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Chapter Twenty Three:
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Misora smiled bright as day as Oni helped her fasten the arm guards he had made her. The soft purple fur felt like silk against her skin. Her eyes wandered towards the beautifully crafted ningato he had made her the night before.
"All done." Oni grinned and kissed the top part of Misora's star, causing her to blush. "By the way, first chance we get, we're going off and I'm gonna teach you to use these," Oni looped the daggers through another strip of fur and tied it across her waist. "Before that." He pointed to the ninjato.
"Thank you, Oni." Misora gave Oni a light kiss on the lips.
Oni smiled and he helped Misora to her feet. "You're welcome. Now your gear." Oni shouldered Kon Ranshi. "We wanna get down to the group before your brother throws a fit." He chuckled.
She giggled and scrambled to get her stuff. She liked how the spot where he kissed her star tingled. It made her feel light and happy when he kissed that spot.
"Kagome and I are going to the hot spring to clean up. I want everyone ready to leave the minute we return," Bankotsu ordered, as he took Kagome by the hand and led her toward the afore mentioned hot spring.
"It will be so nice to soak a while." Kagome grinned.
Bankotsu smirked as they continued down the path hand in hand.
"Been a while since we've been able to really get in a hot soak." She added excitedly.
Over by the water Kagome and Bankotsu teased, slowly undressing, and touched each other in ways they knew would drive them wild. They never rushed their time alone. They chose instead to savor every precious moment of it.
She ran her hands over his shoulders and massaged his pecs in a circular motion as he removed her kimono and pushed it over to join their fast growing pile of clothes and weapons.
She loved the feel of his tanned skin beneath her palms. The power and sheer strength of him always sent tingles coursing through her body.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and sighed in bliss opening her mouth to allow his tongue to tangle with hers as her hands tugged lightly on his hair.
He picked her up and her legs automatically wrapped around his waist. this was what they needed the most. These moments where they didn't hold anything back from one another.
He pulled away from her neck to inhale the scent of her hair.
"I love how responsive you are to my touch," he whispered huskily, as he kissed her breast.
"Mm, I love how you touch me," she panted, tugging his face away so she could rain kisses all over his face.
"Good, because baby I plan to do a lot more than just touch you." He smirked, and carried her into the water where they continued making out.
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Oni showed Misa how to slide the daggers into the catches inside her wrist guards.
"Make sure they click in place," he instructed, showing her how.
She nodded and gave him her rapt attention.
"When you thrust your arm forward and bend your wrist the blades shoot forward, embedding into your target."
He demonstrated by striking a large log he'd set up as a target.
"Don't hesitate and don't waste your movements."
She blinked and nodded.
"Hesitating gives the enemy a chance to counter your moves because they will figure out your intentions." His eyes turned hard and serious. "This is a kill strike, so be prepared to follow through." He stressed the importance.
"I understand," she replied. The thought of actually killing someone didn't bother as much as it probably should. She'd never taken a life before, but she'd seen it done many times.
He stepped back and ordered her to strike the target. She did so and wondered how her sweet Oni could quickly change to a warrior barking out orders in so little time.
She adored that he was willing to teach her to fight, but wasn't sure she liked how cold and serious he became while they trained.
"Again," he instructed in a deep, serious voice. She reset her daggers and struck the target again.
He kicked her foot further out and his hands gripped her hips forcing her to twist.
"Turn in to it. Use your back foot to drive you forward as you strike."
She pulled her dagger back into place waiting to hear the tell-tell click and then did as he'd instructed and noticed the dagger sank further into her target.
"Good." He released her hips, much to her disappointment. "Again."
They continued for half an hour before he had her switch to the other side.
"Same thing." His tone was hard and there was no hint of her easy laid back Oni. He was all business with her training.
"So, you're teaching her daggers, eh?" Bankotsu walked over to his sister.
"There are two ways to hold a dagger."
Bankotsu stared at his sister.
"Since your smaller, you're going to want to rely on your speed more than anything. Slice clean and get the hell away."
He showed her the icepick-grip.
"This is for adding power behind your strikes. Best for downward stabbing motions and quick sideways slices."
He demonstrated each as he spoke.
"You can also block with it like this." He said reinforcing the block with his forearm.
"This is best used for forward stabbing motions." He showed her the saber grip and stared at her. "Think speed. Quick, precise strikes. Like a snake."
He locked gazes with her and spoke bluntly.
"Every strike needs to be a kill shot. This shit isn't a game Misa. If you're going to learn this, then do it right."
She nodded.
"Now, put your daggers down." Bankotsu instructed, as Oni patiently watched.
Misora put her daggers aside along with her wrist guards and then caught the sticks her brother tossed at her.
"Try to hit my sticks," he commanded. "Let's see if you can keep up with me."
They started slow until she got the hang of it and he increased his speed. They kept at it for an hour.
"Come on, Misora. You can do better than that."
He increased his speed again, growing frustrated with how slow she was. He hadn't even started to unleash his full speed. He hadn't even touched half of it yet and she was already slipping up. As his sister she was supposed to be close to his strength and speed. It was expected on the battlefield.
Misora wasn't weak, she'd shown that much with how she'd bruised Kagome's chin from one punch. Where the hell was that strength now?
"You're my sister damnit! Now, stop holding back and show me what you got."
Her arms hurt from trying to keep up with her brother's speed. Each slap of their sticks sent shockwaves rocking through her arms to center in her burning shoulders.
"Enough!" Oni bellowed. "That's enough for today." He said firmly, stepping between Bankotsu and Misora as he pushed Bankotsu's sticks away from her.
"We need to get going anyways," Bankotsu snorted. He passed the sticks back to Kagome. "Put them away and let's move out."
Oni replaced Misora's wrist cuffs and tied them in place.
"Thanks," Misora sighed in relief. She picked up her daggers, sliding them into place. She ducked her head ashamed that she'd upset her brother.
Oni tilted her chin and stared into her eyes, cupping her face between his palms.
"Let's go people." Bankotsu's voice cut through the air.
He grunted in acknowledgement as he glared at Bankotsu's back.
Misora tugged at the portions of fur that stuck out from underneath his armor. "Hey, Oni. Don't worry about it. You guys wanted to train me, that's what he's doing." She wrapped her arms around Oni's waist.
Oni sighed. "Yeah, I guess you're right." He chuckled and wrapped a large arm around Misora's smaller frame. "Let's get going, baby-girl."
She smiled and wrapped her arms around his waist as they returned to where the group was waiting.
"So, whatcha gonna name it, baby-girl?" He pointed to her ninjato he'd made for her, which was strapped at her hip facing away from him.
Misora shrugged. "I don't even know where I would begin."
Oni chuckled. "Well, in that case, just be patient. It'll reveal it's name to you eventually"
Misora smiled. "Let's hope so! After all, Banryu and Kon Ranshi have names. I'd start to feel a little left out."
Oni kissed the top of Misora's head. "Hey, with me, you won't ever feel left out. Trust me." He winked.
She blushed and hugged him a little tighter.
"Today you two," Bankotsu's impatient voice made them snicker as they leisurely strolled to join the group.
Oni and Misora remained close together, amused by Bankotsu's moodiness. She knew he didn't like her and Oni's public displays of affection, but she enjoyed them. It made her feel good that Oni didn't give a rat's ass who saw them kissing or holding one another. It meant he wasn't embarrassed of or by her, which made her feel better about being herself.
A secret thrill fired through her bloodstream as Oni pulled her closer against his side and planted a kiss on the top point of her tattoo. A display that spoke volumes without a single word. She squeezed his waist a moment in response and watched that smirk she adored cross his face, creating a child-like mischievous look. She adored that look too.
There wasn't anything she didn't like about Oni. He was sweet, affectionate, caring to her, yet tough as nails when needed.
Oni smiled down at her as she leaned her head against him and they continued walking towards her irritated brother.
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A/N: That's it for this installment. Enjoy everyone.