As daylight began to break and customers slowly trailed out of Yoshiwara, drunk customers were bustling around, knocking into each other. Naosuke vaguely heard an angered shout, the clashing of swords in the distance. He straighten up, searching the crowd for his older brothers and forgetting to watch his back. The boy cried out as his back was slashed, stumbling forward and in shock.

The last thing he remembered was being pulled into someone's warm arms, held against something soft.

Naosuke blinked open his eyes, groaning softly at the light shining into his face. Blearily peering around the room, he hastily pushed himself up to inspect his surroundings. A yujo's room in...Yoshiwara? Why would he be in a prostitute's room? Accidentally pulling his wounded back, he whimpered softly and fell down into the futon.

Hearing footsteps approach, he closed his eyes and feigned sleep, preparing to attack whoever had 'kidnapped' him. Feeling soft hands on his face, Naosuke sneakily opened one eye, thinking it'd be alright just to take a quick peek.

His eyes widened as he stared up at you, and he blurted out, "pretty..."