Okuri stood, with the wind blowing through his long strands of hair, on the top of the newly completed Shogunate. His Shogunate. An impenetrable fortress hardy enough to be the home of the Shogun, who was supposed to be the greatest of all warriors, but luxurious enough to double as the Emperor’s palace. Not that he liked the Emperor, or the Shogun. But he was going to be Shogun soon enough. It had taken only, what, 9 months, to build this structure, the same amount of time it took to create a human being. Difference was, this was going to be much harder to destroy than any mere human.
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His younger brothers, Kiba and Akamaru, leaped up on either side of him. “The preparations are complete.” Kiba murmured.
“Excellent!” Okuri shouted. “Order Daichi to inform Isamu that the Shogunate is ready to be claimed by its rightful owner. And make sure he uses those exact words. He’d be a liar otherwise.” Before they left, Kiba was stopped by Okuri’s hand. “What’s the matter with you? You’re acting stranger than usual. Are you nervous about the success of our plan?”
Kiba sighed, knowing there was nothing he could hide. “I was just thinking…wondering, really…if I’d be seeing Inuko again.”
Okuri lifted his hand. “Ask Daichi about it. Perhaps, if she has not become interested in some other man, you can pick up right where you left off.”
Daichi was reading the daily paper as Kiba slid the paper and wood fusuma door open. Closing it behind him, he announced “Okuri wants you to tell Isamu ‘that the Shogunate is ready to be claimed by its rightful owner.’ And he wants you to use those exact words.”
Daichi sighed before folding his newspaper and throwing it at Kiba. He then pulled a writing brush and pot of ink out from his desk. Grabbing the nearest piece of blank paper, he began to write his letter to the Shogun. “Blasted old fool. I still don’t understand why he insists we write letters to each other.” He realized this was Jun’s art brush, and quickly switched it with another. Jun was an artistic girl, but no one had ever seen her talent except him. “Well, it’s not like I’m going to be taking orders from him much longer.”
Kiba, who was on the second page of the newspaper, whispered “Think Inuko could come too?”
Daichi eyed the half demon disdainfully. “You really hurt her that night. She’s always been surrounded by boys. And I’ll bet she’s let herself fall victim to their lecherous ways….”
“HA! I don’t care how many boys I have to beat off her! I just want to see her and make her happy again….”
