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Yep. It's short and random, but I wrote it. cool

The biwa was playing in the gentle atmosphere. Young women in kimonos scurried about, and Miharu walked with a quick pace through them.
She turned a corner, and a tall, strong man with fox-like ears and a tail stood directly before her.
There was a small pause, and Miharu didn't speak, but looked up at him with fearful eyes. Slowly, the man smiled broadly.
Miharu made a sort of sigh of relief, and out of the blue, flung out her arms and embraced him.

"What's she planning on naming her?"
"Dunno. Probably after you."
"Ha! I'd like to see the day..."
They both sat side-by-side, their backs against the wall directly next to a thin paper door. Women had stopped rushing in and out as they had a few hours before, and occasionally a girl would come out to retrieve a fresh towel.
"How's Matsui feel about it? He's not even here yet," Miharu asked, rubbing the back of her neck in fatigue and slight exhaustion.
Yamato shook his head and shrugged.
"He doesn't even know that she had the baby. He's in Edo with Takumi-sensei."
Miharu turned her head and looked at him with shock and disgust.
"He left his pregnant wife behind? That doesn't sound like something he would--"
"A lot has changed since you left," he inturrupted, turning his head away.
Miharu looked at him for a moment. She was about to speak, when a young woman came out from the paper door and kneeled to them.
The woman said something in Japanese, and Miharu replied with a smile. The woman bowed her head and walked away.
"What'd she say?"
"Kumiko-chan is fine, and so is the child, but we can't see her tonight," she said swiftly. She moved to stand up, but his strong hand clamped on her shoulder.
"Good," he said with a grin, "Because we need to speak."
She looked at him curiously, recognizing his tone, then tilted her head to look over his shoulder to see if anyone was nearby.
"Yes?"
"I killed a man today."
"'Kay. =x"
"Be serious. It was someone you knew."
o__o
"Ikumi. The sword-maker."
Miharu's eyes went wider, and a sharp sound as loud as a bullet being shot echoed through the halls.
A throbbing red handprint appeared on Yamato's cheek. The force had thrown his jaw back.
Miharu looked at him in utter anger. Her hand was still outward, and she slowly clenched it into a fist in frustration.
"You stupid, stupid animal! What reason could you possibly have...?"
"He sent out a hit on you," he said, turning his head back with serious golden eyes.
There was a moment of silent as the shock set into Miharu.
"What?"
"He was outraged to hear that the sword he had crafted was no longer being used to defend the Clan, and he sent out ninja to threaten and kill you, and bring back your katana to him."
Miharu scoffed and laughed, shaking her head.
"Pompous b*****d..."
"When you told me a few weeks ago about the threat, I made no hesitation to take his head. You have not betrayed the Clan, Miharu, you have freed yourself from it."
Miharu smiled at him, then looked down between them.
"Is this all?"
"Not quite," he said, raising an eyebrow, "This can be avoided. You can't expect me to protect you all the time--"
Miharu sprouted a giant red anime vein and clenched her fist up in the air threateningly. Yamato sprouted a rather large sweatdrop and cowered chibi-style.
"Okay, okay, sorry...as I was saying...this cannot happen again. It is making us look bad and we're doing our best to stop it. But..."
He rubbed his forehead.
"...you must obey what I'm going to tell you."
Miharu relaxed and nodded, and listened to his words.
"Lay low for a while. Don't go to the Marketplace as much, they usually swarm around there. And stay with a friend for a while, your home isn't as safe either..."
"I've been staying with a friend," Miharu grinned, looking away as if concealing an amusing secret.
There was a pause, and Yamato looked away casually.
"Don't play secrets. It's that demon man. His scent is so thick on you I could smell it before you turned the corner."
Miharu's eyes turned to little anime dots, and she sprouted a huge sweatdrop. Yamato continued as if nothing was said.
"And hide that sword of yours for dear life if you value it in any shape or fashion. If that is stolen and sold around, they can target you."
He looked up at her with a concerned face.
"I have and will always consider you to be the closest thing to family I will ever have, probably ever in my life. The last thing I want is for you to be taken out by a rogue ninja in your slumber because of a medeocer grudge."
Miharu nodded again, deeply satisfied with the compliment.
"Alright then."
Yamato stood up and stretched, ending with a yawn.
"And whatever child you've been near lately, avoid that as well. We've been training children in the clan, and they can be sent as spies."
Miharu looked up at him with a puzzled look.
"I haven't been near a child lately. o.o"
"Hm..." Yamato said, looking over at her, "The scent of a child is thicker on you than the aura of that man."
There was a moment of silence. This one was blank to Miharu, then gripped her heart and her pupils went small. Yamato, in an attempt to avoid it, shrugged and turned to walk away. Miharu grabbed his shirt from behind.
"Yamato..."
He closed his eyes, then turned around and looked her dead in the eyes, mournful, yet generously. Miharu felt a knot in her stomach.

That night, she returned to her home, other than her lover's. She looked out her window at the deep-set moon and stars, and a tear slid down her cheek as she smiled to herself, utterly afraid.

:0~
The End.
Comment on my pregnant-ness, please. :3
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