"The Private Relationship Between Azusa and Mitsuki part 1"
"The Secret Meeting place"
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 was released in the daily hard exercises. Seto herself had noticed his feelings and she paid attention when dealing with Azusa very carefully. Once, one of her friends 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'
No matter how hard the training was Azusa never gave up, especially when it came to martial arts. But there were some things which he did not like and could not bear to do, it was the cultural studies. Practicing for tea ceremonies, painting, making flower pieces, etiquette, etc. He Specially did not like dancing. He always ran away from Seto when dance practice started.
'Oh, wait!' Seto always ran after him.
'How do you expect me to were that! You always want to put ribbons on me!'
'You can't get away from me. Give up now, little Azusa!'
'Don't call me little Azusa!!'
Indeed, never could Azusa get away from her but, she never scolded him for running away cause the chase itself was also part of the training.
Three years have pasted since Azusa came to Jurai and he was 13 years old.
One day...
Azusa was running away from Seto.
Azusa had learned how to set up traps now and tried to use them to escape from Seto but, she was overmatching him and she laid traps where ever he went. 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 with her hands on her waist, but actually he was transported to a beautiful garden where a lady was playing a Jurai lute with a silvery melody. The tune held Azusa's heart and he stood there till the song ended.
'Oh may, 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.
'Seto is not here, master Azusa,' she smiled.
'hh-how did you know about that? How do you know my name.. er .. ma'am,' he asked her in wonder.
'Calling master Seto as grimalkin, their is nobody doesn't know about you, master Azusa,' she replied laughing in a tender tone.
'Er.. I see. Er, I am sorry for disturbing you, ma'am. I will go now,' bowing he tried to leave. The lady looked so delicate that he thought his existent here will break the mood itself.
'Master Azusa. If you wouldn't mind, may we talk with each other?'
To her voice, Azusa halted, 'But'
'Am I troubling you?' laying her lute aside, she looked at Azusa with a sad look.
Azusa was not old enough to know the words to make an 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 Mitsuki Amaki. She was as beautiful as her name delicate and exquisite like a Moon, (Mi-tsuki, means beautiful 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 so she had to stay in this garden since she was born.
They enjoyed their time and Azusa promised her that he would visit her again and she asked him to keep this as a secret and not to tell no one about their meetings.
Since then, Azusa frequently stopped by and had some good times with her.