Short-short. Kanoe gets a new underling.
The Meifu sun was weak, the air chilled, but the cherry petals still floated down the river, beneath the two men standing on the bridge. In the living world, the trees would be bare, the wind even colder.
"The timing was appropriate."
"You shouldn't be here. You should have been judged and passed on."
"But I am here, Konoe-san."
"You aren't staying here. I'll transfer you somewhere else!"
"Where? Hokkaido, where there will be true snow in the winter? I was assigned here."
"Damnit! I don't know how you managed this, but you won't get away with it! Even you can only cheat death so many times!"
A hand reached up and pushed aside a fall of silvery hair, revealing the winter blue of a glass eye. "Look on the bright side, Konoe-san. At least this time you know I'm really dead."