Hayate Igarashi is a Tokyo rich kid who finds life extraordinarily boring, that is until his attention is gripped by the angel-faced Touma Kirigaya who ebbs him every time he looks at him. Why can's he forget about Touma?
Not only that, but one nig...
One evening in Autumn of 1539 Ryogetsu went riding on Ryuu's back to calm his mind. Being the clan head was not easy. It had been over a year now, but he still had trouble with his duty.
Since his youth, riding Ryuu had been a favourite past time of his, but his new responsibilities left little time for old hobbies.
It was neither too hot nor too cold. It was a prefect night.
Ryuu glid across the sky. The world looked small from up here. Ryogetsu felt the wind blow through his hair as Ryuu started his descent. He landed a few miles away from the village Ryogetsu wanted to go to. Ryuu dematerialised and Ryogetsu walked the rest of the way.
Ryuu scared most people, so Ryogetsu had to take pains to hide him from crowds. He could not exactly understand what scared them about Ryuu. The four Spirit Beasts could not feel the contempt. It was their Wielders that should be feared.
Ryogetsu arrived at the village. There were still people walking on the streets at the late hour. Ryogetsu liked this village due to the down-to-earth nature of the people who lived there. Most of the time they did not recognise him, and if they did, they would not acknowledge him. They went about their lives, day-to-day. Little ever changed here.
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There was an inn in this village that served Ryogetsu's favourite wine.
As he started toward the inn, he heard a horse screeching and then gallops that became harder and harder to hear. "You should not be here." he heard a man order, "The daimyo of these lands does not take kindly to your kind." Who was using his name as a threat?
"Who are you to say so?" Ryogetsu had turned the corner. He leaned against the wall that surrounded the village. His arms were crossed as he stared at three ronin who were ganging up on a single man. The man was clad in a black cloak. His face was covered with a hood.
The ronin turned to Ryogetsu. Two had already begun to unsheathe their swords, but the last seemed to recognise Ryogetsu. "Wait! You... You are Lord Naguchi, are you not?" Ryogetsu stared at them for a second before slowly nodding his head. The hands on the sword hilts dropped. The one who had recognised Ryogetsu, said, "We do not wish for any trouble, my lord."
"Then leave."
The ronin bowed their heads. As they went on their way one touched the shoulder of the cloaked man. "Luck is not on your side tonight, my friend."
As the ronin walked away Ryogetsu turned his eyes to the stranger in the black cloak. The man bowed his head. He pulled his hood lower as he did so. "Thank you for your assistance, my lord." Ryogetsu's eyes narrowed on him. There was something familiar to the sound of his voice.
Before the man could leave, Ryogetsu caught his arm. "They were about to rob you, were they not? I saved you, yet you will not even take off your hood to thank me. How rude." Ryogetsu had heard everything the ronin had said to this man, and he was by no means moronic. Ryogetsu also did not give even the slightest thought to courtesy. Under different circumstances he would not have cared that he never got to see the man's face.
