Thanks to all who are enjoying the story, since i'm getting tons of feedback from you guys i decided to write one more chapter, which means i might not be able to upload one this next weekend, but i'll try to. Enjoy!

Chapter 4

Mimiko stood waiting for Jiro out in the courtyard. She still didn't know if the sun affected her since it was a cloudy day and therefore only a little sun penetrated. She looked around as she waited, getting distracted by the little movements of the leaves or the sounds of the birds singing above her. Everything was so new and vibrant, no wonder many first years died, everything was so distracting, how could they focus on protecting themselves?

Jiro watched her from the shadows of the mansion as her gaze flickered from place to place, taking in the subtle movements of insects and the foliage. She was beautiful he realized, her hair was still pulled back into a long braid and she wore a blue tank top with black spandex shorts and black running shoes on her feet. Jiro sucked in a breath as she shifted her weight and her body came into his view better, her curves were dangerous, he thought as he shifted position to ease up his tightening pants. Realizing he was acting like a peeping tom he walked out from the shadow carrying his sword and a slightly smaller one with him.

Mimiko's attention snapped to the right as Jiro walked towards her carrying two swords. He was dressed in breeches and shoes and nothing else, he wore no shirt and Mimiko felt her cheeks warm as she looked upon his muscles. They were practically begging for a woman's hands to run over them and she felt like drooling. Jiro's long hair was tied back with a band and she wished that he had left it free to swirl around in the wind. Holding one of the swords out he bid her to take it and she did, grasping the hilt. She felt her arm drop at the surprising weight of the sword. Her muscles protesting as she lifted it and made a few swings to get used to the weight, after a few minutes her muscles stopped hurting and she was able to move her wrist and arm fluidly with the blade in hand. Jiro watched as she did this and began to plan out the lessons he needed to teach her, when she stood motionless awaiting his instruction he began.

"Today I'm going to teach you basic sword play. The first rule of sword play is to always be the attacker. If you go up on the defense you may wear your opponent out but it gives them an easier way to cut you down. Second do not cross swords with an opponent who is much bigger than you, keep your distance or he will bear you down. Third be patient, do not rush things, the fool who rushes a fight tends to lose more than the match itself. Do you understand?" Jiro asked.

"Yes." She replied eyes wide at what she would be learning.

"Then we shall begin. First let's start with normal fencing…" and so it began.

For three hours Jiro taught her the basics of fencing and sword play, showing her specific combinations to use on an opponent to defeat him or tire him out. She learned how to jab and duck and how to tell which way an opponent would lunge just by watching their chest and relying on her sense of hearing to hear their breath. She learned to keep her stance wide or you would trip over your own feet, which happened more than once when they practiced certain combinations. By the time lunch rolled around Mimiko was famished and sore all over her body.

They sat beneath a tree as a maid brought them a picnic basket of sandwiches and tea. She also brought a towel for each of them and Mimiko took it in gratitude, wiping the sweat from her brow and neck. As they ate, each studied the other when the other wasn't looking. Suddenly Jiro looked up and caught her gaze and she blushed looking away.

"You are doing very well Mimiko, you are a fast learner and you've far exceeded my expectations for you today." Jiro said as he put his hand on her arm to get her attention. She felt a hum go through her when his hand touched her and she absently nodded back to what he said, still feeling that wondrous hum.

When they finished lunch, Jiro made them stretch and do a couple of practices through the combinations again to get the blood flowing and the muscles warm. "Now we are going to fight, I want to see how much you've retained in my teachings today and if you can act upon them instinctively. I will not be going easy on you so be prepared." Jiro said taking up a stance across from her.

"Of course." She replied taking up her own stance.

Without warning Jiro lunged towards her and she quickly side stepped and brought her blade up to clash with his, remembering Jiro's rule to keep her distance she leaped back and then lunged in, her sword clashing against his and creating a crescent shape as she tried to fling the sword from his hand. He responded by curving his sword around hers until his was on the inside of the crescent and she was the one fighting to hold onto her sword. With a growl of frustration she jumped away from him as he did to her. She watched Jiro as he made false lunges, hearing for a hitch in his breath and watching his chest for which direction he would be going. Suddenly he lunged again, and her eyes widened in surprise at the speed he was going. She quickly raised her sword to clash with his and he had her pinned. He began bearing his weight down on her and she struggled to keep standing and keep her sword in her hand. Dropping into a roll she jumped up and quickly spun to protect her back, again his sword clashed with hers and sparks flew. She was on the defense and she was tiring as he began to jab at her, she struggled to lunge away from the jabs, tripping over her feet as she did.

Down she went, splayed out on the ground, her sword knocked from her hand a few feet away and a sword pointed at her throat. She glared up at Jiro as he smirked down at her. Pulling away from her throat he started walking back towards where they started. Using her vampire speed she rolled and grabbed her sword and leaped towards him. Jiro turned and raised his sword effectively stopping her surprise attack.

"Mimiko, Mimiko, Mimiko," he sighed, "did you just try to ambush me?"

"I don't know Jiro, what do you think?" she asked sweetly and breathless as she tried to force her weight down on him, but she was too short for it to work.

"I think you did and I'm going to have to punish you." Leaping away from her he switched his sword between his left and right hand at a fast pace to where the sword was a blur. She tried to watch as closely as she could but it was almost hypnotizing, suddenly he lunged towards her and she brought up her sword. Catching his, she immediately went into a combination of the crescent circle and the butterfly swipe. Her sword caught the hilt of his and with all the strength she could muster she launched the sword out of his hand. It spiraled through the air where it landed with a thunk into the ground.

Mimiko lowered her sword and all of a sudden Jiro lunged for her again, surprised she forgot about her sword and took the full impact of him lunging at her, dropping said sword at her feet as they toppled to the ground. "Ow! Jiro!" She exclaimed as she hit the ground hard, the man's weight lying comfortably over hers.

He chuckled, "Never forget your sword Mimiko, and even if you don't have it you can still attack, they won't expect that, especially from you." He rose up on his forearms to look down at her. Mimiko blushed at the position they were in, they were pressed against each other with her legs on either side of his hips. She could feel every inch of his body that was pressed against hers and she felt her body respond by softening and warming up. As she had noticed this his eyes had darkened and he looked as if he wanted to kiss her. She stared up at him; her skin still slightly sensitive was having a party at all the contact especially since her tank top had ridden up with the fall.

"Why?" she asked trying to stay with the conversation.

"Why what?" he asked, his voice husky and his eyes darkening as he breathed in her scent, one of musk and vanilla sugar cookies.

"Why-why wouldn't they expect that?" she asked, she too getting caught up in his scent, sandalwood and spices. She felt her head swim as she went into senses overload, her eyes glazing and her face flushing as she panted.

"Mmm, because you are a woman." He said putting emphasis on the woman part that made her feel like it was a very good thing to be a woman at that moment.

"Jiro?" she asked her voice husky as she moved her hands up his arms and began twining her calves with his.

"Yes?" he asked lowering his head to the point where their noses brushed, he kept lowering his head, his breath brushing her lips making her shiver as he stared lustfully into her matching eyes.

"I-"

"What are you two doing?" said a chipper voice to their right.

Both pairs of eyes widened as they looked up at Kotaro who was grinning. Jiro quickly pulled away from Mimiko and she felt her skin tingle at where they had touched. She felt so alone right then and she slowly stood up as Jiro tried to explain what had happened to Kotaro.

"We were just practicing." Jiro said stiffly and without the warm and husky voice he had spoken in earlier.

"Then why were you hugging Mimi?" Kotaro asked putting his finger to his chin and looking up at the sky, as if it held all the answers to all of his questions.

"Because your brother tackled me unfairly." Mimiko said laughingly as she walked up to Kotaro. Leaning down she whispered in his ear, though loud enough to where Jiro could hear, "I think we should punish him don't you?" she asked looking over at Jiro and arching her brow.

"Oh yes!" Kotaro jumped up and down. "I think he should go buy us ice cream." Kotaro said happily.

"I think that's a great idea." She replied smiling mischievously at Jiro. "Don't you think that's an acceptable punishment Jiro?" she asked.

"Hmm, I guess, though I have no reason to be punished when I was the one teaching how to fight in hand to hand combat." Jiro said glad that the situation from before seemed to be resolved.

After leaving Kotaro with Mimiko in the mansion, Jiro quickly went out to buy the desired ice cream. Luckily there was a store five minutes away from Lord Dragon's and Jiro chuckled after checking out at the counter. He had never thought he would be buying ice cream as a punishment. Walking into their room he noticed Kotaro was gone and that the bathroom door was closed. Assuming Kotaro was in there he opened the door holding the bag of ice cream in one hand.

"Kotaro-" he began but stopped as he heard the spray of water from the shower and saw Mimiko's body outlined against the opaque glass. He sucked in a breath taking in every curve and movement as she washed her hair and body. He hardened as her hands drifted over her breasts absently soaping them in the way a person would when washing and moved her hand lower. This time, however, her hand lingered and Jiro felt his mouth water as he watched her touch herself.

She moaned loudly as she ran her hand over her lower lips. The sensitive sensations still in her body, though they were lessening as the days progressed. Mimiko's thoughts drifted to the practice session she had with Jiro and she bit her lip as she remembered the feel of his hard body pressed against hers. The way his warm and slightly damp skin felt pressed against hers, and the way his body seemed to mold to every inch of hers, fitting her perfectly. Her fingers moved against her heated flesh involuntarily as she remembered the heat of his eyes. Fingers probing between her folds she circled and stroked her nub of pleasure and licked her lips imagining how the incident would have progressed if Kotaro hadn't shown up. She could feel his hot breath on her lips, could smell his comforting and arousing scent in the air as she stroked. "Mmm, Jiro." She moaned stroking harder and leaning against the tile. The shock of cold made her jump and shiver as she gasped.

Jiro couldn't believe what he was witnessing as he watched her right hand stroke her womanhood and her left moving up to her breast to massage them. He shivered when he heard her moan his name and his eyes sharpened on her, feeling his body go into a predator mode. Her scent surrounded him in the hot air and it made his body tense and tighten with lust and want. She moved back against the tiles and gasped, her sweet voice seductive to his ears. He shuddered as her breath quickened with her stroking and his hand drifted to his crotch absently stroking himself through the fabric of his breeches.

She bucked against her hand, his scent driving her wild and the memory of his lustful eyes invading her mind. He was against her pushing her into the cold tile behind her water cascading down on his back as he wrapped his arm under her legs and lifted her to straddle him. She would wrap her arms and legs willingly around him, clinging enough for it to be hard to breathe. He would kiss her fiercely and then slow with all the passion he could muster and then lick a trail down her neck and to her breasts. Kissing and nipping at the flesh beneath his lips he would then proceed to suck on her nipples as she tangled her hands in his long hair. She bucked her hips against him, his hardness brushing across her sensitive bud and she shuddered exploding and her body clenching. She sighed as she slumped against the tile wall, shaking slightly.

Jiro shuddered behind the closed bathroom door as he tried to calm down from witnessing Mimiko coming in the shower to thoughts of him. He couldn't get the scent of her arousal out of his head and he groaned placing a hand to his forehead in frustration. He had never behaved this way in his life, not even when he was human; he had always acted a gentleman and never succumbed to his baser instincts unless it pertained to fighting. Even when he made love to Alice he always pleasured her, never minding if he didn't get pleasure himself, even though he did. Shaking his head he pushed away from the door, knowing Mimiko would be coming out soon. Grabbing the bag of ice cream he realized it had all melted. Sighing again in frustration he threw the melted ones away and headed back to the store.

Mimiko sighed as she walked out of the bathroom, steam swirling around her figure as she walked over to the closet and picked out a shirt and pants to wear for dinner. When she was dressed she started towards the door that led out of the room when she saw a bag in a trash can. Curious she walked over to it and noticed it was filled with melted ice cream. Mimiko flushed as she straightened and looked around. 'Oh no, did Jiro hear me when I was in the bathroom?' she thought, her mind racing with thoughts of all the sounds she had made. Just then Kotaro burst through the door barely missing her as he ran in.

"Mimiko, brother's back and he brought home tons of ice cream, he brought back vanilla and chocolate and strawberry, and sherbet and…" Kotaro proceeded to list every flavor of ice cream known to mankind as he pulled her out the door and down towards the dining room. As they entered the men stood from where they had been sitting and waited for her to take her place, again she sat across from Jiro and next to Kotaro. This time though, Zelman didn't show up.

As dinner progressed and ended, Mimiko felt content surrounded by these new friends she had acquired. As Kotaro and she sat down in the kitchen, Jiro went and fetched the ice cream from the freezer. Returning with the ice cream, Mimiko pulled out spoons and bowls from a nearby drawer and cupboard. She scooped out three large scoops of chocolate ice cream for Kotaro, two scoops of strawberry for herself and two vanilla for Jiro. They ate in companionable silence though Mimiko caught Jiro staring at her every once in a while.

When they finished they started towards Mimikos' room. At the door Jiro paused but Kotaro ran straight in and jumped under the covers. Noticing his pause she looked up at him questioningly. "You ok Jiro?" she asked.

"I think Kotaro and I should have our own room, don't you?" Jiro asked.

"Hmm, I suppose, but the bed is rather too large for me by myself and it seemed plenty comfortable for the three of us last night." She said turning back to the bed and picking up her discarded night shirt. Walking towards the bathroom she said, "I'll give you a few moments to get yourself and Kotaro ready for bed while I do the same."

After a few minutes she emerged, her face washed, hair brushed, and body clad in only that long t-shirt that landed at her mid-thighs. Jiro already lay under the covers in his breeches while Kotaro lay in t-shirt befitting his size and his boxer shorts. He was softly snoring as she walked around to the other side of the bed to lie down, Kotaro lying between her and Jiro. Pulling the covers over her body she leaned up and looked towards Jiro, "Good night Jiro." She said smiling.

"Good night Mimiko." He smiled back.

"Good night Kotaro." She whispered pecking his cheek before turning her back on the both of them. Jiro watched as her breathing evened out and she fell asleep, he turned his head to look at the ceiling, thinking back on their practice earlier and her session in the bathroom. What he didn't realize was that Mimiko was awake and she thought about the same thing as she stared at the moon through the window. Their thoughts filled with each other they slowly began to fall asleep.