He couldn’t believe it. Here he was, remarried after his ex-wife, Ruka died of an illness.

He felt empty. So empty that he would drink himself to sleep every single night. Sat at the Engawa mansion. One of her pillars supporting his back. A ceramic bottle full of sake in his hand. Chugging the liquid down like it was water. He growled and mumbled things under his breath, silently cursing himself for what he’d become. The sake he chugged dripping down his chin onto his kimono robe, staining it.

“What’d’ya want?!”

He snapped once his thoughts were interrupted by your footsteps approaching him. His hazy gaze still up on the high moon casting a glow on the pathetic form of his drunken body.