Date: Thu, 09 Dec 2004 17:23:32 -0800
From: Darc Blackwind <arboc969@hotmail.com>
Subject: Ronin Chapter 2 by Darc Blackwind (TS,anal)

Greetings again, dear friends at Nifty.org!

It is I once more, Darc Blackwind with the second installment of my new
novel Ronin. Forgive me for taking so long, but a lot has happened as of
late and I hadn't any time to write. Anyway, here she is! Hope you enjoy
reading her!

Darc


Chapter 2


The day was drawing to a close as Seizan sat at a table in the local
restaurant, sipping his green tea and waiting for his meal to arrive.
That's what he liked about this village most, the laid-back setting and
the warm smiles from people he didn't even know. It was far different
from the city of Edo, twenty or thirty leagues from there. Edo was the
capital of the land, where most people went to for work or otherwise. He
had grown up in that hellish rat-race, and coming from his experiences
there, he wanted to stay as far away from there as possible.

As he watched the sun set far to the west, behind the silhouetted
mountains, his thoughts drifted back to what Lord Ikimura had told him.
"Deep in the mountains lies an abandoned shrine portraying the great
battle of the Myojin of Pandemonium's Reach against the Oni of the Black
Mist," the middle-aged lord said straightforwardly. "For the past
month, I have been getting reports of terrible horrors that rise up in
the darkest time of night to ravage those that used to tend to the
shrine. I would like you to discover the cause of this constant assault
on the Honden of Chaos' End." Honden of Chaos' End, hmm? Seizan
thought as he sipped at his tea, enjoying the fluid immensely. The shrine
of the Myojin of Pandemonium's Reach and the Oni of the Black Mist. . .
. Makes you wonder what kind of horrors the shrine of a demigod can
summon. . . .

The gentle sigh of the chill autumnal breeze brought him back to the
present. It was getting colder and colder at night, gradually. This is
such a delicious time of year, he reflected as the gentle zephyr caressed
the side of his face on its way out to sea. Autumn has always been my
favorite time of the year, then winter, for it is never too hot, nor too
cold, and it isn't as bright as summer or spring. . . . Winter is dark
and cold, just like I like it. . . .

The decrepit old man from earlier that morning walked up to the ronin and
handed him a tray full of delicacies of the east, fresh sashimi with
dipping sauce, tempura in udon noodles, steamed vegetables, and a
delicate miso soup. "Aye, here you go, ronin," the old man said as he
set his meal down before him. "Enjoy. The sashimi is freshly caught from
today."

"My thanks," Seizan said as he picked up his hashi and began eating the
steamed vegetables first, strangely craving them over the fresh sashimi.
Crunching a fresh bamboo shoot in half and loving the taste of it, his
mind drifted back to what Ikimura told him. "I'll send you to the
shrine with my best demon slayer, Naoko. She will meet you upon Ogata
Road tomorrow morning at sunrise," the lord said, handing him his gold.

Pocketing it, Seizan bowed. "I'll be there first light tomorrow. What
will Naoko look like?"

Ikimura smiled. "She is a young woman in black, trained in the arts of
the Koga ninja. She has been the one to slay the most demons that have
tried to raid Kashida. The reason Jigen and Nida lost five men to that
demon upon Ogata road this morning was because she wasn't there." Nida
blushed at hearing that. Looking down at his crestfallen demon slayer,
the lord smiled. "Don't worry, Nida. You've yet to fully achieve your
potential. Naoko is Koga ninja, you aren't. Indeed she is more skilled
at dealing with spirits, for they are a part of her upbringing."

"I ask permission to end my life. If it weren't for this ronin, my
lord," Jigen said, kneeling before his master, "that fire oni would
have ravaged the village. I feel I have failed you. . . ."

Ikimura gazed down upon his retainer with compassion. "No. Your life
still has use here. You are still a skilled demon slayer, and you still
need to train more to follow in your footsteps, Jigen. . . . So you
won't commit seppuku. Understand?"

"Yes, my liege. . . ."

Seizan smiled, finishing off that succulent bamboo shoot. Jigen, you're
the one who brought the beast to his fiery knees. . . . he thought
ironically. Obviously you're not a novice at fighting the demons. . . .
He sipped his tea, finishing it. Slowly the sky darkened, the stars high
above coming out of their hiding places among the heavens to shine
brightly as diamonds strewn across cloth of the finest violet velvet
imaginable. The silhouetted mountains from the west glowed fiery-red as
the sun finally sank below the zenith of the horizon. Looking out upon
the slowly thriving streets as people made their way home from work, he
couldn't help but smile upon these simple individuals. So many stories
to be told of their simple lives, from growing up here and either
becoming soldier or worker, he realized how far apart he really was from
them. He indeed was an alien in this town, yet for some reason, he
yearned for the peace of their lives. Battle was all he knew, all he
cared about, but there was always a part of him buried beneath the
frostbitten exterior that yearned to learn of peace, never having to pick
up his sword and defend himself or his loved ones again. Seiko. . . . he
thought as he looked up at the stars, seeing them glimmer brightly.
Shaking his head, he got those thoughts out of his mind as quickly as he
could. Turning his attention back to the sashimi and tempura, he devoured
it all ravenously and left the old man five gold coins. "Take care,
learned elder. I'll be back tomorrow. . . ."

"Aye, good night, young master," the old man said as he continued to
dust that mat in front of his restaurant, obsessively keeping it
spotless.

Sighing, Seizan adjusted his katana in his sash as he walked down the
sidewalk. Not many people were out at night anymore, thanks to the
constant threat of demon attacks. Smiling, he laughed quietly. Let them
come. . . . he thought indifferently. I could do with a bit of exercise
after that large meal anyway! The sigh of the night zephyr whistling
through the slow, near-deserted streets was an inviting call, almost a
cry out for desire to Seizan. His shadow long and formidable in the
gentle candle light of the streets, he realized he was being watched.
Feeling the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end and that curious
tingling sensation one has when he feels endangered heightening his
senses, he thumbed the hilt of his katana. His footsteps echoing off the
paper walls of the homes surrounding him, he smirked. "If you're going
to strike, it would be wise to do it now, while my sword is still in its
sheath."

He heard an annoyed hiss as the sudden loneliness of the night descended
upon him like an unimaginable wraith. "Is it you, Ryoko?" he asked as
he felt that familiar sense of a wandering soul, forever cursed to tread
the earth alone.

From out of the shadows in front of him, the demoness walked toward him,
her head low. Since the previous night, Ryoko had somewhat been a mystery
to the ronin, and yet, he felt a very familiar bond with her. Her
platinum hair glistening in the gentle star- and candle light, he
couldn't see her face, for it was bathed in shadow. Her dove-grey and
black kimono ruffled in the chill breeze, giving him an almost tangibly
cadaverous sense to it. "Yes, it is I. . . ." the beautiful woman oni
said morosely. "Why art thou still here, gentle ronin?" she asked
curiously, her face still bathed in shadow. "Thy mission was completed.
. . ."

"I found more work. . . . What is troubling you, gentle wanderer? I can
feel your sorrow. . . ."

Ryoko looked up at the man, her eyes wreathed in black face paint. Tears
were painted on her cheeks just below her eyes, giving her a gothic sort
of sense to her appearance. "I was just thinking. . . . I wrote a poem,
however. . . . Wouldst thou like to hear it?"

Seizan smiled. "Yes. Good poetry is hard to find nowadays. I am sure thy
gentle yet sorrowful soul has a limitless reservoir of delicious poetry.
. . ."  he said in the language of the gods, walking up to the demon
spirit. "Would you honor me?"

Ryoko nodded, her eyes having a tangible sort of sadness to them. "It
isn't really cheerful, gentle ronin. . . . Art thou sure?"

Seizan laughed. "I hate cheerful poetry. It just isn't what I can
relate to. I would love to hear what you wrote, gentle poet. . . ."

"Here it is. . . ." she said morosely, looking back down at the ground.



Darkness

Enclosing my life

Such a horrible vice

No matter how much I sacrifice.



Such a venom

Is killing my past

Slowly as a dream,

And yet it is far too fast.



This poison

Causes such madness

A demonic toxin

That brings to life my innermost sadness



Trapped

Inside this barless prison.

No escape from this hell

No antivenin for this poison.



It is never-ending

Such a fate is my curse.

No matter what I do,

Everything ends for the worst.



I fell before

Though I don't understand this.

What have I done before

To understand what is so amiss?



It felt like a dream,

Too unreal to occur.

So many dreams,

Too many nightmares obscure.



You used to be my drug,

Though now you're my poison.

Such unholy loneliness,

For this cadaverous derision.



I no longer dream,

For you were my nightmare in the end.

Constantly searching for answers

To why my heart you wanted to rend.



My reality

Shatters about me like glass

Falling to the ground in shards

And yet you still laugh. . . .



Cold was my soul,

Untold was the pain

I faced when you left me,

A rose in the rain.



Forever devouring me,

This poison never dies

Lying, bleeding on the ground,

You'll kill me with your lies.



Such a horrid dream,

The poison blinds my vision.

I watch as drops of my blood hit the ground.

Do I get up or do I die there? It is only my decision. . . .



You sought to throw me in a cage,

A goddess in bondage, trapped in this barless prison.

New trust rebroken

You slay me with this new invasion.



I feel you crushing my soul.

Such binding pain,

Using this poison to destroy me,

I'm slowly going insane. . . .



Too many horrors

Come to life in this place,

Such a demonic architecture of genocidal design,

Such is the last time I saw your face. . . .



Hopeless desire,

Bound by this barless prison,

Such a terrible pain in my chest,

All because of this poison. . . .



Seizan was mesmerized by her poem. It was such a reflection of his own
sorrow that if he felt that emotion again, it would have brought tears to
his eyes. Walking up to the beautiful soul, he caressed the side of her
face gently. "Wow. . . . Your poetry is so beautiful, gentle Ryoko. I
love your soul. . . . Your sorrow has such beauty to it that it is
indescribable. Indeed you are a goddess. . . . I am honored that you
would tell me this, for it . . . describes a part of me. . . ."

Ryoko gazed at the ronin, her eyes having a hungry sort of quality to
them. "You are not like others, Seizan," she whispered in the modern
language. "Why hast thou come here to Kashida? Art thou searching for
something as well. . . ?" she asked gently, reverting back to the
language of the gods, her dainty hand caressing his as he caressed the
side of her face, loving the contact. "Such a deep-seated hunger in
thine eyes. . . . They are the eyes of a wanderer lost and seeking
answers to things no one can ever answer. . . . Art thou bound by a
barless prison as well?"

Seizan looked down at the ground, unable to answer. He felt strange, a
malign sort of longing to take this woman in his arms and to let all his
pent-up pain out. He hadn't shed a tear in so long that no matter how he
looked at it, he knew deep down that it would be another decade before
the battle madness wore off. When one is trained to kill, he hasn't room
enough to harbor emotions like remorse or the ability to cry. "I suppose
I am," he whispered as he began walking away, his head held low. One
last caress and he was gone.

Ryoko looked upon his slowly shortening silhouette curiously. "The ronin
is different from others indeed. . . ." she said to herself as she gazed
at the fearsome man. She then vanished, a small flash emitting enough
light to light the side of the street briefly.

* * *

Seizan gazed up at the stars as he sat down upon the dock's edge, weird
thoughts running through his mind. "Bound by a barless prison. . . ."
he whispered to his reflection in the strangely calm ocean waters
crashing against the posts that held the dock up. Sighing, he looked back
up, the stars glinting at him comfortingly. A gentle zephyr caressed the
side of his face, sighing as it went past and smelling of salt. Why did
Ryoko ask that? he asked himself silently as he watched the moon's
perverted reflection in the wave-water of the pier. Swiping a strand of
sable hair out of his eyes, he reflected upon what was to be done
tomorrow. He was to meet the demon slayer Naoko upon Ogata Road towards
the Honden of Chaos' End, and from there he would travel to the shrine
deep in the mountains to the west and investigate what was happening up
there. I have been a wanderer for so many years, he thought to himself as
he closed his eyes, letting the gentle breeze encompass him. It has
gotten me almost killed so many times, it makes me wonder if my life was
truly meant to be. . . . There is a certain comfort in the vastness of
the road. No one to worry about minus bandits. . . . He shrugged,
understanding that it was pointless to dwell upon such things.

The tide splashed against the posts of the dock lazily, their sloshing
echoing deep into the night as Seizan gazed up into the stars. I've been
on the road a long time. . . . he thought as he felt the gentle autumnal
breeze caress the side of his face. And that was when he heard footsteps
approaching the dock from behind him. Turning around, he saw Ryoko, her
cherry-wood brown eyes ablaze with a fiery sort of passion. "Yes?" he
asked lazily as he returned his gaze back up into the heavens high above.

Ryoko kneeled behind him and slid her arms around his waist, her hot
breath tickling the back of his neck as she brushed her soft, pale,
beautiful face against him. "I sense that thy spirit is troubled, gentle
Seizan. . . ." she whispered delicately, her dainty hands caressing him.
He shuddered and fell back into the warmth of her embrace, loving every
caress she gave him. "That is why the snow goddess sent me, to ease thy
pain. . . . She cares for thee, dost thou know that?"

"No, I didn't. . . . I haven't seen Keiga in so long. . . . How is the
snow goddess?" Seizan asked, remembering his first meeting with Keiga,
the goddess of the winter ice.

"She is well, though she worries about thy path. . . . That is why she
sent me, Seizan, so I might help numb thy inner pain for but a little
longer so that thou canst move forward into a destiny unimaginable by thy
mortal standards. . . ." Her hands reached through the folds of his
hakama and grabbed his hardening cock, her delicate fingers massaging the
phallus into hardness equal to that of galvanized steel. "Thou art
desirous tonight, gentle Seizan!" she whispered, her dainty fingertips
running along the hot flesh of his glans, feeling his sticky precum and
smearing it along his rock-hard cock as a lubricant.

His breath catching in his throat from such a sultry sensation, he moaned
as he turned his head to kiss the demon spirit on the lips, his loins
aflame from desire. Feeling her sigh as he kissed her, his tongue snaking
its way into her mouth to dance with hers, she slowly undid the knot that
held his sash in place. Getting up, Seizan let the beautiful woman take
his kimono off, leaving him with just his loincloth and shoes on. She
then removed his loincloth, freeing his seven-inch cock from its prison
and descended upon it as though it were the most succulent lollypop in
the world. Her tongue swirling around the head, her eyes gazed up at his
face, watching it contort in immense pleasure. Slowly she engulfed its
entire length, feeling his man-sword massage her tonsils sensuously.

Mouth-fucking Ryoko, Seizan moaned as he felt her fingertips massage his
scrotum gently, coaxing him on to thrust his penis in and out of her
mouth at a fever's pitch. Loving the sensation his cock rubbing the
inside of her mouth so fervently, Ryoko used her other hand to reach
behind him and finger his anus lustfully, pushing her index finger up
inside him and rubbing the inside of his anus slowly. Groaning, Seizan
could hold on no longer and erupted, arching his back and coming ounce
after ounce of hot sticky cum in the wandering spirit's mouth.

Eagerly swallowing everything the ronin gave her, Ryoko saved a small
amount of his cum in her mouth, undoing her own kimono and letting it
fall to the dock to lay with his. "I want to fuck thee!" she moaned,
her eyes possessing that passionate sort of fire that told Seizan that he
was in for more fun indeed. Her hard womanhood standing full mast, Seizan
grasped it about its base with his right hand and massaged the tender
flesh, while mauling her breasts with his mouth and left hand, sucking on
her diamond-hard nipples to the point of bleeding. Ryoko moaned
passionately as she felt the imposing man pleasure her in a way that she
hadn't felt before. She gasped in ecstasy as he bit her right nipple
gently, sucking on it with insane, lustful fervor. "Take me, Ryoko,"
Seizan whispered as he descended on her hard cock and began sucking on it
as though it were his last meal on Earth.

Ryoko moaned as she thrust deeply into Seizan's mouth, feeling him gag
slightly at first from the intrusion into his throat. He then took the
rest of her cock like a pro, slurping on the purple glans as though it
were the most succulent piece of meat in the world. Arching her back and
fighting for control, Ryoko stopped him and had him bend over for her.
Taking the amount of his cum she saved, she greased up his anus and her
cock, making both glisten with the delectable fluid. She then slowly
descended upon him, grasping his hips and sawing her anxious cock in and
out of the crack of his ass, teasing him. Feeling him moan in desire and
agony from such a sensual torture, she decided to oblige his need by
thrusting into his ass deeply, getting all the way to the hilt in the
first thrust. Seizan gasped and screamed in agony as though he felt he
was being torn in half from the sizable intrusion. Collapsing onto the
wooden dock, he lay there, slowly adjusting to his lover's hard
love-pole and feeling wave after wave of intense pain mingling with
pleasure subside. Sweat glistening on his back in the gentle moonlight,
his hair matted from the perspiration of feeling such lovely pain and
pleasure.

"Art thou all right?" Ryoko asked worriedly, massaging the small of his
back as she slowly adjusted his tight anus to accommodate her eight-inch
cock.

Gazing up at his lover, he smiled. "Fuck me!" he whispered, ready to be
fucked once again.

Needing no more encouragement than that, she slowly pulled out and thrust
back in, making him moan in desire. She absolutely loved the feel of his
anal walls on her penis, for it felt as though her cock was wrapped in
hot, throbbing silk that responded to her every move. Clawing at his back
and making him cry out in desire, she thrust into him deeply, grabbing
his hips and slamming them down on her cock. Seizan wailed in intense
pleasure as she spread his ass cheeks so that she may massage his anal
ring and scrotum while fucking him. "Thou art so tight and warm, gentle
Seizan! It feels like warm silk enwraps me!" she moaned as she increased
her pace of fucking him, her fingertips massaging his anal ring. Fucking
Seizan felt so good to Ryoko, she thought she might be addicted to it.
Seizan felt the same thing, though he didn't understand why it felt so
wonderful to be penetrated as such. Shrugging it off and arching his back
to kiss his lover once again, he realized that it didn't really matter
right now. All he cared about was Ryoko's hard cock buried to the hilt
up his tight ass.

Ryoko's hands massaged his balls and cock while she fucked him, making
him moan more deeply. His knees getting tired and scratched from the hard
wood of the dock, he switched positions, so he was facing her as she
fucked him. His back sending chills down his spine from the chill of the
wood, he gazed up at her beautiful face, wrapping his legs around her
pistoning hips. I can't believe someone as beautiful as her wants to
fuck someone like me, he thought realistically as he began massaging her
tits, pinching the nipples to make her moan and arch her back. Wow, she
looks so beautiful like that, her platinum hair surrounding her divine
breasts and stunning face. . . . I am indeed a lucky man to own such a
beautiful spirit's passion. . . .

Ryoko's fingers massaged Seizan's hard cock fervently, wishing to make
him cum in the same instant that she would, an orgasm in unison. Feeling
him respond to her delicate ministrations, she fucked him hard and fast,
her cock going all the way out of his ass and then thrusting it all the
way back in, tearing his anal flesh to ribbons. She knew she couldn't
hold out much longer, for she wanted so desperately to bestow upon this
ronin her love that she began fucking him to the point where both
screamed in passion. Feeling his anal walls contract to hold her there,
she shoved her cock into him mercilessly, making him cry out as a small
stream of blood started seeping out of his anus from the intense
friction. And then she could hold on no longer, coming like a geyser into
the ronin's violated butt, making him cum from such a feeling. Both
moaned and arched their backs in the throes of a mind-boggling orgasm.
Gasping from such an exertion of energy, Ryoko collapsed onto Seizan's
chest and lay there, cuddling with him as her hard cock slowly withered
and slid out of his violated ass.

The two lay there for hours, it seemed to Seizan as he held his lover
tightly to him, feeling her hot breath play across his face. Both of them
were a mess and in need of a shower. Laughing quietly to himself, he
realized that it didn't matter in the slightest. He was more than
content to simply lay there all night long and hold her. So what if the
villagers found them naked on the docks in the morning. One should be so
lucky as to take such a beautiful woman as Ryoko. In Seizan's case, he
was doubly lucky for that. She carried that special extra something that
he had craved since he was a child, training in the Miyamoto Legion to
which he would eventually have to leave. He never cared for men, for they
were disgusting in his eyes. He preferred women such as Ryoko, however.
They were much more beautiful and delicate than he, and they could always
satisfy that hunger that he never told anyone. It was his secret, and he
would keep it until death and even after that.

Looking up at her lover, she kissed him. "What is on thy mind, love?"
the spirit asked curiously. "Where is it that thou goest when thy eyes
drift off like that?"

Kissing her on her forehead, Seizan smiled. "I'm just reflecting,
that's all, love. . . ." he whispered as he gazed up into the inky
blackness of the night, clouds glowing with the light of the moon high
above.

"Thou art so mysterious," Ryoko said teasingly, biting his neck gently.
"Doth it hurt thee so to speak of thy past that it will forever remain
locked within the confines of thy mind?"

Seizan gazed down upon her, smiling a somewhat painful smile. "Perhaps.
. . . I don't know anymore. It is so complicated that I lived when I
should have died in a past beyond remembrance. . . . The only thing I
truly remember is one phrase. . . ."

"Phrase?" Ryoko asked curiously, caressing the side of the imposing
man's face with her delicate right hand.

"Yes. It was, `Now these tears of blood I weep to the skies. Not bitter
drops, but water made divine. Each gem of sorrow slips, no longer mine.
Hailing the coming tempest, thy vigilance shalt proffer to other cries.'
Everything else past that day seems a blur to me, for I do not know how
it came to pass. I don't know in the slightest what that means, so I've
been searching for that answer for as long as I could. Perhaps that is
why I'm a wanderer. . . ?"

Ryoko nodded gently. "I understand thee better now!" she said
teasingly. "Thou art but a cherry blossom drifting upon the zephyrs of
fate, gentle Seizan. . . ." she whispered as she held him tightly. And
so, the two drifted off into sleep, arms and legs intertwined and both
naked, too exhausted from sex to stay awake any longer.

* * *

The sun was just beginning to appear when Seizan awoke, once again alone
and, also once again, fully dressed. Groggy, he shook his head and
stretched the kinks out of his back. I wish she wouldn't do that. . . .
he thought bitterly as he grabbed his katana and put it through his sash,
securing it for easy access. Getting up, he looked around. It was still
dark out, though the fiery-crimson aura of the sun was beginning to rise
from the mountains to the east, turning those mountains into nothing more
than black silhouettes and the sky above the shade of burnished metal. A
thick fog had rolled in during the night, thick enough to obscure the
vision of the town and of the boats docked. Smiling, he realized what
that meant. Mist demons were out right now, and that most assuredly meant
that he would get to fight again before embarking on the mission to the
Honden of Chaos' End with Naoko. Stretching out his arms and legs from
sleeping on that rickety dock, he began a leisurely pace towards Ogata
Road, where he had slain the magma oni with Nida and Jigen.

The chill breeze beckoned him towards Ogata Road as though it were a
sentient force itself. The houses hazy from the nearly-impermeable fog,
Seizan walked through the deserted streets as the sun's light began to
overpower the silhouette of the mountains. Casting a golden light upon
the highest structures in the village the light slowly descended upon the
streets. Basking in the delicious morning light and alpine air, Seizan
kept his sense of hearing and smell acute, wanting to know exactly where
the demons of the mist were. As the sun rose, it set fire to the sky, an
explosion of red and magenta and orange powerful enough to give even the
most unpoetic wanderer goosebumps.

The sleeping village slowly began awakening as he walked through the once
deserted streets towards Ogata Road. So far, it appeared as though there
were no demons about, but one as experienced as Seizan knew better than
to let his guard down. That is the sort of assumption that tended to fill
graveyards.

At last he had reached the junction of Tokaido Road and Ogata Road. All
he could see was a silhouette of someone standing on the edge of the
sidewalk. "Hello?" he called into the mist. Seeing the silhouette move,
his right hand went to the handle of his katana. "Who are you?" The
shadow kept walking, not answering nor showing any sign of attacking,
yet. Seizan drew his sword out of reflex. "Answer! I am armed!"

The person who walked through the mist soon was visible to the ronin. "I
am Naoko. You're the wandering ronin, Seizan, I presume."