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Somebody Saved Me [Genma, Katsuko] [Nov. 30th, 2011|11:26 pm]
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From: [info]fallen_katsuko
2011-12-01 08:00 am (UTC)

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The moon gleamed dull yellow in a dark sky. Lord Kiyama’s bedchamber lay on the opposite end of the castle gardens; at this time of night, the only people about were servants or those who had no business being there in the first place. Katsuko darted through the shadows, breathing slow and even, evading the standard tripwires and traps that came as part and parcel of expensive castle security. The gardens themselves, full of large, flowering trees and bushes not usually found in desert country, provided excellent cover.

Right now, Genma would be busy charming Tsuda out of his pants and Hajime would be keeping close watch nearby, alert for any sign of trouble. Pausing suddenly behind a twisted desert evergreen, Katsuko glanced around. One hand went absently to her kunai holster, thumbing the wrapped hilt a second before a low, throaty moan shivered through the garden. Katsuko froze. The man moaned again, louder this time; his voice was familiar and very, very close.

She dropped down into a crouch, scooting behind the trunk of the evergreen. Parting two low-hanging branches, Katsuko peered through the bristly needles...and blinked.

In the scant light provided by the moon, two men were twined together. Genma’s head was tipped back against Tsuda’s shoulder, his throat a long line of sweat-sheened skin marred by the bobbing of his Adam’s apple. Tsuda himself was naked to the waist, pants unzipped and wiry arms wrapped around Genma’s shorter frame. Genma’s pants tangled around his thighs, hips moving in an undulating rhythm that left nothing to the imagination. Tsuda was sucking red marks onto Genma’s neck, wholly focused on the stretch of bare skin before him. Katsuko doubted anything short of a flare of killing intent would gain the man’s attention now. Quietly, she eased back, circling around the two as she continued on her way to Kiyama’s bedchamber.

The guards posted on either side of Kiyama’s door were easily dispatched, throats slit and bodies hidden in a manner of minutes. There were traps layered around the door hinges three inches deep, but the window was cracked open to let in the night breeze. Faint snoring drifted from the recesses of the chamber. Katsuko slipped over the sill and crossed the floor on feather-light feet, coming to a stop by the canopied bed.

Lord Kiyama Yuinon was a large, florid man with a dark grey beard and curling mustache. His hooked beak of a nose whistled as he sighed and turned over in his sleep, silken night-shirt rustling. Katsuko drew her kodachi and yanked the man over onto his back, clapping a hand over his mouth as his eyes flew open. He met her gaze for one terrified instant before she dragged her blade across his throat, blood spilling across her hands.