AN: hello. My first tactics fic. Sorry for any OOC. Feel free to crit and comment. This story is about Ryoukan Hasumi. I made up his back story as I do not know why he doesn't like Youkai. But... if I wrote tactics maybe it'd go a little something like this. fufufu.

Disclaimer: tactics is not mine.

Unfounded Assumptions

Chapter 1

Two little boys played beside an old shrine in the summer dusk. The pond reflected the small boys forms as the played with sticks in the sand.

"Sho-chan, If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be," the older boy, Ryoukan Hasumi asked his little naïve brother.

"I don't care, Aniki! As long as I were with you!" the other little boy beamed brightly.

"That doesn't count!"

"Then… then I'd want to live with the youkai…" the little boy smiled to himself. "And… with you!"

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"Ryoukan-- Ryoukan, wake up!"

"Hasumi's eyes fluttered open slowly as he heard the small sweet voice of his daughter calling his name.

"Father!"

"Rosalie!"

As soon as he sat up he felt his daughter's arms wrap around his neck.

"It's morning already?" Ryoukan felt for his glasses beside him and put them on his face. It was a rhetorical question. He could tell by the bright sun and the singing birds the answer to the question.

He sent Rosalie to go take her breakfast ahead of him, as he was already running a bit behind schedule. He proceeded to go through his morning routine and dress himself before joining Rosalie at the breakfast table. She was already finishing the last bit of her rice when Hasumi sat down.

"Father, am I going with you to work today?" Rosalie inquired.

Hasumi took his gaze off of a piece of fish to look over at his little adoptive daughter. Recently she hadn't been going with him to the office, so where did this question come up all of a sudden.

"Do you mean you'd rather come with me to the office?" Hasumi asked, lowering his bowl.

"No, sir," the blond girl answered. "I'd rather like to accompany Kantarou to the beach."

Ryoukan's eye twitched.

"Why, I don't see a problem with that. I suppose Ichinomiya's proved himself able enough to watch over you, and he does have his sensible housekeeper and Haruka too," he mused mostly to himself. He took a sip from his cup and then set it down gently, turning his eyes back towards Rosalie. "Ok, you can go."

Rosalie's eyes lit up. "Really?! Thank you, Father!"

Ryoukan worked to stifle a blush. "Well, I can't always keep a leash on you, Rosalie. Just be sure not to listen to Ichinomiya's idiotic talk of youkai and the like--"

But his words fell on death ears as Rosalie had made her way from the table hoping to pack.

Hasumi sighed and returned to his food, allowing himself a passing glance at the morning's paper. As he scanned over the happening of the previous day, he found himself reflecting on his current situation in life. He was the head of the Paranormal Research Society and the father of a beautiful little English girl. He had a very good reputation when it came to Japanese folklore and dealing with incidents seeming to be the result of so-called youkai.

Despite the fact that Ichinomiya insisted that Youkai and spirits existed, the other man was a scholar and very learned. In the end he was better company than no one. Also, his friends proved to offset Ichinomiya's quirks.

Youko was a fine model of Yamato Nadeshiko and seemed to instill many genteel traits in Rosalie. Ever since her being in Youko's company Rosalie had become more demure and less rambunctious. That was always a plus.

Then there was that man, Haruka. At first, Hasumi dismissed him as merely a disciple or student of Ichinomiya. As time progressed, however, it seemed as if the tall man was more of a guardian or bodyguard. Though after even more passing of time, even that didn't seem the answer. Hasumi couldn't put a label on the man. He was at first cold and then on second glance, naïve. Still, Hasumi figured it to be of no danger to his dear Rosalie.

Yes, even Yumeyakko and his old Sensei were in all good associates for his daughter. Maybe he really did worry too much like Yumeyakko implied. Hasumi would try to work on that--

But back to his Business… didn't understand how some people could be so naïve to believe such beings really existed, and yet he was surrounded by such individuals. Even his own daughter believed she saw such things, though he was working to remedy it. It seemed as if her being around Ichinomiya's home did little to dissuade her but he really didn't have anywhere else he could trust to bring her.

And yet, Hasumi also remembered a time when he belived those things. When he too was enthralled with the world of the Youkai--

"Sho-chan," Hasumi's grip tightened on the newspaper in his hand. No, he wouldn't think of him right now. It wasn't the time. That was the past, and he had Rosalie.

As he finished up the last of his breakfast he stood up to see Rosallie appear by the doorway.

"Father, I'm ready."

"Of course. Let's go."

-to be continued-

AN: oh yeah... i watched all the english episodes of tactics and read only up to volume 3 of this manga before undertaking this project. Don't shoot me! Uh... the beginning will make more sense as the story unfolds. Uh... should i called Hasumi "hasumi" or "ryokan"? should rosalie call him "ryoukan" or "father"? Read and Review please! I appreciate all comments!