Muramasa: Kokoro no burēdo (Blade of the Heart)
I
It started when Momohime interfered the second time—before he could deal the finishing blow to Yokinojyo Yagyu. He had been inches away from feeding his blade the blood and Soul of a son from the Yagyu clan, but she had to step in front of him and protect the coward—worthless scum, having a woman beg for his life.
None the less, she had shown him incredible strength in pushing Jinkuro's soul out of her body, but it irked him to no end that she would save someone as unworthy as Yagyu. What relationship did they have, anyway? Even if he did have some talent in wielding a sword, it was not even close to matching his Oboro style.
He looked at her then, bent down close to Yukinojyo, gently stroking his cheek and talking in hushed, comforting words. His vision turned slightly red when he caught the swift act of Momohime brushing aside the man's hair and pressing her soft, pink lips to his forehead. So, they were engaged—they probably did things like that all the time under the sheets. Jinkuro narrowed his eyes and firmly set them on his foxy assistant, Kongiku. She noticed his irritated gaze and just winked back, shaking her curvy hips and swishing her tail, making her breasts bounce and pop out of her orange kimono. It was just another failed attempt to seduce him, but he watched her while he was ease-dropping—uh, carefully listening to what Momohime and Yukinojyo were saying...
"Don't you worry. Now I am Momohime in both body and spirit. I have returned."
There was a pause, then a weak response. "Is this the netherworld, or a dream? In either case, please forgive me..."
Jinkuro grunted. Pathetic—willing a woman for forgiveness. But he listened on even as he turned his back to look at the near by wall.
"Our engagement was just a farce so that we could entrap and crush Narukami. Ordered by the Shogun, I made the plan which took your father's and sister's lives."
Momohime's frantic response took Jinkuro so aback that he turned around again to look past Kongiku, to the source of the tattered voice. Jinkuro may be a merciless killer, but even he would not stoop so low as to fake an engagement to such a young lady.
"Are you saying my family is gone? Please tell me that's a lie!"
"Every night I have felt such terrible pangs of guilt... Please forgive me..."
To the Izuna clan man's devilish delight, Momohime said nothing and stood up, feverishly looking from side to side. He didn't catch her eyes, but he could see her furiously batting them and tilting her head back to look up at the light. The older man wasn't stupid—he knew she was trying to stop—big surprise here—tears. Typical, he thought, bemused as he watched the young Princess walk gracefully toward the busty Kongiku, speaking in a hushed, but slow voice. He shifted slightly as Momohime nodded to his assistant, making it seem as if he weren't interested in the least about what she had to say. Only when she was in front of him and her light footsteps stopped did he look up and into her swirling brown eyes, which were slightly moist, but he would give her praise for holding onto her composure for so long.
"Have a nice rendezvous?" He said slyly, looking her up and down. She tensed slightly, but then relaxed under his hungry gaze. She was a good bluffer, but she couldn't fool him. He knew his very presence made her jumpy... And he loved it every second of it. The slight shivers that ran down her spine when he would address her, the chewing of her bottom lip when his eyes would stop on a certain part of her body for more than a few seconds at a time... "I'm not usually so merciful." He admitted to her, his eyes stopping purposefully on her not-so-big breasts, then down to her thighs. If he had to say something good about this stupid, average looking girl, he would go with 'she has nice legs'. He met her eyes again before continuing. "So you'll return your body?" Are those goosebumps on her arms?
"Thank you for saving Yukinojyo." Her voice was as firm despite the chills his voice sent her, her hands now tied together under her small chest. "But we cannot leave him in such a state."
Hm, the man thought, sizing her up once again. Such a loyal young princess. Rather like a dog. "No need to worry. His ninja are watching us and will swoop down to help him." Even though he doesn't deserve to live, the gutless fuck.
Momohime gave him a nod, along with a weary smile before surrendering. She opened her arms, indicating she was ready for him to take over. Wasting no time, he pushed his way into her body and forced her spirit out—now, when Jinkuro opened his eyes again, he was in the body of the girl, and Momohime was a floating, tiny blue mass. He could see the tears finally falling from her eyes, her very Soul open and vulnerable. The older man could easily take her in his hands and squash her. That would end her idiotic whining.
He did not know what possessed him that very moment, but he reached out his hands to gather her close to his chest, holding her there for a brief moment before giving her to Kongiku.
"Put her in the basket." He said, looking away and making sure not to catch Momohime's eye, "we leave for Narukami now."
Disclaimer: I do not own anything from Muramasa: The Demon Blade. I only own the game and I'm lovin' it. ^u^
Soooo, yes. No spoilers for the game, you guys. I just defeated the third boss and I'm still learning things myself. If things don't make sense, it's because I'm making some stuff up because I don't know it yet. If you guys like it, review and I would be very happy.