Kiada walked down the hall after leaving Bankotsu's room, who had passed out cold after their little party. She was tightening her obi still when she sat down in the kitchen. The four gave her side long glances. Mukotsu smirked obviously enjoying all the moaning he heard from her. Jakotsu's face couldn't be interpreted as anything other than disgusted. Suikotsu seemed impassive.

"You're gross," Jakotsu finally said.

"Seriously, Jakotsu?" she asked crossing both her arms and legs. "I like penises, you like penises. How am I gross?"

Jakotsu didn't have a response, only stuck his nose up and ignored her.

"I'll be back," she said heading for the door intending to walk off the soreness between her legs. I deserve it and it was well worth it. Suikotsu muttered an okay through his cup of tea.

She stepped outside combing through her messed up hair with her long fingers. She stopped dead seeing the person in front of her.

"Does Bankotsu pay extra for you to allow an audience while he fucks you, or do offer that with everything else?" Aoko asked smirking. She was leaning against a tree long tan legs crossed. "Blue really doesn't look good on you," she said nodding to her kimono.

"Do you always show up unwelcome?" Kiada snapped. "Or is that just the bitch in you?"

Aoko ignored her. "I brought the weapons you asked for. You honestly have no idea how long it took me to track them down. Even recreate in some instances."

With a clatter, swords fell from the sky, landing in a pile by her feet. She stepped forward, pulling two swords out of the pile.

"These are mine," she said amazed. She touched the engraved symbols of her name where the blade met hilt. Her eyes found the huge halberd at the bottom of the pile, sparkling like it had never been destroyed.

"You recreated Banryu?" she asked in awe. Though she hated this woman beyond words, she couldn't help but give her props for remaking a sword that had been completely destroyed.

She nodded, vainly, once. "And now, I expect a show on how well you can use them. I'd hate to find out you were a waste of my time when it really matters."

"What do you mean?" Kiada asked suspiciously.

The woman smile like a cat at her. "You'll see."

With that she was gone.

Kiada ran back to the house. Jakotsu met her at the door.

"I heard a bitch talking," he said leaning against the frame. "Or was that my imagination?"

"She was here," she said breathlessly.

"For some reason you don't sound angry," Jakotsu said. "Why?"

"She remade our weapons," she said.

Jakotsu's eyes opened wide, eye brows up. He was impressed though he tried his hardest not to show it.

She slipped through the door and ran back to where Bankotsu's room was. She shook him awake. "Bankotsu! Bankotsu!"

"Wha?" he muttered waking up. He smirked at her. "Back for more?"

"You wish," she shot. "But listen: Aoko brought our weapons!"

"Oh, really?" he said clearly skeptical.

"Banko-chan," she said. "She remade Banryu."

Bankotsu instantly leapt off the mat, running down the hall, nearly stumbling in his hurry. He rushed outside and stopped dead in the yard.

He nervously picked up Banryu. He held it gingerly. Kiada could see his tense shoulders instantly relax, happy to have his halberd back in hand. He spun, putting Banryu back in its place across his shoulder, and gave her a cocky smirk. Kiada swelled happily for her love but there was only really one thing she could say without choking up.

"Bankotsu, go put on some clothes."