Midnight Reunion - Kurosawa Chiaki & Tenshumaru Musashi
Excess workload prides itself on gifting amnesia of time to those it stresses. For Edo's popular innkeeper it's a consistent phenomenon now at work as midnight is struck. Her name is Chiaki and she's a relatively short lady dressed in obsidian kimono. Ponytailed hair of black-white locks feather her twenty-four year-old face as the attractive girl wraps up duties in the otherwise derelict establishment. Sandals clap softly in the candlelit silence and she navigates the perfectly gridded kneeling tables set upon scarlet-rugged tatami.
Nearly gliding gait carries her across the soft surface awhile she peruses her property for any remaining tasks. Her route takes her from front-to-back as she admires the wood's gleam of the hanging paper lanterns casting their soft orange glow from above each table. Aki's milk chocolate stare scans in robotic manner but finds no peculiarities. So a deep breath and sighing release follow her to the table in the rear-left corner of the room. There she sits herself in uncustomary cross-legged fashion and leans over the table; her elbows prop her up and her conjoined hands nestle beneath her chin; unperturbed expression laces her glances across the building's walls.
Kimono of pretty threading line the brown-wooded perimeter. Some a rainbow splash of color and others light shades etched with intricate outlines of flowers. Clothing of light purple sewn with white hibiscus; sky blue meshed with curling vines of silver. But as she comes to the entrance sight halts upon the garment hanging high above the arching doorway: a navy blue kimono caked with ugly brown and gashed diagonally thru.
Her eyes glaze and fail to blink amid her thoughts. Chiaki is a thinking statue devoid of sound even though she absently remembers that she has to get up and lock the door sometime.
Just not now.