I am soooooooooooooo sorry I haven't updated! Life has been keeping me really busy. Here, have some lovey-dovey cuteness.
The bent rice stalks gently swayed in their golden loveliness as the breeze twisted through. Manzo worriedly looked out at the peaceful landscape as he sat in front of the rice plantations. His hand nervously picked at the grass he sat on. The Nobuseri would surely be here soon, ready to terrorize them again. There had been no news from Kirara, and everyone was starting to worry. How long would the village have to face the torment of the Nobuseri? Everyone was ready to give up and only a few had hope.
"Look!" A sudden shout went up in the air. On the horizon were eleven silhouettes coming closer and closer to the village. Some could make out Kirara's priestess outfit as well as eight shining swords. Hearts beat faster as joy filled them. The samurai were here, and the original goal of seven samurai was surpassed. Almost everyone forgot the Nobuseri's threat from before.
Almost. Good things must always come to an end, remember?
After all the introductions and settling down, the samurai immediately set to work for the battle ahead. The village men were given training in the bow and arrow as the women banded together to provide provisions. The day rolled by somewhat smoothly. Everyone's anxiety kept them from properly focusing on their tasks, but everyone went to bed ready for the next day.
Kyuzo kept himself distant from everyone else during the after hours. He retreated to the forest with a simple lantern in hand. He had found an abandoned cottage there and made himself comfortable. He didn't need much except for food and a few blankets. Strangely enough, Kiyoshi hadn't joined him yet. He still waited patiently. That was one thing he had had become really good at. Waiting and being patient.
He suddenly noticed a light in his new found house and immediately snuffed his out. He slunk up to the door and was startled by a voice. "You can come in, Kyuzo." The voice was Kiyoshi's and he relaxed noticeably. He slid the door open and shut it behind him. Kiyoshi had made some tea for the two of them and she was sitting cross-legged on the floor, calmly sipping away. The blonde samurai placed his dual swords in a corner and accepted the cup of tea given to him. The moonlight streamed in through an open window and Kyuzo took a moment to gaze at Kiyoshi. The mysterious contrast between the moon's pale light and the fire's soft glow made her skin radiate and her eyes glimmer. She caught him staring and chortled softly. "What is it?" She asked.
"Nothing."
"Then why were you staring?"
"No reason."
"Stop lying."
"It's nothing."
Kiyoshi scooted closer to Kyuzo after setting her cup down. Their fingertips were mere centimeters away from each other. Kyuzo had to fight the urge to just kiss Kiyoshi and to let go of the longing he had contained for all of those years. He sighed and put his head into his hand in exhaustion. He was prepared for Kiyoshi to make a comment of some sort, but he wasn't ready for the hug and gentle kiss on the cheek. Alright, that did it. He snapped.
Kyuzo immediately turned and crashed his lips with hers. Their kiss was filled with intensity and Kyuzo's helpless desire. Kiyoshi immediately reacted by pulling him closer to her as he held her jaw captive. He hesitantly pulled away, breathing a bit heavily, startled by his own actions. "I love you." He said softly and with a genuine tone. "I know... and I love you more." She replied with the faintest of a smile. Kyuzo swished some hair behind her ears and kissed her again, this time with more passion and tenderness. She almost eagerly kissed back and wrapped her arms around his neck.
That night the two went to bed with nothing but love on their minds. Kiyoshi remained nestled in Kyuzo's embrace as he kept her tight against his chest. Could this survive forever?