Canon Omake by Ria: Grandmotherly Advice
And Courtesy of Ria once again
It's a beautiful spring day. The breeze is scented with the flowers from my mother's garden and the sweet sound of birds singing fills the day with joy. It's an idyllic scene, one I have seen and enjoyed countless times. But today, as the door shuts behind me for the last time, I can't take any of it in.
My name was Kakita Sakura, but I no longer have a Clan, a family or a name.
I aimlessly wander through the Kakita lands, not sure of what to do or where to go. I feel...strangely removed from the situation, numb as it were. The realization hasn't really hit me yet that I have nothing. No Clan, no Lord, no family, no duty… Nothing. I've lost everything because Hida Takamona was jealous of the attention her adored older brother gave another woman. Of course Takamona had to accept Kakita-dono. Marriage is duty. But being interested enough in another woman to take her as a lover? No, that she couldn't bear.
A flash of desire courses through my body as I remember him. Kakita no Hida Katsuie, my handsome, virile lover. I can see his face in my mind's eye, see his smile, the smoulder of desire in his eyes. I can feel his kiss, his hands on my body, his flesh against mine. Even now a rush of heat engulfs me as I think of him. And despite everything that's happened...I can't say with certainty that I regret a single moment.
I stop to sit under a tree to rest and eat. I lay my daisho across my lap reverently. I remember the day that I received it, at my gempukku.
"To you, my daughter, I give the daisho of your grandmother Kakita Misaki-shiryo, she who was the personal hatamoto to the Kakita Daimyo. Wear it with pride and humility both, Sakura-chan, and may her example ever be an inspiration to you."
As I finish eating, my fingers gently trace over the tsuba. It's all I have left now to remind me of who I was. My eyelids feel heavy as the balmy afternoon calm lulls me into sleep.
"SAKURA!"
My eyes fly open as my hand tightens around the hilt of my katana. I look around, searching for who could possibly be calling me by my former name. But I see no one. That's strange, I thought for sure I heard it. I must be imagining things.
"SAKURA, YOU WORTHLESS GIRL! HAVE YOU NO PRIDE? NO SHAME?"
Again...I still don't see anyone. Why does that voice sound so familiar?
"YOU AREN'T EVEN WORTHY TO LOOK UPON MY DAISHO, NEVERMIND WIELD IT. HOW CAN YOU BRING SUCH DISHONOUR ON MY NAME?!"
"G..g...grand...mother…??" Did I really just hear my grandmother's voice? But she's dead! Am I going mad?
"It wouldn't surprise me one bit if you were stark raving mad, given how you've been behaving, you lecherous little fool!"
It's a stupid question I know, but...I just have to ask, just to be sure.
"What...how, really...are you...talking to me?? Is it...your spirit talking to me?" I'm embarrassed asking but...I can hear her in my head...and she seems to be able to hear my thoughts too...
A rude noise echoes in my ears. "Well at least you've only lost HALF your wits.You didn't think that I could let this kind of thing just slide did you? Well, Sakura? Have you nothing to say for yourself?"
My name is no longer Sakura...I have no name… is the first and probably inadvisable thing that comes to mind.
"Well if you don't remember who you were, how will you ever find a way back to being worthy of MY daisho," is the immediate, snarky reply.
Whaaaaaaaat?
"Did you think that I would leave my daisho, my honour and my soul, in the unworthy hands of SOME HONOURLESS RONIN? Even you can't be that stupid. I don't care what it takes Sakura, but you will find your way back to honour and you will ensure that you leave my legacy unbesmirched!!"
Well there's not much I can say to that. Grandmother always did have a sharp tongue and a very stubborn w…
"At least my stubborn will, as you call it, made sure that I had the good sense not to do something as colossally idiotic as get caught sleeping with the Daimyo's husband!"
I let out a sigh. "Yes, Grandmother."
I have no name, no clan, but I have a duty now. One laid by my revered Grandmother, even if she is a mean old bat.
"I HEARD THAT!"
She's still my grandmother...and it's a goal...
I will earn myself a name back...they say ronin have more luck in the Hinterlands…and I always did want to travel.
It's a beautiful spring day. The breeze is scented with the flowers from my mother's garden and the sweet sound of birds singing fills the day with joy. It's an idyllic scene, one I have seen and enjoyed countless times. But today, as the door shuts behind me for the last time, I can't take any of it in.
My name was Kakita Sakura, but I no longer have a Clan, a family or a name.
I aimlessly wander through the Kakita lands, not sure of what to do or where to go. I feel...strangely removed from the situation, numb as it were. The realization hasn't really hit me yet that I have nothing. No Clan, no Lord, no family, no duty… Nothing. I've lost everything because Hida Takamona was jealous of the attention her adored older brother gave another woman. Of course Takamona had to accept Kakita-dono. Marriage is duty. But being interested enough in another woman to take her as a lover? No, that she couldn't bear.
A flash of desire courses through my body as I remember him. Kakita no Hida Katsuie, my handsome, virile lover. I can see his face in my mind's eye, see his smile, the smoulder of desire in his eyes. I can feel his kiss, his hands on my body, his flesh against mine. Even now a rush of heat engulfs me as I think of him. And despite everything that's happened...I can't say with certainty that I regret a single moment.
I stop to sit under a tree to rest and eat. I lay my daisho across my lap reverently. I remember the day that I received it, at my gempukku.
"To you, my daughter, I give the daisho of your grandmother Kakita Misaki-shiryo, she who was the personal hatamoto to the Kakita Daimyo. Wear it with pride and humility both, Sakura-chan, and may her example ever be an inspiration to you."
As I finish eating, my fingers gently trace over the tsuba. It's all I have left now to remind me of who I was. My eyelids feel heavy as the balmy afternoon calm lulls me into sleep.
"SAKURA!"
My eyes fly open as my hand tightens around the hilt of my katana. I look around, searching for who could possibly be calling me by my former name. But I see no one. That's strange, I thought for sure I heard it. I must be imagining things.
"SAKURA, YOU WORTHLESS GIRL! HAVE YOU NO PRIDE? NO SHAME?"
Again...I still don't see anyone. Why does that voice sound so familiar?
"YOU AREN'T EVEN WORTHY TO LOOK UPON MY DAISHO, NEVERMIND WIELD IT. HOW CAN YOU BRING SUCH DISHONOUR ON MY NAME?!"
"G..g...grand...mother…??" Did I really just hear my grandmother's voice? But she's dead! Am I going mad?
"It wouldn't surprise me one bit if you were stark raving mad, given how you've been behaving, you lecherous little fool!"
It's a stupid question I know, but...I just have to ask, just to be sure.
"What...how, really...are you...talking to me?? Is it...your spirit talking to me?" I'm embarrassed asking but...I can hear her in my head...and she seems to be able to hear my thoughts too...
A rude noise echoes in my ears. "Well at least you've only lost HALF your wits.You didn't think that I could let this kind of thing just slide did you? Well, Sakura? Have you nothing to say for yourself?"
My name is no longer Sakura...I have no name… is the first and probably inadvisable thing that comes to mind.
"Well if you don't remember who you were, how will you ever find a way back to being worthy of MY daisho," is the immediate, snarky reply.
Whaaaaaaaat?
"Did you think that I would leave my daisho, my honour and my soul, in the unworthy hands of SOME HONOURLESS RONIN? Even you can't be that stupid. I don't care what it takes Sakura, but you will find your way back to honour and you will ensure that you leave my legacy unbesmirched!!"
Well there's not much I can say to that. Grandmother always did have a sharp tongue and a very stubborn w…
"At least my stubborn will, as you call it, made sure that I had the good sense not to do something as colossally idiotic as get caught sleeping with the Daimyo's husband!"
I let out a sigh. "Yes, Grandmother."
I have no name, no clan, but I have a duty now. One laid by my revered Grandmother, even if she is a mean old bat.
"I HEARD THAT!"
She's still my grandmother...and it's a goal...
I will earn myself a name back...they say ronin have more luck in the Hinterlands…and I always did want to travel.