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located in Japan, a part of Fruits Basket: It's Our Turn, one of the many universes on RPG.

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Character Portrait: Aiko Sohma Character Portrait: Miuru Sohma
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”I… simply wish to find… notebook…”

Aiko picked up on this detail almost immediately.
Ah, the notebook of her father no doubt and I don't believe it's just his personal thoughts on paper. Aiko did surmise as he led Miuru down the illuminated yet still surprisingly dark hallways. It was as though the bulbs only lit the small few feet of space within the portion of the hallway they were situated in, leaving the gaps in between lamps with little else but shallow darkness.

"First up, here is the kitchen. As you can see, my chefs have made hors d'oeuvres in preparation for when more
of the family arrive." He revealed a rather large and well kept kitchen stocked with state of the art kitchen appliances and utensils. The chefs there were working quite well, preparing the appetizers for the family with great skill. The chefs did communicate between each other frequently but all of it was strictly business. They did not speak of outside concerns,
joke around or even smile. It was a grim atmosphere indeed. Alas, he did not stay for long, continuing down the
darkened hallways to their next destination.


Down one hallway in particular the wall which held no doors was lined with portraits of all the former heads of the family, all in chronological order. "You can see the portraits of my father, the family head and each family head preceding him.
My ancestors have all had their place found upon this wall." He informed Miuru as they traveled down the hall. The way in which each portrait was drawn and arranged made them all look like they were watching them, their eyes following them all the way down the hall until the portraits themselves were out of sight. There was a blank opening at the end of the line,
a nameplate set at the bottom had yet to be etched.

"It is quite interesting. As I've heard you are but a year older than myself yet we have only now met. Not to say that there were not valid explanations on both our parts as to why a meeting such as this never came sooner but I have seen almost each of the older family members, your father included, at least once before." He conversed with her as they arrived upon their next stop within the manor. The sliding door opened to reveal a large Japanese rock garden. It's overwhelmingly grey hue was bathed in the noonday light, a light which made Aiko avert his gaze while standing askew of the opening as to not be directly within the path of the light. The garden was beautifully arranged, the rocks arranged in a flowing pattern which evoked an almost fluid feeling of flowing and ebbing despite their immobility. This arrangement worked well with the walkway which was suspended over the rocks like a bridge over a river.


There was one feature within the garden that stood out quite distinctly. A large ivory coloured table which stood upon a single pillar in lieu of legs. At the very edge of the table was another long ivory colored rod attached to the table's rim. At the top of the rod there was a long curved bar which bore a distinct similarity to a rib separated from it's ribcage affixed to it. "This is the garden. It's a purely aesthetic segment of this house although it does serve a purpose quite close to me. You see, I tend to feed the crows which come here, hence the table. I do enjoy watching them come and dine." He explained to her. His face was still colder than the stone of the tallest mountain's peak and yet despite his grave appearance his tone almost grew warm as he spoke of his hobby. Of course, that warmth did fade to nothing as he continued to speak.

"Your father has always been quite loyal, always serving my family to the best of his ability. He's been there for us in
the best of times... And the worst of times." His tone did harshen, a slight menacing element becoming part of his voice. "I've spent many years speaking to people well older than myself. I've only ever had seniority over others in title and training alone. Though you are indeed a year older than myself I intend to speak with you as an equal, if not in position within the family hierarchy then at least in age. That way I hope to foster a lack of need for such reservation as you've shown so far. Such intent is not ill welcomed, no?" He proposed his intentions to her, at least a part of them. The appearance of honesty was necessary in all things. To create a sense of sincerity in his words would make control so much easier as his father had taught him. His father was masterful in manipulating the other members of his family, selling them every word he spoke as though it was dogma, an absolute which was undeniable. Aiko knew he was not the man his father was. His only hope was to be even a shadow of the person his father was.

As such, to create trust between himself and Miuru would be a necessary step in transforming this newcomer into a valuable member of his retinue. After all, even as intelligent and dedicated as Keiko was she was still only one person. Kaida's counsel proved wise in the past but she did not serve him as Keiko did. Even if Miuru were to simply be motivated to not oppose his dictations that would be enough. He planned to work her into becoming another servant but should that fall through a friend would be a welcome position for her to fill as well. As it already was, he had few friends within this family
and the more he could garner the better. "I've spoken much already. How about yourself? How has life treated you
in these many years we haven't spoken?" He wanted to hear more about her. The more he could get her to open up the better and with each detail she releases to him their relationship could only grow.


As a person, he regarded her in only a slightly better light than the rest. Her natural shyness and quiet nature pleased him and the fact she was taller than him was of no consequence. He was used to looking up in order to speak with others. Her being almost his age and yet standing two feet over him was a mild novelty, something to be noted and sorted away to the back of his mind. As for her beauty, well, she was a female member of the Sohma family. Little else needed to be said in that regard, although her dress sense was quite plain, like vanilla. Still, the more audaciously dressed members of the family tended to be the more troublesome he found. The way she dressed was welcome enough.

Tucked deep within the back of his mind was that niggling fear which reared it's ugly head from time to time. The need for an heir. Just who would help him bring the next head of this family into this world? And how? The very thought of someone else's body heat within close proximity of his person repulsed him deeply. Even if I were to find an appropriate candidate for such deed any form of intimacy would be close to impossible he believed.


His concerns were many, each fear saturating him thoroughly.