Eitsu's Nine Lives (永津の九生) [yuri/GL yokai reincarnation story]

26 - Yamato

A/N: Since I couldn't sustain the 32 chapters 5 weeks challenge I set myself, Eitsu's Nine Lives is back to its one chapter per week, released Monday AEST, schedule.

NSFW

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In fact, it was another two months before Eitsu was satisfied with her methods of beating up all of the elders of Hanasan. One very late spring evening, still warm with the promise of summer, Eitsu glanced about at the elders of Hanasan, flat on their backs on the ground around her, and then up at Tsubaki.

"I think we should go home."

Only Zhāng Yàn seemed genuinely disappointed by this news. The others were evidently relieved that they didn't have to be beaten up any more, not that they could lose any more face in front of their disciples. In a effort to try and stop their reputations from being tarnished any further, they had made the spars with Eitsu private affairs, which none of the disciples could attend, but the results were always obvious.

At least their attitudes had changed. She was being treated much more respectfully, although the deference of some people was so disgracefully obsequious that it took all the little self-control Eitsu had not to laugh. Sometimes she laughed anyway.

Cheng Guk Lung still hadn't returned. A pity, but it couldn't be helped. Eitsu was itching to leave. Besides, when everything was over, she could always come back and see him. She had time.

What concerned her most was a certain dancer, who at the present moment stood contemplatively at a window, considering the night over Hanasan.

"You'll get wrinkles if you worry," Eitsu teased.

"Will I be less beautiful then?" Tsubaki asked bluntly.

"Well, the faces that you make in bed give you wrinkles too, so no." With one finger, Eitsu extracted a thin lock of Tsubaki's hair, tracing its length delicately. Her fingertip brushed the skin of Tsubaki's neck like a whisper. "Are you scared of getting old?"

"I've never had that luxury."

With a sigh, Eitsu wrapped her arms around Tsubaki, resting her chin on the dancer's shoulder.

"What are you doing?"

"Well, I thought I was comforting you, but apparently not."

Tsubaki snorted. "There are better ways to comfort me. Take my clothes off."

"What am I, your sex slave?"

"This is your punishment."

"For what, exactly?"

"If I need to spell it out, you need to be punished more."

"Tsu-bo-"

Tsubaki sealed her mouth with a deep kiss, pushing the kaibyou back onto their shared bed. She efficiently removed her own clothing, then began to undress Eitsu.

"This is so unsexy."

"That's why this was supposed to be your job."

With a thoughtful expression, Eitsu tapped Tsubaki's lips gently.

"You want a kiss?"

"Do you want to kiss me?"

"No, I'm talking to the person behind you."

"Oh, sorry for interrupting you then. I'll be on my way."

"Don't go." Tsubaki covered her face with both hands.

"I'm not going anywhere." Eitsu sat up to hug Tsubaki, her face pressed against the dancer's bare chest. She tenderly kissed the small pale breasts. Tsubaki's hands dropped to the kaibyou's face, but her eyes remained shut.