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Found something in my old channel in youtube about two women arguing in a drama. Oddly - and hilariously enough - these could perfectly fit Ki-Yong and his dad Ryuketsu. It doesn’t matter if they are guys, the lines fit perfectly their personalities. 

Ki-Yong just didn’t mess more with his father’s temper because he knew Ryuketsu’s very own essence and his spells could mean an explosion of dark aura enough to kill any human within an fifty kilometres ratio. Poor Hibiki...he might be a coward through and through, but he’s sometimes a kind-hearted coward.  

I kind of wrote just a little more because Hibiki and dear Dad would look out-of-character. Also the Château Von Tifon is, indeed, a castle with European architecture. It was there before Ryuketsu came to the service of an old Leberecht.

Positive Näogi Year of 1698 

Ryuketsu: *with a swirling of dark aura underlining those features, the Château Von Tifon’s hall darkening and becoming stifling despite being two in the afternoon. * “Enough! Silence!” * He pants, some of the Duke Rüdiger’s precious indoor vines dying and withering. One of his hands is grasping into a rasping, terrified Hibik’s shivering armi, both the young dragon and the spider looking more like claws than actual hands. 

Hibiki breaks into a sweat, his eyes widened into two big black pits, small curls of black smoke coming from his nostrils. His allergic reaction to his father’s venomous gas is starting to make his throat and stomach itch. Soon he wouldn’t be able to breathe without expelling a fireball. 

Hibiki: “Father! Father! Water...! Please!” 

Ryuketsu: *Furrows his painted eyebrows while glancing at his youngest son with a surprised look.* “Earth, fire, air! Are you such a child you still want to play those silly games, Hibiki! *Places one hand in his face, sighing. Raises his voice, ringing in the castle like thunder * “Will someone in this castle bring some glass of water for my cowardly son?!” 

Ki-Yong: “Dad! I think he’ll need a waterfall to wash out so much poison!” 

“I can’t grasp---! I cannot grasp how you allow this treacherous, cruel, manipulative man to belong to our family, Kato Hibiki!”

Ki-Yong: *laughs* “Aww, that does sound familiar! Isn’t that what our sister’s hubbie told us after he arrived from the wedding ceremony?”

Hibiki chortles quietly, but he immediately is silenced with a glare from his father, who is so furious to the point of nearly destroying the entire castle.  

Ryuketsu: “I was talking about you, you demented twit!” *He growls. * “Why don’t you go and spy on the Kinnara Queen Roshini! Instead of trying my patience and yapping all day, you should keep an eye on that Kinnara!” 

Ki-Yong: “Hibiki! Oh, Hibiki! Be a good fellow and tell this to your dear pet tarantula: I have no idea where the Sacred Hazelnut Tree Monastery is! Sure, it is near the banks of the Blessing River...but no one knows where exactly...!”

Hibiki shakes his head to an incoming crew of servants wearing leather masks, his face pale and haggardly as he struggles to hold his breath.

Hibiki: “This is an excellent training for breathing exercises! That’s it, think of it as a training exercise!” 

Ryuketsu: “Who are you to question my orders, Ki-Yong?!” 

Hibiki: “Please...will...Will you stop bickering! Mayu won’t return to us if she...Well, what am I talking about?!’ *Hibiki immediately stands up, groaning inwardly as he began to run towards the exit. The telepathic spell would not last, and so wouldn’t the poor people who lived in the castle if he lingered any longer near his father’s poisonous words and breath. * You selfish idiots only care about yourselves. I’ll find Mayu by myself. 

Ryuketsu: “You will, won’t you?” The dark, silken voice is calmer, and that is what frightens more the two brothers. Inwardly, both the dragon and the fox are shuddering. But they are men now. “Benzaiten escaped me...See to it we hear Mayu’s last breath”. 

A  last breath...That makes Hibiki recall a song. It’s a song his sister made up, while examining a harpsichord. She had been captivated how such a instrument could exist. Her father, in a rare moment of kindness, taught her how to play it. It was nothing like the Hibiki’s koto. 

He takes one last moment to the main hall of the castle. 

It is a sharp contrast, the crimson and golden harpsichord a few meters to the left of the golden eerie, hexagonal, Ku-naira paper-lanterns shimmering in a greenish light, lining the marble stairway, the deep black stair-rails where the realistic picture of the glowing, happy Von Tifon were, Percival and his late wife holding a toddler child with dark brownish hair. The little Rüdiger was not so little anymore. 

Forty two steps downwards, his father is looking at - or maybe through him. That flowing royal haori coat and the black silken kimono trailing across the marbled ground, the realistic golden kinnara statues and the picture of a golden Buddha hanging on the eastern wall...Everything in that hall is light, everything  in that hall is wealth...A fact Hibiki never associates with his father. 

Hibiki: “He is a criminal, no matter how many times he tries to disguise it. But what am I? ” 

Closing the main gates, Hibiki takes a sharp breath, noticing how the trees are unaffected by his father’s bad mood, the blossoming sakura trees whistling in a chilling tone.  It’s oddly cold for a spring afternoon, the sun barely visible from grayish clouds.