Behind Closed…Bushes?

By: Shin Sankai

Authors Notes: This is just a short multi-chapter oneshot I thought up while taking a break at work, so this is Part One of it now. Nothing special has happened yet. It’s for Western Ink’s Challenge for the SLAOML using some of the “raunchy” DJ Scans from the Photo’s Section so I decided to use the ‘bushes’ one and to my new dear friend Chi-chan this story is for you! ^_^x

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Breathe in… Breathe out…

It was something I’d have to remind myself to do again, everytime I was in the vicinity of someone I’d known for most of there life. How could I not look at her, the way she flittered here and there in those extremely small shorts of hers? Didn’t she know women her age weren’t meant to show so much skin? True she was no ordinary woman, since she was now trying to establish herself as the new Okashira of the Oniwabanshuu, but that didn’t mean she had to openly show off her long pale legs to me of all people.

A light pat to my cheek jolted me from my reverie.

“Geez Aoshi-sama, what’s up with the spaced out look?” Came the voice of the young girl…woman…I used to know. She stood a little too close, top half of her body bending slightly to look quizzically into my face as I sat on the ground in the forest. I had been overlooking the small lake out the back of the Aoiya, probably a fifteen minute walk away until my thoughts had been snatched away and the lake was replaced with her tilted head. Her hand was soft, gentle and smelling of…rose water? as it was still against my cheek before I quickly, but not too quickly moved my face away. I didn’t want her to take offence, but of course I was disappointed in myself for having had her, the one I used to help train alongside Hannya sneak up on me.

“What are you doing here Misao?” I voiced in my usual monotone way, revealing nothing of the stirrings within my stomach that she caused me daily.

As I stood up from my position, brushing dead leaves from the back of my deep purple onmitsu training outfit, white ties flurrying about because of the cool breeze, I observed Misao place her hands on her hips looking strangely up at me. It was…

Adorable…

“Aoshi-sama, I asked for you to train me again and you agreed. You said to meet you here, high noon and so here I am. Mou, don’t tell me you’re going to back down on your promise to me?” Her bottom lip jutted out slightly, into a pout I was very familiar with. Misao had done this ever since she was a child.

Not a child anymore…

“Begin your stretching at once.” I commanded of her and watched her jump into action.

As I tried to unfocus my previous thoughts, Misao flexed her arms, hands, legs and feet before cracking her neck and rolling her shoulders back. It wasn’t long before she tightened the pink bow holding her onmitsu shirt closed even if I could see part of her white bindings keeping her breasts pressed greedily to her chest. And as soon as she bent over, perky bottom stuck in the air as she touched the ground with her hands without bending her knees the stirrings within my body began once again.

Truthfully, they had come more frequently these days and I cursed my body time and time again. Of course many men who’d been through this situation before would say ‘Aoshi, you are only human, a man has needs after all’ but this wasn’t just any normal girl/woman. This was Misao, my Okashira’s grand daughter and she was once my ward as well. I had been a guardian for her, with orders from my Okashira to look after her and not only that I was also her teacher and her leader. And yet now, as she was bent over like that, her buttocks in my line of view the sensations of seeing her like that would not leave me alone. Or should I say, the sensations of wanting to see her naked would not break from my mind.

Breathe in… Breathe out…

As I felt myself twitch within my fundoshi I hoped the folds of my gi would hide my growing tightness. I prayed to Kami-sama that the seriousness of helping to train Misao would soon wipe all current thoughts of wanting her naked away.

“I’m ready Aoshi-sama.” Misao voiced once more as she stretched lastly up on her toes, hands up above her head, stretching like a cat would in the afternoon sun.

Her blue eyes opened, sparkling like crystal jewels as she brightly smiled over at me, never having trained with me for over 11 years as she moved into a stance, feet compact and steady against the ground below us while her hands were raised and fisted.

She had grown…

Unfortunately my keen eyesight had noticed the parting of her blue gi and of course this meant seeing more of the bindings. Just last year she seemed to have nothing there and yet within a year Misao’s body seemed to call out to me in some mystical way, making me look her up and down when she wasn’t paying any attention.

I’m in hell…

As I moved into a slow practice fight with Misao, watching the way her arms and legs moved about as she blocked my attacks, I was glad certain images were leaving my mind, but unfortunately everytime her soft supple skin touched my hardened and scared body it would bring back a warmth within me that I hadn’t felt in years.

I would have to release myself of this pressure once Misao and I finished. Not only that I would have to remind myself to not drift off so easily into my dark thoughts of what I wanted to do to Misao, for I didn’t want her to find out what I truly did at this lake when alone.

OoOo to be continued oOoO