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Recherché Chapter Fourteen: Countdown to Showdown
As afternoon stretched toward early evening, Iruka paced outside the inn. Who knew they’d move this quickly? Damn it! I hate keeping secrets, but all the pieces aren’t in place yet. Wanted to hold it together longer before I had to say something, but now--
“Iruka, you haven’t taken up smoking, again have you?”
Startled, he turned to see the scowl on Izumo’s face. “No, of course not,” he laughed.
“Alright … so, what’s troubling you?”
“It’s nothing ... um, where’s Tetsu?”
“Nothing huh,” he said stepping in front of Iruka, “then why are you walking around in circles out here?”
“Because if I walked in triangles, people would think me mad. Now don’t trouble yourself … I’m just trying to sort a few things out is all.”
Catching hold of the other man’s uninjured forearm as he attempted to walk past him, Izumo looked him straight in the eye saying, “I could always tell when you were stressed or lying. And right now, you’re a bit of both.”
“I promise … all is well; tell you everything once Tetsu gets here, okay?”
Izumo still held tight his arm, “Everything?”
“I’ll spill my guts like a fishwife does Biwa trout--”
“Now you’re making me hungry,” he smiled as he released his grip.
“Ruka! You have no idea how glad I am to see you,” Kotetsu said as he rounded the corner of the building. “Your cousin’s a sadist … did he tell you what he made me do? What? Why are you looking at me like that … what’s going on?”
“We were about to organize a search party,” Izumo said as he turned to face him.
“And the jokes keep coming. Why are we standing out here? We're paid through the week, aint we Ruka?”
“Calm down, everything’s squared away with the inn and whatever Zumo did, a hot meal and a few drinks should make things right.”
“Now you’re talkin’ …I’m starving.”
“We'll need to go somewhere our conversation won’t be overheard,” he said inclining his head toward the inn. “Whatcha think?”
“Long as the food’s good, the alcohol's flowing," Kotetsu was already walking toward the inn’s entrance, "and you’re buying--”
“Excellent! I passed a little diner by the lumber mill. We’ll have no worries about eavesdroppers on the way--”
“More walking?” Kotetsu whined as he turned about. “Good god man! The blisters on my feet have blisters.”
“Don't mind him,” Izumo smiled as he wrapped his arm around his friend's neck. “He’s been a grouch since we left the Temple.”
A snarl and a sharp elbow in the side freed Kotetsu from the chummy gesture. “Only a grouch cause you didn’t let me eat nothing.”
“No time for horsing around you two,” he said walking away from the building. “We have to get moving if we're going to that tsuya tonight--”
“Crashing a wake? That's kinda creepy Ruka … we didn’t know that woman--”
“What if I told you there’s a good chance Hatake will be there tonight?”
He paused at the mouth of the path leading from the inn, “You know me … I’m up for that.”
“Exactly what I needed to hear! I wanna look him straight in the eye and--”
“And do what, Iruka? Embarrass yourself again? The Temple is hardly the place to engage our enemy,” Izumo reasoned. “I swear … everyday that passes, you’re starting to sound more and more like Tetsu ... foolhardy--”
“I aint foolhardy …just hate wasting my time. But hell, Ruka, even I know public confrontation is a stupid idea. I mean, for god sakes… this is a demon we’re talking about--”
“Hatake already knows we’re here,” Iruka calmly whispered. “Paid me a visit--”
“You’ve seen him? That why you were so anxious earlier?”
“One of the reasons, Zumo and no, Hatake and I didn’t have a face to face meeting. When I got back to the inn, I discovered both the valise and my father’s portfolio were tampered with; thankfully, nothing was missing.”
“Good,” Kotetsu growled as he cracked his knuckles, “least he knows we mean business--”
“No, that’s not necessarily a good thing,” Izumo warned. “We have to be careful, Hatake can use that information against us.”
“Give it a rest old man, not like he’ll run to the constables--”
"You’re both correct … sorta,” Iruka said as he stepped between them. “For now, Hatake has the advantage … but not for much longer. We’re gonna stop him before he takes another victim. Come … walk with me while I explain.”
Recherché
At the door of the antechamber, Kinoe softly said, “My Lord ... all is in readiness. Would you like me to bathe you now?”
Soft light from his lantern suffused the foot of the bed, surrounding the Master with an otherworldly glow as he sat up, silken sheets pooling at his waist.
“Afterwards. As I have need to spend my wrath before tonight’s solemnities, the Yasha await me in the upstairs bedchamber.”
Watching his Lord emerge naked from a tangle of sheets, a pleasant tingle ran along Kinoe’s spine; an uncomfortable tightness spread through his loins as the Master stretched his upper body. His breath caught in his throat at the realization of Lord Hatake frolicking with a small army of nubile Yasha. Soon, he thought, I’ll stand inside the secret compartment, witnessing my Lord’s pleasure surging through his body as he plunges deep his--
“Are we understood then? Keep the downstairs servants occupied and away from the second floor.”
“Yes, of course my Lord,” he breathed. “How well I remember the last time; blood splattered walls … the feeding frenzy of the Yasha, dismembered corpses littering the hallway, all because those unfortunate souls ran in answer to the screams issuing from your quarters.” With the back of his free hand, Kinoe dabbed away a trail of drool from the corner of his mouth. “It was rapturous.”
“So, Umino … think he’ll show his face tonight?”
“I … I have no doubt my Lord. Who would not wish to be in your presence?”
“Have you taken leave of your senses Kinoe or is it, voyeuristic thoughts cloud your memory? Do you not understand that every fiber of Umino’s being is dedicated to eradicating me?”
“My Lord, he is but a weak and foolish human... no match for a numen--”
“Weak, you say? And foolish? Hardly. Humans are unpredictable … that makes them dangerous. You still bear the scars from his father’s dagger, do you not?”
While the Master spoke, Kinoe’s fingers flew to the thick puckered skin along his breastbone. "Yes, I wear these scars with pride, as they were sustained to protect--"
"As if I needed your protection. I simply went to talk to Tadashi, tried to convince him to continue the research after he and my father had a falling out. That fool ... uttered a curse and drew a blade. You stepped into a fight that wasn't yours Kinoe; those scars are the result of your impulsiveness."
"Master, I never understood why you didn’t take his life that night--”
“You still speak as a fool. I can find a replacement for you anytime I choose ... remember that,” he said standing beside the bed. “Umino Tadashi’s life was in the hands of my father … that's why I couldn't kill him. However, his son belongs to me. Make no mistake, the younger Umino has a heart set on revenge; he’s proven himself a hot-tempered, quick-thinking and resourceful human. Yes, my quarry is wily and brimming with fire. How I live for the thrill of the hunt, for unlike you were, Umino represents an intellectual challenge as well; someone worthy of my interest.”
With bowed head, he answered, “It is as you say, my Lord. I am forever grateful for your tolerance. With your permission, I go now to prepare the upper bedchamber.”
“Begone … oh, and Kinoe--”
“Yes, Master?”
“As you spy on my activities this evening, try to control yourself. Your heavy breathing and choked off moans of release inhibit the Yasha’s enjoyment.”
Kinoe dropped to his knees, his forehead inches from the slate floor. “My Lord … I had no idea you knew of my … I mean, thank you for not revoking this wonderful privilege.”
What a perverse little creature you are, thought Hatake as his servant withdrew.
Recherché
“Still drinking heavily, Biki?” Tsume asked pushing a flask of sake toward him.
“I wouldn’t say heavily--”
“Mother please, that’s not appropriate dinner conversation.”
“What? Ibiki was the only man who could drink me under the table … god, I miss those days.”
“Yes … well,” Hana politely cleared her throat as she turned to Ibiki, “it's so nice having the family together again.”
“I’d forgotten what an excellent cook you are, Hana … thanks for the reminder. And,” he said glancing at his pocket watch, “I also forgot how early dinner is on the farm. My apologies … afraid I’ll have to eat and run.”
“What’s that? Hot date, Biki?”
“Little time for romance these days, Tsume. Gotta show my ugly puss at the tsuya tonight.”
“Shame what happened to that Hyuga girl,” she mumbled with a shake of her head. “So, you and your brother worked things out?”
“Mother, you’re meddling," Hana snapped. “If they don’t wish to discuss it, we shouldn’t either. Let’s not dredge up ancient history.”
“It’s okay my lamb," Idate said as he squeezed her hand. "I’m sure everybody around the table remembers our very public falling out.”
“Everybody except me,” Tsume said. “Go on then, spare no detail.”
“Mother, that’s enough!”
Laying aside his chopsticks, Idate dropped his hand beneath the table and patted Hana’s knee. “I don’t mind talking about it, and considering today’s events, I’m sure we could all use a good laugh. Whole thing was kinda silly in retrospect. You see, Ibiki used to think I resented him for leaving me to run the family business … which I did for a time. Despite that, I was always proud of him and a little jealous too. He ran off and saw the world; experienced things I only ever read about. I won out in the end,” he smiled, raising the back of Hana’s hand to his lips, “never would’ve met the love of my life had I’d been gallivanting about like was.”
“For the love of mud --- I’m tryin’ to eat here,” Kiba said. “All that mushy stuff makes my stomach do flips."
“You should be used to us by now. One of these days you’ll be glad Idate taught you how to treat a woman right--”
“Well it aint today Sis. Okay that’s it,” he growled pushing away his plate, “I’ve lost my appetite.”
“Told ya … it’s a sin to waste food, boy!” In one smooth motion, Tsume stood, reached across the table, flicked at his ear with her fingers and sat back down. “Now shut up and eat,” she barked. “Go on Idate.”
“Yes … well, after Ibiki was discharged from the military, he moped around feeling sorry for himself … turned into a hopeless drunk. That never sat right with me, I wanted to beat him senseless--”
“You did get in a few good licks,” Ibiki said. “Knocked me on my ass twice, if I remember correctly--”
“Yeah …I did, didn’t I?”
“Wait a minute,” Tsume laughed, “this shrimp beat you? What … were you knee walking drunk, Biki?”
“Nope, happened during a rare moment of sobriety--”
“Gotcha … you let him win. Knew there had to be a logical explanation for that--”
“Moving on,” Idate interrupted, “what brings you here, Ibiki?”
“Grandmother’s stories,” he said around a mouthful of sweet taro root. “You remember any of ‘em?”
“How could I forget? She used to scare us silly with her tales of strange creatures roaming the countryside, drinking the blood of animals and lapping up children’s tears.”
“Seems our fair Governor thinks those same creatures are responsible for the deaths of eight young women--”
“Horseshit,” Tsume snorted. “Everybody knows we got a spree killer on the loose. So, why the hell haven’t you caught him yet Biki?”
“Ignore her, I’ve every confidence you’ll catch this maniac--”
“Don’t know about that, little brother.
I’m starting to think the Governor might be right.”

Notes:
Yasha: female vampire-bat of Japanese lore. A woman could become one of these creatures if she allowed anger to lower her status in rebirth.
Biwa trout: an anadormous fish endemic to Lake Biwa in the Shiga Prefecture, Japan. Called a trout, it is more akin to salmon.
Suffused: to spread over as with liquid or light.
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