Soi sat down in front of the mirror in her room. She gazed upon the
image of herself, taking in the woman that was a Seeryiu seishi. She brought
her fingers to her lips, lightly touching them, and pictures of Nakago
flashed through her mind, remembering all the times she had kissed the
soft, sensuous lips of the one she loved. She moved her hands to touch
the soft, white skin of her cheeks. It felt smooth beneath her touch, like
an infant's bottom, and she felt the ghost of Nakago's hand on top of hers,
curling around her's lovingly. She felt the temples on the side of her
head, felt them pulse, and felt the life in herself that she so often gave
to Nakago. Her fingers laced through her bangs, feeling the smoothness,
the fineness of it. She reached over to the circled braid in her hair and
unclasped it, releasing it, letting her vibrant red hair cascade around
her neck and face, and she saw the beauty that faced her in the mirror.
She sifted her fingers through her hair's softness, and more images of
Nakago showed in her mind. She could feel his fingers touching her hair,
grabbing it, pulling on it...She quickly shut those images out of her mind.
With her hands, she pulled her hair back behind her shoulders, ran her
fingers over her neck and let her hands fall lightly to the vanity top.
She guided her hand over to the brush and took it in her grasp. Slowly,
carefully, she brushed the locks of her hair out, making it look glossy,
and she began to hum to herself. A light tune, a nice melody. She smiled
at the image in the glass. Her reflection was bright for once, she noticed.
She had been through so much in her life. Nakago was the only one she truly
loved, the only one she truly cared for. Ever since she was a child. When
he had saved her.
Soi placed her hair back in its braid on top of
her head, and took one last look at the mirror image. She stood up from
the chair, and exited her room.