Night time. It was always the time that one saw the Daimyo outside of her household or office to do things. Underneath of the neon moon was when she felt like she could get most of her personal matters done with little to no issue, without anyone intervening in her affairs. After all, she could actually blend in when she wandered at night with all of the dark clothing that she wore. It was equalization as she put it. Wearing a suit and tie, it made her feel slightly normal in a status of power. However, she needed not the political power, but rather the mental prowess at this point as she slithered through the back streets, a hat placed snugly over her head and covering just enough of her distinguished features. Oh, dear. What was going on? What was she even doing? Oh right, avoiding responsibilities seemed like an accurate thing. Or rather, there were responsibilities that needed to be addressed. It wasn't like she could keep on going about igoring these things, but it seemed so damn easy, right? Like it was something that she could ignore until it manifested itself into a physical form. . . but she just was not in any position to do something along those lines. No, no. Rather, it was just going to get her in a metric fuck ton of trouble. That was nothing that she was not used to, though. Though, she could feel an angry burning at the center of her shoulderblades. A reprimand in the form of a seal from one of her lovely family members, something that would attempt to control the rampaging and uncontrollable seal that had been scribed to her maybe a week or so ago. Let's just say they both burned her alive, and it was not something she liked. She'd live, though. One fought for the power, the other for the regeneration where her body would degrade from the other god damned seal. Though, the first would burn all the more because she knew that the creator was close by.
Her back would press against a building and she would let out a low hiss, pressing her hand against her neck. She could hear angry banter in the back of her mind, too. Though, thankfully, Haru was not easily released. She made sure of that. Visiting someone who specialized in her specific problem. It didn't make it much easier to control, but she would manage. She had to, after all. Leaning back heavily against the building, she'd close her eyes for a few moments, seeming to be searching something out. . . or rather someone. Oh, fuck it. She was looking for Souji. She just needed to know that he was okay. Or something. So yes, she took up stalking. That was exactly what it would look like, of course. One eye would crack open and she would stare forward. Now, was he here? That was the million dollar question.
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