A week had passed since the first night Soushi came to LockKnight Manor on top of Singer Street Hill, and things had stayed the same yetâ€¦ had changed somehow too.<br/><br/>During the days Iki was in charge of watching over Soushi. He too taught the small kitty thing, but most of his teachings were of how to do chores. â€œOk Soushi, this is a mopâ€¦ and bucketâ€ putting mop in said bucket iki proceeded to show the small thing how to rub it back and forth across the hardwood floor â€œThe motion is moppingâ€¦â€ he smiled and splashed some at Soushi, â€œand that was splashing which is something funny to do just donâ€™t get the soap in peoples eyes.â€ â€¦ â€œOk now we are gonna wash the dishes like thisâ€¦â€ dimenstrates and dries with towel, putting bubbles on his face like a beard â€œNow Iâ€™m an old man!â€ Iki chuckled like santa â€œHohoho!â€. Outside Iki taught Soushi to rake leaves and to gather all the sticks and put them in the fire pit way in the back of the yard. While outside Iki would always wait and have â€œpee partiesâ€ with his close new friend. It was an odd way of bonding and Iki found enjoyment in it. It felt like a pack and something that only they could do together since Hesei never had to pee. When it was time for naps Iki would go to his and Soushiâ€™s room and spread out looking like a dead stick man as the fire flickered, which was something else he taught Soushi was to put logs in the fire every now and then.<br/><br/>The nights were Heseiâ€™s lessons mostly on things like culture and art. â€œTo play the piano Little Lamb you place your fingers hereâ€¦â€ he moves Soushiâ€™s fingers ontop of his own hand, â€œand hereâ€¦â€ with soushiâ€™s hands on his he would play beautiful classical music dating centuries back. â€œWhile painting make sure to keep the paint from your face and clothes or youâ€™ll make a mess..â€ he smiled kneeling down wiping some green paint off Soushiâ€™s cheek. During his feedings with iki Hesei would make a point to rub behind So soushi would feel included. Bath times were their bonding experiences, â€œHere lift your legâ€¦Good Little Lambâ€¦â€ he would smile delicately washing Soushi always being thorough and gentle.<br/><br/>The moonlight was beautiful as the wind russeled faintly through the cherryblossom trees planted in the back yard as Hesei lay stretched out on a bench. His body only dressed in a red sash tied around his waist and the various pedals that had landed on him, his chest showing brief signs of life with each small breath. Iki standing in the kitchen polishing all the gold looked over to Soushi, â€œHey would you take Master his lunch? â€œ he asked with a smile looking at the goblet he had just prepared.