The Memory Of Heavenly Hymn
13. The Sandiwara Curtain
“It's time for Dad to rest, now it's my turn to manage.”
“You must get married first.”
“Not before Dad diverts all properties on my behalf. I want to impress my women even more for having my own possessions, not propping up on the parents.”
“It wasn't like that all this time?”
“That's because Dad was actually still reluctant to let go, ‘kan?”
Returning the question made Katsuo hesitant to get his wish, although slowly explaining that the time for the father's foot barges, was instead heard affirming as a demand. Fusae's only son held his breath at the ruckus that accompanied his father's statement. He was confused because the old man showed a mediocre reaction. Did he not realize that he was stashed in his sentence or that he had been fooled by pretense?
“You look a lot like me when you hook someone, Katsuo...”.
Katsuo hates to hear it, but keeps his eyes on the movements of his father turning off the cigars on the ashtray, and letting the smoke blend into the scent of lavender candles. Smell mixing is very disturbing, and damages his sense of smell. But it must remain there whatever the risks include getting his heart crushed because he wants to shout hatred.
His father walked towards the bamboo painting and the black and white grass hanging in the corner of the room, then grabbed him. He looked strange because he only saw the wall behind it, but the father pressed the wall, and his hand penetrated. The head of the family again occupied his seat and brought some documents without leaving his arrogant nature, “scrub ink stones for me,” his word, and as a son, Katsuo immediately moved closer to obeying.
In the midst of rubbing the ink stone, his mind was still astonished by his father's behavior, how could the dense wall be penetrated? Obviously it was an illusion, but for the Fusae clan it was not capable enough to use it. An outsider? Maybe, but who? Yutaka sensei is also impossible.
Hiroyuki dipped the brush in ink, signifying the transition of the inheritance with a gold stamp of deer antler form symbol of the Fusae clan. Finally, wealth fell on him, but without any obstacles it enveloped. Smoothness is annoying, “why do you directly approve?” he asked while keeping his face even though his heart did not believe in his father.
“I know you won't betray. Besides, if anything happens to me, Yutaka will solve it for me."
Katsuo immediately bowed until his forehead touched the tatami in honor.
“Thank you, Dad...”.
The father opened a box containing several rolls of dried tobacco. “By the way, I haven't seen the trunk of his nose. You know where your teacher is?” he asked while hinting at Katsuo to light a match for the cigar between his index and middle fingers.
His eyes glimmered at the shackles on the wrists of the seedy-looking man, and flanked by several warriors. Wanting him to throw into the young man's arms, then stroked his dark face because of his daily life in the sun, then washed it with river water as when they played water as a child. Mika gasped as her sister looked straight at her, looking for hatred, anger, or everything that was firmly attached to the bad thing inside the chocolate bead. So long traced, there was only affection there, a smile was created on her face, and therefore Mika increasingly felt herself to fail as a Sister, and it's very inappropriate to have someone as good as Hitoshi Midori as his older brother.
A tear in the net, and a piece of cloth outstretched. He looked up, the noble youth offered a blue handkerchief patterned with moon orchid flowers. Doubt covers, until his hand is pulled by Yuka to put the beautiful belongings of middle child Kazuya into her hand.
Kazuya Ryuji once again smiled, although not aimed at him, but it was enough to make the gripping atmosphere at the corpse examination site a little more comfortable. Red, though the man's possession was darker than his brother's bead, seemed to reflect that there was still something covered. Initially, he felt doubtful at Yuka's remark, brother going to hang her was impossible.
Mika felt lied to, while with them to treat the middle child at that time the atmosphere felt warm, inversely proportional to the story of the woman standing next to him at this time, the atmosphere felt warm, inversely proportional to the story of the woman standing next to her, until the arrival of a woman opens the mystery of the darkness in the blood-red net finally revealed its true side. Ryuji held her away as if it was intentional to hear their conversation, then ignited the flames of his anger, then as Second Brother Yuka asked what he would do after hearing all that? The question is like a spark to inflame hatred plus the next question has triggered an explosion of revenge desire.
“Could you hold for a moment?"
Armed with full confidence that Kazuya Ryuji will help, “for the sake of making him pay for all this suffering even though he had to walk on thorns many times, I agreed.”
His willingness to make the woman unravel with the foot beside the first brother lowered her head and smiled thinly, is the girl laughing at him because the answer is too excessive?
“Nona Hitoshi Mika,” the young man with the wounds he has treated has broken his mind about the meaning of Yuka's smile, “I hope you don't mind giving a special potion from the healing tribe.”
He was startled, the male's eyes looked down as if trying to find a hidden crack, already the extent to which Kazuya was digging into the secrets of the healing tribe until it alluded to about the special herbs. Mika sneaked a glance at Yuka, her expression was still the same as before. Turning to the Head of the Military Government, his eyes shone like ruby gemstones shaded by long eyelashes sitting under his neat eyebrows.
“We need to be mixed in liquor, and will make her appear on stage acknowledging her role.” A faint grin on the lips of the white-blinded youth, the glittering netra looked at him as if tore at the body making his hair bristling. No doubt when the youngest Kazuya at that time said about how scary the brother.
Even difficult for Mika to breathe so tense the situation, some cold sweat was felt to flow on the forehead. His anxiety led to the conclusion that the meaning of the smile of the noble girl was a form of doubt shown against his later entering the conspiracy, just like playing with his own life like dancing sprinkled with coals. Salah took a little step, finished it, and ended all retaliatory plans.
Although the sanction because it was too young for the man to try to remove the commoners despite having an important card, namely the degree of nobility and the status of the first position in the government. If it fails, Kazuya's dignity will be damaged, and his older brother punished. Mika peels her finger skin with her own nails, she is restless.
