Upon being discovered, the shinobi launched himself off the tiles, a dark blur against the star-dusted sky.
Kiyoshi pushed himself off Midori with amazing agility, his muscles coiling with a warrior's instinct.
"Stop right there!" He shouted before he grabbed his sword and surged towards the fleeing figure.
Heart still pounding hard from shock, Midori picked Ame with trembling hands from her basket and held her close.
"Baby, don't be afraid," she murmured more to herself than to Ame. "Your Mommy and Daddy are here with you. We will protect you."
Footsteps echoed on the stairs as Mai and Yuri rushed down from upstairs and ran into the living room.
"Ojou-sama, what happened?"
"Young Madam, are you hurt? Eh? Where did Wakasama go?" Yuri looked around in confusion.
Mai, noticing the fear that had frozen Midori in place, acted swiftly. She grabbed a water jug, poured a glass, and set it gently beside her Ojou-sama's trembling hand.
