[X] Devil in Disguise
"Your parents can't
always want you to be a total delicate flower," you say, as Menka hops down from Nabiki's lap to pat the door. You stand to lift the latch for him. "You're the heiress to Green Tea-style whatever, right?"
You feel a warm tingle in your heart upon receiving proof that Rouga Nabiki can still scowl with the best of them. "That's the Dim Sum School of Turtle-style." She pulls out her fan, and a hint of its perfume tickles your nose as she cools herself with it. "And my parents had nothing to do with my decision to make myself less obnoxious."
"Ohhh, I get it," you tease. "You were worried Hisui-san would reject you if you were too much of a harpy, so you put yourself through bridal bootcamp!'
The fan snaps shut with a snap, and pointing it at you with a warning glare, she snarls, "That is a complete falsehood!"
It's Tsuruhiko who saves you from responding.
"My lady!" his voice calls from without. "We're under attack!"
"FINALLY!"
In a burst of speed you could not have anticipated, Nabiki's juunihitoe is tossed aside to reveal a rough linen kimono that would be the envy of any ronin. She leaps out the door before you can stop her.
"Stand aside, shinobi, this is my fight."
[X] Go after her! Shit, does she really intend to take on all fifteen of these guys at once? They'll kill her!
[X] You were ordered to look after the loot and that's what you're gonna do.