Three Hundred And Forty

Three Hundred And Forty

On entering the small room I was directed to, I saw Motoko and Natsumi, being fussed over by their parents. Well, Natsumi anyway. On seeing me enter, Natsumi’s rather energetic yet still beautiful mother Masae-san smiled gently, while her father Shou-san had a rather complicated expression on his face. They were both wearing yukata, likely from their family store. Motoko was with her mother, the elegant Tsumura Rikako, her long brown hair trailing down her back, and her movements graceful, like a dancer.

And then there is... A sixth person was in the room, Yukiko-san seated in the corner, fiddling idly with her long braid, though when she saw me enter she reacted, perking up a little.

“Good afternoon.” I greeted the parents of my fiancées, nodding to the princess politely, wondering why she was here. “I trust that Motoko and Natsumi have filled you in on... progress?”

“Indeed.” Rikako-san said, her tone even and confident. “I confess that the decision we made was a hard one. Tsumura house is amongst the most prestigious houses in the land. To... go against tradition in this way is unusual.” She lowered her voice, a slight smile on her face, one eyebrow raised, as if sharing a confidence with us. “I will not say that no daughter of Tsumura house has ever chosen poorly and thrown away her chastity in the past, but usually that would be a cause for disinheritance. In this case however...”

“That’s manifestly unfair.” I protested. “I bet there were plenty of sons who slept around and still inherited.” I interrupted.

“He has you there, Tsumura-sama.” Masae-san chirped. “Though I do agree it’s a bit different for boys. But... well, this situation is also different, isn’t it? Even if our men struggle with accepting it.”

“Is that why father is being so... so rude to Akio?” Seeing Motoko’s normally composed expression twist into an aggrieved pout was fresh and charming. “Demanding from him, despite all Akio has given already! I shall not forgive that, not at all!”

“It’s true then.” Masae-san giggled, very reminiscent of her surprisingly wicked daughter. “When a girl becomes a woman, they no longer cling to their parents, but to their man. Well, I suppose it was like that for me, wasn’t it, darling?” she said to her husband, embarrassing Natsumi, who flushed.

“Father agreed to this!” Motoko insisted. “This was not done lightly! Besides, there is no shame, none at all.” Her voice dropped. “Natsumi and I, we could see his heart. There is no striving for gain or treachery. Only a wish to have us by his side. And we... that is where we wish to be.”

“I am glad.” Rikako-san stroked her head, surprising her. “Your father... well, yes, seeing his precious daughter grow up is a complicated feeling for him.”

“I have always been a trouble to father and you, mother, with my obsession with Tsumura Arts. I know.” She said, tears in her eyes. “But it was all worth it, it was!”

“I heard. Tsumura Arts and your Eye.” She said to me, still comforting her emotional daughter. “It seems there is no more room for doubt. Your father though... do forgive him. The situation is very tense. The military is in crisis. Searching for more power, the power to protect the country... well, as a Tsumura, he feels that need keenly. Besides, expecting the husband of his beloved, if frighteningly wilful daughter, to help out is only natural. Though I confess...” she turned to me, before bowing, shocking the Hori’s. “... I worried for my daughter. I feared unhappiness or disgrace, perhaps both, awaited her. And yet, she remains a Tsumura, duty fulfilled. I look forward to our grandchildren.” As Motoko blushed, she surprised me again by winking, at odds from her stately demeanour. “Not until well after the official wedding though.”

“Should I be here?” Yukiko-san said, uncomfortable.

“Uh, we’ll be done soon, I think. I assume you wanted to speak to me about Tsukiko-san?” I asked, and she confirmed it. “Well then.” I finished. “We can talk in a minute. I do have things to say to you as well.”

“Before that... if I may speak?” Natsumi said diffidently, and Rikako-san smiled.

“Of course you can, Natsumi-chan. Not only are you my Motoko’s loyal bodyguard, but... well, I am not quite sure how to describe it. Fellow concubine is wrong. Sister and wife, maybe?” At that, Natsumi looked happy.

“Yes, I’m Motoko’s sister in truth, and a fellow wife. And I couldn’t be happier, But don’t distract me, please. You said... to help out is natural? But from what I can see... Akio is doing all the helping and getting little back. I... Hori house is not as noble as Tsumura house, being one of the Three Hundred, but... it’s starting to upset me. I’m not alone in this. Hinata too.”

Hinata? I knew she had been making an effort to be accepted, to raise our status and power. She wanted to stand on equal footings with Mayumi-san, make her acknowledge her worth, her legacy. That should have been happening as Hinata was being treated as a Takatsukasa, but... is she? I remarked on it earlier. I’ve tried to do whatever Hinata wanted, to help her out, but was I misreading her all this time, or was Hinata making mistakes in how to get what she wanted? I forget, she’s a young girl, only recently spreading her wings... again, I liked quick wins that would benefit me, but it could certainly be argued I was getting back silver while giving gold, as the old saying went.

“Just what do you mean? After all, he has the privilege of marrying such fine daughters of the nobility, despite being a commoner...” Rikako-san seemed genuinely puzzled, and Yukiko-san tensed, biting down on a sigh.

“And we have the privilege of marrying a man who will defend, love and cherish us, and make our dreams come true. Who already is engaged to a princess, so common, he is not!” Motoko jumped in, defying her mother. “Besides, I understand what Natsumi means. Kyoto would have fallen without Akio. Those that were saved... can still be saved...” at those words, Yukiko-san searched around, as if looking for the spirit lights again. “...owe Akio everything. He has freely shared his arts with the nobility, getting dubious rewards in return. Rewards that are not... always... being honoured.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, having a bad feeling.

“It’s Hanafubuki Academy.” Natsumi said, exchanging a glance with Motoko, who nodded. “I wasn’t sure whether to say anything, but after last night...” she blushed, before resolving herself. “I know Hinata wants to be a strong wife who isn’t always a nuisance or a burden, so she hasn’t said anything. Oh, before I complain, I should say Miyu-sama... uh, Miyu... she’s been extremely respectful of us and Hinata. I was a little surprised actually, but I have no complaints. And her sister Honoka-sama, well, she’s trying, I think... and that’s helped some of the Three Hundred and even a few of the lower Fifty-Eight to treat Hinata with a good deal more respect, but...”

“Let me guess? Everyone else is still treating Hinata the same, despite what I was promised?”

“Not the same.” Motoko insisted. “It is not that bad, but... not like Sakura-sama, her cousin. Mayumi-sama has not changed her attitude at all.”

“I see. Well, that’s... disappointing.”

“It takes time to change the way people think.” Rikako-san said softly. “The rule has always been those sons and daughters who marry out are not considered part of the main line. Even with the Three Grandfathers decreeing otherwise... it takes time to effect change. In due course, they will understand. Just as they will understand your marriage, Motoko.”

“I find I do not overly care whether other nobility understand or not. I know I serve Tsumura house. But...” she looked at Natsumi, who nodded.

“I don’t want Akio to be looked down on! Not when he’s doing everything he can now! If he took his due time, Kyoto would have ten thousand dead, more, not a mere thousand!” she almost spat. “And we wouldn’t have the Ministry, or any of this...”

“There are others, dear...” Shou-san said, worried she was being rude to a higher-ranked person in Rikako-san. “The nobility, especially Ichijou house is gathering them. Though Takatsukasa house is... well, struggling.”

“Gather all they like, will they match up?” she refused to back down. “I know Eri is pretty angry too, even if she doesn’t show it. I’m just grateful she doesn’t take it out on us. She knows we don’t look down on you. Not anymore.” She flushed. “I’m not going to apologise for being a bad girl again. Not after last night. Shaeula, she... well, she has a strange way of looking at things. She’s noble herself, so she expects nobility to have their due. But if she decides that the lack of respect towards you isn’t going to change...”

“... I do worry what she might decide to do.” Motoko finished for her. “Mother, can you honestly say Akio is getting the respect he deserves?” she turned to Yukiko-san, surprising her. “Forgive me for speaking to you so suddenly, Princess Mikasa.”

“Oh, it’s... fine. I’m not much of a Princess, not really. Though I suppose I am Princess of Heaven...” she muttered, a touch forlorn.

“Well then, excuse me, but... what do you think of what Akio has achieved?”

The question surprised her, but she stood, resolute. “I... well, now is the time to speak of it. Tsukiko... you failed to save her life, didn’t you?”

“I did.” I held nothing back. I owe it to her, the truth. Besides, Yukiko-san is one of the Princesses I swore to protect, along with Princess Eleanor, Shaeula and Shiro. Well, Shaeula and Shiro are givens, but... well, prophecy, I don’t like it, and don’t trust it, but I can’t discount it either, considering Foresight and the fact that Tsukiko-san died, even if it didn’t end with her annihilation. My Eye glowed, and I could see her light floating, gently sucking in aether. Besides, when did I need an excuse to save someone, especially a woman? Damn, I sound such a lecher saying it like that, but... well, save first, worry about the details and consequences later. “She seemed almost cheerful when she told me she was right and I was wrong, but... I call it a draw. She will be back, just like Haru-san. And then... well, she laid down her life for her country and her God, so I think that she should be able to choose how she lives her new life, as simply Matsumoto Tsukiko, not the Diviner. You agree, right Yukiko-san?”

“I do.” She said, her expression softening. “Did she... suffer much?”

“It wasn’t too bad. In the end, as she passed, it was peaceful.” I resisted the urge to touch my lips. “And the ants plaguing Kyoto that sought her life were exterminated.”

“I wish I could have been there.” Yukiko-san said, teary-eyed. “But... apparently I can’t be risked, if I was to die, it would shock Japan, and Tsukiko made me promise I’d protect myself. I did take your advice... my Territory is flourishing. Even to be here today, I feel uncomfortable though, but it is being guarded by some others that the Imperial Family has recruited. When... when she returns, I can provide one of these Thrones for her. You won’t insist on doing it yourself, will you?” Her eyes were intense behind her glasses, boring into mine.

“Of course, she can choose. Didn’t I just say that? I didn’t do it to earn her gratitude, I did it because I wanted to save her. You agree, right Yukiko-san? With her life of service, she deserves happiness as a reward. Though if she does want to be part of my Territory, I’ll scrape together the ether somehow.” Ten million for instantly building a Rank 3 Throne. That’s... too much. But then... well, we’ll see.

“And that just proves my point.” Motoko said confidently. “Akio should also be rewarded fairly for his deeds, just as he hopes to reward others. A win-win as you call it is good, and I would not have you change, becoming greedy and grasping. But I cannot bear to see you looked down upon anymore. Even if I thought it was natural, I have changed. I am a woman now, and no woman can tolerate her husband being insulted.”

“I agree!” Natsumi shouted. “Rikako-sama, I understand why Minoru-sama is troubled. But Akio is not the answer to every problem, he has his own concerns. Our own concerns. Princess Mikasa...” she asked, expression serious. “Do you believe in Akio?”

“I do. I’ve seen no reason to doubt him, and Tsukiko... she trusted him enough to claim he was the one to save Japan, save me...” she shook her head, braid bouncing. “... I know he’s a kind man.”

“Too kind. And too naïve. Hinata is right on that.” Motoko declared. “Akio, I think we need a change of approach. Do.. do you enjoy being humbled?”

“Perhaps it’s my own fault.” I sighed, realising the truth. “My father was pretty strict, so I was used to being told what to do, and then as a freelancer, I had to bow to the request of the client if I wanted to get paid. And I did want to get paid, or I wouldn’t eat.” I smiled, remembering those tedious days, seeming so distant now, despite only being a few months ago. “I think the habit to compromise, to accept... it isn’t a bad one. But... well, if Shaeula was here, she’d say I’m too often folding my hand while holding all the aces. What do you think we should do?” I asked, though I knew their answer.

“The timing is awkward, but...” Natsumi checked the time. “I should be able to reach Hinata. I’ll call her, Motoko, you...”

“I know.” She nodded. “Mother, I am sorry if this comes across as undignified, or could endanger my standing in Tsumura house. But I have to make a stand. I am a fighter, a warrior. Tsumura arts was everything to me. Well, that and Natsumi. But now I have other things I treasure. My dear husband, the other wives. And it is now time to show I am a warrior. For not all fighting is against enemies.”

“Daughter, I...” her mother began, only for Motoko to shake her head.

“I believe I am not being unreasonable. Grandfather will support me, even if father does not. He recognises value, having the eyes of a warrior. But I have apologised in case I overstep and the Three Grandfathers try to force you to discipline me. If so... I shall take my leave, and move in with Akio.”

“Me too.” Natsumi said, as she was dialling.

Yukiko-san laughed then, and the sound was full of good humour. She moved her glasses, wiping at her eyes. “Oh, I needed that. It’s been... it’s been hard. You are all so passionate. The other women were like that too. You must inspire them, Akio-san. You even inspired Tsukiko. Well... my voice counts for little, but for what it’s worth, I support you.”

“Our daughters have changed, Rikako-sama. They were changing, but to think... one night could transform them so much. Just what did they experience?”

“Love.” Motoko answered. “And finding kindred souls. And that love is too fine to be squandered on the ungrateful, who think themselves great simply because they are old. Tsumura Arts were old, and yet scorned, despite the value they held.”

“The nobility doesn’t like change.” Masae-san warned.

Motoko was blushing scarlet at my praise, her father looking troubled.

“Excuse me, why am I being singled out?” Ichijou-san complained.

“Not just you, Takatsukasa-san too. I healed him, and he still doesn’t treat his granddaughter properly.”

“This isn’t the time or place for...” Abe-san began, but I glared, silencing him.

“it is. I don’t like making a scene, I’m too adult for that, but if we don’t correct these misconceptions, it could be a disaster down the line. I prioritise those I have to protect. Worst case, I could leave the country. I am sure that any country worldwide would treat me and mine like royalty, with the power and knowledge we can offer. Motoko, Natsumi, Hyacinth, would you come with me?”

“Ooof course. Where you gooo, Hyacinth follows.”

“Tsumura house endures, wherever we are.” Motoko approved, though her hands were trembling.

“If you and Motoko are leaving, then I will. I’d be sorry to leave my family, but, I can probably persuade them to flee with us.”

“You’re bluffing.” The leader of the opposition said, frowning. “I’ve seen the reports. You’ve invested huge amounts of effort in this Territory of yours...”

“I have, but before I go I’ll break it down. We can likely use the Spring of Clear Reflections as a jumping off point and stash the remnants there. Sure, it’ll set me back a few months, but with the Trees and support of the Seelie, and likely whichever country we end up in... I am a half, you know.” I warned them.

“But we agreed to support you, even with resources, despite it being a potential abuse of power and trust...” he persisted, and I rolled my eyes. Okay, now I need my Resilience. It’s annoying playing with a deck of aces and people still try and bluff me.

“Yes, because it’s the best thing for Japan. You know you can trust me, I’m ahead of the game. And my complaints now don’t change that. All I want... is our due. I’m not even looking for power. But me and mine, we will be respected for what we bring to the table.”

“Change does not come easily.” Fujiwara-san said. “And it needs to be managed carefully. The three of us have helped carry the nobility forwards. You may not understand, but we do protect much that is good.”

“I don’t disagree. But you also protect yourselves and your own privileges and rules. And that’s going to have to be bent, if not broken. Hinata gets the treatment we’ve earned her. Motoko and Natsumi, and their families, they get no disadvantage from our marriage. If anything, they should be honoured for their sacrifice in giving up their futures to tie me to Japan and the nobility. At least, that’s the way it’ll be, all right?”

Your Determination has increased by 1.

Still going up, huh? Well, I admit this is somewhat painful for me, but... it’s happening. I’ve had enough.

“A sacrifice? I’d say we’ve gained...” Natsumi muttered, only for Motoko to shake her head.

“Hush Natsumi, you know what he means.”

“From now on, I’ll not deal with any house that doesn’t treat us fairly. Which is a real shame for you, Ichijou-san. Ixitt’s finally designed a prototype aether generator. There’s only a few more hurdles to overcome, and we’ll have clean, cheap electricity. Ever since the nuclear power plant disaster of twenty-eleven, Japan has been dependant on outside sources of fossil fuels.” I looked at Haru-san’s father, as well as Abe-san, Kishida-san and Morita-san. “When the world starts seeing events like Kyoto springing up everywhere, when people like me go on a rampage, how long do you think supply chains and international trade will last? Energy, recycling, weapons... we have plans for them all. We could make Japan self-sufficient. But... maybe you’d rather we take that elsewhere?”

“We could detain you...” Morita-san said, and Hyacinth broke the mood by laughing madly.

“Akio, there are toooooo many fools here. Hyacinth could purge them for yooou? Just ask and I shall dooo it!”

At that the JSDF Candidates went tense, but Haru-san was next to speak. “She’s not serious... well, mostly. But if you move, you’re both as dead as I am.” She rolled her eyes. “You aren’t hot stuff, I can tell. Even I could take you both. Akio-san could take twenty of you.”

“If your next words...” Motoko said, backing Haru-san up. “... are something foolish like threatening his family or friends, I would be more than happy to kill you myself.” Well, that’s bold of her. Natsumi is nodding too, even if she looks sick. “I get it. I do. I was raised noble, I have only known Hanafubuki Academy, I know little of the outside world. But I know this. You will regret rejecting my Akio over misplaced pride. Some small sacrifices, and the nobility, the country will be strong, united. Faith, Imperial Family and Nobility. Business, Politics. Five Pillars as one.”

Fujiwara-san laughed softly. “Well said indeed. If you were born a Tsumura son, I would have you marry my Honoka and be my heir. But alas, such is not to be. Kira, Itsuki, I fear they have a point.” Well, once again, I guess he’s reasonable. But then, Miyu is my vassal, so he has limited choices.

“I don’t get why I’m the bad guy here.” Ichijou-san said, frowning. “I’ve always been dealing fairly with you. Besides, my Mayumi... she’s a complicated girl. She’s the top daughter at Hanafubuki, no offense, Itsuki, Shige.”

“None taken. Sakura-chan, my Honoka, they are younger, while Miyu was too timid, though that is changing. I suppose I should thank you for sparking her fire, and looking after her.” Fujiwara-san said.

“Well, we started off on the wrong foot. Just like us now. She was rude and looked down on Hinata and I. Sound familiar? But when I helped her, she showed gratitude, and she pays her debts. Miyu, Motoko, Natsumi, Hinata. They are truly what I think of when I hear the word noble. Hell, Shaeula is more regal than Mayumi-san, and she can down an assault helicopter in battle. Compete with that!”

Motoko and Natsumi were laughing, Hyacinth and Haru-san too. It was then my phone rang loud, and the table shook, as the hiding Akai jumped, slamming her head. She rolled out, pouting, and I checked the caller ID. Hinata. Great timing.

“We’ve all heated up a bit. We should calm down and think.” Abe-san said. “We still have to deal with China. This is a distraction. You’ve made yourself clear, Akio-san. What do you want?”

“I’ll have to see. Let me take this call first.”

Morita-san tried to object, but Hyacinth glared at her, violet eyes frightening, her hair shifting slowly like black, green and purple vines ready to strangle.

“Hey Hinata.” I answered, and she appeared on a video call. I nodded to Haru-san and she fiddled around with her surface tablet, and soon my phone was displayed on everybody’s screens, Hinata in her uniform, Miyu beside her, along with their bodyguards. “Good timing.”

“I heard. Natsumi filled me in. So...” she looked at me with her dark eyes, therefore simultaneously staring into the eyes of everyone in the room. Her lip trembled with emotion, and she finally spoke. “I’m sorry.”

“Why are you apologising to me?” I asked genuinely confused.

“Because I wanted to be mature, a grown woman, to match you.” She sniffled, tears starting to come. “Sorry, I wanted to be the perfect wife, respected, doing business, but...” she sucked in a breath of air. “I’m still a noble daughter, despite what people think. My mother is a Takatsukasa!” Her voice was shaking. “I’m trapped by that thinking, by the teachings of Hanafubuki. But I saw confident girls like your sister, like Shaeula, and I wanted to be that way. I wanted to be free... no, that’s a lie. Sorry. I don’t want to be free, I wanted to be me. I wanted to be accepted as a true friend to Mayumi-sama, as noble, as respected as any. She’s dynamic, beautiful, prideful, imperious, confident... annoying.”

“That’s my Mayumi, all right.” Ichijou-san chuckled.

“... before I met Akio, and the girls around him, so unlike any I’d ever met, she was my role model, I wanted to be just like her. I may be beautiful, but I’m not full of pride, I’m not confident, imperious, no. I... hope I don’t annoy you, Akio...”

“Never.” I promised. “Even when you were effectively blackmailing me into marriage, I think I secretly loved it. You were so cute then.”

She flushed. “Ugh, way to make me feel bad. Well... I tried to bargain hard. I did it with Miyu. Sorry.” She said, and Miyu nodded her acceptance.

“You had no choice. I was a fool, and my own pride and stubbornness would have killed me. I have no regrets.”

“Well, when it comes to Mayumi-sama, no, Mayumi-san, no matter how angry I get, I just... I just fold. I let her walk all over us. and Sakura too. My cousin... I know she cares, but it isn’t fair. Just because she’s born from the son, while I’m born from the daughter, I’m nobody. We’re cousins! She’s kind, in her own haughty way, but... it’s not enough for me.” Tears were dropping now, and she sobbed, though she talked through them, trying to be strong.

“And when I wanted to appease them, was unable not to, you followed suit, Akio. For me. I know. I hate that. I’ve failed.” Damn, I hate seeing her cry. Especially when it’s not that at all. Well, I admit to trying to read what she wanted, not planning to rock the boat, put her ambitions, her wants at risk, but...

“Bullshit.” I denied it. “Okay, sure, I know how much being accepted means to you, so sure, I made sure not to alienate the other nobility, especially your peers, the girls from Hanafubuki, but...” Of course, I’m also weak to girls, so it was a double-whammy of appeasement...

“...well, I’ve realised I’ve been thinking like a freelancer all this time. Weak to the strong, too diffident. Well, that won’t get us anywhere. So Hinata...”

“Yes?” she sniffled.

“Stop your tears. Even if we have failed, we don’t win all the time, but so long as we don’t lose... I couldn’t prevent Tsukiko-san from dying, but I did save her spirit. Likewise, you couldn’t get what you wanted, but you have another chance. I’m no longer going to acknowledge those who don’t respect us, be they politician, noble, priest or anyone else. We know our worth, and we have to get it. I’m no monster, I want to save Japan, but a Japan that hurts those I love isn’t a Japan I recognise. So... smile, okay?”

“I... I love you. I wish I could have been there...” she sniffled, wiping her teary eyes. “... that night. But I know you think I’m not ready. Honestly, the way I’ve let myself be drowned in my insecurities and fears, I see why. I’m still a girl. But... I won’t lose either. No more.” She clenched her fist. “So, if Mayumi-san won’t respect me... so be it.”

“In that case, Hinata, what do you think we should demand to provide our support? Obviously we’ll prioritise requests as we feel are important, we aren’t servants, but allies, but... I think you should decide.”

“I see. Up to me, huh? Well, I’m glad you still trust me, you’d still put your faith in me. Well, really, there’s only one thing, and it would solve every problem.”

“And that is?” I asked, curious.

“Is everyone else listening?” she asked, and I answered they were.

“Great. That’ll make things easier then. For our support... what we should have... what I want... is Takatsukasa house.”

There was a silence that was somehow deafening, quiet enough to hear a pin drop, and then a chair scraped, breaking the stillness, as Takatsukasa-san leaned forwards, eyes bulging, almost falling out of his chair... “What in the name of all the Gods...?” he shouted, and it was suddenly pandemonium...