I was fourteen then. Social Services found Sean Hennessey, my mother’s brother and my new uncle. I never knew I had an uncle, my mother never spoke ...of him. Turns out, he owned and ran a bar not far from where my old man was killed. Sean took me in, reluctantly. I never called him uncle and he never asked me too. Other than making sure I went to school, he never interfered with my life. Once, I asked him why my mother never mentioned him. Sean just looked at me and said, ‘Some things are better. (In the village. Eiji picks up his brother's sword.)Misao: Wait a minute! Where do you think you're going with that thing?Eiji: Shishio's inn. For revenge.Misao: What? You'll never make it.Eiji: Whether I can or not is not that problem! It's whether I do or don't! I'm already alone. My life means nothing to me.Misao: Wait!Eiji: What? If you're just trying to get in my way--Misao: Idiot. Senkaku won't be alone at Shishio's inn. Shishio's important; the place'll be crawling with those masked. Layers of thick lightcoloured foundation gave me that gothic creamy smooth skin look. Thenthey set about my eyes. Long dark lashes were glued on followed by blackliner. They edged out into my eyelids and beyond with layers of darkmascara, making a point at the sides like Cleopatra. My eyes lookedstunning. They applied lots of blush to my cheeks, which was also a darkcolour. Then came the bit I adore - my lipstick. They applied some lipliner making my lips fuller and rounder, and then filled it. The servants assigned to Mr. Leif had absorbed all the gossip, and as such, sided with the companions. They did little to help make his stay more pleasant. It was Taylor who awoke early in the chill of the morning to light the fire in his room. It had been Taylor who had bribed the laundry to starch Mr. Leif’s shirts. If Mr. Leif’s meals had not always been in the company of Sir Glen, she was certain that in the kitchens she would have found a cold shoulder there as well. Laurie did all she.