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"Don't worry about it." She smiled sadly before standing up, slightly wobbling. "I think I need some fresh air, it's getting a bit hot. You should really try to eat something before the foods all gone." Hanami turned swiftly and left the restaurant where she would be greeted by fresh air, and the sight of cherry blossoms. She sighed and walked off, towards the back of the restaurant. She didn't know that Ageha was back there, and didn't go far enough to see her.
Even after Hanami had just up and left the ronin there upon the floor of the restaurant, Asuka seemingly frozen in the very bow of forgiveness she issued forth to the miko, the very woman Asuka felt she had now shamed with the touch of her lips to hers, Hanami's luscious...sweet...warm and tender.....Gah! What the hell was she thinking that for?! This was wrong! So wrong! But it was just an accident. Asuka had no intentions of locking lips with a beautiful girl such as Miko-dono. It had just happened in that moment, the very second she rose her head. In such a tizzy was she that Asuka had no idea Hanami's lips were hung so precariously over hers, and yet they made contact, and...in that very brief but blissful moment of contact, her lips tingled so wildly at the touch of the miko's, such a wonderful and amazing sensation overcoming her, every inch of her body reacting so wildly to the kiss, that....part of her yearned to feel it again. So this is how it felt to kiss someone, and another woman at that. Even if it was accidental in nature and entirely unexpected, it had to be....the most beautiful experience ever for the ronin. But still to her...it was dishonorable what she had done, and for such, she punished herself.
Oh what a fool I be, that I indeed am for taking advantage of Miko-dono, placing my lips upon hers. I feel as though my imbecilic and uncalled for actions have saddened poor Miko-dono, that I believe I have done. Even my apology....even it was not enough to keep her from leaving like she did. Oh....But all awhile the lowly wanderer was wrapped up in her own self flagellation of the mind, a figure approached behind her, tall, a bit muscular, even for a woman, and clad in bits and pieces of mismatched armor.
"Hey! Numbskull!" Her rather husky and deep but indignantly feminine voice bellowed unto the ronin, catching her attention quickly. Wait...where did she hear this voice before?
"How long do you plan on snogging the floor like that, idiot? Get up!" "Oro?" Asuka, rising out of the bowing position she had been stuck in for a while now, blinked her eyes rapidly, them having grown blurry from being trapped in the dark between her face and the hardwood of the floor underneath. "Who...who said that?" Twas no one in front of her, other than Akane-dono and Hime-dono, and she was dead certain not one of those women carried a voice such as what the ronin heard, so harsh, so authoritative, and still...it belonged to a woman?
"Behind you, Kushiami-san! Sheesh, you're as much of a dimwit as you were as a child!" Asuka soon rose to her feet and turned, and once she had made the full 180 around.....she couldn't believe her very eyes, for standing before Asuka was none other than her......
"S-s-Sensei?!" No! It couldn't be her! There was no way Asuka was looking wide eyed at the very woman who taught her the art of kenjutsu, but even as she blinked her eyes, assured this had to be some illusion...there she was still, Natsume Hibana, the successor of the Kazeryu no Tsurugi style of kenjutsu, a scowl ever present in her fearful, glaring eyes.
"Been a long time, my idiot apprentice." The muscular woman grumbled, crossing her arms.
Still, despite her sensei's gruffness and her stern approach to the ronin, it didn't stop Asuka from running headfirst to Natsume, her arms stretched out wide as she dove forth with the most cheerful and joyous of grins across her face as she cried out, "I missed you, Natsume-sensei!!" But it turns out her sensei wasn't in for a happy reunion, as she coldly sidestepped the glomping samurai and out the door Asuka went, tumbling across the dirt and crashing into a cage full of chickens, a plume of white feathers sent upward along with the agitated clucks of the angry fowl.
"Hmph! A hug was the last thing I expected from you, Kushiami." Natsume trudged from the restaurant, that grimace of disdain for her past student, still very much present as it had been for the many years Asuka endured the woman's cruel tutelage.
"So this is the deadliest samurai in all of Japan? I'm actually more offended than I am astounded, especially when an idiot such as you runs off to join the war even after I told you swordsmanship has no business in the politics of those fatheaded lords!" For a minute or so, Asuka lied there in a daze, the chickens she riled with her clumsiness irritably pecking at her and cantankerously crooning, enough to match the anger her sensei held for the ronin, for it was not a peaceful parting from the woman indeed, and for those eight long years, it had certainly chided Natsume.
"On your feet, Kushiami! Move it!""Oro!! Yes sensei!" Immediately the samurai was to her feet, but it was not without Asuka's legs quivering in absolute terror of this woman, a shrill gulp inward as her eyes went wide with such fear and such respect for her sensei. Of all the horrors she had faced in those dreadful warring days, none, not even the worst, compared to the dread Asuka felt looking this very woman in her equally cold, vicious eyes.
"Give me your sword." The woman commanded. Bowing, Asuka unsheathed her blade, and in that moment, Hibana swiftly snatched it from her student's hand, examining it intently, her scrutinizing gaze running up and down the polished blade. Suddenly, Asuka saw the woman's eyes alight with a fierce rage, and soon Hibana threw down the ronin's sword, rushing over with her firm hands grasping Asuka's frail neck.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING CARRYING AROUND A SAKABATO, IDIOT?! THAT THING'S NO SWORD! IT'S A PIECE OF JUNK!! YOU'RE ONLY ASKING TO GET KILLED WAVING THAT WORTHLESS CRAP AROUND!!" Such misfortune it was to gain this woman's ire. She shook the terrified Asuka like a ragdoll, all while her rancorous screams echoed about the village.
"DON'T TELL ME YOU'VE GONE SOFT ALREADY, KUSHIAMI!" Of course her sensei didn't know of Asuka's earlier vow to never shed blood again...a vow she may have broken once with Kurohebi, but for now she aimed to stay true to it. However....Hibana was seeming to object.