Samurai Woman of Jizō

by Paperback Writer

This story was completely inspired by my writing colleague Babykeiko, sensei of the 'chrysanthemum' writing form – stories that are small, exotic, and powerfully beautiful. It is work of complete fiction, fantasy, and imagination.

Reader's Advisory: This story contains elements of graphic violence. No one dies, but they do get some really major ouchies.

Jizō, the guardian of children, came to her in a dream. He was small, bald, and with a beauty in his face like that of a sleeping baby. Tamara felt flooded with joy. "Tamara-kyou, descendant of the samurai woman Tomoe Gozen, you are needed." The serenity on his faced suddenly faded, and just as suddenly Tamara felt all the joy drain from her as well.

"The signs speak of a child near you who is to die too young; she is to pass over before her parents. You know then her soul will be unable to cross the Sanzu River to the afterlife; she will not have had the chance to accumulate enough good deeds. I have no desire for her to pile stones eternally on the bank of the river as penance, or to be consumed by the demons that lurk there. Warrior blood runs in your veins. You must find her. When the time comes, do not hesitate. Change her destiny - save her from this fate." With that, he dissolved into a mist and vanished.

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4-year-old Keiko rubs her sleepy eyes – it is cold and very misty here. She doesn't know where she is, but she can hear the sound of water constantly moving, and a periodic lowing of a fog horn. She shivers - under her coat she only wears her thin cotton "Welcome Kitten" pajamas, which do a poor job of retaining heat, and fuzzy monkey house slippers on her feet. She is very confused, not sure why her obasan Nanako had woken her up from a deep sleep and led her into a van driven by a man who worked at the Japantown grocery. They have just exited the van, and as the taillights vanish into the fog Nanako tells her, "We must move quickly, Keiko, there are bad men who chase us. There is another car picking us up, and we cannot be late."

"Where are Mommy and Daddy?" Keiko asks anxiously. She is becoming very scared now, and feels like crying.

"They will be waiting for us at a safe place," Nanako answers. "The bad men are after them, too." She pulls Keiko along by the arm, but the little 4-year-old's legs have having trouble keeping up. Ahead, there are headlights - a car is waiting, and its high-beams flash once. A signal. Nanako increases her speed, but little Keiko in her slippers trips and falls, tearing holes in the knees of her pajama pants. She begins to cry. As Nanako turns to assist her, the loud shot rings out, close by, and she falls. "Run Keiko, RUN!" she screams. Now truly frightened, Keiko gets to her feet and runs as fast as she can...

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From the warmth of the bed, Keiko wakens, not daring to open her eyes, but seeing in her mind's eye what happened when she stopped running.

She was cold, scared, out of breath, and her legs and chest ached from the exertion. From the shadows in front of her a man stepped out. "You've been very naughty," he said. "And so have your parents. They owe my employer a great deal of money that they can't pay back. And so it will cost them much more, my dear, starting with – you!" He raised a pistol and pointed it at her. There was a swishing sound, then the gun wavered and fell to the ground, along with the hand holding it. A woman emerged from the shadows holding a katana sword, a small smear of blood on the blade. She wore a leather jacket with a shiny 7-pointed star on the chest, long pants and shiny shoes. Using a rag she picked up from the gutter, she wiped the blade clean and sheathed it, then swept Keiko up easily, as if the young girl were a rag herself.

"Don't panic," she said, "You're safe with me." She looked over her shoulder and shouted at someone in the fog. "Ed! Call the rescue squad, there's a wounded woman and a wounded man here." The man who held the gun was curled up on the ground, grimacing and clutching his wrist. Speaking Japanese, he uttered a curse at the woman. The woman holding Keiko responded in Japanese as well, "You disgrace your ancestors, you Yakuza dung carrier," then kicked him in the head. He lay still after that.

She carried Keiko to the back of the squad car and held her until the exhausted and overwhelmed girl fell asleep again. She woke only long enough for the woman to wash her and remove the torn and stained pajamas, replacing them with a large dark blue SFPD t-shirt. The strong and gentle hands laid her on a platform bed, then stroked her hair and reassured her they would find her parents, and spoke soothing words until the babygirl slipped again into slumber.

Keiko opens her eyes, and looks at her surroundings – in the early morning light she sees an apartment, quiet except for the soft bubbling of an indoor koi pond. The clutterless flat is decorated in Japanese works of art, with rice paper partitions separating the rooms. Over in the corner of the bedroom, there is a black lacquered rack holding 3 Japanese nihonto blades in their scabbards. Folded next to the swords is a pile of clothes, topped by black leather jacket, a shoulder patch visible that has an image of a beautiful bird arising from flames, and the letters "SFPD", although Keiko cannot read the Spanish words at the bottom: "Oro En Paz, Fierro En Guerra", the motto of the San Francisco Police Department.

Keiko sees the naked woman sleeping next to her, and peeks under the sheet. Sleeping on her left side, Keiko's heart is warmed by the fact that the woman is fully figured, with natural breasts like big, soft pears, perfect for snuggling. Keiko pulls back up the sheet further, and sees large nipples, a lovely soft tummy. She appears to be Japanese, yet darker skinned, with African heritage. Keiko is filled with a yearning for comfort, and her momma is not here to provide it.

Taking off the t-shirt, she slips underneath the woman's right arm, and is now encased in a wonderful cocoon of warm softness. She buries her head in the welcoming breast, and the woman murmurs something indecipherable in her sleep. Keiko feels a hand reach up and stoke her hair. She wraps her arms around the woman's waist, and begins rubbing her girl-flower on the woman's torso. Seeing a brown nipple nearby, she takes it into her mouth and begins to suckle, thinking of her mother. The nipple, encased in a large aureole, erects thickly.

She hears the woman's chuckle, then her voice so gentle and low utter in Japanese, "Well, this is a nice way to wake up. Good morning, little angel." Keiko stops suckling and looks up at the face, the face of her rescuer and protector. She beams a huge smile as the woman brushes some hair out of her face. She bends down and places her lips on Keiko's in a soft kiss. Keiko, feeling a rush of affection for the woman, returns the kiss with enthusiasm.

The woman stops the kiss and says, "Keiko, my name is Tamara – I'm a police officer. I brought you to my apartment because I didn't want to turn you over to Child Protective Services – you've had enough bad things happen to you. My partner is looking for your parents, and will call me when he finds them. We got their information from your obasan Nanako. You don't have to worry about her - she was hurt, but she's in the hospital and will recover."

Keiko gratefully listens, clinging to Tamara as she does so, savoring the skin-to-skin contact. She can think of no words to say to express her gratitude, so she begins kissing Tamara's cheek, then her neck, then her collarbone, making her way to the soft space between the woman's beautiful breasts. Tamara draws in a sharp breath, feeling her vagina beginning to moisten. She knows she should not be allowing this, she needs to stop Keiko, but...she cannot.

Keiko feels heat flush over her body; she wants to soak up every bit of Tamara, kiss every square inch of her to repay her for her kindness. She takes another nipple in her mouth, and reaches her tiny hand down to stroke Tamara's woman-flower. Tamara feels her control slip away completely, and rolls onto her back, her legs spreading to allow access. The girl slips her tiny fingers into the inviting slit, now wet with juices, and begins a voyage of discovery around the welcoming labia and clitoris. Tamara groans with pleasure, not believing how good this little sprite is at pleasuring. She unthinkingly lifts her hips up, urging the tiny kitten on, and hears herself begging in both Japanese and English, "Please, yes, please, don't stop babygirl, don't stop!"

Keiko moves her kisses down to cover Tamara's belly. The scent of excited womanhood summons her lips further down, to the playground where her fingers roam. When the little tongue laps against the heavenly opening, Tamara's building climax arrives and she presses the girl's head into her moistness, cries out in pleasure.

After she recovers, she holds Keiko close, kissing and snuggling with her, until the phone rings. It's Tamara's partner. He's found Keiko's parents hiding 20 miles away in a cheap motel in San Mateo. The gangster who tried to kill Keiko is now in the hands of the FBI, and they've taken over the case. Keiko and her parents are going to enter the Witness Protection Program where they will be safe until the yakuza gangsters are in jail. Her partner will be there in an hour to pick up Keiko and bring her to her parents.

Tamara relates all this to Keiko, then kisses her softly on the lips. "Before you go, I want to say goodbye properly," she tells her. The powerful hands gently lay Keiko on her back. As her face lowers to Keiko's hairless girl-flower, a tear runs down her cheek. She wants to make this goodbye unforgettable, as she will never forget her time with this beautiful babygirl.

That night, Jizō comes to Tamara in dreams again, smiling. He says nothing, but she feels his serenity, and knows he is pleased...