Behind Closed…Bushes?
By: Shin Sankai
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“Chikusho!” I listened to Misao cuss once more as she fell back onto her bottom again. This was the third time I’d placed her to the forest floor within an hour and it appeared she was not happy. “I can’t do this!” She muttered to herself as she stood back up, not once brushing the dirt from her now brownish-blue outfit. I was ready to tell her that an Okashira should never have self-doubt, but instead observed as she pulled her long plait to the top of her head and quickly pinned it there. Ironically it made her look…older.
“Your enemy will not wait for you to adjust yourself Misao.” I sternly voiced to her and watched as she poked her tongue out at me.
“Yeah well I wouldn’t think an enemy would pull on my hair to gain advantage.”
“An enemy is an enemy and will do whatever means necessary to win.” I watched her eyebrows scrunch together, my words obviously circling inside her head as she remained quiet and instead moved into another stance.
“Let’s go again Aoshi-sama.” I nodded my head and listened to Misao’s battle cry as she charged at me. It was the same attack she had used for the other three practice fights we had. She would need a stern lesson in not always sticking to her known attacks. She may wound her opponent, but that didn’t mean she would win the battle with them. They could rise and force her into another duel after all. I had experienced many of those over the years and Misao would be no different, even if she was a woman.
“Do not hold back Misao.” Her eyes flashed as I knew she was holding back her punches and kicks not wanting to draw blood from me.
“But-”
“Your attacker will not go lightly on you. I’m only voicing this so you know when the time comes for you to protect yourself; you’ll be well educated on the matter.”
“Fine…” She grumbled out and I quickly dodged a blow to my stomach as I moved swiftly about the dead leaved ground, shoes crunching them into small flakes as I did. My eyes were not only trained on Misao’s attacks, but also the way she handled herself. Perhaps it was just me, for I’ve known her for so long that I could read her moves as she yelled here and there, intending to hit me but only got air instead. This lack of contact made Misao frustrated and sloppy and I would show her just how unfocused she truly was being.
“Your balance is off.” I stated and listened to her make a slight ‘eh’ sound and instantly my hand was outstretched, palm out and pressed right in between Misao’s collarbones pushing her away from me with force. She stumbled in surprise and hadn’t anticipated this action from me or seen the rock behind her as she gasped, the back of her foot snagging on it. It felt like slow motion as her eyes grew wide, knowledge within them she wouldn’t be able to right herself and so by reading that I instantly reached out my right hand to catch her. One thing I had not anticipated was Misao too had grown fast instincts and it so happened that her action was to throw out her right arm and straight at my chest, gripping my gi as we both collapsed to the forest floor.
Large ocean blue eyes gazed up into my icy pools, our chests heaving slightly as we’d stopped our fights once more. We hadn’t truly been asserting ourselves, but we weren’t slacking off either. Misao wanted to be trained, so I’d been relentless in having small breaks, but nothing too lengthy to make her relax.
Now, however she was lying on the ground, hand caught in my gi having pulled half of it from the white ties prying it open and showing off the infinite scars beneath while my own hand was at the back of Misao’s neck. I had rushed towards her, making sure that when she fell she wouldn’t be injured fatally at the back of her head and now I kneeled at her side having fallen to the ground in surprise that Misao had grabbed the first thing she could… and that was me.
The only sound that mingled in the air was our breaths and the wind rustling the leaves above us and around us. I cannot recall how long we remained in those positions but finally as short nails grazed the hardened skin of Himura’s scar I jolted away from Misao, standing up and slightly turned away from her. Even as she remained on the ground, my eyes glanced down at her to see her reaction. Her cheeks were tinted a light pink which wasn’t just from the exercises we’d been doing. It so happened as Misao rested up on her elbows; she was openly staring at my half-revealed chest.
Did I…excite her?
“Ah, Misao-chan…Aoshi-san, what has happened here?” Both our eyes darted to Okon who was standing before us, a surprised look on her face as they she’d just walked into a very suspicious situation.
“What’s the matter Okon?” I listened to Misao voice as she picked herself up from the ground and this time dusted off the dirt from her blue onmitsu outfit.
“You have a visitor at the Aoiya.” She had a visitor? My mind began to wonder as to who would be visiting Misao and on what business as well.
“Thanks Okon, I’ll be there shortly.” Misao voiced and as Okon slowly left the two of us alone, Misao’s eyes returned to me, as I stood before her still with my gi partly open.
“Thanks for the training so far Aoshi-sama, we’ll have to finish it another day.” After that all I received was a wave as Misao dashed back to the Aoiya and as for I, I remained at the lake, hand automatically retying my gi closed as I stared at my reflection in the water. Truthfully I had wanted to know who Misao was rushing off to see, why it seemed far more important then training…seemed far more important then spending time with me.
Shaking my head I knew this was ridiculous. All I had to do was walk back to the Aoiya, find out who it was and if I didn’t like them then they would leave just by me staring blatantly at them. No… Such stupid behaviour from me wasn’t necessary. Misao was a grown girl. She’d know what to do if some man tried taking advantage of her.
What if it was a man waiting at the Aoiya for her?
What if it wasn’t?
Shaking my head once more I hunched further over on the bank of the river and ripped off my fingerless gloves, dumping them beside me and thrust my hands into the water.
I was thinking too much about Misao…and it was harming my usually controlled senses.
“Not so oblivious…” I couldn’t help but mutter to myself and then glanced not at my hands but at my lower body. Misao had looked exceptionally good lying beneath me, even though she wasn’t pressed tightly against me. What would that feel like? The last time I had a woman was… I drew a blank. Had it truly been that long ago…for me to forget? Perhaps I wasn’t out of practice. Though I had to wonder, who would I need to be in practice for?
Instantly an image of a woman moaning, panting and gasping my name assaulted my senses. I threw water onto my face, hoping the chill would cool my body down…especially down there.
How could this be? How could I, her former guardian, her former protector be thinking such thoughts of her beneath me, doing the moaning, the panting, the sighing…the…withering…
Aoshi-sama…
Aoshi…sama…
Ah, Aoshi-sama!
Even her voice was sending tingling signals to my nether regions.
“Get out… Get out…of my mind!” But it was hopeless. Misao had plagued my entire being. My right hand was twitching at my side and I could have sworn I felt it creep over my clothed thigh and down to my twitching manhood.
Nng…
Was this wrong?
No one was around to see this. There was no one to witness the Shinomori Aoshi plagued by perverted thoughts of a young woman 9 years his junior. Perhaps because no one was around this made it alright? Perhaps just once I could be free to indulge where I had never lurked before.
There was darkness around me, complete darkness until my mind decided to randomly pick out an image of Misao from my memories and place it in front of me.
She was dressed in a kimono, a soft lavender colour with white blossoms printed on it. It was held closed by a white obi. Her breath was sharp, coming in small pants. She’d been running ahead, cheeks lightly flushed, lips parted into a smile, eyes half lidded and her slender hand waving back at me. It had been one of the two festivals Misao and I had attended alone together.
Misao’s bare shoulders and her porcelain face where in view before me. The kimono was gone! This was not a proper image. I’d never seen Misao in such a state of dress…or lack there of, but that obviously didn’t stop my mind from touching on the subject. My own mind was playing tricks on me…and winning.
Her eyes were large and glittering with excitement. Her pinkish lips were parted, begging to be kissed, just like every piece of pale skin I could catch a glimpse of.
She was telling me to hurry, to push onwards, to come towards her…to be with her.
Heavy breathing…? It was…me! I had now fully lost control of myself.
I peeled my eyes open, blinking several times to rid myself of the black spots flying around my vision. The image of Misao had disappeared, but the river was still before me as was the lush trees and the bright afternoon sky. My unoccupied hand was scrunched into the ground, digging up mud and blades of grass.
My eyes finally traveled between my legs, to gaze upon what I was doing. Somehow I’d twisted my hand into my training pants. So, I was human after all…and my urges would not die until I’d taken proper care of them.
My teeth sunk into my bottom lip, eyebrows scrunched and my hand decided to up its tempo as my chin flopped onto my chest. Kami-sama… I was really close now.
All that could be heard was my sporadic breathing, the rustling of leaves thanks to the cool breeze moving through the outskirts of the Kyoto area. It prickled against the back of my neck, making the tiny hairs stand at attention.
“Misao…” I couldn’t help it, her name flew from my lips and the beginning of my climax began as the first bit of semen sprayed onto my hand.
“Aoshi-sama, are you okay?” I’d never been so thrown off my feet before and now knew why the hairs on the back of my neck stood at attention.
I had a visitor. This visitor of course was a very unexpected one at that. I knew whom it was and instantly fell head first into the deep river, hand still within my pants and hoped to Kami-sama that I’d sink to the bottom and never have to explain to a pair of curious blue eyes which I’m sure were quite wide and staring right into the river where I’d “fallen” in.
Xx To be continued xX