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Ninja Gaiden Koibito	By : Tycho Category: +A through F > Dead or Alive Views: 202668 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Ninja Quest: Sight Unseen

“May I speak to your father in private, Ryu?” She asked softly. “This matter is now between him and me.”

Ryu stood and bowed to his father. “Please hear her out, Father.”

And with that, Ryu swept from the room.

Jo Hayabusa remained seated; the band across his ruined eyes did nothing to lessen his imposing presence. He waited, letting his other senses paint a picture of the woman his son had brought before him.

He could smell pleasant lavender, some perfume of high quality surely. He had heard her enter but only just; the woman carried herself with poise and delicacy. This was no ninja, but she was obviously highly disciplined, likely trained in traditional Japanese arts of decorum that augmented an innate gracefulness and demure nature. Her voice was mature and finely enunciated, with a modern Japanese accent. Her breathing was steady but deep. She was calm, but there was a definite note of anticipation as she drew her breath. Confident in herself but not conceded, this woman was excited. It occurred to Jo that this excitement was aimed at him, and that made him chuckle.

“Is something funny, Mr. Hayabusa?” she asked, sounding amused.

“You must me Miyako.” Jo bowed his head in greeting. He heard her quick intake of breath.

“How did you know who I was?” She asked, a smile in her voice. She was surprised but impressed.

“My son is a man of few words, but he told me of you. Of the women he described, your voice and bearing could belong only to you.” He explained in his deep, resonate tone.

“He must have told you about my daughter Kokoro.” Miyako said coyly. “I have seen that her education and social graces are the equal of my own. May I ask what differentiated her from myself?”

“You are not a young woman.” Jo said simply.

Miyako laughed, and Jo was intrigued that it sounded completely genuine.

“Do I sound old?” she asked, the smile still in her voice.

“Not old.” Jo shook his head. “Simply not young. You are a woman in her prime. Vibrant but controlled. Steel must be tempered with heat to be worthy of being a blade; so too must a girl live life to be worthy of being a woman.”

He heard her take in a shuddering breath, and he could hear her swallow in the stillness of the room.

“I did not expect Ryu’s father to be a poet.” Miyako said quietly.

“There is poetry in life. It falls to us to see it.” Jo shrugged. “Why are you here?”

“I can give you the Dragon Essence...”

“I know the utility of your goal.” Jo interrupted. “But why are asking to lay with a man you do not know?”

“Oh, but I think I do know you.” Miyako said. Her soft footfalls told Jo that she approached. He then heard the fabric of her clothes whisper as she knelt down in front of him. “I know your son. If you are half the man he is, I would be a fool not to desire you. Ryu wishes you to be given the Dragon Essence, so if he deems you worthy, you are worthy.”

“My late wife…”

“Mr. Hayabusa.” Miyako cut him off sternly. The smile was gone from her tone, now filled with a hard edge of anger. “Did you mean what you said about me? That I am a mature woman?”

Jo nodded, a bit flustered at Miyako’s boldness.

“Then you should know that I outgrew a girl’s jealousy years ago. I respect your wife’s memory; she was the woman who bore Ryu Hayabusa in her womb, who delivered him to the world. You should know that I have no intention of competing with her, nor your memory of her. There are only two people in this room, Jo Hayabusa.” She said with a fiery finality.

Jo sat in silence and darkness, struck by Miyako’s frankness. “It has been a long time since any woman dared speak to me in such a way.” He smiled. “I have missed it.”

“Then we are agreed?” Miyako asked, the smile back in her voice.

“We are.” He nodded, then took a deep breath and sighed. “It has been many years, however, and without my sight…”

“I will take it from here.” Miyako whispered.

Jo listened to the faint rustling of cloth, the soft friction of laces sliding and buttons slipping undone. The smell of Miyako’s perfume grew more intense, and Jo knew this to mean more of her skin was now exposed to the air. Then he heard her clothing woosh through the air and across the room, settling softly on the floorboards. The floorboards creaked in front of him, and Jo felt Miyako’s gentle fingers on the back of his hand. She pulled his hand up and forward and he felt her soft cheek against his palm. He brought his other hand up, carefully cupping Miyako’s face in his hands. He felt the contours of her cheekbones, the angle of her jaw, and the line of her brow.

“You are a beautiful woman.” Jo spoke softly, his gruff voice like sounding like pebbles crunching under a boot. He felt Miyako’s smile in his hands.

Suddenly he pulled his hands free of her and rose to his feet. Miyako gasped in surprise.

“Stand.” Jo ordered, his voice husky. He heard Miyako comply instantly, the quiet friction of her skin audible to his finely trained ears. “I want to see all of you.”

He reached out, finding Miyako’s face and then gently sliding his hands down her cheeks and over her slender neck. Miyako’s pulse was quick at her throat, and her breathing was rapid but controlled. His hands moved to her shoulders and down along the lengths of her arms. They were surprisingly firm for a woman, but Jo remembered what Ryu had said of the Dragon Essence’s ability to hone one’s physique. His hands then met hers, and her fingers entwined with his with a warm, firm grasp. Then Miyako’s hands grasped his wrists and his hands back up and, for a moment, Jo felt a wonderful heat radiating against his palms. Then the warmth was joined by the soft, pliant flesh of Miyako’s breasts filling his hands. She pressed his hands against her forcefully, and Jo felt the natural yielding of a woman’s bosom.

“Oooh…” Miyako cooed, leaning into his ministrations. The pleasure in her voice stirred Jo’s blood in a way he had long forgotten.

“It has been so long.” Jo spoke under his breath. He squeezed, kneading Miyako’s breasts in his grasp.

“Ahh!” Miyako moaned, her hands gently stroking Jo’s as he massaged her twin orbs.

With a great deal of willpower, Jo slowly slid his hands from her breasts, down over the smooth expanse of Miyako’s belly. He knelt down on one knee, and let his hands roam around to her lower back. Then his palms were suddenly filled with the fullness of Miyako’s derriere. Her backside was sculpted wondrously, and Jo gripped her exquisite butt in both hands, digging his fingers into her glutes.

“Haha!” Miyako laughed, her voice thick with desire despite her laughter. “Your hands are strong, Jo Hayabusa!”

Reluctantly, Jo forced his hands from Miyako’s backside and down around her seemingly endless thighs, smooth as glass and warm as a summer’s day. Her toned calves gave way to her graceful feet, and then Jo got back to his feet.

“Lovely.” Jo said simply. He could now picture Miyako’s voluptuous body in his mind’s eye, and she was a classic Japanese beauty.

“My turn.” Miyako said.

Without comment, Jo reached down and untied his robe’s belt. He tossed the fabric aside and the cool air of the evening met his chest and legs. Only his simple undergarment covered his loins.

“Magnificent,” Miyako whispered, and then her fingers were on his chest, tracing the edges of his pectorals and the individual lines of his abs. “There is no question where Ryu learned his physical discipline.” She said, her voice admiring. Then Jo felt her fingers reach his under garment and there was a quick pressure around his waist, the ripping of fabric and suddenly the undergarment was gone. Miyako gasped with delight, and Jo heard the lust dripping from her voice as she said. “Truly like father, like son.”

A wonderful moist heat smashed against Jo’s mouth; Miyako’s tender lips. He felt her generous breasts compress into his chest and the smooth curve of her belly pressed against his abs. He also felt a great heat against his groin, and he knew it to be Miyako’s aroused womanhood. He breathed in her scent as she kissed him, his senses full of her, and he hungered for more. Jo permitted Miyako’s tongue entrance to his mouth, and returned her passionate kiss with his own. Their tongues tussled, both seeming to remember how it was done after decades of neglected experience.

Jo brought his arms up around Miyako’s back, embracing her and pulling her fast against him, smashing her breasts harder against his broad chest. He felt her nipples harden, poking into his unyielding pecs as her arousal intensified. Miyako moaned into his mouth, her own arms roaming over Jo’s back, feeling his musculature flex as he held her close. The air grew heavy with passion, and Jo’s manhood at last awoke.

He could feel it distinctly; the shift of his ki into his groin, the flow of his blood filling his member, engorging the mighty organ. He felt it grow, lengthening and rising, and suddenly he felt it rise up against a moist, hot crevice of flesh.

“Oh, Jo!” Miyako broke their kiss and gasped as Jo’s increasingly erect cock now pressed up against the slit of her womanhood. The long shaft of his member was between her thighs, and the length of her sodden entrance rested against it. “I wanted to take this slow.” She said, and he could hear the barely restrained lust in her voice. “I wanted to impress you as a lady worthy of the head of the Hayabusa Clan. But can we just…”

She was cut off as Jo flung her down onto the soft cushion of his meditation pad. He dropped to his knees, reached out, found Miyako’s legs and roughly spread them wide. Then grasped her waist in both hands and pulled her to him, impaling her on his cock.

“YES!” Miyako cried out, both in shock and pleasure, so decisive was Jo’s action.

“Ungha!” Jo grunted, feeling a woman’s flesh around his cock for the first time in… “So…long… It has been so long!”

“Take me, Jo!” Miyako pleaded, and Jo felt her womanhood squeeze down on his member as if in emphasis. “Take me!”

“Yes!” Jo growled. He pitched his hips, pumping his manhood into her prone form. He groaned as he felt Miyako begin to undulate her body, working herself on him with each thrust, complimenting his movements with her own. He listened to sounds he had nearly forgotten; their wet flesh swishing as his cock pumped deep into Miyako’s sheath, the sharp slap as his hips impacted her spread thighs, her hurried breaths and the whimpering moans of her pleasure. He took notice of his own deep breathing, and the occasional grunt and groan as the glorious sensations of sex flowed up from his thrusting cock and through his loins. He felt his sac slapping up against Miyako’s elegant backside, and his testicles felt as though they carried the weight of all the self-sacrifice, of discipline, of austerity that Jo had committed himself to over the past two decades. His twin spheres smacked against Miyako’s butt with each thrust, like the clapper of a great bell ringing in the dawn of a new era.

He leaned into his effort, his hands moving from Miyako’s waist up to her breasts. He groped her bosom fiercely as his thrusts grew more powerful with every stroke of his hips. There was no elaborate technique, no clever positioning; Jo Hayabusa simply rutted into Miyako, and her cries of ecstasy left no doubt she wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Yes, Jo! Yes! Harder! Oh, AAAH! Come on! HARDER!!!” Miyako screamed, her fingers clawing at Jo’s chest. He could feel a sharp pain as her fingernails scraped his pecs, but it only intensified his pleasure. His fingers dug like talons into Miyako’s breasts, and his thrusts grew violent. His body demanded release that no amount of aged wisdom could control, nor was it ever meant to try. Miyako’s racing heart beat so hard beneath her left breast that Jo might have thought it was trying to reach his hand, so powerful was it pounding just a matter of inches beneath his palm. She bucked beneath him like a madwoman, humping against his thrusts with viciousness in stark contrast to her elegance, but which only accentuated her erotic appeal to Jo. This fine lady had become a moaning, sensual banshee on his cock, while Jo, the wizened Ninja Master, had transformed into a brutish, ravenous beast thrusting away inside her.

“Aaargh!” Jo had to feel more of her. He lunged down atop her, pressing his bare torso against her nakedness. Miyako’s lush breasts once against crushed against his chest, but now they slid up and down as he moved against her, thrusting faster and faster. His abs slid against hers, sweat lubricating their skin, the friction creating a uniquely sensual sound. Miyako wrapped her arms and legs around Jo, embracing him completely and urging him on, wanting every possible inch of the bodies in contact as they strained together in riotous sex. He pressed his forehead against hers, wishing he could look into Miyako’s eyes as the pleasures in his loins escalated past the point of no return.

It was beautiful in its sheer carnality. And Jo would have wished it to never end if the climax were not so irresistible.

With a mighty, heaving thrust, Jo sank his cock to the hilt inside Miyako’s tight sheath. He felt his testicles rise up, accompanied by the rushing sensation of his seed barreling through the full length of his shaft. With a great spasm, his thick seed erupted forth deep inside Miyako’s womanhood, followed by another and another. Her hot, slick flesh squeezed down on him, making each subsequent volley even more pleasurable. Jo shook from head to toe, feeling as though he were pouring an ocean into Miyako’s warm body. The emptying of his loins was paradoxically fulfilling, each copious ejaculation filling him with ecstasy. Miyako’s orgasm continued to spasm around him, and both their bodies were convulsing together while they choked out grunts and moans throughout the joint climax.

Jo had been training for years, seeking enlightenment and honing his ninja arts. He had experienced many epiphanies over those years, and had come to understand many truths that eluded most men their entire lives. But those were nothing compare to the revelation of the Dragon Essence as it suddenly coursed through his body.

“Miyako!” Jo cried out, feeling the energy flow from Miyako’s throbbing body up through his own battle-scarred body. Miyako held him as they rode out the last spasms of their mutual orgasm, and as Jo underwent the renewing power of the Dragon Essence.

“Jo…oh, Jo!” Miyako moaned as the last spurt of the elder Hayabusa’s seed struck the furthest recesses of her vessel. “So…full!”

“Miyako…” Jo breathed, rising up on his elbows. Words were beyond him.

Without warning, the length of fabric tied around his eyes was pulled away and he felt a short stabbing pain as burning inferno stabbed into his head.

“Ahhh! Damn the light!” Jo cursed, blinking for a moment before realization hit him. “The…the light.” The inferno of luminance faded into the gentle flickering of a torch burning a handful of paces away. Jo starred, somehow disbelieving. “I can see.” He smiled, more broadly than he had in years. He looked down, “Miyako, I can see…”

His mind’s eye had sorely underestimated Miyako’s beauty. She looked up at him, her face glowing in post orgasmic bliss, sweat glistening on her brow.

“What’s wrong?” Miyako asked, frowning in worry at Jo’s sudden silence.

“I knew you were beautiful.” Jo said, gazing into her eyes. “But to truly see you...”

Miyako’s frown turned into a radiant smile and she pulled him down into a kiss. Jo let her roll him over, bringing her atop him, still with his cock hard and ready inside her. She broke their kiss and sat up, straddling his loins. Now Jo saw Miyako’s nakedness with his own eyes, the way her sweat-slick flesh glowed in the torchlight. Her breasts were gorgeous, her hair black as a raven’s feathers. Jo looked down to see Miyako’s womanhood completely enveloping his cock, her clitoris cresting her nether lips while his seed and her own arousal dripped from her. He reached for the nub, rubbing her clit with his thumb.

“Jo! You old devil! Ooooh!” Miyako arched her back, and Jo watched her breasts heaving, the soft flesh jiggling as she shuddered with pleasure. Miyako reached up with both hands, grabbing her breasts and squeezing them as Jo rubbed her clit. She rolled her hips, working his cock inside her and starting their love making anew. Jo was transfixed by the sight of Miyako groping herself while riding him, such a refined woman in such disarray, yearning for him and hungry for carnal satisfaction. She looked down at him, seeing the awestruck expression on his face. She grinned devilishly. “That’s right, Jo, watch. Watch me ride you… Master Hayabusa!”

And she did. She began bouncing on him with such fervor that Jo had to fight to keep his eyes from rolling back. He didn’t want to so much as blink as Miyako’s voluptuous figure bounced, jiggled and undulated atop his impossibly hard cock. He rubbed her clit furiously, seeing the way it drove her wild. She released her breasts, running her fingers through her dark hair. Those magnificent mounds of flesh were free, bouncing up and down hypnotically in all their splendor. Miyako saw the look in Jo’s eyes as he ogled her body, and it was the gleam of pure, untamed lust. They had nearly a century of life experience between them, but right now they both felt the wondrous discovery of sex as acutely as two firs time lovers could hope to. What had once been jaded cynicism was now lustful ecstasy.

“Ungh! Yes, Jo!” Miyako moaned, riding him roughly, feeling each downward stroke drive the head of Jo’s cock up against her cervix. “Make me come again, Jo! Please! Make me come!”

“Aaargh!” Jo grunted, gritting his teeth as Miyako’s merciless pace pushed him to the brink yet again. His thumb became a blur on her clit, but he couldn’t take his eyes off her breasts bouncing so alluringly. At the last moment he lunged up, burying his face between those perfectly shaped bosoms just as his loins heaved with orgasm. The warm, soft flesh of Miyako’s breasts against his cheeks and shoulders was a world of warm comfort as he came, shooting an obscene amount of seed up into her.

“Jo! JO!” Miyako screamed his name, her hands suddenly at the back of his head, pulling his face tight into her cleavage as she came with him. His cock twitched and raged inside her, and now the seed overflowed completely, pouring out of her and down over Jo’s loins.

This time he did not wait for the orgasm to end. His loins still in upheaval, Jo pitched forward, his arms wrapping around Miyako’s waist and lifting her up as he shot to his feet. Holding her aloft, he continued thrusting right through the last spasms of his climax and beginning a new round of sex. Miyako’s hands held fast to Jo’s shoulders, and she leaned back away from him, extending her arms to their full length. Jo could now watch Miyako’s naked torso, dripping with sweat, as he thrust into her. His thrusts were quick and short; never more than an inch of the base of his cock outside her. His member virtually vibrated inside her, so rapid and relentless was his movement.

“Yes…yes…YES!” Miyako hissed through clenched teeth, her eyes squeezed shut. Her voluptuous body jiggled, her breasts wobbling freely as Jo held her, rapidly thrusting away. “That’s it, Jo. Faster! Oh, FASTER!”

“Rrraaagh!” Jo set his jaw, concentrating on Miyako’s pleasured facial expressions while keeping his thrusts fast and relentless. He was usually one to savor life slowly, but right now he just wanted to chase his climax down as quickly as possible. The impatience of youth, which seemed so long ago, had been reignited in Jo’s tempered body. Matched with the skills of a seasoned ninja, it made Jo Hayabusa a masterful lover.

His quick thrusts brought them both to climax unexpectedly. Jo staggered on his feet as he came, Miyako’s entire body convulsing in his arms as she came with him. His seed flowed out of her in ridiculous volume, making a mess of his meditation pad. Miyako’s orgasm shook her violently enough that she lost her grip on Jo’s shoulders, and she slipped off his cock and fell onto her back, rolling with the fall a few paces away. In a haze of ecstasy, she rolled onto her hands and knees, trying to get her bearings while Jo, the last spurting shot of his orgasm firing from his rigid cock, looked over to see Miyako’s bare, naked butt for the first time. It was gorgeous, a true exemplar of a mature woman’s shapely backside. He could see his seed still dripping from her slit as well. Miyako was a classic beauty in the throes of carnal disarray and it made Jo’s cock throb with anticipation.

He stalked toward her, dropping to his knees behind her and reaching out to grasp Miyako’s gorgeous backside. The creamy flesh was perfect, and the way it filled his hands was utterly sublime.

“Get inside me!” Miyako demanded, wiggling that divinely shaped derriere.

Jo lunged, throwing himself onto her, and mounted her with a thrust so powerful that it sent them both sliding together across the smooth floorboards halfway to the door. Miyako managed to get her arms under her as Jo started thrusting once more, savagely driving his cock into her with enough strength to render her body asunder and a matching passion to steal her heart.

“That’s it, Jo!” Miyako urged him on, tears of joy and pleasure streaming down her cheeks. “That’s it! YES!”

“Miyako! AAAHHH!!!” Jo roared, pounding away at the gate of Miyako’s womb with the battering ram of his cock. It was as though all the years of solitude were being accounted for. Every night spent in meditation on a cold mountain top instead of inside the warm embrace of a woman, it was all in the reckoning. Miyako was the counterweight to Jo Hayabusa’s long isolation, bringing him back into the balance of being a man.

“So deep, Jo!” Miyako gasped for breath, her entire body shuddering with each of Hayabusa’s wild thrusts. “Don’t stop! Oh! YES! So GOOD!”

Jo could not take his eyes off Miyako’s butt. The divinely shaped curves rippled as he pounded her. It was a perfect combination of immaculate beauty and carnal debauchery. She was gorgeous, passionate, and as insatiable as Jo himself felt.

It was going to be a long, long night.

* * *

“Coming! I’m coming again, Jo!” Miyako’s voice carried outside, muffled slightly behind the sliding doors of the entrance. Then Jo Hayabusa’s roar of climax seemed to shake the entire building.

“Master Ryu,” Momiji looked to him as they stood in the mid-morning sunshine outside his family’s home. Ryu turned to her, seeing a nervous expression on her face. “Perhaps we should return later?”

“We need to return to the Freedom Survivor.” Ayane spoke up from Ryu’s other side. “Ryu, maybe you should…”

The entrance suddenly slid open, and there stood Jo Hayabusa clad in his ninja robe. Miyako was at his side, still tying the belt of her kimono. Her hair was in complete disarray, and her face was glowing with such a contented smile that Ryu could not help but feel a sense of pride in his father’s prowess.

“Master Hayabusa!” Momiji instantly bowed as did Ayane.

“Be at ease.” Jo returned their bows, waving away their formality. He locked gazes with Ryu, his eyes clear and vibrant once more. “It is good to… to see you again, my son.”

Ryu bowed silently, not trusting his emotions to keep in check if he spoke. Fortunately, his father continued.

“We must be going.” The elder Hayabusa declared.

“You’re leaving?” Ayane asked.

“You must return to the Freedom Survivor.” Jo smiled slightly. “My sight has returned, but my hearing has not diminished. If I may ask your indulgence, my son?”

“Anything, Father.” Ryu said instantly.

“On your way back, perhaps you can take me to see at least a few of my grandchildren.” Jo beamed, holding Miyako close at his side.

* * *

Ryu had accomplished much in his life thus far, and had been praised by many for his deeds and feats. And yet there was nothing that brought a true sense of satisfaction to his heart quite like seeing his father lift Taki-chan up and embrace her. She giggled, her small hands reaching out to Jo’s weathered face. Almo crawled around at his feet, smiling up at his grandfather and waiting for his turn for affection.

“I see that good looks run in the family.” Reiko said, standing next to Ryu as they watched from across the living area in one of her private homes nestled in a small island of the mainland of Japan. It was furnished in restrained elegance, not unlike a home in the Hayabusa village. Ryu was pleased knowing his first born was being raised in such a traditional atmosphere. He turned to Reiko, seeing the Japanese wrestling star dressed in a simple white kimono. She leaned up against him, resting her head against his shoulder as they watched Jo play with Taki-chan.

“How has she been?” Ryu asked.

“A little angel.” Reiko smiled. “She certainly takes after her mother more than you, thank goodness.” Then her smile faltered. “Is Kasumi all…?”

“She is fine.” Ryu said resolutely. “She pursues her own quest alone, but she is an excellent kunoichi.”

“Of course.” Reiko sighed and then whispered. “I’m worried about her too, my love.”

Ryu wrapped his arm around Reiko, giving a reassuring squeeze.

“Relax, the both of you!” Rachel spoke up, striding confidently into the room with far more clothing than Ryu had ever seen her wear. She was clad in a black kimono, though Ryu noted that her feet still showed the boots she normally wore, so it was likely her customary armor was simply hidden underneath the elegant fabric. Ryu appreciated Rachel’s efforts in setting a good example for the children, though. “Kasumi has spent years dodging danger every day. She can handle Donovan and his thugs.”

“Are you staying the night?” Reiko asked hopefully, pulling Ryu by the arm towards the door outside while Rachel walked with them, leaving Jo to bond with his grandchildren. The helicopter sat idle a hundred yards away across a great expanse of grass. The house stood at the edge of a clearing in a dense forest, impossible to spot if one did not already know where to look.

“I wouldn’t mind a little Dragon Essence recharge.” Rachel grinned, leaning in to whisper in his ear. “Let’s have Miyako and Jo watch the kids here while we have an orgy in the forest.”

Before Ryu could answer, Ayane jumped out of the helicopter and ran towards them.

“Reiko,” Ayane bowed to her quickly. “Rachel.” She nodded her head. Ayane and Rachel had worked together long enough that any pretense or formality had long been abandoned. “We have to cut our visit short. Miyako received a message from Helena on a secure channel. She needs us back on the ship as soon as possible.”

Momiji exited the helicopter and rushed to join them, but she skidded to a halt a dozen yards away, her eyes wide with surprise. She looked as though she had just seen a ghost, and Ryu quickly realized she was staring at Reiko beside him.

“Kureha?” Momiji’s voice was full of a painful longing. Then she shook her head, fighting back tears as the moment of impossible hope passed. She swallowed heavily, walking the rest of the way to the group and bowing deeply to them. “Please forgive my outburst.”

“Nonsense, there is nothing to forgive!” Reiko smiled conciliatorily, moving to take Momiji’s hands in hers. “I am Reiko Hinomoto. You must be Momiji.”

“Yes, Miss Hinomoto.” Momiji nodded, managing a smile through her reddened eyes.

“Ryu has told me of your sister.” Reiko said carefully.

“You… you look so like her.” Momiji shook her head, embarrassed at herself. “For a moment, I thought…”

Reiko pulled Momiji to her, hugging her tightly and letting Momiji sob into her shoulder. Ryu knew he had chosen wisely bringing Reiko into his life, seeing such compassion was proof enough. Ayane kept her face impassive, keeping up appearances in front of her apprentice. Rachel was quietly sobbing. She moved to Ryu and clutching his hand as she watched Reiko comfort Momiji. Ryu squeezed Rachel’s hand, knowing the Fiend Slayer understood the loss Momiji felt perfectly, as the death of her sister Alma was still a keen source of pain in her heart.

“Helena’s message was urgent, Ryu.” Ayane finally spoke quietly to Ryu. “We should go now. I’ve already arranged transport for your father when he wishes to leave.”

“It had better be important.” Rachel said huskily, her voice thick with tears. “You only just arrived.”

“Then I have good news.” Ayane said. “Grab your hammer. You’re coming with us.”

“I’m not leaving Reiko and the children unprotected.” Rachel shook her head vehemently.

“My father will stay with them.” Ryu said. “Is that protection enough?”

“Your father is worth a thousand men.” Rachel nodded. “Good enough. Let me get my gear.” And with that she headed back to the house.

“Miss Hinomoto…” Momiji said, having mastered her emotions once more.

“Please, call me Reiko.” Replied the Rumble Roses legend.

“Reiko,” Momiji smiled. “Thank you. You share not only Kureha’s beauty, but her caring heart as well.”

“Momiji, that’s…” Reiko swallowed hard, now feeling her own eyes well up. “I could never replace the sister you lost, but I would be honored to be your friend.”

Ayane leaned close to Ryu’s ear and whispered. “We better leave before they start kissing.”
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