Quiet Lightning

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Rai stares at his beloved's breasts. Ah that was so unfair the influence she had on him.

Rai stares at his beloved's breasts. Ah that was so unfair the influence she had on him.

Gisha looked around. “Hm. Usually there’s a lot of inappropriate things happening today… but I’ve hardly seen anything.”

Gisha gently curled up next to Rai as he snoozed in the early morning. Carefully, she moved his hand to her groin and the other into her blouse. She did so in a manner that wouldn’t wake him. Then, after a minute or two, she shifted abruptly.

The Ashikaga guard stirred when he heard a clatter in the night. Vermin and livestock and wind often caused such noise, but there was no sense being lackadaisical. He moved, lashing his spear to his hand, as he walked the fence line. Rounding the corner, he found one of the other guards, stuck by a throwing knife in his neck, quickly dying. The fall of his weapon had made the noise.

Eyes open, Gisha nowhere to be seen and bells making a cacophony that brought him out of slumber near instantly. He was disoriented, hard not to be, but he was up and getting prepared. For a moment it reminded him the years of the Noxian occupation, an all too unpleasant memory, but this was different, or at least felt different, made no sense to be Noxus.

Bells continued to ring throughout the night, but it was the sound of metal colliding that stirred Nalina first. She sat up, sensing commotion outside, then hearing the bells. Quickly she secured her robe as she got to her feet. She took one of her fans and made for the door.

Hearing his daughter being attacked fueled him with panic, adrenaline surged through him as he dashed forward, the grip on his sword was iron, he was the equivalent of a locomotive pushing through obstacles, uncertain of what he was going up against and whether or not he should go all out or be patient and observe.

Gisha gently curled up next to Rai as he snoozed in the early morning. Carefully, she moved his hand to her groin and the other into her blouse. She did so in a manner that wouldn’t wake him. Then, after a minute or two, she shifted abruptly.

He wakes up, confused momentarily, normally he was such a light sleeper but it seemed that he was much more relaxed when Gisha was beside him. Whatever alertness he had was sweeped away as he saw the wonderful predicament before him. He smirks as consciousness returns fully into his mind.

The Ashikaga guard stirred when he heard a clatter in the night. Vermin and livestock and wind often caused such noise, but there was no sense being lackadaisical. He moved, lashing his spear to his hand, as he walked the fence line. Rounding the corner, he found one of the other guards, stuck by a throwing knife in his neck, quickly dying. The fall of his weapon had made the noise.

Eyes open, Gisha nowhere to be seen and bells making a cacophony that brought him out of slumber near instantly. He was disoriented, hard not to be, but he was up and getting prepared. For a moment it reminded him the years of the Noxian occupation, an all too unpleasant memory, but this was different, or at least felt different, made no sense to be Noxus.