The Samurai- Part 2

4.
She may have been there the whole time, but he doubted it. She appeared near enough to shore that she could have waded in, but not close enough that Ganpei wouldn’t have heard her steps, at least under normal circumstances. But these were hardly normal.

She had the round face and wide bright eyes that he couldn’t resist. Her dark hair was down, the tips gently brushing the waist deep water. And she was naked, walking towards him.

Thank the gods, he didn’t have the energy to become aroused. 

She came nearer, advancing slowly, like a child reaching out for a wounded animal. He thought of snarling and hiding his hurt, but he could see she was interested in little else. She reached out and put a gentle, insistent hand on his shoulder, and he was at ease, suspicions put to rest. It was as if she was drawing the hurt and fatigue, the sorrow and suffering, out of his broken body like wine out of a barrel. She didn’t take it unto herself. Ganpei would swear that he could see it pouring out of him and into the shallow waters where it swirled and combined with the water, and the silt, refined. Purified.

She helped him to his feet, and out of his remaining tattered garments. She led him into the deepest waters, coming up just past their navels. She bent and scooped a handful of water up to his brow, and let loose a cool splash of water down his face. She bent again and again, slowly washing every inch of his body, slowly and thoroughly, while carefully avoiding his tender man parts. And with every handful, he could feel an equal amount of strength return to his body, his soul.

She stopped and looked at him with such pain in her eyes, glancing down to his wound. He knows what’s coming.

She reaches down and delicately starts to untie his handiwork. The halves of his penis would flop and peel apart if it weren’t for the blood, dirt, and willpower keeping them together. He had done his best to clean the wound before tying it into a splint, but not being the most objective bystander to the procedure, he had figured that gently rinsed would suffice. She starts crying in earnest and starts to scrub.
Each pass with her hands feels like a million tiny arrows finding their mark in his groin and guts. His brain explodes in a violent explosion of white light fireworks. And then he floats down the white waters and into oblivion.

5.
When he comes to, the disorientation hits with nauseating force. He’s dressed and covered, next to a fire with the woman stirring a pot of boiling liquid.

“I dressed your wound,” she said, “but don’t look. You shouldn’t move for a few days. Do not worry, though. I will stay with you.”

After what seemed like hours of staring at the stars and trees overhead, watching the flames in their sinuous dance around the pot that she stirred, the smell of fire, and earth, and something delicious.

“Drink this” she said, handing him a small stone bowl full of a steaming liquid. His need was so great, he hardly paused from accepting to guzzling the sweet sustenance and almost jumping out of his skin with impatience waiting for a second helping. Nothing but broth, and fish, and some herbs, but each drop brought him one step back from death.

“Who are you?” Ganpei asked, wiping his mouth.

“ A friend. My name is Mizuki.”

“How came you to this place?”

She thought for a moment. “I was born in this pool. My family lives nearby. It seems as though I am always here, washing, singing…listening.”

“Listening to what?”

“The water” she replied.

“It’s sound is beautiful, lapping up the shore, rippling and splashing against the rocks.”

“It is that. But there is more. The wisdom of the water.”

He wanted to ask more, not being entirely sure what she meant. But with a full belly and a broken body, he drifted back to sleep.

6.
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