This is a private battle between myself and Darkwolf so I doubt I need to say anything else concerning other people. Other than that though, to give it more of a feel, if your reading this please listen to this so I don't have to state the song mentioned in the opening: Here

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Moonlight billowed through the windows, the rays clear and bright, mixing with the many candles hanging from wall and ceiling. Fully illuminated in the chamber sat Katsu, his erhu in his hands, as he effortlessly played. The haunting sound of his instrument flowed with his servant’s piano behind him perfectly as both carried on with the ancient song. Moving his head as he played, Katsu stared out into the room around him. The scene was magnificent. Red silk tapestries laced with gold hung from smooth stone; a chandelier of crystal swayed gently, distorting and reflecting the light in all directions. From either end of the room where the wooden entrances stood firm was a line of red carpet enlaced with gold.

As the song came to a close, Katsu placed the instrument carefully on the small table next to him. For a moment he admired its design, how the wood felt in his hands and how beautiful it sounded. Lost in thought, his servant left the piano seat and walked over to his master. Lifting a metallic casing from underneath the table, he turned the top and cold air frothed outwards. Producing a cold black bottle to his master, he asked,

“Will this do, master?”

Turning to inspect the bottle, Katsu replied, “Ah yes, it seems good enough. Please, have some as well if you want.”

“I dare not master, this is your afterall.” Was the servant’s modest reply as he took out a crystal wine glass from the container. With a loud pop, the bottle opened and the servant began to pour the crimson liquid into the glass. The also invisible smell caught Katsu’s nostrils as his eyes widened and his lips felt dry. But he restrained himself from the urge that almost overcame him. He would wait and enjoy it while it lasted. Taking the glass in his hand, he took in the full aroma and smiled.

“Master, may I…”

“Yes you may, you know you need not ask me.” Said Katsu, knowing what the other man wanted. Slowly he lifted the glass to his lips and sipped a small bit of its contents. The flavour of it, the textures that washed over his tongue was all so beautiful and perfect like the music before. Drinking some more from it, the sound of the piano started again as his servant past the time till his masters call.

Turning his head to the window, his eyes fell on the half moon that hung in the starry heavens. Like jewels in the darkness they glistened as the moon shone as bright as the sun. His head turned back to the small table next to him. Katsu’s eyes moving from one item to the next: the wine bottle, the gauntlets, the container. As they carried on, his view moved lower to Ame-no-nuhoko, his weapon. The gems encrusted on its fine blade glittered like the stars. Like everything he wanted to see and hear in that moment, it was perfect. The light reflecting off both metal and jewel further enhanced his point.

But with a loud sigh, he muttered to himself, “All good moments must come to an end.”