I do. My god, it sounded like...

Tenpou felt an elbow jab him playfully in the back. "Oi, Tenpou."

"Mh?"

"You wouldn't happen to have a cigarette on you, would you now?"

"Actually...I do."

****

"Taishou. Hey, you awake?" Kenren felt a hand slapping his face, not all to gentle, but not like a pissed off woman either. Opening his eyes, he found himself staring at the great fabricated sky of heaven, dotted with numerous stars disappearing with the encroaching dawn. "Taishou."

He couldn't move his legs. "What?"

"How's the sky look from down there, eh?" Zenon asked.

"Shut the hell up. Where's Tenpou?" he added without thinking.

"Around, playing things by ear." the fiery haired man as he hauled Kenren up to a sitting position. The two of them were situated on a hill overlooking the Western Army's living complex which was, as per orders, surrounded by the recently vacated troops.

Kenren blinked away the blurriness of sleep and registered his surroundings. The entire building was shut off...the doors, windows...everything. And attached to each closed opening was a white slip of paper with neatly stroked characters on them. Spirit wards. "What the hell's happening?"

"We're just enacting the military's containment policy over our own grounds. It's a quarantine." Zenon responded, his one eye perusing the premises like a hawk. Off to the side stood Shien, arms crossed and as still as ever, right next to Goujun. They looked like a pair of pale statues from his vantage point. At the opposite edge sat Homura who, as always, was trying to keep a low profile.

"A quarantine? That's only necessary for the containment of a disease." Kenren objected. "And we're kami. We don't get-"

"It all depends on how you define an infection. Because according to high sources, we have been infected by youkai. And so we are containing them."