It seems you hadn‘t had any rest my friend. I believed that I had warned you about the needing rest for the next trip. You may not realize it yet, but every trip drains energy from your reserves. Trust me when I say that you will feel the drain when we return later today. Fine, don’t believe me. It’s your own fault if you collapse and I am forced to return you here early. I already know what happens, but you don’t.

Come on my friend. We have not all day. Hurry and get dressed so as we can leave right away. Fine I’ll turn away. Are you happy now? Good... You’re wearing that? I’m just kidding! I thought you could take a joke every now and then...Okay, are you ready now? You are? Then good, I won’t have to deal with you anymore in this time.

...Yes, that was another joke. Yes ... I don’t make the normal kind of punch line jokes. Yes, I must kid around in a sarcastic manner in a way. Look, can ye just hold off on the questions for when we return? We have to get back there before we miss the highlight of the trip for today. Let’s just go now.

Back again to the time forgotten...

Back...

Back...

Too far back! A bit forward!

That's better... No, I won’t answer your question on how we can go too far back. I just don’t feel like it, okay? Whatever, I am not in the mood right now. There are our two stars over there. Okay... maybe we should turn our heads for a few minutes. When I said a few minutes I didn’t mean in a few minutes. Turn your head now!

Okay it should be safe to look again. What’s with the smirk on your face? Oh. I get it. You didn’t turn around like I had said. You are such a pig at times that it’s not even somewhat mildly entertaining. Okay now just shut up and we can both listen in on what’s going on finally. I said shush damn it!

“I’m bored,” says the small red head while on her back staring into the skies. She doodles into the air with her fingers and bounces her feet up and down constantly.

Kuriko stares and watches Miyako’s constant fidgeting. Her right eye goes into a slight tick, twitching in her annoyed state. As 5 minutes pass of the same thing, Kuriko cant take it anymore. She grabs a small dagger from the folds of her shirt and throws it at Miyako’s foot.

Of course we know that Miyako is demon, and even if she doesn’t look it, is smarter than she lets on. She sees the dagger being thrust towards her foot and moves it quickly, grabbing the dagger with her hand. She turns her head ever so slightly to look at Kuriko, eyes filled with anger, glaring at the ningen. “What was that for?!” She practically yells, hinting a will to spill blood in her voice.

Kuriko just stares back not affected by the death glare. “That is simple kijo. Your constant fidgeting had gotten on my last nerves. If you’re so damn bored why not just leave to do something?”

Miyako bears her eyes into Kuriko’s. Seconds later, a smirk plays her lips. “Good idea... Though I could have done without the ‘kijo’ remark.” She stops to hear a grunt from Kuriko before continuing. “Right... So how about we pass the time with a little break in. There lies a lord’s home not far from here.”

Kuriko drops her glare and searches into Miyako’s mind through her eyes. Trying to figure out if the demon was serious. Which there was no doubt of now. That look is one of determination, sincerity, and boredom. Kuriko lets out a sigh and gets up. She goes over and picks up her dagger that she threw at Miyako. She looks out at the scene before them for a few minutes to turn back to the small one with a smirk. They share each other’s glances for a few minutes.

Okay this is something I don’t recall happening in the legends. The scriptures mention the two doing great things. Not them being thieves. When this visit is over, I’m thinking of leaving you alone for a week from this place, till the past... Calms down I should say. No, this is not a joke. It is because the past has become more unpredictable than it should be that I have made my decision. No, you don’t have any say in this my friend.

The rest of the day goes to Kuriko and Miyako planning out the course of their pass by raid. They go over the lord’s security on the lands. Then when they figure out how to bypass the security, they check to see where most likely the best stuff would be held. It’s not long for those two when night casts its blanket on the lands.

Running across the barren fields, two figures cut across to the back of a young lord’s lands. One figure is cast in all white, with silver hair flowing back in the wind caused from her running. The other figure is cast in all earth tones. Blending into the night clad darkness. Skirting around the posts of guards as they knew would be, and they enter over a wall of brick.

The earth-toned woman speaks softly to the one in white. “You and your kind always seem to show off like that...”

The kitsune looks at the ningen with a smirk on her face. “It’s our nature. You can’t do anything about it. So you might as well stop complaining about it.” She gives a smirk and slips around the corner. She sees two guards at their posts.

One of the guards looks to his left. Just in time to see a tail swish back around the nearest corner. Softly he nudges his partner and nods over to the corner. Catching the hint they place hands on hilts and quietly and cautiously walk to the corner. One guard stops and leans against the wall, waving slightly to the other to keep going. The partner keeps walking on guard. Once reaching past the corner a green whip goes around his throat.

Ready for something like that to happen, the back up slashes vertically at the whip. It breaks and causes the partner to fall to the ground, holding his neck. Apparently thorns rest in the whip, thusly digging into the throat. The back up guard doesn’t get a chance to check up on the other. A blade goes right through his aorta. Blood spurting from both sides of his upper body. A cough purges a tidal wave of crimson liquid across the marble floor. The stained red crystal blade twisting the guard’s organs like a fork in a spaghetti dish. Ripping apart the lungs into ribbons with the beating heart spilling out the tomato sauce.

“Never thought a ningen like you would be so brutal in what should be a quick kill.” The white and foreign blood stained woman says to the earth clad one. Much less with a smirk, playing her lips with her partner’s mind.

“I do what I must in order to get the job done. Making sure that it is thoroughly completed...” The earth-clad woman says in an almost mono-toned voice. Her eyes are staring into the red and white clad partner.

Five minutes pass as the two keep their gazes locking on each other. Their gazes only breaking upon the sound of alarm horns ringing in their ears. They blink at each other and share a dangerous smirk. They both go down the hall that was guarded before. The guard with the slashed throat stares at the tokozu’s run past his post. They split up at the first fork in the halls. The white-clad woman going towards where the guards would be coming from to get the trespassers. The earth towards where they plan to find the best treasures.

Now my friend, you are to be given a choice. Either to check on one of the women then switch to the other later, or stay watching just one of them. You’re sure about that? No, I’m not judging your opinions. Just making sure you have thought it through completely before making your choices. So stay on the white-clad and blood stained woman. What do you mean ‘who exactly is she’? It’s so obvious; I am not going to even bother in answering that question.

The white-clad figure with the blood of someone foreign. Dripping off of her curvaceous hips and breasts runs down the hall. Each stride shows the draping cloth shimmer though the crimson stained flap against her smooth calves. Each step brought a soft tap of her soft-soled boots against the black, white and tan marble. A thorn bush twig comes out of her hair, placed delicately, yet dangerously, in her left hand. She comes up to the first flank of guards. Four guards, not much of a challenge for the white-clad demon.

Now my friend, here is where you were confused most likely. When she ‘magically’ had a rose come out of her hair into her hand. It’s a special feature about kitsune's, fox demons. It is common for them to have a ‘affinity’ for plants and also snow, or ice. See, about sixty percent of known kitsune’s had a special way with plants. What do I mean by special way?

Well energy signatures in demons, youki, can synchronize with an element. It’s possible for humans to do as well, but with youkai, it’s more a natural thing that gets honed than an ability that was discovered and trained. So it is possible for someone, like fox demons, to keep a seed in their hair and whip it out in a full blossom. Then... Well I will leave you to figure out the rest on your own. Based on what you witness.

Standing proudly before the guards, the kitsune smirks. She waves her left arm out at the guards. The twig, as it is swung, elongates to 9 feet. Green accompanied by brown and black thorns. Whipping across the front flank of the four guards, the whip slashes through the spinal chord. Just like a heated knife cutting through butter that’s been left outside in seventy-degree weather.

With guards one and two on the ground in 6 pieces, guard three slashes at the whip with his sword diagonally. From behind, the final guard, guard four comes at the youkai. As guard three grabs one of his fallen partners sword, guard four takes out a mamori satsu, or in English a paper charm or talisman, and places it on the base of the kitsune’s neck. Upon putting the mamori satsu in effect, the guard speaks out boldly, “akuteibu ka!” Ready for the result.

Cackling around the white body, the demonic woman fall to the ground on her knees. With every movement the energy enters her and administers a considerable amount of pain. Her eyes glance over to the guard that placed the paper charm on her. “A capture talisman, I would have expected something of more... Class.”

In some anger, guard four kicks the white-clad demon in the stomach, bringing her to the side. He motions to guard three to finish her off. “I will go after this ones friend. Also, it would be wise if you finished this abomination off quickly. Those charms do not last long on its kind.”

After receiving a nod from guard three, the other walks off into the direction the youkai came from. Almost knowing where her friend would be. Guard three glares maliciously at the silver haired person. “My first night call ever and I get to have some fun. Can anyone else ask for more?”

The white-clad one glares up at the guard. “Yeah. The chance to live through your first call. Your friend won’t last much longer and this talisman does not hold power over me”

Guard three lets out a great laugh. Leaning against the wall he steadies himself, the tips of the two swords against the ground as support. The demon scoffs and gets up, cackling energy from the akuteibu ka surging around her. As if it was nothing, she casually puts her hand to the base of her neck and rips off the talisman. The cackling dissipates and the kijo looks angry. Her image seems to be alleviating as it fades into the air like a mist. Guard three mutes his laughter and frantically looks about. He steps over to the center of the hall and spins around. Feeling a tap on his shoulder, he stiffens and slowly turns his head. He sees the eyes of an angry creature staring down at him. He tries to run out of her line of fire, but fails.

After two steps, a green blade is felt against his neck. Though not resting. It keeps going through from his right side. Cutting into his dry and calloused skin. He feels drenched in hot water. Looking down quickly he sees that he is stained in blood that is not the enemies. The blade continues its glide. Severing the spinal chord in its passing, the blade of grass finishes up its sweep on the left of the guard. The holder of the sword looks down to the ground. A stare from the guard of some shock is returned with her own cold glare.

The sound of splashing is heard as the once white-clad women as she walks past her latest victim. Now what once was white is now stained forever more in the blood of others. Remorse is something foreign to her face and eyes, and remains to be unseen. She heads back to where she and her partner split up. Enemies no longer are appearing at her feet. She comes up to where the earth-clad woman plunged her katana through one of the guard’s chests. Looking a bit forward, she sees her own work. The other guards now dead from drowning in his own blood.

Soft footsteps are heard. The youkai turns with a smirk. From around the corner her friend walks, with a pouch in her hand that would reach to her knees when placed on the ground, slung over her right shoulder. Gaining support from her back. The earth-clad ningen looks at her comrade. “Well, I see that you had quite an amount of fun. Don’t know why you let that other guard pass you over and reach me though.”

“I can’t be the only one to have some entertainment, now can I? So I let one go by and come to you. I knew you could have handled it on your own.” The women share smirks of pride and leave the young lords lands.

Dawn creeps upon the two as they finally reach their camp again. Miyako looks over at the now sleeping Kuriko. Miyako was now relaxed in some more casual attire, returning to her fire headed child form. She looks into the large pouch of their hard-earned treasures. Her eyes light up as glimmers of gems and such fill the bag.

Okay I told you after some time you would feel the strain of coming here. Now I think its time to return to your time. I suggest you take a day off from whatever it is that you do and recuperate. So, now feeling very repetitive, we return back...

Back...

Back...

To your home which now seems very pleasant to your eyes. It was just a guess I assure you! I do not read into peoples minds I’ll have you know. I do have some decency, unlike you. Yes I’ll leave you to rest now. Goodbye my friend. I will return in a week or so as I had said.