It often took the entire walk home for Sano's hair to dry, but that did rather depend on the weather. During this transition between summer and autumn, provided the rain hadn't started, by the time he'd reached the crossroads it was already at that itchy stage where any lingering moisture felt like sweat instead of the remains of a bath. He hated that stage, especially when he was already a little annoyed, but scratching his head or running his hands through his hair would only necessitate another bath sooner than if he didn't, so he kept them clamped tightly around the straps of his backpack to prevent it.
A distraction from his irritated thoughts was not at all unwelcome, which was probably the only reason he even noticed the sound of running feet as he neared the crossroad -- bare feet, apparently, approaching him up the perpendicular way, which the trees currently blocked mostly from view. He paused, waiting to see what entertainment the Torosa Forest Road would afford him today, watching what little he could make out through the corner of foliage. Something grey flashed past, and a figure came hurtling around the bend onto his road, where it promptly ran right into him.
It wasn't a proper, solid collision, but rather more of a ricochet; a shoulder made contact with Sano's ribcage, sending the figure spinning off behind him and falling awkwardly to the ground. And once it was still, Sano, turning, saw a shoeless boy in an overlarge, frayed shiiya that was missing a sleeve.
"You all right, kid?" Sano reached out a hand to help the boy up. "What's your hurry?"
Instead of accepting the assistance, the boy looked him over quickly with eyes that widened perceptibly at something he saw, then scrambled backward and to his feet. With one last nervous glance at Sano, he turned and dashed off the road into the trees, where he quickly disappeared.
"Huh," said Sano.
If it hadn't been evident from the kid's demeanor that he was being pursued, the sound of more running feet and hard breathing from around the bend would have confirmed it. Sano turned back toward the crossing and waited. Presently a pair of devoted, a man and a woman in mismatched pants and red shiiyao bearing the black and purple lotus emblem, came hurrying into view and stopped in front of him. The man, evidently pleased at the momentary pause in their progress, bent over, rubbing at his side and panting.
The woman, forward of her companion and not as badly winded, looked quickly around at the road in both directions and the surrounding trees, then at Sano. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she caught sight of the heretical device on his chest. "Did you see the boy?" she demanded abruptly. "Where did he go?"
"Dunno," Sano shrugged. He then added in the mildest tone he could command, "I'm blind."
The second devoted, slowly standing upright again, looked at Sano in greater interest. "Blind?" he echoed.
Still hanging onto his straight face, Sano replied, "That's what you devoted are always telling me, anyway."
The woman's brows lowered, and one of her hands formed a fist "Are you getting fresh with us, heretic?"
"Come on." The man stepped quickly forward, reaching for the woman's arm to pull at and restrain her. "We don't have time for this."
Sano ignored this relatively pacific statement and responded instead to the woman's threatening question. "And if I am? What are you gonna do about it?" He couldn't help grinning a bit as he laid his hand on the hilt of the keonblade at his side. Baiting religious folk was just so much fun.
"We don't want any trouble," the man insisted.
The woman was also ignoring her companion. Seeing Sano's motion and the small sword he wore, she rolled her eyes and commented derisively, "As if a heretic could ever hope to fight with a spiritual weapon."
"Please," said the man loudly, clapping an emphatic hand on the woman's shoulder and looking across it at Sano with a weary expression. "Master, we really don't want any trouble; we just need to find that kid."
For a long moment Sano contemplated telling both of them to go fuck themselves, but eventually decided against it. The man hadn't been so bad, after all; besides, if Sano didn't send them off wrong, they might accidentally go the right direction. "He ran off that way," he finally said, pointing up the sloping road whence he'd come. "Looked pretty tired, too -- nice of you guys to wear the poor kid out like that. You should have no problem catching him up if you hurry, unless he leaves the road."
Without even acknowledging this 'help,' the woman turned and, towing the man, headed off immediately the way Sano pointed. The man turned back toward Sano briefly and began, "Five times..." Then, realizing the semi-religious idiom probably wasn't entirely appropriate, amended, "Well, thank you." After which he moved quickly to fall in beside his companion. Before they were out of sight or earshot, Sano heard him asking, "Why do you have to be so belligerent?"
"Why do you have to be so soft?" retorted she. "Heretics need to be put in their place." And she broke into a run. Soon they had both disappeared around a curve in the road.
Sano looked after them for nearly a minute, making sure they weren't coming back, before he turned and studied the nearby foliage. He thought he could make out a spot of pale grey among the greens and browns, and waved slowly at it. "All right, kid, you can come out... They're 'round the bend by now; they won't hear us talking back here."
The grey patch moved and grew, and became the undyed clothing on the small frame of the boy. Hesitantly he emerged through the bushes, peered up the road, then turned suspicious eyes back on Sano. "Why'd you do that?" he wondered. "They might have rewarded you."
Sano made a derisive sound. "They wouldn't have given me nothing." He grinned darkly as he added, "Besides, I like messing with devoted."
The boy was studying him from head to toe again, still appearing a little uncomfortable. "Because you're a heretic, right?"
"Right," nodded Sano.
"Me too," said the boy quickly, withdrawing his gaze from Sano -- most particularly from Sano's chest and the emblem thereupon -- and looking around again.
"Oh, really? You look a little young to have decided that." Falling into a crouch, which put him just below the boy's eye-level, Sano returned the favor of precise examination. The kid's black hair was shorn shaggily close to his head, which couldn't possibly make him many friends wherever he went, and he was probably around ten years old. The shiiya he wore had obviously been made for an adult, for it extended all the way down past his knees, and the one remaining sleeve hung almost as far. He had a somewhat skittish demeanor that matched the nervous expression and the continually shifting red eyes.
In response to Sano's statement, the boy fixed him with a direct glare. "Don't talk to me like I'm young and you're old."
"Well, how old are you?" wondered Sano, amused.
Sano poked him in the chest teasingly. "You seem more like-- Sweet Kaoru, you're scrawny!" Because he really shouldn't have been able to feel ribs quite so prominently with just a little poke like that.
The boy scowled, and so did Sano. Pulling his backpack off one shoulder, Sano fished through it with the opposite hand. As it was nearly empty, this being the end of the weekend, he easily found what he sought. "Eat this quick before you drop dead!" he said, handing an apple to the boy. The latter couldn't quite hide a covetous widening of eyes and intake of breath as he reached out to accept. No surprise there: he probably hadn't eaten in days.
Sano stood straight again, readjusting the backpack straps and rolling his shoulders. "And you better come this way," he said, "in case those devoted come back." The boy, already three huge bites into the apple, now followed him without hesitation.
They walked in silence for a while as the kid devoured the apple down to the narrowest core, at which he still looked rather wistfully before he hefted it out into the trees beyond the edge of the road. Watching him almost made Sano hungry, and reminded him very much of his own eleven-year-old days.
"So what'd you steal?" he asked at last, tossing the second apple he'd retrieved from his pack into the air and catching it.
"What?" The boy's eyes followed the flying object like a predator its prey.
"I ain't stupid, kid." Sano let the apple go motionless in his hand in the hopes of commanding a greater share of the boy's attention. "Those were Tomoe devoted, and the closest Tomoe shrine's in Egato. No way would they chase you this far just for a heretic hunt." Ladies knew the devoted liked a good heretic hunt, though; that woman he'd met just now had been a classic example. Whatever the kid had stolen from them had probably been a welcome excuse for them to harry him halfway around Torosa.
"It..." The boy's eyes lingered for a moment on the now-stationary apple before turning away entirely. "It was just... some food."
The kid seemed so uncomfortable about this that Sano, wanting to put him at ease, replied immediately and heartily, "Well, I can't blame you for that! I did my share of it when I was a kid." He held out the apple. "Here, have another." And, as he watched the boy tear into it with just as much enthusiasm as the first, he added thoughtfully, "Tomoe knows a shrine's the best place to steal food from."
"You know," said the boy, his tone solemn despite his mouth being full, "the ladies don't like it much when you keep throwing around their names like that."
Sano stared at him for a second, amazed at the serious straight face and the somber voice. Then he burst out laughing. "You sound just like a devoted!"
The boy smiled sheepishly at him before returning his attention to the apple.
Sano reached out and ruffled the kid's scraggly hair. "I like you!" he declared. "What's your name?"
"Yahiko," said the boy without looking up.
"I'm Sano. You need a place to stay for the night?"
Now Yahiko did look up, but only with his eyes; it was a glance to which all the suspicion and nervousness had returned. "Yeah..." he said cautiously, and the tone was almost more that of a question.
"Well, you got one. I don't own much, so I won't worry about you robbing me, and there's good work around here if you wanna make some honest money before you run off wherever." He tapped the white teardrop on his chest knowingly as he added, "They even hire heretics."
"Uh, thanks," mumbled Yahiko reluctantly, then fell silent. He stared at his mostly eaten apple, and made his way through the last few bites with an unprecedented slowness. Finally he ventured, "Um... you're not thinking I'm..." He was looking sidelong at Sano again, with just his uncertain eyes. "I'm not gonna have to, uh... 'pay' you for this, am I?"
Sano shrugged. "Well, if you have any..." But he trailed off as the particular tone Yahiko had used belatedly struck him. "You mean..." For a moment he went wordless as shock and outrage filled him.
Yahiko was studiously watching the passing trees on the side of the road opposite Sano, and said nothing to confirm the half-voiced guess. What in the world had this kid been through? How often had he been expected to 'pay' for things in the manner Sano was fairly certain he meant? It seemed obvious, however, that Yahiko would rather not discuss the matter with a complete stranger, and with this in mind Sano forced himself to finish his statement as casually as possible. "Nah, I like older men."
"I like girls," Yahiko said in a very small voice, still not looking over.
"Nothing wrong with that," Sano said, far more jovially than he felt, clapping the kid on the shoulder. But the outrage was still present, and needed some expression, lest it force itself into the open in some inappropriate fashion. "But if anyone you don't like comes bugging you like that," he added, drawing his sword and letting the energy blade flash long and bright with the strength of his anger, "you just let me know."
For the first instant, Yahiko had shied visibly away from him and looked like he might be about to bolt again. But as he took in Sano's words and saw the weapon in his hand, his face broke into an animated smile. "You're a keonmaster?"
Through Sano's head rang immediately the voice of that damned devoted woman just now: "As if a heretic could ever hope to fight with a spiritual weapon." He scowled a bit as he let the energy blade recede and resheathed the short sword. "Well, not exactly a master yet..." he admitted.
"My dad was, back when he was alive," said Yahiko enthusiastically. "He was really good."
"Did he teach you any moves or anything?"
"Only a little."
"I was actually on my way back from my trainer's when you ran into me today," Sano said with some enthusiasm of his own. "If you stick around all week, I can take you up to his house. I usually stay up there on weekends." But no sooner were these words out of his mouth than he realized everything that could potentially go wrong in that scenario. "Though... well..." He felt himself blushing slightly as he backtracked. "Maybe that's not the best idea... He's this grouchy old... well, older guy, and, well..."
The town had been growing larger and more visible before them for a while now, and their emergence from the trees was a very welcome occurrence. In the light of the setting sun it looked very homey and welcoming, Sano thought... though that might merely have been because of the potential change of subject it provided. He cleared his throat and gestured. "This is Eloma, by the way -- in case you didn't know where you were."
Yahiko, evidently sufficiently distracted from Sano's awkward lack of real explanation, looked first at the town and then behind them somewhat anxiously. "What if the devoted come here looking for me? Wouldn't it be better if nobody saw me with you?"
"You pissed them off that bad?" Sano was impressed. "Nice work!"
Again Yahiko smiled sheepishly, and said nothing.
"Everybody in a town this size knows everything right after it happens no matter what you do anyway, though," Sano went on, "so it's no use hiding. But if anyone comes after you, I'll deal with them."
With an uncertain nod, Yahiko accompanied Sano over the irrigation bridge into town. He seemed to loosen up a trifle as he saw the villagers going about their usual tasks without taking any notice of them except to offer the occasional more or less amiable greeting. Sano waved at some friends where they sat under the roof of the inn, and stopped briefly to pet one of the local dogs, but otherwise had little interaction with anyone as they progressed -- and this seemed to comfort Yahiko somewhat.
"And here we are," Sano announced cheerfully as they approached his house in the southeastern corner of the town's center. "Ain't much, but it's close to the orchards I usually work, and it's really mine since I won the deed fair and square at chips." He was still rather pleased with himself for that, and just couldn't help mentioning it.
Yahiko didn't seem impressed. "No, it really... ain't much..." he murmured in something like horror. Sano was neither surprised nor particularly disturbed by this, and grinned as he fished out the key to his front door to let them in.
Inside, he managed to locate his fire-starter with only a little trouble in the dark, and lit the candle on the table. "There should be some clean water out back, if someone hasn't thrown something in it," he told Yahiko, gesturing at the back door, "if you want to wash up or anything."
Yahiko was looking around at the small single room. "Oh, yeah... thanks..." he said a little absently, and moved toward the door.
"You still hungry?" wondered Sano as he removed his backpack and tossed it carelessly onto the bed.
"Yeah," Yahiko replied, in a tone suggesting he didn't want to ask for more food but was indeed very hungry. He was fumbling with the door, and managed to figure out both lock and latch after a few more moments.
Sano looked through his cabinet. "I got some bread..." He picked up the heavy half loaf, unwrapped it, and examined it on all sides. "Still looks good."
"Thanks..." came Yahiko's voice from just outside.
After setting the loaf down on its cloth wrap on the table and laying his knife beside it, Sano moved to the bed. He yanked the top blanket out from under his backpack and brought it to his face, inhaling deeply.
"There's not much water here," Yahiko called in to him.
"Is it enough?" asked Sano.
"Yeah, if you don't mind me using all of it."
"Go ahead. Probably one of the neighbors was too lazy to go aaaalllll the way to the irrigation. I've done it."
A faint laugh from Yahiko was followed by splashing.
Satisfied that his blanket didn't smell too terribly bad to be offered to his guest, Sano tossed it onto the rug that lay before the fireplace, and sent his pillow to follow. Then he bent to unlace his boots.
Bare to the waist, shaggy hair dripping, Yahiko reentered the room as Sano was removing his shiiya and stuffing it into the cabinet. Sano looked at him and noted not only just how scrawny he really was but also that his pants were belted with a length of string. Instead of commenting on this, however, he said, "Man, they had to practically tie me up and throw me in the river to get me to clean up when I was your age."
Yahiko grinned. "But you weren't on the run, were you?"
Sano returned the grin and shrugged. "Well, no, I guess not." Turning back to the cabinet, he reached in and brought out the old, much-patched shiiya he only kept around these days as a backup. "Here, why don't you wear this to sleep in. Yours looks like it could use a break."
"Thanks," said Yahiko, and pulled the garment over his head. Then, spreading his arms out and looking down at it, he remarked a little skeptically, "This... isn't much better than mine."
"Yeah, it's pretty beat up, I know." Sitting down on the bed again after making sure the back door was securely closed, Sano yawned. "It took me a while to save up for the red one," he went on, "and meanwhile I never bothered much about that one. Then I had to find someone who didn't think they'd be damned if they made me a new one with a heretic symbol on it." And it still hadn't turned out quite the same red as the devoted shiiyao... but that was a minor complaint.
"People seem to like you here, though," Yahiko said.
"It's 'cause I kinda grew up here, so they liked me already before I turned heretic. You should see how people from out of town look at me. But you're probably already starting to get that, huh?"
Yahiko hesitated a moment before agreeing.
"Well, I gotta work in the morning," Sano said as he lay back, "so I'm going to sleep." He reached out a foot past the end of the bed to point at the rug and its fresh dressings. "I made a 'bed' for you, see? Not very nice, but probably better than sleeping outside on the bare ground, right?"
From where he'd been looking at the bread on the table, Yahiko turned to see what Sano was indicating. "Right," he said, with no trace of discontent. "Thanks."
Pillowing his head on his arm and pulling the remaining blanket up to his shoulder, Sano turned to face the wall as he said, "Stop thanking me, kid. We heretics gotta stick together, you know?" He yawned again. "So just help yourself to that bread, and put the candle out when you're done, all right?"
"Sure," said Yahiko.
A long period of quiet followed during which Sano, drifting toward sleep, hoped Yahiko ate as much bread as he wanted. But after a few minutes, Yahiko said softly, irresolutely, "Hey, Sano..."
Even more uncertainly, "Are you really a heretic?" Yahiko asked.
"What else would I be?" wondered Sano, a little surprised at the question.
"I mean, you really don't believe the same things other people do about the ladies?"
"I don't believe in the ladies at all, kid; it's pretty simple."
"Well," Yahiko said in a sort of shrugging tone that seemed to imply this wasn't actually all that important, "I know some heretics don't really think about it at all... they just use being a heretic as a..." But he didn't seem willing to complete that particular phrase.
"As an excuse to live like complete assholes?" Sano finished for him, turning slightly in the kid's direction again. "I know. They make it hard on the ones of us who have real reasons not to believe."
"What are your real reasons?" Though Yahiko asked quietly, Sano thought there was a certain eagerness to his tone that hadn't been there before.
"Misao, kid, where did this come from?" Sano turned all the way over and propped himself up on an elbow to look at Yahiko in the shadows cast by the lone flame. "Aren't you hungry and tired and shit? Haven't you been chased all day?"
"Yeah, but..." Yahiko quickly faced the table again, as if reluctant to meet Sano's gaze. "I've never met a real -- another real heretic before, and I just want to..." He shrugged slightly.
"Yeah, well, we can talk about it tomorrow, all right?" Sano yawned again and subsided back into his previous position. "Not like there's any hurry or anything."
"Right," agreed Yahiko quietly, and said nothing more.
When Sano got up the next morning just before dawn, the sight of the boy fast asleep curled under the blanket on the hearth rug made him pause. He couldn't help reflecting that Yahiko was about the same age Outa would be if Outa had lived this long -- not to mention about the same age Sano had been when he'd turned his back on the divine ladies, no matter what he'd said about Yahiko seeming a little too young to have made that decision. And if Sano hadn't, almost entirely by luck, had a place to stay and a few people vaguely looking out for him back then, he'd have been running from everything just as Yahiko was now. Poor kid. What other hardships was he likely to encounter if he continued running?
Sano's thoughts kept to this track throughout the day; orchard work didn't demand much of the mental faculties, so he had plenty of opportunity to ponder how he might help Yahiko on a more long-term basis than just a few nights' rest on his floor and some food. When he returned home, however, he found that all his planning was to come to nothing. For the little house was dark and quiet, and the only sign of a guest's erstwhile presence was the single shining coin Yahiko had left on the table.