It was another impulse again, you see. Another desire he had succumbed to without him realising it.

It came from an innocent comment. Something that could be brushed off in a moment's time. Something that no one would focus on that deeply.

But he had learned early on how some words could carry more than a few hidden meanings.

It started with a cake. From flavors to favorites to fruits to teas and coffees until it eventually led up to that one innocent comment.

"I hated cherries once. Ate a bad one when I was a kid. Master had to force me to puke it to save me." she laughed happily. "Took awhile before I started eating it again." she smiled.

"Wow, it must be that bad if even Fon had to make you puke." her childhood friend remarked with a touch of sympathy. Giving her a piece of his grape-flavored tart, the boy was able to change the topics back to which Nana's cooking tasted the best.

He was smiling when the kids talked about their childhood memories, but only a mind-reader would know the true horrors that runs in his own head at the time.

It took him nearly a month to track it down. The one responsible for I-pin's hatred for cherries, as well as the pain she went through from eating it. To use a child's innocence as a means to force her most treasured person at the time, her Master, to cooperate with them?

Unforgivable.

When the next meeting between the dons and donnas he's allied with were filled with whispers about the death of a very well-known assassin from China who died from poisoning, well, he would just smile like usual and eat the cherries I-pin gave to him.