One...Two...Three...Fo-...?
Confused, Tamo counted once more the seats before him. And yet again he came up with three. He stood there staring for a while, than called for the decorator of the dining area. Once announced he had arrived, Tamo turned to the decorator of the dinning room and smiled gently at him.
After counting once more he spoke, "I see the Yukimura Head's seat, the Tenzou Head's seat, and I even see the Kazama Head's seat...but where is the Miyashi Head's seat?"
Sweat fell from the man's eyebrow, as he was faced with Tamo's gentle, but mysterious smile. Tamo continued to stare as the man's eyes widen gradually as he realized the huge mistake he had made, and quite a simple one for that fact. He turned to Tamo, who still displayed his usual smile and looked at the ground, "I did not mean...It was just that, I wasn't think-"
He was cut short by the coldness of Tamo's eyes staring at him, while still holding his carefree smile, "So you expected the Miyashi Head to stand or maybe to sit upon the cold floor, without any comfort? Do you truly believe that is good hospitality?" The man shivered at Tamo's cruel,yet cheery tone of voice. As if to escape the awkwardness, or make it worse, he pleaded his case, "But...Sir...I was just thinking that maybe the Miyashi Head, would be...late to arrive, since she lives the farthest away. `Or that she wasn't coming at all."
It was those words that caused the whole room to fall silent, no one moved an inch, as they feared what would happen. Tamo didn't change his expression once, carefully listening to each and every word the man spoke out of his mouth. Closing his eyes Tamo mediated peacefully on this rare silence, that he hasn't once experienced after two whole weeks of preparation and planning for this important meeting. After a long silence Tamo opened his eyes, revealing his "natural" cheery expression, " Do you have no shame?" The man flinched at the sudden question.
Tamo's gaze remained steady and unwavering, "How dare you speak such as if you can read the Miyashi Head's mind. Do you understand what you have just done? You haven't just disrespect the Head of the Miyashi clan, but our Head as well. We are only lowly servants compared to the Heads. Rather it is our Leader or not, we are to show the utmost respect towards them." It wasn't as if Tamo liked the other Heads, but Setsuna respected them, and that was enough to waver his sense of respect...for a short while. As long as Setsuna enjoyed the other clans company, he would treat them as if he truly cared for their well being.
The man was in utter shock. He was new among the workers, so he hadn't discovered or seen this side of Tamo. Though Tamo seemed unaffected and continued cheerfully, "So how dare you, a mere servant, speak for a Head, as if you are one. Rather she wishes to attend or not, is entirely up to her, but we as the host clan, who is holding this important event, must be ready for anything. And by your choice, it is like saying you believe the Heads are mindless puppets, who need us to make choices for them. Shame on you for disgracing the Miyashi clan and the Yukimura name, which seems to mean absolutely nothing to you."
Though Tamo never raised his voice, the servant froze in fear. He quickly fell to the floor and bowed low to the ground at Tamo,"Please accept my most humble apologize...I would never wish for the Head to be scorned for this, or to show such disrespect to the Miyashi Clan, our honored guest. Or any other clan Head."
Tamo looked upon him quite satisfied by his honest apology, "Than go fix this mess. Now." Without farther hesitation the man raced out of the dining area to retrieve a seat for the Miyashi Head. Tamo stood there and let out a loud sigh. He did this since he was all alone, and he didn't have to put up an image for anyone. He stared out the window toward the garden, and right than his eyes fixed upon the Head of the Yukimura clan...Setsuna Yukimura, a trusting and gentle soul.
A small smile crept onto his face, causing the tips of his lips to curve upward. His tired cold eyes, shone brightly becoming pure and childish, Tamo could only stare at her from afar, as he didn't wish to bother her. But that was all he needed to comfort his agitated heart. Unexpectedly his eyes started to widen, once his eyes got a better look at Setsuna's expression, he knew something was wrong. She looked hazy and greatly troubled. About to race over to her, he was frozen by her pitiful smile.
She must have seen something...
This was happening quite frequently, Setsuna's visions. It wouldn't be a problem if it was about other people, but they weren't. All of them had been about her past, and they have only been getting worse and worse. More detailed and more vivid. He knew this was only causing her pain.
He watched as Setsuna was called upon by a servant girl, and as usually Setsuna forced herself to smile brightly for the girl. He stayed silent as Setsuna slipped away to prepare herself for the meeting. And left alone, Tamo clenched his fists into a ball, causing his pale hands to turn even whiter with the frustration of being useless. Sighing he went on to prepare for the Heads to arrive, knowing him complaining wouldn't help Setsuna at all.