The General's Daughter

a/n: …forgot to say: I don’t own SC2, but I do own Matsudaira Miyuki. Warning: This chapter contains descriptions of sexual assault!

For ff readers, I made this as explicit as possible to give a view of the mental torment she was going through. However, it was edited somewhat from the original version. If you in any way find this chapter offensive, don’t read it. You may miss a little bit, but that wbe rbe reinforced in the next chapter.

Chapter 2

Later that night, after devouring a three course dinner in less than ten minutes, I took a bath in the hot springs. I was guarded by Junko, who was obviously very pleased with his job. . .

I watched him as he watched me undress. “Don’t try anything.”

“And what makes you think I will?”

“And here I was thinking your tastes went to the opposite sex. . .I know a great guy in Kyoto; you two would make a cute couple.”

Junlushlushed and then glared. “I just don’t want to get into trouble. Take your bath and get back to the room.”

I sank into the hot water, sighing with relief. I ran the sponge up and down my arms, trying to avoid teasing Junko, though I knew he was watching. Gentleman, he isn’t. . .

It didn’t bother me in the least; nudity is beauty, no matter the gender. I just didn’t like the way he was watching me, eyes never moving from my body, staring at me like a wolf would aplespless lamb.

While I washed, I looked over my body. Apparently, that fever had put me out long enough for my wounds to become mere marks on my body. There was the one from the arrow on my left breast, the one from the lead archer’s katana and the one I inflicted on myself, plus others from prior battles. Of the nine scars I had, eight were on my chest and stomach. High praise: this meant that I had been injured facing my opponents, rather than running from them.

Why wasn’t I dead? “One reason you’re alive is because you missed the main artery. . .”

Even I knew that was a lie; the tanto went flush in and should have pierced my heart. Maybe someone in Nirvana had plans for me. . .

I leaned back in the water and yawned. I think I dozed off because when I opened my eyes, it was dusk. I stood up slowly, careful to not make sudden movements, lest life become very painful.

I stepped out of the pool and knelt down by my clothes to sort them out.

No sooner had I removed the towel to dress then something hit me in the back of the head. I fell forward, catching myself with my forearms. Two strong hands pinned my own down before I could turn around. “If you’re quiet, this will pass quickly and painlessly. If you’re not, then I’ll get to have more fun.”

Junko’s voice ran shivers up and down my spine. “Let me go! I swear I won’t tell anyone--!”

“I’ll make sure of that as well.” Both of my hands where brought together and a thick rope was wrapped my wrists. A dagger rested against the side of my neck. “Now, no noise unless you’re reaching the clouds and the rain. . .” Meaning orgasm. A thick cloth was tied around my mouth.

A hand ran its way from my wrists to my chest and fondled a breast—the left one. I tensed in pain. “You know you’re enjoying this. Relax; more is to come.”

The other hand removed itself from my hands and both hands tied my arms to my chest, immobilizing me. Then my face was pushed forwards and both of Junko’s hands grabbed my buttocks. One circled around began playing with my womanhood. “You’re not yet taken?! Imagine my luck!”

I have not hated anyone more than Junko at this moment. I still hadn’t cried yet and had been silent after my unheard cry.

I heard the removing of cloth and felt something hard against my butt cheek. “You’ll enjoy this, I promise you.”

The next thing I heard was the unsheathing of a sword and the snikt of bone being separated from bone; something warm and wet fell on my back and I fell forward and turned around to the best of my ability.

Mitsurugi was standing over Junko’s headless body, bloody sword in his hand. He wiped the blood off on Junko’s tunic and sheathed his sword. He knelt down in front of me as I tried to scramble backwards and removed the cloth over my mouth.

I lost it. “Please—don’t! I swear I won’t tell anyone--! Please just don’t hurt me!”

Instead of responding to my pleas, Mitsurugi stripped off his robe, revealing a muscular chest and a scar on the right shoulder. “I’m not going to hurt you. Calm down.”

“. . .please--! Leave me alone. . .!” I sobbed. I was crying so hard I couldn’t see straight. Though there had been no penetration beyond the finger, it was still mentally painful.

Mitsurugi pulled out a dagger and cut the bonds on my wrists. He wrapped his robe around me pul pulled the front closed while helping me to my feet. “He can’t hurt you anymore and I would never do something morally degrading as such.” He wrapped his strong arms around me, supporting me as my legs were shaking too hard to stand.

Funny how I found comfort in the arms of my enemy. “. . .I want my father. . .”

Mitsurugi said nothing. Instead, he held me at arms’ length and moved my head from side to side. “He did not hit you?”

“. . .o-only in t-the back of the h-head.” I answered, still sobbing.

Mitsurugi turned me around to look at my back and head. “Did he. . .?”

For a moment I was confused; then I realized what Mitsurugi was talking about: actual penetration. “. . .n-no, he didn’t.”

He sighed with relief. “. . .let’s get you inside and cleaned up.”

~~~

Inside, a woman was waiting. She was about a head shorter than Mitsurugi and wore a short white tunic bound with a purple sash, trimmed with gold and a black bodice under it. Two ninjatou were on her back. “Heishiro-san, what happened?!”

“Junko tried to rape her; he’s dead now.” Mitsurugi’s hand didn’t leave my shoulder. “She’s Matsudaira’s daughter. . . and a samurai.”

“What are you doing with General Matsudaira's daughter and what was she doing with Junko?!” The woman walked over to me and inspected my face and upper chest with her eyes. “She doesn’t look badly injured. . .”

“She’s a prisoner of war.” Mitsurugi said shortly. “Check her out, please; make sure she’s not. . .” He stopped, then left the room.

The woman stared hard at me. “Prisoner--?”

“. . .I was taken in the battle. . .”

“Why would allow yourself to?” The woman, a ninja by the silent way she moved, pulled me over to the fire pit and sat me down. She reached for the opening of the robe I wore around me, but stopped when I backed up. “I’m just checking. I have to verify with my eyes.”

I yielded and the woman opened the robe. “What’s your name, samurai?”

“Matsudaira Miyuki. I was injured and could not commit seppuku. He would not give me my tanto either.” I flinched as a hand ran over one of my battle wounds.

“Gomen; is that a battle scar?” The woman motioned for me to turn around and remove the robe. “You look fine, aside from the blood. His or yours?”

“His and yes, that is a battle scar.”

“My name is Taki; I’m a friend of Heishiro’s. So you’re the famous Warrior Woman he’s told me about.”

I flushed. “Has he really said that about me?”

“Yes, he has.” Taki pulled the robe closed and turned me around. “You’re fine, just mentally stressed. You need a massage and some rest.” Without another word, Taki stood up and called for Mitsurugi.

The door slid open almost immediately and Mitsurugi answered without peeking in the door. “Is it safe to come in?”

“Yes, we’re both decent. She’ll be okay; she just needs some rest and a massage. I will come back tomorrow, same time.”

“Taki, let me talk to you before you go.” Mitsurugi motioned outside and the two left. He pointed at me. “You, stay.”

Too flustered and scared beyond reason, I nodded. I went over to the wall opposite the shoji door and leaned against it.

Pretty soon, I was asleep.