“Ow! What?” Rubbing his head Amano looks back into the room, shoving the box that attacked him aside to watches as Illiendi prepares to leave. [i]'What did he? Oh, right. . .I guess we've done enough if he's ready to go. . .'[/i] A gnawing feeling starts up in the pit of his stomach as he thinks on the following morning with more and more trepidation, however he looks to his demon with all the confidence he cam muster and smiles. “I'm sure you have things to do, and with you there with me tomorrow, I am sure you can help me with anything I forget.” He gestures to the desk. “I will study it all once I find what I am looking for, then it is off to bed.” His smile warms a bit. “Thank you Illiendi.” 

With that he turns back to his task of finding that scabbard he knows he has. . . Somewhere. [i]'I could have sworn I put it on the top shelf, but it wasn't there. I do not think my brothers have been in here to mess with my stuff. Maybe it fell when I'[/i] He yelps as yet again something smashes into his head, however this time it is followed by a cry of victory. The source of the now growing lump on his head just so happens to be the box he was looking for. “Perfect! I hope the fall did not damage it. . .” Settling back on his rump he lays the box across his knees and flips the latches open. Popping the lid up he smiles with a soft sigh.

There, laying on purple velvet, is the unmarred scabbard, presented to him with honors. [i]'First thing I earned on my own. . .'[/i] The cool blue surface is inlayed with silver leaf and vine patterns, the usual brown leather harness straps stained black by a professional tanner. His fingers run across the smooth cold surface of the metal around the top, sliding across the shoulder strap and down to the fine silver buckles that hold it all in place. “Just like the ones used by professionals. . .” He smiles fondly at the memory before closing the lid. Spotting the other box he was looking for he snatches it up and brings both over to the desk. Settling them down he checks the room quickly to make sure Illiendi is gone before slipping out of his robe and scooping up his notes.

Shivering, he stacks the papers quickly to make them easier to carry before shuffling swiftly over to his bed. Sliding between the warm sheets the silken fibers feel so welcoming on his nude form. He takes a moment, setting the papers down, then in a mad dash runs to retrieve the lantern, settling it on his bedside table before diving once more between the sheets much like a playful child. Rolling and curling he manages to get comfortable with his head and arms above the covers, his body propped up on a few pillows so he can read over his notes. It does not take long for the comfortable sheets and warmth to make his eyelids droop, however he manages to read through all the notes before reaching over and snuffing out the light.

[i]'Tomorrow, I will face my father, not as his son, but as a man with a plan, and the will to see it done. Even if I am not that man yet, with Illiendi's help, I pray I will at least be able to show him what I long to be'[/i] The fire grows dim, hiding more and more of the room from his barely opened eyes, until at last all things fade, and Amano becomes dead to the world. A demon walks his halls, and Amano could not feels safer if the lord himself laid a hand upon him.