Tenchi Muyo! in the World

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Since Azusa started the life in Jurai, he had a lot to learn and day-by-day he had to work on his training for an imperial family. As a conservator, Seto was always with him and when he arrived at poverty, he once had a light love to her but it had been released in the daily hard exercises. Seto herself had noticed his feelings and she paid attention to dealing with Azusa very carfully. Once, her friend who was aware of the way Azusa looked at Seto, asked to her about this. Seto replied laughing, 'If I hadn't known my husband…'
However hard the training was Azusa never gave up, especially for the martial arts. But there were some things which he did not like and could not bear for, it was the cultural study. Practice for tea ceremony, paintings, flower piece, etiquette, etc. Specially he did not like the dancing. He always ran away from Seto when the practice started.
'Oh, wait!' Seto always ran after him.
'How can I wear such a stuff! You always want to put that ribbon on me!'
'You can't get away from me. Give up, Azusa-chan!'
'Don't call me Azusa-chan!!'
Indeed, never could Azusa get away from her but never had she scolded him as this chase itself was part of the training.

Three years have pasted since Azusa came to Jurai and he was 13 years old.

And one day...

That day too, Azusa was running away from Seto.
Azusa had learned how to set traps now and tried to escape from Seto using them but she was overmatching him and laid more traps where he went and this time he was caught in a transport port. 'Aaaaaah!! That grimalkin!!' he cried jumping out to somewhere. He expected Seto would be waiting in front of him having her hand on her waist, but actually he was transported to a beautiful garden where a lady was playing a Jurai lute in a silvery melody. The tune held Azusa's heart and he stood there till the song ended.
'Oh, its been a long time since I had a guest. I am pleased to meet you,' gracefully laying the lute on her lap she turned to Azusa and spoke to him.
Called by her, Azusa was brought to himself.
'Seto is not here, master Azusa,' she smiled.
'…Wh, why do you know about it? Why do you know my name… er .. ma'am,' he asked her in wonder.
'Calling master Seto as grimalkin… No one does not know about you, master Azusa,' she replied laughing in a tender tone.
'Er.. I see. Er, I am sorry disturbing you, ma'am. I will go now,' bowing he tried to leave. The lady looked so delicate that he felt his existent here will break the mood itself.
'Master Azusa. If you would not mind, may we not have some talk together?'
To her voice, Azusa halted, 'But…'
'Am I troubling you?' letting her lute aside, she looked at Azusa with a sad look.
Azusa was not old enough to know the words to make excuse and it was true that he himself also wanted to stay with her.
'Er.. no.'
'Ah! Thank you,' she smiled happily.

Her name was Amaki Mitsuki(天木　魅月). She was beautiful, beautiful as her name ('魅月', Mi-tsuki,means beautiful moon), delicate and exquisite like a Moon. Her light blue hair gleamed in silver and waved down longer than Azusa's height. Her age seemed to be similar as that of Seto's. She told Azusa that she was weak and stayed in this garden since she was born.
They enjoyed the time and Azusa promised her that he would visit her again while she asked him to keep this as a secret and not to tell anyone.
Since then, Azusa frequently stopped by and spent a sweet time with her.