Author's comments:
To this chapter:
As I recall from a course called "Japan: background studies" Shintoism was
national religion after the Meiji restauration. Buddhism was introduced
into
Japan in the 6th (5th?) century and popular among upper classes. Zen
especially was popular in the military classes. Feel free to correct me,
when
I'm wrong.
BTW: ceremonies dealing with birth, marriage are usually performed with
Shinto
rites, ceremonies dealing with death use the Buddhism rites.
I think 'my Tokio' has to come from Osaka :). You know what I mean, if you
know Japan.
We have a PLACEBO song-text this time, next is Nick Cave again!
ON WITH THE STORY:
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I was never faithful and I was never one to trust
Border-lining schizo and guaranteed to cause a fuzz
I was never loyal except to my own pleasure zone
I'm forever black eyed, a product of a broken home
I was never faithful and I was never one to trust
Borderline bipolar and forever biting on your nuts
I was never grateful, that's why I spent my days alone
I'm forever black-eyed, a product of a broken home
by PLACEBO ("black-eyed" from "Black Market Music")
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CHAPTER 7: A BRIEFING
WARNING: as usual: OOC and lemon
Kondou released us with a nod, Saitou picked me up and carried me to our
room.
I was annoyed with him that he had made me apologise to him, on the other
hand
I was relieved that he "allowed" me to go on with training and fighting.
Should I be mad or thankful? Pride or passion?
"What have you done in Okita-kun's room?"
What? He wanted to discuss that now? I thought that would be a finished
matter, I was tired and for this discussion I would need my full
concentration. I focused to hide my true feelings.
"I can't tell you, as I said before, I gave my promise. A promise is a
promise. I can't oppose my way, I want you to respect that!"
"Have you been there because he is ill?" He was insisting and smart. He
had
hit the point.
I mastered to reveal no emotion and looked him straight into the eye. He
stared at me, trying to read my ki, I hoped I masked it enough. I decided
not
to answer and pretended to be defeated.
"Am I allowed to see him again?"
"Aa, you learned something! Of course you can, I just wanted you to know
where
your place is. But why do you want to see him so badly?" IDIOT!
"Come on, Saitou, he is my friend, furthermore he is so much more handsome
than you!"
Was I nuts? 'Tokio! First comes thinking then speaking!' I stood his glare,
he actually started to smirk.
"Sometimes you are really funny, Tokio!" What? He thought I was joking?
I tried to sit up in his arms and replied annoyed "Have you ever looked
into a
mirror beside Okita-san?"
He chuckled, started to laugh, I was afraid of being dropped when he abruptly
stopped laughing and looked me deep into the eye.
"That's not what attracts you to me, Tokio!"
We were in our room and he placed me onto the futon, his appearance attracted
me really, the sexual tension between us was tangible.
"If I was handsome, you would not stay with me." Feeling him so near, I
was
not able to resist his strong, over-whelming presence and obvious intention.
I would choose passion over pride again, wouldn't I?
I longed behind me and untied the obi slowly, never leaving his face with
my
eyes, he stared back, I let the kimono drop to my elbows. I was sitting
in
full moonlight and he reached out to touch my left shoulder, touching my
scar.
"Were did you get this scar, Tokio?"
I looked down to his hand on my scar "It happened after my parents were
killed, I was distracted for a moment and a shuriken hit me. I was lucky,
that a friend dropped by to visit us, he helped me out. Otherwise I would
be
dead now."
He pulled me closer, I started to open the knot of his kimono and reached
out
my hand to follow the lines his muscles made on his bared chest.
"You have more scars, Saitou-san."
Shoving the kimono down my shoulders, caressing my scar, his hands found
their
path to my breast and held them. He used his thumb to play with my nibbles,
watched them hardening and chuckled.
"That's the training. I'm sure you know that. Bushido is not an easy way."
I leaned forward, kissed one of his scars, licked them while undoing the
knot
of his hakama. I could feel his breathing getting heavier, he raised one
hand
to touch my hair, caressed it and pulled me closer to his chest.
I lowered my head while kissing and licking him until I reached his intimate
parts. His breathing got heavier, he was exited at what was to come, he
really
loved the 'blow job'. I bet he loved the idea of devotion behind it.
While moving my hands up his chest, I enjoyed the taste of his tip, letting
my tongue circling around the red, heated part, leaving no place uncovered.
I looked at him, he watched my doing fascinated.
I used one hand to massage him, while taking him full in my mouth, caressing
his balls. He was breathing through his mouth now, moving one hand down
my
spine while his other hand was in my hair.
I used my little trick again, switching between my mouth and my thumb, he
wasn't able to hold back any longer.
"Go on, Tokio, that feels so good!" He looked down on me with lust in his
eyes and self-confidence about my devote behaviour.
STOP! WHAT? Did I really saw that? What was I doing here? He made me apologise
in front of Kondou and accepting to follow his orders. Without giving it
a
second thought, I bit him in the tip. [1]
"Aaa." Instantly he grabbed me around my neck and threw me across the room,
his eyes dangerously gleaming. "Are you insane, Tokio?"
"Maybe you own my body, Saitou-san, but you'll never own my mind and soul.
Don't mistake a wild cat for a kitten."
He picked up the tie of the obi and approached me. HU, we would have a bondage
again.
"Is this the only way you can handle a wild cat? By tying her up?"
He grabbed my wrists, bonding them together
"Don't pretend, you don' like that, kitten. I know you love that."
He threw me back on the futon, this time he used one hand to hold my hands
down, he had learned his lesson.
With his other hand he pretended to touch my breast, but he didn't. I hissed
a bit, but he retreated his hand.
"Don't move, or there will be no fun tonight."
THIS WAS UNFAIR! But he wouldn't be able to stand this very long. Aa, there
he was, pausing before my entrance, I had to focus not to move. I was so
aroused by now, I was very wet.
When he entered I could see his surprised look, I barely felt him inside
me.
This was not good, I was too aroused, I couldn't feel him moving and he
had
not enough resistance.
"Saitou-san, please, turn me on my side, I want to feel you better."
He looked surprised, but did what I told him, I was lying on my right side
now, him behind me.
"Now, Saitou-san." He entered again with a satisfied murmur.
Oh Gods, that felt great!
I draw up my knee, that I could reach his balls with my foot, he was
completely lost, feeling me touching him there while he controlled my motions
with his arms around me. I adjusted the movements of my feet to his pace,
this
felt so wonderful, I was near my climax.
He was quicker than me, but that didn't matter, he was still inside me when
I
came. We were both exhausted after this day and fell asleep in this position.
When I woke up next day, Saitou was already gone, he must have dressed me
in
the yukata I was wearing. Maybe I could sleep longer today. I closed my
eyes
sleepily and dozed away.
When I heard the shouji open, I smiled in my blanket, it had to be Saitou,
perhaps he had brought me breakfast.
"Here is your patient, doctor."
At an instant I was wide awake and sitting upright on the futon, staring
wide-
eyed at Saitou and the horrified doctor in the entrance.
"It's you? The mad woman?" My Gods, I wanted to vanish.
"You know her, doctor?"
I shot some death glares at the doctor, who didn't know whom to fear more,
Saitou or me. I hoped he got the meaning.
"Yes, she came in my clinic yesterday and pulled me out of my usual business.
A very rude behaviour, I'd say." He didn't get the meaning, I tried to look
more threatening without making Saitou suspicious. That was not easy!
"What did she want?" Saitou was incredible nosy!
Time to interfere "I wanted him to look after one of the girls, she wasn't
feeling well."
I hoped I was threatening enough for the doctor, but I was sure, I couldn't
fool Saitou with this obvious lie.
I was surprised that Saitou dropped the subject "She had hurt her knee
yesterday, could you please look after it?"
The doctor was suspicious about me, but he knelt beside me. Saitou joined
him
and the doctor examined my knee. Every one of his movements under Saitou's
close observation.
"It is nothing serious, keep it quiet for one or two weeks and it will be
all
right." He bandaged my knee to prevent that I bend it and made efforts to
leave.
NO WAY I would let him leave with Saitou "Saitou-san, could you please help
me
standing up and dressing?"
I tried to put on a seducing, pleading look and it seemed to work. Or was
Saitou playing again? Anyway, he would stay in the room and wouldn't talk
with the doctor who fled the room as fast as he could.
***
Some days past, when I was woken up by smoke in the air. HE WAS SMOKING
HERE?
I turned around, wide-awake at instant, there he knelt by the table, his
back
faced me. He was reading in one of my books, smoking! How dare he! I grabbed
the wooden head rest and threw it with all my strength at him.
I caught him off guard, I bet he thought I wouldn't be awake so quickly,
he
must have noticed that I was moving. The head rest hit the back of his head
with a satisfying crash.
He turned slowly around, holding the hurt spot, his eyes were gleaming.
"What was that for?"
"WHAT? I definitely don't want you to smoke when you are reading one of
MY
books. You ruin them! Give it back!" My voice got louder with every word,
I
yelled the last words.
"Try!" He held the book high in the air, it was Miyamoto Musashi's book
about
ken-jutsu! I was mad at him now, not able to control myself any longer.
I
forgot my hurt knee.
I jumped up, directly at him, he evaded me easily and I ruined the next
wall.
'Too stupid, Tokio. You have no chance succeeding when you are so predictable.
He is a skilled fighter, you have to think of something special.'
I stood up, my cat-eyes gleaming, there had to be a way. He stayed at the
same
spot in our room, I approached him step by step, closed the tie of my yukata
with a determined movement. I wanted to erase this self-confident and arrogant
grin out of his face. He seemed uninterested and bored, but I knew he was
concentrated to block my next attack.
Was there something I could use in this room? We were watching each other,
circling round each other, I had to be careful, not to show my intention.
There was nothing in this room I could use, I would have to attack, perhaps
I
could use his block or his counterattack. I wanted the book back at instant!
I dodged, rushed forward for a second direct attack, he had a superior smile
on his face, did he thought I was that stupid?
I leapt in the air, kicking my leg out, he would block that for sure, there
he
was, using one arm, still holding the book in the other. He felt so superior,
that he used one arm? I got pissed, his arm hit me on my left waist, I was
quick enough to grab his arm, but I was too light to throw him around. I
could
have imagined, he was too strong, I was no match for him in strength and
weight.
But I caught him off guard, he didn't expect me reacting so quickly, he
lost
his balance and we both went to the ground.
I was quick enough to throw one arm around his neck and reach out for the
book, but the moment of surprise was gone, he raised. I dug my hands in
his
kimono, I was clinched to his back, no way he could get rid of me without
dropping the book. He tried to pull me off him with one hand but he didn't
succeed with my legs around his waist and my nails dug into his kimono.
Suddenly he stopped to move and I was aware. What was that?
SMOKE? We both sniffed and looked around alarmed. A tatami was burning!
It must have happened when I had hit the back of his head, he must have
dropped the cigarette onto the floor.
He grabbed the futon and threw it on the fire, I took a vase handy, threw
the
flowers out and spilled the water on the fire. Three tatami's had caught
fire
and were ruined, in addition to that one wall.
We had our second talk with Kondou.
***
"We apologise, Kondou-sensei!" We both bowing deeply, Kondou sighing.
"Let me think! When was that, when did we have our last talk? Tokio-san?
Saitou-kun? Do you remember?"
We both bowing deeply again "We apologise, Kondou-sensei, we are sorry.
It
was a week ago."
We kept our heads lowered.
"Raise, you two." He had a close look in our faces, we were still messed
up
from our brawl, he sighed again "What was it this time? Tokio-san?"
"He was reading in one of my books, smoking in our room. I was mad at him
and
wanted the book back, but he didn't hand it back. I ruined the wall by
attacking him and he lightened the tatamis by dropping his cigarette."
"Saitou-kun?"
"It was Miyamoto Musashi's book about ken-jutsu." HA! If that explained
everything! "I was reading, when suddenly a head rest hit the back of my
head."
"Tokio-san, apologise." NOOOOOOO! This was unfair!
"That was a very precious book! It is an original! Over two-hundred years
old!"
"Tokio-san, you are married now, it is his book also. Don't be childish."
"But I wasn't smoking and burning the tatamis!"
"APOLOGISE!" HUH, he sure was threatening.
"I'm sorry, Saitou-san." grinding teeth together, bowing deeply in front
of him.
"Saitou-kun, apologise!" Did I hear right?
"Why?" Now Saitou looked confused. hehe, I'd love to have a picture of it.
"Don't question me, Saitou-kun, the fire was your fault, apologise."
Seeing him bowing and excusing sent ME on a very long ego-trip, I wasn't
able
to hide the wide, satisfied grin on my face.
"I'm sorry, Tokio-san." AAAAA! I loved it!
"I hope you two behave for a time now. We have an important briefing with
Matsudaira-sama in one month, he will visit Kyoto and inspect his
organisations. That includes an afternoon together with the squad leaders
and
their wives. I desperately looked for a good excuse to exclude you two,
especially you, Tokio-san, but there was none. I want you two to behave
there!
Tokio-san, manage to calm down your temper there or you are in BIG trouble."
Huh, idiot! I knew how to behave in the public!
Kondou waved his hand to indicate we were released, we were just about to
leave the room when he continued.
"I hope the next talk won't be so soon."
Saitou seemed to be distracted for the fact that he had to excuse himself,
he
would be chewing on that for a while to come. I had my ego-trip, smiling
wide, we would have to clean the room and repair the wall.
Hours later I was hungry, it was evening by now, we had finished
cleaning and repairing.
"I want to eat something, let's go to the yakitori-ya." EGO-TRIP!
"That's on the other end of the district!" He tried to protest, but I was
the
one responsible for our money.[2]
"I know, Saitou. But I love it! It is so tasty!" MY ego-trip.
I grabbed his sleeve and hopped on one leg to the stairs, dragging him with
me, he muttered something like "only trouble, getting on my nerves."
"Come on, you will enjoy the yakitori! Oishii desu!" I turned smiling wide,
anxious waiting for him to pick me up and carry me downstairs.
He smiled seeing me anxious and exited like this, he seemed to like me in
this mood.
"Let's go!"
The yakitori-ya was crowded when we arrived, it was late in the evening
by now,
I was walking slowly with my hurt knee and dressed in a kimono.
The meat tasted delicious and we had some sake to the meal, we were in a
fantastic mood as we left. He even picked me up to carry me home, I placed
an
arm around his neck and snuggled closer, my head resting on his shoulder,
I was tired.
"Thanks for carrying me, Hajime-san." It felt so comfortable, I was satisfied
with the world.
He muffled something like "No need to stain the hurt knee, Tokio."
I snuggled closer, he was warm and he gave me a sense of security I only
knew
from my parents. "Thank you, darling."
Was I nuts? What mattered, I said it. I had to watch my words better when
I
was tired, but he didn't mind, he even smiled down at me.
He continued to carry me home, suddenly I heard noises of a fight, the smell
of blood reached my nose. Saitou set me back on my feet, he was alarmed.
"Stay here, hide between the houses."
He rushed forward to the direction the noises came from, I heard him
challenging his opponents and attacking. Why was I hurt and wearing a kimono?
I wanted to fight too! The excitement of a near battle and the smell of
blood
made me forget to be careful. I stepped out of the shadows and began to
head
towards the noises.
What was that? I felt a familiar ki behind me, I met him already, Battousai.
I turned to face him, again I lacked weapons and again we stared at each
other. Time was moving slowly, I felt like being trapped in time facing
him.
Why didn't he attack?
"Tokio, come on, let's go home." MY GOD, Saitou was coming back and I stood
between them! I wanted to stay alive!
I could feel when he came around the corner, his ki abruptly changed,
"Tokio, please, come back!" I could feel him reaching out one hand for me
before he touched my shoulder and pushed me behind him.
"Tokio, go home!"
"No, I don't leave you here alone!" I felt tears raising in my eyes, this
was
a strong opponent, would Saitou be able to defeat him? I didn't want him
to
get killed, he was the only family I had and I had started to love him!
I stepped forward, determined, laid one hand on his shoulder, turned him
to face me
"Please, don't fight here. I don't want you to get injured before my eyes.
Please, Hajime-san."
He turned back, ignoring me, prepared to fight.
"He is gone! But why he didn't attack? Why he didn't kill you? He must have
noticed that you belong to me."
"I told you already, I had the same question the last time, I don't know!"
He sheathed his sword "Strange. I missed him again, that's all your fault."
He looked in my face and must have realised how concerned I was about him.
He pushed his anger aside and picked me up to carry me home.
When we finally reached our room he sat me back on my feet, saying
"It is best for you to stay at home the next days."
"Why?"
"You are hurt, you can't move properly. You will get killed, you are too
weak
at the moment. There are a lot of Ishinshishi around and Battousai saw you
with me. I DON'T WANT YOU TO WALK AROUND! You are an easy target, so
STAY AT HOME!"
I hated to admit it, but he was right. AND I hated the words he was using.
***
Some days later:
I hopped down the stairs on one leg, I was an idiot, to get hurt so easily,
I
would have to improve my fighting skills, or I would be killed in Kyoto.
I was
frustrated being forced to stay at home with this silly injury. Tokio, you
were a moron, to let someone hurt you so easily! FRUSTRATION! Hurt and forced
to stay at home!
Some crepes with sugar would be fine now! They would calm down my nerves,
my
anger about myself. But I had to be careful, I was not sure, but Kondou
wouldn't be pleased by the idea of me cooking French dishes. This was an
organisation that fought against foreign influences on Japan. WHY HADN'T
HE
THROWN ME OUT OF THE HOUSE? I didn't understand him,
there must be more behind this relationship to my father.
I reached the kitchen, the two girls were there, chatting. By seeing me,
they
clapped their hands
"Tokio-san! How are you?"
"Fine, thank you. I wanted to prepare myself some sweet cakes. Do you want
to
assist?"
They smiled widely, clapping in their hands again "Hai, hai!" They were
so
innocent, so happy, that was seldom these days. They always managed to cheer
me up with their behaviour.
When I finished the first crepe, putting sugar on it, I handed it over to
them.
"Oishii!" "Oishii desu!" They squealed, the crepes vanished in no time.
I smiled wide. I thought that too. I liked Japanese sweets, but I preferred
French ones.
We had a amusing time together, till they were called to do the laundry,
and
I hopped back to our room.
The first thing I saw when entering were my father's swords lying on a rack.
I had to change my fighting technique, I was still young, I was still able
to
do that. The fighting style of my father was perfect for him, he was stronger,
but I was definitely too weak to handle the katana with one hand with the
appropriate strength.
Saitou had been right, these were old swords, made by a master swords-smith
and these two were his master-pieces. I might give up fighting with the
katana, but the wakizashi?
The katana "might" and the wakizashi "adjustment" belonged together, they
were made two-hundred years ago. They were unique, it was very seldom, that
a
pair of named swords made by a master and could be retained through the
times.
They had strange names, but they were made for my ancestor, the names were
fitting to him.
I was trained in shuriken-jutsu, perhaps I should use shurikens? I could
hide
them in my obi, after all, a woman carrying a sword in the public is strange
and being married, I would have to dress and behave as a woman. Or a dagger?
In addition to the shuriken?
The shuriken hold to much memories for me, the death of my parents, the
ninja
that had trained me, but they would be a smart choice. I could handle them
quite perfect. What about the wakizashi?
I took the wakizashi in my hands, unsheathed it, inspected it. It ended
my
father's sufferings, it had not been a merciful death after the torture
before. Being murdered by his own sword! How cruel! If he had been allowed
to
end his life by himself, it would be different, but another man using the
"adjustment"?
I heard the shouji opening and closing behind me, Saitou was back, he remained
at the entrance. Maybe he was wondering what I was doing with the short
sword,
I decided to tell him what I was thinking about.
"My father was finally murdered with it. I hate the idea, that they had
been
able to get the sword from him and finish him with it. It is unbelievable!
Why had they been able to get his swords? He always told me that only a
dead
man should lose his grip on the hilt. Why didn't he do that?"
"What exactly happened?"
"I was on an errand, I had to buy fish. When I came back home, my parents
already had been slaughtered. I found them in one room, my mother pinned
to
one wall with daggers and my father pinned to the other wall, the wakizashi
pierced through his heart. It was obvious, that they took pleasure in my
mother before killing her and that they forced my father to watch it before
they killed him slowly. What a strange tactic! Why they didn't kill my father
first? He was skilled, he was a threat! The assassins were still around
when I
came back, till today I wonder why my father didn't kill one of them. I'm
not
so skilled as he was and I managed to kill three of them."
Why wasn't Saitou saying anything? I turned around facing him, his face
was
pale and he looked distracted for a moment. This time I was sure, I wasn't
imagining things.
"I don't understand what threw him so out of his way."
"I can." WHAT? He understood? What a strange day!
"Tokio, are you really that cold-blooded?"
I still looked wondering at him "What?"
"Your father was dishonoured for marrying your mother and you think that
he
was able to see her suffering and dying cold-blooded?"
"He always told me that fighting comes first. If you want to win a fight,
you
have to block your emotions, hide them and concentrate on your opponent,
judge
him. He was perfect in controlling his feelings, I could never understand
that, I was not able to do that so perfectly as he did. He would betray
his
own words by being distracted by emotions. My mother would have been a weak
point."
That knocked Saitou out of his socks "You think this would be a betrayal?"
"Yes. How would you call it?"
"I think his feelings were too deep to gain control over them."
I stared wide-eyed at him "You think his love for my mother distracted him?"
he stayed quiet, looking at me, I raised the wakizashi. "Maybe you're right,
but that was their death sentence."
He still looked a bit pale, was he shocked about my story or about my cold
comment?
"I'm sure, I'm right, Tokio."
***
The day of the briefing with Matsudaira came, I decided to dress in the
kimono
Saitou had given me on our wedding day. I was a little afraid of wearing
it,
it was so expensive! It fitted perfectly and looked gorgeous on me, I admit,
I admired myself.
Saitou came in, I turned facing him "Doesn't that look wonderful? Thank
you
very much!"
"Yes." What? Only a yes? I jumped forward with incredible speed, it was
not
easy in this heavy kimono, and grabbed his kimono, pulled him closer.
"How do I look, Saitou?"
"mm, good."
"WHAT?!" I gave him one of my death glares "Come on, you are better than
that."
"mm, beautiful."
That was properly that best I could get, I released him, and we set off
with
the others.
***
We sat down on our places, Saitou on the table, me behind him. I would get
my
meal together with the other women when our men had finished. This would
be
hard to stand. I bet the only reason why we were allowed to take part was
to
serve our husbands. I'd kill Saitou when he dared to use this!
There the Daimyo entered. What an ugly, small, corrupt man! We all bowed
deeply, greeting him.
"You are very welcome, Matsudaira-sama!"
With a self-confident and satisfied grin he sat slowly down, looking at
his
followers, it were twelve men, seven with their women. How lucky, we were
on
the other end of the room, we didn't have to sit near him.
How could one person be so slowly in sitting down? He finally knelt and
with
an slight wink of his hand he indicated that we were allowed to sit up.
MY GODS, that took ages.
Opposite of us was Soushi, the only one who had a good look at me, Saitou's
tall body covered mine, I was out of sight of the other squad leaders,
Hijikata, Kondou and the Daimyo.
Matsudaira opened his mouth and with his first words I realised, that it
would be a hard afternoon. He was speaking in a monotonous voice and started
with Shinto stuff. Planning the next celebration, nothing I was interested
in, I wouldn't be allowed to take part as a woman.
Half an hour later:
I saw his mouth opening, closing, revealing words. What the hell was he
speaking of? Ooo, the other bowed, bowing with them, deeply.
"Hai, Matsudaira-sama!"
Soushi seemed to be suffering, too, the others were out of sight.
One hour later:
That idiot was still talking
- bowing again -
I really didn't know about what. Did he change to Zen? I hissed slightly,
to
throw a furtive glance at the rest. They really seemed to focus on that
idiot,
especially the women. Did they hope to get a better position for their men
by
attracting this ugly man? Stupid! No proper man would fall for such an
obvious attempt!
One and a half hour later:
I had developed an effective method not to miss the bowing and the
"Hai, Matsudaira-sama!" by now, despite thinking of completely different
things. Mm, Saitou was near. I could reach out my hand, grab the wakizashi
by his side, thrust it in my belly, rip it up to my stomach. It would be
a
short moment of pain, but the suffering would be over.
Two hours later:
I must do something or I would be killed by boredom instantly.
- bowing -
What could I do? I already considered suicide half an hour ago and turned
it
down, this was not worth it. What could be fun here? Soushi revealed an
interested face, but I was sure he was pissed. This was suppossed to be
a
military briefing and not a religious theory lesson.
My glance stopped at Saitou's back, he was sitting upright, stiffened, hands
on his knees, formal, fitting to the occasion.
If we wouldn't be here there were a thousand things we could do together.
His
hands running down my spine, his mouth kissing my breast. What a wonderful
imagination!
- bowing -
My head leaning against his well-built chest, feeling the heat of his body,
kissing him passionately. I COULDN'T STAND THIS CHARADE ANY LONGER!
I leaned forward, lucky that I was out of sight and reached out with one
hand
under his hakama, he straightened up even more. I raised my mouth to his
ear
whispering.
"Do you know, what I want to do right now?"
His face reddened, he was a master of self-control, he would need it, he
couldn't move, he was too exposed. I knew that I would pay later, but what
mattered? Better a quick death later than dying here slowly. I moved my
hand
on under his hakama, reaching his intimate parts, he swallowed.
"I'd love to take a bath now! Can you imagine me naked in the tube?"
I started to massage him, he was hardening quite fast.
"Can you imagine me standing naked in the moonlight?"
I tightened my grip around him, caressing him.
"You know? I didn't dress with underwear today."
I bet he needed his whole self-control, sweat was running down his neck.
"ppff" What was that? I looked up directly at Soushi who was staring wide-
eyed at us, he had chocked on his tea.
Oh, they all bowed, I quickly retreated my hand, the briefing seemed to
be
interrupted or ended.
"Yoroshii, Matsudaira-sama!" Oh, it was ended.
The Daimyo left the room, followed by Kondou, Hijikata and their wives,
the
other squad leaders stood up and prepared to leave. Why was Saitou still
kneeling? He turned, facing me, as the last men left the room, his eyes
gleamed, he grabbed my wrist.
"So you didn't dress with underwear." I had to swallow, his intention was
clear and we would be in BIG trouble when discovered. I would be the one
to
be blamed. For sure!
He pulled me closer while opening his hakama with his other hand.
"Sit down, wild cat and stay quiet. You will be the one who gets in trouble."
He was right, no chance of escaping, I sat down on his lap while parting
my
kimono. He threw his arms around my waist and kissed me on my mouth.
"That was not very nice, wild cat!"
I kissed him back, our kiss deepened while I moved up and down. It felt
so good!
His hands were running down my back, he tried to avoid my hair, that would
be
conspicuous later.
We continued kissing, the kiss got more longing and passionate with every
second. I wasn't thinking of being discovered any longer and threw my head
back.
I quickened my movements, I felt him releasing his seed and opened my mouth,
my own climax was near. He slammed his hand over my mouth, to smother my
scream, it was in the last second, I felt myself contracting and shivering,
sweat running out of my pores.
We stayed embraced for a little while, holding on to each other, breathing
heavily.
"You look messed up, my kitten. You should visit the bath-room before meeting
the others."
I nodded, stood up, arranged my kimono while he was closing his hakama.
"I'll meet you at the front-gate, Hajime-san."
***
I headed back from the bath-room, when I suddenly felt a VERY familiar ki.
Could it be? I was shocked to the bones! Of course, the Daimyo brought some
ninjas with him and he was one of the best from Osaka-jo.
Why I had to meet him here? He stepped out of the shadows that had hidden
him.
He was as handsome as I remembered him. Tall, well-trained, always aware
of
his surroundings, always ready to fight, a face that revealed no emotion.
"Tokio-san?" I felt the world fainting, it couldn't be!
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Now you know the reason why I failed in English ;).
Author's notes:
[1]
*COUGH* Honestly, dear readers: DON'T TRY THIS WITHOUT KNOWING YOUR MAN
VERY,
VERY WELL!
I highly recommend not to use too much strength....and he shouldn't be the
'soft' type of man....
[2]
In Japan the wife is responsible for the money (I could tell A LOT of funny
stories).
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