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NAEGIRI WEEK Day 3 - Past/Future

Kyoko tells Makoto an interesting story about her ancenstors from the Taisho Period.

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Full Story below the cut. You can also find the story on my WattPad - https://www.wattpad.com/1288769125-naegiri-week-2022-creepercraftguy-day-3-past

The Kirigiri family were known in the business for being a family of special detectives, with Kyoko, the youngest, having attended Hope's Peak Academy with the title of Ultimate. What many did not know however, is that the family line expanded a long way into the past; all the way back in the Taisho period in fact.

Every Kirigiri had their own methodology, their own field and their own level of skill, but the skill of Kaguya Kirigiri was her unrivaled ability to hide in plain sight.

In 1919, Kaguya was the owner of an esteemed hotel. It was very high-standard, but not too expensive, and it was placed in a very good place for business, near a mountain road. Many travelers, weary from their journey, or out seeking thrills, stopped by her hotel to put their feet up and relax, before they went on their way to continue their own expeditions.

However, the hotel itself was, in secret, a front for Kaguya's detective work. She used it as a way of gathering intelligence from potential targets and suspects, and it just so happened that tonight, a particularly shady figure was staying at her place.

The figure in question was a businessman named Fuuji Itsutsuji. A variety of people, mainly victims of his misdeeds, as well as some of his business partners, close cohorts and yes-men (who Kaguya had managed to squeeze info out of after getting them drunk enough) had given Kaguya more than enough information on this man.

He had a previous criminal record, but ever since his release, Itsutsuji has retained the image of a law-abiding citizen, and had even been able to start his own company. The twisted reality on the other hand, was that he has used the contacts he had made in prison to form his own underground crime syndicate, and began masterminding heists and criminal fronts across the whole country. These days, he travelled Japan as a billionaire art collector and critic, but his real business was the trafficking of not just priceless stolen treasures, but people too.

Be it through pure circumstance and/or sheer dumb luck, the man had taken residency at Kaguya's hotel for a week. If there was ever a time to expose his criminal nature to the world, it was here and now.

Kaguya couldn't stand criminals like Itsutsuji; likely as a result of her traumatic childhood. As a young girl, her family was taken from her, and she had lost them as a result of the worst betrayal imaginable. The criminal responsible was arrested and sentenced to death, but the emotional scars on her conscience didn't fade. This was what fueled her determination as a detective, having carried on the family business from her father before her; but it also meant she had steeled her nerves and kept her emotions in check, not allowing anyone to get past her impenetrable defense's...

Or so she thought...

Itsutsuji had been staying at her hotel for three days now, which meant she had four more days to officially bust him and turn him into the police. On this dark and stormy night, she had taken the time to put all her evidence out in front of her.

"I'm so close...I have everything I need to counter any claims he may make..." she looked over the objects she had stolen from his room, plus copies of transcripts he had sent to his allies, "all I need is a confession directly from his mouth."

The entrance door to the hotel suddenly slid open, forcing Kaguya to hide away all of her evidence as she greeted her unexpected guests. A storm was raging on that night, so she hadn't expected anyone to come knocking so late. Much less who she actually saw through the doorway.

3 men kitted in gi and with swords strapped to their belts barged in, clearly desperate to escape the storm. Kaguya very quickly noticed the weapons and started observing them keenly. One of them was taller than the other two, and had a muscular build and tanned skin. The one in the middle had done his clothes neatly, despite the dampness from the rain, and he had large red eyes, black hair, and a furious pair of eyebrows. The third one had a crew cut and a goatee beard, tied with a band.

It was obvious these three must be wandering swordsmen, but thankfully, didn't look threatening enough to warrant suspicion. Of course, that didn't mean Kaguya was going to let her guard down. She stepped out from behind the desk and approached the gentlemen.

"Welcome, gentlemen," she bowed courteously, "I assume you will be staying with us tonight?"

"Yeah, that'd be lovely, thanks..." the one with the goatee giggled, winking at her "sorry, but we'll be crashing here. Hope ya' don't mind..."

"Kazuo Matsuzaki! Show the lady some respect!" the one with the furious eyebrows snapped at him, causing him to immediately stand up straight while the large one laughed at him, "I apologize for his rudeness. He doesn't know where to show respect when it is due. However, he is right that we need aid and a place to stay. We were travelling up the mountain to visit my grandfather's estate when the storm hit suddenly."

The swordsman bowed and held his hilt.

"I am Kizoku of the Ishimaru clan, heir to my family legacy and a wandering swordsman. And these gentlemen are my cohorts, also wandering swordsmen. Kazuo Matsuzaki, Kencho Owada and...um...Huh!?"

Kizoku suddenly looked around frantically, much to Kaguya's confusion, but he suddenly started spouting panicked warblings at his fellow swordsmen.

"Where in the blazes is Kirikabu!?" he shrieked.

"Huh? Oh, he's probably lagging behind a little," Kencho scratched his head awkwardly, "remember, we made him carry all our shit."

"Kencho, do not use such profane language while in another person's estate!" Kizoku snapped, "surely you could have cut him some slack! It is the middle of a storm! Carry your own stuff!"

"You gotta relax Kizoku," Kazuo assured him, trying to calm him down, "now you're the one losing his cool in someone else's estate."

"Ah! M-My apologies Ma'am! I uh...I didn't mean it!" Kizoku quickly spun around and started to frantically bow, getting the attention of the other ladies who worked in the hotel, "um...I don't believe I heard your name."

"Kirigiri," she said "Kaguya Kirigiri, I'm the owner...and...who is-?"

Kaguya didn't need to finish her question. A moment later, another person came crashing through the doorway, carrying 4 heavy-looking bags and appearing to have a difficult time with it. The bags were so big, they almost covered his entire body, but he carefully dropped them and shook the water off his gi and his hair like a wet dog. He also had a sword holstered to his waist

Unlike the rest of the swordsmen who looked up to snuff and even somewhat intimidating, this one looked very feeble and not particularly strong. It seemed to Kaguya that he was the outlier of the group.

"Sorry guys!" he panted, clearly out of breath, "the rain came down so suddenly and I started lagging behind because I was trying to keep our stuff dry! I was able to...uuuh..."

He froze and his eyes widened as he lay them upon Kaguya. He stared at her as she brushed her hair elegantly to the side, his soaking wet face growing progressively more red and warm.

"I assume you are also a travelling swordsman in the company of Ishimaru-sama here," Kaguya bowed, "greetings. I am Kaguya Kirigiri."

"You're beautiful..." he uttered.

Kaguya immediately did a double take and coughed in surprise. "I'm sorry...!?" she exclaimed quietly.

"Oooooooh~" Kazuo and Kencho both put in mischievous grins and winked at the newcomer, who Kaguya assumed to be Kirikabu. The young man's eyes widened even more, and his face went bright red.

"Wait!? D-Did I say that out loud!?" he exclaimed, "AGH! I'm sorry! I-I didn't mean it...Wait, no, I DID mean it! B-But it was still inappropriate of me to say!"

He bowed apologetically.

"I-I am o-o-f the Kirikabu c-clan! My name is Yukio!"

"Y-Yes...A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Kirikabu-sama." Kaguya bowed back, trying her hardest to return to her stoic demeanor.

"Y-Yours too, Kirigiri-sama..." he stammered.

"Please, there is no need to treat me in such a way," she tried to smile, "you are the guests after all. Speaking of which, how long will you all be staying?"

"The monks on the road predicted the storms will last for another 5 days at least, and will be on and off," Ishimaru explained, "while there is no evidence of their claims of course, I would rather not run the risk. The mountains are treacherous at this time of year."

"Of course," Kaguya nodded, "I do hope you have yen on hand, and I should let you know that you won't be allowed to bring your blades into your accomadations."

"Of course not, we would never do such a thing," Ishimaru affirmed, "but we will wish to keep our weapons, so we will leave them with you for now."

The swordsmen handed their weapons to some maids, who exchanged them for towels to help them dry. While they did so, Kaguya talked them through the terms of accommodation, including the rooms, bedding, and what they would be eating for meals. As soon as she was finished, both Matsuzaki and Owada walked past her down the hall with the key she had lent them. Ishimaru also followed.

"Rooms at the end of the hallway Kirikabu!" Matsuzaki called back, "make sure you put the luggage somewhere we can find it!"

"O-Of course!" Yukio stammered. He took a deep breath and reached down to grab the bags, but Kaguya did the same. Their hands brushed against each other, and their faces came very close to one another. Yukio immediately became flustered and retracted, and Kaguya did the same, though she was more calm on the surface.

"P-Please, don't worry about it," Yukio smiled nervously, "I can take care of it."

"You looked like you were struggling to carry all of these though," Kaguya pointed out, "let me assist you. I need to make my money's worth after all."

"Ah...in that case, I gladly accept." Yukio picked up two of the bags while Kaguya picked up the other two. As soon as she picked the luggage up, she immediately realized how heavy it was. Did Kirikabu really have to carry all four of these heavy bags up a mountain path?

She called for the ladies to prepare dinner as she heaved the luggage to the end of the hallway, accompanied by Yukio. Ishimaru, Matsuzaki and Owada had already gotten settled in their room.

"Be careful with that, dumbass!" Matsuzaki snapped, "oh uh...I'm talkin' to Kirikabu by the way."

"I noticed," Kaguya frowned, "you could stand to be a little bit nicer even so."

"Don't worry about it Kirigiri-sama," Yukio still addressed Kaguya formally, "I'm used to this. It's nothing for you to worry about."

This only concerned Kaguya even more.

"Hey! Kirikabu!" Owada growled suddenly, "I'm thirsty. Grab me a drink, will ya'?"

"If you would like a drink, you are more than free to ask the staff," Kaguya interjected, "allow Kirikabu-san to rest for a moment too. He did carry your luggage for you after all."

"Seriously Kirigiri-sama, don't worry," Yukio smiled warmly, "Kencho-kun isn't the type to drink tea or do anything deemed traditional. He has certain tastes. You wouldn't happen to have strawberry milk here, would you?"

"We do actually." Kaguya nodded.

"Oi, while you're there, grab me something too!" Matsuzaki called.

"I would like some lemon tea myself." Ishimaru added.

"Sure, I'll grab all of it," Yukio nodded, "though...would you mind helping me Kaguya-sama? I might drop it if I carry it all at once."

"Gladly," Kaguya smiled, "though, really, I should be doing this myself..."

A few days passed, and while she continued her investigation into Itsutsuji, Kaguya continued to keep a close eye on the travelling swordsmen. Despite their awkward encounter, she had began to develop a bond of sorts with Yukio Kirikabu.

However, as their connection developed, she began to grow increasingly concerned with him. To the point that it was actually beginning to slow down the progress of her investigation. But the reason why she had grown concerned is because it was painfully obvious how much the other three treated Yukio like a gofer. Even the sensible Ishimaru seemed to be singling him out and giving him a hard time, despite the arrogant attitude of the other two.

Despite having the room service, Yukio seemed to be the one doing most of the work for the group. Not only did he carry all their stuff around the commode, but he brought all the supplies back to the room and even paid all their meals.

Kaguya had asked Yukio countless times during his stay if he was ok, or if he needed help with anything, but he retained his jovial attitude and kept telling her how much fun he was having spending time with her. The more Kaguya pushed the matter, the more concerned Yukio got for HER, so she was forced to stop every time.

However, it saddened her, though she didn't show it. It would only be a matter of days before Yukio and the other swordsmen moved on.

Kaguya lamented on this during the night. but her thoughts were interrupted very suddenly and sternly.

"Good evening Kirigiri-sama."

Kaguya snapped back to reality and saw who it was that was greeting her at the desk. Her heart sank as she saw it was the man she had been investigating all this time, Fuuji Itsutsuji. He wore a black kimono and had a cigar in his mouth, as he greeted her with a shit-eating grin.

"Good evening Itsutsuji-sama," Kaguya retained her act, bowing to him, "I didn't expect you would be up this time of night. I hope you are aware we don't permit smoking on these premises?"

"Eh, c'mon sweetheart, you could at least allow me one," he said in his gruff voice, "'sides, I'll be leaving this joint as soon as I can and...you won't be around to stop me any more..."

"I beg your pardon, sir?" Kaguya began to ask, but she was caught massively off guard as Itsutsuji grabbed her and shoved her to the floor! He then waltzed around to the other side of the desk while Kaguya was grounded and started rummaging through her drawers, pulling out the evidence she had collected against him.

"Ooh, these are some interesting developments," Itsutsuji grinned maliciously, "you've been busy, Detective Kirigiri..."

Kaguya was wise enough to know playing dumb at this point would achieve nothing, so she dropped the act. "How did you know?" she grumbled. Itsutsuji cackled.

"I heard a rumor that you'd been asking about me well before I came here, so I did a little digging into your history," he explained, "and I quickly figured out you had dealings with the police and have been onto me for a while...So I got a riddle for the great Detective herself. What do you think the real reason is that I came to this hotel? There are other, richer, more luscious joints than this one that would be more befitting of my status, so why would I come here of all places?"

"I understand...as much as I loathe too..." Kaguya tried to clamber back to her feet, "you knew I would use the opportunity to investigate you and you used it to lead me into a trap...Sad as it is to say, I fell for it..."

Itsutsuji suddenly grabbed Kaguya's shoulder and pinned her to the wall, his creepy old face leaning in.

"I can't let the police know what you've found out about me, so I'm gonna have to kill you and frame your death as an accident," he giggled maniacally, "but before I do, I'm gonna have some fun with you..."

Kaguya was unable to escape from Itsutsuji's grip. He kept a tight hold of her arm and used his other hand to squeeze her breast. He then leaned in to forcibly kiss her, but before he could, someone suddenly grabbed his arm and yanked him off of the detective. Kaguya instinctively jumped away, and upon doing so, saw that the one who had saved her was none other than Yukio Kirikabu.

"Sorry sir. I was about to ask the nice lady here for some more strawberry milk for my friend...but you're in my way..." Yukio said, anger and frustration in his eyes.

"The fuck are you supposed to be? Her boyfriend? HAH! A beansprout like you hasn't got shit on me!" Itsutsuji leered, "it's gonna be hard to take this easy. Don't make a fuss if I accidently snap your body all over the place!"

"Yukio-kun! Run! Get out of here!" Kaguya cried out as Itsutsuji lunged at him. However, what came next was something nobody expected.

In one swift motion, Yukio countered a running hit from Itsutsuji, bent his arm in a position where he couldn't move, and proceeded to break it! Itsutsuji fell to the ground, screaming in pain and agony! Yukio then proceeded to jump on top of Itsutsuji and hold him still before he could do anything else!

"Kaguya-chan!" Yukio cried, "are you ok!? You're not hurt too badly, are you?"

"N-No...he only slightly felt me up..." Kaguya replied, dumbfounded at what she was seeing, "Yukio-kun, how are you-?"

"Kirikabu-kun!" a shout came from down the hallway. Yukio and Kaguya looked up to see Ishimaru, Matsuzaki and Owada run towards them, all looking shocked and apalled.

"Yukio, what'cha doing!?" Owada exclaimed.

"This man tried to have his way with the hostess, Kirigiri-sama!" Yukio exclaimed, "he even tried to kiss her forcefully, so I stopped him! I might have gone a little far though..."

"Itsutsuji-san...I heard rumors, but I didn't know if they were true or not..." Ishimaru growled, "keep holding him here Kirikabu. Kirigiri-sama, please, inform the authorities. Matsuzaki! Owada! Grab your gear and round up anyone in the hotel that may be in league with this man!"

"Got it!" Matsuzaku and Owada exclaimed. The two of them, as well as Ishimaru, went to grab their swords. By this point, Itsutsuji had fallen unconscious from the pain, so Yukio loosened his grib on him.

"Do you have anything I can tie him up with?" he asked Kaguya.

"Stay there," she said, "I'll call the police and get the maids to grab something."

It only took half-an-hour for the local police to arrive, and by the time they did, the swordsmen had already rounded up all of Itsutsuji's cronies. Thankfully, while many of them had deep cuts from the swords, none of them had been killed. The chief of the police, who knew Kaguya was a secret detective, thanked her for the assistance. She signed a document, agreeing to be a witness and presenter of evidence for Itsutsuji's trial, and they took Itsutsuji and his men away.

Kaguya breathed a huge sigh of relief and sunk into a seat. As she did however, she suddenly felt something cold on her face. She opened her eyes and looked up to see Yukio, holding towards her a glass of strawberry milk.

"Something to quench your thirst, Detective?" he asked jokingly, immediately clarifying, "sorry, I heard Itsutsuji bring it up when I came over. Rest assured, your secret is safe with me."

Kaguya nodded in thanks and took the milk, taking a sip. Yukio sat on a barrel next to her and sipped some water.

"Ah, there you both are," Ishimaru suddenly appeared, with Matsuzaki and Owada by his side, "Kirigiri-sama, I trust you're ok?"

"I'm alright," she nodded, "you might not believe it, but I've had rougher customers in the past."

"Are you sure, Kaguya-san?" Yukio asked, "he didn't really intend to hold back."

"Wait, "Kaguya-san?" You guys are on a first name basis now?" Matsuzaki winked.

"Huh!? Ah-no, it's not l-like that!" Yukio assured, blushing.

"By the way, Yukio-kun..."

""Yukio-kun!?""

This time it was Kaguya's turn to blush in the face of Matsuzaki's teasing.

"Shaddup man, let 'er speak!" Owada snapped.

"Th-Thank you Owada-san," Kaguya coughed and corrected herself again, "I've been wanting to ask...when and how did you get so strong?"

"Huh? What do you mean?" Yukio seemed confused, "I just do basic training as part of my life as a swordsman. When you wield a blade, you kind of become like a blade. If you don't tend to yourself, you grow dull."

"But it always seemed to me your companions took advantage of you a lot," Kaguya pointed out, "I thought they'd grinded you down to the point that you couldn't refuse what they demanded of you."

"See!?" Ishimaru snapped, "I TOLD you you gave people that impression!"

"Yeah, ok, our bad," Matsuzaki giggled, "but it's not like we could boss Kirikabu around even if we wanted to?"

"Yeah, I mean, he's the strongest out of all of us after all..." Owada also laughed.

"The strongest!?" Kaguya exclaimed, "but...the rest of you seem so much more experienced!"

"We might be bigger and burlier, but we're still learning," Owada explained, "Yukio might not have much in terms of muscle or stature, but he grew up in a family of swordsmiths, so he's learned from a young age. The rest of us though? We only became students a few years ago. He's kind of our senpai, even though he's younger than us."

"I know it looks like I'm always doing favors or running errands for them, but it's not because they take advantage of my kindness," Yukio added, "it's more like something I do willingly...like a...training regime or something. Carrying their bags gives me a good workout, and taking notes helps me have a good memory and makes me more observant to other people's feelings."

"That doesn't explain why you're always paying for their meals and drinks..." Kaguya said.

"Do you really think I would allow any of us to force another to pay for our goods?" Ishimaru's brow furrowed as he pulled out a notepad, "I keep books in here of all Yukio spends in here, and I endeavor to have the rest of us pitch in and pay him back as soon as we can."

"Yeah, truth is we're just bad at remembering to bring money with us wherever we go..." Owada blushed.

"And again, even if we refuse, Kirikabu knows more about swordfighting than all of us. He could kick our asses if we refuse." Matsuzaki laughed, but there was a hint of cold sweat on his face.

Frankly, Kaguya was confused, but also embarrassed that she had come to such a drastically wrong conclusion despite being a detective.

"I apologize," Kaguya bowed, "you all helped me out, even though I had such a drastically false impression of you this whole time."

"Worry not Kaguya-sama," Ishimaru saluted, "I'm just happy we could fix the misunderstanding. In any case, I believe we've spent more than enough.

The following day, the investigation finally came to a close. Itsutsuji was officially charged for his crimes and sentenced to jail. Kaguya couldn't help but think he had gotten off a little bit lightly, but right now, she had other things on her mind. After all, the four swordsmen, including Yukio, were leaving that day.

Kaguya went to the door and handed their swords and other equipment back to them, checking to see if anything had been left behind. She carried two of the heavy bags to Yukio, who currently held the other two.

"It's ok," he said, "I've got it. Don't worry."

Even knowing that he had the strength to pull it off, Kaguya still reluctantly handed Yukio the other bags. However, as soon as she did, Ishimaru, Owada and Matsuzaki came over and grabbed the bags, proceeded to lift them over their shoulders.

"We'll carry our own bags the rest of the way," Ishimaru said, "thank you for your assistance up until now, Kirikabu-kun, but we need to put in a bit of effort ourselves."

Before Yukio could say anything, Ishimaru, Owada and Matsuzaki bowed at Kaguya and the other maids and ladies, and headed out. Yukio followed suit, but before he could leave, Kaguya tugged his sleeve. She lowered her face to hide the fact that she was blushing. Uncuccessfully.

"Um...Yukio-kun..." she mumbled, "it would be a great honor if...you would come back to stay with us again..."

She looked up at him sheepishly. Yukio beamed. He took Kaguya's hand and gently kissed it."

"I'll visit any time I can, Kaguya-sama~" he winked. And for the first time in many years, as she watched him head up the mountain trail, Kaguya's face broke out into a huge, bashful smile.

"That's one hell of a story," Makoto Naegi smiled, "I didn't know your family line extended all the way back to the Taisho period. Although...she does look a lot like you."

In present day Japan, Makoto Naegi and Kyoko Kirigiri stood together in a gallery, standing in front of a prestigious old painting. It depicted a woman with sleek, dark-purple hair holding a painted paper parasol.

"I've always looked up to Grandma Kaguya," Kyoko said, "when I was a little girl, she set the benchmark for the kind of investigator I wanted to be when I grew up...I guess that still holds true now."

"You know...speaking of which..." Makoto took a closer look, "don't you think this...What was his name..."Yukio Kirikabu..." kind of looks like me?"

Kaguya was not the only one depicted in the painting. At her feet, sitting down politely in front of her, sword at his side, was the young swordsmaster, Yukio Kirikabu."

"Hm...Maybe he's YOUR ancestor? Wouldn't that be something?" Kyoko smiled.

"Wouldn't that be a little awkward?" Makoto asked, "that would kind of make us cousins..."

"Everyone's related to one another in some way, but you do have a point. How about this then? You and I are Yukio and Kaguya's reincarnations?" Kyoko suggested, "though that seems unlikely...After all, Kirikabu seemed to be a lot stronger and capable than you~"

"What are you trying to say!? That I'm weak because I can't wield a sword!?" Makoto snapped, "also, I didn't think you believed in reincarnation."

"Not usually..." Kyoko held his hand as they continued walking through the gallery, "but the idea of picking up where they left off? It's...a nice thought."

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