Megohime left with the driver, only taking a suitcase of clothing with her. She’d be staying just outside the city, in a small apartment on her own, with men directly under Kojurou checking on her daily without disturbing her.
It was nice, to say the least. She had a place of her own, to do what she wanted at her own pace. Most everything was handled for her should she need it.
She didn’t quite know what to do with herself while she was there, being entirely alone and mostly only allowed to go out on occasion. Kojurou supplied her with plenty to do inside, but she mostly stuck to reading though.
One day, there was a knock on the door, the usual knock that Kojurou's men used to let her know they were coming. But it wasn't time for them to come around just yet.
"No, don't.." He put his hand up to stop her from shutting the door, "Look...whether you remember or not, we have a contract...I'm bound to you. I go where you go.."
Megohime stared at him like she wasn’t buying it, but after a moment she wrapped back and opened the door for him. “You make it sound like you’re my slave or something..”
Megohime’s cheeks flushed, and she looked down at her lap, they had kissed? She felt as though she vaguely remembered sharing a kiss, but was it with him? “Oh..”
Megohime touched her lips and felt them tingle, remembering the bitter taste of alcohol on her tongue, the feeling of lips against hers. “I-I’m sorry.. I wish I remembered more..”