Keiya Neit
Chapter Zero

XXX October 11 199 AD XXX

"Akiko, I want to give you me," he told her, "But my vows to my wife prevents me to do so."

"It is not against the law to show your love, is it?" she replied.

"I have already started," he groaned. "I may as well leave you gratified."

Dantie's hands slipped through the kimono of the woman before him. Her face glowed in the room, Akiko, her name was, and he was Dantie, a hero of the Middle East, a soldier of the Turbans and of bandits and heroes of China. His hair was short, barely coming off his head, and was a dark brown, unlike Akiko's jet-black flowing hair. Both their eyes were mauve and their lips were thin and red.

He was unsure what he was doing, in Japan, crewed with a hundred and fifty men, and he had left his wife and children behind to sail to the beyond, trade goods and roam the world. Dantie's lips surfaced off hers and he gave a goodbye smile. He spun around, and began a short walk to the door – and it would take only a few five minutes to reach the ships.