Kaoru closed down the dojo for the night. The scenery was peaceful and calm…and right. A silence hung in the space that the others normally filled.
Everything was as it should be, except for her heart but that was a matter to be tended to later.
She walked into her room and although all was calm, she was restless. And though it wasn't cold outside she shivered as she dropped her kimono for her nightly inspection. Her critical eyes traced every bandage and glared at every bruise. She scorned every inch of her body that might be the cause of weakness.
She almost wished the reason she was dong this was different. She knew that the girls in town did this sometimes, but to try and find why the man she liked didn't like her back, or to tell herself she wasn't pretty.
Kaoru, on the other hand, had never felt loved nor been in love as far as she knew. Of course, she wouldn't know. She had witnessed lust, but it was disgusting for her to think about and even more disgusting to remember.
Kaoru took out her body suit. She often used it on nights like this although that hadn't been her original intent when she bought it.
Originally she had bought it for dancing but now she used it for shielding, concealing herself, fighting herself, and training. It was tight and suffocated her. She was convinced that it helped her, in some way and that it was used for good.
It showed every curve of her body and gave her the resemblance of nakedness.
