As Close as Two Can Be
Shinobu twirled a few strands of Motoko’s long black hair around her
finger. She and her lover were sprawled on the long sofa in the
living room of their Kyoto apartment, watching a movie called
“Willow.” “That warrior girl reminds me of you, Toko-chan,” she
purred. “But you are prettier and a stronger fighter.”
“You say such sweet things,” Motoko sighed. She cuddled deeper into
the blue-haired girl’s lap.
“It’s easy; they are all true.
“Say, Toko-chan, can you keep the last weekend of this month free?”
“With a little rearranging, I can. Why?”
“I have somewhere I’d like to take you,” Shinobu answered.
“Really?” Motoko said. “Where might that be?”
“It’s a secret,” Shinobu giggled.
Motoko looked up, her shining brown eyes locking onto Shinobu’s deep
purple eyes. “So mysterious,” she said, her voice low and sexy. She
lightly ran one slender finger along Shinobu’s smooth arm. “You
wouldn’t keep a secret from me, would you?”
Shinobu’s resistance to Motoko’s sensual touch held up for nearly two
seconds-much longer than usual. “Okay! It’s an animation festival!
Aw, blast it. Toko-chan, are you ever going to let me surprise you?”
“Nope, I never will let you. So if you really want to surprise me,
you’ll have to be careful about it,” Motoko advised.
Oh, I will surprise you, Shinobu thought with a concealed grin. When
it counts.
Shinobu had been busy with preparations for the festival for several
months now; but it was closer than ever, consequently, she was busier
than ever. She also had the most important plan of her life to deal
with. As for Motoko, she was always busy. She had taken sole
responsibility for the Shinmei dojo recently. She trained her
students and of course she kept going with her own training. Shinobu
was glad that Motoko was the mistress of the school and wanted her to
do her best, but at one point last week, she’d finally asked Motoko if
she was tired.
“Yes, a little,” the samurai had replied.
Then and there, Shinobu had resolved to help Motoko get at least some
relaxation. “A little” from Motoko was enough to put anyone else in
an exhausted coma.
Shinobu had to admit that she was a tad run down herself. Her job as
a chef in the restaurant of a large four-star hotel kept her fairly
busy. She was drawing a set of pictures that she would auction for
charity as well. In addition, she was looking into buying a small
building and some equipment to possibly open a kitchen of her own.
Her largest concern was taking care of her beloved Motoko; the anime
festival was a part of that.
The weeks sped past. On Friday evening, Shinobu took off from work
early and had dinner ready in the dining room when Motoko came back
from the dojo. The black-haired woman had brought red wine with her,
surprising Shinobu. They ate and bantered casually. Motoko noticed
that Shinobu was even more cheerful than she normally was.
“Okay, spill it, Shinobu-chan.”
“I don’t know what you mean, Toko-chan.”
“Oh yes you do.” Motoko sipped her wine and leveled an inquisitive
stare at her young lover. “You’ve never been able to keep anything
from me.”
“It’s nothing, seriously,” the blue-haired woman answered. Her
chuckling betrayed her.
Motoko leaned across the table and laid her hand over Shinobu’s,
grasping and lifting it gently. The tall warrior put the very tip of
Shinobu’s dainty pinky finger between her lips-
“-You win! I’ve been promoted to supervising chef!” Shinobu
practically shouted. Her face fell. “You’re so mean, Toko-chan; I
wanted to tell you tomorrow.”
“Oh, I’ll make it up to you, darling,” Motoko cooed. “I’m so proud of
you! I’ve never heard of anyone your age becoming a supervisor at
such a classy establishment.”
“Arigatou, but it’s no big deal,” Shinobu said with a slight blush.
“Being the head of a samurai order is much more impressive.
“Still, I may be able to get a little more time off to spend with my
beautiful girlfriend.
“And speaking of that, are you ready to go to the festival?”
Motoko was blushing deeply. “Hai, I’m ready and eager,” she replied.
“When are we leaving?”
“At 0830, if it’s all right.”
“I’ll get to sleep in! You bet it’s a deal.”
After the meal, Motoko put on a classical music album that featured
lovely panpipes. Shinobu lit two sticks of jasmine incense. Motoko
stood, relaxed, in the center of the thick rug and closed her eyes.
Shinobu slowly and carefully removed the strong fighter’s training
pants and shirt, then her chemise, then her panties. She took hold of
Motoko’s warm hand and guided her to the mattress, where Motoko lay
face down. Shinobu pulled Motoko’s socks from her feet, leaving her
completely naked. The blue-haired girl deliberately poured juniper
massage oil over the length of Motoko’s powerful body. The sheen of
the samurai’s skin was nearly a physical force, delaying the skilled
chef’s hands. Shinobu gently touched Motoko’s graceful neck.
“Relax, my gorgeous lover,” she whispered, causing the woman beneath
her to shiver. Shinobu worked with wonderful precision and delicacy,
freeing Motoko of her stress, her worries, and her physical weariness.
Her healing fingers and palms released the samurai’s tension. Her
loving touch soothed every part of Motoko’s tired body, leaving her
feeling refreshed and content.
“Feeling better?” Shinobu asked quietly.
Motoko turned over and gazed into the small woman’s purple eyes with
pure love. “Aishiteru, Shinobu.”
“Aishiteru, Toko-chan.”
The warrior’s strong arms pulled Shinobu into a tight embrace. The
couple kissed very gently, conveying their love for each other with
soft, damp lips. Together, they removed Shinobu’s clothing and
embraced once more. Their lovemaking was slow, wordless, and
fulfilling. It lasted for over an hour. Then they rose, took towels,
and soaked in a luxurious bath. They cleansed themselves in near
silence.
At length, they returned to the bedroom and lay down for the night.
“If it wasn’t for you, Shinobu-chan, I would’ve gone insane ages ago.
You saved me. I need you more than anything else.”
As she did every night they were together, Shinobu rested her arm
across Motoko’s waist. She brushed a few strands of hair away from
Motoko’s face. “I need you, Toko-chan. I want you, I need you, and
best of all, I have you.”
Their dreams began a few minutes later, and they were sweet indeed.
The next morning, the two women drove to the spacious festival site.
Shinobu had wanted to attend as her favorite manga character, but
Motoko objected, saying that she was infinitely more kawaii as
herself. At Shinobu’s insistence, their first stop was the main
concession stand. The petite woman tried to look in on the operation
without being noticed-
“Maehara-sensei!” a girl called out.
“I’ve got such terrible luck,” Shinobu grumbled as she put a hand to
her face.
“Shinobu-chan? Um, what’s going on?” Motoko asked.
A girl of about 18 or 19 with short brown hair and small, wire-framed
glasses skipped toward them. “Everything’s going smoothly,
Maehara-sensei, thanks to your help. You were-“
“-Please don’t call me that; we’re the same age. Shinobu will do.”
She turned quickly to Motoko. “Gomen ne, Toko-chan, I should have
told you that I played an instrumental role in planning the food
service here.”
“Don’t be silly,” Motoko laughed. “I’d just like to know where you
found the time.”
“Oh, she comes in during-“
“-Watch it, those nikumans are about to fall!” Shinobu interrupted
forcefully, making the young lady scurry back behind the counter.
“Er, you see,” she told Motoko, “I only work five days a week, not six
like you.”
“Well yes, that’s true. But on that one day, you do several extra
things,” Motoko pointed out.
“I can do a lot while you’re away at training,” Shinobu smirked.
“Really?” the tall woman said with growing respect and suspicion.
“Anyway, I’ll introduce you to Meili properly and make sure things are
going well and then we need to start having fun.”
And they did. They had a blast. They went to early screenings of
several new anime series. They watched a costume contest. A local
mangaka sketched them. (“You draw us better,” Motoko had remarked.)
They played a few new videogames. They ate good food. They even saw
a live band performance.
“These things are great fun!” Motoko said to Shinobu. “I’m glad you
asked me to go with you.”
“My pleasure,” Shinobu said, failing to stifle a yawn.
“Oh, my poor Shinobu-chan, you’re tired, aren’t you?”
“Just a little.”
“Come on, I’ll drive us home.”
“But you hate driving!”
“I insist.”
Shinobu was grateful for the favor; she really was much more tired
than she’d let on to Motoko. Almost as soon as they got into the car,
the blue-haired girl laid her head on the young samurai’s legs. She
struggled against sleep but it was no use. She was breathing deeply
and traveling through dreams a few minutes into the ride. Motoko
noticed immediately. She smiled and ran her fingers through the
girl’s fine blue hair. “It’s my turn to take care of you, my love,”
she whispered.
Shinobu half-woke just as the car stopped at their apartment building.
“Are we there?” she asked blearily.
“Hai,” Motoko confirmed. “Don’t get up. I’ve got you.” The samurai
gathered her young lover tenderly into her arms. She walked to their
room, carrying Shinobu easily. Once she set the sleeping woman on the
mattress, she realized how tired she was herself. She took off
Shinobu’s shoes and socks, then her own socks, and lay on the soft
bed, covering herself and her girlfriend with a light cotton blanket.
Motoko fell asleep almost at once.
“Rise and shine!” Shinobu said energetically the next morning.
“Here’s your breakfast.”
The two young women ate, bathed, and dressed, talking happily all the
while. “This isn’t the first time you’ve gone to one of these things,
is it?” Motoko asked.
“No. I used to go all the time. This particular convention is the
biggest in the area. I had to take you to this one. Only the best
for you.”
“I appreciate it,” Motoko said thoughtfully. “I can already see how
these festivals could become addictive.”
“We’ve still got more to see and do today,” Shinobu reminded. “We
didn’t get to all of it yesterday.”
“I’m ready!”
“Excellent.”
They arrived only slightly later than they had the day before.
Shinobu took the lead and they set off for the dealers’ tables first.
Motoko was astounded by the volume and variety of items for sale. She
knew two or three of Shinobu’s favorite animes, but most things she
pointed out Shinobu already owned. “I had not idea you were such a
fan girl,” Motoko commented wryly as they passed a display of plushies
that Shinobu had.
“Hmph,” the shorter girl responded. Just then, they saw a display of
weapons and armor. Motoko gasped. “You’re drooling, dear,” Shinobu
teased. “I guess we’ve both got our weaknesses, ne?”
Motoko sweatdropped.
From the dealers’ rooms, they went back to the screening rooms to
catch a few new episodes of an action-packed anime. Then Shinobu
suggested visiting the local artists’ hall of work. Motoko was
surprised that there were so many different styles that the artists
used. She bought two of the drawings, intending to hang them on the
walls of her office at the dojo.
“The charity auction is going to start soon,” the young chef informed
her companion. “It’s in the room right next to this one and I’m kind
of anxious to see it.”
“Let’s go then,” Motoko said, joining hands with Shinobu.
Many of the drawings and paintings were very good. Eventually, the
auctioneer’s assistant held up a drawing that took Motoko’s breath
away. “Sugoi,” she murmured. “Isn’t that beautiful?” It was a scene
where two girls of about seven or eight were running hand-in-hand
through a lily-spangled meadow.
“Oh, it’s pretty good,” Shinobu said, turning pink.
“’Field of Happiness,’ by Maehara Shinobu,” the auctioneer called.
“Let’s start the bidding at 2500 yen.”
“You donated that piece!” Motoko said with stars in her eyes. “You’re
brilliant, Shinobu-chan. I should’ve recognized the style right
off-I’ve seen plenty of your drawings of me and of us together.”
Shinobu blushed until she was red as an apple.
When the auction was finished, the young ladies had a late lunch and
went back to the game room.
It was evening when Shinobu’s watch alarm beeped. “They’re about to
have the closing ceremony,” the blue-haired woman said. “Let’s go; we
shouldn’t miss it.”
Awards came first, including best costumes, best artist, and many
other categories. Then there were several performances. Those
involved gave it their all; the songs were touching and the skits were
hilarious. Then the director of the festival picked up the microphone
and started calling people up to the stage to thank them.
“I also have to thank an extremely sweet and talented young woman who
helped a lot with the planning and layout of the convention. She was
also involved in the concessions and the banquet. Maehara-san, would
you come up here, please?”
“Don’t get too comfortable,” Shinobu giggled to Motoko as she stood.
She strode calmly up to the stage.
“I have to thank you, sir,” Shinobu told the director, “for another
terrific festival. I am glad that I could help. I did this for
myself, for all of you, but especially for one person. “Toko-chan,
would you please come here?” She beckoned.
Motoko felt searing heat beneath her cheeks as she joined Shinobu
onstage.
“If I did anything well, this woman deserves as much credit as I do,”
Shinobu announced. “She inspires me. She supports me. I do my best
for her.”
Suddenly, Motoko noticed Shinobu holding a small box. The blue-haired
woman dropped to one knee and lightly grasped the samurai’s hand with
her free hand. She held the open box toward her black-haired lover,
displaying a diamond ring.
“Aishiteru, Aoyama Motoko. Will you marry me?”
Joyous tears ran down Motoko’s cheeks. “Yes. There’s nothing I would
rather do.” She helped Shinobu to her feet. The couple kissed and
most of the audience applauded wildly. Motoko slipped the ring onto
her finger.
When the closing ceremony ended a few minutes later, Motoko and
Shinobu were swamped with well-wishers.
“-talk about courage!”
“-such beautiful love-“
“-hope for only the best for you both-“
“That was so romantic-“
“-an adorable couple.”
“Congratulations!” two familiar voices sang out.
“Kaolla-chan! Kitsune-san!” Shinobu and Motoko exclaimed in unison.
Hugs were freely exchanged between the four excited, happy women.
“Wow,” Kaolla said. “I knew that you two were serious, but this…it’s
wonderful!”
Kitsune took Shinobu aside hastily. “I figured that there was a
reason you were hinting during your phone call that Kaolla and I
should be here,” the brown-haired woman said in a low voice.
Shinobu spoke conspiratorially. “Of course you caught that. When do
you propose to Su?”
Kitsune’s face turned scarlet. “We’ll-we’ll see…” she stammered.
It was more than an hour before they managed to break away from all
the interested people and head for home.
“My fondest wish has come true,” Shinobu said while Motoko locked
their apartment door. “It’s been a perfect day. Now we ought to get
some sleep, my love, because-“
Motoko cut off Shinobu’s sentence with a deep kiss. She grabbed the
hem of the shorter woman’s dress and pulled it up and over her head.
“I’d say that you’ve made my dreams come true, but I would be lying,”
she murmured into Shinobu’s ear as she continued undressing her.
“You’re much better than all the good dreams I’ve ever had. Today,
you did the bravest, most romantic thing I’ll ever see. And there’s
also the matter of this enormous diamond on my finger…gomen ne,
Shinobu-chan, but there will be no sleep for you tonight. In fact,
you might never sleep again!”
The hours until sunrise flew by in a haze of ecstatic lovemaking.
Motoko was sending Shinobu to bliss yet again when her alarm clock
began buzzing.
With reluctance that bordered on physical pain, the two women finally
parted to begin their day. Neither Shinobu nor Motoko felt tired
during their work, just a little distracted and totally in love. The
time seemed like nothing while each young woman was on the other’s
mind. As soon as Shinobu finished at the restaurant, she raced home
and prepared a romantic dinner for herself and Motoko.
“I’m home, my fiancée!” Motoko greeted as she stepped through the
apartment door.
“I’m glad to see you, my fiancée!” Shinobu responded, rushing forward
to kiss the tall warrior. “Dinner is nearly ready.”
“I’ll put on some music then,” Motoko offered.
The two ladies discussed their future while they ate. “I do have a
small problem,” Motoko confessed. “Traditionally, the head of the
Shinmei School has been single. My sister and I are the only Aoyamas
left, however; and my sister is already married.”
“What will you do?” Shinobu asked with a small frown.
“Hey now, don’t you worry! Ever! I love you. You come before
everything else. I will simply consult with my sister, that’s all,”
Motoko said.
“But the school-“
“-There are lots of schools. There is only one woman I love and one
woman who loves me. If I have to choose, I choose you. It’s no
contest! But I won’t have to choose. Trust me.”
Shinobu smiled. “I do trust you. When are you going to talk to your
sister?”
“On Sunday,” the fighter answered.
“I will go with you.”
That Sunday morning, Shinobu was a little nervous as she and her
fiancée prepared to visit the elder Aoyama. She straightened the bow
in Motoko’s hair. “You look every centimeter a samurai,” Shinobu
chirped, “the most beautiful samurai anyone’s ever seen.”
“You look exquisite,” Motoko responded. “Be calm; I’m sure she’ll
love you.” The couple removed their shoes and stepped into Motoko’s
sister’s house.
“It’s been a while, but luckily not too long,” the dark-haired woman
at the end of the hallway said. “I’m glad that you came for a visit,
little sister.”
“I’m very happy to see you, big sister!” Motoko cried, clasping the
slightly taller woman in a bear hug. “I regret that I am coming to
you with a problem.”
“For someone who has a problem, you sure seem happy,” the older lady
remarked as she raised an eyebrow.
“The cause of my happiness is also the cause of the dilemma. I’m
getting married, you see.”
“Not this again,” Motoko’s sister snickered.
“I’m serious this time,” Motoko stated evenly.
“Hmm…well, I need to see trouble before I believe it.”
Motoko held out her hand, displaying the diamond engagement ring. Her
sister gasped.
“Wow. Whoever gave you this has money. I trust that is not your
reason?”
“Of course not.”
“Good! But why didn’t he come here with you?”
“She did.”
“How are you, um, Shinobu, right? Why did you come in the place of-“
Suddenly, the truth dawned on the warrior.
“We would like your blessing,” Shinobu said with a respectful bow.
“B-but…this is a joke, right?”
“It’s no joke!” Motoko yelled with a flash of anger. “Why would I,
the mistress of Shinmei School, be pulling some sophomoric prank? I
love this woman!”
“Don’t get upset, Toko-chan,” Shinobu said soothingly. She laid her
hand on Motoko’s shoulder. She looked her fiancée’s sister in the
eye. “I hope you will-“
“-Shut up, baka,” the older woman said coldly.
“Take that back,” Motoko grated. “Now.”
“You’ve disgraced Shinmei-“
“-Stop it!” Shinobu said vehemently, running from Motoko’s side to get
between the two warrior women. “Did Motoko do this to you before you
got married?”
“I married a man!”
“A man who loves you, right? I love Motoko. How is it any different?
Let’s talk this over, please.”
“To hell with talk. I challenge you to a duel.”
“I won’t allow that!” Motoko exclaimed. “What the matter with you,
anyway? Of course you’d win, just as Shinobu would handily defeat you
in a cooking contest.”
“I’m the elder sister; I have issued a challenge to her suitor.”
“Why don’t you-“
“-What are the terms?” Shinobu asked earnestly.
“Blade versus blade. Winner draws first blood. Setting will be my
outdoor arena, here.”
“The stakes?”
“Shinobu, don’t do this,” Motoko pleaded.
“I should at least listen,” the petite woman answered. “What are the
stakes?”
“If you win, you wed Motoko with my blessing. If you lose, there is
no marriage.”
“Quit trying to bully my fiancée,” Motoko ordered. “If you want a
fight, fight me.”
“You got lucky last time, thanks to the cursed Hina sword. I won’t
hold back this time. If I fight you, it is to the death.”
“I accept your challenge,” Shinobu stated quietly.
“No! Shinobu!”
“It’s too late, Motoko; she accepted.”
“I accepted for her sake and mine,” Shinobu stated. “I won’t be the
reason she kills her sister.
“But I must say that I overestimated your wisdom. You are trying to
fight love. You cannot beat that, no matter how strong or skillful
you are.
“Motoko and I came here to look after the fate of the Shinmei School.
I hope that once this is over, we can discuss that.”
“You are eloquent,” the elder Aoyama said with a trace of admiration.
“You will fight from that corner, marked with green. I will fight
from this corner, marked with blue. The battle will begin in ten
minutes.”
Motoko’s sister began stretching. This would be a ridiculously easy
fight. She glanced over at Shinobu’s corner…
Shinobu wiped a tear from Motoko’s eye. They kissed tenderly. It
wasn’t a particularly long or deep kiss, but it was undoubtedly a kiss
between two lovers who would die for each other. The tall samurai
hadn’t expected to see that.
“May I use your sword?” Shinobu asked her lover.
“Shinobu,” Motoko’s voice shook, “how did it come to this? I can’t
tell you how sorry I am.”
“You have no reason to apologize.”
“But you could be hurt! I’m so scared.”
“Don’t be scared,” the blue-haired girl said with a small smile. She
wiped a tear from her fiancée’s eye. “I promise you that I will be
all right.”
Motoko drew Shinobu into a kiss, not knowing that her sister was
watching and starting to wonder if maybe she was wrong and they were
right. Motoko handed Shinobu her sword.
“You shouldn’t have to fight her.”
“Sooner or later, we’ve all got to fight. If you aren’t worth
fighting for, nothing is.” Shinobu crouched in her best approximation
of Motoko’s ready stance.
That’s almost the correct posture, Motoko’s sister thought as she
looked at Shinobu. She must watch my sister a lot. The elder Aoyama
struck the fight gong.
The duelists started towards each other. There was no fear in
Shinobu’s eyes, just a bit of sadness. Motoko’s sister disarmed
Shinobu in the first pass, sending the sword flying out of the ring.
Shinobu ran after it, but her opponent’s long legs outdistanced her
and she was knocked to the ground.
“Yield.”
“I will not.”
The tall warrior brought her sword’s tip to within a millimeter of
Shinobu’s throat. “If I take first blood, I will take it from here.
Yield!”
There was still no fear in Shinobu’s purple eyes. “Never.”
The older woman’s vision suddenly blurred with tears. “Then I yield,”
she whispered. She extended her hand and helped the shorter woman up
from the grass. “I see that you do love Motoko-fiercely, beyond
reason. Therefore, I must apologize to you. Gomen nasai.”
You are protective of your little sister; I can understand that. I
forgive you, Aoyama-san.”
Motoko rushed to Shinobu and delivered an immense hug to the
blue-haired girl. “My courageous warrior,” she sighed as a single
tear ran down her face.
“Yes, you are truly brave,” her sister agreed. “You would have been
an invincible samurai if you had been raised as my sister and I were.
“Please, join me for lunch. We have many things to talk about, I
think.”
The trio entered the long, plain house together. Motoko’s sister
started making the meal and Shinobu insisted on helping. Once they
sat down to eat…
“It’s wonderful!” the oldest woman praised Shinobu. “Did you say you
were a cook?”
“She is the supervising chef at Kaman’ri Hotel,” Motoko proudly
stated.
“My goodness, and you’re so young! So the way to Motoko’s heart is
through her stomach, ne?”
Both lovers sweatdropped. “I-I’m not that good,” Shinobu said. “But
I’m glad you approve.”
“And that’s not the way to my heart, thank you!” Motoko huffed. “She
won me the same way she convinced you: with her courage.”
Shinobu glowed with embarrassed pleasure. “Now, about Shinmei…”
“Yes,” the sisters said together, looking serious.
“I need your guidance, big sister,” Motoko said. “The fact is that we
have no bachelorettes left. But there must be a way to keep the
school open. Isn’t there?”
“I think so,” her sister smiled. “Do you know what the original
reason for a single teacher was? It was because the school’s founders
believed that a family would require too much time of the mistress or
master. That may be true, but…”
“…Please, go on,” Motoko urged. She and her fiancée were hanging on
every word.
“If the school had two teachers…”
“What a terrific idea!” Shinobu exclaimed. “If you would teach with
Toko-chan-“
“Is that allowed?” Motoko asked.
“I don’t know. I am the older sister, but only the mistress of the
school can decide that.”
“The concept is sound,” Motoko said. “We would have to operate as
equals, or it wouldn’t work. Would you accept the position?”
The elder Aoyama pursed her lips. “It would mean quitting my job as a
librarian-“
“-You’re a librarian?” Shinobu burst out. She tried and failed to
suppress her laughter. Motoko’s sister shot her an icy glare.
“You probably think it’s not suitable for someone like me? I’m good
at it, I’ll have you know,” she stated, taking mock-offense. In spite
of all her discipline, she smiled and then started laughing with
Shinobu, and Motoko after a moment.
“As you were saying?” the blue-haired girl chuckled once the laughing
fit had passed.
“Yes, it would mean quitting my job, getting back in shape, and
working out a few other pesky details, but I think I could agree to
teach at the school. We really ought to share the responsibility,
actually.” The woman with the dark brown hair sipped her tea, then
continued speaking.
“As long as the quality of lessons stays high, I don’t anticipate
problems for the Shinmei School. We’ve got a great reputation.
“Now we can stop worrying about that for a bit and press on to the
next-more enjoyable-topic, which is the marriage. First, I must claim
my right, as my sister’s oldest relative, to give her away. When were
you planning on having the ceremony?”
“The second or third Friday of April,” Motoko answered.
“That will be so beautiful, in early spring,” the older woman sighed.
“What kind of service will it be?”
For more than two hours, the women discussed the wedding and
surrounding events. All traces of their earlier tension had vanished.
Eventually Motoko had to remind the other two ladies of the time. The
fiancées got up to leave, and an overpowering curiosity struck the
older Aoyama. “Forgive me, Shinobu-san, but I’d like to talk to
Motoko in private for a short while.”
“Okay. I’ll be waiting out front, Toko-chan.”
Motoko was suddenly very wary. Her sister had a strange look on her
face. “Nani?” Motoko asked.
“Shinobu is really something. She’s a wonderful cook, brave, gentle,
wise, and obviously a knockout. But…I know you. You’re a very
physical person. So at the risk of rudeness, how is she?”
“I don’t under-“
Suddenly, Motoko’s eyes widened and her face reddened.
“Blessed kami-sama! Are you asking what I think you are asking?”
The elder Aoyama secretly enjoyed watching her sister blush. She
nodded slowly. “Of course, you don’t have to tell me.”
“You’re right, I don’t!” Motoko crossed her arms over her chest and
indignantly flipped her hair over her shoulder. She carefully watched
from the corner of her eye. As her sister started to turn away,
Motoko rushed forward on silent feet.
“She’s like wildfire,” Motoko whispered into her sister’s ear. “She
delivers huge bundles of pleasure, and never just one. Usually, more
than three.” Then it was Motoko’s turn to watch her sister blush.
“Whoa. That good, is she?” the taller samurai said in a small voice.
“Her tongue is the chariot to paradise.”
“Okay! I get the picture!”
Motoko noticed that when they met with Shinobu, it wasn’t easy for her
sister to look Shinobu in the eye.
“What did you tell her?” the shorter woman demanded as she drove
herself and Motoko back toward Kyoto.
“I told her that, as a lover, you can work miracles.”
“Toko-chan!”
“Don’t blame me; she asked.”
“She did?”
“Hai.”
“Well.” Shinobu thought for a moment. “I didn’t expect that; but I
guess it proves that we got her to see us as what we are.”
“True.”
“’Miracles,’ you said? I guess you figured that I’d notice her
discomfiture and ask about it. Trying to flatter me, ne?”
“Um…”
Shinobu grinned lasciviously. “It worked. I hope you didn’t want any
sleep tonight.”
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