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π‘Άπ’Œπ’‚π’†π’“π’Š

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"π΄π‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘Žπ‘™π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘”β„Žπ‘‘?" 𝐻𝑖𝑠 π‘£π‘œπ‘–π‘π‘’ π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘›π‘” π‘œπ‘’π‘‘, π‘€π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘Ÿπ‘–π‘’π‘‘. 𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 π‘€π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘ π‘œ 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝 π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ 𝑦𝑒𝑑, π‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘ π‘’π‘’π‘šπ‘’π‘‘ π‘‘π‘œ 𝑏𝑒 π‘Ž π‘ π‘‘π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘š 𝑖𝑛 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘š. π‘‡β„Žπ‘’ π‘‘π‘–π‘™π‘’π‘šπ‘šπ‘Ž π‘€π‘Žπ‘  𝑠𝑑𝑖𝑙𝑙 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’.

"𝐼 π‘Žπ‘š 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑒. π·π‘œπ‘›'𝑑 π‘€π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘Ÿπ‘¦." π‘†β„Žπ‘’ π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘ π‘ π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘‘ β„Žπ‘–π‘š. 𝐻𝑒 π‘π‘Žπ‘‘π‘‘π‘’π‘‘ β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ β„Žπ‘’π‘Žπ‘‘ π‘Žπ‘  π‘’π‘ π‘’π‘Žπ‘™, "π·π‘œπ‘›'𝑑 𝑏𝑒 π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘ β„Ž π‘™π‘–π‘˜π‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ π‘Žπ‘”π‘Žπ‘–π‘› π‘π‘™π‘’π‘Žπ‘ π‘’. 𝐼 π‘œπ‘›π‘™π‘¦ β„Žπ‘Žπ‘£π‘’ π‘œπ‘›π‘’ β„Žπ‘’π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘‘, π‘‘π‘œπ‘›'𝑑 𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑑 𝑔𝑒𝑑 π‘Ž π‘ π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘˜π‘’."

"𝐺𝑒𝑒𝑧, π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘‘π‘œπ‘›'𝑑 β„Žπ‘Žπ‘£π‘’ π‘‘π‘œ π‘€π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘Ÿπ‘¦ π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘šπ‘’." π‘†β„Žπ‘’ π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘™π‘™π‘’π‘‘ β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠.

"𝐡𝑒𝑑 𝐼 π‘‘π‘œ. 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝐼 π‘Žπ‘™π‘€π‘Žπ‘¦π‘  𝑀𝑖𝑙𝑙." 𝐻𝑖𝑠 π‘£π‘œπ‘–π‘π‘’ π‘€π‘Žπ‘  𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑙𝑒.
"π‘Šβ„Žπ‘¦..." π‘†β„Žπ‘’ π‘ π‘œπ‘’π‘›π‘‘π‘’π‘‘ π‘ π‘œ β„Žπ‘’π‘™π‘π‘™π‘’π‘ π‘ .

'𝐼𝑓 𝐼 𝑔𝑒𝑑 𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑑 π‘‘π‘œ 𝑖𝑑, 𝑖𝑑 𝑀𝑖𝑙𝑙 β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘‘ π‘šπ‘’ π‘Ž π‘™π‘œπ‘‘ π‘€β„Žπ‘’π‘› 𝐼 π‘Žπ‘š π‘Žπ‘™π‘œπ‘›π‘’ π‘Žπ‘”π‘Žπ‘–π‘›.'

"π΅π‘’π‘π‘Žπ‘’π‘ π‘’ 𝐼 π‘π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’. π‘‡β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘'𝑠 π‘€β„Žπ‘¦." πΆπ‘Žπ‘šπ‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘Žπ‘›π‘ π‘€π‘’π‘Ÿ.

'𝐼𝑓 𝐼 𝑔𝑒𝑑 𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑑 π‘‘π‘œ π‘‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ π‘π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’, β„Žπ‘œπ‘€ 𝑀𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝐼 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒?' π‘†β„Žπ‘’ π‘™π‘Žπ‘šπ‘’π‘›π‘‘π‘’π‘‘ 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ β„Žπ‘’π‘Žπ‘‘.

"π‘Œπ‘œπ‘’ π‘‘π‘œπ‘›'𝑑 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 π‘‘π‘œ π‘€π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘Ÿπ‘¦ π‘Žπ‘π‘œπ‘’π‘‘ 𝑖𝑑. 𝐽𝑒𝑠𝑑 𝑏𝑒 π‘ π‘Žπ‘“π‘’, π‘œπ‘˜π‘Žπ‘¦?" 𝐻𝑖𝑠 π‘€π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘š β„Žπ‘Žπ‘›π‘‘π‘  π‘π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’π‘ π‘ π‘’π‘‘ β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ β„Žπ‘’π‘Žπ‘‘ π‘ π‘œπ‘“π‘‘π‘™π‘¦.

𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑛 π‘‘β„Žπ‘œπ‘’π‘”β„Ž β„Žπ‘’ π‘œπ‘“π‘‘π‘’π‘› π‘π‘Žπ‘‘π‘‘π‘’π‘‘ β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ, π‘ β„Žπ‘’ π‘“π‘œπ‘’π‘›π‘‘ π‘›π‘œπ‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘›π‘” π‘€π‘’π‘–π‘Ÿπ‘‘ π‘Žπ‘π‘œπ‘’π‘‘ 𝑖𝑑. π‘ˆπ‘›π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿ π‘œπ‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘π‘–π‘Ÿπ‘π‘’π‘šπ‘ π‘‘π‘Žπ‘›π‘π‘’π‘ , π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘ π‘œπ‘› π‘€π‘œπ‘’π‘™π‘‘ 𝑏𝑒 π‘π‘œπ‘›π‘ π‘–π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘‘ π‘Ž π‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘’π‘, π‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘Ž π‘”π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘œπ‘šπ‘’π‘Ÿ. 𝐡𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 π‘“π‘Žπ‘π‘’π‘‘ π‘€π‘–π‘‘β„Ž π‘π‘œπ‘‘β„Ž π‘œπ‘“ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘š π‘Ž π‘™π‘œπ‘‘ π‘œπ‘“ π‘‘π‘–π‘šπ‘’π‘  𝑖𝑛 β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘—π‘œπ‘π‘ , π‘ β„Žπ‘’ π‘›π‘’π‘£π‘’π‘Ÿ π‘“π‘œπ‘’π‘›π‘‘ π‘Žπ‘›π‘¦ π‘œπ‘“ π‘‘β„Žπ‘œπ‘ π‘’ π‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘ π‘‘π‘–π‘π‘  𝑖𝑛 β„Žπ‘–π‘š.

𝐼𝑛 π‘“π‘Žπ‘π‘‘, β„Žπ‘’ π‘œπ‘›π‘™π‘¦ π‘ β„Žπ‘œπ‘€π‘’π‘‘ β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘˜π‘–π‘›π‘‘π‘›π‘’π‘ π‘ . π‘ˆπ‘›π‘π‘œπ‘›π‘‘π‘–π‘‘π‘–π‘œπ‘›π‘Žπ‘™ π‘π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’, π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘™π‘œπ‘£π‘’, 𝑖𝑓 π‘ β„Žπ‘’ π‘‘π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’π‘‘ π‘‘π‘œ π‘Žπ‘ π‘ π‘’π‘šπ‘’. 𝐻𝑒 π‘™π‘œπ‘£π‘’π‘‘ β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘™π‘–π‘˜π‘’ β„Žπ‘–π‘  π‘β„Žπ‘–π‘™π‘‘. πΏπ‘–π‘˜π‘’ π‘ β„Žπ‘’ π‘€π‘Žπ‘  β„Žπ‘–π‘  π‘šπ‘–π‘ π‘ π‘–π‘›π‘” π‘β„Žπ‘–π‘™π‘‘.

Otome opened her eyes softly, and saw a colourful roof, and a maiden beside her.
"Ah, she is awake, Kusuriuri-san."

Otome could hear soft footsteps approach her side. Kusuriuri knelt beside her and took her pulse.

"You seem stable now." he sighed inaudibly. Otome grinned, "I won't die that easily."
"Shut up. You nearly died, and definitely would have if not for my earrings." his tone was sharp and laced with anger.

Otome unconsciously moved her hand towards her earrings, "These are protection charms?"
"Yes. They heal injuries made by Mononokes." he started to look for medicines to give her.

Otome looked at her completely healed hands, "I see. They will come in handy. Let me keep them for now." She grinned.

Kusuriuri looked at her from the corner of his eyes, "You should. You will need it since you will be travelling with me. Also, no more risking your own life."

It didn’t sit well with him.

The other girl turned to the door, "I will inform the others." saying that, she left the room.

"Are we still in their house?" Otome questioned as she sat up, but as soon as she did, she felt a sharp pain in her body, "Ah!"
"Don’t move rashly. Your body is yet to be adjusted to the sudden healing." Kusuriuri hurriedly motioned her to lay down. Otome shook her head, "We need to go. It's not convenient if we stay here. I am alright."

"Stop putting others before yourself all the time. You are an assassin, learn to be more cruel instead. Goodness." he huffed.

Otome's lips twisted into a dark smile, "I can be cruel beyond your imagination if I want to. Don’t make the mistake of provoking me."

Kusuriuri didn’t say anything in return to that except for sighing. Of course he knew that she could be cruel and dangerous if need be. But this habit of hers, he couldn’t understand why she was being like this.

To him, nonetheless. He just wasn’t used to it. He had women fawning over him. That was a different thing. It was physical attraction. But she wasn’t one of them. And yet, there were times she showed care for him, like the time before. Kusuriuri didn’t have friends. He never bothered with such things. Neither romance nor friendship was something he needed for his exorcisms, his sole reason for existing. Was she a friend to him?

This child, she knew what his position was and yet-

"What are you thinking so deeply?" The said child asked with a grin.
"How do you know that I am thinking about something?" Kusuriuri asked instead, since he usually had a poker face and most people couldn’t understand his thought process.

"It's written all over your face." she pointed out a finger towards him. He shook his head, "You are just good at reading people."
"So you know the answer, why did you ask me instead?" she raised an eyebrow.

He didn’t answer her this time, so she asked another question, "How old are you, by the way?"

Kusuriuri's lips formed a smile, visible through his purple paint, "Take a guess."
"Probably old enough to be my father." she shrugged.

Kusuriuri couldn’t help laughing, "I am an old man, yes." he didn’t continue this topic anymore as he brought out a medicine, "Drink it, you'll need it."
"So you are not gonna say the exact number, old man?" she purposefully tried to irk him off, eyeing the medicine before taking it.

"No." he answered straight forward. There was no need for her to know how old of a soul he actually was. "Old man" was enough, he didn’t want her to call him something else after knowing his mental age.

She smiled, "Well then, I will be counting on you, Ji ji."

[Ji ji means old man.]

Kusuriuri raised an eyebrow, "Do you really have to call me that?"
"Are you not one?"
"Doesn’t mean you have to call me that."

Otome couldn’t hold in her chuckle, "Why not?"
"But why though?"
"But why not?"

Kusuriuri's eyes narrowed, "I wouldn’t want people to think I am one."
Otome kept her smirk and raised one of her eyebrows again, "Why not?"
"I have my reasons." he huffed.

Otome shrugged, "Get women?"
"Shush."
"So it’s true."
"At least I can get what I want with my charms."
"Wow, womanizer much."
"Well, I have to at times. Not just women at that." this time, he was the one who shrugged.

Otome puffed out some air, "Well, I can understand that. I have to do things like that for my job as well."

"So you do get it. Now shush. Rest for now." he stood up and left the room slowly.

Otome didn’t say anything more and let him go. She knew Kusuriuri needed space for himself too.

Kusuriuri came downstairs to Nene who was fixing some flowers in a vase, "She is awake. We will be leaving after she is stable enough physically to go."

Nene nodded her head and smiled, "Thank goodness."

Kusuriuri had to agree with her as he nodded, "Kayo-san left, right?"

"Yes. A while ago. She waited for a while for her to wake up, but it was too late for her to stay any longer."

"I see."

Nene remembered the last conversation they had for a split second.

"π»π‘Žπ‘  π‘ β„Žπ‘’ π‘€π‘œπ‘˜π‘’π‘› 𝑒𝑝?" πΎπ‘Žπ‘¦π‘œ π‘“π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘€π‘›π‘’π‘‘ π‘Žπ‘  π‘ β„Žπ‘’ π‘žπ‘’π‘’π‘ π‘‘π‘–π‘œπ‘›π‘’π‘‘.
"π‘π‘œ." 𝑁𝑒𝑛𝑒 π‘€π‘Žπ‘  π‘’π‘žπ‘’π‘Žπ‘™π‘™π‘¦ π‘€π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘Ÿπ‘–π‘’π‘‘.

"π‘†β„Žπ‘’ π‘ π‘’π‘’π‘šπ‘’π‘‘ π‘‘π‘œ 𝑏𝑒 π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘™π‘™π‘¦ π‘π‘Žπ‘‘π‘™π‘¦ π‘–π‘›π‘—π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘‘. 𝐼 π‘€π‘œπ‘›π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿ π‘€β„Žπ‘’π‘› π‘ β„Žπ‘’ 𝑀𝑖𝑙𝑙 π‘€π‘Žπ‘˜π‘’ 𝑒𝑝." πΎπ‘Žπ‘¦π‘œ π‘™π‘œπ‘œπ‘˜π‘’π‘‘ π‘‘π‘œπ‘€π‘› π‘‘π‘œ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘£π‘–π‘π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘“π‘™π‘œπ‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘ π‘Žπ‘‘π‘™π‘¦, "πΎπ‘’π‘ π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘– π‘ π‘’π‘’π‘šπ‘’π‘‘ π‘€π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘Ÿπ‘–π‘’π‘‘ π‘ π‘–π‘π‘˜ π‘Žπ‘π‘œπ‘’π‘‘ β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ. 𝐼 π‘‘π‘œπ‘›'𝑑 π‘π‘™π‘Žπ‘šπ‘’ β„Žπ‘–π‘š. πΉπ‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘š π‘€β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ 𝐼 π‘ π‘Žπ‘€..."

𝑁𝑒𝑛𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑑 π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘“π‘’π‘‘π‘’ β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ. π‘‡β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ π‘”π‘–π‘Ÿπ‘™, π‘ β„Žπ‘’ π‘π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘‘π‘’π‘π‘‘π‘’π‘‘ π‘ π‘œπ‘šπ‘’π‘œπ‘›π‘’ 𝑒𝑙𝑠𝑒 π‘“π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘š 𝑔𝑒𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 π‘π‘œπ‘ π‘ π‘’π‘ π‘ π‘’π‘‘ 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 π‘Žπ‘‘ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘π‘œπ‘ π‘‘ π‘œπ‘“ β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘ π‘’π‘™π‘“.

"𝐼 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 π‘‘π‘œ π‘”π‘œ π‘›π‘œπ‘€. 𝐼𝑑'𝑠 𝑔𝑒𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 π‘™π‘Žπ‘‘π‘’. π‘‡β„Žπ‘’π‘¦ 𝑀𝑖𝑙𝑙 π‘Žπ‘™π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘‘π‘¦ 𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑑 π‘€β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ β„Žπ‘Žπ‘π‘π‘’π‘›π‘’π‘‘. π΄π‘›π‘¦π‘šπ‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ 𝐼 𝑀𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 π‘π‘’π‘›π‘–π‘ β„Žπ‘’π‘‘. 𝐺𝑖𝑣𝑒 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘š π‘π‘œπ‘‘β„Ž π‘šπ‘¦ π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘”π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘‘π‘ ." πΎπ‘Žπ‘¦π‘œ π‘ π‘šπ‘–π‘™π‘’π‘‘ π‘šπ‘’π‘™π‘Žπ‘›π‘β„Žπ‘œπ‘™π‘–π‘π‘Žπ‘™π‘™π‘¦ π‘Žπ‘  π‘ β„Žπ‘’ π‘ π‘Žπ‘–π‘‘ π‘‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘.

𝑁𝑒𝑛𝑒 π‘Žπ‘ π‘ π‘’π‘šπ‘’π‘‘ π‘ β„Žπ‘’ π‘€π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘π‘’π‘‘ π‘‘π‘œ π‘šπ‘’π‘’π‘‘ πΎπ‘’π‘ π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘– π‘π‘’π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘”π‘œπ‘–π‘›π‘”, 𝑏𝑒𝑑 π‘ π‘–π‘‘π‘’π‘Žπ‘‘π‘–π‘œπ‘› π‘π‘Žπ‘™π‘™π‘’π‘‘ π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘Ž π‘‘π‘–π‘“π‘“π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘›π‘π‘’.

Kusuriuri walked towards the room Otome was in, and stopped near the entrance. He found himself frowning over the past events. He didn’t want something like that to repeat again. Thankfully, the earrings he gave to her would protect her.

Otome was a strange girl. She was an assassin, a killer, and yet, she seemed to...

The said girl called out to him, "Are we leaving?"

Kusuriuri glared at her, "Didn’t I tell you to rest?"
Otome's lips curled up slightly, "I have rested enough. Let's go."

Kusuriuri noticed she was quite eager to leave, which he asked on, "Why do you wanna leave this place so much?"

"It's not convenient for you to stay in one place, is it?" She looked at him with a hint of something deeply buried in her maroon eyes. Kusuriuri wanted to gauze them out. He wanted to gauze those eyes out and see what secrets they held behind.

"Since I am travelling with you," she continued, "I shouldn’t cause you trouble." she looked down at the wooden sturdy floor.

"Do you think you haven’t caused any trouble for me yet?" He sarcastically asked as he scoffed.

Otome snorted, "Well, since I am, I don’t wanna cause more trouble."

The older man sighed, "You are really going to give me a headache. I will get old soon."
"Aren't you old already?" she remarked, grinning brightly.

"Yes, but you will make me end up looking old, which I don’t yet." he frowned worriedly as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

Otome pffed out a laugh, "Serves you right. Going after young women like that."
"Excuse you, I don’t have any feelings for any women I have seen. And I don’t go after them either." Kusuriuri felt offended.

"Well, good for you I guess." she showed a toothy smile.

Kusuriuri didn’t say anything more as he went inside to pack his belongings. Otome walked inside with him, "Let me help-"
"No."
"But-"
"No."

Otome pouted, "Oh come on. I am fine."

Kusuriuri gave her a stern look, "I said no and that's the end of it."

Otome knew better than to push him on this matter any longer.

She seemed to notice the guard getting adjusted. Before he used to be alert with her most of the time. From the bad vibes he got from her, she assumed. She didn’t blame him, Otome knew herself well enough to understand why he was closed off to her.

Something had shifted after the recent incidents though. He seemed to be slightly.....displeased? Protective? She couldn’t put it in words.

She couldn’t often understand this man, which was interesting to her, as there hasn’t been a situation where she failed to read the room and the people inside in a very long time.

'Even back then-'

Kusuriuri noticed her lost in thoughts again and asked, "What's wrong?"
Otome shook her head, "It’s nothing."

Kusuriuri picked up his huge box, his icy blue eyes looking bored as usual, "We are leaving then."

Otome turned around as she stepped outside, "Let's go then."

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