Sakiya Aikawa was a girl with tragedy flowing through her veins and fury muted beneath her skin. She was living proof that a shattered heart could still beat. She had spent her entire life chasing one purpose after another. She was not born strong...
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Sakiya sinks deeper into the hotspring as she allows the natural warmth to sooth her. After leaving Kagaya's house she didn't return to the butterfly mansion. Still upset, she decided something relaxing would help her ease out of her emotional turmoil and remembered the hot springs Shinobu and Mitsuri had taken her to.
So here she sits trying to clear her mind as the moonlight casts a soft glow over her and the night's ambiance plays around her like a song. Reaching out she skims her fingers across the calm waters and watches as it sends ripples across the top of it.
Her eyes lift from the water's reflection as she feels another presence approach the area and she sighs rising from the warm waters. Grabbing the kimono from the stand she wraps it around herself and glances over her shoulder and the serpent pillar standing there his gaze cold as he stares at her.
"Did they send you after me?" her voice comes out airy as she addresses him.
The man stays silent and her head tilts to the side curious now as to why he was here. "They didn't. You came here on your own volition. Why?" She turns her body so she fully faces him, violet meeting blue and gold.
"I want answers" Obanai finally speaks surprising the violet haired woman as his words spark a sense of deja vu from the time Akaza had tracked her down to this very place seeking answers as well. It seems the hot springs attracted those seeking the truth.
"I see. What answers do you seek that I could possibly give you?"
Obanai tightens his hands into fists at his side by her words. In his eyes this was a waste of time. Nothing that came from her lips could be trusted. Every word was tainted and he starts to question himself on why he even followed her here.
Maybe it was a sense of desperation. The master had said she was similar to him but no matter how much he tried to think of anything that they could possibly have in common his own beliefs shut it down refusing to have anything in common with a demon lover.
Maybe it was the desire to prove everyone wrong. If he put himself in a situation where they were alone. Where no one knew where they were and he dug to make her show her true self he could cut her down and boast about how he was right. How the demon loving women wasn't on their side. That she was just as much a demon as the ones she housed in the butterfly mansion.
