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\n<\/a>Shichi had never slept so long before. After sliding into the soft futon, the tengu lay unmoving for an entire day. In his attempts to outrun Zaisei, he had lost count of the nights he had forgone sleep\u2014ignoring his stomach, forgetting his wounds\u2014all to simply survive. His body had been running dry, fueled only by his last dregs of instinct. Now, he was safe. Instead of huddling on the frozen ground, he could rest in a thick, warm bed. He had eaten food\u2014a true, cooked meal with broth and spices. Every muscle in his body had collapsed into a grateful heap before using the following hours to rest and repair.<\/p>\n

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The sun was rising for the second time when he finally stirred. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, noticing Chiyo on the other side of the room.<\/p>\n

\u201cGood morning,\u201d he mumbled, still not entirely conscious.<\/p>\n

\u201cFor you, maybe. I just had to pay the innkeeper for a second night,\u201d Chiyo said, watching her reflection in a small bronze mirror. She was cutting her hair with a set of shears, allowing the white strands to flutter down to the sheet of cloth she had laid on the floor.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d Shichi blinked as he attempted to focus. \u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou have no idea how long you slept, do you?\u201d<\/p>\n

Shichi stared at her, trying to comprehend her words. \u201cI didn\u2019t\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou did,\u201d she said. \u201cAll day. I guess your body had had enough of your nonsense.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m sorry for the cost. I\u2019ll make it up to you.\u201d Shichi rubbed the side of his face in embarrassment. He had spent nearly his entire life waking up before dawn, and following a strict, disciplined schedule. He couldn\u2019t believe he\u2019d been so careless. \u201cBut why didn\u2019t you wake me?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy should I?\u201d Chiyo said, looking at him through the reflection of her mirror. \u201cYou\u2019re so precious when you sleep.\u201d<\/p>\n

Shichi cleared his throat. He considered mentioning that Chiyo looked like a fluffy white cat when sleeping but decided to let it go. She did, after all, have scissors in her hand.<\/p>\n

\u201cAre those shears? Where did you get them?\u201d he asked as he began to fold up the bed and blanket.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe innkeeper uses them to groom her weird dogs,\u201d Chiyo said as she trimmed her bangs. \u201cIt was all I could find.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHow fitting,\u201d he said, locating his robe on a low set of shelves. He held it out with both hands to dress himself but paused. To his surprise, it had been washed thoroughly, showing barely a hint of the scuffs and stains it had held prior.<\/p>\n

\u201cDid you clean this?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMe?\u201d Chiyo said with a laugh. \u201cNo, she did. Oh, she also lent you a needle and some thread. You can sew, right?\u201d<\/p>\n

Shichi had a sudden flashback to his childhood, recalling the time he had attempted to repair a torn sleeve and had only succeeded in attaching it to the back of the shirt. His parents had both been weavers, but he had clearly not inherited any of their skill.<\/p>\n

\u201cOf course I can,\u201d he mumbled, taking the sewing supplies with feigned confidence. Hopefully no one would notice that his method of sewing was exactly the same as his method of binding stitches over an open wound.<\/p>\n

Soon, each nick and cut had been successfully repaired, allowing him to tie it on without the worry of holes. There was only one more thing he needed before he could feel completely rested\u2014a bath.<\/p>\n

Following Chiyo\u2019s directions, he made his way into the second floor hallway. There was an approaching sound\u2014a steady, faint thumping that drew his attention down the hall. His eyes caught a low figure. It was a kasa-obake<\/em>, an old umbrella hopping on a single leg, complete with a melon-sized eye. Its paper husk was worn and moth-bitten, a testament to the yokai’s age.<\/p>\n

\u201cMorning,\u201d the umbrella said as it hopped past.<\/p>\n

\u201cGood morning,\u201d Shichi replied automatically, doing his best not to stare. He watched the kasa-obake hop around the corner, then turned his attention back to the stairs. The bath was on the first floor, past the garden.<\/p>\n

Shichi had been looking forward to seeing the garden itself, but his excitement dropped the moment he stepped outside. Though there were many types of winter vegetables, the soil was dry and covered in weeds. It looked as though the plants had once been well-maintained, but had become neglected over time. Resisting the urge to dirty himself by tending to it, he followed the path toward the bathhouse in the back.<\/p>\n

It was a modest structure, looking much like a small house at the end of the garden. A fire had been lit in the base below, allowing steam to rise from the opening in the side. Someone must already have been inside.<\/p>\n

Sure enough, Shichi found a pair of male oni in the bath. Their skin was a striking blue and stretched over seemingly endless muscles. Both were over a foot taller than the tengu, their horns adding several inches to their height. Shichi had never spoken to an oni before and hesitated before entering.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m sorry, I didn\u2019t mean to intrude,\u201d he said, wishing that his voice wasn\u2019t so quiet. His clothes had already been left in the changing area and his nakedness only heightened his trepidation.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re fine,\u201d said the taller of the two, his voice coarse and low. \u201cCome on in.\u201d<\/p>\n

After a breath, Shichi complied, sitting beside the tub to wash his body. The stone-floored bath was smaller than Kurohane\u2019s, suitable for only a handful of bathers\u2014or two oni. A square tub took up half of the room, its steep walls composed of smooth, dappled cedar. The water was deep enough for even the tallest of figures to sink down to their collars. Steam filled the air, dulling his thoughts with a dizzying heat. Oni apparently liked their water even hotter than tengu did.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo, tengu, what brings you to Osaka?\u201d asked the other, sighing as he sunk lower into the tub.<\/p>\n

\u201cAh,\u201d Shichi said, not having expected a conversation. As he struggled to think of a response, he began to realize just how silly his goal would sound when spoken out loud. \u201cJust looking for some work. How about you?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019re on our way to Tottori. Hajime wants to visit his hometown.\u201d The tall one laughed, slapping his companion on the back as he spoke. \u201cHe gets homesick too easily.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHmph.\u201d The other oni snorted, resting his elbow on the edge of the wooden tub. \u201cSo, what kind of work can a tengu do in Osaka? Are you a merchant?\u201d<\/p>\n

Shichi poured water over his arm. It beaded over his feathers, washing off the grime of the last few days. \u201cI\u2019m a physician, actually. I was hoping I could volunteer at a clinic.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI didn\u2019t know there were any yokai hospitals in this town,\u201d Hajime said, rubbing his beard thoughtfully.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh. Well, a human clinic.\u201d<\/p>\n

Both of the oni stopped to look intently at the monk. They were silent for a moment, their brows crinkled in serious thought. Their reactions made Shichi uneasy, and he set his bucket down to look back.<\/p>\n

Shichi swallowed, taking a moment before speaking. \u201cIs something wrong?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThis is your first time in a city, isn\u2019t it?\u201d<\/p>\n

Shichi nodded. The men glanced at one another, then returned their attention to the tengu.<\/p>\n

\u201cA word of advice: Just because we\u2019re tolerated here doesn\u2019t mean we\u2019re welcome.\u201d<\/p>\n

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As the day went on, the oni\u2019s words continued to run through Shichi\u2019s head. From his experiences on their first night, he could already see what the other yokai meant by \u201ctolerated.\u201d Yet surely not all humans were the same. In a city as great and wide as this, there had to be someone he could help.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy are we going this way, again?\u201d Chiyo eyed the shops as they walked. It was afternoon and the winter sun was barely visible through the overcast sky.<\/p>\n

\u201cThey said there\u2019s a doctor working at the end of this street,\u201d Shichi said, walking with his hands folded into his sleeves.<\/p>\n

\u201cAre you sure about this?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes,\u201d he replied, though his voice was uneasy. \u201cI have to at least try.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, I just\u2014\u201d Chiyo paused at a shop entrance. \u201cOh! This store has manju.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGo ahead, I\u2019ll stay out here,\u201d Shichi said with a nod, not wanting his presence to get her kicked out of yet another establishment. She entered in a hurry, her hands fisted in excitement at the prospect of sweets. Shichi had noticed that she seemed particularly fond of azuki, staring longingly at any confection with red bean in the shops they\u2019d passed.<\/p>\n

\u201cHey, tengu.\u201d<\/p>\n

At first, Shichi didn\u2019t realize he was being addressed. It was only when the voice repeated that he glanced over his shoulder. There was a human behind him, dressed in the clothing of a commoner. Though it was only midday, it seemed as if he\u2019d already had a bit to drink.<\/p>\n

\u201cTengu! Are you a man or a bird?\u201d the man said with a wide grin, nudging his friend as he spoke. \u201cEh?\u201d<\/p>\n

Shichi\u2019s face heated at the question, quickly turning back toward the shop. This was different from the teasing he had received as a child or from his friends\u2014the human was trying to provoke him. He stared at a stack of crates, wondering if ignoring the man would make him lose interest.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy don\u2019t you answer me? Don\u2019t be rude!\u201d The human\u2019s voice carried further as it rose. A few passersby paused on their way, their attention caught by the man\u2019s wanton shouts. Shichi didn\u2019t move or speak, silently wondering how much longer Chiyo would be.<\/p>\n

\u201cHey! I\u2019m talking to you!\u201d<\/p>\n

With those words, Shichi could feel the man\u2019s hand clamp onto his shoulder. Fingers clenched around the cloth, forcing him to turn toward his aggressor. Before the human could speak again, a different voice cut through their moment.<\/p>\n

\u201cLet him go!\u201d Chiyo snarled, gripping the bag of sweets she had just purchased. Her other hand grasped the man\u2019s wrist, wrenching it free with a hard twist.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, who\u2019s this?\u201d The human was unfazed by the anger in her eyes. She didn\u2019t let go of him, only tightening her hold as he spoke.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou touch him again and I\u2019ll kill you!\u201d<\/p>\n

This brought forth a hearty laugh, shared by the human and his companion.<\/p>\n

\u201cLetting a lady defend you?\u201d He chuckled. \u201cI guess you aren\u2019t a man after all!\u201d<\/p>\n

The man had barely finished his last word before he was smashed headfirst into a crate. Splinters of wood went flying as his nose broke the surface, its crack ringing loudly across the open street. Chiyo\u2019s hand was fisted in his hair, jerking him sideways before leaning in to speak.<\/p>\n

\u201cSay that again,\u201d she said, ignoring the blood dripping onto her feet. Their eye contact broke only when Shichi tugged her backward, forcing the kitsune to relinquish her grip.<\/p>\n

\u201cChiyo! That\u2019s enough,\u201d Shichi said, both of his arms hooked beneath hers. She struggled against him, her eyes wide and white as they locked onto the bloodied human.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m not finished, I\u2014!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI said that\u2019s enough<\/em>!\u201d<\/p>\n

Shichi didn\u2019t let go, dragging her backward in spite of her protests. The man coughed as he looked up, clutching his throbbing face with both hands. He seemed to realize that the tengu might lose control of her at any moment, and hurriedly staggered off with his companion.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe\u2019s getting away, let me go!\u201d Chiyo said, paying no mind to the crowd that had stopped to watch them.<\/p>\n

\u201cLet him.\u201d Shichi only relaxed his hold when the humans were out of sight.<\/p>\n

\u201cFine.\u201d She pushed herself free, dusting her clothing with one hand. Somehow, the other hand had managed to keep a perfect hold on the sweets she had purchased. Noticing that things had quieted down, the shopkeeper peered out of the entrance, looking at the broken crates with dismay.<\/p>\n

\u201cAh, we\u2019re very sorry,\u201d Shichi said with a bow. \u201cWe\u2019ll pay for those.\u201d<\/p>\n

Once Chiyo had handed over a few more coins, they continued on their way. There was an uncomfortable silence between them as they walked.<\/p>\n

\u201cAre you angry?\u201d Chiyo finally asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo. I\u2019m grateful that you\u2019d look out for me,\u201d he said, his eyes cast down as they walked. \u201cBut I don\u2019t want you hurting anyone on my behalf.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut he was going to hurt you first,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou don\u2019t know that.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHe grabbed you! He was a\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHe was a fool who\u2019d had too much to drink,\u201d Shichi\u2019s tone had grown curt. \u201cYou\u2019re the one who drew blood.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cStop being so na\u00efve! It\u2019s easy being a pacifist up in some temple, but this is a city with real people. You\u2019re going to get yourself killed with that attitude.\u201d<\/p>\n

Shichi slowed to a stop. \u201cYou seem tense.\u201d His voice had lost its color and his eyes were low and unreadable. \u201cMaybe you should go back to the inn.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t worry. I can handle myself.\u201d<\/p>\n

Chiyo scowled at him, her breath coming forth in an irritated huff. Without another word, she turned in the opposite direction, leaving him alone on the street. He felt suddenly guilty, wondering if he was taking her protection for granted. If it hadn\u2019t been for her, he wouldn\u2019t have made it to Osaka at all. Still, he couldn\u2019t have her throwing people into crates at the slightest offense; she would have to learn self-control sooner or later.<\/p>\n

It wasn\u2019t long before he found the clinic. It was a small, one-storied building on a busy intersection. Shichi made his way inside, his mood eased by the familiar scent of herbs. There were a few patients in line to see the doctor. Shichi joined them. Despite his anticipation, he knew he would have to wait like everyone else. A few of the humans glanced backward at the sight of a tengu, then averted their eyes. He could sense a strange feeling in the air\u2014it was sticky and agitated, making him wonder if he\u2019d made a mistake. He remembered, however, just how far he had come. It was too late to turn back now.<\/p>\n

A long time passed before his turn came. Rather than the gentle welcome the other guests had enjoyed, Shichi only received an uncomfortable stare by the attendant at the door. After a moment, the man gestured for him to enter.<\/p>\n

The doctor didn\u2019t look up from his writing. \u201cWhat do you want?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2014\u201d the tengu said, then drew his hand into a fist. \u201cMy name is Shichi, of the Kurohane Temple in Shikoku. I was wondering if you could use any assistance in your clinic.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019re not hiring,\u201d came the man\u2019s flat reply, his attention still focused on his work.<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t need any payment. I\u2019m willing to\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI said we\u2019re not hiring.\u201d<\/p>\n

Shichi fought through the sting that was coursing through his chest, struggling to stay focused on his goal.<\/p>\n

\u201cI can assure you I\u2019m competent. I\u2019ve been trained in\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re scaring away our patients,\u201d the doctor said, finally looking up. \u201cDo I need to have you escorted out?\u201d<\/p>\n

Shichi felt his resolve withering with every word. His body locked up, burning in embarrassment. Chiyo had been right\u2014they had all been right. He could feel the eyes of the attendant and the patients, each one a witness to his complete and utter foolishness. His feet became lead, unable to move, incapable of the escape he longed so desperately for. Finally, he remembered how to speak, his voice coming forth in a pathetic murmur.<\/p>\n

\u201c . . . I\u2019m sorry for wasting your time,\u201d he said, his head lowering to a shallow bow.<\/p>\n

He didn\u2019t look back as he left. Though his eyes were locked on the road, they were vacant, barely seeing anyone that passed. Absently, he made his way back toward the inn, not looking forward to facing Chiyo upon his arrival.<\/p>\n

By the time Shichi arrived at the inn, he was practically dragging himself. He mumbled a response to the innkeeper\u2019s greeting before noticing Chiyo seated in the dining area. The sweets she had bought sat untouched on the table, ignored as she poked at the bag. Though he wanted nothing more than to go up to their room to bury himself in a futon, he couldn\u2019t bring himself to leave. He had made many mistakes that day, but there was at least one he could fix.<\/p>\n

With barely a sound, he sat across from her. He looked down at his folded hands, waiting a moment before speaking.<\/p>\n

\u201cChiyo . . .\u201d<\/p>\n

She looked up with a weary gaze. \u201cHmm?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m sorry,\u201d he said, matching her eyes. \u201cI was wrong. You\u2019ve done so much for me and all I could think to do was criticize you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah.\u201d The kitsune\u2019s lips curved into a grin. \u201cI have<\/em> done a lot for you, haven\u2019t I?\u201d<\/p>\n

Shichi almost regretted apologizing but found himself happy to see her smile\u2014arrogant or not.<\/p>\n

\u201cBut, please . . .\u201d he started to say, unsure of how to word it.<\/p>\n

\u201cI know, I know. I\u2019ll wait before resorting to violence.\u201d<\/p>\n

He had been hoping she would avoid violence altogether, but it was a start. The important thing was that Chiyo was no longer angry. After a long day of rejection, the last thing he needed was more of it from his friend\u2014his only friend.<\/p>\n

\u201cBut you\u2019ve done a lot for me, too,\u201d she said under her breath. \u201cIt\u2019s . . . well, anyway. How did it go? Did you go to the clinic?\u201d<\/p>\n

Shichi didn\u2019t respond, only letting his eyes drop to the table.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh,\u201d Chiyo said.<\/p>\n

\u201cMaybe I\u2019m wasting my time,\u201d he muttered. \u201cMaybe you\u2019re right.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShichi . . .\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI came all this way. I thought I could make a difference. Even a small one.\u201d He remembered the look of disgust the doctor had given him. \u201cBut no one wants my help.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut you just got here,\u201d Chiyo said. \u201cThere must be someone you can help. You\u2019re a good doctor.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThey don\u2019t want a good doctor. They just want a human.\u201d<\/p>\n

Chiyo didn\u2019t know what to say, not having much experience in consoling others. Neither of them spoke, sitting in silence until it was broken by the innkeeper\u2019s voice.<\/p>\n

\u201cHere.\u201d She set a bottle and cup on the table next to the tengu. \u201cYou look like you need a drink.\u201d<\/p>\n

Shichi glanced up, taken by a sudden swell of gratefulness. Her gesture was simple, but it was all he needed to remember where he was; he was alive and fairly healthy but, most importantly, he wasn\u2019t alone.<\/p>\n

\u201c . . . thank you,\u201d he said, accepting the cup after she had filled it with warm liquor.<\/p>\n

\u201cOf course,\u201d she replied with a smile. \u201cAh, sorry for eavesdropping, but did you say you were a doctor?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m trying to be.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDo you think you could take a look at my neck? It\u2019s really been killing me lately.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cO-of course,\u201d he said, surprised by her request. He supposed, when he thought about it, a woman whose neck could stretch across an entire room might experience a kink or two in the process.<\/p>\n

\u201cMay I ask your name?\u201d Shichi said as he felt down the back of her spine. The bones seemed to multiply and extend as needed, aided with a healthy dose of magic in the process. His fingertips found the proper points at the back of her jaw, applying a steady, constant pressure.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m Fumie,\u201d she said, her head now stretched across the table. \u201cI\u2019m honored to be hosting a doctor! Your name is Shichi, isn\u2019t it?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAh, I\u2019m not . . . quite . . .\u201d Though he had been thoroughly trained, he still didn\u2019t feel as if he deserved the title.<\/p>\n

\u201cNonsense,\u201d she said. \u201cThe pain is already going away. You\u2019re definitely a doctor.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s good. So you don\u2019t need a massage, then?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, no, no, no. I need that too.\u201d<\/p>\n

Soon, he had properly worked out the knots and aches, allowing her to return her neck to its normal length. She cracked it from side to side, her smile even wider than before.<\/p>\n

\u201cAh, much better! Thank you.\u201d Fumie pushed a few loose strands back into place.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re quite welcome. You should drink gingko tea, as well. It will help with your blood flow.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019ve studied herbs, too?\u201d she asked. When Shichi nodded, her eyes brightened hopefully. \u201cOh! Have you seen my garden?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI have,\u201d the monk said, though his tone was wary. \u201cIt\u2019s . . . very nice.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou don\u2019t have to lie. It\u2019s in poor shape,\u201d the innkeeper said with a sigh. \u201cI\u2019ve been short-staffed recently, so I haven\u2019t had time to tend it properly.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI would be happy to help you with it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWould you?\u201d She grasped both of his hands in her own. \u201cThat would be wonderful. Hmm . . . Ah! I have an idea.\u201d<\/p>\n

He blinked at her enthusiasm. \u201cAn idea?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re planning on staying here for quite some time, aren\u2019t you? Maybe if you gave me a hand around here, I could waive the fee for your room.\u201d<\/p>\n

Chiyo and Shichi both looked at her in disbelief\u2014it was enough to make the kitsune set down the drink she had stolen from him.<\/p>\n

\u201cR-really?\u201d the tengu said. \u201cYou\u2019re sure?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, yes. There\u2019s plenty of space here.\u201d She waved off his incredulous response.<\/p>\n

\u201cThank you,\u201d Shichi said, feeling positive for the first time that day. \u201cThat would be very helpful.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, for me<\/em>,\u201d Chiyo added, not-so-subtly reminding him that she was the one paying for the room.<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t get me wrong, though. It won\u2019t be easy.\u201d Fumie released the monk to place both hands on her hips. \u201cAnd you\u2019ll have to work that magic on my poor neck whenever I need it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOf course. Whenever you like,\u201d he said, wondering if the innkeeper could possibly work him as hard as Sagiri had.<\/p>\n

That night, Shichi found himself staring at the ceiling as he waited for sleep to take him. Though he had encountered new obstacles that day, it was comforting to no longer worry about shelter. He could only have used Chiyo\u2019s money for so long. Eventually, guilt would most likely have forced him out of the inn and into the streets with the beggars.<\/p>\n

\u201cShichi,\u201d Chiyo said, whining from the bed next to his own. \u201cMy neck is hurting, too.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGo to sleep, Chiyo.\u201d Shichi finally closed his eyes. He had been able to help one person that day, as minor as her complaint may have been. Perhaps, if he looked hard enough, he would find others who needed him. He would simply have to look forward, swallow his pride, and try.<\/p>\n

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