"Angela! Hold still!" you said, pulling the dress over the little girl's head.

"I don' wanna!"

"Please! You'll catch a cold if you don't get your clothes on! Do you want Mifune to come in here and put them on for you?"

"No!" she cried. Angela pulled the dress over her head quickly. You smiled.

"What do you want for lunch?"

Angela thought for a moment before grinning, "Sketti~"

You grinned and picked her up. You walked down the large stone hall to the kitchen. You set her down on the table and peeked outside at Mifune who sat watch right below the window.

"Why don't you come in?" you asked.

"You haven't come out to train yet."

"I'm making dinner, do you want some?"

"No. I'm good. I'll stay out until you're done training."

You smiled a bit.

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You were a sword-speaker. You made your own swords and engraved them with souls from the people you killed. The more you killed, the stronger the sword became.

You were found by Mifune a few years before he found Angela. You were only 11. You had killed 9,999 men and you sought after Mifune to kill him.

He had injured you so bad that you could taste death.

Then he took you in. You had grown to love Mifune like the father you never had. You were happy with him and Angela. They were your reasons for living.

You grabbed your sword. A sword you had named Lune. You held it up, knees bent and eyes narrowed. Your hair was pulled out of your eyes.

Mifune stood up and stretched. Angela sat on a boulder and watched excitedly. You could hear her singing "Ring Around the Rosy" softly.

Then the battle began.

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You hissed as Mifune dabbed your cuts. You grit your teeth at the sting.

"You went a little overboard this time Mifune."

"I apologize _______."

You smiled, "Don't be. I brought that onto myself."

Two soft lips touched your lips. You blushed. Mifune's beautiful blue eyes sparkled softly at you.

Mifune then said, "I'm sorry. I couldn't....resist..."

Your face was red when you kissed Mifune back, then said softly, "Don't be...I brought it onto myself..."

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You blinked up at the night sky. Angela was safely in her bed, snoring away. Mifune was lying opposite of you, his head next to yours.

"Do you think that...we'll someday get ourselves killed?"

"No. I won't. If I won't, then you won't. If you don't die, Angela will never be touched."

You let out a laugh, "I mean, you can't be the most powerful out there. There's gotta be someone else."

"I doubt that. I will never let you or Angela get hurt _______. I promise you that."

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A few months after that conversation, you realized that Mifune had become reluctant to letting you out of the outside. It came to the point where he wouldn't let you out at all.

"Mifune! Let me out of here!" you yelled from your room. You punched the door, instantly regretting it. He had taken your sword.

"I'm not letting you out of here ________. You'll get hurt."

"Are you locking me in?!" you shrieked.

"Indefinitely, but yes, I am."

"MIFUNE!" you screamed, heart hurting.

"I'll come see you tomorrow _______."

"No. Don't you leave me in this fucking room! I'll scratch my wrists out Mifune!"

"No you won't."

You heard Mifune step down the hall, singing softly "Little Miss Muffet" to Angela who was on his shoulder.