Blood Path

Later that night, I call all my family and friends and tell them I’m going out of town and it would be best if they left as well. I explain what’s going on and it appears that no one believes me.

Marisol looks at me—she came right over after I told her—and says: “I believe you.” She looks at Hei-san and says something in Japanese; she’s also fluent. Hei-san nods and smiles and responds back.

Marisol turns back to me. “You’ve said that you’re the heir to Soul Edge, right? That I don’t believe, but if it IS true, wouldn’t Nightmare be after you or that--?” she points to my neck.

The tiny shard Toranaga-san gave to me—I had it made into a necklace. Marisol gives me a hug and leaves.

Hei-san and I take my car, my swords, three of my 9mils and three days worth of clothes and we hit the road.

Three hours out of the Beach, I call my family and get an answering machine: “We’re out of town for the next month, please leave a message and we’ll get back to you!”

I sigh with relief and turn on the radio to the news.

Hei-san’s explained to me that Soul Edge is the Ultimate Weapon. I humor him. I know it’s evil; I play along. When I find it, I’m going to destroy it—heiress or not.

We’ve been paying attention to the news a lot lately. Last week, an entire high school was massacred in Richmond. Bodies were found shriveled and broken. Hei-san says it’s from Nightmare’s sword. Hell, I’ll believe anything these day; you will when one of the characters from a video game falls into your lap.

The week before, a prominent general in Fort Lee was found raped and murdered. Her body was in the same shape as the students’ bodies.

“I’m sensing a pattern here.” I say to him after hearing a story about a Newport News family that had died in a house fire. Their bodies were like all the others.

“You think police catching on?” Hei-san asks. His English is still basic, but he is an eager…I can’t call a man of nearly 30 a ‘student’.

”No, it’s the POLICE. They’re as scared as we are.” I say.

Hei-san nods grimly. Before he appeared here, he had been fighting Nightmare. Somehow they had opened a time warp; don’t ask me how. Ask the geeky kid down the street. He tried to explain it to me---once.

“Stealing more souls---maybe find a way house?”

“’Home’, Hei-san; ‘house’ is what one lives in.” I think. “You may be right.”

Our main base for the least two days has been a motel in Franklin, three hours from the Beach. I pull out the map I have been using to track the murders. There is a red line—the Blood Path—that extends from just outside Richmond, where I had been driving when I found Hei-san to Norfolk/Chesapeake border. The radio bl.
.

“A serial murderer is cutting a swath through Eastern Virginia…He leaves his mark with bodies drained of fluids and a message in German—“

I turn up the volume. “—that appears to say: I know where your family is…and where you are. Surrender the shard! Witnesses say that the man is severely mutated on the right side of his body; some swear that he resembles a video game character from a game called Soul Calibur.”

“I will fight him…I take Soul Edge and go home---“ Hei-san glances at me; I smile, letting him know he used the right word.

Then I frown. “Soul Edge is evil, hon. It has to be destroyed…”

He is silent, glaring at me stonily. He won’t do it; I know him that well.

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Later that night, Hei-san comes into my room. We have conjoined rooms; the cheapest they had. I swear the roaches here are on steroids! I leave the door unlocked now because I trust him.

Apparently he had been watching me sleep; that’s what wakes me up. I sit up and stare back. He’s wearing jeans and is bare-chested. If I were a man, I’d want to look like that.

“Kirei-ne…” [“Beautiful”]

I assume he’s talking about the tapestry painting that hangs above the hotel’s bed. [“Yeah, it’s pretty. A little too Englisr myr my tastes…”]

[“I wasn’t talking about the tapestry…”]

Before I know it, Hei-san is kissing me full on the lips. I melt into his strong arms. He runs his hands up to my hair and pulls off the hanker-chief I use to hold my shoulder-blade length blonde hair in place at night. He grabs a handful and gently pulls back, exposing my throat; he kisses it up and down.

I’m wearing a thin button up flannel shirt and underwear: that’s it. Hei-san guides me down to the mattress and begins to unbutton the shirt. As he does that, he traces his tongue delicately from the underside of my chin to the point where he stops unbuttoning; he leaves one still there.

He moves his hands down my sides and feels me through my underwear. I can feel the panties getting wetter by the second.

As I run my small hands up and down his sides, he removes the jeans that I bought him---he started wearing them to fit in better. God, he looks good in jeans. He looks better with them off now …and he doesn’t like boxers OR briefs.

Still kissing my chest and stomach, Hei-san slides the crotch of my panties aside and inserts himself in me. “Oh jeez…” I say; he’s huge. He thrusts some and pulls out, looking down into my face. [“…I’m sorry…I should have asked.”]

I put a finger to his mouth. [“Shh. It’s okay…”]

[“Are you sure?”]

[“More than anything else in my life.”] I pull him closer and kiss him. He kisses back, then removes my underwear. He puts a rather large finger besides my clit and plays with it.

Before I climax, I cry out: “Please, stop!” Hei-san does and covers my mouth with his. He presses himself against me, then traces the tip of his manhood up from my thigh to in me. I moan; man, he’s good…not that I have any comparison…

By this time, the flannel shirt has been removed. Hei-san pulls out again and turns me over. He pulls me back to him and puts his cock in me again, this time roughly. “Oh yes…” I groan.

“Suteki-da…” I’m honestly not sure what that means…probably something along the lines of today’s “you fine!”.

I rise to my knees and he thrusts harder and harder into me. Just before he climaxes, he pulls out with a grunt. He rolls me over and pins me to the bed, kissing my neck and shoulders. He forces himself between my legs and rams himself into me. It’s painful, yes, but the pleasure overrides it.

He pulls me onto his lap and licks the length of my neck, thrusting the whole time.

I come hard and fast. “Oh, my god, oh god, oh jeez, oh. . . !” Hei-san comes roughly at the same time. He raises his head and lets out an impassioned shout to the ceiling. I feel him leave a bit of himself in me.

We fall back to the mattress, panting and sweating. Hei-chan is on top now, but neither of us has the energy to do more than breathe heavily and kiss lightly.

Hei-chan lavishes my neck with kisses. “Aishiteru…”

I respond in kind, then kiss him softly on the mouth.

We fall asleep in each other’s arms like that, his head on my chest and my arms around his shoulders when the sun rises.