The usual sounds of the forest reached the white haired male's ears as he walked the path that led to his home. The place where he could never leave, not as long as he was stuck with the fate he'd been so graciously given. Not that he was complaining really, it was away from those pesky humans, a very solitude place, with just nature to keep him company. And maybe the couple hundred different yokai, if he truly acknowledged their existence. Which, for the most part, he did not. They might live with him, but in his eyes, his life had nothing to do with them, and the same went the other way around. It was simply a mere coexistence that he had to accept. As long as he did not have to deal with them on a regular basis and deal with their mischief, then those creatures living alongside him at the inn was fine by him.<br/><br/>He was just passing the bend, reaching where the stone steps appear, when his sensitive ears pick up a sound he didn't think he would hear at this time of evening. Footsteps. He pauses in his movement, standing perfectly still, blending in with the shadowed tree trunks, the only thing giving away his position was his hair, which seemed to slightly glow in the light of the setting sun. Silence...and then...yes, he knew he had heard right. Those were footsteps, that was clear. And ones of a human. From the heaviness of the placement of each foot, and the length in which the strides were, he guessed that the human was a male. Narrowing his eyes, he glares down the path, his eyes picking up his surroundings clearly, but not seeing any sign of the intruder. Intruder, as he called the person, as this was his land...and that human was not welcome there.<br/><br/>But it was not as if he could do anything about it at this point. He had to get home. So, set on the thought that he was sure one of the trouble-making yokai would deal with this issue, he turns around and continues on his way. If one of those pests couldn't deal with a human, he wasn't sure what could, as half of them were considered demons even. Sighing softly, he shakes his head to himself, and pushes the thought of what was happening out of his head. He had enough worries as it was already than to add another one, so best to just forget about it entirely.<br/><br/>It didn't take much longer for him to reach the old inn. Despite it's age, it was still kept nice, appearing as if it were almost brand new. Some of the less annoying yokai did the upkeep of the inn, keeping it in good condition. For others, that fact was a hobby, not letting places go to the dumps, despite how old it was. He was proud of his home, and wouldn't trade it for the world. Though, if he were honest with himself, he just might be tempted to trade it for his freedom. But, sadly, that was not an option for him to choose.<br/><br/>Once inside, he makes his way straight upstairs, to where his room was. It was a rather large room, though not much was inside. A large futon, a wardrobe, a dresser, a desk, a center rug over the tatami mat flooring, a small side table with a vase filled with flowers and another with a banzai tree, and a shelf with different things on it. On the walls were several scroll type paintings, one had a cherry blossom tree on it with a crane, another was of the four seasons. In the corner was a bookshelf, filled with books, and scrolls as well. There was also a set of sliding doors that opened up to a balcony that looked out to both the forested area, and you could see the river quite clearly as well.<br/><br/>Heading over to the wardrobe, he pulls out a plain black kimono, removing what he was wearing, and putting this on instead, tying it in place with the belt around his waist. On his feet he wore nothing, going barefoot. As he finished, a knock comes at the door, before it slides open to reveal a woman wearing a kimono that a geisha might wear, and with long dark brown, wavy hair. Her bangs covered the left side of her face, and she had bright green eyes. In her hands was a tray, with a bowl of rice, a plate of vegetables, a small bowl of soup, and some fried fish. There was also a small kettle and an empty tea cup. "Your dinner, sir." She says politely, coming inside and setting it on the table.<br/><br/>"Is there anything else I can get for you?" She continues, watching the white haired male. "No, that won't be necessary Nagai." She bows slightly to him before leaving the room and closing the door behind herself. When she had left, he picks up the tray and takes it out on to the balcony, setting it on the table that was set out there, pouring himself a cup of green tea, and takes a sip as he gazes at his surroundings. As he did so, he sees something...a speck of movement. Narrowing his eyes, he was surprised to see that there was someone, or something out there...However, two more specks were moving towards it. Fast. He was pretty sure the two were yokai. Sighing, he decides to just watch for now...