Michiru Kaioh stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in a dark green towel that hugged her tremendously impressive figure. Though she had just bathed, her poise and grace made this simple towel seem as impressive as a fairy tale ballroom gown. Each step she took was so naturally delicate that, even with wet feet, she could surely stride effortlessly across rice paper without leaving a single sign she’d ever been there.
Ah, but her passing could easily be marked in other ways, even if one were unable to see her for one reason or another. Though we must pity such people for the beauty their eyes could have been feasting upon, that vision might have been clouded anyway as tears would stream forth from the sound of her singing.
With some people talent is something they have to work at. There is no shame in this; quite the opposite, in point of fact. Those willing and able to put in the effort deserve what they get. Then there are the natural geniuses who are capable of expressing a talent from the first day that they try, with little effort needed before they acheive success. This is nothing to be ashamed of either, for everyone has something that they are simply good at doing that others are not.
Michiru was a natural and genius artist, <i>and</i> she worked hard at it. Her pitch was perfect, her emotional depths went as far as the ocean floor, and she could reflect those same depths in her art as easily as breathing… And that was quite often not enough to satisfy her simply because she knew deep inside that she could do better. She practised, practised and practised some more. This was not work, it wasn’t something she had to do. It was something that she liked to do.
At this particular moment in time, Michiru felt calm. Content. Serene. Given her talent for self expression, if this song were to be sung during a prison riot, all the anger and frustration would have evaporated into the ether.
Well, perhaps it would be best if it weren’t played during a prison riot. Michiru might be calm, content, serene and other synonyms along those lines, but she was also a little bit hornier than she had ever been in her entire life. No, really, if Haruka had been there the two might have died of dehydration kind of horny.
She sat on a couch and sighed in mild annoyance at the realisation it would be a few hours before her love would be home again. What time was it now…? Ah! Okay, it was eight in the morning. Haruka was due back at about eleven, which meant… Michiru tilted her head and furrowed her brow. “How many hours was that again?” she wondered out loud and shortly thereafter counted it off on her fingers. “Silly me,” she giggled. “She’ll be back in three hours. Oh! But what am I going to do all by myself for three hours?”
The first thought that some might have considered was indulging in a little self relief. After all, if she was horny then that might well have helped her cool off a little. Pass a little time. But Michiru wasn’t the kind of person that would even consider such a thing. Indeed, the very notion of self exploration was an alien concept to one as elegant and sophisticated as herself.
Her eyes fell upon a certain object lovingly and carefully stored away in a place where it would not be knocked over, or in any way damaged. It was a possession more valuable than everything else in the room put together. Her violin case, within which rested a Stradivarius. A rare and expensive instrument, whose quality of sound was reputed to be unsurpassed and impossible to replicate.
Or as Michiru put it within her own head: It makes totally awesome music.
She checked herself, and made quite certain that her body was finished drying off before walking over, picking up the case and delicately setting it upon her bed. The case was opened, and she sighed. “So pretty,” she whispered. Michiru picked it up and cradled it under her chin, an action and a pose she had performed many, many times before and would do again a similar number of times. The bow was laid across the strings and then she began to play.
What tune would she choose? What solo piece would she practise? What sweet melody would echo throughout the room? A pertinent question, particularly when one considers that her singing could not be remotely compared to the quality of her violin playing. To understand precisely how good this must surely be, it is merely necessary to point you once again to the beginning paragraphs of this particular episode.
The truth is that she did not choose any known composition, and instead let the music flow from deep within her soul. It began with a melancholic tone, as she thought of the woman she loved. Haruka Tenou. She thought of how she ached to kiss those lips, to be held in those strong arms, and how her lover’s tomboyish charm shone through no matter what the circumstance…
The tune took an energetic turn upon the realisation that it would not be too long a wait. After all, what was three hours? Besides which the anticipation would make it so much sweeter a payoff for the wait. Michiru smiled, knowing that the moment Haruka walked through that door that she would be dragged off to bed, stripped of all her clothes and then -
She squirmed a little as the music became faster, faster, faster still. Her thighs rubbed together unconsciously, and Michiru took no notice when her motions caused the towel to drop from her body, leaving her naked on her bed. The only thing she could think of was herself and Haruka and whipped cream and kisses, and - and a growing pleasant heat that almost made it feel like she was -
“Ah!” she gasped, not slowing down her playing for even a moment as the sudden climax rocked her body. Michiru fell backwards onto the bed, somehow managed not to hurt herself with the violin still perched under her chin in the process and let her hips thrust wildly into the air with each and every single thrust accompanied by a change in key that made the tone seem more and more urgent as though being compelled on and on to an inevitable end.
In a testament to her musical talent Michiru’s violin melody somehow managed to harmonise perfectly with her uncontrolled orgasmic moans, producing a one of a kind masterpiece that would never be heard outside these walls.
When the piece was done it was all she could do to gently lay her magnificent violin next to her equally magnificent naked body on the bed. For ten minutes, she lay there still and content. Smiling and panting with glassy eyes. At the end of those ten minutes her head rolled to the side and she saw that she had… Fingers out, ten, eleven… two more hours to kill.
“I wonder what I’ll do to pass the time,” she giggled.
- Michiru notices how sweaty she made herself, and decides to have another bath.
- No time to think about that now! A call comes in warning of a Youma attack!
- What about the friend that gave her the body wash? Who was she?
- Meanwhile, where is Haruka?
- Something else!
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