Views from the House of Dying Crane

The Trials and Tribulations of Yuika, Lady of Dying Crane.

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Location: Dying Crane, The Ninth Kingdom

The pain of facing my fears grows stronger. The memories which I have buried for so long, surface almost daily. My new friend, His Lordship Broken Rampart has been a source of enormous comfort yet still, I cannot confide my deepest secrets...

Year of the Boar, Eighth Month, Day 18.

When I woke this morning, it was with the memory of what passed the night before last... I still do not know who she was. I also do not know how it was that she came to my bed without either Atsuko or Nanami knowing anything. Neither of them have said anything about it and so I can only conclude that they had left me. But why? Why would they leave me alone knowing that I had taken so ill and that Shigeru was here...? Nothing about it makes sense... I am starting to wonder whether I imagined her but that does not make any sense either. In my wildest dreams, I could not have imagined it thus. So... soft... so gentle... so ... consuming... I could never have dreamt of that pressure that built inside me as her fingers touched me so intimately... and I certainly could not have conceived of the explosion of bliss I felt.
It shames me to think that I am so... uneducated in matters of the bedroom... of how my fearful whimpers and hesitation must have sounded to her as she kissed me in places no one has ever touched. If I had known such ... pleasure existed, perhaps I would have had a weapon against Shigeru's advances but all I knew was how his touch revolted me...
I must find out who she is... 

Year of the Boar, Eighth Month, Day 17.

I ... do not know how to write down what I am feeling. My heart is at once broken and yet it is more whole than it has ever been. Yuki had ordered an evening meal for those who had arrived at White Lake. I thought food would settle my stomach so although I had no appetite, I went to the Hall. The White Lake servants attempted to ply their guests with rice wine and plum liquor; I was tempted to drink away my sorrows but I refrained, not wanting to make a bigger fool of myself than I had already. The food was plentiful and the dishes were elaborate; whole swordfish stuffed with figs and almonds, an octopus poached in liquor, chrysanthemums crystallised with sugar and spice... each dish richer than the last and I could eat nothing but plain rice and even that seemed to stick in my throat. At the hour of the bat, the monks began to roam the House chanting the traditional sutras and banging their gongs, the air was thick with incense and rather than feeling settled, I felt sicker than ever. I did not think even my pipe would make me feel well.
When it was seemly to do so, I excused myself, citing the long journey as reason for my fatigue. As I was walking down the long corridor to the guest chambers, a servant scurried past and pressed a folded piece of parchment into my hand. I looked down into my hand as I unfolded it and when I saw the characters written on it, I was overwhelmed by violent trembling and I could not move. I looked up  and I saw him then, at the other end of the corridor, smirking and suddenly, I could not breathe at all. It was as if I were frozen in that moment, everything around me blurred but for Shigeru at the other end of the corridor. I stood paralysed, gasping shallowly for breath that would not come. The message fluttered to the matting beneath my feet, the inky characters stark against the sickly parchment... Dead Crane...
Soft hands gripped my arms and shoulders, tugging me to come away but I could not make my legs or feet work. All I could do was stare at Shigeru, shaking and wheezing. "My Lady... come away... " Atsuko was at my side trying to make me walk and Nanami with her at my other side. The two of them pulled me gently towards my chamber talking to me constantly in soft voices, telling me I must come away, that I was safe and that I must try to forget that he was here. How could I forget his promise to hurt me more, to kill me...? How could I forget his smug, self-satisfied grin as he watched my reaction?
I remember little then, except that I was cold and could not stop shivering. Nanami and Atsuko heaped covers over me once I was in my bed and yet it did not help. Atsuko had someone bring me tea that scalded and a hot brick for my bed but still I shivered, my teeth chattered so hard I feared they would crack. I could see nothing except Shigeru's face and my breath came so shallow I was dizzy. I could hear them murmuring urgently to one another but I felt powerless to contribute anything to the situation. I merely wanted to let go and sink into the blackness that threatened to consume me...
The two of them held me down while a physician forced some disgusting tea down my throat and yet still, I shivered. I could hear the concern in their voices as they discussed me with the physician... "so very pale..." "never seen her this bad..." "unsure what else I can do..." Let me go... I thought... I am tired of fighting... I felt myself slipping away and I was glad. I cannot remember the details of what happened, only that I felt my eyes roll back and then a disturbance in the covers; a presence in my bed. Tears wet my face and rolled slowly down my neck yet I could do nothing even though I thought that what I feared most had come to pass.
But what I feared most had not come to pass at all. A soft body pressed against mine and arms slid around me, holding me close and somewhere in the depths of my delirium, I heard a quiet voice asking my forgiveness and telling me that she would keep me warm... if I would allow it. I was hardly in a state to demur... Perhaps, whatever ailed me had, at last, worked itself out or perhaps I finally felt safe; I do not know but it was as if the warmth from her skin somehow seeped into mine and the trembling began to still.
I will not impart all that happened between us in these pages. I ... do not know how I feel about it other than... I was not afraid and I did not shrink away from her touch when it came. When I lay there afterwards, I had a sudden flash of memory... at Kaede's Rising ceremony, I had tried to kiss her. I could not say why I had done it, only that she had looked so very beautiful with her ceremonial robes and her make up and I had felt driven to press my lips to hers. Naturally she rejected me and it became more difficult than ever to even maintain cordial relations. I feel confused. I thought I was in love with Kenta and that I had wanted his touch in that tea-room months ago but now... I do not know. I do not even know her name... the maid that crept into my bed... she was gone before I could turn and see who she was.

Year of the Boar, Eighth Month, Day 15.

Have I not endured sufficient misery? I cannot mourn Lord Kenta yet... we have been sent to White Lake. We had been at Silent Thunder but hours when Lord and Lady White Lake arrived with an armed guard and announced that they would be taking their son's body back to White Lake for the funeral rites.
The Diplomats had pushed my convoy so hard in their quest not to arrive late that we were one of only three Houses to have arrived.
We were waiting in the Banquet Hall to offer Condolences; I huddled, trembling, in a corner, aching for a pipe and hoping that no one would even realise that I was there but as soon as Kaede mounted her platform and knelt, Yuki of White Lake barged through the paper doors and shrieked at her in front of everyone. I have rarely heard such language coming from any Noble mouth except mine; I could not believe the names she called Kaede. She barely said anything at all except to protest Lord Kenta's burial being removed to White Lake. Yuuta and Iyo Golden Harvest stood up to defend Kaede at which point, Yuki launched an attack on Kaede.
Kaede fell to the floor, her face gushing blood and Yuki actually spat at her before announcing that Kaede would not be welcome at the funeral and that if she were seen on White Lake's Lands, she would be coming back to Silent Thunder for her own funeral.
I shrank further into my corner fearing somehow that I would be next in line for Yuki's abuse. It was ridiculous; I knew I had nothing to fear from White Lake but I felt afraid anyway. Before I could make even the vaguest sense, the Diplomats had bundled me into the litter and we had embarked on a journey to White Lake. I ache for my pipe but I have no way to acquire a new one and even could I find a pipe, I do not know how I would procure opium. There is no one in whom I can confide my feelings of grief and loss. I am tired of feeling afraid and I am tired of feeling alone...

Year of the Boar, Eighth Month, Day 14.

I cannot bear this.