“Me?” Hana flipped hair from her eye. “Chamber pots are about the size of my affairs.”
“Must be some scary brown in that palace, if you have to go around shooting at it.” Yoshi folded his arms. “Or did you think I wouldn’t spy the ’thrower was one shot light? And who the hells is that lump of beef in your room? Your whole life, I’ve never seen you bring anyone back home for a roll, and that cripple has been here two days straight.”
“Don’t talk about him that way.”
“You don’t tell me how to talk, little sister. I’m the man in this pit.”
“Keep running that mouth, you’re gonna wake up a lady, brother-mine.”
Yoshi grinned, despite himself. “All sweet. You keep your secrets. But this coin is mine. I’ll air my skeletons when you decide you’ve got some. Until then, no questions asked. I’m taking care of us. All of us. Blood is blood. That’s about the measure of the knowing you need.”
Hana glowered, looked to Jurou for backup and received only a helpless shrug. With a muttered curse, she turned and stalked from the room. Daken remained behind, wriggling what was left of his ears. The cat sniffed the air, nose wrinkled with contempt.
… this room stinks, boy …
Yoshi glanced around the grubby little space, into the living room beyond. With all this coin, they could afford something in a nice part of town, far from where the Scorpion Children did their business. A few more rips, they’d have enough to go wherever they wanted. No more scrounging or small-time scams. No more slinging rich man’s shit for Hana. No more looking over their shoulder or wondering where the next meal might come from.
He nodded at Daken.
This whole place stinks, little brother. You just keep helping me do what needs to get done, and we’ll be scampering from this hole with no looks back.
… have Hana help? seven eyes better than six …
Hana can’t know, you hear? Not about any of this. I’d never hear the godsdamned end of it. I’m the man of this family. I take care of us.
… not understand …
You don’t need to. If she asks, don’t say anything at all.
… how long will that work …
Yoshi peered through the tiny window, out into the swelling shift and roll of the city beyond. He could hear Jurou counting coin, feel the prickle of Hana’s glare on his skin. The weight of a fistful of iron in the small of his back. The tingling promise of coin in the palms of his hands.
Freedom.
Long enough, my friend.
He closed the bedroom door.
Long enough.
16
UNDERTOW
Three days.
Three days of screaming gales and blinding rain. Of aching muscle and bitter-sharp cold. Of red water and black fear and snow-white knuckles. Three days long. And in the midst of those endless dark hours, there came a single, awful moment that threatened to break Yukiko entirely.
Not the moment she swallowed her last morsels of food, her final mouthful of water. Not tying her hands around Buruu’s neck for fear she might fall asleep and tumble into the void. Not in the wind whipping her across his back like a doll of rags. Not even the complete absence of anything but clouded sky and blood-red ocean, stretching to the brink of every horizon.
It was the moment she realized her best friend in the world was a complete stranger.
She begged him. Pleaded. Screamed into his mind until her nose bled and her head split. He could barely manage monosyllabic replies beneath the rush of blood in his veins, the arousal that spilled into her mind if she lingered more than a moment in his. He was an imposter wearing an all-too-familiar skin, like one of those automated Guild criers, set to a single series of functions.
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Storm clouds mustered to the north, glowering black, and as they’d drawn closer, the need inside him had grown worse. The scent was a drug; a curling heat spreading through his system, rushing toward a terrifying high. Yukiko felt some tiny spark of him behind the thunder in his veins, almost extinguished by the absolute need filling every other part of him. And as hours stretched into days, and she hunched shivering and miserable on his back, she’d realized there was a part of Buruu she didn’t know at all.
In days past, she’d only caught glimpses of the animal inside him. Her humanity had leaked through the Kenning from the first time she’d shared his eyes, changing what he was. Even in the darkest hours of their imprisonment, it had tempered the pure, primal edge of him. But now that veil was torn away, ripped to shreds and left drifting in the storm, wings pounding at the air, muscles taut, eyes bright, lungs straining as his heart thrashed against its moorings.
She remembered his promise sailing above the Iishi, the words that warmed her soul.
“I will never leave you. Never forsake you. For you are the heart of me.”