Son of the Shadows RK Style

As soon as the last rays of light had faded and the moon had begun to raise those in attendance to witness the passing of the year's end join together in a large circle conducted by the Druids. Because Samhain (Sow- an) is considered such a momentous event every Druid is in attendance and very few of the household staff, or guests would dare to miss such a ceremony.

From his position between his fellow Druids my Uncle Shougo states clearly with a seemingly unnatural ease, “This is the time of death; the time between worlds. It is a time for forgetting and of letting go. May we all seek what it is that we wish to be rid of and begin to heal.”

After a couple of minutes of inner contemplation a middle aged Druid by the name of Kyoko announces with a gentle yet firm voice, “This is the third harvest. It is a time to set food for the cold winter ahead. If you have brought an offering please bring them forward.”

One by one each member of the circle presents their offerings into the center of the circle. Not a word is uttered as each takes their turn.

“This is a time of rebirth and of the new year. It is a time between worlds,” a calm stoic voice I do not recognize adds. “It is a time of remembrance and of forgiveness. It is a time to feast with our ancestors.”

Curious to whom the voice belongs I gaze upon the man standing beside my Uncle Shougo. He is tall and dark haired but the light is too dim for me to notice any finer features. From what I can see the man can't be much older than his twenties.

The life of a Druid is full of study and discipline and often an individual will not step foot outside the Nemetons until they have proven themselves. He is quite young to have completed his training none the less perform in such an important ceremony. He must be an exemplary student to have gained my Uncle's favor. I wonder who the man is.

Focusing my attention on the ceremony once more I begin to listen to the personal stories of those who have passed onto the other realm as we begin to pass the offered food around the circle. Many spoke of their first encounter with their loved one, some spoke of humorous pranks they used to partake in, but all seemed to hold hope. Despite the sadness of their loved one's departure, they each hold onto their memories with pride and ever-lasting love.

My mother soon spoke in a soft, yet clear voice, “The men of Sevenwaters are known not only for their strength but their unyielding passion for life. They have lived and died for their steadfast ideals and have an uncanny ability to maintain hope where others might falter. My father, Lord Koshijiro, was a fair and just ruler despite all the hardships he faced. He loved his children and only had their best interests in mind.”

After pausing for a couple of seconds Mother continues, “My brothers Souzou and Okita were brave and loyal until the end. As children they would spend most of their time together training with our father. Through this shared time they grew a bond that few could break. Even in the midst of death they could not be separated. When Souzou was stricken with arrows, Okita would not leave him behind. Okita died along side our brother that day, but their memory still lives on. Their devotion towards their family and comrades will forever live strong. My brothers were men who lead by example and I am proud to have been able call them kin.”

Grasping my mother's hand in comfort my father speaks aloud, “My father, Lord Hiko of Harrowfield, was a strong man and also led by example. He was a difficult man to please and would train me every day for hours on end as soon as I could hold a practice sword. It wasn't until many years after his murder that I came to appreciate what he had taught me. If it had not been for his guidance and support I would not have become the man that I am today. He was a strong believer in protecting the weak and maintaining peace in the kingdoms. If it had not been for his teachings I would not be here. For that I will always honor my father's memory.”

“I also wish to honor my best friend and cousin Kiyoshi. He was a loyal friend, father, husband and soldier. He was a man that would take the time to lend a hand to a fallen comrade or lift the moral of all those around him even if that meant that he would have to sacrifice. He saved my life numerous times and later gave up his life while protecting Kaoru's. For that I will be eternally grateful.”

Finally the last person in the circle to speak is Uncle Okubo. He looks at the assembled crowd with a smile before stating confidently, “I am honored to see so many friends and family here celebrating the New Year. Like my brother and the other druids have mentioned, this is a time of both death and new beginnings. Though not all of us share the same beliefs it prides me to know that we can set aside our differences and join together in our shared goal to reclaim the islands. It's through our strong bond and shared experiences that we can overcome our enemies and protect our tuaths from outside influence.”

Looking fondly upon Enishi and Chizuru who are standing beside one another on the opposite side of the circle he continues, “I am also proud to see the children of Tae among us. Tae was a wonderful woman who was taken from this world far too soon. To hold her son as an ally and her daughter as a future in-law gives me more joy than you could imagine. I might have not been able to be with her as I had wished, but at least I have been able to watch her children grow into strong and influential leaders. I am sure that your mother is proud to see the individuals that you have become.”

“My brother has made some good points,” Uncle Shougo calmly asserts after a couple of seconds of silence. “Samhain is a day of remembrance as well as celebration. Those who we have reflected upon may have left this realm but their spirit lives strong in the hearts and minds of all whom they left behind. The spirits are among us tonight and are looking upon us fondly knowing that we have continued to live our lives with passion and integrity. We are willing to fight for what is right and protect those who cannot defend themselves. We will also be able to live up to our promise to protect our holy islands and avoid hostile takeover from those who wish to claim our lands. Let us now celebrate with the knowledge that between my brother’s alliance and the foretold prophesy that we will one day be victorious in reclaiming the islands.”

Everyone immediately begins to make their way joyfully to the banquet tables previously set outside. It is a tradition in our family to hold all of our ceremonies outside among the trees. Not only are trees held as holy pillars of wisdom for the Druids, but they represent protection and well being among those in our tuath. If not for our deeply forested lands I’m sure we would have been attacked by Vikings much as the rest of Erin has. We have much respect for the trees that have guarded us so effectively.

“Megumi!” Misao excitedly exclaims while running toward me. “Look, Uncle Okubo has hired a new traveling group. I’ve been told that they’re really good. We have to dance!”

“I don’t know,” I reply playfully. “I generally do not take to demands.”

With a pout Misao states, “Please, I need a partner. I can’t dance by myself. I’ll look foolish.”

Laughing loud enough so as not to bring attention to our conversation I retort, “How does dancing with your sister not make you look foolish? Everyone knows that I never join the first dance. If I join you everyone will know that you talked me into it because you have no other prospects.”

With a sigh Misao comments, “Women might notice something of that nature but I’m not out to impress them. Men do not take such things into account. All they notice is that I’m not moping about waiting for one of them to offer me a dance.”

“So you want to impress someone, eh?” I reply with a sly smile. “Ohohoh. Has someone finally caught the eye of my little Misao?”

With a ‘humph’ Misao rebuts, “I’ll have you remember that I am older than you by two years, two months, twenty-four days and ….”

Cutting her off I state in the midst of laughter, “You have actually taken the time to calculate our age difference down to the days?”

With an irritated scowl she remarks, “To the minute if you hadn’t interrupted me earlier and if you must ask it was necessary because no one ever believes that I’m your older sister.”

“So you state our age difference in such detail?” I amusedly inquire.

Taking a couple of seconds to think over my question Misao replies with a giggle, “It is kind of silly isn’t it?”

“Terribly!” I state unable to hold in my laughter. I’m sure that the two of us are making quite a scene laughing so hysterically, but I couldn’t care less. I haven’t been able to share a good laugh for what feels like ages.

As I’m just beginning to catch my breath Misao grabs hold of my wrist and drags me towards the dancers. Smiling Misao states wickedly, “If I couldn’t talk you into it, I figured I’d just have to force you.”

“You are becoming quite the devious one now aren’t you?” I state in awe. “I can’t believe I’ve been caught off guard by my sister. This is a blow to my pride.”

“I figure that you could manage to lose a little pride here and there,” Misao quickly retorts. “It’s not like you can’t afford to lose some of your arrogance.”

In astonishment I reply, “Misao that was pretty sharp.” Recovering quickly I add playful, “As proud as I am, I really think you have spent far too much time with Kenji and I. I know that you look up to us, but you really do not need to imitate us. We love you for the bubbly, hyper, lowbrow that you are.”

“I am not a lowbrow and you know it!” Misao exclaims in irritation. “I have quite an interest in local politics and even you have to admit that I have an eye for fashion. Who made your dress by the way?”

“I will admit that you have a good eye for color but you are not in the slightest bit political. You cannot count what you gather in your spy network as being politically centered. Rumors and gossip are not local politics,” I shake my head in disbelief.

“Does my information involve the household?” Misao inquires cockily.

“Yes, but…”

“Does it not also involve the relations between those in our household and/or the tuath?” Misao grins proudly.

“Yes Misao, but it’s not…”

“Rubbish!” Misao exclaims with her head held high. “It is information pertaining those in the household and tuath in relation to their environment, both socially and institutionally. Some people see the information that I gather as being both informative and profound.”

Feeling Misao’s forehead with the back of my palm I mockingly state, “You must be ill because you’re talking complete nonsense.”

“It just shows how much you know,” Misao replies with a ‘humph.’ “Politics are more than government based issues; they can also be used to describe the social workings between various groups of people. I just find the inner workings of the household staff more interesting than that of the court.”

“It’s more likely that you’re not able to snoop around Uncle Okubo’s private affairs without evoking his wrath,” I reply with a sigh.

“True, but I’m sure it’s dull. Uncle Okubo does very little of interest to me. His days consist of reading over his parchments and speaking with mother, father, Kenji, and on occasion Uncle Shougo. All he ever does is work,” Moving to the music with new fervor Misao adds, “By the way, I found out that Keiko has a new fling.”

“Misao!” I exclaim in shock. “You shouldn’t speak of such things in public, none the less speak them at all. Such matters ought to remain private.”

Chuckling Misao replies, “You are far too prudish. No one is listening to us and besides Keiko is hardly hiding the matter. She makes it far too easy for me to follow her movements. I think she likes the fact that she’s having a love affair with a younger man.”

“You can’t seriously tell me that she enjoys such attention! Not everyone is good at sensing a presence,” I state in shock.

“I’m pretty certain,” Misao remarks with a thoughtful look upon her face. “Most people who are being watched subconsciously know at some level that they aren’t alone. Whether they know it or not they’re more in tune to their environment. For example, whenever I watch you unawares I notice that your right hand twitches nervously.”

“Misao!” I scream out in alarm.

With a nervous smile Misao comments to a young couple dancing alongside us, “Don’t mind my sister, she’s a little jumpy today. She’s been over working herself again.”

The young couple nod their heads in understanding before continuing to dance. I notice the fact that suddenly all the dancers that were once dancing beside us have given us more distance. Normally I would have been insulted that everyone fears my lack of rest but at the moment I can’t help but feel relieved. It will be nice to have less of an audience while I attempt to skin Misao alive.

“I was just kidding.” Misao states with a chuckle. “You really ought to relax. This is a celebration not a Banshee call.”

Misao is really lucky that skinning people alive isn’t my style. If it were she wouldn’t be smiling so brightly. I really need to calm down and act maturely. The last thing I want to do is make a further spectacle of myself.

“Misao, you really need to learn tact.” I sigh in disbelief. “Such crude humor isn’t appropriate in the midst of so many people.”

“Have I really made you that uncomfortable?” Misao asks remorsefully.

Looking at my sister in bewilderment I retort, “You just made a comment about stalking me while surrounded by several guests. What do you think?”

“I’m sorry.” Misao apologetically states, “But you have to admit that I caught you unawares with that comment.”

“You did,” I shake my head in shame. “I’m not going to be able to make my rounds to the village without looking over my shoulder every thirty seconds.”

“That’s what you get for calling me a lowbrow.” Misao crows triumphantly.

“Misao,” a young man no more than a couple years my sister’s senior states shyly. “I was wondering if you would give me the pleasure of the next dance.”

The man seems nice enough but I can’t help but think that he isn’t Misao’s type. He’s far too shy and lacking in confidence. If he can’t stand to look at her while asking for a dance I doubt he’ll get very far as conversation is concerned.

He’s also fairly short. This generally wouldn’t be a problem since Misao is small, even for a female, but she has never fancied short men. They don’t have to be extraordinarily tall, but it doesn’t hurt to have height.

Since Misao has never once turned down a dance she is quickly led to the other side of the crowd while I hastily make my way outside the ring of dancers. Now that I’m free of Misao I’ll have some time to watch the dancers and join in some interesting discussions. I have been meaning to talk to Druid Hideo about the new plant he discovered during one of his explorations in the woods. If there is one thing he enjoys more than drawing, it has to be discovering new species of plants.

Finding a spot under a large Oak I watch the dancers spin and twirl about. In amusement I notice another man approach Misao for a dance. Of course her partner gives the man consent and she is once again thrown into the arms of some strange man I’ve never seen before. Misao doesn’t seem to be bothered in the slightest. She begins to talk animatedly as they dance to a lively jig.

As I am watching Misao I notice that her attention isn’t entirely focused on her partner. Following her gaze I notice the tall Druid who spoke during the ceremony watching my sister intently. Though the man’s face seems devoid of all emotion his gaze speaks otherwise. I don’t know if it’s because he has had little experience with the opposite sex, but I do know when a man is taken by a woman. Never have I seen such longing. The scary thing is that Misao seems unaffected by his attention. If I don’t know better, I think she’s enjoying it.

As much as I oppose the idea that my sister is encouraging the Druid, I have to admit that the man is very attractive. His dark hair and pale skin contrast nicely with his piercing blue eyes. Usually I don’t find the dark and mysterious type appealing but this man seems to have pulled off the look well enough. He seems a little too stoic in my opinion though.

“If I may ask, why is it that Misao is dancing yet you are unaccompanied?” A serious male voice inquires breaking me from my thoughts.

“Hello Enishi,” I quickly reply with a smile upon my face. “You should not concern yourself over my well- being. I am perfectly content sitting here with only my thoughts for company.”

Looking at me wearily Enishi states, “I didn’t mean to intrude. If you wish to be left alone…”

“I do not mind,” I swiftly cut off Enishi’s rambling. “As much as I enjoy my solitude, company is much preferred. However I do not wish for you to feel that you must accompany me when you could be enjoying yourself with other pursuits.”

“As enjoyable as the festivities are I would much rather spend my time speaking with you. Though I enjoy most of the guests they’re conversations are far too dull. They seem to lack witty and spirited debate,” Enishi comments calmly.

“I think you judge too harshly,” I remark thoughtfully. “Perhaps your standards are too high.”

“That is quite possible,” Enishi states contemplatively. “After all, not everyone can facilitate an intelligent debate as much as you can.”

Staring at Enishi in shock I reply calmly, “I assure you that you hold me on a higher pedestal than I deserve.”

“Contrary to what you might think, my words fail to encompass your full talents. For a woman, your knowledge of the written word, medicine and debate is extraordinary. A lesser man would be highly intimidated in your presence,” Enishi comments with what appears to be the beginnings of a smile.

“So that is why I have yet to receive any offers to dance,” I retort playfully. “I’ll have to remember to hold my tongue and speak of menial subjects if I ever wish to hold a man’s attention.”

“Not every man finds a woman with a brain unappealing,” Enishi states with a scowl. “In fact, men who prefer uneducated woman are in themselves poorly educated and incredibly chauvinistic. You should not waste your time trying to impress such a man.”

“I never knew you held such a strong opinion on the subject,” I amusedly comment.

“I have an intelligent, spirited sister of my own,” Enishi states proudly. “Your family hasn’t helped matters either. It’s hard to imagine living with a meek and timid wife when you have been surrounded with so many strong women.”

With a chuckle I retort, “Who would have ever thought that Lord Enishi of Sidhe Dubh (Shee Dove) would have such a soft spot for strong-willed woman? I wouldn’t take you as a man who likes to be overpowered.”

“Just because a woman is intelligent does not mean that she will overpower my authority. Stupid woman can be just as manipulative as long as they know how to choose their victim,” Enishi comments with a serious look on his face.

“You truly have given this a lot of thought,” I reply in surprise. “Does this mean that you have finally decided to take up my uncle’s advice on finding a wife?”

“I have been looking long before your uncle brought it to my attention,” Enishi states with a ghost of a smile. “I have just been waiting until she turns of marriageable age.”

“I’m very happy for you,” I reply with poorly restrained excitement. “Do I know this person that you speak of?”

Thinking over his words carefully Enishi replies with a secretive smile, “Oh, yes. You know her very well.”

Could it be that he’s going to ask for Misao’s hand in marriage? Beside Chizuru, Eriko and my mother there are very few females that I am really close to. Misao and Enishi would be a very prosperous match, though I don’t know how well Misao will take it. Hopefully she won’t be cruel to him.

“That is wonderful news. If you don’t mind, who is this lovely girl?” I inquire excitedly. I always knew that Enishi would eventually propose but never would I have thought that he would act so quickly. I’m extremely proud of him and hope he and his future bride will be happy.

“You will find out in due time,” Enishi remarks calmly. “I still have to talk to her family and make an offer before I know if a marriage between us is possible.”

“I wish you the best of luck,” I reply with a warm smile. “With Chizuru engaged to my brother you will need another woman in the house to keep you company.”

“Don’t remind me of that,” Enishi states with a scowl. “It was hard enough giving my consent.”

Looking at Enishi I comment in irritation, “I’m sorry if Chizuru’s engagement to my brother is not satisfactory.”

As I’m about to walk away Enishi grabs hold of my wrist and apologetically replies, “I did not mean to insult you or your family. Kenji is a very suitable match for Chizuru… it’s just that I can’t stand to let her go. She’s my sister and the only family I have left in this world.”

Looking Enishi in the eye I state firmly, “I understand your reasons for wanting to keep Chizuru by your side, but your feelings are selfish. If you love her you should have her best interests in mind. You should be happy for her and Kenji instead of being miserable.”

With eyes down cast and hand still firmly clasping my wrist Enishi quietly utters, “You’re right. It’s not that I don’t want her to be happy; it’s just hard to separate from her. It’s going to take me some time to get used to the idea of not having her around.”

Smiling in an attempt to comfort the distraught man before me I reply, “Well, you’re just going to have to find something else to keep your mind occupied.” Laughing playfully I add, “Take up a new hobby. Perhaps conquer a new land?”

My eyes widen in shock as a very low chuckle escapes Enishi’s lips. I haven’t heard Enishi cheerfully laugh since we were young children and I have to say that I enjoy the change in his demeanor. He really should laugh more often.

“I already have a very large estate,” Enishi retorts in amusement. “Of course, if you prefer a man with a stronger holding I might find the time to entertain your request.”

Giggling gaily I state, “I do not care for a man’s holdings nearly as much as I care for the content of their character. As flattered as I am that you would care to impress me in such a manner I think you ought to focus your efforts on the girl you wish to woo and her family. I’m sure they would not appreciate the fact that you are giving me so much attention.”

Clasping my hand he confidently asserts, “I have known her family for years. I highly doubt that she or her family will find my actions unfavorable.”
“I surely hope so,” I reply suspiciously. “If I were her I would be extremely jealous.”

With eye brows raised Enishi inquires, “You would be jealous?”

“Of course,” I exclaim in frustration. “I would not take well to marrying a man that is intent on impressing another woman. I would wonder why he isn’t asking her hand instead of mine.”

“I can see your point, but I assure you that who I have in mind will think nothing of the matter. I’m pretty sure that she’ll see the humor in our conversation,” Enishi comments with a secretive smile.

This conversation is getting far too strange. What woman would ever find humor in our conversation? I think I’m missing some very crucial information pertaining to this mystery woman. I’m more than confident that father would not appreciate the thorough attention Enishi is giving me if he were after my sister. He can’t possibly be speaking of me, can he?

No, that’s implausible; Misao is the first in line to be wed, not I. He must be speaking of another family, though I have no idea whom it could be. I’ll just have to find a way of coaxing it out of him.

“I hope you saved a dance for me,” Enishi states with a slight bow. “I’d hate to beg.”

“You’re in a very good mood this evening,” I reply with a smile. “I’d hate to ruin your evening by declining your offer.”

“Are you suggesting that you wouldn’t care to dance or that you would rather not remain in my company?” Enishi inquires with a frown.

“Neither,” I state in bewilderment. “I was just joking. I would love to join you in a dance.”

Without a word Enishi escorts me to the center of the dance floor while firmly grasping my hand. His behavior is extremely odd. Enishi never begs for anything; whatever he wants he gets swiftly and without complaint. Not only that, but why would he beg to dance with me when he could ask Misao? I truly hope that I am wrong and that he isn’t after my hand. I have too many responsibilities and Misao isn’t even engaged! I can’t marry before my elder sister!

“Is something troubling you?” Enishi inquires softly while taking me into his arms for a slow lament.

“I’m alright,” I reply too quickly.

With a raised brow Enishi states firmly, “You don’t seem to be. You seem distracted. It’s not like you to lose face so easily.”

“You know me too well,” I comment with a sigh. “A lot of things have been on my mind lately.”

“Is it anything that I should be aware of?” Enishi asks in concern. “Perhaps, it was something that I have said or done?”

Shaking my head no I reply, “It’s not your fault. I am just concerned over a few recent developments.”

“One of your patients is giving you trouble again?” Enishi inquires knowingly.

I nod my head yes slowly. It isn’t really a lie since I always concern myself over my patients’ health, but it isn’t the truth either. I can’t tell him my true thoughts; it would only anger him.

“I worry about your health,” Enishi states while giving my hand a slight squeeze. “As admirable as your dedication to your job may be, it is not worth your health. You’re not much of a help to others if you can’t take care of yourself.”

Pulling back from Enishi’s grasp slightly I reply in irritation, “I can take care of myself. I know my limits and do not need anyone’s intervention!”
“I am not trying to run your life or tell you what to do,” Enishi remarks in shock. “I am just suggesting that you ought to take a break. I’m concerned over your welfare.”

Calming down slightly I state matter-of-factly, “Thank you for your concern, but you really should not worry over me. I have been a healer for many years now and know my limitations. Besides, I have my mother to help me if I ever need assistance.”

As the song comes to an end I comment with a sigh, “Thank you for the dance. I promised Druid Hideo that I would speak with him earlier.”

“Are you angry with me?” Enishi inquires pleadingly.

With a shake of my head I state calmly, “I’m a little irritated, but I’m not angry.”

With the slightest trace of a smile Enishi replies, “Megumi, there are some things in which I’d hoped to discuss in private. Are you free tomorrow morning?”

With a weary smile I comment, “I have nothing to do other than make more medicine.”

“Will you meet me in the garden at eight?’ Enishi asks eagerly.

With a slight nod I reply, “Of course. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Quickly turning my back on Enishi and the other dancers I begin my search for the Druid. I can’t wait to learn about this new plant of his.

As I make my way around the castle I notice my mother and father walking hand in hand out of the house towards the festivities. As my mother is about to walk down the stairs she suddenly begins to slip. My father swiftly captures my mother before she so much as stumbles. To the average eye it would look like my mother had never tripped in the first place.

Taking in the scene carefully I notice my mother’s pale face and weary steps. As my father continues to walk by her side I take in his expression. He seems concerned and overly protective. I’ve never seen my father so vulnerable before. Something is wrong with mother and I am determined to find out what it is.

As the two make their way through the crowd I begin searching for Hideo once more. I will have plenty of time to watch my mother, but I won’t have another chance to speak to my dear friend before his departure tomorrow. I just hope my mother’s condition isn’t as serious as my father’s expression makes it seem.