Old Promises and New Beginnings

Old Promises and New Beginnings
Chapter Five: Love Punch


Disclaimer: I do not own YYH, SM or the characters in this story.


Thanks Willow!


‘…’= Kurama's thoughts
{…}= Youko’s thoughts


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Minako and Makoto sat on a bed facing each other. Artemis sat to the side of them serving as an unbiased arbitrator. He looked back and forth between the two girls and asked them, “No matter what, you both agree to go by whatever the coin lands on, right?”

Makoto gave the coin in her hand a few practice flips. “Right.”

The white cat let out a jaw-popping yawn. He wasn’t the least bit interested in the proceedings, but he knew better than to voice it. “Then let’s get this over with.”

The brunette launched the coin into the air using her right thumb. “Call it.”

Minako watched the coin flip. “Heads.”

Makoto caught the coin then flipped it over, placing it firmly on top of her left hand. “You ready to see what it is?”

Both girls looked anxiously at the covered hand. Makoto slowly revealed the coin. Minako sighed disappointedly, “Tails. Have fun on your date.”

“Don’t be like that, it’s not like you’re never going out with him.”

The blonde smiled. “I wanted to be the first one.”

“Too bad, I’m first,” Makoto teased.

“Do you know where you want to go?”

“Not yet, but it has to be somewhere special. It has to be something that we’re both interested in. It has to be fun and exciting. Something that will wow him and have him fall for me!”

Minako took one of the pillows off the bed and threw it at her friend, hitting the girl right in the face. “Shut up!”

The brunette picked up the pillow and tossed it back, but Minako dodged it. “There’s nothing wrong with a little friendly competition.”

“I’ll show you competition.” Minako lunged forward, grabbing at the taller girl’s legs. Makoto leapt off the bed. “You have do better than that.”

The blonde got off the bed too and began chasing her friend around the hotel room. Artemis rolled his eyes at the two girls. “You’ll have to be more mature than that if either one of you ever want to be with Kuwabara.” He sighed disappointedly, “It’s no wonder he’s in love with Yukina.”

Both girls picked up pillows then attacked the mouthy feline and simultaneously exclaimed, “Shut up Artemis!”


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Kuwabara fumbled with the front door lock, it took him several tries just to get the key in the hole. He had just come off a double shift and he was beat. Some slacker called in sick and he was stuck with filling in. He slipped his shoes off, glad to be free of them. He had a newspaper with him that someone had in the employee lounge and decided to bring it home. He set it on the coffee table then laid down on the couch. He pulled one of the arm pillows under his head and closed his eyes. He would have been content to pass out on the couch had he not heard, “Your fiancée kept calling today.”

Kuwabara felt the added weight of Yusuke leaning against the back of the couch. He asked his roommate, “Which one?”

“How am I supposed to know? I’m not your secretary.” The former spirit detective moved from the couch to the refrigerator. “It might have been the Amazon.”

“Her name is Kino, try to remember it.”

“I’m not the one marrying her or that other girl either.”

“Jerk.”

Yusuke slammed the refrigerator shut. “Bigamist.”

“That’s a pretty big word for you.”

Yusuke plopped down on the armchair adjacent to the couch. “Thanks, Keiko taught it to me.” He opened up a beer, but before he could take a drink he noticed the terrible condition his friend was in. “Rough day?”

“Sixteen hours of putting up with bossy people and screaming children, what do you think?”

Yusuke placed the drink in front Kuwabara. “I think you could use this more than me.”

“Thanks.” Kuwabara sat up and took a swig from the cold can. “Did she leave a message?”

Looking positively perplexed he asked, “Who?”

“My fiancée.”

“No, she said she would call back later.” As coincidence would have it the phone rang. Sounding rather sarcastic he asked, “Hmm, I wonder who that could be?” Yusuke hopped up to answer the phone. “What do you want?”

“It’s a good thing you don’t answer phones for a living, you would be fired on the first day.”

“If that’s the way you ask to speak to somebody then I’m not the only one with bad manners.”

A long sigh came before the female voice asked as nicely as possible, “Is Kuwabara home?”

“No he’s not. He’s out with his other fiancées. Apparently you weren’t the only complete stranger he proposed to.”

Kuwabara leapt off the couch and snatched the receiver away from his roommate. He frantically shouted into the phone, “Don’t believe him!”

“Kuwabara?”

“Yeah, it’s me. Sorry about that, Kino, I usually try not to let him answer the phone.”

“That’s okay. How was work?”

Kuwabara groaned loudly into the receiver. “Long. I had to work a double shift.”

“Poor thing.”

“It’s just one of the perks of being a dependable employee.” The carrot-top swiftly changed the subject; the last thing he wanted to talk about was his job. “Why are you calling? Is something wrong?”

“I wanted to ask you out on a date.”

“When?”

“Tomorrow.”

“I get off work at noon tomorrow. We could get together at three.”

“That works for me. Now, we only need to decide what to do.”

Kuwabara walked over to where he dropped the newspaper. Using one hand he rifled through it until he found the Entertainment section. He scanned the headlines and found one that reminded him of Kino. He pictured the amazing mid-air somersault she did yesterday. “There’s a martial arts exhibit tomorrow, would you like to go there?”

“Sounds like a lot of fun.”

Kuwabara asked her, “What about Aino?”

“We decided that we would go on solo dates from now on.”

“Single dates, I guess that’s a good idea.” Still concerned he asked, “Will she be okay at the hotel by herself?”

Makoto hurriedly told him, “Yeah, sure, don’t worry about her.”

“If this is what the two of you want then it’s okay with me too.”

The pair hammered out the details. Makoto would meet him at his apartment then they would head to the exhibit. They chatted a little while longer before Kuwabara yawned and said, “I’ve got to go, I have to be at work at 5am.”

“That’s less than seven hours away.”

“Don’t remind me.”

Kuwabara turned the phone off. As soon as he replaced it on its charger he fell back onto the couch. He still wasn’t about to go to his bedroom.

“What did the Amazon want?”

“We’re going on a date tomorrow and don’t call her that, she has a name.”

“Relax, you’re not married to her yet.” Before his friend could tell him to shut up Yusuke asked, “If you two are going on a date, what’s the other one supposed to do?”

“The other one is- I mean Aino is going to stay at the hotel. They want to go on solo dates with me.”

Yusuke leaned over the couch and patted the carrot-top’s shoulder. “It’s a good thing you worked some extra hours today; you’re gonna need the money dating two girls.

“Go to sleep!”

“Why? I don’t have to get up early tomorrow.”

“Then let me go to sleep!”


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Kenzoku Kankyou was a family hotel that catered to clients on vacations. The summer season was its busiest time of year, guaranteeing Kuwabara with a summer job for the past three years. He was well-known and well liked at the hotel. He usually didn’t mind staying an extra hour or two to help, but not today. He had a date. He clocked out right at noon and was out the door less than a minute after that. He didn’t need that much time to prepare for his date; he just wanted to make sure his boss wouldn’t rope him into working a few more hours.

Once outside Kuwabara saw the back of a familiar figure. He made his way through the people walking by, sneaking up on the person. Right when he was about to announce his presence, which would have involved him pouncing, he was greeted with, “You’re out early today.”

“Can’t you just pretend to be surprised for once Kurama?”

The redhead joked, “Sorry, but nerves of steel is part of my appeal.”

Kuwabara rolled his eyes. “Keep telling yourself that. What are you doing here?”

“Waiting for you of course.”

The tall carrot-top struck his head with a loud ‘SMACK!’ “Lunch!”

Noting his friend’s peculiar behavior Kurama asked, “Is there a problem?”

“I forgot about lunch with you and made plans to take Kino out today.”

Kurama decided to have a little fun at his friend’s expense. “That definitely takes priority over having lunch with your dear friend.”

“Sorry, it just slipped my mind.”

“I’m only joking. Where will you be taking her?”

“To the martial arts exhibit at Mumei Park.”

“Sounds like fun. Have a good time.”

“I will. I’ll make lunch up to you.”

Kurama turned to walk away; he looked back over his shoulder and smiled at his friend. “I’ll hold you to it.” He hadn’t even made it past the hotel when it started, the inner self that always liked to voice its opinion, no matter how unwanted it was.

{If he’s going out with her then little Aino will be all alone, you really should go keep her company.}

‘I’ll do no such thing.’

{Why not? This is a perfect opportunity.}

‘Because the one I want will be with Kazuma.’

{Forget about her. Why settle for a boring brown rabbit when you can have a golden goose.}

‘What’s with the animal references? Do you want to hunt or are you horny?’

{The two go hand and hand. I desire the little Aino so I want to hunt her down.}

‘Not going to happen.’

{Why?}

‘Because this is MY body and I want to go to the martial arts exhibit.’


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“Wow!” Makoto’s eyes were as big as green saucers. It overwhelmed her trying to take in all the sites at once. “This place is incredible! Look over there, they’re doing Judo. They also have Aikido and Kendo, even Jujutsu.”

Kuwabara was impressed by the young woman’s knowledge. “You really know your stuff.”

“I’m an expert.” The brunette pulled on her companion’s muscular arm. “Let’s go look around.”

For several minutes the pair walked in silence. Kuwabara had wanted to give Makoto some time to look around before he tried talking to her. They stopped in front of stand featuring a Karate match. He liked that she was so engrossed in the fighting, already he could tell that they had a lot in common. He asked her, “You told me you were an expert, so how long have you been studying?”

The tall brunette didn’t look away from action; she couldn’t bear to miss a single movement. “Ever since I was a little girl.”

“That’s a long time.”

“I guess so.” With last blow of the bout landed she finally looked at Kuwabara. “What about you? What’s your fighting style?”

“What makes you think I’m a fighter?”

Makoto looked Kuwabara up and down, sizing him up with keen eyes. “I can tell you are.”

“When I was younger I was a really good street fighter, one of the best. Now I’m mainly a swordsman.”

Makoto eyed her date with new respect. “That’s very sophisticated.”

The carrot-top chuckled, slightly embarrassed by the compliment. “I don’t know about that.”

“What kind of sword do you use?”

Kuwabara pretended not to hear the question.

“Is it a katana, a Tai Chi sword, a Dadao, or a Pudao. It’s not a rapier, is it?!”

“It’s none of those.”

“Are you going to tell me?”

Kuwabara smiled down at the young woman. “No.” He began walking away from the quickly emptying ring.

Makoto was able to easily match his long strides. “Why not?”

In attempt to distract her Kuwabara pointed to the left and said, “Look a Iaido exhibition. Let’s watch.”

Kuwabara and Makoto spent most of their date watching the different exhibits; each one was more thrilling than the previous one. After an hour they stopped at a food cart for some ice cream then found a place to sit down.

Once on the bench Makoto slid close to Kuwabara, sitting right next to him. “Do you mind?” She gave him a sparkling smile that was hard to resist.

Kuwabara placed his arm behind her, resting it on the back of the bench. “Not at all.”

“So Kuwabara is a master of the Secret sword.”

“It’s not a secret sword.”

“It is if you don’t tell me.”

“Everybody has their secrets. You probably have a few of your own.”

“I can’t argue with you about that.” Kino stared thoughtfully at her ice cream cone. “Maybe one day we’ll be able to share our secrets with each other.”

“Until then how about you tell me a little bit about you.”

“I like to cook and I like to fight, that pretty much sums me up.”

“You cook?!”

Makoto lightly punched her date’s arm. “You don’t have to sound so surprised.”

“I didn’t mean it like that. I only meant that I never would have guessed that if you hadn’t told me.”

“No matter how you rephrase it still sounds bad.”

“How about we change the subject before my big mouth gets me into any more trouble.”

Makoto took pity on the young man and amiably accepted his suggestion. “Do you have any family in the area?”

“I have an older sister, her name is Shizuru.”

“What does she do?”

“She designs clothes for a boutique. What about you, do have any brothers or sisters?”

“I’m an only child.”

“Do your parents still live in Tokyo?”

Makoto clasped her hands together tightly, twisting them back and forth. “My parents died when I was six years old.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“You couldn’t have known,” the brunette stared off into the distance, “I still miss them.”

“I know how you feel. A year after I first met you, my parents died. That’s why I left Tokyo. My sister and I had family here, so we came to live with them.”

“How did they die?”

“Train wreck. One day on their way home the train derailed. They died instantly; at least that’s what the cops told my sister and me. I never believed it though.”

“Why not?”

“It was just a feeling I had. Unfortunately for me my feelings are usually right.”

“It was a fire.”

Kuwabara didn’t need any further clarification; he knew exactly what she was talking about.

“It broke out at two in the morning. Originally it started in the apartment across from ours. I had no idea what was happening until my mom came running into my room. We tried to escape, but it was too late. The fire spread quickly and the entire hallway was blocked. The only choice was to go out the window. There was fire escape outside, but it was old and rusted out. We had to go down one at a time. They sent me down first. I was almost to the first floor when it collapsed. I fell the rest of the way. I hit concrete and was stunned by the drop. I could hear and see, but I couldn’t move. I heard my mom screaming for me, but I couldn’t answer. I barely remember her jumping, but I do remember her falling. She landed next to me. When I was able to move I crawled over to her, she was so relieved to see I was okay. We lived on the sixth floor; she had no chance of surviving. My farther died of smoke inhalation waiting for the fire department to come.”

Kuwabara moved his arm from the back of the bench to Makoto's shoulder’s and gave her a gentle squeeze. “Something else we have in common.”

“What’s that?”

“Tragedy.”

Makoto smiled sadly. “That’s a hell of a thing to have in common.”

“Tell me about it.”

Trying to change the subject to a more pleasant topic he asked, “What do you want to do now? Should we keep talking or go look around some more?”

“Let’s go look around some more, but before we go I have to go the restroom.”

Kuwabara pointed down a tree-lined path. “There’s one over that way.”

“I’ll be right back.” Makoto hopped off the bench and jogged towards the restroom.

The carrot-top called out to her, “Don’t hurry on my account.” He continued to stare as she made her way down the path.

“How’s it going so far?”

Kuwabara jumped in surprise. “Kurama, what are you doing here?”

“Since I had no other plans I decided I would come here.”

“Things are going great. I’m having a good time and I think she is too.”

“That’s good.” Kurama asked, “What do you plan on doing now?”

“When Kino comes back we’re going to look around some more.”

“Do you mind if I join you?”

Kuwabara stared at his friend with an incredulous expression. “Yeah I mind. I’m on a date.”

Undeterred the redhead suggested, “I might be able to help you out.”

“I’ve been doing well enough on my own. I don’t need you watching over me.”

“Don’t think of it as baby-sitting rather, preemptive damage control.”

“I said no, now get out of here before she gets back.”

Makoto popped up at Kuwabara’s side, latching onto his arm. “Too late I already am.” She looked at the redheaded interloper and asked, “What’s he doing here?”

Before Kuwabara could reply Kurama answered for him, “I was looking at the exhibit when I ran into Kuwabara and he was kind enough to ask me to join you two.”

Makoto couldn’t even begin to understand why Kuwabara would offer to turn their date into a threesome. She turned to him and asked, “Why did you do that?”

Once again Kurama took the liberty of speaking for his friend. “He couldn’t stand the thought of me walking around here by myself. He’s always thinking of others. I hope you don’t mind. I could always leave if you prefer.”

Kuwabara had to admit that the fox certainly was smooth. He reasoned with himself that he and Makoto would probably spend another hour or so at the exhibit then go out for dinner. He knew Kurama wouldn’t impose on them for dinner. Another hour wouldn’t kill him. He turned to his date and said, “It’s up to you; you have the final say.”

Makoto saw the new development as an opportunity. If Kuwabara saw that she got along with his friends then that could only add to her appeal. She put on her best smile and said, “Of course Shinji can come along, the more the merrier.”

The redhead cleared his throat. “It’s Shuuichi.”

The young woman shrugged as if it was no big deal. “You know what I mean.”

While the three of them walked around Kurama conversed with Makoto. Actually monopolized her attention would be a more accurate description. After only fifteen minutes he figured out what subjects caused her to talk the most. He asked her tons of questions. He quickly deduced that she was a fighter and was able keep her talking about martial arts.

Kuwabara had no choice, but to walk beside Makoto and Kurama and listen to them chatting like long lost friends. He had all but given up on talking to her anytime soon when she said, “All this talk about fighting has got me all worked up.” She turned away from Shuuichi and looked at her real date. She told Kuwabara, “Spar with me.”

“I can’t do that.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t fight girls.”

She teasingly asked, “Even if the girl could easily beat you up?”

Kuwabara shook his head no.

“It’s not a real fight, it’s only sparring.”

“Doesn’t matter, I don’t fight girls.”

Makoto was slightly hurt by Kuwabara’s rejection. Seeing this Kurama told her, “Kazuma has a code of honor. No matter what, he never goes against it. It’s one of his most endearing traits.” He jogged ahead of the brunette and blocked her path. He drew his fists up and shifted his weight to his back leg. “I, on the other hand, have no such code. I’ll spar with you.”

“No, that’s okay.”

She tried to sidestep the redhead, but he moved with her and continued blocking her. “Are you scared?”

“Not even close.”

“Then fight me.”

“I thought we were sparring.”

“Same difference.”

“In that case,” Makoto performed a spin kick that came within inches of taking his head off, “I won’t go easy on you.”

The redhead told her with a wink, “That’s okay, I like it rough.”

Kuwabara eyed the pair like they were crazy. He wasn’t going to bother with trying to persuade them to stop. “I’m getting out of the way.” He found a nearby bench and made himself comfortable. “Try not to hurt any bystanders.”

Kurama found the girl’s movements weren’t as easy to follow as he thought they would be. They were surprising quick, not to mention incredibly powerful. Every time he blocked one of her punches or kicks, the impact could be felt vibrating up the entire length of his arm.

Fifteen minutes into the match and Kurama had yet to land a single blow. She was so fast he was barely able to maintain his defense. Even if they were only sparring he still wanted to win. He took a chance on a wild punch. It caught the brunette off guard, but she was still able to block it. It was a small opening, which he immediately took advantage of. He launched his own offensive. She effortlessly blocked each of his punches. She made it look so easy, swatting his fists to the side like pesky flies. He could tell she was toying with him, he could see it in her eyes.

He grunted, “You’re really good.”

“Tell me something I don’t know.”

Shuuichi threw a punch as hard as he could. Makoto caught his incoming fist in her hand and shoved the young man backwards. She ran at him with her right arm cocked. Once close enough she swung at the left side of his head, connecting with his eye, a lot harder than she intended. The redhead spun around in a half circle before falling face first onto the sidewalk.

“Damn!” Makoto ran over to the fallen redhead and knelt down beside him. “Are you okay Shuuichi?!”

He rolled over and looked up at the beautiful girl, all four of her, smiling like a fool. “I think I’m in love.” His eyes then closed and his head fell to the side as he passed out.

Kuwabara rushed over to his friend. He picked the fox up and carried him back to the bench. He checked him out and found that no major damage had been done. “I think he’s just stunned.”

“That’s a relief.” Makoto looked down at Shuuichi’s rapidly swelling eye. “I should go see if I can find him some ice.”

“No, you stay here. I don’t want you to get lost.”

Makoto sat down next to Shuuichi’s head. She poked him shoulder and said, “I hope you wake up soon.”

“Why so you can knock me out again?”

She returned the smile the redhead was giving her. “You were practically begging for it.”

“Of course blame the guy with the swollen eye,” he said, doing his best to look extra pathetic.

“Are you mad?”

“No, I like a girl who can handle herself.”

“That’s a first. Most of the guys I meet want to play Prince Charming. They don’t really know what to do when they meet me.”

“I’ve never liked the damsel in distress. Kuwabara on the other hand…” He purposely let his sentence trail off, leaving Makoto to draw her own conclusions.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

When Kuwabara returned he was carrying a popsicle. “I couldn’t any ice, you’ll have to make do with this.”

Shuuichi placed the frozen treat over his left eye. “Thanks.” He got off of the bench and turned to Makoto. “I enjoyed spending time with you, but I think I better leave while I still have one good eye left.”

She told the redhead, “I had fun too. You’re not as bad as I thought you would be.”

Shuuichi patted Kuwabara's shoulder. “You have yourself a real handful with this one. Enjoy the rest of your date.”

Once they were alone again Makoto linked arms with Kuwabara. “What should we do now?”

“The last match for the day will be starting soon. I think we should watch it then go to dinner.”

“Will that be all?”

“We could always find something to do after dinner. I think I owe you another hour with just the two of us.”

“I’m thinking you do too.”

Kuwabara gazed down into Makoto’s sparkling green eyes. “I was hoping you’d say that.”


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Minako stood before the window in her hotel room, over looking the nightscape, some where down below, amidst the buildings Makoto was with Kuwabara.

“What’s taking them so long Artemis?”

The white feline was busy licking his paws. He thought the young woman was talking to herself, as she had been doing all night, so he paid her no mind.

“Artemis, did you hear me?”

The cat looked up from his paw. “I don’t know what they’re doing, but it’s probably nothing to worry about.”

“I want to believe that,” The blonde moved from the window to the bed where Artemis was sitting, “But I keep picturing Kuwabara and Makoto doing stuff that I rather not think about.”

“Don’t you think you’re overreacting? It’s only their first date.”

“I know that, but it still bothers me. I’ve been waiting so long to meet Kuwabara again and it turns out he proposed to my best friend and is in love with another woman.” Minako fell backwards onto the bed, exhausted from saying such a mouthful. “What do you think Artemis? Do you think Kuwabara and I belong together?”

“Maybe, maybe not, who knows?”

“That’s not very comforting.”

Artemis walked over to Minako and climbed into her lap. He looked up at her and gave her a reassuring look. “I know you better than anybody, even Usagi and the other girls. I know what kind of person you really are. You’re kind, caring, sweet, funny, and bunch of other wonderful things. Just give Kuwabara time to get to know you, like I do.”

Minako gave her longtime guardian a hug. “Thanks.” She glanced nervously at the bedside clock; it read 8:45pm. “I wonder what they could be doing.”

“Don’t worry about it. The more you think about it the more your imagination will run wild.”

“I know, but it’s hard not to.”

“When Makoto returns you can ask her all about it. Does that make you feel better?”

“A little bit.”

Makoto didn’t return until almost 9:30. Using the light from the hallway she was able to make out the body of her friend lying in bed. She snuck inside, trying to make as little noise as possible.

Although Minako was already under the covers, she was far from sleeping. “Did you have a good time?”

“I had a great time!”

“What did you do?”

“We went to a martial arts exhibit and dinner.”

“It took you six hours to do that?”

“No, it took us six and a half.” Makoto went into the bathroom to change into her pajamas.

Minako stated earnestly, “Seriously Makoto, I want to know everything that happened.”

The brunette stuck her head out of the bathroom doorway and asked, “Are you sure you want to know?”

Minako nodded her head yes.

“Kuwabara and I really hit it off. We have a lot in common and we had a lot of fun, that’s all there is to it.”

“Oh.” Suddenly the blonde was wishing she hadn’t asked.

Once Makoto was finished in the bathroom she climbed into her bed. “I’m exhausted. Good night Minako.”

“Night.”

Minako was restless. She was tossing and turning so much that Artemis got of the bed and slept on the floor. Nearly an hour had passed since Makoto returned when the phone rang. She answered it quickly so it wouldn’t disturb the sleeping brunette. “Hello.”

“Hi Aino, it’s Kuwabara. I’m not calling too late am I?”

“No, I’m awake.”

“Good, because I wanted to ask you something.”

“What is it Kuwabara?”

“Would you like to go the beach with me on Wednesday? It’s my day off. We could take the train there and make a day of it.”

The blonde said a little to excitedly, “I’d love to!”

“I’ll call you tomorrow and we can talk about it some more.”

“Okay, I’ll talk to you then.”

Minako had to suppress a squeal of excitement. ‘He asked me out! I can’t believe he called me up like that. I thought for sure that I would have to ask him. I can’t wait until Wednesday!’

Once again the young blonde was tossing back and forth between the sheets, only this time because she was happy.


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cillaxox: I think it’s pretty obvious by now that this story takes awhile for me to write. It’s harder for me to write romance stories. If I finish a chapter within a month and a half I’m doing great. Please be patient, because I will update and I will finish this fic.

I hope nobody minds me taking a little dramatic license with Kuwabara and Kino’s past. I’m not very good at writing sad stuff, so I don’t like to write it all that much. Also I wasn’t sure if Shizuru worked in a salon or a boutique. Maybe she doesn’t work at either one and I was imagining that I read/saw some where that she did.

The martial arts listed above are all Japanese ones, I looked them up on the Internet.
Jujutsu is also spelled as Jujitsu, so please don’t call me out on that. As for the swords here is a brief guide:
Katana- anybody who watches anime or samurai movies should know what that is.
Dadao- two handed Chinese sword
Pudao- (Chinese) combo sword and staff
Tai Chi sword- (Chinese) has a very flexible blade
Rapier- a type of fencing sword
Unlike the martial arts I wanted a little variety with these. I wasn't sure if katana and rapier would be capitalize, so I didn't. Please don't hate me too much.

Kenzoku Kankyou = Family Fun
Mumei = Nameless
I think I used a reliable translation site for those words.

One last thought, I honestly believe Makoto could take Kurama in a hand to hand fight, she’s just that tough.