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Bring Me to Life	By : Ookami13 Category: +S to Z > Samurai Deeper Kyo Views: 7467 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Two:
Four Points
Boys� Home
�Stupid, heartless, inconsiderate, jerk!� Yuya exclaimed,
kicking a stone out of her path, �Why does he have to pick on me so
much? Is there something on my face that screams, �I�m
immature! Pick on me!�?�
She hated times like these. Times when things were quiet and
she had some moments to think to herself. She almost wished
Benitora were here to spy on her so that she could punch him and be
pulled out of her thoughts in the process. Almost.
Sighing, Yuya continued down the path she was on, wondering if
there was a hot spring nearby, or else maybe even just a river.
What sort of woman would she be if she couldn�t find a decent place
to bathe?
Of course, she knew what Kyo would say. He asked her all the
time what good she was to the group whether she found a hot spring or
not. To him, she was just someone to get in the way.
Someone that needed to be fed and taken care of at all times.
He thought she was a baby, someone that demanded attention all the
time. In short, a burden.
And that was all she�d ever be to him.
Yuya stopped as soon as she saw a large building come into view.
What could possibly be out in the middle of nowhere? Deciding
to find out, Yuya set the building as her goal to reach, telling
herself that she wouldn�t give one more thought to Kyo or the
others until she got there.
Fifteen minutes later...
Reaching the large doors of the building, Yuya leaned against them
to catch her breath, looking up to read the faded sign above the
door: �Four Points Boys� Home�.
Blinking, Yuya didn�t want her imagination to run wild at the
concept of a building full of boys or young men. She�d had it
up to the heavens with men for the time being, and she certainly
didn�t want to run into any more. Turning to leave, a
creaking stopped her as the large doors opened and a man of about
forty years stepped out.
He wore a simple gray man�s kimono with a black obi about his
waist. He probably stood at about 5� 5�, with dark hair
tied into a top knot. His eyes were warm and gentle, there was
a certain invitation sort of quality about them.
�May I help you, Miss...?� He asked, stepping further
outside of the building.
�Shiina, Yuya,� she said with a shake of her head, �and no
thank you. I�ll just be on my way now.�
�You seem tired,� he said, no doubt having already guessed
she�d been traveling for quite some time, �and a lady should not
be out in these parts without an escort. Are you lost?�
�No, I just needed some time to myself is all, Mr...�
He nodded, �Tamanori, Minase. I am the leader of sorts
here. And we all need some time to ourselves sometimes.
Some of the boys here feel the same way.�
�Oh, I thought that this was an...�
�Orphanage?� He asked, opening the door for her and letting
her enter first as she nodded, �Well, it is and it isn�t.
Some of these boys have no place to go; others were sent here by
parents that no longer wanted them. But a few of these boys
have parents except, like you, they needed time to themselves, so
they found their way here. We accept any and all who wish to
come here for teaching.�
�And what is it that you teach, exactly?� Yuya asked as
they went down a hallway, one side open to look out into a courtyard
within the building�s walls.
He shrugged, opening a door at the end of the hallway, �We teach
an assortment of things: mathematics, reading, writing, and even
martial arts, to those that are interested.�
�Wow, that�s quite a range of subjects.� Yuya said,
taking in the room that she�d been led into.
It was quite a spacious room with several long tables with benches
on either side. A few boys were clearing off the tables while
others wiped them down to get he crumbs. They wore simple
enough clothes: hakama, gi, and some wore the haori, though it was a
bit warm for a haori, in Yuya�s opinion.
�Welcome to our dining hall,� Mr. Tamanori said, �we�ve
just finished lunch, but I can ask our dear chef if he wouldn�t
mind making one last meal?�
She shook her head, �Oh no, you don�t have to do that for me.�
�Nonsense, he�d be delighted. We don�t get female
visitors very often, and he always outdoes himself when we do.�
Mr. Tamanori said, heading back to where Yuya guessed the kitchen
was.
The kitchen was of good size, about the size of a room in a
medium-sized house. A wood-burning stove sat against a wall and
a boy who looked to be Benitora�s age was rearranging the wood pile
nearby while some of the other boys that had cleared the tables left
the room.
They bowed to Mr. Tamanori as they passed, �Sensei.�
At this, the young boy at the wood pile turned and smiled, bowing
in turn to Mr. Tamanori and to Yuya, �Afternoon, Sensei, and Miss.�
Tamanori smiled, �Toge-san, this is Shiina, Yuya-san.
Yuya-san, this is our greatest cook, Senichi, though we call him
Toge-san. Toge, I was wondering if you wouldn�t mind making
something for Yuya-san to eat?�
The boy known as Toge smiled, �No, not at all. The stove�s
warm enough, I�m sure I can make something that Yuya-san would
like.�
�You really don�t have to go through the trouble,� Yuya
said, finding it odd that a boy that looked like Benitora would
choose to go by the same sort of nickname, �I can just take a piece
of bread if you have any?�
Toge smiled as he pulled a pot from a cupboard, �I don�t serve
bread and water, Yuya-san. Maybe in a soup, but not plain.
This isn�t a prison, �ya know.�
�Speaking of this place being a prison,� Tamanori began,
gesturing for Yuya to sit at a smaller table in the kitchen, �have
you seen Shinda-san anywhere?�
�Nope. Haven�t seen him since this morning.�
Toge said, cutting some vegetables into the pot after having added
water.
Yuya quirked an eyebrow, �Who�s this Shinda, Tamanori-san?�
Tamanori sighed, �He came here with Toge about four years ago, a
little after the Battle of Sekigahara. They were both wounded
and were taken in by the former head of this home, Kagane-sama.
By the time I got here, which was two months after Shinda and Toge
made themselves at home, I couldn�t believe my eyes.
Kagane-sama had turned a blind eye to them both, and when I asked him
why, he told me, �Look well at the one named Shinda and tell me if
you want to try and stand in his path�. At that particular
time, Toge-san was refusing to let Shinda out of the front doors, and
somehow the two started sparring.�
�And that�s how things usually go around here,� Toge smiled,
�Sama-sama wants to leave, I won�t let him, and then we fight.�
�That normally wouldn�t have surprised me, for as Toge-san
says, it happens all the time; except for the fact that Shinda-san
was being completely merciless,� Tamanori said, shifting in his
seat across from Yuya, �it were as though he didn�t care whether
or not Toge lived. Finally, I hate to say, but Toge knew his
limits and eventually allowed for Shinda-san to pass. It was
then that I realized that Shinda-san was not one to be taken lightly,
for though he looks young, he has lived through much more than I
could imagine at the time. Now, though, I have merely accepted,
as Kagane-sama did before me, that there is no way to stop Shinda-san
when he truly wants something.�
Yuya nodded, �That sounds like someone I know. He
threatens to cut down anyone who gets in his way, and it usually
isn�t an empty threat.�
�It sounds like Shinda-sama and your friend would get along
great,� Toge said, setting a bowl of soup in front of Yuya, �or
else they�d probably try to kill each other to see who�s
stronger.�
�I�m gonna agree with the second one.�
Toge nodded, �Me too.�
Just then, the dining hall door opened and hit against the stone
wall, and Yuya didn�t have to wait long before she saw someone she
didn�t think she�d see for a good while entering the kitchen,
sword held in his left hand.
�K-Kyo!�
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