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“I don’t get it. Explain it to me one more time.” Takaya, who was in the front seat of Naoe’s car and turned around to stare confusedly at Haruie asked the woman to repeat herself.
“It’s not that hard.” Chiaki responded from his seat next to Haruie.
“Oh, I know.” Takaya answered back. “It’s just that what you said sounded suspiciously like baby sitting.”
Haruie, piping up before Chiaki could, responded. “Then you really don’t understand what I just said. Look”- She gave up and turned to Chiaki. “You explain it to him.”
“Fine.” Chiaki pushed his glasses up on his nose, “Katsunaga Irobe is one of us. He might be a baby, but that doesn’t mean anything. People will still be after him, even more so than us. We were foolish to think we could just leave him alone and expect no one to notice him.”
Haruie chimed in, shaking her head in approval. “Yep. But, it’s so…shameful. I mean who would go after a baby?”
“A pedophile.” This time Takaya was the one to chime in, to the annoyance of both occupants of the backseat and the amusement of the driver.
“No! Not that!” She said, shaking her head and waving her hand in the air, like she was actually physically erasing any trace of Takaya’s response from their surroundings. She then turned her voice down conspiratorially, “Which clan, do you thinks up to it?”
Chiaki put his hand under his chin, narrowed his eyes, and looked even more contemplative than he normally did. “Well we can cross off the Takeda for now.”
“Why’s that?” Haruie asked, looking simply astonished at her companion’s deduction skills.
“Because Kousaka was the one who warned me.”
“Oh.” Well, she hadn’t been expecting that.
“That bastard. What’d he say?” Takaya intrigued enough to pull his attention away from the sights outside turned to the backseat.
“He said, in that oh so witty way, that we were getting careless in our old age.” Chiaki said with a glint in his eyes that meant he hadn’t been too pleased with being told that by somebody from the Takeda clan. “And that we better learn how to guard our men.”
“That’s it?” Takaya asked far from impressed, or more accurately more close to annoyed because of the interruption on his “afternoon activities” for mere hearsay. “He could have been lying, yuh know? Ever think about that, four eyes?”
Chiaki rolled his eyes. “He then,” he said loudly, so Takaya could comprehend through his rudeness that he wasn’t finished. “Asked me whatever happened to Irobe-kun?” In a completely “innocent” tone, Chiaki remembered, “And if he was still living with that nice couple off in Owari Prefecture, near Nagoya and Kiyosu Castle.”
“Yeah, well maybe Kousaka’s a pedophile. You ever see how gay the guy dresses?”
Chiaki chose to ignore Takaya’s comment because it was just best for all if he did. “He called it Owari Prefecture.”
“You mean Aichi Prefecture, don’t you?” Takaya said, wondering how he knew the answer to that. Sometimes it didn’t hurt to have a four hundred year old spirit inside of him.
And to all the perverts out there, he wasn’t talking about Naoe.
“Yes. But why would he call it by the old name?”
Takaya wondered what he was missing. “I think you’re reading way into this. Look all you guys are old”-
“Why I never.” Haruie said her pride injured. She checked under her eyes for wrinkles.
Takaya backtracked, “No, look. Shudup, drama queen. I was just saying you guys are old…mentally. So, sometimes you might slip and call a prefecture by its old name. Right? Makes sense.”
Chiaki could see his point, but it still didn’t explain something. “Then why did he mention both Nagoya and Kiyosu castle?”
Takaya frustrated at not getting where this was going answered back, “Crap, I don’t know. He wants to take the baby on a sightseeing tour.”
Haruie was shaking her head at him now. “No. Both those castles have something in common.”
“Yeah, they’re both really old.” Takaya responded.
Haruie slapped herself on the forehead. “No, they were both at some point in time residences of Nobunaga Oda.”
Chiaki cut in for Haruie then, like they were partners in a tag team, wrestling match.
“And by calling it Owari, instead of normal Aichi Prefecture, he’s hinting at Nobunaga’s involvement, since this is what it was called when Nobunaga was born.”
Takaya turned around and stared at the two in the back seat. “Well shit, why didn’t you just say it before? God, you guys like to waste time, don’t you? I suppose though, it beats singing campy songs to kill time on road trips.
“We thought you’d figure it out, genius.” Chiaki said, “We can’t do everything for you, now can we?”
Takaya, facing front again and slumping back in his comfortable seat—Shotgun!—ignored the brunette in favor of moving on and at the same time point something out. “It seems pretty dumb that you guys left whatever his face all by his lonesome in enemy territory.”
“We didn’t know he would end up there and it isn’t our place to relocate him however we see fit. That’s up to his current family. Plus that place hasn’t seen much spiritual activity for a good couple of decades now.” Chiaki pointed out.
“Because Nobunaga’s dead?”
“Yes. However”-
“Crap, I hate when you do that.”
“However.” Chiaki cleared his throat, “Lately there’s been some spiritual activity. That’s why Kousaka warned me.”
“Oh really? So what about us?” Takaya asked, “Don’t we have our own network of…spies or something to find these things out for ourselves, instead of getting handouts from eyeliner boy.”
“Hardly.” Haruie answered. “Uesugi clan, isn’t that fortunate.”
“So, how the hell did Kousaka find out? Over there, they seem less fortunate.”
“Probably information leak. He’s good at tracking those.”
Takaya supposed it was true, since the man had given him, on more than one occasion information. “I still think he’s gay.”
“You’re not the only one.” Chiaki said flippantly, as he checked his phone for any messages.
“He’s got a great fashion sense. You guys are just jealous.” Haruie defended.
“Drag queens unit.” Takaya put his hand up in a fist and Haruie tried to hit him with her purse. Naoe, who had been silent throughout the conversation looked over to Takaya, hand still in the air, raised in a rallying cry for…
“Okay, you guys. Quiet. I need to phone the family in advance.”
“You know ‘em?” Takaya sounded impressed because he hadn’t thought about what would happen when they arrived at the house with demands to see the baby. And he sure as hell didn’t feel like getting arrested.
“Yeah. I’ve been posing as Irobe’s cousin since I found out where he was staying. Just to keep him within our influence when he gets of age.”
“How long?” Takaya asked.
“For about two years. They think of me as a second son.” He said, his fingers already dialing the number—by heart—and putting the receiver to his ears.
Everybody got quiet.
“Hi, Aunt Hayaka. It’s me, Chiaki.”
“Oh, yeah. He’s doing fine.”
“Just heading up actually.”
“I brought some friends. Wanted them to see Nagano.”
“Don’t say that.” Chiaki laughed in a-none evil way and Takaya felt disturbed.
“I always tell you when I’m comin’ up.”
“Last minute, nothing.”
“They don’t need much. They’re all just bums. Ha ha.”
“Ok. I’ll see you in a little while. Okay, bye.”
Takaya, and Haruie, and Naoe—if he had been able to take his eyes off the road—were now staring Chiaki down like he had fungus on his face.
“What?” He said, his left eyebrow doing some kind of tick thing.
“Lie much?” Takaya said, without a trace of approval on his face.
Haruie was tsking’ at him.
“Fine. If both of you wanted to break into the house and get your first” he looked pointedly at Takaya, “second mark on your records for criminal behavior. By all means, shun my way.”
Upon his words, Haruie shook her head. “No, no. Your way is fine. Perfect even.”
They rode the rest of the way in silence.
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“Oh, it’s so nice to see you, dear.” A couple, that probably was in their early thirties met them in the driveway and were now hugging and patting Chiaki on the back.
“Hey guys, um this is the friends I was talking about.” Chiaki waved them over forcefully and they all stepped up to be introduced. “This is Yoshiaki Tachibana,” Naoe shook their hands professionally, stepping back so Haruie could get her turn. She embarrassingly enough did a little curtsy upon Chiaki’s intro of her and the pair seemed to coo, and then reintroduced herself as “Ayako-chan.” Takaya didn’t feel like following that, but he did anyway, with as much dignity as he could muster.
When the couple turned their backs on Chiaki to go inside, the brunette narrowed his eyes at “Ayako-chan.”
“They loved it.”
“Go inside, and behave.” He told her and the rest of them followed behind, with subdued moods.
“Chiaki has never brought anyone over, so I imagine you all must be very good friends.”
Haruie chimed up, “Oh yes. The best!”
Takaya tried to smile, but it ended up looking like a painful grimace. Chiaki’s aunt asked him if he was all right and Haruie piped in that Takaya-kun had gotten carsick on the way over, unnecessarily adding that it happened A LOT!
He bit the inside of his mouth to keep himself from cursing her out.
Chiaki laughed weakly and Naoe was looking at a spot on the wall.
It was pretty much safe to say who the best actor out of them was, which pretty much made sense considering Haruie was such a drama queen.
“Oh, I’ll go put on the tea. Honey, why don’t you go get Minoru. He probably wants to see his cousin.”
When they left to their respective tasks, Takaya punched Haruie in the arm.
“Ow. Don’t hit me. I’m a girl.”
Takaya practically hissed at her, embarrassed by her previous outburst, “No, you’re not. You’re the devil.”
“Okay, keep it down you two.” Chiaki said, as he sat next to Naoe on the couch the Possessor had claimed upon walking through the front doors. The rest took seat elsewhere, as Chiaki’s uncle walked in with a baby in his hands, Chiaki holding his hands out to accept his little “cousin.”
“He’s getting bigger. Hey, Minoru. How you going?” Chiaki asked, in his best impersonation of “baby talk.”
Takaya, without meaning to was now staring at the child with a mixture of horror and apprehension. He’d never been this close to a baby before, the only times he’d seen one was out in public, but always far away and out of hearing range, as he had always naturally migrated away from them whenever they showed up.
Naoe, catching the look, coughed so he could get the boy’s attention and stop him before the father noticed.
Takaya snapped out of it and squirmed uncomfortably in his chair as the sounds of gurgles and jibberish bubbled from the baby’s mouth.
Haruie absolutely enthralled by those noises bounced up her seat,“Oh, I wanna hold him? Can I, Mr. Tanaka?”
Chiaki’s uncle smiled and answered immediately that Minoru would love it, and then Chiaki was handing the baby over to Haruie with a warning stare.
“He’s so cute. Yes, you are. You are so cute.” Haruie said, bouncing the boy on her knee and then holding him up and gurgling as much nonsense at him, as he was at her.
Mr. Tanaka pointed out happily that Ayako-chan was very good with children.
She answered back that it was because she had a lot of experience with little boys. She then laughed because it was obvious what she was inferring.
The tea had arrived, the three possessors drinking it, happy that there was another distraction other than Haruie’s obnoxious laughter.
Takaya had an urge to throw the hot, scalding liquid in Haruie’s eye when the girl, sensing his discomfort asked him chirpily if he wanted to hold the baby.
The others remained quiet and prepared themselves for a long night.
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They had all slept out in the living room because there were no extra rooms in the house. So they had dragged out the extra futons and slept the best they could.
Upon morning, early dawn, Naoe and Chiaki had awoken before anyone else so they could put up protection spells around the house.
The couple had also woken up. Mr. Tanaka, getting up so he could go to work and Mrs. Tanaka preparing his breakfast and bento for him.
They walked into the kitchen by way of the backdoor to find the couple both enjoying breakfast. Chiaki covered fast, saying they were admiring the neighborhood.
Mrs. Tanaka agreed that it was a very nice neighborhood, and then went onto explain how much trouble they had come by, when they had tried to purchase this prime real state.
Haruie had walked into the kitchen then, yammering on about how nice it was to wake up with breakfast already prepared, and yum did that coffee smell good.
Takaya was the last to get up and when he went to where all the noise was coming from, he found everyone sitting around the table drinking coffee.
After that, Mr. Tanaka went to work and Mrs. Tanaka was folding laundry.
The Possessors were left to discuss what actions they would take today in the name of finding any leads the recent spiritual activity, and if they were lucky Nobunaga’s involvement.
However.
“Please, can’t someone else take Keiko’s shift? I don’t have a baby-sitter and I worked yesterday.” Mrs. Tanaka paused on her end of the line, and then with a sigh, she answered, “Yes, okay ma’am,” and hung up.
Chiaki, hearing the conversation asked his “Aunt”, “Who was that? Someone from your job?”
The woman nodded her head and put a hand to her forehead. “That woman doesn’t understand anything about raising a child. I swear, the only reason I put up with her is because she pays decent.”
Mrs. Tanaka got a piece of paper from her purse. “Now I have to try and see if the baby-sitter will come at this time of the day. Oh, I hope she’s home.”
It had occurred to all of them that this was the chance they had been waiting for and Chiaki, quick on the uptake, put his hand in the air to stop the woman from telephoning the babysitter.
“It’s okay. I could look after him while you’re gone.”
Mrs. Tanaka looked absolutely horrified at that suggestion. “Oh no. Aren’t you taking your friends sightseeing today? I can’t ask you to do that.”
Chiaki shook her off. “Of course you can and it’s not like you’re asking. I’m offering. Plus, it’s not like the first time I’ve looked after the kid. I won’t burn down the house.”
She looked like she was going to give in, and then she made another attempt to persuade Chiaki out of the idea. “But your friends.”
“They’re too busy waking up and eating breakfast.” And true to word, everybody was eating breakfast: Takaya groggy and hair bed-mussed polishing off some bacon, Naoe drinking his second cup of coffee and Haruie, buttering toast.
“I…guess. Oh Chiaki. You’re such a lifesaver. I can’t thank you enough.” The woman said, coming over to kiss him on the cheek.”
“No sweat, Aunt Hayaka.”
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“Isn’t he just the sweetest thing?” Haruie cooed, as she picked up the baby from his crib and cradled him in her arms. “So much more cuter than when he was all grown up.” Haruie said, and Takaya thought that was kind of unfair.They walked out into the kitchen with him, the baby chair already out and Chiaki standing to the side of it. Takaya thought this was as good a time as ever to leave.
He bumped into Naoe, who was coming in from the living room, and they both decided to escape into said living room together.
“Kiyosu Castle’s aura should give us a good idea of what type of spiritual interference were dealing with.”
“Yeah, and if we could go there and not be stuck playing with no teeth, then we could find that out.”
Naoe wasn’t going to ask who no-teeth was, since he guessed Takaya was referring to the child. He was starting to get a good idea of how much Takaya disliked children.
“But this gives us a chance to put up protective spells around Irobe, and check on his soul’s progress. We haven’t chanced doing it when the parents were around, because they could be alerted and young Irobe might lash out.”
“Really. But he’s a baby?”
“Doesn’t mean his soul won’t act to protect his host if he feels threatened.”
“Man, this is really fucked up.”
“It will all work itself out in the end,” Naoe calmly said. He put his hand on Takaya’s arm and leaned forward to try and get a kiss out of the boy. Takaya obliged willingly because this was the longest he’d ever gone on without physical intimacy from the Possessor. Naoe opened his mouth and Takaya plunging his tongue inside to twine around Naoe’s made a pleased sound. They kissed for another minute, but had to pull away when a screeching sound came from the kitchen.
It seemed Irobe was a screamer.
“The fuck is that? Holy shit, is he dying?”
The noise was only getting louder and Takaya could understand why, when Chiaki and Haruie walked in with Irobe. Chiaki had the baby held out in front of him like it would explode from the slightest stimulus. He was heading to the couch where both Possessors were sitting. And Takaya was about to scurry out of the way, but Chiaki, unaware of this, placed him in Takaya’s lap like a sack of flour.
The baby sagged a little to the right and Takaya on instinct, grabbed him before he could fall off. He then, realizing what he had done held the baby out in front of him like Chiaki had some moments ago.
“Somebody, take this thing from me.” He said, jiggling the baby in the air as if this would get Chiaki and Haruie to remove the baby from his arms.
“Just hold onto him for me. I have to warm his milk.”
Takaya jiggled the baby in Haruie’s direction because she was his last hope.
“Sorry Takaya, I have to help him. It’s a pretty exacting process warming milk for babies.” She listed off on her finger. “You have to get it the right temperature, so you can kill of the germs, but it can’t be too hot. You have to”- she continued on in this motherly fashion for a good minute, before Takaya’s hands, starting to go numb from holding up the baby like this pulled him back into his lap.
They left Naoe and him to look after Irobe.
Takaya, shifting the baby in his lap into a less awkward position tried to not feel too weirded out by this turn of events. The baby, restless on his lap, made an attempt to move.
“Stay still, dammit.” The baby was struggling a little now and he looked like he was on the verge of tears when Takaya plopped him back to face front. The baby made a warning sound in the back of his throat, either to warn them of the oncoming loudness of his screaming, or to prepare himself for the task.
Takaya didn’t know how much he could take, and it had only been one minute. “Naoe, take this damn thing from me. I can’t”- The baby was now kicking his legs out and rocking unsteadily in Takaya’s forced embrace.
Naoe, watching Takaya struggle with the child and smiling despite himself, put his large hand on the child’s back. Suddenly the baby stilled and Takaya breathed out a sigh of relief.
“Are you starting to put the protective spells around him?” Takaya asked, the baby now curled in his lap like a cat and murmuring softly.
“No.” Naoe said, his hand now moving over the child’s back. “Why do you say that?”
“Huh?” Takaya looked down at the baby in his arms. “Then how did you get him to quiet down?”
Naoe studied the puzzlement on Takaya’s face and wondered how Takaya could act so rough at times and still be so cute. “I rubbed his back. It soothes him.”
“Oh.” Takaya said, feeling embarrassed that he hadn’t thought of that.
The baby had calmed down considerably and Takaya, not seeing the harm in using this method, settled the child to face his chest so could he rub his back. He looked forward purposefully so to avoid Naoe’s gaze, which had settled on him.
“I never would have guessed you’d look good with a baby in your arms.” Naoe said, not minding Takaya’s dodging.
Takaya, forgetting he was not looking at Naoe turned to the Possessor, a warning in his eyes. “Don’t get any funny ideas, asshole.”
Naoe closed his eyes and smiled slightly as he reached out to pet the child on the head. “A man can dream, can’t he?”
“Yeah. Alone.” Takaya sniped. Wanting very much now to move away to the other side of the couch.
“I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be a father.” Naoe said, continuing on as if Takaya’s words were encouragement instead of a deterrent.
Takaya got an idea. “Naoe, I order you to shut the hell up and take this baby from me.”
Naoe gave him a bored look, “Order? I’m sorry, but I can’t follow those commands.”
Takaya was whining now, “Why the hell not? And don’t give me a stupid ass reason like Kagetora didn’t order you.”
Naoe, his hands now on Takaya’s head so he could play with the strands, said plainly without the slightest hint of an apology, “Because I’m off duty.” He put an arm around Takaya’s shoulders and pulling the boy to rest under his chin, he could hear the baby gurgle happily.
Takaya, with the baby occupying his arms rendering him completely helpless to this new position fired back. “You’re on the job right now!”
Naoe smoothly countered, “No, right now—in my head—I’m spending time with my significant other and our child.” He kissed Takaya on the top of the head and closed his eyes, going off in his own dreamland and leaving Takaya to grumble at him in the real world.
“I hate you.”
Naoe sighed, “I love you so much.”
“Eat me.”
“I wish I could.”
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“So how are we gonna do this?”
After baby Irobe had been fed and changed—one horror that Takaya wished to never repeat—they had sat the child down on a mat and surrounded him.
“I can try to do a spiritual survey on him. See what’s going on in there and figure out if anyone has “tried” anything over the past couple of days.” Chiaki said, getting into position.
“Tried?” Takaya asked, moving from Naoe’s side to stoop in front of the baby as well.
“If anybody came within the area, with a large amount of spiritual presence, the kind every Possessor has, there will certainly be a residual trace left. And Irobe here,” Chiaki petted the child on his head, “would naturally, considering his history and his talents, even in chibi-form, would be able to sense it and draw it towards himself. So if there had been anyone lurking around, we’ll be sure to find out this way.
Chiaki finished with his explanation, sat cross-legged in front of the child. He put his hands out, not touching him, but hovering near his chest and his heart. The other three looked on as Chiaki’s hands clenched and unclenched in the air before the child, the atmosphere suddenly thick with his concentration on the small being.
Takaya, standing next to Chiaki was the first to feel the strange wave of power pouring out. It felt like it was melting into his body and wrapping itself around his chest and organs, slithering into the crevices of his flesh and making the small hairs on his neck and arms stand up.
He breathed in loudly. Loud enough to alert the other two, who were standing next to him and feeling the strange prickly sensation, roam over them as well.
Chiaki’s eyes were no longer open, but closed tightly shut, his forehead wrinkled in something other than concentration.
Takaya didn’t have to be told that something wasn’t right here.
Chiaki halted the survey with a gasp, his hands shaking and his eyes wide with shock.
“What the hell is going on? What is that?” Takaya asked, the crawling over his skin shivering out of his system, and the room deathly quiet from the release of it.
Chiaki put his hand on the child’s shoulder. “Why is this happening?” He asked to no one in particular, his voice worried and lost.
Naoe was sinking down to the floor by Chiaki’s side. “Was that the spiritual survey, just now?”
Chiaki nodded his head. “It’s not working on him. It’s…just being reflected back onto us.”
Haruie, coming to Chiaki’s other side rested a gentle hand on his shoulder. “That’s not possible. He’s just a baby, and even full grown Possessors can’t fight it…or…”
“Direct it back at others.” Naoe said, finishing off her thought.
Chiaki’s eyes had not left the child and when he spoke again, he pulled his hand away from the baby. “It’s like, there’s nothing inside…of him. I can’t feel anything. He’s hollow.”
Naoe snapped his eyes away from the child and towards his friend. “Chiaki, you can’t be serious. How is that even possible? The vessel can’t be empty. Irobe has to be there. I felt…”
“You felt traces of him.” Chiaki said, seeming to collect himself in that moment as he rose and walked over to blinds and looked out over the neighborhood. “We got here too late.”
Takaya, not quite comprehending what was happening looked at Naoe for an explanation.
Naoe opened his mouth and then there was a confusion in his eyes that made him close it back again.
Haruie’s voice was the one to break the silence. “What you just felt Takaya was Chiaki’s spiritual survey. I guess,” she said, taking a big breath, “since there’s no soul in his body there was nothing to focus on, and it on default changed directions and”- Haruie turned to Chiaki, voice now high-pitched. “But that can’t be! How could someone take his soul out of his vessel? The Uesugi clan is the only Possessors who can exorcise.”
Chiaki lifted the finger that was tugging down on the blinds. It snapped back close. He still had his back to the other three, as he began to speak. “Somebody’s messing with us. I don’t know who, but they’re powerful enough to pull Irobe’s soul out of the host body and leave enough of his spiritual presence behind to fool us into thinking he was still…fucking here.” Chiaki’s fists were clenched.
Takaya’s eyes moved on the child, who was still sitting in the middle of the mat, quite oblivious to everything around him and the trouble looming over the day’s horizon.
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A/N: Eepp. I actually have a plot going on here now. Hmm. I’ve always wondered about the last member of the Uesugi clan, Katsunaga Irobe. Remember readers; they mentioned this guy in the first DVD, I think in the episode Premonition of a Chain Reaction. Not too sure. Anyway, I’m getting to the end of this story—finally, some of you are saying—so I intend to make this crazy, violent and hopefully suspense-filled. Or I hope it’s crazy, violent and suspense filled. I hope someone liked this chapter. Oh and if I offended anyone with Takaya’s unPolitical correctness, then I’m sorry, also sorry for all the inaccuracies I unintentionally do, or intentionally do, like the soul survey, does Chiaki even have that power? MOB’s complicated, that’s an understatement. Also as always, reviews much appreciated.
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