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. Furthermore, Mara doesn't like Kyoto and the population there very much. Means, the 'Saitou family' won't stay in Kyoto :). I know, OOC! We have a PLACEBO song-text this time, next is Nick Cave again! ON WITH THE STORY: ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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") ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- CHAPTER7: 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 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 finished, 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, bushido. 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 in 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. 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 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 in 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 in 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 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 opening 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 till 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 movement under close observation of Saitou. "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. *** 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 it 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 deep, 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 deep 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, sighing 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 was threatening. "I'm sorry, Saitou-san." grinding teeth together, bowing deep 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 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. 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! Why he didn't kill you? Why he didn't attack?" "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 in 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 to 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 gave 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 deep, 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 GOD, 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, deep "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 out of his hakama, 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 SHIT 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 don't wear 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 that 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 heavy. "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 can't be! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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).