"No use of you running,
Or screaming and crying.
Cuz you've got a home, man,
As long as I've got mine."
("Going Up The Country," Canned Heat)
"What's all this?" Kaoru asked Lord Hiko
They'd loaded the ox cart that was to take them to Otsu with provisions for the new house: sacks of millet and brown rice, fresh cushions and futons, and bushels of charcoal pellets. The "all this" Kaoru referred to was a quilted cotton bag, a crate packed with shavings, and a silk pouch that stood out against the humdrum household goods like pearls among dried peas.
Lord Hiko smiled. "Wedding gifts," he said, gesturing for Kaoru to open them. Kaoru started with the silk pouch. "This is from Kohana-San."
Inside was a scroll with the tanka poem Kohana-San had composed on the night Kaoru met her written in faultless calligraphy."That was kind of her, Kaoru said. She hadn't expected Kohana-San to take her seriously when she said the poem should be a piece of calligraphy to hang on the wall.
Kaoru picked up the quilted cotton bag next. Judging by its size and shape, it contained a naginata."So you can practice," Lord Hiko said as Kaoru assembled and examined the weapon. It was shorter and lighter than most naginatas she'd used and better suited to her small, slight frame. "It'll keep you out of trouble."
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Death and the Maiden
FanfictionKaoru (17)- the spirited and willful daughter of a wealthy daimyo, and the niece of the powerful General Saito of Mibu. Being used as bargaining chip in the war between Mibu and Choshu. Wants to humiliate her childhood crush Yukishiro Enishi by publ...