"Kisa," Hisao muttered, slightly annoyed with her sneaking.  "If there's one thing that makes me angrier than you making noise and jibbering away on the phone, it's your sneaking about like a thief."  He took a sip of the sweet warm tea on his tray.  "You don't have to sneak, just go."  He sounded rather hopeless while bidding her to leave, as though he expected her to go whether he approved or not... as though everyone did what they wanted with or without his permission.<br/><br/>Hearing the light commotion,  Masako poked her own head of raven-like black hair into the room.  It was, as always elaborately styled and ornamented in the very traditional sense of japan's "wealthy women".  The kimono she chose to wear was complimented by the springtime afternoon outside; blue with delicate pink and magenta cherryblossoms falling from a sinewy branch stretching down her side and over her right shoulder.  The obi was a darker blue  with green slips that looked a little like long grass clippings tied with a purple cord.<br/><br/>"Kisa- ane, what're you doing?"  The question wasn't really demanding, but rather a curious and somewhat confused response to her being dismissed by the head of house.