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Rurouni Kenshin Fan-Fic - GOJOU	By : KikueMugen Category: Rurouni Kenshin > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 10110 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“I am glad my sister decided to lay down for a rest,” Mitsu said as she drew nearer to Cho.

Cho had earlier planted himself down on a few zabutons strung out in line. The makeshift bed was the perfect place for him to think things through, and it was also perfectly comfortable for Cho to be lazy upon. At the same time, he enjoyed feasting his eyes on Mitsu, for he was still very much attracted to her in more than one way. He often thought about his odds of gaining Mitsu altogether if Horie was completely out of the picture. He couldn't help himself, Cho was only human and his flesh desired Mitsu in the worst way.

Mitsu set up a zabuton directly against Cho’s provisionary retreat. She sat quietly next to him for a few minutes without saying a word, but rather, she studied his mood, which made her appear to be in a very serious frame of mind.

“Are you worried?” Cho gently asked breaking the silence.

Mitsu shook her head and smiled. “No, I am not worried, but I am concerned. Though I realize that you are capable Cho-san, Horie is unmerciful. He will never forgive you for betraying him.”

“Hell, purty one, this handsome guy can take care of myself, along with you and Ichie.” Cho’s concern for Mitsu had him reach for her delicate, petite hand, and then he said, “You listen to me, and you listen carefully. There ain’t nothing I’ll let come between us anymore. You can trust me to take care of you now. I’ll protect you, I promise you that.” Cho quickly drew a breath into his lungs and held it. He felt a little guilty for making such promises due to the fact that he had been intimate with Ichie recently.

In turn, Mitsu gasped and held her breath, astonished by Cho’s comment. Had she heard him correctly, or was it just wishful hearing? “Cho-san? Do you mean that?” She peered into his eyes, searching—hoping.

Cho blushed at being gazed by such a beautiful woman. He could barely believe that someone as beautiful as Mitsu was right there, by his side desiring to hear him make long term promises to her. “I won’t lie to you Mitsu-san,” he said squeezing her hand nervously. “When I first saw you, I thought you were the most purtiest thang I had ever laid my eyes on in my whole entire life. That still remains true today. You still knock me off my feet every time I see you. If it weren’t for Horie, you would have long been mine.

“Cho-san, I must confess…”

“Hmmm? Purty lady has something heavy on her mind?”

“Hai,” replied Mitsu meekly.

Cho scooted closer to her and rested his elbow on her zabuton. He squeezed her hand tightly and encouraged her to go on. “You go right ahead and tell me, I’m giving you my entire attention—see here?” Cho opened his eyes as wide as he could and glued his stare upon the lovely lady.

Mitsu giggled at Cho’s light-hearted behavior and adored the way he always seemed to feel at ease. However, this time she wasn’t able to shake her anxieties off so easily. She swallowed hard, took a deep breath, and then she exhaled hoping that Cho will not abandon his desire to be with her after her confession. However, she felt it extremely necessary to begin with Cho in all truth.

“Before I met Hisomu-sama I was just like Ichie," Mitsu said beginning rather timidly.   "I’ve known nothing but the little village we lived in, nothing more than farming daikon for the village market. That was how we survived for the most part. We traded daikon for fish and salt. It was also daikon for fabric to make our clothing, daikon for wears and wares, and everything else we needed. When the harvest was kind to us we had plenty, and when not, we suffered.” The memories caused Mitsu to sigh out loud and pause in thought, but then she went on and said, “Just before Hisomu-sama passed through our village, we had a few bad harvest years. I was so tired of making ends meet, but it was either daikon, or the brothel.”

“I think I know the rest,” said Cho trying to spare her from having to share the details of her plight. “Horie took you away from the whole life at the farm, and he promised to take care of you, including your mother and sister.”

Mitsu nodded. “Yes", she said, “he did that, but there was something else. Something I must tell you.”

“I’m listening,” said Cho reassuring her once again.

“I was miserable,” Mitsu went on. “Hisomu-sama was cruel at times, cold and unfeeling. He demanded things from me that almost drove me to despair on several occasions.” Tears began to fill Mitsu’s eyes as she spoke. “Worst of all, he threatened me. He made sure I understood that if I were to try to leave him, he would not only take my life, but also the life of my mother and sister.”

Cho sat up and pulled Mitsu close to him. His arms wrapped around her and his heart went out to hers. He wiped her tears from her face with his thumb, and then he said, “You don’t have to talk about this.” The last thing Cho wanted was for anything to upset the woman of his dreams. At that point Cho had decided to risk everything he had, to offer Mitsu happiness.

“I must. I have to tell you, so you will know about my heart. I want you to know all of it.”

“Go on then, purty lady,” said Cho as he pulled her against himself.

Cho’s embrace had Mitsu feeling secure. A feeling she had long given up on ever feeling again. She continued on with her confession, a little bolder this time than when she first began. “Well, since it was so terrible with Hisomu-sama I began to plot on different ways to escape. I dreamed of a day, even prayed for a time, when a strong, capable samurai would come along, rescue me, and take me far from Horie's demands. I wished for it so hard, I almost believed it.” Mitsu sat back and looked at Cho sincerely. “I believed in it so much that I…” Mitsu paused and sighed nervously for a second, and then she continued. “I tested the men I met.”

“Tested men?” Cho questioned.

“Hai,” Mitsu nodded, her embarrassment shown, for she wasn’t able to conceal her guilt. “I flirted with them,” Mitsu replied. “On my way from Nikko to Tokyo, I believed, or I wanted to believe that Fujita Goro was that samurai who would rescue me.”

Cho’s interest perked ten fold. “Go on,” he urged.

“I thought he was handsome, and he carried himself well. A very dignified gentleman, which I became instantly attracted to.”

“Humpf?” Cho took his chin between his fingers as though he was studying Mitsu’s words. “That son-of-a…”

“No, no, Cho-san,” Mitsu quickly interrupted his obvious train of thoughts. “Please do not misunderstand. I said Mr. Fujita was a complete gentleman. He set me in place right away, and he told me that he never mixed business with pleasure. I respected him for that.”

“He never said anything to me about it. Not even a mention,” said Cho without realizing what he was saying.

“Do you know Fujita-san well?” Mitsu asked.

Cho quickly looked at Mitsu realizing what he had allowed to slip, for Mitsu had no idea Cho and Saitou had any work related connection. “I know that man well enough to know that he can be a bad-ass,” Cho paused and smirked, “but a good bad-ass, if you know what I mean. Let’s just say he’s on our side.”

“So you are not upset with me?” Mitsu asked with sincere concern. The last thing she wanted was for Cho to distrust her.

“Of course I’m not upset with you purty miss. I don’t blame you for wanting out of the hellhole you were trapped in. Hell, I would have probably done the same,” Cho said in response trying to reassure the young woman and deliver her from her present discomfort that her confession had caused her. “You just let go of all of that, so that this handsome guy can show you what a samurai is.”

“Do you really mean that Cho-san?” Mitsu sweetly asked, her eyelashes fluttered as though twin butterflies flitted upon her eyelids.

Cho couldn’t keep himself from his desire to kiss the woman of his dreams, but he didn’t want to seem as though he was taking advantage of Mitsu’s vulnerable, emotional state. In part, it was true. Her vulnerability had Cho desiring the woman even more so right then, than ever before. He was a sucker for a woman in distress, and at that moment the urge to scoop the distressed woman in his arms was almost overpowering.

“Cho-san?” Mitsu whispered under her breath.

“Yes purty lady?” Cho replied also in a whisper, his lips drawing even closer to hers as though under magnetic law.

“Kiss me Cho-san, I know that you want to.”

That was all that it took for Cho to abandon his suffering, already weakened restraints. He took Mitsu in his arms and pressed his lips upon hers. His body trembled, for he had waited so long to express himself in that very way to her. As his tongue parted her dainty lips and made its way into her oral depth, her arms wrapped around his neck enabling him to feel his own strength as he supported her. The kiss was thorough, and at the same time, the passionate oral union was a sweet bonding gesture between the two.

“I thought the silence in here was suspicious,” Ichie blurted interrupting the intimate event between Cho and Mitsu.

“Ichie-chan?” Mitsu was startled from the long awaited kiss, and she immediately noticed the irritation her sister wore as Ichie made her way toward them.

“Who else were you expecting, Mitsu-chan? Another male caller?” Ichie hissed her deliberate comment at Mitsu, and then she glared at Cho.

“What has gotten into you? We didn’t mean to wake you,” said Mitsu as she tried gauging her sister’s mood, and perhaps understand the reason for Ichie’s rudeness.

“Why don’t you ask your new lover there,” Ichie gestured toward Cho with a nod in his direction.

Mitsu quickly set her attention upon Cho her voice meekly questioned him. “Cho-san?”

“Now, now you two…” Cho nervously spoke with a quiver to his voice. He, not knowing anything better to say, began to stutter, terrified that Ichie was going to blurt out the fact that he had indeed slept with her.

Ichie raised her voice this time. “Go on sister— Ask him!”

“Cho-san?” Mitsu squeaked obviously distressed.

A knock at the door deferred their conversation, much to Cho’s relief.

“Shhhhh,” Cho hushed the two women as he held his index finger to his lips. He bolted from the zabutons, trotted to the wooden door, and pressed his ear against it for a listen.

“I am here, let me in,” Mochi Hana announced on the other side.

Cho quickly unlatched the entry and was immediately taken back when he saw the tall gentleman standing next to Mochi Hana in the hallway. It was clear to see, by the man’s garb, that he was another ninja.

“Friend, or foe?” Cho gestured to the stranger in jest.

“Cho-kun, it is I,” Aoshi quietly said in an irritated tone.

“Hell, how could I know that? Look at the two of you. You're both wearing your ninja do-dads. I can't see your faces under all the mystery shit.” Cho said defensively shrugging his shoulders. He stepped aside to let the two spies enter. “I’m taking it that you two know each other?” He gestured with his index finger and pointed at one ninja, and then over to the other ninja, and then again, visa versa.

“You can say that we bumped into one another at Horie-sama’s compound,” Mochi Hana replied.

“Quite literally,” Aoshi added, almost as a complaint.

“Oh, don’t be such a crybaby,” Mochi Hana giggled. “You seemed to enjoy our wrestle in the dirt, especially when I ended up beneath you.”

“Hmmm, feisty…” said Aoshi with a half a smile and with new interest showing from his icy blue eyes.

“And don’t you forget it…” Mochi Hana warned firmly.

Mitsu quickly stood to her feet. “Excuse me, please,” she said. She then gestured to the loose zabutons on the floor. “Sit, I shall fetch tea.”

Mochi Hana and Aoshi sat, and so did Cho, but Ichie’s piercing stare as he passed her didn’t go unnoticed.

“I will tend to locking the door,” Ichie said and left the group to their meeting.

Mitsu quickly served up the ocha on the center chabudai. After Cho filled Aoshi in on everything he had discussed with the two sisters, Aoshi in turn filled Cho in on the position Saitou had taken at the Kamiya Dojo. The meeting went on for a good amount of time, long enough for Mitsu to realize that Ichie had not returned to join in on the conversation.

“Excuse me, I will see what is keeping Ichie-san,” Mitsu said politely, and then left the table only to return quickly with obvious panic in her eyes.

Cho picked up on it right away, “Is she alright? Mitsu-san, what’s is the matter?” Cho asked obviously concerned.

“My sister is not here! I looked in the room and she is gone!” Mitsu blurted.

“What the…” Cho sprang from his zabuton and went to the entry, which was located just beyond the bamboo partition. “She said she was going to secure the door, but it is unlocked. She must have left when we were in discussion,” Cho snarled. “Dang that woman!”

Mitsu held her hands to her mouth in attempts to muffle her gasp. “What happened between you two? She was obviously upset to see us together the way we were Cho-san,” Mitsu said in a panic. “Now, because of that, she is gone!”

Aoshi approached Cho and Mitsu who were standing at the door. “Cho? Do not tell me…”

“I’m not telling anyone anything until I find out what the hell is going on myself!” Cho said a little shaky.

Aoshi already had a good idea as to what was going on between the three. He shook his head and said with a sigh, “I will go and track the woman down.”

“No,” Mochi Hana disagreed with Aoshi's suggestion. “I will go. I know where my brother’s men are stationed and I can get through faster in the area.” She looked at Aoshi and suggested, “It would be wise to leave this place. If Ichie gets caught, my brother will not be gracious, but he will do anything to her to get her to disclose Mitsu’s whereabouts.”

“I will fetch a carriage,” Aoshi said. “Cho, you and Miss Akatsuki ready yourselves for transport. I will get the two of you to the Kamiya Dojo and secure the woman.”

Cho latched the door after Aoshi and Mochi Hana left. He dreaded having to face Mitsu, for he knew she wasn’t about to let what had taken place between he and her sister rest. He slowly turned around to face her.

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“Twelve men counted Fujita-sir,” the north precinct police officer reported as he entered the receiving room of the small compound located a few miles outside of the business district.

“Change your count to fifteen. There are three more stuffed into the storage cabinet back there,” Saitou said while motioning toward the kitchen with a toss of his head. “They are missing their entrails, get someone to follow up and sort out that mess.   They deserve at least that much along with a decent burial if they haven’t any relatives.“ Saitou lit a smoke and drew the white substance into his lungs and exhaled.

“Yes sir,” said the officer, and then he shouted orders to the three men in the other room who were already busy at recording and charting evidence. He turned his attention to Saitou again and asked, “Anything else sir?”

“No, that will be all,” replied Saitou as he wiped the curdled, darkened-red mass of blood and tissue from the sole of his shoes onto a bundle fabric that was to be disposed of.

Saitou stepped out into the fresh air and took a deep cleansing breath, which cleared the humid, pungent odor of spilled, human entrails from his sinuses. The scent was too familiar to the war veteran, and he hoped that the clean air would dislodge the old memories that were associated with the whole scene of slaughter that he had just over viewed.

Saitou pushed past the memories of the war and focused on his present target. Horie was in hiding and Saitou’s shinobi were unsuccessful in locating him for interrogation, which was a strong indication that Horie was behind this particular hit. Unless there was a new motive for Horie’s blatant blood fest, unbeknown to Saitou and the rest of the investigative staff, Saitou had little doubt that Horie had gone mad, for Horie’s motive behind this recent slaughter was absent.

Saitou sent what was left of the spent tobacco into the air and watched it hit the side of the gray, decorative garden rock and skid along the ground a few feet. He shrugged at the investigative scene behind him and stepped into the awaiting carriage. “Precinct,” he ordered as the carriage driver secured the door behind him. Seconds later, the carriage snapped forward and was on its way.

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Ichie had been running since she had left the fancy little apartment of Cho’s female geisha friend. She was devastated and her soul was ablaze—outraged. Ichie thought she had found whom it was that she always dreamed of. She believed, after spending intimate time with Cho that she had found the perfect love for her life, and in return, he loved her. Cho had become her shining samurai hero, rescuing her from a mundane destiny of living a life as an old spinster farmer. She was furious that Mitsu, once again, had gotten in the way of she and a potential life long lover, the very same way Mitsu had gotten between she and Horie.

Ichie finally reached the storefront and entered. She held her breath to quiet her breathing, long enough to listen for any familiar sounds to indicate another’s presence. It was quiet, so quiet that she could hear her own heartbeat in her ears. She quickly dashed up the stairs to the second level.

“Hello?” Ichie called out, quietly at first, but then a little louder the second time. Louder still, the third. She ran down the hall and glanced in each room, but no one was there to answer her calls. Ichie was alone at the storefront, which was very odd indeed. For one thing, anyone could happen along from the street and do with the items in the store as they willed. She walked over to the top of the stairs and stared down its steps and began to cry.   She felt as though her whole life was crashing in on her. Why had she always come in second to her sister Mitsu? The question kept turning over in her mind. Surely she thought that maybe this time, with Cho… Ichie’s tears kept pouring forth, for the many years of feeling second rate to her sister was crashing in on her right then.

“You there,” a tall man called to Ichie from the level below. It was one of Horie’s men who had followed Ichie from his post a few blocks away. When he was sure that Ichie was there at the storefront alone, he entered the storefront and confronted her.

Ichie, a bit startled, wiped her tears from her eyes and gazed at the man who was looking up toward her from the start of the stairs, and recognized him. “I was looking for Horie-sama, but no one seems to be here,” Ichie said choking back the tears.

“Hmn,” the man said, and then he went on to explain.   “It was necessary for everyone to go into hiding. “Come, I will take you to him.” The man held out his hand as he offered Ichie transport to Horie’s location.

Ichie quickly took up the invitation feeling a little better that she was no longer alone. Perhaps Horie will understand, she thought. She was anticipating an offer from Horie after she told him about Mitsu’s plan to leave Horie for Cho. Surely Horie will accept her in Mitsu’s stead. Her plan was all set within her mind to betray her sister to ease the jealousy she harbored so long for Mitsu.

The man led Ichie through the town’s back alleys and side streets until they reached an obscure building that appeared to be abandoned. “Wait here,” the man said as he tucked Ichie behind a flowing kousa shrub. Hardly anytime passed before a supply wagon pulled up from behind the tall bush. The man hopped off and quickly instructed Ichie to get onboard and sit between two water containers, then the man covered the cargo and they were on their way.

Ichie endured the bumpy ride, but not without having her head knocked against the heavy canisters, and fought with a threatening cramp in her left calf. She was miserable, but she believed the discomfort would be over as soon as she takes the place of her ungrateful sister. Yes, Ichie believed it was her turn to live in style, after all, she believed to be even more beautiful than her sister. It wasn’t soon enough that the wagon slowed, and then finally came to a stop.

“This way,” the tall man instructed Ichie with a nod of his head as he assisted her off from the supply wagon.

“Where is this place?” Ichie asked. She looked around with widened eyes, trying to identify what she saw with no success. Nothing at all looked familiar to her.

“Horie-sama will disclose that to you if he chooses to. Right now, I will escort you into his presence,” the man replied.

There was a small pathway leading from the road up a steep hill. It was too inclined for any horse drawn carriage, or jinrikisha to manage, and the path barely let them through walking side-by-side. She followed the man a few steps behind him all the while straining to look ahead. She had no idea what to expect. They were clearly away from the bustling town, and there was not a soul in sight anywhere near them. They broke through the trees and brush, and stepped out into a clearing carpeted by tall, yellow-green grass. It was clear they were still on the path, for the grass was worn by human traffic, which led, yet again, into more trees and bushes until they finally arrived at what appeared to be a grave site.

“Through here,” the man urged Ichie trading places with her as he walked, allowing her to approach the weathered stone monument first.

“This place is scary,” said Ichie as she cleared a few rocky steps down into a trench-like, stone depression off the hillside, just beyond the front of the monument.

The man stopped Ichie by setting his hand upon the back of her neck. “Wait right here,” he said.

Ichie looked around trying to make sense of where they were. Her heart was already racing from the very beginning of her excursion, but she was beginning to become fearful. Anything could happen in such a desolate place, she thought.

Suddenly, what appeared to be climbing ivy against the side of the steep hillside gave way and another man appeared from behind the facade. Ichie tried to restrain herself from screaming in utter fright at the surprise. She would have screeched if it weren’t for the tall man’s reassuring hand still in place on her shoulder.

“It is all right, we are here,” the man said to calm her. “Please, walk forward.”

They had entered a rocky cave, which obviously had been equipped to house more than wild beasts. Flickering lanterns lined the side of the stone corridor that led into the darkness ahead. The man continued to lead Ichie through the rather wide area of the enclosure. They entered into a gradual narrowing corridor that was almost claustrophobic if it weren’t for the high ceiling that echoed their footsteps as they walked over the pebbled ground. Ichie was beside herself with fear, knowing not what to expect. Her heart pounded against her chest. She took in deep breaths of air to supply her racing heart.

They approached another clearing, but unlike the stone room that they had just left, this grand room was littered with imports from afar, furnished with elaborate western style furniture, and decorated with the most elegant detail of gold and silver. The room was broad as well as deep, and at the far end of the grand area displayed a glorious underground pool that had been adorn with candles of all shapes and sizes. The sight was breathtaking. Ichie stood there gazing upon the splashing colors the candles created against the water bearing walls. It was as though the entire length of that side of the room was moving in slow motion, and illusion the water made as it poured down the side of the walls in thin sheets into the pool below. The sound alone lulled Ichie’s breath to a calmer pace. The scene cascaded an aura of peace and tranquility throughout the entire immense room.

“Well, well…” Horie’s voice boomed behind Ichie and her tall guide. "It seems that not all of you are traitors, hmmm?”

Startled, Ichie quickly turned to face Horie. The sight of him caught her breath, for Ichie had never seen Horie in such an informal state, yet he seemed glorious.

“Horie-sama!” Ichie shouted in her intentionally sweet, feminine voice. She quickly left her guide’s side and ran across the room to fall prostrate before Horie. “No, Horie-sama, I would never betray you. I owe you my life for saving my family from poverty.”

Horie looked over to his watchman “Leave us be,” he said gesturing to his man to exit the room.

Without a word the man quickly disappeared behind a freestanding wall that was trimmed with golden ornaments. Beyond the exit was another room, and then another. The rooms and corridors took Horie months to map and memorize, but he had been at it for over two years, unbeknown to anyone, not even Mitsu.

“Come here, my dear,” Horie said gesturing to an enormous settee littered about with expensive silken pillows. He made himself comfortable and then patted the empty spot beside him as he propped himself up by the elbow and watched the young woman approach him. “Come, come,” he prodded, “there is nothing here to be afraid of.”

Ichie gingerly walked over and sat formally on the extremely soft, velvety cushion facing Horie. She had never felt so vulnerable before in her life—much like a lamb would have felt at face with a large, unpredictable wolf. She sighed and quietly let out a nervous giggle.

“It is obvious that you had changed your mind?” Horie questioned the uneasy woman.

“Change my mind?” Ichie wasn’t sure what the intimidating man was referring to. “What do you mean?” Ichie asked meekly, being very careful not to stir Horie to anger.

“I’ve known, for quite sometime now that Mitsu had her escape planned, but lacked only someone as stupid as Cho to assist her in doing so. I’ve since tested your sister, giving her ample opportunities to see her plans through. She surprised me that she hadn’t taken the opportunity to run sooner.”

“So, you do know that everyone left the estate?”

“To be honest, I left the compound before any of you had—the previous day in fact,” Horie said coldly. He then moved closer to Ichie and rested his hand just above her knee. “You see I had other plans, which would have brought the authorities calling. I’ve been wasting my time covering up my eliminations, but my lair was not quite ready for dwelling, nor for hiding,” he said as he waved his arm around him as though presenting his efforts before Ichie to marvel over. “As you can see, I’ll need not use restraints any longer, for no one will ever find me here, and nothing will stop me from carrying out my agenda.”

“But what of Mitsu-chan?”

Horie bellowed in laughter and fell back upon the pillows to lay and stare at the naive woman. “Your sister was a coward! She sickened me with her weakness and miserable, pathetic whining. I should have put her out of her miseries a long time ago, and would have if it weren’t for my being preoccupied with more important tasks.”

Ichie sat there, her eyes wide with revelation, her victory was right there in front of her. All she needed to do was reach out and take hold of the opportunity that dangled just before her, but she hesitated. Horie looked absolutely frightening to her in an irresistible way. His fancy yukata, embroidered with the most delicate attached silken fabric shown forth even more of the man’s handsome features. His hair was loose, which Ichie had never seen him before in that fashion. The shiny, jet-black strands cascaded over his firm shoulders definitely had her short of breath. Though the room smelled of incense, Ichie was certain Horie bathed in citrus extracts, a scent she had always been attracted to ever since she could remember. Ichie was so entranced at the man’s handsome appearance that she barely noticed his grasp around her wrists.

Horie yanked at the little woman’s wrist causing her to lose her balance and she fell forward, practically draping Horie’s solid torso. “Do you know what I think?” Horie asked his breath brushed the side of Ichie’s cheek.

Ichie gasped, for she didn’t expect Horie to make such a move on her. After all, the man was involved with her sister, or was he not? She closed her eyes when his breath fanned her eyelashes, her heart thumped against her chest. She wanted to speak, but no words came, none except an escaping breath that sounded more like a moan, thick with desire. “Ahhhemmn.”

“Hmmm,” Horie hummed as he studied Ichie. “I don’t recall cutting your tongue out, but yet you do not speak?” He leaned over and kissed her at the curve of her neck and continued to speak to her in a low, sultry tone. “I think you are not a coward,” he said, and then ran the tip of his tongue against her soft, feminine flesh. “I believe now that I should have chosen you instead of your sister the very first time I met the two of you.”

“Yesss,” Ichie agreed with Horie, she believed, with her entire being that Horie should have chosen her over Mitsu. But now, everything was finally falling into place. Ichie believed that everything was being set right.

Horie sensed that the little woman was falling under his spellbinding charm. He took advantage of her vulnerability and moved forward to secure her devotion with a kiss. His lips pressed upon hers and his tongue edged its way into her mouth. He could also feel her desire for him, her breath quickened as he bathed her mouth, tongue and lips with his wet kiss. He dripped with lust and Ichie was more than ready to receive from him. However, he pulled her away from him.

“Is this what you want?” Horie inquired as he held her effeminate visage within his strong hand, cupping her at the chin. “Do you wish to lay here with me?”

“Yessss,” Ichie whispered, her eyes glued to Horie’s wet mouth with desire.

Horie broke out in laughter, reached behind him and clanked a small golden gong that was set on the black lacquer, golden trimmed side table. In answer to the summons a boy, small in stature and dressed in fine linen entered the room at once, as though he was standing just outside in wait for his master’s beckoning.

“Yes Horie-sama,” the boy immediately fell to his knees in reply to the clanging summon. His exceedingly long hair that was tied high on his head swept across his feminine-like features and rose-colored cheeks. He held his chin up, yet he was bowed forward, his eyes fastened upon Horie as though he was in worship to a god before him.

“Ahhh, Nakuyo, my page,” Horie said acknowledging the boy. "Show Ichie-san to the room next to mine and help her to settle by sparing no luxury.”

“Arigato gosaimasu,” Ichie sang forward. She quickly sat formally, while adjusting her kimono. She was a little embarrassed at the lad’s rather quick appearance, for she wasn't expecting anyone to barge right in that way.

“Go on Ichie-san,” Horie directed. “Nakuyo is my trusted page. He will see to your comfort. Whatever it is that you might need, just let him know, and Nakuyo will see to it that you are accommodated.”

“Will I see you soon?” Ichie asked.

Horie sat up and combed his hair from his face, “Indeed you will,” he replied. “First, get some rest and be refreshed, we shall meet again at meal time.”

Ichie bowed and once again thanked Horie for accepting her. She followed Nakuyo through the exit at the far end of the large room and couldn't stop wondering what was in store for she and Horie, and what was to become of her sister, Mitsu? Only the future had the answers to her question and right then, she felt as though she was taking the first few steps into it.
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