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Eyes narrow,squinting at her colleague and mentally counting until ten, a method to stopher from doing anything regrettable later. Were she foolish and easily to lieto as the common folk of soldiers in the army, she would fall for his act ofperfection. But for those that peek a single time to what’s behind the mythicalillusion, deception is denied and pushed away brusquely.

It’sdispleasing how similar they are and it boils her blood, making her see red,like the color of camellias and his infuriating grin. She doesn’t buy hiselegant words and polite demeanor, wishing for him to break that farce if onlyto cease the constant belittling of their comrades. Perfect man, perfect soldier,perfect retainer and then — tomboy, blunt and rude Kazahana with lack ofexperience and not meant to serve Lady Sakura. She isn’t one of modals and heis but behind his courtesy, he’s only a man, trying to not show a weakness to aharsh world. He’s stupid to not realize that will be his downfall but so sheis, knowing she will never be enough for Sakura.

“Haven’tyou? Don’t you dare lie to me, I won’t forgive you if you belittle me.” Harshwords but she stands on her ground, eyes full of intent, daring him tocontradict her. He’s her partner and she understands that part well enough, however,years together do not ease the fire in her skin, a contradiction to her name’smeaning.

Snowflakes shouldn’thurt but then again, her father wouldn’t have known she would follow steps ofharsh and brutality than those of delicate cherry blossoms.

They wereliars and the thought reminds her that showing a single weakness will be herundoing. Maybe she’s too harsh, maybe she’s too cruel, maybe she doesn’t knowwhat to express with him around, he always gets too easy on her skin and itmakes her mad, too mad because in his lies, he finds comforts and she can’t.

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“Sakura…”

Those moments of tranquility are few, war tainting everything bright and beautiful. Katakana always ready, she has to admit fighting for her liege is what motivates to keep striving towards a more qualified strength. Her youth is an impediment to give Sakura what veterans would surely be able to offer in one go and she envies how easy is for some to be able to not be distressed at the thought of losing someone as precious as her princess.

Were the pits of hell what Sakura must go, she would gladly follow.

It’s unquestionable, the feeling of pure happiness that swaps away her heart at keeping her best friend away from harm. As contrasting they are, Kazahana doesn’t care, Sakura is her one priority and if anyone dares to be cruel or hurt her, mercy shall leave her body and punish the wrongs.

Calloused hands take her liege’s softly, an action not common in the samurai. Blunt, tomboy-ish, nothing at all meant to be fragile but oh, how it flows, it flows easily a softness reserved for her dearest friend.

“What are you saying? I’ll never leave, never, did you hear me? Not even death could separate us so smile. I’ve always thought your smile is one of the reasons of why me and others love you so much. So smile, I won’t leave you, I’ll remain by your side until we’re both grey and cranky.”

“Fight me.” Harsh words and intent clear, she offers none other option to her fellow retainer.

“I swear, if you hurt her even by accident, I shall show no compassion to you.”

Paternal instict isn’t too different from the love she feels for her liege. But she has come to understand finally the repercussions of motherhood. It means to keep her safe from harm, out of the cruelty from others who don’t understand how wonderful she is. It’s their loss, how they cannot see beyond the facade and see she’s still a child, a loving, growing girl. Her daughter is a gift from heaven, human, of flesh and bones.

“Understood?”

“Sakura——!”

She immediately chokes the words up. Disrespectful with others is fine but with her childhood friend? How many times has she heard complains of how she addresses her liege? Groaning under her breath, shoulder shake but she stands on her ground. Improving isn’t an easy step, habits too irrigated in her person. With a loud cough, she beams a bright smile and walks to the princess.

“I mean, milady. Today we’re having a beautiful day, right?”

“Lars. Wait a second.”

Suspicion is common — an inevitability in a war looming on the horizon. But Lady Mikoto trusts the man and she knows better than to go against the queen’s orders. For Sakura’s sake, her doubts and judgement will be cast aside. The samurai strolls, steps firm as she takes away some of the load from her fellow retainer’s hands.

“Let me help, it’s easier to do this on pairs.”

“Hoshidan fashion?”

She looks at the Nohrian prince quizzically, eyebrows furrowed. Stereotypes are part of daily life but it’s troublesome how sometimes being a girl means liking girly things. Blunt tongue and a hand on her hip, Kazahana shakes her head, adamant to get her point across. She knows manners should be given to royalty but she isn’t particularly rude, merely baffled at the inquiry.

“Beats me, I’ve never been interested in things like that. Why didn’t you ask Oboro for this?”