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She hated him! He was a bad teacher and a cocky asswhole believing that he was better than anyone else! The contempt they felt for each other ruined the harmony of DSC, and Giyuú was getting impatient with her...
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Waking up alone was a luxury she didn't frankly have in the last two days. Even since they went on the mission together Giyuú kept a close eye on her to make sure she didn't "do stupid things" or it could be simply because he had a sadistic pleasure in torturing her. It's been two days since they arrived and he developed a taste for her that she wasn't too happy about. A shiver traveled down her spine as she warped the sheets around herself, the rough way he handled her in the bathhouse sent a cold chill when the memory resurfaced from the subconscious.
Giyuú was never that rough with her, not even in training. Even in the alleyway, he was a tad more gentle than in the bathhouse when he pushed her around and pulled her hair. She never saw that side of him, was it because she mentioned his dead sister? Or was it because she was masturbating? Why would he be mad because of that? It was none of his business what she did in a private space.
She hoped that one day in the future they would have separate bathrooms where men couldn't enter to hurt them. But that was probably impossible as most of the bathrooms and bathhouses were common use in Japan. And then again in her 20 and so years she never felt the need to touch herself, she only started doing it after they had sex. So, one could argue that it was Giyuú's fault that she was touching herself. He really scared her...
Where was he anyway? She questioned looking around, his travel bag was in the room, next to hers so were his pocket money and haori that were resting on her bare back. Clutching it to her body she walked into the changing chamber to put her kimono on. She had no idea where he was, but if he was hurt she needed to do the right thing and report it to master. It was only when she was face to face with the mirror, that she saw a small parchment tied with a red thread in her twisted hair.
Wha- she asks no one in peculiar undoing the thread, it was a small yellow with elegant writing on it,it was Giyuú's writing, she recognized the big curl he made on the W.
______________________________________ We are monitored by the demon, the best strategy is to talk through letters to not reveal our intentions. I am in the northwest part of town trying to get more info on it. You take the southeast and run to me the moment you see anything suspicious. DO NOT attempt to face it alone! You are in no condition to do that! Shall there be civilians around, you do all you can to evacuate them and try to find me. This demon just isn't like the others it won't come out unless you're weak or he's discovered. Get paper with you, well talk through letters. ______________________________________
Was that really the case? If so there was no reason to ponder over it. Her sandals made clicking noises on the wooden floor with each step the tranquility of the morning sun warming her face. It was mostly empty, the building that is, from what she heard the people of the village were out on the rice fields now that the demon issue was "fixed" and most of the district was happy to get out again.
From side to side, she heard happy whispers but kept a precautious gaze knowing that the real demon was still among them. From what Giyuú left in the note the demon was sneaky, watching them from the shadows, and if that was true why did he leave her alone? Wouldn't she, a slayer in training, be an easy prey for a demon? But then again the demon didn't know that.
