March

After sleeping on a temple floor for the length of time he did, being back in a mansion's bed was infinitely more comfortable. And what made it all the better, was the woman who slept by his side. Her naked chest pushed against his arm, and her head rested on his shoulder, still asleep.

Her warm breath tickled his chest, and her soft hair swept across his flesh. Even the way she smelled was comforting. As he glanced down at her, in the early morning light, a smile of contentment swept over his face.

This had been too long in the making. It was due to Menryo-ji that he felt the desire to push things forward. That talk with himself, and all that made him up. It seemed as though he'd finally found what was good for him.

He was a man with immense responsibility, and with grand ambitions. Every moment of his life should be laced with stress, and worry, there should not be time for anything else.