Mi....Miko-dono....? Hime-dono? Where is everyone? Where.....where am I?For so long her bewildered mind was adrift in the shadows of uncertainty and of unconsciousness. The Ronin, she could not fathom whether it were day or night, whether the sun was casting its warm rays ever so gently upon her seemingly lifeless body or if it were the moon instead bathing her pale skin riddled with cuts and scars of every severity in its cream colored, mysterious glow. What had happened to her? Was she....dead? No...this wasn't like before when she was close to making the cross between the planes of existence, passing over reluctantly from the realm of the living and into the abandon hallows of the dead. There were no restless spirits lingering forth to carry her broken soul away deeper into the shadows. There was no ill stench of carrion rotting and festering amidst the lifeless, choking air that burned her lungs ever so with Hell's limitless and horrible fury. There was only....darkness, a deep and black chasm of nothing that she forever wandered through in her mental state, the darkness having consumed her just like that. She could remember she was standing beside Hanami, the beautiful and kind priestess, when suddenly everything around her, everyone, they dissolved into these very shadows that became her prison, but there was something before it, yes...a peculiar and rancorous sound, a sound Asuka had never heard the likes of, was it....a demon? Another monstrosity come to claim the life of their fair Hime-dono? Then...she was dead!! Damn! The beast! It had slain her before she could even draw her blade!
No....NO! I...I can't be-! I just-! It was a horror she could not deny....
Hime-dono.....Miko-dono......I....I failed you.....I'm sorry....I'm...so...sorry.... Her journey...it had come to an end, and ever so abruptly did such a vile conclusion to her eventful life come. At least....she didn't endure the pain of having the beast's horn impale her already battered and mangled form, or have to witness...as she pictured....Hanami's terrified eyes brimming with such tears of melancholy, the image that would've stayed regretfully with Asuka forever as she made...this final journey of hers to the dwellings of the lost souls.
Miko-dono......Hanami.....I..... But suddenly through the darkness, there shined this light.
A-again? The light...she remembered it before as she tarried in this lonesome chasm of misery, twas the same feeling as well, a light, brighter than the sun, the stars, and the moon in the heavens above, so...welcoming to the fallen ronin, as if the light embraced her in warmth. And as before, she slowly made her way towards it, her body becoming warmer and even lighter by the second. Just as before, she had awaken, but....where was she? This
place....it was not the village from before. "H...huh?" It was too beautiful, even for words to describe as Asuka's tired, heavy eyes slowly hinged open to take in such lovely colors. The sakura petals fell softly upon her cheeks, little wisps of light pinks fluttering past her eyes almost every minute.
Twas then Asuka felt something else touch her cheek, a hand of someone's, gracing her skin ever so gently, ever so tenderly that it sent a few pleasant chills through the ronin's nerves and etched the most sincere and peaceful of smiles across her pale lips. For a few moments, she closed her eyes and continued to feel the soft touch of a woman's hand, but whose? Her eyes opened again, this time craning her head slightly upwards to catch glance of the welcoming and calming presence above her. Asuka soon came to realize her head was resting in the woman's lap, and that woman was......."Miko-dono?" Hanami.....she was resting in Hanami's lap, letting the young maiden comfort her. Upon seeing those familiar blue eyes again, she smiled all the more, her eyes becoming damp with what seemed to be tears of joy. "I....I missed you....Hanami. But....wait..." Hanami was here, but where were the others? There was no sight of them, no Hime-dono, no Noriaki-dono, not even Kaede-dono. "Why...why am I here?" She asked the Priestess with a hoarse and concerned edge to her voice. There was no voiceful reply from the beautiful maiden, but a smile and a hand slowly rising to point to something. Asuka then rose her head to see what Hanami pointed at, or rather who. "What....?"
Her eyes beheld the mysterious sight, a woman, maybe younger than her, but her...appearance, it was rather peculiar to the ronin. She was about the same height as Asuka, but her hair, it was short, almost cut like a young boy's, and not to mention it was....blue? And the way this girl was dressed, it was also quite strange to the woman. It was as if she were clad in shadows, everything on her, black. She carried something over her shoulder as well, a large...oblong shaped bag of sorts...like it contained some sort of instrument inside it. The strange girl soon made eye contact with the woman, and in that very second, Asuka....could see herself in the girl's eyes. "Is she....?"
And just like that, the girl smiled brightly and waved to the ronin, before turning heel and running away, her voice trailing off into the distance as the light around Asuka grew brighter,
"Hey, Mira-chan! Wait up!"
"Hey! Kushiami-san! Wake up! Don't make me pour this sake all over you, idiot! Get your lazy bones to moving! You ain't dead....at least not yet!""Oro?!" Quickly darted up the woman from a shabby bedroll after hearing that ever so rude awakening, again from a voice she recognized no less. "Na....Natsume-sensei?" She managed to utter, her body still woozy from what might have been a very long sleep, foggy, hazed eyes glancing over to the muscular woman leaning in the doorway, infamous, disapproving scowl ever present.
"It's about time you woke up, my idiot apprentice." Natsume grumbled crossing her bare arms with a huff.
"You're lucky I decided to come around and save you from that damn ox before it got to know you religiously. Now hurry up and get dressed, numbskull! You've got work to do.""Dressed? What do you....ORO?!!!" And it was just then Asuka realized....she was naked!! "AAAAHH!!!!" Hastily she grabbed the cover of the bedroll and threw it over herself, her cheeks immediately blazing every hue of red in the spectrum and hot as ever. "Natsume-sensei?!!! You...you removed my clothes?!!" Natsume heartily chuckled slapping her knee as she glared down at the flustered ronin, now wrapped in the covers as if a cocoon,
"Well of course I did, you idiot! They were soaked with blood, and it's not like I felt you up, Kushiami-san. Sheesh, you're like a daughter to me for Buddha's sake! Now hurry up and get your clothes on. We have alot we need to....discuss...oh and bring that stupid sakabato of yours as well."