Fan Fiction ❯ The White Rice Paper ❯ WRP chapter one ( Chapter 1 )

Chapter One

His hands roamed across my bare skin and tangled at the hair on the base of my neck. He moaned and panted in my ear saying the name that I told him was mine, begging and pleading for release, as I teased him relentlessly.

I would give it to him.

He writhed above me trying to get some sort of friction, which I denied him; I tried to let him touch as little of me as possible as I drove him wild. When I knew he didn't expect it, and couldn't do anything about it I retrieved the tonto I kept hidden in my long robes. A piece of leather tied the thin blade to my inner thigh, the deadly metal heated by my skin.

He didn't even see it coming. His eyes opened wide as I drove the blade in between his ribs and into his lung, popping it and keeping him from crying out. In a few moments he would drown in his own blood.

I stood up and rearranged my robes; I retrieved my tonto and wiped the blade on his hakama, smearing it with the red fluid. I glanced back at my work one last time to make sure everything was as it should be. The body wouldn't be found for some time. I was sure of it, everyone knew of the lord's disloyalty to his wife and no one would go to look for him if he didn't return home tonight. They would assume he was with another of his whores, and his wife would cry again. I don't know why she bothered to weep anymore, the man was a bastard and he deserved to die. And he did. If I hadn't done it someone else would have.

I walked back out into the cool summer night letting the gentle breeze wash over me, and cleanse my spirit. I returned to the camp and longed for a hot bath. The night air was all very well for cleansing the spirit, but I needed to cleanse my body as well, but first I needed to make my report.

I entered a house in the center of the camp. I walked down a long hall and sat behind a closed door waiting to be acknowledged through the thin rice paper. When he did acknowledge my presence I made my report. He gave the response I expected, I returned to my room to meditate to forget the mission that I had just returned from. I stared at that blank piece of white paper for some time, willing my mind and body to forget. But I knew that I wouldn't, no matter how hard I tried, how deep my mukso, I can never get all of my thoughts to leave my head. I pretended that I did, however.

I waited a suitable amount of time, and then sought out the long bath I had been craving since the instant that filthy man had laid his hands on me.

I found one of the other girls that I lived near; she was up waiting for my return with clean robes and a meal, which I declined to eat. She prepared the bath for me as I gathered my things and walked to the secluded wooden edifice that called to me.

As I removed my robes I could still feel those rough fingers running over my body, his calloused hands leaving red welts on my skin in their wake. I shuddered as I slipped into the steaming water and let the heat wash over me as I sunk deeper into the sunken bath letting the scalding liquid raise up over my head and soak into my thick hair. I stayed like that for some time, just sitting in the water and thinking of nothing and letting the water cool in the night air.

The moon was low in the sky when I finally got out of the bath, the water droplets running down my naked skin to fall to the floor and form a puddle around my bare feet. I looked down at my feet; they were very small, just like me. Tiny. But with those feet I could kick harder, and run farther than most men could. My legs are thick with muscle, especially around my thighs, not thin and shapely like many other girls. My belly was flat and my breasts were small, my arms long and thin. I wasn't satisfied with how I looked, with my body in general, but it got the job done and that's all that mattered.

I finished drying off; letting most of the droplets disappear by themselves in the night air. I pulled my dark hair back into a tight braid so it wouldn't tangle as I slept. I put on my yukata and tied the obi as I replayed the night's events in my head, even though I knew I shouldn't. I should forget all that I did, but my mind wouldn't listen to my training. My heart pounded as I made my way back to the house I was staying in. As I entered my room I saw that my futon had been laid out for me and blankets placed at the foot of the bed. I sighed and lay down, pulling the blankets over my still chilled body, ignoring all the sounds I could hear in the camp. They were always so loud, echoing in my ears; the sounds of the guards pacing at their posts, snoring from people who actually had peace of mind and the sound of a happy couple making love in the moonlight.

I sighed again blocking out the sounds and finally drifted off to sleep. The crickets sang me a soft and gentle lullaby that calmed my nerves and relaxed my mind.