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IV.
Rain dripped down her face, rolling between the slick folds, creases and narrow trenches of her skin. It waterfalled from her outstretched fingers, plummeted dangerously from the tip of her chin, and dammed from the corners of her squinted eyes.
The rising steam, where it hadn't been separated, divided and nullified by the rain, made her hair cling to her neck and shoulders while the upswept sections displayed the long, slender column of her throat and neck.
He had come to fetch water for the village, just another of their errand-boys, and had been forced to take a shortcut through the forest, near the hot springs, to access the river, but he had been entranced by the white-haired beauty on the way.
It was in this fleeting glimpse of the bathing maiden that Daichi felt he had found enlightenment. To see such a creature in such an intimate way, he must be very lucky, and have pleased the gods in some way.
Daichi smiled dreamily as the fair-headed woman showed her back to him, and he turned away, water forgotten.
(Just to clear one thing up. This bathing female figure... it was Sesshoumaru whom our humbled errand-boy saw bathing in the hot springs. I really like the first two… stanzas (if you can call them that, 'cause they're not quite paragraphs). How was your Halloween, if you celebrated? I went as me. Very fun. – Incomprehensible)