Perhaps my mind would remember the old craft better if I were to take to page again. Forgive me, It has been at least four or more years since I picked up this blade. The most writing I've done in the meantime is four sentences a day (sometimes not even that) of a mood log of sorts. And it's not for lack of muse trying. So I apologize in advance and also warn not to be expectant of anything. Back in those days, I had something to prove. Now, I really am doing this to see if I still have it.
Let us start with something well worn but still well loved, at least in my heart. You will not find passionate embraces and blood-quickening love making here. As was my hallmark. I do not think I am truly up to it now. Erotica is not what is needed here. And while it was always a great strength, it was also a means to bind and tie just to that form. And while the passion of young women intensely in love with each other and very much eager to prove it gives me an easy time. Let's try something a bit more intricate and about ten times more meaningful.
New York City
Manhattan High Rise
28th – December – 2022
11:30 PM
"Time has a way of making itself known. And I cant say I'm thrilled with it." Shizuma stated as she combed though her hair. Up until about ten years ago she had kept it long like she had when she was a young girl. Even though her early corporate life she kept it long. And because of this many, many, many young kohais, both male and female, over the years had taken a shine to her.
Shizuma had been confessed to a few times and someone even attempted seducing her once. All of this she took as flattery, especially the last part. But she had always been gentle with all of them. Because her life belonged to only to the one that won her heart all those years ago on that hill.
"You know, I've always told you that you are not aging. And here you are pushing forty and I'm sorry my love, I lied to be a good sport." Nagisa said with a light chuckle. Thankfully to Shizuma being the main breadwinner. Even though neither of them had to work after Shizuma's parents had passed about five years ago. Nagisa had found the typical socialite venue as downright sleep worthy. Granted she had taken some wild vacations with Shizuma over the years. But in more recent times, they decided to just take a semi-permanent break. Nagisa was finally able to pull Shizuma away from the office.
And then, rather wife-like, she made an edict: no working for at least a year. And then made arrangements to live in Manhattan with Shizuma. Money was not a factor though in past years Nagisa might have seen herself taking a less flashy course? It must have been all those years of being a corporate wife that she gained a taste for the more classier things. Nagisa was finding luxury increasingly more comfortable.
"I always knew it was a lie. I just went along with it because it was what you told me." Shizuma said as she took her comb to her page haircut. Attempting to fluff it up in the front.
"Did you now? But, I suppose that I am getting my comeuppance as it were. Youth is leaving us, Shizuma. I am also just shy of forty and the gray army is starting to invade." Nagisa stated as she lifted her bangs and noticed several gray strands peaking up from her scalp. She then sat up on the edge of the bed and began brushing her hair. It seemed to be a trade between them, Shizuma went shorter and Nagisa went longer. The latter's hair now reaching to between her shoulders and almost to the small of her back.
"And you'll not correct it in any way, I'll not have it. Nagisa, I made a promise to you back then, and I hold to it now. I love you more than any other. I think that it took Kaori passing for me to realize what it was like to lose something irreplaceable. As such, I will be yours, forever, even after we die, even after our bodies turn to plants and feed the animals. I will still love you, and only you. For as long as I can still think and still remember. Your love, it etched itself into my soul. I can never love anyone else." Shizuma said as she crossed the room, sat across from Nagisa and leaned in to kiss her.
The guffaws that came forth from Nagisa she did not expect.
"Love, you sound like a love-sick school girl. My love 'etched itself'? I know how much you love romance novels. But we are not the young maidens we once were. Also, I can't … hahaha!" Nagisa doubled over and took in an inelegant sharp breath and then continued to laugh. "Hahahaha!"
"What are you still laughing about?" Nagisa said with a terseness.
"You! You and your sappy romance novels! Hahaha! If Tamao Suzumi could see you now! She might even begrudge you friendship on principal! Hahaha!"
Shizuma sat for a moment without retort before she looked into Nagisa's eyes as if she were a wounded rabbit.
"Oh no! No, no, no, no! The hurt bunny look doesn't even make me feel the least bit bad. I know, I'm an evil woman. Clasp me in irons and take me away…" Nagisa said as she finally started to calm down.
"I would clasp you in irons, and then chain you for weeks." Shizuma said with a wolfish grin.
"Oh no you won't! All that high class food you've had fed to me over the last twenty years, I've become addicted to it. Specifically cappuccinos. I'll snap chains lest I not have my mocha latte in the morning. Coffee is better than sex!" Nagisa said as she glared at Shizuma playfully.
"I never thought I'd see the day when I'd be beaten by a by a cup of hot grind water and steamed milk." Shizuma stated as she glared back.
"Oh? You insult the nectar of Hecate herself?! Fool! You know not what you do." Nagisa said upping the anti.
"No, my love, you are the one who knows not what she does. Coffee is what the laymen drink because they cannot have tea!" Shizuma stated not backing down.
"Tea? Again? Really? You know the Americans threw their tea into a harbor rather than pay taxes on it." Nagisa said informatively.
"I also remember that they dressed like the savages they were. But still, coffee is better than sex? For how many years now have you trembled in my arms…" Shizuma started to say but was cut off.
"We're not going there! I don't care what sort of romantic mumbo-jumbo you try to entice me with. I've got an idea." Nagisa stated.
"What knocks the dust loose from the shelves of your mind my love?" Shizuma said with a smirk.
"Keep on talking about how dusty my mind is and you'll never see any skin from me again." Nagisa said flatly. "A walk in the park! It's going to be mid-day soon. I would like to visit that peanut vendor in the center of the park and then feed the squirrels."
"To think my family fortune would be squandered on peanuts to feed rodents." Shizuma said with mock disdain.
"Those 'rodents' are the same ones you lean into my shoulder while we sit on the bench and tell me how cute they are and how you like to see them run about." Nagisa stated parrying Shizuma's statement.
Shizuma didn't say anything, she just leaned over and placed her head on Nagisa's shoulder.
"We're not at the park yet…" Nagisa said with a small grin.
"I know." Shizuma said as she closed her eyes.
"You know that we can't do anything if you decide to go to sleep." Nagisa said as she closed her eyes and leaned her head on top of Shizuma's.
"I'm practicing for in another twenty years." Shizuma replied.
"We can truly indulge in cronehood then. I shall have a cat." Nagisa stated
"Hmm…" Shizuma returned.
"Actually I will have a clowder of cats." Nagisa said as she used her left hand to trace Shizuma's left ear lightly.
"Only if they stay off my bed." Shizuma murmured.
Yeah, I could have kept going for days. I guess I do still have it.
