Geisha (Shinobi Saga) by Sessha Batto Page A

could feel the heat of his erection, punctuating his words with smooth rolls of his hips. “It is much more enticing if your partner at least pretends to be enjoying your attentions.”
    “You're under the misapprehension that I want any of this,” Yoshi hissed. “I don't care if they enjoy it, I certainly don't. Duty is not always pleasant.”
    “But it can be. I look forward to showing you just how much fun duty can be.”
     
    ***
     
    The trip to the okiya seemed to take a lifetime. The ban on cars in the hana-machi meant the last part of the journey needed to be made on foot. The shadow wolf was used to the freedom of pants, the formal kimono and high-soled geta made walking a nightmare. He endeavored at all costs to keep his head upright, fearing the elaborate pile of hair so artfully coiled and pinned would soon revert to his usual messy tangles. Zenshiro played his part to perfection, putting a gentle hand on Yoshi's elbow to steady him and bowing deferentially at the glares he received in response.
    The streets were crowded with tourists, and Yoshi's every instinct clamored for him to fade into one of the darkened alleys and disappear. His striking appearance and traditional dress made the reclusive shinobi perfect fodder for snapshot hungry foreigners, and his sensitive eyes struggled to focus amidst the painful camera flashes.
    A momentary sense of relief washed over him as they stepped through the gate of the okiya, the clamor of the city dissolving into running water, wind chimes and rustling leaves. Yoshi's nerves twitched and jumped, years of training demanding he surreptitiously check every angle of possible attack before allowing him to settle into a state of feigned relaxation, eyes fixed on the koi splashing in the courtyard pond.
    “The okasan will see you now.”
    Zenshiro gripped Yoshi's arm tightly, steering him down the dimly lit corridor and into the presence of the woman who would now be in control of his life.
    “So, this is the remarkable beauty I supposedly can't resist.” The okasan stood and circled the rigid shinobi, sharp eyes eager to find any defect. “I suppose she's acceptable.”
    “My master will be happy to hear that,” Zenshiro assured her. “He expects his consort to be of the highest standard in every regard, and he's confident you can transform this gawky girl into an alluring woman.”
    “You're older than most of the other maiko,” the okasan pointed out. “If your patron wasn't so wealthy I would never consider someone like you for this okiya.”
    The shadow wolf glowered, eyes flashing angrily, although he remained silent, continuing his contemplation of the ground beneath his feet.
    “Still, you're a pretty thing. I've never seen your coloring before. A bit taller than the other girls, but I believe I have something that will fit you.” She disappeared through the sliding screen, leaving Yoshi alone with his guard.
    “Having fun yet?” Zenshiro prodded. “You know she thinks you're a woman. Be careful, if the Shuhan takes a liking to you this way you could find yourself missing a few choice bits.”
    “Jealous?” Yoshi snapped back.
    “Hardly,” Zenshiro drawled. “It will be amusing to watch you try to pull this off. It may finally be the assignment that stymies the brilliant shadow wolf. Dancing, music lessons, the tea ceremony, your patience will soon run out and you'll blow your cover in a spectacular way. I, for one, cannot wait.”
    “Lovely.” The muttered response almost passed unremarked.
    “Of course, my favorite part of all this starts when we get back to our apartment,” his guard whispered huskily. “You obviously need a lot of training so we'll begin tonight.”
    Before Yoshi could respond the okasan was back, untying his obi and slipping the heavy kimono off his shoulders. “Wait,” he yelped. “What are you doing?”
    “This kimono doesn't suit you,” she explained as she worked his arms out of the sleeves. “It's far too