Donten ni Warau: They Carry Shadows

Cries of the Past

Soramaru walked into the house late at night. He loosened the tie that he had been wearing in accordance with his uncomfortable, Western clothes. Being the head of the household, he occasionally got asked to attend dinner parties or balls. He hated them, with a passion.

Back when Tenka was the head of the Kumou line, he complained about going to these sort of events. Now Soramaru could understand why completely. The attire was tight and restrictive, the conversation was dull, and he barely understood what to do. He also disliked the food, it was too extravagant. He felt that he could cook better meals at home. The only upside to this night's event was that Takeda was there representing the Yamainu.

At first, they tried to act formal, like all of the other guests. They failed miserably, after a few minutes. They couldn't physically spar or do much at the party, so they ended up insulting each other quietly, so not to draw attention. That got old after twenty minutes. Eventually, they just stood against a wall, staring at a clock and talking about anything that would pass time.

The second son of the cloud was immensely happy that it was over. He fixed himself some very late dinner, he hadn't eaten since noon. Suddenly, he heard a panicked, high pitched scream. Nishiki?!

He dropped his half finished dinner and raced to Nishiki's room. She was thrashing around in her sleep, tears raced down her face. Soramaru knelt down next to her, and gently shook her shoulders. "Nishiki! Nishiki!" He said in a soothing voice, shaking her gently. "It's okay. Wake up, you're fine."

Nishiki's eyes fluttered open and she bolted upright in response to his voice. Her breath came out in short, shallow gasps. She wiped her eyes as if she was trying to erase the shed tears. "You're okay." Soramaru said again. Nishiki stiffened.

"I'm fine, it was just a nightmare." She said stiffly.

Soramaru let his hands drop from her rigid shoulders. "Do you wanna tell me what happened in it? People say that talking about their dreams puts their minds at ease." Nishiki shook her head, there was no way she could confess her dream to Soramaru. She trusted him with her life, but the burden of her past was her's to carry alone."Okay." Soramaru said, looking her in the eyes. "But, if you ever want to talk about it, I'll be there. Good night."

He left Nishiki alone in the dark room. 'It was just a dream.' She reminded herself. That thought didn't bring her any comfort because she knew that her nightmare had been apart of her past. 'He'll be there', she thought. That did give her solace.

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