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Post by Koyada Akihito on Aug 21, 2006 21:45:35 GMT -5
As Naia's grasp started to slide up, he moved himself to stand as well. "Shizukiri Naia," Akihito said in response to his name, and he gestured his left hand towards the flap of the tent. "Take care," when he said that it was in Chinese rather in Japanese, starting to get ready for the change. However, his gaze suddenly shifted downwards - he really didn't want Naia to leave.
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Post by Shizukiri Naia on Aug 21, 2006 23:09:24 GMT -5
"Thank you," Naia replied, also switching to Chinese as he turned towards the tent flap and released the prince's arms. That Akihito had used his name brought a small and almost sheepish smile to his lips. "Remember: my name here is Xie Jun."
He could see, out of the corner of his vision, Akihito's eyes fall in a manner that could have been loneliness, uncertainty, longing, apology, or any number of things. Pausing at the threshold of the tent, looking outwards with his eyes focused on something quite far off, Naia spoke again, quietly and carefully, choosing vague words just in case anyone might have overheard them.
"The situation might be more forgiving if the dog believes that both of his pups are dead."
He would not mention to his employer that he had met the prince; to simply reference the letter to General Sze and acknowledge the prince's supposed murder would better serve them both. As for his own life, Naia wondered how he could manage to "die" without arousing suspicion... his death meant payment to his family, but if it wasn't played out perfectly, his family would suffer for it. He wondered once again how many strings Akihito could pull in this matter, and also considered China's power... the risk was incalculable, but it could benefit China to have Akiyama's control over Japan ended, couldn't it? Was it worth even considering?
Overthrowing the shogun was not a matter to be taken lightly. He would certainly need to talk to Akihito again, and though he knew it would not make survival any easier, he couldn't suppress a flutter of excitement in his chest.
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