"Hey, I didn't pick up the first drink! Don't try to pin this on me!" Kaori argued, but not loud enough so anyone outside the room could hear. Throwing the sheets to one side, she turned so her back was facing Yomi while she got dressed and tied her hair back up in the way it always was. Things were pretty silent until they were both ready to leave... As Kaori slotted that black-bladed sword of hers back in it's sheath, she paused and stared at it for a moment. Her heart felt light, her killer gaze had more or less disappeared over the space of the night. The samurai's weapon was made in jet black steel, and it didn't feel right carrying it anymore - that black soul. Still, it was her weapon. She'd just have to get another some time...

"Let's just.. try act normal. Alright? And if your parents really are the Shogun and his wife, ...they don't need to know."