Isao knew that Kouta had responsibilities awaiting him in his family's Dojo but the man wasn't the least inclined to let him leave the compound. Even after Kouta had sufficiently recovered in the care of the Yukihiro house's healers, he hadn't been allowed to leave his room for any reason whatsoever. A while later, the healers had given him the liberty of moving around the house and using the adjoining courtyard for recovery training if he wished. It was more of a garden, really, but there was sufficient space to allow training. 

Isao knew keeping Kouta under house arrest was highly inconvenient to others but frankly, he didn't care. It wasn't his problem to deal with; he had other problems of his own, namely his dead family members. Isao was beyond angry but there was no reason to act immaturely about it - there might have been a reasonable cause for them to be killed but he wasn't all too willing to listen to reason. Not even Yue's words impacted him enough to let Kouta go. 

It had been close to two weeks and the House was getting ready to bury the dead. Isao himself was constantly busy, though the arrangements were done by others, and had his hands full with attending to the dead's immediate families and making up for the dead's roles within the House. It was a stressful job as he was increasingly on edge considerably more, giving Yue enough incentive to avoid him as much as possible. He'd already dealt with her, banning any more excursions to the Human world and temporarily pulling her out of the Academy, along with confining her to her chambers. 

Even so, she wasn't entirely left out of the loop. The maids knew practically everything and through them, Yue knew Kouta was playing prisoner in one of the medical ward's private room that was really more of a living space. Knowing Isao, he would probably be there for a while, but Yue couldn't help but feel sympathetic. The Dojo was most likely suffering through Kouta's absence and she was sure it wasn't pleasant to be confined to a room. Yet she wouldn't leave her room for as Isao's daughter, her chambers were right next to his and his wife's separate house. It made leaving impossible, yet she couldn't shake off the nagging feeling.

Isao, on the other hand, was still busy. Having dealt with the absences of the dead family members, he was partly considering just going down to the Dojo himself but his pride wouldn't allow for it. He'd sent another messenger, requesting Akimoto's presence but word was yet to come back. In the meantime, he readied himself to attend the last of the funerals. 

Dressed in elegant robes, a far cry from the usual kimono, and his wife wife quietly accompanying him by his side, Isao made his way down to the farthest point of the Yukihiro compound where, behind an exit framed by ornate double-doors and several fields down lay even more of the Yukihiro House's expansive property. Most of the surrounding land way beyond the reaches of the compound belonged to the Yukihiro Noble House, either rented, used for building various building for their House's use or worked to produce crops. There were several projects in progress as well as several gardens but today Isao's destination was an obscure yet highly decorated corner that served as the Yukihiro House's burial grounds. 

On the way, he picked Yue up from her part of one of the houses and escorted her along to the burial grounds, as was customary. Like Setsuna, she had been required to wear a traditional mofuku kimono, usually reserved for immediate family members at funerals and made of plain black silk. Nevertheless, it was heavy and Yue found it hard to walk upright without stumbling, unlike Setsuna's graceful, fluid movements. Upon reaching the field, a hundred or so family members stood in uniform lines, their matching black kimonos standing out against the green of the field. They approached the small shrine-like temple and knelt, spending a good hour or so reciting prayers for the dead. Through a gap in the painted wood, Yue could see dozens of graves littering the field. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the sight, taking in the massive count of fresh graves. It was sickening, prompting her to once again close her eyes and pray. 

After the burial came another similar ceremony exclusive to the Yukihiro House, held at the compound. Upon getting back to her rooms, Yue changed into a furisode kimono as was customary of unmarried women, the overly-long sleeves merely inches from the ground. As she had aged quite a bit since first arriving at the Yukihiro House, Yue wasn't considered a child anymore and was required to wear a furisode kimono.

Seated between Setsuna and Isao, Yue once again prayed for the very men she'd stumbled over moments after they'd died. Some had even been alive. The ceremony extended past noon and well into the afternoon, when Isao finally called the ceremony to an end. The gathering dispersed, men and women in colorful formal kimonos returning to their duties or homes. Yue was ordered back to her room and after bowing deeply to her parents, left towards her designated house. 

The house was completely empty, devoid of a single soul. As Yue walked down the darkened hallway, she came across no-one else, not even a maid. Everything was left as it was. It was slightly unsettling, and Yue stopped in the middle of the hallway. The entire house was empty and its residents were only going to arrive in several minutes, allowing her more than enough time to leave if she wished. Furthermore, the maids had also attended the ceremony, making it an ideal time to simply walk out of the house. But was it even a good idea? 

Her guilt overrode logic and she walked through the back door, carefully making her way towards the medical wards. She had a few minutes to spare, did she not? Yue felt like she owed Kouta an apology for everything that had happened, as well as thanking him. It wasn't something you'd expect of someone who'd lost more than fifty family members to Kouta but unlike Isao, anger didn't blind her reasoning and judgement. 

It was late afternoon by the time Yue reached the medical ward and located the correct room. It was the only private ward currently being occupied at the far end of the building and she slowly walked towards it, her steps quiet despite the heavy kimono weighing her down. There was a tray of food on the floor next to the door, obviously left there by one of the attendants. Her hand came up to lightly knock on the sliding door, alerting Kouta of her presence.