkward." She says softly. Yashamaru knew she needed some rest and soon.  "Shizumaru," Yashamaru calls out to the boy. Shizumaru peeks his head outside the bedroom doorway. He holds a blanket in his arms. "Yes?" The boy responds. "I'm going to take Shiro up on the roof for a moment." Yashamaru says before he carries Shiro away, "Please have her room ready."

Not giving a second for the boy to respond, Yashamaru and Shiro disappear onto the roof. He places Shiro down carefully and she lays on her back. The woman opens her eyes to look at the full moon. She places her hand on her forehead. Using her hand, Shiro removes the bandana, revealing the curls of her hair. Yashamaru sits down. His dark irises focus on the view, the full moon setting steadily. The stars gleaming in a bright hue. "My life was never normal, to begin with. I crossdress, I've dealt with almost being kidnapped for trafficking, and I live with blood on my hands." Shiro begins to speak as she feels her body draining. "Why am I different? Perhaps, a burden. Because of little worth I am," She continues until Yashamaru is seen leaning over her. His white bangs and ponytail hangover Shiro's face. 

"You are different because life put you in the situation. Do not think so little of your being." He says. Ignoring the close space between them, Shiro takes in his features. "I'm a target for something disgusting. Yet, I know something else will come for my head as well. Someone, no, I know something is after me...I sense a damn presence." Shiro speaks, her voice in a slight tremble. "What do you see?" Yashamaru questions. "Hands, there are a pair of hands trying to grip my neck." Shiro answers. Yashamaru's eyes grow wide at the sight of ghostly hands trying to reach for the woman's throat. In a second, Yashamaru's hair changes color to its raven hue and he growls in a tone that proves he isn't human.

His stillness pauses the woman from moving away. Her dark irises met his now bright ones. The ghostly hands faded away as they sensed a demonic presence. "You see what I am. Before you, a vigilante, and a demon. I have seen enough to tell you my hands drown in blood and I have no regrets. Do you think I belittle my existence?" Yashamaru spoke. He does his best to seal his rage, more so keep himself from assaulting the woman. Shiro stares at him, she hesitates to reach out and verbally respond. "You are special, but I'm just a damn-" Shiro tries to refuse until Yashamaru closes the distance between them. 

His lips silenced everything Shiro was about to say. She didn't refuse him and she couldn't process her current feelings clearly. Yashamaru releases her, he could taste the aftermath of sake from her lips. He hadn't planned to do this, not while she is intoxicated. This was the first time seeing Shiro like this. She looks up at him, not sure if she should respond in any form. "I...Believe you. I accept myself. I'm not used to being emotional...sorry."

Chapter 5: Yellow Daffodil

It didn’t take long for Shiro to fall asleep. Yashamaru was able to bring her to the bedroom. He placed the woman in her bed and it only took a few minutes for Yashamaru’s hair to change back to white. His demon side remained present until the woman fell asleep. However, his non-human urges were trying to take over and take advantage of the situation. The young man felt the urge to ravish or torment her, but his human morales took control. Yashamaru refused to harm her. His current priority was to keep Shiro safe from her pursuers and now the ghostly hands who wish to take hold. He needed to find and take care of the source of evil.

As he sat beside the sleeping woman, Yashamaru watches her. To see if any more spirits would come to haunt her. Shizumaru had gone to sleep after Yashamaru told him that Shiro needed rest. The boy had become obvious with his concern. 

“She’s in slight pain. Yet she doesn’t display it well.”

“I think she likes you though. Shiro is a person who wouldn’t speak on her feelings.”

Yashamaru looks at Shiro. Her breathing is somewhat back to normal. As the woman stated before, she only needed rest. The next morning has Shiro waking up with a slight hangover. While she was able to bathe and eat, the woman felt a bit better compared to last night. Shiro’s body was stiff as she exits her bedroom to meet Yashamaru and Shizumaru outside. She couldn’t remember some bits from the hours yesterday. Not even the kiss she was given, most was a damn blur. She remembered stumbling before Yashamaru picked her up in his arms. The image had almost confused for a moment but Shiro shakes it off. Her goal was to pick up the perfect weapon.

---

“You made it!” Haohmaru says as a greeting. He had been sitting on a bench, waiting for the three to show up. Shiro had a cup of warm tea in her hands. Of course, she needed it. Hell, she needed to clear her mind. Shizumaru waves to the more muscular man. “Sorry to have kept you waiting. I slept hard last night,” Shiro answers. Haohmaru understands as he lets out a laugh. “Your friend Kurama made sure you made it home safe. I apologize for not being considerate,” Haohmaru says. Shiro shakes her head and looks over at Yashamaru, “Sorry for getting wasted.”

The white-haired man shakes his head. “It’s a good morning so we should help him find a suitable weapon,” He said. Everyone nods and then heads to the market. As the four walk further into the city, the morning remains calm. No corpses and no violence. Security had been lax and the city folk are outside. The sky is hazy and the sun is out. “I’m surprised to see this morning be peaceful,” Shiro sighs before she takes a sip of her tea. Yashamaru glances at the woman for a second as he walks beside her. He hadn’t sensed any spirits surroundings them, mainly Shiro.

“It is nice…Hopefully, it’ll stay that way for today,” He says. Just the thought of another corpse showing up gave the woman a shiver. Not even thinking twice, Shiro sighs as she remembers what is happening tonight. “Damn, the festival is supposed to start tonight and last for four nights. I’m not going to work,” Shiro says as she did not wish to spend another awkward evening with Yashamaru. “What kind of festival is it?” Shizumaru asks. “One that occurs during the evening. Children and their families come out to spend time for entertainment. I prefer to stay away from crowds,” Shiro explains as they find themselves heading towards the weaponry shop. The shop is next to a blacksmithing booth.

It is small on the outside. The windows open wide to display various swords to the public. “This is the right place,” Shiro says. “It’s open so let’s go in,” Haohmaru is the first to go inside. Shizumaru follows him and the other two do the same. As everyone stands inside, Shiro’s attention is drawn to the various war fans hanging on the wall. The design on the material and the fan’s bladed structure showed its craft. Each size and artwork stood apart from the other. 

“The craftsmanship in these fans has quality. The fan itself is sturdy yet lightweight.” 

A dark skin woman spoke as she approaches Shiro. Her clothing is foreign as she reveals her somewhat muscular form. Her dark hair is styled in multiple braids. She stands a couple of inches taller than Shiro. Shiro takes note of the woman's features. She is shocked to see another foreigner with a dark complexion. “You’re right.” Shiro agrees as she points to the metal hand-size fans. 

“That’s an uncommon weapon for a man. But I’m not one to judge. I’m Darli, by the way. A carpenter,” Darli says as an introduction. Shiro blinks, she could have sworn by the woman’s appearance that Darli was a pirate. “Shiro. With my line of work, I think it should work well. Two hidden fans and a larger one for distraction,” Shiro says as her eyes focus on the fans once again. She had her eyes set on a dark brown fan with red and white Japanese maple leaves painted as part of the design. Shizumaru sees Shiro staring at the fans for a moment. He then notices the woman she is conversing with. He walks over to the kodachis and tonfas. 

Yashamaru is looking at the naginatas. He and Haohmaru discuss the weapons that they prefer to use. As Haohmaru does most of the talking, Yashamaru had been comparing the different katanas.

“You seem curious, young man. Do you wish to see one of these swords?” An older man speaks as he approaches the teenager. Shizumaru turns his attention to the older man. The old man is hunched over and bald. The man stands at five feet and six inches. He uses a cane to help himself stand steadily. His iga-hakama pants had a faded cross-stitch pattern. The brown earthy tone of his pants contrasts with his yellow and green robes. His long gray beard hid the front of his neck. “Oh, well, I’m looking for a proper weapon for my friend over there. He tends to be catching the attention of drunks. His face is pretty, so many men mistake him for a woman. And it gets him in a lot of weird situations,” Shizumaru explains. The man takes a moment to observe Shiro. He strokes his beard and nods. 

“I see…He has feminine features. He needs a weapon that makes him more masculine. Because of his thin frame, I suggest those fans for a hidden weapon. But a chisa-katana will do. Its length and size should do for a young man with his build,” The older man says as he takes a stroll over to the shorter bladed katanas. Shizumaru follows him. “Any particular color your friend may want?” The older man questions as he and Shizumaru look at the various katanas. Shizumaru carefully takes his time looking at the different colored guards and the fabrics that wrap around the hilts “A purple one will do. The piece needs to compliment him,” Shizumaru said as he spots a violet-bladed chisa- katana. 

The guard had wisteria decorated for the pattern and the wrap around the hit is silver with red chrysanthemums painted on the fabric. “I think he’ll enjoy that one. The style may be feminine yet all know the point is to reveal his true masculinity in fighting,” Shizumaru explains. The older man chuckles as he strokes his beard with his hand. Shizumaru’s explanation was an odd one and yet, the old man agreed with him. “I think you’ve found the right blade.”

Shizumaru smiles in excitement and the older man grabs the katana off the hanging display. He carefully carries the sword to the front desk and then heads back over to grab the sheath. Shizumaru heads over to Shiro and excuses himself. Darli and Shiro pause their conversation to listen to the teenager. Shiro holds a pair of fans in one hand while in her left hand, she holds a throwing knife. “I think your friend found something,” Darli says as Shizumaru approaches them. “Oh, hm.” Shiro takes a moment to give the teenager some attention. “What did you find Shizumaru?” Shiro asks as she sees the smile on the boy’s face. “I found a blade you may prefer,” Shizumaru says as he stands at least a foot away. “Really? Show me please,” Shiro replies and follows the boy to the front desk. The older man has the chisa-katana in his hands and notices Shizumaru bringing Shiro with him. “Oh, you are the one this boy is talking about. It’s a pleasure, my name is Hirose Eiji. I make the blades you see here. Please take care of this one. I can see my piece of work in good hands. Please take care,” Eiji says as Shiro takes a good look at the sword. She notices the paint and craftsmanship. The design and length suit her. “It’s different. The artwork is amazing,” Shiro comments. Eiji nods in approval as Yashamaru and Haohmaru approach them. “I like it. The style is unique. Graceful, yet deadly. I say go for that one. Its style doesn’t overshadow your appearance.” Haohmaru adds. “It’s not… It isn’t too feminine?” Shizro questions as Eiji hands her the chisa-katana. Shiro focuses on the weight of the blade before she looks at Yashamaru. Even though the decision is not up to him, she still wanted some approval. He gives a silent nod and Shiro turns back to the man. 

“I’ll take it.”

Chapter 6: Black Queen of the Night

“When you said we needed to visit Mika, I did not intend to dress like…Like this!” Shiro says as she is pushed out of the changing room. The woman almost stumbles as her friend keeps her from running away. Mika has her arms folded under her bosom. The woman had forced Shiro to wear a kimono. However, it was Shizumaru who tricked Shiro into the idea. Somehow he was able to request Mika’s assistance for Shiro to dress up.

Especially for Yashamaru to witness. Even for himself, Shiro never reveals her real form. Her curly dark chocolate hair is now exposed and her curves and slender frame are displayed in a violet short-sleeved kimono. Her dark irises are now on full display. The woman who chose to wear men’s clothing is now dressed in a kimono. She didn’t wear make-up or any accessories. Yashamaru and Shizumaru stare at her. Shiro is distracted by the pattern on her kimono. There are a couple of cranes with white flower petals scattered around.

“She’s cute…You look great Shiro!” Shizumaru says. Shiro quickly snaps her head to look at the teenager. Her cheeks are lightly dusted with heat. Her eyes are wide in shock. “Don’t you think so? Shiro-kun is a knockout with our patrons. His appearance in this attire is a rarity.” Mika explains as she watches Shiro glare daggers at her. The woman had a few girls working tonight so they are excited to see Shiro dress up.

“My goodness, seeing Shiro-kun dressed like one of us is a treat.”

“He’s just cute either way.”

“I’m a bit jealous. Shiro-kun can look the part of an emperor and an empress. In addition, he has two handsome men as friends.”

The girls converse as they peek into the front lobby. Not that they were trying to gossip, Shiro can hear the whole conversation. And her face displays the hints of irritation. Yashamaru and Shizumaru do not say a word. While Shiro takes a step into the hallway, she grits her teeth and turns her heel. “Dammit, I can hear you all! You all are not allowed to go after these men. One is too young and the other is not interested. Shape up!” Shiro says as she growls. Not wasting time, the woman exits the building. Yashamaru and Shizumaru follow the woman. “So, what do you think of her? Shiro is different when she’s not in disguise,” Shizumaru whispers to Yashamaru as Shiro walks a number of feet ahead. 

Yashamaru quietly observes Shiro. He notices the curly hair that is usually hidden under the cloth bandana. Her dark locks display a hint of a reddish-brown tint. He also takes in the visible scars that plaster her skin. He would question her another time. “She looks…” Yashamaru began to speak until he noticed a couple of men observing her. Not caring about the gossip, Shiro continues to walk until a child runs into her. 

The woman slightly stumbles back and catches the child in her arms. She looks down at the frail blond-haired boy. “S-Sorry!” The child chirps as he notices Shiro’s dark irises, Yashamaru and Shizumaru catch up to Shiro as she shakes her head. “No worries, but you should be more careful.” She speaks kindly. The boy nods and runs to a woman who appears to be his mother. “A young woman like yourself is unfamiliar. That face is too cute. Any man interested in foreigners would bring an appeal,” A familiar voice caught Shiro’s and Yashamaru’s attention. They both turn around to see Yoshitora walking toward them. The young man takes a closer look at the woman. His eyes are wide and his cheeks are tinted. “Out of the times I wear this get-up…Dammit! You jerk, don’t stare so much!” Shiro says through clenched teeth. Not even giving the man to respond, Shiro stomps over and reaches her hand out. She then grabs him by the ear. 

Yoshitora grunts in slight pain as Shiro doesn’t let go. She tightens her grip on his ear lobe. “I can’t believe it’s you! But ouch, you make a cute woman. Mika did a good job, ouch-” Yoshitora says as Shiro growls. Not that hearing the compliment was unusual, but Shiro focused on posing as a man. She never paid attention to her looks as she felt her body is cursed. The scars that were created by the men who tried to sell her are still present. Even the other scars she created herself were faint. 

No compliment could keep her mind from the trauma.

“She’s cute.”

“She can make us good money.”

“This girl is different.”

“She’s a foreigner. How much will she make?”

“No one will worry about her. She has nothing.”

“Damn! This grip of yours is serious now! I give up!” Yoshitora says as he squirms in pain. Shiro immediately releases the young man’s ear. Yoshitora sighs and gives a smile. “You still look good as a woman. Still, fooled me,” He said. Yashamaru narrows his eyes. He gives Shiro the appropriate space. “Oh, you’re showing him the festival.” Yoshitora points out as he turns his attention to Yashamaru. 

“Is he showing you the city?” Yoshitora questions the white-haired man. “Yes, he’s doing fine. Shiro was about to show me a few live performances,” Yashamaru said. Shizumaru and Shiro look at him. Shizumaru is confused yet curious. Shiro is curious. “I see… Well, he’s a good guide. Mika chose the right person. Just stay out of trouble. The number of bodies is increasing. Even though this event lasts a few nights, you all need to be careful.” Yoshitora said. Shiro looks at her friend, her eyebrow raised. Is the number of bodies increasing? Who is on a killing spree? 

“Do you have any leads?” She asks. Yoshitora sighs as he scratches the back of his head. He has a disappointed expression. “None. Just two more bodies dismembered. Don’t get caught in isolated areas. Something isn’t natural,” Yoshitora answers. Shiro lowers her head and takes a soft breath. “Alright… We will be safe.”

---

Yashamaru and Shiro walk in slightly awkward silence and Shizumaru follows. The three notice an Oiran walking by. The crowds of people stay out of her way and watch the woman walk gracefully while surrounded by her subordinates. “Have you ever dressed like that?” Shizumaru questions. Shiro pauses in her steps and she looks at the teenager in disbelief. “That woman is…” Yashamaru begins. Shiro looks at Yashamaru before she steps back to stand next to the shorter boy. “I’m not a… Entertainer. And those fabrics are expensive. Besides, I prefer to dress comfortably.” Shiro says calmly. Yashamaru notices the stiffness in the woman’s body. The physical scars are on display. The mental scars are hidden. 

Just being around this woman gave the vigilante a wider perspective on a loner’s life in the city. This woman has been a target for potential slavery or prostitution and Yashamaru had only seen a bit of it. Her insecurities and vulnerable moments are exposed over time. “You seem sort of comfortable in the yukata though,” Yashamaru comments and Shiro quickly looks at him. Her cheeks were slightly flushed and her eyes pierced. The woman glances away, her eyes shifting to focus on anything except Yashamaru’s face. The attention he currently gives her is uncommon. He remained an enigma to a degree. “To stray away from dressing as I used to is difficult. I had to convince myself that nothing was valued. Specifically, my appearance,” Shiro explains.

“I think you’re fine as yourself. Even wearing this, you look…” Yashamaru says until a man slaps his hand gently on Shiro’s shoulder. Shiro narrows her eyes as she turns her head to see a man with a thin, dirty beard. He smelled of smoke and alcohol…more so sake. This drunk man appears fair-skinned and a bit tall. He wears a mahogany kimono with a jade striped pattern. The short shaggy-brown hair rests upon his shoulders.

“What the hell?” Shiro moves away and turns around to face the stranger. “Such a pretty thing. Are you alone? I can tell you’re bored,” the man said and before Shiro responds, Yashmaru pulls the woman close to him. Her feet lose balance as she stumbles into him, her face gently bumping into his chest. In another situation, Shiro could yell or get physically aggressive, but this time, she has two saviors. 

“Please refrain yourself from touching my wife,” Yashamaru speaks as he wraps one arm around her waist. Shiro doesn’t push him away thinking this is an act to give the drunk man the hint, The man blinks in surprise and shakes his head. “Y-Your wife? Sorry, the lady is a looker.” the man comments as he takes a step back feeling awkward. “My sister-in-law is pretty, But she’s taken,” Shizumaru adds. The man clears his throat and heads in the opposite direction as he felt the look Yashamaru gives. He protectively holds his “wife”. More so to keep her from pulling out her weapons. After the man is out of sight, Yashamaru releases her.

“Wife? Sister-in-law? You two are something…Thanks.” 

This is what Shiro says before she gives a thoughtful expression. Yashamaru and Shizumaru could never understand what she thought. “Shall we find something to do? I doubt I can be the boring guide,” Shiro said. “Oh, can we find something to eat?” Shizumaru asks. “Sure. we’ll find a treat. Something I rarely eat,” Shiro said. The three walk side by side through the crowds of people. As Shiro points out the various vendors, Shizumaru listens to where to locate the various foods. 

At a point, Shizumaru brought Shiro to a mask booth. He points to a  violet fox mask with silver wisteria painted on its face. “I think it suits you.” Shizumaru says. Shiro stares at the mask and Yashamaru observes it carefully. 

He can see her wearing it as a novelty. His thoughts are interrupted by a black tengu mask being shoved in his face. “If I’m stuck with this then you should wear that. I think it suits you,” Shiro said as the pointed beak pokes at Yashamaru’s snow-white bangs. He sees Shizumaru wearing a red tengu mask, covering his face. “It’s nothing compared to the real thing you wear yet tonight should be an entertaining one,” Shiro comments as Yashamaru grabs the mask. A young woman with brown hair displayed under a wool bandana steps around the booth.

Her freckles lightly dust her face and her jade irises are visible behind the round-framed glasses. “Such a sweet couple you two are. That boy says you two are in love. And from the looks of it, I’m guessing you two are newlyweds.” The young woman gushes over them. The woman continues to chat with Yashamaru about the relationship and Shiro slips over to Shizumaru who had been busy observing which mask to wear. “What did you tell her?” Shiro questions. Shizumaru looks up, his red tengu mask covering his almost cracked expression. “You two enjoying the festival and are married,”  he answers truthfully. “I’m not one to lie, but if it keeps any weird person away then I’m all for the idea.” Shiro sighs to hearing the teenager’s reason yet she understood.

The two had only known each other for a short time and he chose to help her, protect her in some way. In truth, Shizumaru worries about her. “Just for tonight, I don’t want to run into the drunk again,” Shiro said. She glances at Yashamaru who keeps a neutral expression on his face. He has a difficult time paying attention to the woman. She continues to admire the pretend romantic relationship with his “wife”. Not to say he has experience but the current situation is a bit frustrating. The booth vendor asked various questions that are not too personal yet somewhat intimate or led to the subject. At least being Shiro is different and he saved her. To help Yashamru escape, Shiro interrupts the conversation and asks how much the masks cost. The woman has a giddy smile on her face as she gives a discount. There is no point in arguing with her, both adults would at some point lose the facade.

Shizumaru continues to wear his mask while Shiro wears her on the side. Yashamaru has his mask hanging around his neck. The black tengu mask suited him as it reminded Shiro of when they first met. “I thought it would look nice on you,” Shiro's words repeated in his mind. He glances at the woman who is adjusting the mask on her head. “Should we find something to eat? I know it has been a few hours since we’ve eaten…” Yashamaru speaks up until he notices the translucent cherry blossom petals floating around. Shiro and Shizumaru look around to see the same cherry blossom petals floating around. “No way… This city has been hit with troubles. It’s not even in season,” Shiro says as the cherry blossom petals fade before they hit the ground.

“Why is this happening?” Shizumaru asks.

Everything except a few people move at a slower pace. The crowds of people faded in and out. Hearing the sound of a woman crying catches Shiro’s attention. She doesn’t know where the crying is. 

“Why...Why does it hurt so much?”

Chapter 7: Pink Primrose

“Cherry blossoms…? Why now?” Shiro stands in shock as a pair of ghostly hands grab her neck. Shizumaru notices the translucent hands attempting to grip the woman by the throat. “Kurama!” He shouts and Yashamaru quickly holds Shiro close to his body. The woman stumbles for a moment as she looks up at him. He focuses on the hands that fade away. Shizumaru’s eyes change as he senses an ominous presence. Shiro places her hand on her neck. “This is the third time I felt that. Damn spirits, but ignoring that… What the hell is happening here? None are in season and a vast number surrounds us,” She says as the cheery blossom trees stood tall. 

“Something is here,” Shizumaru said. His irises are now bright green and sclera black. The boy grips his wagasa carefully. Shiro stays close to Yashamaru who doesn’t let her go. They stand in place as the cherry blossom trees bloom completely. “I agree, but why do I hear a woman crying?” Shiro said. Yashamaru narrows his eyes, he decides to keep his other side at ease. He could sense the same as Shizumaru. “She's saying she’s in pain,” Shiro adds. “Don’t listen to it. Or you’ll be snatched by those hands,” A young girl speaks as she approaches them. Her red and white attire differentiated her from the common city folk. 

Her long hair is dark in contrast to Shiro’s dark chocolate hair. The girl walks over to them, and her solemn expression is evident. Perched on her arm is a hawk. Everyone turns their attention in the direction of the sounds of a woman weeping. “She’s affecting everyone.” The girl said. “She’s behind this shit then what in the world is she?” Shiro asks. “A spirit. A powerful one. I know there is more to her,” The girl said as the weeping stopped. The cherry blossom trees vanish and everything returns to normal. Shizumaru shakes his head to temporarily eliminate his murderous intent. “She’s gone…” Yashamaru said. Shiro nods in agreement. 

“My goodness…You’re the one it has been reaching out to.” The girl said. Shiro looks at the girl then up at Yashamaru. He releases her and Shiro turns her attention back to the girl. “Who are you? And what do you know about the spirit?” Shiro questions. The girl focuses her attention on the woman. She can see the multiple pairs of hands floating around her. 

“I’m Nakoraru. The spirit we speak of is a woman. She has been the cause of the recent disasters..” Nakoruru introduces herself. Her hawk folds its wings and turns its head to Nakoruru, “Oh, this is Mamahaha.” “A bird…It’s nice to meet you. Ah, we can’t discuss this topic in public. I get enough attention as is,” Shiro says. 

She points to the park area where there are fewer people around. Also, for fewer people to pay attention to a girl with a hawk for a pet. “All right,” Nakoruru agrees. The four head over to a slightly grassy area. There are a few benches and umbrellas placed. The trees are arranged in pairs. Shizumaru and Shiro take a seat on the bench. Nakoruru chooses to stand in front of them. Yashamaru stood under the umbrella. “That spirit is a powerful one. Her rage is more evident in the city, but other areas are being affected as well.” Nakoruru began. “How long has this been going on?” Shiro questions.

“For my village….A few months. For this city, a few weeks. She’s slowly using her influence to control the innocent. Or further corrupt the wicked,” Nakoruru answers. Yashamaru stares up at the sky. The clouds hide the moon as a few stars try to peek through. “The number of deaths increases. The rumors are proving to be true. Hell, even I am a target and I stay out of trouble.” Shiro says as she watches Mamahaha perch on Nakoruru’s shoulder. The hawk quietly stares back. “You are a target for both sides. Something about your being attracts them,” Nakoruru said as Mamahaha leaps onto Shiro’s lap. “Shiro has a good soul. She looks after others yet some men try to take her.” Shizumaru adds.

Shiro shoots him a quick glance. “I’ve heard rumors about human trafficking being more apparent,” Nakoruru sighs. Mamahaha lifts her head to look at the woman. “It is true…Kurama saved me from an attempt. I owe him for such. However, I see we can’t ignore the bigger issue….” Shiro said. “From her cries, the spirit is waiting for someone. I cannot say who, but you are somehow connected,” Nakoruru mentions. Yashamaru, Shizumaru, and Shiro look at Nakoruru. Not taking in the information, causes Shiro to question what she needed to do. 

“We will keep her safe. So Shiro, don’t worry about it. I can tell there will be other challenges along the way.” Yashamaru said. “I trust them both,” Shiro said. “Then I will agree. For now, I shall continue investigating. Please be careful,” Nakoruru says, “We’ll meet again soon.”

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“So we have a pissed-off spirit who is connected to me. I’ll take that instead of those perverts,” Shiro says as she takes a seat in the chair. The three chose to attend a kabuki performance. “I wouldn't say either situation is a preferred choice. You attracted even Tokugawa as well,”  Yashamaru calmly speaks as he sits down next to her. “Is my so-called “husband” jealous? I look like a fool in this get-up,” Shiro says as she takes a bite out of the onigiri she bought. “I’m not a particular fan of the bakufu. Let alone Tokugawa specifically. If I play the role then I can’t have my wife being ogled by him,” Yashamaru retorts as he pays attention to the performance. Shiro continues to eat her onigiri. “He looks at the women he finds attractive. The man flirts with multiple women. Besides, he doesn’t know that I’m one,” Shiro whispers in the last sentence. “Your reasoning makes the situation obvious,” Yashamaru whispers back. “You two are proving to be a real couple,” Shizumaru comments. Shiro and Yashamaru fall silent to glare at the boy. The only funny part is Shiro has the onigiri hanging in her mouth. “What? Kurama seems very protective of you and when we were with your coworkers, you refused to have any of them get near him. Then there was the time he took care of you when you got drunk…” Shizumaru began to list each moment they spent together. 

Despite the non-existent romance, Yashamaru and Shiro have grown closer.  He had saved the woman on multiple occasions. Also without Shiro remembering, Yashamaru had kissed her. Shiro did not ignore the fact that Yashamaru had walked in on her while she changed clothes. Just that incident alone left the two awkward and somewhat indifferent. Could Yashamaru choose to love Shiro? It is a possibility yet the woman has not revealed her true name. 

The young woman has kept a number of secrets. Her gender, her past, her relationship with others…everything is a mystery to the vigilante. She took him and Shizumaru in, not caring that they are strangers. 

“Aren’t you suppose to be my brother-in-law? Not the annoying kid brother.”

Yashamaru snaps out of his thoughts as Shiro’s whispering catches his attention. The woman is too busy gripping the teenager by his cheeks. SHizumaru winces in pain as the woman teases him in retaliation. “I’m just saying you two don’t deny what can be seen by a few,” Shizumaru and now Yashamaru glares at him. “What do people think…?” He asks. 

You tend to keep Shiro safe. She’s softer around you. Even Mika-san says Shiro has changed a bit,” Shizumaru answers. Shiro finishes eating her food as she chooses to ignore Shizumaru’s words. Or at least tries to. The topic became an awkward one for her. “If that’s the case then we’ll end it right there. You both are good to me.”

 

Chapter 8: Lavender Dahlia

The first night of the festival and Shizumaru has taken this late hour to get some sleep. Yashamaru and Shiro took their time watching the moon from the rooftop. Shiro is still in her kimono. The woman is “dolled-up” because of Mika. She had a rag in her hands to wipe off the makeup from her face. “Jeez…” Shiro sighs, feeling relief, as showing off her true gender and the little events take a toll. She places the dirtied cloth at her side. Yashamaru has his attention on the moon. Although, now the questioning of their relationship made it a bit awkward.

“Do you think you’ll ever want to live in normalcy…as a woman?” Yashamaru questions. Shiro turns her head to look at him. As their eyes do not meet, Shiro gives him an answer, “I’m not sure. To have people think of me as a man keeps my burdens at ease…” “If we can take spirit, what would you wish to do?” Yashamaru asks again. “If we…What will you do?” Shiro questions. This is about you, it is not about-” Yashamaru ignores to give an answer yet Shiro asks another question. “What do we do? Our relationship is complicated…” She says. “…” Yashamaru closes his eyes. 

His hair turns to the unfamiliar raven hue. His sclera is black once more. He turns his attention to the woman and Shiro stares at him. The atmosphere is now different. The two do not speak and Yashamaru stares back. His glowing irises met her dark ones. Not giving much thought, Yashamaru leans close. His face became less distant from her own. Shiro does not hesitate to lean closer. The two stay silent until Yashamaru carefully pins the woman to lay on her back. Too distracted to verbally or physically protest, Shiro, blinks in surprise. “You are different. Our relationship… What we have is…” The man’s rough tone could not clearly comprehend what he felt. 

Despite ignoring the possible consequences, the man with the demon blood leans in closer and presses his lips against hers. The soft pressure turns demanding as his hand cups the woman’s chin, tilting her head up. Shiro is lost in a daze as the kiss leads to her being submissive at the moment. Her hands reach for his shoulders, her breaths unsteady. The beating of her heart is fast. This kiss breaks and the two fall silent again. “I told you that I will protect you. Yet, I do not intend to let you go… If you wish the same,” Yashamaru confesses. Shiro’s eyes grow wide as his confession hit her. Was he giving her an option? The option to choose whether she would accept him. Demon and all.

Shiro places her hand on his cheek, and her thumb brushes against his bottom lip. Yashamaru growls in response. The light brush triggers the man to kiss her. This time, aggressive and demanding. His tongue slips past her parted lips to taste the wet muscle of what is her tongue. Shiro was nervous at first until Yashamaru takes further control and comforts her. It takes a couple of minutes for him to pull away. He has a lot of restraint as if he pushed further it would lead to consequences. And he did not wish to scare her off. Yashamaru notices how she responds to him. 

“...Why want me? I’m not the norm.” Shiro breathes. “I prefer it that way,” Yashamaru answers. Shiro purses her lips together and glances away. “When we solve this problem then I’ll follow. I guess I will say yes,” Shiro admits. Her hands rest upon his. Even with the differences between them, this man has tengu blood and a woman who hides her gender. Yashamaru and Shiro continue to stare until the woman places one hand on his cheek. She can feel how tense he is. Just holding back his side that will be tempting to ravish or protect is troubling. For Yashamaru to control a side of him that runs on anger and bloodshed is a slow process. 

His intentions for his hatred dwell deep where he had a goal in mind. Although, with this woman, he did not intend to care for or desire her. These feelings conflicted with his main purpose. What makes this woman special? He ponders. At this moment, he could read this woman’s body language. The mental and physical scars become more visible. “When I first was attacked, I was fifteen. After the men put their filthy hands on me… My stability cracked. They… I killed them but still felt tainted. So in response, I committed self-harm in order to prevent any person to desire me in a physical manner. Whenever I receive flattery… It triggers those incidents,” Shiro explains. 

Yashamaru's eyes grow wide, hearing the truth about her trauma. Not even asking her for permission, he carefully opens her kimono. He sees the blemishes from the old and most recent scars. The woman’s body is fragile yet vulnerable. Even if this was not the right moment, Yashamaru needs to know. Whether his instincts or urges are taking control of wishing to see Shiro’s body, her flesh, he could not say. “I will be the one to touch you. No one else…” Yashamaru promises just when his hair changes to snow white. The hostile look in his eyes fades.

“I…accept your words.” Shiro says, “But if we continue this then we may not stop.” Yashamaru pauses for the realization and releases her. Shiro sits up and closes her kimono. The two had to think of Shizumaaru possibly interrupting them. “If I hadn’t returned to normal… You could already assume,” Yashamaru said. Shiro looks away as her heart beats fast to the possible outcome. Yet she cannot admit it. His forwardness towards her makes the woman question if this meant newfound happiness. The feeling has the woman wondering if she could hold onto a future. 

“Your demonic side… I trust it as well. We can continue once this problem is over,” Shiro said. Yashamaru sighs and he stands up. He holds his hand out for Shiro to take it. She takes a hold of it and he pulls her up, to be swept off her feet and then carried by the wind. This moment would not be discussed. 

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The next day starts off peacefully. Shiro had been busy working at the Tea house. Shizumaru and Yashamaru slept in and Shiro had left a note in the living room. OFr the amount of money spent, she wanted to repay them. More so enough to cover for this busy week. As Shiro wears her normal clothes, she hides her gender once more. 

The woman is back to living a normal routine. Taking orders, working a number of hours, and preparing for the second night of the festival. The woman spends time with her coworkers are they serve food and tea. The servers and customers are content and occupied. No crimes have been reported and the city is currently at ease. “You’re appearance differs between the time of day?” A familiar voice pauses Shiro in her tracks. She turns her head to see Nakoruru sitting at a table. The teenage girl had ordered herself some sweet bread and a cup of green tea. Shiro walks over to her. Her expression is neutral. “I am a man who has multiple occupations. I was just tricked into promoting the second one,” Shiro answers.

Nakoruru looks the woman up and down. She could have sworn Shiro is a woman. “Why would a ghost… No, the spirit shouldn’t mistake this person.” Nakoruru thought. “She’s dormant but her cries…only you can hear them.” She speaks. Shiro uses her free hand to scratch the back of her neck. Still knowing that a pissed-off spirit wishes to get her out of the way isn’t pleasant. Even though Yashamaru promised to protect her. “Last night was quiet. I couldn’t hear her pleas at all.” Shiro says. Then again, she and Yashamaru shared an intimate moment on the roof, they went their separate ways once inside the house.

The two slept in their respective rooms. “Still be aware. With this festival, I think she’ll try to come forth,” Nakoruru said. “Great, that means more opportunities. How entertaining,” Shiro says in a sarcastic manner. She wouldn’t be surprised if she heard the woman again. “Where are you staying? I doubt you have family here.” Shiro said to change the subject. Nakoruru pauses for comment and looks at the woman. “I stay outside of the city. I can handle it,” Nakoruru answers. 

“Shiro-kun, we need you!”

 “Well, I got to get back to work. I will see you later tonight.” And that was the end of the conversation. Had Shiro intended to dress as a woman again? Not intentionally, but she has to draw the source out. This would make it simpler in solving an issue. If it could help her then so be it. Another night out and Shiro wanders the streets. She had decided to go alone in order to ease the stress off of Yashamaru and Shizumaru. She has her fan strapped to her chest, hidden inside her kimono. Also, Mika had decided to accompany her this time. The woman chose to close business for the night.

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“So, how are your boys? The girls have been talking about them. Handsome and innocent, more so… Kuraama is a looker,” Mika says as she and Shiro are casually taking a stroll. “They’ll bever step foot inside again. Anyway… I am just a friend. Nothing more, nothing less.” Shiro said. Mika giggles as she notices the interactions between the two. If any of the women show interest then Shiro would immediately shut it down. And Yashamaru never complained. With Shizumaru, Shiro acts like an older sibling. Her protective side does show. However, for her being around Yashamaru... It is different. “That’s too bad. You two make a cute couple. He may be the quiet type but I can tell he has an eye for you.” Mika says and Shiro immediately waves her hand dismissively.

“Just change the subject…” Shiro said. Mika can only laugh as the women enter a bar. They found a spot to sit in. As Shiro and Mika are waiting for a server, they see a quarrel occurring not so far away. With the simple ruckus, the women couldn’t simply ignore it. “What the hell? Your loud voice is annoying and you crossed my path. Shut yer yapping already!” One rugged man says as he stands chest to chest with a man clad in red clothing. “I doubt it’s my fault and YOU reek of booze.” The man clad in red said, his red hair matching his attire. 

“A simple drink won’t be happening tonight.” A man with long blue hair said in boredom. He sat at the table, eating some tempura. “What? Who the hell are you?” The one man spoke as he turns his attention to the one who is calm and collected. “No one of importance, but you’re interrupting my dinner.” The blue-haired man retorts. “Also, the attention in this establishment. I’m waiting to get some damn food,” Shiro said as she stands up. Mika knew her friend would not sit down and let the fighting continue. Not if it means Yoshitora seeing her dressed as a woman once more. Shiro approaches the group of men, not caring how it started or who started it.

She politely moves herself to stand in between the men. “It was an accident so no harm done. Go drink as you have been,” Shiro said. “Look broad, this doesn’t concern you.” The rugged man says and raises his hand to strike her. Before he can budge, the blue-haired man grabs his wrist. Not that Shiro needs help, but this is new. To receive help from a stranger. “The lady says to not fight so it’ll be done. Can’t have my brother getting into trouble,” he says. “Sogetsu… Brother, don’t start acting cool because there is a cute girl here. Tch, I’ll be good and sit this one out.” The red-headed man grumbles in irritation. Shiro turns her head to the fiery man. “Don’t call me that. You boys are stalling orders and I’m damn hungry. So sit down and stay out of trouble,” Shiro says doing her best not to revert to her “masculine” persona.

Mika laughs as she watches everything unfold. “We’re being rude to the lady,” Sogetsu says as he releases the man, “Please forgive us. I will pay for your dinner. Besides, you’re not a weak woman.” Shiro looks back at Sogetsu. She notices the difference between the brothers. This man is the opposite of his brother. Not to mention his cool demeanor makes the woman aware of a strange sensation. Something that isn’t normal. Although, she brushes it off. The man stood a couple of inches taller than her. His build was massive compared to her slender frame.

Then again, his brother has a similar build as well. Maybe Shiro is overthinking it until Mika slaps her hand on her shoulder. Causing the poor woman to break out of her staring. “We’ll take you up on that offer. Shiro here has an appetite tonight,” Mika said. Shiro blinks and glances over her shoulder. The possible trouble her so-called friend gets her into. This would be interesting.

Chapter 9: Blue Dragon Rose

“No way you handle fighting drunks. You’re too dainty for that. How do you do it?” Kazuki questions as he takes a bite out of a steam bun. Shiro kept quiet as she has been eating her shrimp tempura. Mika has been the one carrying the conversation. Sogetsu chuckles as he watches the women. His attention is mostly on Shiro. “I can hold my own pretty well. Dealing with drunk fools is a specialty,” Shiro said as she chews on a piece of shrimp. Mika reaches for salmon sashimi and continues to speak, “With our line of work, Shiro here is the bodyguard. There haven't been any major issues yet.” Mika said. 

As Sogetsu drinks a cup of sake, Kazuki is amazed at what he hears. He can’t believe this woman can fight without anyone helping her. It reminds him of his sister. “She’s cool. I wonder what else she can do…” He thought. The four adults sit at a table, eating food and drinking sake. Shiro chose not to drink too much as the night is early. Also, she didn’t want to put herself in any situation. As she stays reserved, Sogetsu continues to keep himself as well. He could tell the woman is not too much of a talker. She had been eating the majority of the hour. Her eyes focused on the food and they rarely exchanged glances.

“How is the food?” Sogetsu asks. Shiro takes pauses to breathe from eating the feast that is offered to her. She looks at Sogetsu. The young man is indeed handsome and Shiro can see the charisma he displays. Yet, the man obviously has a mind to know he is narcissistic in a manner. While Kazuki is brash and loud, Sogetsu kept a quiet manner. However, Shiro couldn’t help but sense something different. As if there is another presence faint. Not to say the woman is superstitious, but the gut feeling does not leave. A similar feeling comes from Kazuki as well. Damn her instincts. First Yashamaru, then this ghost, and now these siblings. “Oh… The food is good. You didn’t have to do all of this though, I’m just not a fan of drunks fighting. Besides, I was hungry.” Shiro says as she leans back to stretch her legs.

“Well. your appetite is something. You can eat, three plates of shrimp tempura and you only downed a couple of cups of sake,” Sogetsu says. “Her eating habits could be mistaken for a man,” Mika teases. Shiro rolls her eyes and shoots a quick glare at her friend. She had to change her behavior to pose as a man. Thus, eating in public. These men didn’t know about her history so her behavior wasn’t awkward. “When you work long hours and skip lunch then it catches up. Other than that, I do eat,” Shiro explains herself.

Sogetsu smiles in agreement. To say he and his siblings ate when they could. “I agree. You seem to have done a lot from these empty plates. Can you tell me what fun is there to do during this festival?” Sogetsu asks. Shiro leans forward and takes a moment to think. “There are the performances. For families, not just adults. If you’re into shopping then there are a number of booths with souvenirs. From weapons to kimonos to the little trinkets.” Shiro lists off what she had seen last night. “If it’s possible, could you show us around? My brother and I aren’t from around here,” Sogetsu said. Before Shiro could reply, Mika takes a sip of her sake. “You boys have a guide right here. This little lady can show you the beautiful sites of the city,” Mika said. The idea seemed to keep Shiro out of trouble as she isn’t alone in public. Yet, the brothers are free to wander.  Although, in the back of her mind, Shiro wasn’t sure if Yashamaru would react to it. Yet, she has Mika with her. That should make everything less suspicious. 

“I can do that for the night. And Mika, you’re free. It’d be nice to hang outside of work,” Shiro said. “Great, maybe we can see some of those skills,” Kazuki says with a laugh.

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“You’re not going out tonight?”

“Probably later. Why?” 

“Well, Shiro is out there and you know, you shouldn’t leave your “wife” alone at night. Especially when she’s dressed as a woman.”

“She’s fine on her own. Mika is with her tonight.”

“So you asked Mika-san to hang out with Shiro. If Shiro finds out then that will be an awkward moment,” Shizumaru explains as he sweeps the floor. Yashamaru had been cleaning his armor for the majority of the day. He had intentions to go as Karasu Tengu late in the evening to investigate the city. Also, he didn’t want Shiro stressing over the fact that she was a target of a malicious spirit. The woman had men chasing her. He guessed his friend needed a break and a moment of peace. More so, this woman is not a friend. She’s his… Lover and he will not deny it. 

Yet the vigilante refuses to make it public. As a vigilante and a demon, he doesn’t intend to risk it. While Shiro doesn’t judge his actions, Yashamaru intends to keep her out of that business. Shizumaru stops sweeping. He looks up at the sky. The teenager takes in the view in silence. He thinks of his relationship with the woman. “Even though she hides her fears and pain, I can sense she’s content with us being here. I don’t remember anything of my family, but Shiro is... A sister if that’s the right word. She cares about us,” Shizumaru said. How Shiro took him into her home, fed him, and kept him from being harassed by the women makes the boy smile to himself. Shiro chose to be his temporary guardian.

“Your words are correct. She seems happier,” Yashamaru agrees as he takes a closer look at his polearm. “I’ll retrieve her later tonight. However, I intend to investigate. That spirit may appear again and Mike can’t protect Shiro.” He adds. “That spirit is ominous. If Shiro is her target then we should find out why.” Shizumaru says and goes back to sweeping. Yashamaru knew what he needed to do. The newfound relationship takes priority. This includes his demonic side. As much as he struggled to hold back his violent nature, the man craved to ravish the woman. If his tengu blood took over then Shiro would be traumatized and despise him. How much he cares outweighs his urges.

The silence fills the room until a pair of footsteps are heard. Yashamaru and Shizumaru step outside to see Nakoruru standing in front of the house. The girl has her hand on her chest. Her panting has proven she is in a hurry. “Nakoruru, what’s wrong?” Shizumaru asks as the girl catches her breath. “The spirit… She’s coming tonight. It’s more apparent and Shiro will face her.” Nakoruru answers. Shizumaru sees Mamahaha flying around. The hawk is circling the area. “I don’t think it’ll be for long, but Shiro can’t be left alone with her.” Nakoruru said. “Stay here, I’ll get her,” Yashamaru said without taking a second thought.

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“Damn, you know your stuff! How do you know how to use a bow?” Kazuki cheers as he watches Shiro shoot an arrow at a target. “I used to hunt as a child,” She responds as she draws her attention to the wooden dummy. “You’re not a local?” Sogetsu questions. Before Shiro answers, the woman shoots another arrow for it to pierce the wooden dummy again. The crowd of people cheers at the level of skill the woman displays. With excitement, Shiro quickly shoves the bow into Sogetsu’s chest. She’s not used to the attention and this causes her to become flustered. “My home is nowhere near this city. Now show me what you can do.” Shiro said as she is given a bow by the woman who is hosting the game. 

“Oh? So, the mystery woman desires a challenge. Fine then, if I win then you owe me a date.” Sogetsu says as he readies his bow. Shiro pauses for a moment. She looks at the young man and sees the smirk on his face. She can’t tell if he’s teasing or serious. Mika giggles at the suggestion. “The hell? Don’t try chasing her just because she’s cute!” Kazuki says. Shiro turns her head to Kazuki. “Stop calling me that! Tell your brother to shoot the damn arrow,” Shiro says through clenched teeth. Sogetsu laughs knowing he made the woman flustered.

Casual flirting isn’t a strong trait. And neither is taking a compliment. “So how about it? I think Mika-san has no qualms about it.” Sogetsu said. Shiro narrows her eyes and readies her bow. The arrow flies into the dummy. “I’m not the dating type. Sorry to say…” She says as Sogetsu steadies his bow and fires the arrow. It pierces into the wooden dummy. “Still, you aren’t boring,” Sogetsu says and they shoot arrows until they run out. 

Sogetsu and Shiro continue to not miss their shot while drawing in a bigger crowd of people. The cheering becomes loud and attention-grabbing. Each participant has people cheering. Shiro, however, is too distracted by winning this so-called bet. As the two finally finished their rounds, Shiro and Sogetsu are given prizes. Shiro is given a large bag filled with summer yukatas. Sogetsu is given a set of jinbeis. “Since I didn’t win the date is off.” Sogetsu sighs. “Fear not, you’ll find a woman more suitable. I’m not the best for dating material, but I will be a gracious host. So you get that,” Shiro explains as she slings the bag over her shoulder. Not asking for permission, Soetsu takes the bag from her. He couldn’t let the woman have her hands full. He was the same when it involves his sister. Even if Shiro has more of a serious personality, he doesn’t intend to let the woman do too much. 

As much as Shiro would protest, it would fall on deaf ears. For Mika, seeing the three interact with each other reminds her of nostalgic memories. How peaceful it was during her past. “So, where to? Brother won a prize and the night is still going.” Kazuki said. “Why not try some fishing? I have some skill in that old game,” Sogetsu said as they stop by a small booth surrounded by children. “Aren’t you something? The tie didn’t cut it?” Shiro questions just when a cherry blossom petal lands on her shoulder. She reaches for it as the petal fades away. More petals float around and everyone stands in awe. Except for Shiro, Sogetsu, and Kazuki. “Shit…” Shiro shifts her eyes to see where the spirit would be. Sogetsu sees how skittish Shiro instantly becomes. The woman is in constant fear and adrenaline. “Kazuki, take Mika-san home. Make sure she is safe,” Sogetsu said, not even looking back at his brother. 

Kazuki turns to Mika who stands almost frozen. Time slows down for everyone affected. Not knowing what is happening to them. “Okay,” Kazuki takes a hold of Mika’s hand and guides her away. “You can see this mess? Obviously, you have some level of spirit attached to you,” Shiro said as the petals continue to float around. The strange sight causes Shiro to become uneasy. “You have a good sense of instinct. And yes, I can see these ghostly petals. Their essence is rather mysterious and dangerous.” Sogetsu said, somewhat impressed. “Staying right here won’t help,” Shiro says and she heads toward the familiar sounds of crying. 

Notes:

This is going to be a really slow update as I'm working on the other stories, so I'll probably update this once a month or two months. But I do enjoy Yashamaru Kurama from Samurai Shodown (Samurai Spirits) 2019, so I decided to write a fanfiction.

Here is some information for Shiro:

Name: "Shiro"
Age: 23
Height: 165 cm
Gender: Female (Dresses as male)
Weapon: Spear (preferably), knife, or kodachi
Eye color: Brown
Hair color: Brown/Black
Relatives: Fosters parents, younger brother
Likes: Talking to spirits, collecting flowers, being useful
Dislikes: Getting into trouble