Jin was something of a mystery around the city. Handsome and articulate, the 20 year old samurai was the object of many women's attentions but he seemed to be far more interested in his training with a sword. It had come to the point that his father had arranged that he was t get married to the daughter of one of the other samurai families. Now Jin ( Read more... )

Jin sat on his knees in the gym of the hotel, his eyes closed as he quietly meditated. Getting to his feet, he drew his sword and gracefully moved into his stance, performing a few kata with an imaginary partner. Slowly, he began to pick up speed and soon his sword was a blur as he began to go through the advanced techniques instilled by his school ( Read more... )

( For taciturn_ronin )

He had curled up in the bed thinking, as odd as it was was being raised higher than usual, the more covered he was the more warm he would soon enough feel. How wrong he was. In fact, things just kept feeling colder the more he stilled and the longer time moved on. He was pretty sure he could see his breath too, if he bothered to even look. Why was ( Read more... )

Jin looked across the table at the petite girl he was with, his eyes locked onto her face. He could understand her trepidation considering that he had just suggested that they get married. He gave her a quiet smile and reached across the table to cover her hand with his own.

"You don't have to decide right away."

This was a strange situation that Jin suddenly found himself in. He wore a woman's kimono and tall geta, making his already tall stature seem even taller. His face and hair was done up like that of a geisha, it was obvious that he wasn't going to be fooling anyone into thinking he was really a woman but luckily for him there was only one person who ( Read more... )

[the hand on her hip, slowly moved up to cup her waist as the hand cupping her face lightly stroked her cheek]

Indeed.

Jin waited in the gym, holding a single bokken in each hand. He had agreed to help the young woman with her swordplay and was now waiting on her arrival. He imagined that she might have been new and as such needed time to find the gym. He rubbed his eyes with his forefinger and thumb as he waited ( Read more... )

The samurai sat in the lobby of the hotel leaning over a shogi board, there had been a few moves made on either side and it was obvious that he was playing both sides. To the right of the game board, on a tobacco tray was a lit kiseru, filling the room with strands of smoke. On the other side of the board was a small bottle of sake and a cup to go ( Read more... )

The samurai stood in the gym, stripped to his waist as he raised the bokken above his head as he readied himself. The young man was practicing his forms, striking down imaginary enemies with short, quick strokes. He was working himself into a decent sweat, rivulets running down his arms, face and chest. He stopped to take a breath and looked around ( Read more... )