SAMURAI

Chapter 19; Sigh of Love

    I woke up in the middle of the fire. The smell of charred human flesh burns with the dust of the city debris. Heavy sweat soaked my entire body. The helmet that covers my head has fallen off. The heat of the fire blazed against my hands, feet, head that was not covered by armor. My hands were shaking while holding the sword. The drop of a woman's blood that I just stabbed still stuck to the tip of the sword. 

    I was forced to kill the woman under the threat of the sword. Three comrades in arms pointed their blades towards my chest, stomach, and hips. I did nothing as Paganinus exerted his strength guiding the tip of my sword through the woman's chest. She wailed as her body was covered in blood. Her eyes were wide as if she couldn't believe a man had dropped his sword at a weak woman.

    After I drew my sword, the woman exerted the remnants of her strength sucked with blood that continued to gush. Her breath ended by hugging the bodies of her husband and two children who had been slaughtered by my friends first. After that incident, I cried loudly. Paganinus, Frederick, James, and another man whose name I didn't know burst out laughing at me lamenting. 

    I hate myself ever since. Hate my weakness. I roared, continuing to wail while shrieking slashing. My screams stopped when the door to my hut was opened from the outside. The freezing wind that also broke through made my eyes open perfectly, cutting off my nightmare.

    Outside the night was still late. From the open door, the snow was falling lightly. A silhouette of a woman stood outside the door in the starlight. Dim, as well as exciting. She slowly approached a wooden cot that was only enough for one body. I smacked my cheek, making sure this wasn't a dream. 

    Tomoe Aya pushed my body close to the wall, leaving little space for her. The girl took off all her clothes slowly. Her hands were shaking when she took off her last clothes. Without a single thread, she tucked her body under my blanket. The fragrance of cherry blossom from her body gushed down my nose. This woman's body is warm, full of excitement.

    “You ... this ... isn't it a dream, right? "

    She shook her head. Put the right index finger to my lips. "I cannot deny my heart. I love you too,” she sighed.

    This was not a dream. The forefinger stuck to my lips is real. The warm body that held me, a breath of fresh breath from her mouth, was also real. The smooth skin rubbing against my skin made me realize that this was not a dream. I became more aware as her lips landed on mine, biting it tastefully. 

    The door to the hut was still open. A freezing wind blew in. There is no time just to close the door. All differences and barriers disappeared with our breath of love.

    Without another word spoken, we raced through the wind, flew through the cosmos, traversed the entire planet, then returned to earth with unmatched satisfaction. Reluctant to wait for an uncertain tomorrow we repeat again and again until the snowflakes accompany the soul and body of a couple who are romantically drunk towards true peace. We fell asleep tightly embraced inseparably. 

    The door to the hut remained open.

    The smell of grilled meat tickles my stomach. The resulting smoke penetrates through the wood, through the door. My eyelids are open. The first sight I got was the most beautiful in my life. Tomoe Aya looked at me without blinking. Her lips are chapped. Her face was clean, beautifully sculpted like a statue of a Goddess. Her nose is sharp and fluffy. 

    She kissed my lips softly. The smell of cherry blossom blew. Fragrant, intoxicating.

    "Ohayou," she said.

    Instead of answering, I grabbed the girl's head, chewing her lips for so long that it took us a breath to fill our lungs. I stroked her black hair. My eyes stared at her two dark eyes.

    "Since your presence until now, the space of my heart smells good with your body. The longing flowers you left on the ship are booming day by day,” I whispered in Aya's ear.

    She looked at me, kissed my neck softly. 

    “I also felt the same tremor since we first met. The feeling that embraced my heart at that moment was the first flame that sprinkled. Every day I always ask myself, will a fleeting moment of our encounter reveal the eternal secret of my future? When I met you again, I realized that feeling was the love I had been dreaming of."

    I kissed my goddess’s forehead. "After today and beyond, don't leave me alone in this country. I just want to have your complete love. To me, this feeling is a fixed price that cannot be negotiated anymore.”

    Aya laughed lightly. “That's enough for today the love lines. We're back in the world of reality again."

    Not wanting to stop, I continued to express my love for her, "I love you. Wo ai ni. Bi chamd khairtai. Salanghae. Ti amo. Je t'aime. "

    My lost gem frowned. "What does it mean?"

    I smiled broadly. "Aishiteru in six languages."    

    Aya's face turned red. She tickles my stomach. I chuckled, kissing back with a kiss on the forehead.

    "Watashi mo anata wo aishiteimasu," she sighed tenderly in my ear.

    Again, we kissed passionately.

    "How many languages do you speak?" Aya asked after catching her breath.

    "Seven Languages including Japanese."

    "Great!" She applauded.

    "What was that language?"

    "English, Chinese, Mongolian, Goryeo, Italian, French."

    "What is' my dear’ in your father's language?"

    "My Love."

    My Goddess Aphrodite tried to pronounce it in Japanese. "Ma i raa fu"

    I chuckled. “My — Love. Not Mai Raa Fu."

    She sulked. Over and over again I said the sentence I taught, over and over Aya repeated it in Japanese intonation.

    "Have you visited all of these Countries?"

    I said yes.

    Tomoe Aya stuck her head against my chest. I held her. 

    "Take me there," she whispered.

    "Of course, my love. I'll take you to a place where there are only the two of us. "

    She laughed softly. "You are the Knight of seduction."

    Unable to bear it, our stomachs screamed. The smell of grilled meat from outside made our guts wriggle even more. We laughed. For an instant forgot where we were. 

    When I realized there was no one else besides us, I covered Aya's lips with my index finger. She nodded. The sword hanging on the wall. There was not enough time to dress if the meat burner below was an intruder who has not yet noticed that there were two huts on top.

    I pushed back the blanket, put on my black pants and a black shirt that sat on the cot. Black thick cloth shoes were not far from reach. Aya's shirt and pants laid on the floor, covered in snowflakes from the open door. Forcing to wear wet clothes in the cold invites disease. Dry clothes are in the other hut. It is impossible to jump into Aya's hut in a state of total nakedness. 

    But, there was no time to think about politeness. With only a blanket covering her body, we got ready. With my hand on the sword, Aya ducked behind me, ready to jump as I rushed outside.

    "Now!" I shouted.

    I jump down with a drawn sword. Aya jumped into her hut opposite. A figure turned back to me in blue Hakama pants and a thick red haori kimono. That person wore leather shoes. The tip of my sword points to the back. Before my sword rested on its back, that guy bounced beautifully, bounced two rounds in the air, then fell to sit facing me. In her hands, the rabbit meat was still steaming.

    I gasped. Megumi sat engrossed in eating a roasted rabbit. She is no longer a dude samurai man. Her long hair is left loose. Her face is clean without makeup. Fresh naturally, as beautiful as dew in the morning. Her hair was still dripping with water. She just took a shower in the middle of the cold morning. 

    I laughed with amusement. Women really cannot leave their bodies untouched by water and fragrances. The scent of jasmine stabbed my nose. Fragrant, fresh.

    Her mouth still full of grilled meat, her two eyes glared at me. Not caring about my presence, the girl who had been fighting helplessly last night split the grilled meat in half, shoving half of it towards me. I sheathed my sword, leaning it against the tree. 

    I accepted the grilled meat from Megumi's hand, without speaking I steamed the meat. After a night of all-out energy, recovering first was more important than exchanging greetings.

    A moment later, Aya floated down with the same color pants and clothes Megumi was wearing. Without being asked she took the rest of yesterday's heated meat. Devoured it without a word. The three of us enjoyed the grilled meat as if we didn't care what had happened so far. One woman was starving because she didn't eat for two days, the other was starving due to the exhaustion of making love all night.

    Megumi finished the meat first. She wiped her mouth with an old cloth, then cleaned her palms with icicles stuck to the grass. She took a delicious sip of the last night's sake jar which was lying by the roast.

    After enjoying the grilled meat and cold sake, the girl with a reddish face smiled happily. Her hand patted her stomach. “Haaa! It's so delicious. "

  “Your face looks fresh. Have you recovered as usual? " asked Aya.

    Megumi lowered her head. "Thank you. I like being born again. The Power recovered perfectly. Your medicine is very effective. "

    "Yes. She is capable of twisting twice in the air to avoid my prick."

    "Oh, yeah? Good! "said Aya.

    "How long have I been sick?"

    Aya counts with her fingers. "Eleven days."

    "Ha? So, we've been here that long?”

    "Yes. What do you remember? " I asked carefully.

    Aya's face turned red. 

    Megumi was deep in thought.

    “The last thing I remember… You left me by saying your name. Um, who, huh ...?" The girl's eyes narrowed. "Ah, yeah, Genta! Your name is Genta! " she shouted.

    "Only that?" asked Aya searchingly.

    Megumi frowned. She tried to scrape the remnants of memories that could be poked out of her brain. She shook her head. "Only that. Why?" 

    Aya and I breathed a sigh of relief. We both shook our heads.

    "How old are you?" continued my lover.

    "This year is eighteen."

    "I'm older than you," sighed Aya. Her tone sounded regretful to have stepped further than the girl before her.

    I stroked her hand tenderly. “I will love you no matter how old you are.”

     Aya replied my hand. Megumi looked away embarrassed.

    "Genta is the oldest among us," said Megumi spoiled.

    "This year is twenty-one. Yes, I will die first," I teased.

    My lover clutched my hand. My words about death made her unwilling. "If you die, I'll die with you ...."

    "We'll die together, baby," I replied.

    Megumi couldn't stand to see the romance drama scene in front of her. She tilted her head, shouting under her breath, “Oh, Gosh! Please help me disappear from this world. I could die seeing these two lovebirds who are romantically drunk."

    Aya and I chuckled.

    "Who are you? Why are you wandering around disguised as a boy? " asked Aya as if to her sister.

    Instead of answering, Megumi jumped up the tree, entered the hut, briefly came back down with the black box she always carried everywhere. It was a small box, the size of a small jewelry box, wrapped in perfunctory red cloth. I think there is nothing special about the box except that it never leaves Megumi's shirt pocket.