Sanemi usually never showed his soft side to anyone, not even his own brother. But with Giyuu, he didn't mind.

The Wind Pillar leaned back against the sakura tree, his eyes half closed. He slipped his calloused hand in Giyuu's smoother one, his breath slowing. For once, he was calm. He was content. He was free of stress.

He watched the cherry blossoms fall, feeling at ease. What a tranquil setting. It almost felt out of place, like the calm before a devastating storm.