The teahouse... it seemed to be one of the only places Takeshi could find peace anymore. Not even the rose garden that had once been able to soothe his soul simply from scent seemed to do the trick, and still yet the teahouse only brought a slight ease of the pain that Takeshi battled with on the constant.
It had all started on the day that Takeshi was sent into battle for one of the forbidden weapons. Instead of protecting the one he was meant to, a weapon seemed to be more important to the eyes of the one that had ordered it. If only he had questioned it, fought to stay by the one he had sworn to protect with his life. It was on that day that the young master, Illias, had been kidnapped by the Hashaco of Old. This began the catalyst of rage that had been silent for many years inide the caretaker's soul, and it only seemed to worsen from there.
Unable to forgive himself, Takeshi swore that he would one day go to free Illias from the hands of the ones his master deemed evil and full of darkness, once he had the training to do so. But it was all for not, for after Takeshi returned with the strengths of a dragoon, news had been brought forth that the young master's life had been ripped from his very body. Sending the man towards a dark path, Takeshi's innocence slowly faded and many of his clan members were noticing it as well. Thinking that vengeance was his only hope in trying to rest the rage once more, Takeshi put his all in the war that soon followed the death of the young master. But even with the death of the old clan, his rage still went unanswered, and soon his mind and appearance became corrupted with each passing day.
For five years, now nearing the age of thirty, Takeshi continued down this dark path. Though fear was never in his nature before, he brought fear into himself, afraid of what could happen should 'it' take over and consume his very soul, and who might be hurt all the while. He knew that he needed to seek out a way to bring the catalyst back to a sleeping state, at least for a while longer. Bidding farewell to the clan for the time being, Takeshi sought out the help of others that may be able to aid him.
Searching desperately far and wide, Takeshi was on the brink of giving up when he came across a quaint little teahouse that resided in an area where it was always nighttime. Stepping foot in this place for the first time, his nose picked up a familiar scent... one he hadn't picked up for many years. It wasn't possible, there was no way it could be. Searching out for the scent, he couldn't believe his eyes when he uncovered the truth. Illias was still alive, and this sent Takeshi was unable to control the surplus of joy and sorrow filling his body, sending him into a crying fit.
The reunion with the young master was special, as Takeshi had always considered him to be a younger brother, roughly ten years seperating the two. But the toll had already overwhelmed the caretaker, as the rage still continued to grow, his animal instincts starting to overpower the instincts of human. He was still on the search of one that would be able to keep 'it' at bay, to teach him to suppress the instincts.
He had made sure to stop at the teahouse at least once a month to check up on Illias, almost certain he wasn't ready to let the others know that he was still alive. Many may not of even recognized him, his appearance had changed so much within that little time. "How about a cup of tea to soothe your thoughts?" Speaking softly as he prepared a fresh batch of chamomile tea. Illias spoke of sleepless nights, to which Takeshi could relate to in a different manner.
The both of them had done so much growing up, yet battled with the same problems they had in youth. "I've still yet to find someone to help me with my situation. Even the monks in the mountains say that the techniques would be ineffective at this point." Letting out a deep sigh, his draconic hands would pour a cup for each of them.
He had wanted to learn more from Illias on how he was still alive, but knew that now may not be the best of times. Nor would filling him in on the events that unfolded after his supposed death. For now, they simply seemed to enjoy the company of one another, and the peaceful aura and silence that the teahouse had about it.