The General's Daughter

a/n I think I should probably mention now that this is around the SC2 era. For those that don’t play, Mitsurugi’s hunting for the Ultimate Weapon—Soul Edge.

His ending says that he found it, but realized it was evil and destroyed it. This story is basically HOW he realizes it was evil.

Chapter 8

I woke up to movement—someone was picking me up! I thrashed, catching the person in the chin; the person dropped unceremoniously on the ground and proceeded to curse fluently.

I saw Mitsurugi holding his nose and immediately remembered where I was. “Oh no, are you okay?!”

“I’m fine, nothing’s broken.” Mitsurugi just stared at me. “My, my, aren’t we paranoid.”

“Just a little; hell, you would be too if you had nearly been raped.” I just glared at him.

He just blinked at me. “There are so many thing wrong with that statement and I’m just going to ignore it.”

“You do that.”

“Anyways. . .Taki and Maxi are back, finally. We’re leaving just as soon as we get the cartwheel fixed.” Mitsurugi motioned to the wheel; it was broken in three different places. Taki and Maxi were carving a new one from the wood they had found. “My turn to nap; you can have a look of those papers if you wish. Perhaps there’s something I missed. . .” He stretched out on the ground and was asleep almost instantly in the cart’s shade.

I gathered a few of the papers and walked over to Taki and Maxi. “You two need some help?”

“No; thanks, though. We’re almost finished.” Taki held up the wheel while Maxi made a few cuts in the center of it. “Hei-kun told us everything that happened after we left; my sympathies.”

“Thank you.” I said, not really paying attention. I flipped through some of the papers.

I read as Taki and Maxi replaced the wheel on the cart. This legend was one that I had heard of; Father used to tell me stories about it. A sword, capable of providing the ultimate power to anyone who wishes it. He had told me it was evil and I believe him.

“C’mon, kid; we’re going!” Taki called.

“Don’t call me kid.” I said automatically. I climbed onto the cart and tied my horse’s leads to it so she didn’t run off. surusurugi was still sleeping and taking up most of the room on the cart, so I sat on the edge, my feet dangling off the back of the cart.

I yawned. It was getting dark; the sun was going down and so was the reading light. “Taki? When are we stopping for the night?”

“In about two hours; bandits usually travel at dusk, so it’s best to keep moving.” The ninja responded.

Maxi and I switched places; he leaned against the side of the cart and was almost instantly asleep.

“What made you change your mind?” Taki asked me after a bored silence.

I shrugged. “To be honest, I have no idea. I guess I just wanted the thrill of. . .something, I haven’t decided.”

“. . .it’s because of Hei-kun, isn’t it?” She gave me a small smile.

Caught off-guard, I didn’t say anything for a few moments. “Yes. I’m finally admitting it to myself, but yes.”

“He’s no casanova, but he’s a gentle man, despite his apanceances.”

“Are you sayings frs from experience?” I teased. Surely, there had to be some kind of relationship between the two; they were close.

“He’s more of a brother to me then a significant other. I love Maxi and I wouldn’t dream of changing either relationship.”

A long pause ensued and desperate for conversation, I asked: “So tell me about you and Mitsurugi?”

Taki sighed. “He’s my best friend and he introduced me to Maxi. Hei-kun and I have been through bad times and good times, but always we came out still friends.”

I canted my head. “Do tell.”

“You know he’s looking for Soul Edge, right? He’s been looking for it for the past ten years.” Taki slowed the horse she was riding down and stopped. “We’ll camp now; it’s getting too dark to see.”

“I’m with you there.” I stopped my horse and dismounted.

“Continuing on with our conversation: Soul Edge is the Ultimate Evil. It must be destroyed. Unfortunately, Hei-kun does not share mine and Maxi’s opinion; he’s out for revenge.”

“Against the Tanegashima, right?”

“Yep. . .he told you, didn’t he?” Taki nailed a cloth to the side of the cart. “You want the cart or the ground?”

“The men are in the cart. . .” I faltered.

Taki winked. “Maxi won’t be for long.” She went into the cart. I saw her lean down and kiss the pirate passionately. Sleepily, he sat up and Taki pulled him out of the cart into the tent on the ground. “All yours.” She said and winked.

I can’t believe I’m doing this . . . I thought as I stripped to hakama and undershirt. I stretched out in the cramped cart, trying to keep as far away from Mitsurugi as possible; it wasn’t possible.

He shifted and sat up, eventually. He left the cart and for an instant, I thought he was as uncomfortable as I was.

How wrong I was: about five minutes later, he climbed back into the cart.

Only it wasn’t Mitsurugi—it was Junko. . .

“. . .y-you’re dead!”

He merely gave me an evil smile. “Time to finish what I started. . .”

I tried to sit up to grab my wakizashi, only to find I couldn’t move. I looked around frantically for something, anything that would help—nothing. My hands were tied together and Junko was sitting on my stomach. “Lemme GO! Get off of me--!”

Leering, Junko moved his hand from my face down my chest, fondling one breast, past my stomach to the junction of my legs. Forcing them open, he began playing with my womanhood. I thrashed around—

--and sat up. Someone was in front of me and I heard a voice. “’Yuki? Are you okay?!”

It was Mitsurugi. Relieved, I collapsed into his arms, sobbing. “I—I just had a bad dream--! It was awful: I was back in the spring and Junko--!” I couldn’t finish; instead, I sobbed into the man’s muscular chest.

“Shh. . .nothing’s going to hurt you now. . .it’s okay.” “. . .a gentle man, despite his appearances.”

The flap of the cart opened and sunlight poured in. Taki stood in the square of light, weapons ready, as did Maxi. “I heard screaming—you two. . .ooohhhh. . .I get it.” She winked. “Took you two long enough.”

“Shaddup, both of you; she just had a bad dream.” Mitsurugi held me closer while I continued crying.

Taki knew what that meant. “About Junko--?”

“Who’s Junko?” Maxi questioned naively.

“. . .h-he tried to rape me. . .” I sniffed.

Maxi’s expression darkened. “Bastard. . .where is he.” He deadpanned.

“Dead.” Mitsurugi let go of me and got out of the cart; I followed, legs shaking. “Why don’t you two take a walk or. . .something?”

“Hehe. . .’something’. . .gotcha.” Taki winked at the both of us and put Maxi in a headlock. The pirate grinned, knowing what was coming while Taki dragged him into the woods. I heard a startled feminine cry, followed by the ripping of clothes.

“Those two. . .” Mitsurugi shook his head, sighing. Then he turned to me. “Are you okay?”

“. . .yeah. . .” I nodded. “. . .uh. . .Mitsurugi? Can I ask you a question?”

“Just call me Heishiro; yes, go ahead.”

“. . .why do you want the Tanegashima destroyed?” That hadn’t been what I was about to ask.

“Because the Emperor must want it destroyed.” Mitsurugi said brusquely.

If he wanted it destroyed, why did he bring it here? “Oh.” Way to go, kiddo.

“Walk with me, Miyuki.” Mitsurugi and I walked to the woods, far from where Taki and Maxi had gone in. “It’s not easy for me to say this, but. . .I don’t want you here.”

My heart shattered into several pieces. “. . .why?”

“It’s too dange, ev, even for a seasoned fighter such as yourself.” He responded hurriedly. Something tells me that that wasn’t what he wanted to say either. . .

By this time, we were actually in the woods. It was a gorgeous day; the sun was overhead, no clouds, slight breeze, and somewhat warm. I sighed; why can’t every day be like this?

Mitsurugi stopped; so did I, glancing at him questioningly. “Soul Edge is not to be taken lightly, Miyuki. . .” He faltered and I canted my head.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Er. . .nothing. Um, we should probably be getting back.” He turned quickly and headed back the way we came.

“I’m waiting for you.” I said as soon as he was out of earshot.

Around dusk, I made it back to the site. Maxi was giving Taki a backrub while Mitsurugi was reading more papers, his back to them. The pirate looked at me and grinned; he and Taki got up and walked slowly away.

I went and sat down besides Mitsurugi; he handed me some papers. “Last this puts Soul Edge was in Europe, about four years ago; from what rumors I’ve heard, it came back to Japan via trading ship. A foreigner had it and was last seen in Kyoto last month, about a week’s journey from here.”

I looked through the papers he had given me. Something caught my eye. “Hei-san, I think you should read this.” I offered the paper to him; he ignored it.

So I read it out loud. “’The Ultimate Power grants a being their utmost wish in exchange for their very being’—hey!”

Mitsurugi yanked the paper out of my hand. “A tale meant to frighten people.” He stood up and helped me to my feet. “It won’t take me. . .I promise.” A large calloused hand rubbed against my cheek; my eyes widened as I saw Mitsurugi staring at me through unreadable eyes. He was coming closer. I backed up unconsciously.

“. . .how would I know?” I placed a hand on his chest.

“You will.” He said quietly. “I would not let it take me from the woman I want to be with.”

I started. “Huh--?!”

I didn’t notice how close he was until I felt warm, gentle lips against my own. I closed my eyes as he placed his hand on my back. I was in heaven, flying, singing in my soul.

“. . .you’ve never known love, have you?” he whispered after breaking the kiss.

Still dazed, I shook my head.

“Let me show you.” He pulled me closer and kissed harder, while wrapping his arms around my shoulders.

He picked me up, still kissing me and set me gently on the back of the wagon. I allowed him to run his hands from my lower chest to my butt before stopping him. “ . . .wha. . .what are you doing?”

“Shh. . .” he whispered in my ear. He then proceeded to barely kiss my neck and face.

“. . .I’ve never done this before. . .” I gasped.

Heishiro broke away and for a moment, I thought I had done something wrong. “Are you sure, then? Do you want me to continue . . .?”

Without hesitation, I answered. “Yes.” I wanted him to take me. I loved him and I wanted him.

Heishiro pulled himself closer to me while removing his robe. He took my hands and placed them in the middle of his back while he moved his own along my forearms down my chest and finally halting them at my beltline. Easing it open, he gently ran his hands along my naked waistline to my shoulder blades. My yukata fell off into the back of the cart, providing a handy cushion when he laid me down.

He removed the obi that had been around my waist. I was now completely naked while he took in everything with his eyes. Unsure of what to do next, I just lay there, letting him rub my sides gently.

His gaze was not like Junko’s. Heishiro ran his gentle hands over every inch of my body, sending shivers up my spine. His hands found mine and closed gently on my wrists.

I tensed, scared of what could happen with me so vulnerable like that. He was physically larger and stronger than me and could easily have his way with me if he so desired.

He must have sensed my apprehension because he leaned down and gently kissed me. He moved my hands to his haori, which I slowly removed, never taking my eyes off of his face as he never took his from mine.

He looked me over for a few moments; I turned away.

Who would love a woman with so many scars?

“You’re beautiful.”

The soft tenor made me turn back to Heishiro. He pulled me to him and kissed me deeply.

He picked me and the yukata up out of the cart, still kissing me. “Let’s go someplace more private. . .” He put me down gently while I pulled the yukata over me without tying the belt; it was somewhat drafty. I was wearing nothing under it and he was still wearing hakama. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the woods.

We reached a clearing where he turned me around so my back was to the clearing and kissed me. He started walking forward, guiding me to the middle of the clearing.

It was an absolutely gorgeous night—a slight breeze, not too hot, not too cold and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. The moonlight leaked through the clearing, highlighting everything with a bluish-white glow.

Heishiro stopped in the middle of the clearing and pulled me down to my knees. “. . .are you sure?”

“. . . More than anything.” I whispered back.

He began kissing my neck while laying me down on the warm ground. He kissed a path from my neck to my navel while his hands began playing with my small breasts.

The large but gentle hands massaged them for a few moments, then one of his hands went to one of my nipples. The fingers squeezed and rubbed while I moaned, wanting more. The other nipple instinctively went up, begging for attention. Heishiro moved his mouth from my navel to the needy nipple and began sucking on it.

I arched my back instinctively towards his body. He took the hint and pressed himself against me, moving his mouth from the nipple to my mouth. He rubbed his body against mine, making me ache for more.

I felt his peerless parts, hard and erect, against my leg through the hakama. Pressing myself against him, I heard him groan and move his hands down to the hakama.

Or so I thought. Instead of going to the hakama to remove it, the hands went between my legs. One went to one of my butt-cheeks and lifted it while the other played with my womanhood.

A thick finger ran itself from my spot to my folds. My eyes widened in fear and I tensed; the finger went away. “. . .I’m sorry.” Heishiro whispered. “Are you okay?”

I nodded, relieved. Heishiro’s hands went to my hips while his mouth went to mine. I put my hands on his thick waist, finally realizing that I hadn’t done anything with them.

He pulled me up to a sitting position, then took one of my hands. He led it from his shoulders to his obi, teaching me how he liked to be touched. I took my other hand and placed on his chest, following the same path as he had showed me, only this time keeping my touch light and delicate. He closed his eyes and lifted his head to the sky.

I moved my hands to his obi, resting them there and kissed his chest—at the height I was at, I could not reach his mouth.

Heishiro covered my hands with his and ran them over the front of the hakama, where a noticeable bulge was located. He ran my hands over it with a barely audible moan.

Heishiro then guided my hands back to his waist and helped me help him remove his hakama.

His organ sprang out and he gasped, freed of the cloth prison. Heishiro took my in his arms and kissed me passionately . . .He lay me down on the yukata while kissing my face and neck and chest.

He carefully opened my legs for easier access, then pressed his manhood against my entrance. “. . .It may hurt some. . .are you ready?”

I nodded, then wrapped my arms tighter around his shoulders as he gently lay me on the ground. He moved a hand to my butt and lifted it up while he began easing his way into me.

Heishiro was right: it did hurt. A lot. I flinched and whimpered and he stopped. “Am I hurting you?”

“No. . .” I lied.

“I’ll go slower.” He did and it hurt a little less.

He was in to the hilt and completely filled me, spiritually and physically. It felt good. I leaned my head back and moaned while he kissed the hollow of my throat up the underside of my neck to my mouth and stopped, just staring into my face.

He began thrusting, slowly at first. I gasped in pleasure and gripped his shoulders closer. He stopped, then, still in me, sat up, placing me on his lap. The organ went in deeper, causing me some more pain, but it passed quickly, replaced by the feeling of completeness.

Heishiro put his hands on my waist while I wrapped my arms under his and around to his back, gripping his shoulders. On instinct, I squeezed my thighs together, causing him to gasp. He moved a hand to the back of my head and circled oth other around my waist and kissed me. “. . . do that again and this may be short-lived . . .”

He began thrusting into my and I felt my lower muscles clench. A feeling of pleasure coursed its way up my spine and into my brain.

Heishiro leaned back, keeping me sitting up, and lay down on the forest floor. Keeping his hands on my hips, he thrust harder up into me. “. . . nngh . . .”

I could feel my lower muscles clench more and I saw white. An intense pleasure blossom exploded into existence in my womanhood. I cried out.

Without warning, Heishiro sat up and had me on the forest floor while he thrust harder and harder into me while gasping my name into my ear.

He reared up, calling out my name to the heavens, while I arched my back and gripped his shoulders, shouting out his name.

Heishiro leaned forward, breathing heavily and sweating. A sheen glistened on his forehead while he stared into my eyes. “. . . Miyuki, I love you.”

“I love you, too.” I said, staring back into his eyes while combing strands of hair from them.

He leaned forward and rested his head against my chest while I held it. He held me closer to him.

I wished this wouldn’t end.

But it did.

However, three hours later found a certain restless couple at it again, this time in the nearby lake. . .