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"Taki-san?" Seung Mi-na stopped short, seeing the ninja. She kept a tight hold on the Scarlet Thunder. She considered her a fried, yes, but an aura of mischief was what Taki exuded as she blocked the only clear way to Mi-na's lover.
"Seung Mi-na. Can I ask where you're… escaping to, so quickly?" The ninja asked, her grin causing wrinkles in the leather mempo (ninja-mask).
"I have to see Mitsurugi… san…" She'd almost said 'kun'. That would've been bad. (1)
"Really? It's so urgent you have to wake him in the middle of the night?" The older woman asked, taking a step closer to the younger.
"What are you, his bodyguard? Yes, it's important!" She insisted, stepping to the side, trying to get past her.
Taki mimicked her movement. "Go back to bed, little girl, before your big brother misses you."
"He's not my brother, now let me pass!" The Korean beauty was confused; Taki was the one who'd invited them there, why was she acting this way? Did she know? Was she jealous? She tried to move past her, but the kunoichi pushed her back. And that was when Mi-na swung, intending to bring the blade part of the Scarlet Thunder against her shoulder.
Taki back flipped, and disappeared into the safe foliage of the trees. Seung Mi-na broke into a run, sprinting down the path, despite the weight of her weapon. She'd wielded it since she was a child, with the same grace and fluidity of any man. The weight hadn't bothered her in years, but the tales she'd heard of ninjas who struck with silent swiftness and deadly accuracy made her worry about it slowing her down. Battles with Isabella Valentine and Edge Master taught her to never underestimate her opponent.
She threw herself at the door, forcing it open with her weight. The samurai stood from the fire, drawing Shishi-oh, He quickly put it away when he noticed it was only her. She stood up, forgetting her weapon and slamming the door.
He took a few steps closer when he saw how flushed her cheeks were, and the panic in her caramel eyes. "Mi-na – chan…? Are you alright?" He asked quietly.
"No… Taki and I…" She tried to rush it out, but only succeeded in throwing herself at him. He caught her in a tight embrace, carefully guiding her to the bed. He sat, pulling her into his lap, against his chest. Oh, he loved holding the Korean beauty in his arms. She was a gorgeous woman, quickly becoming the only thing he wanted to see when he woke up. If she were a witch, her spell was perfect. If she were only a woman… her body… and her soul, were too. "Tell me." He murmured against her silky, fragrant hair.
"I… She followed me, or something, she tried to stop me. She pushed me, so I swung at her and then she disappeared, and I ran all the way here." She explained, tears of frustration and confusion seeping into the cloth of the samurai's house yukata.
He sighed. He knew it was dangerous for Mi-na to be sneaking off to see him in the depths of the night, so they could satisfy their bottomless lust for each other, but the last person he expected any maliciousness from was Taki.
"I think she was jealous or something. It was like she'd suddenly gone crazy, and only wanted to keep me from you." She managed a giggle and a smile. "Kinda like Hwang."
He smiled as well, for her sake. She didn't know how true the words she just so jokingly spoke could be. Once, almost a decade ago, he and Taki had shared an… intimate relationship, very much like the one he shared with Seung Mi-na now. They were both mercenaries, taking lives of people they barely knew for only one reason; the jobs payed well. After all, everyone had enemies. Some were just willing to have others take care of them. For a while, he'd thought maybe the ninja had actually cared.
He'd found out how naïve he was when he was finally able to track down Satoshi Isagura, a chemist who wasn't in favor with a local lord. He arrived just in time to see the ninja deliver the final blow. She smiled at him as she disappeared into the rafters. It was then he knew; she'd had the same target as him all along. While he went on about leads, she'd been double checking them. There had never been any emotion involved. She just wanted to get to the target first.
"Mi-na…" It had taken a warrior with strength, virtue, and a remarkably pure soul to open him up to the joys a woman, a good woman, could offer. "She won't succeed. No one… No one will keep you from me…" One hand wove to the back of her neck, tightening possessively as he started to bring her forward.
"Rugi-kun…" She murmured his name, entranced by the sudden passionate turn her visit had taken. But, then, wasn't that half the reason she came?
His hand found it's way past the flap of her short kimono, roughly grabbing a breast. His hand began a strange massage, pressing and moving up and down, rolling the stiffening nipple against his palm. He groaned into her mouth at the small sign of her arousal.
"Mi-na." His legs stretched out beneath her, allowing her to straddle his lap. He brought his knee up between her spread legs, rubbing gently testing the sensitive wetness that lay underneath her panties.
He grinned seductively as she pulled her, her mouth dropping open into a small 'o'. Before it could escape, he caught the moan in his mouth, placing it firmly it firmly on hers, wondering if he could taste it as easily as he did her tongue. A foolish notion, but he wanted to taste, feel, see and hear everything she had to offer. She gave his senses a new depth, teaching them things they'd never gotten to experience before.
"Rugi-kun… Stop that…" With a playful shove he was on his back, finding himself staring upwards expectantly, as she reached behind herself. He never felt so relieved and eager to be relieved, as he did when the kimono fell open.
"Mi-na – chan… You have the most beautiful body, do you know that?" He whispered huskily. The diamond-hard nipples hanging only inches above his head begged to be toyed with and taken into his mouth. He pushed himself up on his elbows eager to partake of her half-nakedness offered.
His tongue swirled, caressing all the little goosebumps, and then his teeth grazed the peak. She moaned louder, weaving a hand into his long ebony hair. "Mitsu-kun!"
"Mi-na – chan… Be quieter… Lest you wake the dead…" He groaned, moving his face into the heaving valley that lay between her breasts. His tongue lapped at the sweat that had accumulated. Salty, but she smelled like irises, limes, and coconuts. Clean, exotic, beautiful. Like Mi-na herself. "You smell so delicious…"
"You make me sound like food…" She giggled nervously, and his head rose. Her womanhood pounded in time with her heart. Oh no… he couldn't stop…
"I could eat you, Mi-na." They kissed slowly, and she felt herself being led down to the mattress, his hands at her hips, tracing the womanly curves there and along her thighs.
"No… I… I want to be on top!" She protested, pushing him back again. Her hands started working on the sash, near ripping it from the yukata. He had nipples as well, and they deserved the same treatment hers got.
It wasn't very long before the samurai was groaning, his erection painfully hard against his shorts and his thigh.
"Fine… whatever you want…" He muttered, as she started to kiss down his hairless, muscled chest. A line of fine black pubic hairs lay right between his abs, a straight path to his shorts. She followed it, with kisses, licks, and a few occasional slow drags of her teeth.
He could smell the wet arousal dripping down her thigh. Why was she prolonging their foreplay? There was no point! They were going to end up in the same place same place no matter how long it took. As her tongue found a new place to rest, in his navel…
he abruptly forgot what the hell he'd been thinking about.
His hips bucked forward eagerly, as she gripped the grayish white shorts and a tried to rip them off. He laughed heartily at her eagerness and she stopped, when they were at his knees, looking up and giving him the most peculiar look.
"You have such a wonderful laugh, Mitsu-kun." She whispered, and then he realized why.
It had been a long time since he'd really laughed. "Mi-na – chan?"
"Ah, screw it." She left his short where they were; mid-calf, and they both laughed as they kissed, Mitsurugi kicking at the futon as he tried getting them all the way off. His knee accidentally brushed against her groin again, evoking a moan mid-laugh. It was both beautiful and hilarious.
He had to scotch up on the bed a little, to position himself just right for her entrance. Mi-na, of course, did not know any of this, so she just gave him a funny look. When she'd finally sheathed him in her warm wetness, he groaned. As she started to thrust, he sighed. His eyes were about ready to roll back in their sockets. He could die a very happy man right now, but he wanted to reach that perfect release, the point when pleasure broke, and for a moment, you were floating.
This time, he came first. His weathered hands dug deep into her hips as his cry resounded through the house. Halfway through, Mi-na's thighs clenched his hips, and she bit his shoulder hard.
"Ouch! Dammit, Mi-na!" He swore, but her only reply was a playful grin. She got off of him collapsing by his side, and accepting the warm embrace.
His arms wrapped tightly around her, he sighed. He wanted to be with Mi-na, forever if she'd let him, so why was he thinking about Taki?
Taki was a horrible woman; Mi-na was Kami's gift to the entire human race. Taki betrayed him all for a job, when he would've given his life for her; Mi-na was immensely loyal, honest, and would fight beside him just as easily as she lay beside him. So why the hell should he think about Taki?
Because he'd loved Taki first. Not as deeply as he loved the woman in bed with him now, but the feeling had always been there. And your first love never really goes away.
"Mi-na – chan?"
"What is it Rugi? I'm trynna sleep…" She murmured groggily, pressing her face against his neck. Her hot breath was both calming and exciting.
"Aishiteru."
Seung Mi-na suddenly lost all feeling in her mouth. She couldn't speak. Not even Korean, her native tongue. "Anata wa, boku mo, aishiteru. Itsumu aishiteru." She finally replied.
"Itsumo ka?" He grunted.(2)
"Forever." She answered. "Now, go to sleep." She commanded, closing her eyes.
"Just one more thing…"
"Okay, okay…"
"Do you ever want to get married, Mi-na?" He knew it was a touchy topic, but he had to know. Even if she didn't think so, she was the perfect wife; she could cook, clean, she was great with children, and if she had any, would they be anything but strong and beautiful, just like their mother?
No. No husband would ever be shamed by a wife like that…(3) But that was probably her answer. No.
"Someday… someday, you will be my husband, Heishiro Mitsurugi…." She mumbled. "But, that day will not be soon."
"Why not?" But as he replied, she was already asleep. "Okay. We'll talk about it in the morning, then?" He guessed, his arm tightening around her waist as he slowly fell asleep beside her.
Footnotes:
Adding 'kun' to the end of a man's name usually means you're intimate, or really close friends. When you're trying to hide a relationship, it's best not to call the other person '-kun' in front of someone.
Loosely translated, and my Japanese isn't that good, Mi-na says "I, too… I love you as well… I will love you forever," and Mitsurugi replies, "Forever?"
Wives very often shamed their husbands over stupid stuff, like ugly children, weak children, wifely skills… Women were blamed for everything. And of course, Mi-na is not a wifely woman (or so she believes. I think she's just afraid of dresses that cover more than half her body).
There. Hope you enjoyed it. Flames are used to roast Taki on a spit. xP.