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(In an alternate universe, Okata's family was never killed and neither her nor her older sister were forced into prostitution. Instead, the two girls were raised normally, their family running a well-known restaurant in a small town. And in the same town Hiroyoshi was raised, and both Okata and Yoshi were childhood friends. As they grew, she helped run the restaurant and eventually Hiroyoshi went off to become a soldier. While her sister got married, upon her mother's death, Okata partnered with her father and worked by his side. Now years passing and his health declining, she essentially runs the establishment herself and its popularity has grown even more. Despite the pressures of marriage and proposals, Okata has declined all suitors, more interested in running her family business. Not to mention, perhaps there are lingering feelings for her old friend...?)

Dressed in a colourful kimono, the fair Okata opened the doors of the restaurant for dinner. With their popularity, people came in almost immediately, and so she had made sure everything was prepared and her servers were all in attendance and ready. So far, everything had gone without a hitch and she hoped the rest of the evening would go just as smoothly.

Of course...

With her ill father pushing her more and more to find a husband (for how could such a woman of beauty not wed and bear children?!) and with a particularly fervent suitor pursuing her, she couldn't help but pause and press her ruby lips in a firm line. Certainly she had grown into quite the beautiful woman, catching the eye of nearly ever man in the town, and receiving proposals from most of them. And she was older now, well into marriagable age. For someone with lesser beauty, perhaps she would have been a 'hopeless' case, but the years passing didn't stop the boys and men from asking for her hand. Fortunately, most quit after one or two refusals, as Okata was not interested. She had a business to run and, quite frankly, none in the town anymore captured her heart.

But this man, an older widower with some wealth and influence, could scarcely keep himself from her. Okata was used to flirting and some touching, often allowing such in order to gain more money, but this man was far too persistent. It was off-putting and the young woman did not look forward to his likely arrival that evening. After a speech from her father, she was hardly in the mood for the drunken fool making passes and trying to paw at her. He always drank there and his behavior could become quite intolerable. She had to keep face for the sake of the restaurant and her father, but so often she simply wished to beat him over the head with a tea kettle.

Shaking her head, Okata put on a smile. There was no point in becoming sour over what could have been. Instead, she needed to live in the now and to keep a pleasant disposition for her customers, who came slowly filing in.

"Amaya's" establishment, despite being a whorehouse, was, for the most part, quite classy. It was certainly much better maintained, cleaner, and safer than any others, and boasted the best prostitutes and courtesans in all of the region. Perhaps even Japan. Okata wouldn't have been surprised if word spread to the north.

Drinks were poured, girls laughed softly and listened to men talk, flirted and acted coyly, and, when the time came, took the clients upstairs. The day had run smoothly under the care of her protege, and Okata came that night, having performed her duties for Lord Mori. She was adorned in her typical, colourful, and sensuous attire that, despite the other women, brought eyes over to her. Okata was certainly not naked, yet she left a great deal exposed, enough to entice those around her, causing them to finish undressing her person with their eyes, to reveal the rest of her smooth, porcelain flesh. And the way he walked and carried herself... she gave justice to her overall appearance, completing her as the top-whore, the most desirable woman in the establishment. When a man nearly walked into a beam, Okata smiled and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

Her attention moved towards the front and the courtesan blinked. There were many women around, but they all worked for "Amaya", and Okata did not recognize this person, and no one new had been brought in that she was aware of. So what was this woman, who appeared to the concubine to be a warrior with her garb, doing here?

Moving towards the other female, hips swaying with each step, Okata gave a pleasant smile. Despite her surprise, she was as courteous as ever, as she would be to anyone else, and gave a small bow of her head. As she spoke, Okata's voice was rich and smooth, as though it were dripping with honey, "Good evening. Is there anything you need, miss? A drink? Food? Or perhaps directions elsewhere?"

Now this... this was the one physical training Okata didn't mind. While the concubine was hardly an expert with horses, she had ensured that her whorehouse had a stable. Horses were incredibly valuable; she would make even more money if people could rest their steeds and they were good animals to have. Plus, if she traveled long distances, like hell the delicate woman would go by foot. The spy was more than happy to admit that she could benefit from additional cavalry training.

Okata was with Lord Mori with her palomino gelding, and the woman rose around the ring, warming up the steed. Instead of wearing a kimono, the woman was adorned in hakama and a kimono, with her hair in a pony-tail, male garb, something quite unusual for her. It was certainly much easier to ride, as well as far more comfortable. There were no complaints from her.

The sun beating down on her, warming her skin, felt marvelous, and as they trotted the woman closed her eyes for a few moments, simply taking in the feeling. But it was time to get serious, and Okata steered the reins and made her way to the obstacle course. Lord Mori walked over from behind the fence and, while she was much more confident in horse riding, having his eyes on her made the woman nervous. In fact, he was the only person who could make her this uneasy. All she wanted was to make him happy and to appease her Light; Okata couldn't bear to let him down, not even in the slightest.

Gently kicking the sides of her palomino, Okata went forward. The short jumps were completed with ease, as were the medium. She was hardly in a lope and, with a few turns, completed ten of the small ones and three of the medium. But, after turning once more, there was a large jump, and Okata kicked harder so her steed would travel at a gallop. They picked up speed and the woman leaned forward, squeezing with her thighs and gripping firmly onto the mane so as to have support and not fall. The horse jumped and they made it, before shortly afterwards jumping two small ones, and a medium. She did it over again and completed it with just as much ease. Galloping over to the other side, Okata turned the reins and made sure to stay at a gallop. There was a sizable jump and water after, and Okata gulped. That was a bit more intimidating. She went around, making a few small jumps, gaining speed and preparing for the big one, before making that one last turn around the bend. The concubine kicked with her heels again, leaning forward, and silently commanding the horse to go at full speed. As the neared the large obstacle, Okata tightened her grip and couldn't help but close her eyes, praying to the sun goddess to make it. And she did. Although there was a slight close call when they landed, with Okata slipping to the side from the bounce. But she straightened herself in the saddle and all was well. Or so she hoped. The concubine glanced over at Lord Mori.

He closed his eyes, his face impassive. But there was no hint of a twitch or a small huff from his lips that would signify disapproval, and so the spy knew she had pleased her lord, and that brought a warm smile to her lips. She pat the steed, leaning forward and resting her cheek on its neck as it slowed to a stop. A hand stroked the blonde shoulder glistening with sweat, giving a gentle pat. The woman had done well and succeeded in training. To show her gratitude, Okata would have to treat the gelding to a nice treat when they returned to the stables.

The sounds he made only made Okata more excited, and she released a breathy, sultry chuckle. He gripped her thighs and they continued to rock. His kisses made her body feel as though it was on fire. When his lips brushed against the shell of her ear, Okata licked her lips and, with a sigh, whispered, "Yoshi-kun~"

Her nails dug deeper, creating red marks along the flesh of his back, and the coals deep within her belly were red hot.

Looooooool YES! And of course it is. Mwahahaha!

Okata was lowered, back resting on the futon, and the legs cradling his hips moved and rubbed teasingly against his legs, flesh against flesh. His puckish actions with her own assets would have made her smile behind that kiss if she were able. But their kiss was deep and they didn't want to break it off.

It was rare for Okata to derive pleasure from sex, but it had never been the case with Hiroyoshi. He had been far closer to a lover, had been a lover, and with her limited time with Lord Mori, this was more than relieving. It was quite nice.

She broke off the kiss against his lips, but simply moved it, lips and tongue against his jaw, sliding down his neck, sucking and nipping at the sensitive flesh.

This is true. So get on that, boy! xD

His words surprised the woman, and they meant so very much. Okata couldn't help but wonder if things had been differently and she left with him before he disappeared, if they had lived together and she had been taken away. The woman had never even considered it back then, so set on surviving and becoming successful, but now that she was there, she had the time to consider such. Okata and Hiroyoshi were an excellent match and their relationship was friendship and definitely something more. There was love there, but they each had their own significant others. Although for the both of them it was rather complicated, with his wife being deceased and her being the concubine of Lord Motonari. She was devoted to her love and no doubt was wholeheartedly in love with him. But... what if...?

What if she had run away with Hiroyoshi back then? Sure, he was a soldier, but many women were involved with them. What if she had lived with him, married him, and they had a family? How would life have been for her? Okata pondered over it, but quickly stopped. It seemed foolish to think of such (and if she mused over it too long, it would have been eventually become painful), and Okata found that she was blushing at the thought. Okata was a proud woman and didn't want to share such thoughts right then with him, as it sounded weak to her. It reminded her of the dreaming ways of her sister who had eventually killed herself, unable to take it any longer. Rika...

Despite loving her older sister, there was bitterness there when Okata thought of her. Okata had persevered, so why couldn't Rika? She was even older than Okata when she was thrust into prostitution. Why had Rika been so weak? Why, after all they had gone through with one another, had she left Okata all alone....?

"You have to in order to survive. The others perish. You have to be strong, responded the woman with a sigh. Her light blue hues looked up into his, and she smiled softly. "I loved that I had a companion instead of just another client. It meant so much back then."

As he deepened the kiss, her tongue combating his, dancing, she was pressed harder against the door. She felt his hands explore her, seeking to remove her kimono, and it was so much more welcome than with any of her clients. This wasn't another job or client; she wasn't being paid by monetary or other means. The only other person she felt this way towards was Lord Motonari, and even then their relationship was entirely different.

With a shrug, the top part of her kimono slipped, revealing her torso, her obi keeping up the rest. Not wanting to break through the thin paper door lolol, Okata moved them around, backing her way towards Hiroyoshi's bed as her fingers gripped at his hair again and she kissed him passionately. One of her hands dropped to his hakama, skillfully working at untying it, and pulling to loosen the pants once she had. bow chika wow wow

That would be a very cool threesome. Get it? Cool? ...... I'm sorry. I'll go back to my corner now. >.>;

{After the damn post was deleted *TWICE*!!! >.<}

Okata nodded her head graciously when given the tea, sipping at it. She smiled, signaling it was indeed good, and continued to drink as her friend spoke. Despite their similarities, they were quite different, especially in these ideals. But she still very much admired him, for he was something she could never be.

"Ah, truly a humble man. I wish I could claim the same, but.. to get where I am today, I strove for material possessions, for wealth, for power. I looked to the future. The past... it only held me back and made me weaker. If I lingered, it would only break me down," she said with a sigh. The lids of her eyes drooped and Okata continued, "Everything I have done and continue to do is for the future. Before to get where I am now, and today to keep that position."

The woman took another sip, and she laughed softly at his comment. He truly said words that were much kinder than she really deserved. Others had said it, yes, but it was always in the heat of the moment, whenever they wanted her body. If they were honest, they saw her nothing but a courtesan, a whore who was especially classy and very good at what she did. She was the type of whore that could be taken places and it was deemed respectable, and she knew it. Okata had no issues with it. But while perhaps many years ago and originally Hiroyoshi saw her for what she was, after time and certainly now, Okata was actually a woman. In fact, she was more than that, considering the times. Okata was a human being, and someone who was valued by who she was, and not purely by what she could do. It meant a lot to her, but, nevertheless, she found his compliment to be amusing.

"You are too kind, Yoshi-kun. I am nothing but the highest-priced whore. But... thank you," she responded. Her smile was small, but warm, and her eyes glimmered.

The woman internally smirked and chuckled at his smile, one she was sure girls fell for as effectively as her smile and the batting of her eyelashes to men. While she didn't swoon and giggling as many would, Okata would be lying if she tried to claim that she didn't find Hiroyoshi incredibly attractive, especially when he smiled like that.

It began to rain and the door opened a little, causing Okata to blink and look over, gazing outside momentarily. But as Hiroyoshi shifted, her light blue hues moved back to the man, watching him. Since he sat more casually, so would she, and Okata shifted, so that her legs laid atop one another and were curled before her. She shifted closer to him after setting down the nearly finished tea, resting a hand on his exposed chest. Okata closed her eyes, inhaling deeply as Hiro spoke. She imagined the sunlight, something many of Mori seemed to love (coincidence or not definitely not lol) and she smiled.

"I am in them now," whispered Okata softly, lowly.

She opened her blue hues and looked up at the general, the lids of her eyes drooped. The woman shifted, the tip of her nose brushing along Hiro's jaw and the hand on his chest running up his flesh. Her breath was warm as it splashed across the side of his face, lips tickling beneath his jaw.

It was more than evident she wanted him, physically, emotionally. Okata craved the intimacy, one that was not faked or paid for, but instead genuine, with no masks to hold up. This was real and, while Hiroyoshi was not Motonari, he was something else entirely, and that something was just as important. Simply in a different manner. He was her friend, her one and only true friend, and she needed him.

It had been far too long, since she had been in his presence, in his embrace.

"Yoshi-kun..."

Okata chuckled, making a small jest, "I knew I left an impression, but who would have guessed...~"

But her joke ended there, not wishing to further play. It meant a lot and it was quite sweet. He had meant a lot to her back then, and it was nice to know she had done the same for him, although Okata had no real idea how big of a print she left on him until tonight. While part of it was sad and she had wished that his marriage had been able to last and that his baby had survived, another part caused her to smile softly, and she tilted her head so that her cheek pressed more firmly against his arm, nuzzling him.

Upon reaching his home, she saw that it was simple but nice. When inside it lacked the decorative sense one would expect from a general, but with his wife deceased and Hiro always being gone, it wasn't too surprising. And it didn't bother Okata in the least. She was here to be with Hiroyoshi. It could have been just about anywhere as long as it was in private, for all she cared.

As the door closed and Hiro removed his waraji, she removed her shoes as well. Turning towards the man, Okata closed her eyes and smiled warmly, replying with a nod and a bow at the very end, "No, it is quite nice. Sometimes extravagance really does grow dull when flaunted like so many try to do. And yes. I would love some. Thank you, Yoshi-kun."

His hand brushed against her cheek, and Okata leaned into it. She adored that touch, craved it, and Hiroyoshi was truly as sweet as can be. If the woman had heard those words from anyone else, she would have called bullshit and it would have meant nothing, but it meant so much coming from Hiro. He meant every word, and it warmed her heart.

At his comment, she internally thought, 'You have no idea, Yoshi-kun.'

As much as she wanted to tell him and could trust him, Okata knew she could not, and would never dream of doing so. For Hiro to voice the sad circumstances, it caused those small feelings of regret and sorrow over it to stir. They were feelings she did not linger on because they would lead to other emotions, and they were quite dangerous. And because it hurt.

And so Okata closed her eyes and smiled, lightly swatting his arm in a playful manner, laughing lightly, changing the subject, "Honestly, Yoshi-kun, the girls must flock you with that attitude. You truly are too sweet for your own good."

Despite her excellent acting, around Hiroyoshi, she was more honest. She let down that guard more. Okata's laugh was half-hearted and, upon opening her eyes, they cast down to her lap. God, did she hate thinking about it. Maybe Okata accepted her fate, but there was that little part inside of her gnawing at her, making her hate being second. The vicious, little jealous side wanted to come tearing out of her, but Okata knew it was wrong. She was the other woman, and from everything that Okata had heard, Motonari's wife was quite the opposite of him. Okata wasn't sure as to what she was like, but she knew that his wife brought Motonari joy, despite how he hid it, and that in and of itself made Okata happy. She loved him, and his happiness brought her joy. If anything ever happened to Lord Mori's wife or children, Okata knew that he would be devastated. Maybe the rest of Japan didn't know, but she did, and that was all that mattered.

In a way, Okata and Hiroyoshi were in quite the same predicament in that regard. Despite themselves, they wanted those that they loved to be happy, regardless of where it left them. Maybe now that was part of why she felt especially drawn to him, despite her love for Lord Mori.

Okata snapped out of her thoughts and feelings and blinked at feeling Hiroyoshi tip the ice phoenix into her hand. The woman held it, turning the sculpture to look at it from different angles. It really was beautiful, and she smiled up at him.

And then there was that shared longing within their hues as they looked at one another. She was just as frozen as the icy phoenix, wanted to be. Just in that moment.

Okata had a job to do, but she would abandon it. At least for the night. She had to. When Hiroyoshi offered for her to stay with him as she wanted, there was no way she could fight back her desire. It was more than want right then. It was need. She needed to be with her dear friend, for both a physical and an emotional intimacy.

Her free hand rose up and rested over his that cupped her cheek. Okata closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, nuzzling his hand.

"So do I, Yoshi-kun. I miss it and... it did the same for me," replied the female. The sculpture of the phoenix was set on her lap, and her hand moved to his thigh, the lids of her eyes fluttering open to gaze into his eyes. With the tilt of her head, leaning more into his touch, Okata inquired softly, "May we go? I... would love to stay with you as long as I am able... alone."

{Yeah, fuck these people in this bar. GTFO! -flips tables- xDDD}

(Hahahaha! I love these two. Playas. xDDD)

Okata would remain quiet and nod, agreeing with the man. They held very similar mindsets, and it was nice to fine someone she held so much in common with. Oddly enough, it made her feel more relaxed, but that was likely because it was this particular man, and not some stranger.

It was an interesting prospect. For Okata to have someone to trust. She supposed it wasn't too far of a stretch. There was the girl running Okata's establishment in her stead and Lord Mori. She truly did trust them, although there were still things she held from both, although Motonari could always see through her. It had been so many years since she had been around Hiroyoshi and she pondered whether over this was true. As she looked up into his eyes, Okata felt that it was.

After forcefully numbing herself from what she had to do and then accepting it to excel, the only person she ever told her feelings to after her sister committed suicide was Hiroyoshi, and he never once betrayed her. He could have easily told the people who ruled her life, and she would have been severely punished for it, and yet he did not. The woman supposed she would consider Hiro to be a long-time friend. A close one. Perhaps, really, her only one, genuinely speaking. Friends with benefits, obviously. xD

Okata smiled at him and cupped his cheek again, thumb stroking his lips, looking as though she was enticing and toying with him yet again. And yet her eyes revealed otherwise to him. "I am glad to have you back in my life, my friend."

He was just as carefree as she was, further exposing his chest purposefully, and Okata released a charming chuckle. The lids of her eyes drooped and she commented amusedly, "I am uncertain as to who is more devilish, you or I."

An arm wrapped around her shoulders and he pulled her close, and yet it was different from when others did so. There was no strong carnal desire, that all too familiar lust in his eyes, instead something far deeper and something she appreciated all the more. Loyalty and friendship. Certainly they had had their intimacies, considering her career, but back in the day, there came a point where the two would mostly lay on the futon and talk, for hours at a time. It was her one real, healthy form of escape in those days, and having Hiro here now made Okata realize just how much she missed having him there and what all he did for her.

The woman's head rested against the crook of his neck, her fingers and palm laying against his exposed chest. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, feeling his heart beat beneath her hand. Not only did his words mean a lot to her because of his loyalty to her, but he was also loyal to the woman's Lord and love. He was determined to serve Motonari, for both him and Okata, and that made her exceedingly happy.

As his name for her changed, growing more formal, hers would grow more endearing, and Okata whispered, "Yoshi-kun... thank you."

There was nothing else she could possibly add to that, except perhaps a kiss, but... Okata enjoyed how they were now. The woman was truly comfortable, and that was something she often didn't even feel around her Lord, as she always desired to serve and please him to the utmost perfection. With Hiroyoshi, it was more relaxed, and it was nice.

Her hand rose up and toyed with the sleeve of his kimono so that one side began to slip over his shoulder. There was no doubt that any potential onlookers would think that they were getting intimate and, maybe with a few staring for a few moments, all would eventually glace away. In an odd way, it made this moment all the more private in this public place. They had drifted away from reality while still right in the middle of it.

"Have you found a special girl, Yoshi-kun?" inquired the woman curiously. Her lids fluttered open and she peered up at him, still resting her cheek against the crook of her neck. "I would be shocked if a powerful, handsome, and charming man such as yourself was not married. With children, perhaps?"

A sadness shimmered within his unusual eyes, and her brows furrowed in the slightest. That was unlike Hiro. He always had a smile, both across lips and in his eyes. Something bad had happened, and the woman listened intently. She was an excellent listener and was fantastic at pretending to care, even when she didn't. Normally Okata didn't care in the slightest about people. But back in the day, Hiro had been quite different from the other men. He was protective and kind, and far more genuine. It wasn't just her who listened, but him as well. If there was anyone she supposed she cared about in her past, it was this one customer. She would never wish ill-harm of him.

A hand rose to his cheek when he finished explaining what had happened and speaking, and she leaned in close. Her lips brushed against his cheek, moving to his ear. The sign that this was more than simply a move to trick others, Okata's thumb stroked his flesh hiding beneath his hair.

"I am sorry, Hiroyoshi-san," the woman whispered to him. "Positions of great power often seem to come with terrible prices."

Her hand slid down his chest and she sighed against him. "I... ran away. Finally got out of there. I have no qualms with what I do, but what they did was wrong. Afterwards, I wandered, making money where I could with whoever could pay the price. And as it went up and my value rose, going with wealthier and more powerful men, I finally built an establishment here and have been running it. And... well... among other things. Life has been... interesting, to say the least."

She didn't go into exactly what she did, as Okata couldn't just betray Lord Mori like that. Not without approval that revealing who she was to him was alright. He was a general, but most of even them did not know. But it probably wouldn't be all too hard to figure out at least about her making more money than simply through sleeping with men. Women with her skills and status were quite capable, and Okata was a perfect example of such.

Okata almost sighed in relief. She recalled Hiroyoshi being particularly perceptive, and the woman hoped it would remain to be a godsend. That she wouldn't be manipulated. Such a thing would be quite unfortunate, but it wouldn't be a first.

She smiled at him. Her light blue hues shimmered with appreciation, and then Okata spoke in a louder voice, one that seemed quite natural, "It is quite alright, sir. I am Masaki Amaya."

Closing her eyes, Okata continued to smile softly at the man. Her hand rested over his arm and she moved closer to him. It made it harder to hear what they said and would likely result in people leaving them alone. That and it was often her way. She was an intimate person. There was a reason why she was popular.

"And that would be quite lovely, sir. I most appreciate it. May I ask for your name~?"