************Chapter Seven*************
********Nakago and the Temptress******
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"That was Tomo," Nakago said as he seated himself next to her.
"He's...somewhat scary."
"You think so? He has that affect on many people."
"The way he dresses, all that make-up on a man, it's simply
frightening!" She took a sip of wine, tasting it for poisons and
draughts of various kinds. It seemed all right. "I wonder why he
dresses like that."
Something suddenly dawned on Nakago. She was dressed like a man, was
she Tomo's type?
"Probably because of the same reason that you dress like you do," he
responded casually, sipping his wine.
She laughed. "Oh, this. Well, I suppose that you deserve an
explanation."
Inwardly, she smiled. She had had this explanation ready
since she was halfway here. "I was born in Kuto, and most of my family
is there, which is why I am returning. But when I was about twelve, my
uncle and aunt invited me to stay with them for a while at their house
in Genbu. My mother had fallen ill, and they didn't want me in the way.
I stayed with my aunt and uncle for three years, until I met a man and
fell in love with him. I thought that he had fallen in love with me
also, but after he married me, I found that he already had a wife and
he wanted me to be his mistress. I tried to leave many, many times, and
after a year he turned me over to his brother, a mountain bandit.
Eventually I got up the courage to run from him as well, but,"
She became very distraught. "But I had to kill him to get away! I
dressed like a man so no one would stop me."
She had been very calm up until the very end of her story, and now she
broke out in tears, hands over her face. Nakago thought this the
perfect time to begin his pleasure trip, and held her close to comfort
her.
"You did what you had to, and in the morning I will personally escort
you to Kuto."
She looked up. "You will? Oh, how kind of you!"
"Meanwhile, I want to get to know you better. How about your name?"
"Zora. And yours?"
"Nakago."
"A strong name for a strong man," she smiled.
But underneath, she wasn't nearly so happy. "Common, kiss me so I can
poison you and ransack the camp! I am so sick of sucking up!"
"Thank you. Would you like some more wine?"
"No, thank you. It is very strong!"
Nakago got up to pour himself some more wine, and when he turned
around, he found Zora staring deep into his eyes. This of course, was
to his liking. When he asked her why, she responded,
"Because I can't help myself! You are the most handsome man I have ever
laid eyes on."
"If this doesn't make him horny, nothing will!" Nousatsu thought as she
finished her reply.
"And you are the most beautiful woman that I have ever laid eyes on,"
Nakago said, moving closer. He brought her close and kissed her.
"Finally! For a second there I thought that you were to much of a
manipulating bastard to have hormones!" Obviously, a mind retort by
Nousatsu.
As Nousatsu kissed back, she pulled a hollow needle attached to a
small, clear tube out of her sleeve. The tube contained a purplish
sleeping draught, which would put out even Nakago for hours, maybe even
until morning. She lifted up the back of his shirt and stuck the needle
in his lower back. Nakago immediately felt the sting, but the draught
was faster. She asked him what was wrong, just in case he remembered.
She slid out from underneath him as the draught took full effect, and
Nakago fell into the deepest sleep of his life.
Nousatsu shivered. "Mou! I never want him that close again!"
She removed the needle and grabbed a piece of paper to write a note to
Nakago. She rustled through numerous maps until she found one charting
both Genbu and Kuto. She took a pen and marked a simple route from
their current position to the heart of Kuto. She went outside and
looked in every tent. Nothing. All of the tents' residents fit the
descriptions of Miaka and the others. The Eighth Warrior was not here.
Nousatsu went back to Nakago's tent to make sure everything had gone as
it should. She bent down over Nakago to make sure the poison was
working.
"To bad I got the better of you, Nakago. I might have given you the
time of your life!" Nousatsu laughed her wicked laugh and was in quite
a good mood as she left the tent.
Nousatsu ran outside, sure to leave prints, and got on her horse. She
rode the horse at top speed for almost two miles in the direction of
Kuto. Then she went completely around the camp, at almost two miles
out, and continued back to the Suzaku camp. She smiled. They could
never track her. Everything had gone perfectly.
********Nakago and the Temptress******
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"That was Tomo," Nakago said as he seated himself next to her.
"He's...somewhat scary."
"You think so? He has that affect on many people."
"The way he dresses, all that make-up on a man, it's simply
frightening!" She took a sip of wine, tasting it for poisons and
draughts of various kinds. It seemed all right. "I wonder why he
dresses like that."
Something suddenly dawned on Nakago. She was dressed like a man, was
she Tomo's type?
"Probably because of the same reason that you dress like you do," he
responded casually, sipping his wine.
She laughed. "Oh, this. Well, I suppose that you deserve an
explanation."
Inwardly, she smiled. She had had this explanation ready
since she was halfway here. "I was born in Kuto, and most of my family
is there, which is why I am returning. But when I was about twelve, my
uncle and aunt invited me to stay with them for a while at their house
in Genbu. My mother had fallen ill, and they didn't want me in the way.
I stayed with my aunt and uncle for three years, until I met a man and
fell in love with him. I thought that he had fallen in love with me
also, but after he married me, I found that he already had a wife and
he wanted me to be his mistress. I tried to leave many, many times, and
after a year he turned me over to his brother, a mountain bandit.
Eventually I got up the courage to run from him as well, but,"
She became very distraught. "But I had to kill him to get away! I
dressed like a man so no one would stop me."
She had been very calm up until the very end of her story, and now she
broke out in tears, hands over her face. Nakago thought this the
perfect time to begin his pleasure trip, and held her close to comfort
her.
"You did what you had to, and in the morning I will personally escort
you to Kuto."
She looked up. "You will? Oh, how kind of you!"
"Meanwhile, I want to get to know you better. How about your name?"
"Zora. And yours?"
"Nakago."
"A strong name for a strong man," she smiled.
But underneath, she wasn't nearly so happy. "Common, kiss me so I can
poison you and ransack the camp! I am so sick of sucking up!"
"Thank you. Would you like some more wine?"
"No, thank you. It is very strong!"
Nakago got up to pour himself some more wine, and when he turned
around, he found Zora staring deep into his eyes. This of course, was
to his liking. When he asked her why, she responded,
"Because I can't help myself! You are the most handsome man I have ever
laid eyes on."
"If this doesn't make him horny, nothing will!" Nousatsu thought as she
finished her reply.
"And you are the most beautiful woman that I have ever laid eyes on,"
Nakago said, moving closer. He brought her close and kissed her.
"Finally! For a second there I thought that you were to much of a
manipulating bastard to have hormones!" Obviously, a mind retort by
Nousatsu.
As Nousatsu kissed back, she pulled a hollow needle attached to a
small, clear tube out of her sleeve. The tube contained a purplish
sleeping draught, which would put out even Nakago for hours, maybe even
until morning. She lifted up the back of his shirt and stuck the needle
in his lower back. Nakago immediately felt the sting, but the draught
was faster. She asked him what was wrong, just in case he remembered.
She slid out from underneath him as the draught took full effect, and
Nakago fell into the deepest sleep of his life.
Nousatsu shivered. "Mou! I never want him that close again!"
She removed the needle and grabbed a piece of paper to write a note to
Nakago. She rustled through numerous maps until she found one charting
both Genbu and Kuto. She took a pen and marked a simple route from
their current position to the heart of Kuto. She went outside and
looked in every tent. Nothing. All of the tents' residents fit the
descriptions of Miaka and the others. The Eighth Warrior was not here.
Nousatsu went back to Nakago's tent to make sure everything had gone as
it should. She bent down over Nakago to make sure the poison was
working.
"To bad I got the better of you, Nakago. I might have given you the
time of your life!" Nousatsu laughed her wicked laugh and was in quite
a good mood as she left the tent.
Nousatsu ran outside, sure to leave prints, and got on her horse. She
rode the horse at top speed for almost two miles in the direction of
Kuto. Then she went completely around the camp, at almost two miles
out, and continued back to the Suzaku camp. She smiled. They could
never track her. Everything had gone perfectly.