I got this Idea when my mom brought it up and a friend did FLAMES!!

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I ran outside into the rain, not caring how it soaked me. Clutching the book I received from my dear friend Yoshiro, pressing it to my chest protectively, not wanting it to get touched by the pouring rain falling heavily from the dark, grey sky above.

After reaching my master; Arabei Shishiro's mansion, I quickly slipped inside to the dry and warm hallway, decorated perfectly with bonsais and arranged flowers with little figurines set near them. Paintings hung in a very balanced fashion among the walls, creating a very pleasant aura.

Tiptoeing lightly on the hearthrugs, I managed to get to the servant's hallways before anyone noticed. Dripping wet, I ran to my room and secured the book under my mattress. Just as I smirked, thinking that no one noticed, my door slid open with a snap, my head snapped around to see whom it was.

"Where were you?" demanded the voice

"Master Shishiro!" I exclaimed, bowing my head instantly, fear swept through me, how did he know I left? I only left for a few minutes.

"The guard has informed about your return, I was hoping to give you the good news that you will be receiving."

His voice had softened, but I did not dare lift my head to see. Keeping my eyes shut and my face to the floor, bowing, showing my respect and my lower rank as a servant.

"You are turning 15 soon?"

"Yes." I replied, not moving anything else but my mouth.

"Then it is settled, I must find a man for you to marry. You are beautiful enough to make any man swoon, you are also one of the most dangerous young lady I've to mention that you have caused the murder of one of my soldiers when he was slightly drunk"

The memory of that day flooded into my mind.I guess Yoshiro couldn't keep it a secret himself.

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.3 years ago.

The day was raining as usual. The wet season had arrived. After returning from an errand, I had came back to the large lounge at my master's mansion to resume my work serving food and giving hospitality to the soldiers.

Just as I walked inside, already a bell has rung. One of the soldiers called for what they call "Room service" Such a ridiculous name, giving no respect to the servants for they take things they DID save them from being enslaved by the other emperor that now lies dead. It was always kill or be killed everyday.

"Tomoe! Could you get that?"

I swirled around to face my friend Misaki. Her black hair done in 2 buns to give her a child-like look that she always used to get soldiers to fall for her.

Misaki was 15, no longer a virgin. She did adultery when she found out the pay was higher. Though she still works for Master Shishiro, she get pays from soldiers in exchange for her use of her body for 1 night. She had long black hair and soft brown eyes. She was tall and poised, looked for work after her father died at war and her mother passed away from a very common cold disease. She had been an only child.

I, on the other hand have no idea what had happened in my life. Yoshiro, who was 10 one the time, found 8 year old me, lying in the snow with blood that wasn't mine drenched on my clothes. All I knew was that my name was Tomoe and faint memories of shadows that never relates to each other.

I'm 12 now, Brown haired that changes time to time in the sun (it never looks like the same color in the sun), green eyed and solitary. The only person I really talk to is Yoshiro. He is like an older brother for me, always watching my back and giving me advices. He also lends me books and other various objects for me to learn from.

"Misaki.I will not do your adultery work." I replied firmly.

She gave me a pleading look, "Please? I really don't want to let down this awfully cute soldier that promised to give me twice as much pay."

"No!" I said with a final tone and walked towards my room, still drenching wet.

Suddenly, I was lifted into the air and thrown to someone's back. My qipao flapped around my legs, exposing quiet a lot of my thigh.

"Let me go!" I shouted.

All I saw was the back of his head. Cursing that I had forgotten my hand knife in my room, I gave his head a whack. When I found out he barely flinched, I started trashing, hoping he would lose his grip.

But he merely tipped to the side, swaying as he 's drunk.

Drunk is never a good sign for are when the perverted soldiers are most dangerous to women.

"Let me go!" I yelled again, hoping anyone would hear.

After a while of walking in a swaying motion, he opened a door on his left and dropped me on the floor.

His face was red from many bottles of rice wine and his breath was as foul as a dumpster.

Standing up suddenly, I walked cautiously towards the door. Hoping his reaction would be luck; he grabbed my wrist and wrenched me back towards him. I thudded right to his chest, quickly pushing away as he was about to give me a hug.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" He is ?

The little voice inside my head caused me to be frustrated even more.

" me have for one."

I never let him finish his sentence; I had quickly sent a quick kick to his left temple, causing him to tip over how the hell you know my name? Hoping he would be unconscious, I darted towards the door, but fell as his sudden grip on my ankle held me like a shackle.

Kicking his face with my other foot, I tried to brake free. But he only grabbed my other foot.

After a hard struggle, he managed to get on top of me. Trying my hardest to break free, he only sat on my thighs to stop my thrashing and held my wrists with his hands.

I closed my eyes in anger. This is it.a damn drunken soldier got did you even think of leaving that knife back in your room! You're soooo stupid!

As he inched closer.I grew fear inside. Suddenly, his weight was thrown off me; I sat up in alarm, what's going on? My question was soon answered when I wrenched my eyes open.

I saw another man throwing my almost rapper to the wall. The rapist took out his sword and shakily brought it to my savior's chest.

But my savior was too quick, in one swift motion, he took out his sword and slashed at the other sword, causing it to hurl away, stuck on the floor a few centimeters from me. He then brought the sword in to the man's stomach and plunged right through him. Blood splattered in all directions, to the wall, his face and mine.

Drenched in blood, he turned to me. He was probably a year older than me, 13. He had soft brown eyes and light brown hair that reached to his nape. He was tall and lanky, his hair in his eyes. I had an urge to clear it so I would see his soft eyes again.

Get a grip! Don't get lost!

.whoops.

"Can you stand?" He asked softly.

I didn't reply, my mouth was dry, only little air noises escaped me. I tried to move my legs, but they won't respond, they were too shaky. My whole body could I trust you too? I asked mentally

He gave me a questioned look and stepped towards me, hoping I won't suddenly run away like a frightened critter.

With slow cautioned steps, he kneeled beside me, and then scooped me up easily. He gave me a reassuring smile and carried me all the way to he servant's hallway.

We encountered Misaki on the way, which widened her eyes as she traced down my savior's features. She then looked at me and whooped, then ushered both of us into a room at the end of the hallway.

He looked confused and gave Misaki a very weird glare. She only gave him a wink and said, "I'm always available if she doesn't work"

She made me want to jump out of his grip and strangle her while telling her it's not what it seems. What's wrong with you? Don't you see the blood!

"Er."

He looked at me quizzically and then pulled out one of the mattresses from the corner and laid it on the floor, then placed me on it.

He looked around for something, but didn't find it. Then he undid his strap of his haori and took it off.

Now he's going to rape me???!!!

I started to panic and whimper.

He noticed and gave me a did those soft eyes go?

He placed his haori on top of me and left me there, gaping at his back. Stupid! He was looking for a blanket!

I closed my eyes. Today was tiring, and I didn't want things to get worse.

My savior came back later, coming back with a bucket of water and cloth. He also had cleaned himself and changed his clothing.

I only blinked at him as he cleaned the blood on my body. Then he blushed deeply, threw me something, and looked away, still blushing.

I sat up and found out that he had thrown me a haori and a hakama. I looked at him quizzically .eh?

"I don't have any other clothing to offer." He replied, as if he read my mind.

I nodded and took of my qipao; slipping on the clothing he gave me. Fastening the hakama, I realized how big it was. It hung loosely on me, as if I was wearing something that belonged to my father.

"Thank you.I'm sorry I didn't trust you the first time."

"It is okay.I understand."

He then got up and walked slowly towards the door.

" am I going to return this to you?" I asked.

He shook his head and replied "It is no need of you to go to those troubles, your gratitude is enough, you may keep it if you wish, or throw it away. That belonged to my older brother who died at war.I want to forget him, for I need to concentrate on my job ...was. older brother." He choked out the last parts.

I could tell that his older brother wasn't just "an older brother"; I could feel his grief through his word. A droplet of water dropped to the floor in front of him, he had let a tear drop.a rule has been are to not have it gets in the way of your order.

"I'm sorry." I whispered...

He nodded and left the room. I could hear his running footsteps fainting away.

I told Yoshiro about all this after that, thinking on what I should do.

He only gave me a grin and left me dumbfounded.

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