It felt like a long time since she was home, but even as she stood just outside the building that she once resided in Kikuya knew that she was not home. Life had been taken from her not in the functions that made her alive but in the spirit that made her who she was. In the past handful of days she had pieced together what the official story was: very simply the government had "killed" her. The Super Geisha had perished in a terrible accident returning from a goodwill tour. There had been mourning for her and a state holiday, then everyone moved on. Japan had a new cultural hero now, though Kikuya hadn't bothered to find out who or what. She hoped it was Grogg. It would give her friends something to smile about as they grieved for her.
But Kikuya had not died. The details of what had really befallen her were far different and complex. All she knew was that she had her freedom now, though freedom meant no more geisha. Uncomfortable as it was she found herself in street clothes in the hustle of the city. There was only one place she really wanted to go and she turned from the corner across from her former residence and walked a few blocks down to a place that truly felt as though it were home.
She could only hope that Hajime would welcome her now that she was not something that he could have use for or could value. If he did not...well. Honor had other options.
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