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[Kyoto] Sword in the Stone

Sora smiled softly taking in Sumaru's appearance and of course, their dinner. "Sushi sounds great, actually. You know... I almost forgot that... I have to release you from one of your orders," she spoke softly still as she moved back away from Sumaru and over to her closet again. "I know this is going to sound weird but... Sumaru-kun, please undress."

She looked at him her face half veiled by the closet door as she looked for something. She blushed lightly, "If that isn't too forward of me to ask. I can step into the other room if you'd like."
 
He blinked, again caught so suddenly by the change in Sora's mood. He didn't answer with words, just a simple nod as he stood up. "You've no need to advert your eyes, I have nothing to hide from you. This body-- it's yours after all," choosing to use telepathy as a way of being more intimate with his princess. His voice in her head was soft, but not shy. His face didn't show any embarrassment as he undid his aoi-no-hakama, removing the pieces in silence. He made sure every tie was undone ceremoniously, and that the pieces never fell to the floor.

With the clothing removed, the masterpiece of fighting technology and unending training stood in the middle of the room with only a piece of cloth tied into a traditional form of underwear. He was unlike the other 27s, obviously male with more of a defined muscle mass wrapped tightly into a form fit for any condition. With his clothing set on the bed folded neatly with his swords on top on a length of silk, he finally glanced up to Sora. Curiously searching to see if there was some sort of approval in her eyes. After all, he had spent the last few years of his life becoming what he was for her.
 
Sora eyes widened as she couldn't help but watch Sumaru undress... he was one of the two male Ketsurui samurai and he was hers. She remembered the day she checked him into the ship as she blushed. THe memory pulling her awe back to why she asked him to get undressed in the first place and pulled a couple of plastic wrapped suits, fresh from dry cleaning from the closet, unsure if he would want to wear either.

"I...um.. I had forgot to give you the option to wear something else and... it didn't seem like we have enough time for you to go back and change so... I.. uh.. have some choices for something else for you to wear on our date... if you'd like. Obaasan has always said to keep extra clothes for the beautiful people that work alongside you in.. the way we are," she explained rather awkwardly. Feeling embarrassed that she was sent some regular clothing for her samurai to wear when she wanted them to go under a lower profile and style couldn't be sacrificed... but she did want them to have a normal date.

I should've just asked him if he wanted to change before I got him naked.. She thought as she pursed her lips together, walking back over to her date, with the suits held carefully in hand. "Oh! I got you something too! I'll go get it if you want to change?"
 
Sumaru's eyes drifted up to observe hers, ogling his form. He couldn't help but put on a little cocky smile. After all, what he had become was the result of all his hard work and determination. He was much more, grown up then so many years ago when she had checked him in to the Plumeria, much sharper features and broader shoulders.

He took the suit with a smile and nod, letting her go dig out what she had got for him. In the mean time he chose the simple black classic outfit on the rack, a sharp Yamamoto designer suit. Something Sumaru never once thought he'd ever get to wear, being that the piece must have cost more than he had ever made in his first few months in the SAoY. But there he was, white form fitted oxford dress-shirt, low buttoned jacket and perfectly cut trousers. All that was left was to put on the socks and the slick looking leather shoes. He stood up once he was all done, and took a step in-front of the mirror, appraising his look. He went about making sure everything was straightened out, and even retouched his hair. Somethings never changed...
 
The Ketsurui princess beamed at how wonderful Sumaru looked as she cleared off a large spot on her desk for them to eat at. Her emerald eyes shone with pride and maybe something akin to love as she glanced back up at him with a smile on her face and books and papers in her arms. "You look amazing, Sumaru-kun!"

In this scene, the director had to cut most of it for risque content, Sora thought giddily to herself, blushing at the knowledge that she had been chaste since Serizawa left despite the raw need she felt everyday. It had been hard for her to go back to sleeping alone but she hadn't been entirely willing to quickly fill her bed again at risk of being used and hurt. Sumaru had made her feel safe but... that was what had scared her. No rush. I've waited this long, so another night won't hurt. It is rather tempting...

"I'll just set these over here and we'll be able to eat and head out," she stated simply as she set the stack down carefully on her footlocker. Sora took a moment to straighten the pile, starting to feel slightly anxious again.
 
"T-thank you," he replied a little bashfully. Okay, so he did have a little bit of his shyness in there. The complement was a little unexpected, but was perfectly placed. He felt like he was the greatest looking guy out there, after all the girl of his dreams had complemented his appearance, nothing else mattered. Sumaru straightened out his suit one last time before making his way over and moving what was left of the mess before setting the food out on the desk.

He pulled out the contents of the take-out bags and placed them in between them, setting everything out nicely. Being the gentleman he was, the samurai offered Sora her disposable chopsticks before even cracking his own. "I hope you enjoy the meal," after then he went about snapping his, a perfect snap, he smiled a little inwardly. 'Good luck,' he thought to himself in small victory. Where he had been brought up, if the chopsticks broke with a piece left then misfortune would follow the day. However luckily for him, fortune was on his side... or at least that's what the silly little superstition told him.

The sushi was an assortment of salmon, shrimp and crab. He let Sora take the first bite, waiting with a sort of small anxiousness hoping that she'd like what he had gotten her. Meanwhile trying to keep his mind busy by opening a packet of soya-sauce and emptying it to a spot on his plate, and then adding a small bit of sugar from another packet he had as well. Mixing the two to make a sweeter sauce was one of his little quirks, for some reason he just liked it that way. "Ittadakimasu," Sumaru said in good spirits, excited to eat the first real date meal he's had with Sora. He took a piece and mixed it around in his sweet soya and quietly ate it.

Everything was perfect in their own way. Sora and Sumaru was never really the people who had the ability to experience life outside their roles. So every-time they had a love scene, the two were always in the most uncommon situations. And now here they were, in Sora's dorm, eating take out dressed to impress. He looked around the room, and a little inspiration took over, as he placed his chopsticks down and concentrated inwardly. Visualizing the romantic setting he dreamed about many times before, he extended his NH-27 holographic projection beyond his body and produced little floating tea lights in the air. At the same time he mentally commanded the light in the room to dim, just enough to set the mood. He turned back, smiling boyishly. "There, that should at least make things a little better," he said with a hint of pride in his tone, as he went to pick his utensils back up.
 
The first bite into excellent norimaki is akin to falling in love for the first time, you experience so many different emotions at once as you try to savor each moment as you try to identify the various different flavors and textures that make up the whole. Once you finally discover all the nuances of that first taste, it's gone and it leaves you longing for more.

Sora savored that first bite of her norimaki as much as she savored being in Sumaru's company, luckily for her, there was no feelings of heartbreak weighing heavily on her mind tonight as she filled her stomach with the delicious food and her heart with the hope of this new beginning. She smiled brightly between bites and her eyes sparkled with the addition of the projected candlelight. "It's beautiful, Sumaru-kun," she mused as she tried to hurry up her meal.

"This food is delicious! I wish I could savor it all night but we don't want to miss the show," she commented with a hint of slight disappointment, she had been eating very poorly since they had left the Miharu... The Ketsurui princess had been simply been too wrapped up in her own personal problems and her studies to spend too much time pampering herself or really indulging in anything other than quick meals.

She wondered what else Sumaru had really been up to while they were home. She regretted that she had become so self-absorbed that she neglected the one person who had stood beside her patiently for so long, "Sumaru...?" She asked thoughtfully, and waited for him to respond before she continued her thought.
 
Sumaru's chopsticks slowed down, and for a long moment he simply just stared at Sora smiling, not realizing he was doing it. Some thing about her continued to make him feel so dreamy, like a puppy in a sense but he'd never admit to that. Her face was so beautiful, and those emerald eyes so gorgeous and dazzling. For a moment he could feel that moment rush back to him, skipping a heart beat as it did, when he had fallen head over heals for this woman. Then fast-forwarding to the day he decided to be there at her side, for as long as she allowed him to be, that was the day he had finally given up on becoming a husband and realigning himself to be a samurai. He believed it so much that even if he had perished, his soul would force it's way into a new body, and that though is what kept him ever so willing to throw down his life for her. That, and an undying devotion to this woman, his dearest friend and hopefully one day--- something more.

He had only heard partly what she said, snapping back to reality at the calling of his name. He agreed with a nod at first and then said, "oh... yeah that would be lovely." He then found some sort of proverbial footing in himself once more as he took a drink of his bottled iced green tea, cooling himself off. "You know---" he trailed off for a second and his glance shifted shyly, 'we could just stay in tonight.' Is what he wanted to say, but instead he went with, "there is no beauty that rivals your own." Sure he sounded cheesy, but his words came out poetic instead, somehow being a samurai made every sentence come out rather smoothly.

He smiled warmly. "You are right though, besides--- we have the whole night to ourselves," he said plainly, not hinting at all, though it worked out in his favor it was something he didn't plan on saying. But now that he thought about it, it was a perfect line and he was very pleased with it. "Sorry, you were saying Sora?" he asked using her name so intimately, feeling a little bad to drift off subject as she did seem to want to ask him a question, and actually--- it had been a while since she really asked him anything.
 
Sora blushed at Sumaru's compliment, he was truly kind to her. The Ketsurui princess had never felt like she was ever truly worthy of his devotion and now, here they were alone together again with no one to watch or judge them. "Thank you for this, for everything that you do for me. I don't think I have every truly expressed to you what having you here with me means to me," she said very softly, almost wistfully.

Had she truly ever considered the way he seemed to shine so brightly whenever he looked at her? She knew that he did all of these things for her out of love but she never really appreciated how she could ever express her own feelings, however muddled they were. What was he to her beyond the confines of the definitions placed upon them?

"Are you truly happy to have things as they are, Sumaru? I know that you do.... love me, I am ready to accept it now. I am sorry that you have been stuck in the shadow of a memory but if you will still have me, I want to try... well, us. I haven't given you a real chance and I am sorry for that. I am ready to be in something more of a relationship with you than this. I don't want you to keep pushing you away when I do want to pull you close, please forgive me."

She pursed her lips together nervously as she mustered her courage and finally kissed Sumaru.
 
"There is nothing to forgive,"

Sumaru's words grew softer as Sora moved close, his caring arms swept her up into his embrace, her lips silencing anything else he could possibly say. But it didn't matter, her actions now spoke louder then any other form of communication they could possibly use, he could feel her love--- he could feel her emotions. The samurai who was forged to have such a momentous control over his own soul, body and emotions was unable to fight back against the tides within, as he pulled his arms around his Sora tighter; and almost possessively. As if in that minute gesture he had finally expressed how long he had waited to truly have and hold this woman.

Without any other eyes upon them to enforce their existence, they were free to love and be loved. There was nothing holding him back from indulging in her soft lips, kissing her hungrily like a young teen in fervor. He had wanted her so much, he had wanted to feel this validation in his life. That he had gone and changed himself for her, because he knew deep inside that their love could be true--- that she would one day feel the same way he did. Sumaru's soft gentle fingers combed into the back of her hair, cradling Sora's head lovingly, he kissed her desperately, needingly--- he needed her, she was his reason for being.
 
Sumaru's embrace and passion made Sora's heart race. She had denied herself for so long that the hungry desperation behind Sumaru's kiss made it that much harder for her to let him go or want to break away from Sumaru's arms.

Forget it, we can just stay in, she shared quickly as she pulled herself closer against his body. She wanted to share his warmth, she needed to feel his body against hers and it was all long overdo.

Time seemed to stand still and slip away all at once as the evening wore on. After a time, the Ketsurui princess slept comfortably nested and safe within the arms of her closest friend and guardian. For the first time in a long while, she was able to sleep through the night without being haunted by shadows and warmed by the promise of a relationship with Sumaru.

> END
 
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