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[Empress]Closed Game: Magnet (104) 時間: 2015-12 大きさ: 2.5G 写真なく?をクリックして検索 セーブデータ レイダース EXHENTAI E-HENTAI.
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Spring
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Loud footsteps echoed on the quiet hall, as feet paced hurriedly across the marbled floor. Breathing heavily, a dark haired woman rushed, clutching a bottle to her chest. She ran hastily, trying not to trip over her dark yukata as her legs trembled by her distress. The golden light of the candles along the decorated walls, guided the anxious woman, in the otherwise pitch black darkness.
Not a sound could be heard apart from her hollow footsteps and heavy breathing, but she could almost hear the pounding of her heart echoing on the high walls. The distressed woman reached the elaborate, wooden doors of the Royal Chamber, tightening her hold on the mysterious bottle. She all but barged into the room, barely glancing at the un-moving figures camouflaged on either side of the entrance.
'Shizune. There is no time' she heard the troubled voice of her Lady. The brunette rushed forward in the grand room, handing the potent remedy she clutched to her mentor with trembling hands, her eyes glued to the figure lying beside.
She took in the sickly pale tone and clammy skin of the young woman before her.
'My Lady-' she managed to squeak, before the harsh voice of Tsunade interrupted her.
'Shizune. Quiet. Help me'
She tried to calm her breathing and felt the rugged breathing of the ill rosette and the crackling of the fire in the room pull her into a daze. The two women worked silently, as if in a trance. Wetting clothes and placing them on the burning skin of the pink haired woman, they waited. And hoped.
Hours passed and Shizune felt as if she had been holding her breath, when the breathing of the young woman lightened. Her expression, once pained, softened. She slept.
'Kami. We are saved' Shizune felt lightheaded as she looked at the woman. Resting her head against her mentor she smiled, felt her hand patting her lightly, and felt much needed sleep creep in.
All seemed well. The Empress would live.
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'But, Your Majesty, you ought to rest' Shizune called tensely. She regarded the rosette, clutching a warm robe in her hands.
'Where is he?' Called a hoarse voice.
'Sakura' Tsunade could not help the harshness of her tone. 'Do you not understand the danger of your illness?'
'Do you not understand the danger of war?' Emerald eyes looked evenly at her golden ones and Tsunade could only stay silent. She gazed at the dark under-eyes and ghostly skin and could almost see the horrendous weight placed upon the young woman's delicate shoulders. The weight of an empire. But button nose held high and green eyes tense had Tsunade almost chuckle at the hard-headedness of the young woman, if not for her worry. But she understood.
'Do not strain yourself. Much depends on you, Sakura' Tsunade moved to grasp the hand of the rising Empress. She tightened her hold when she felt the trembling of her body.
The blonde motioned to Shizune to hand her the pale robe that she clutched in her hands. Once more, the two women regarded each other. For once, Tsunade felt a rush of emotion. Relief. Somewhere, something had heard her silent prayers. For Sakura lived. She had grown too fond of the girl.
Blaming her softening heart on her age, she helped the woman into her robe and worked on the silk obi.
'Tsunade' she heard the young woman whisper after a while, 'You have saved my life. How can I ever repay you?'
'Easy child' Tsunade gave a final tug of the obi. 'Do not pester me with such sentimentality. You may, however, delight me with a new array of sake'
The Empress' lips quirked slyly, no doubt to deliver a snide remark on her mentor's inappropriate addictions, when a sharp knock had the women tense.
'The messenger has returned, Your Majesty' they hear the voice of the guard stationed by her Chamber.
'At last. Bring him in' Sakura called.
'Your Majesty' a figure came crouching down in a low bow, before the women. 'Tsunade-sama' he breathed, nodding to Tsunade. She regarded the young man, bowing before them. Pale, stiff. Tsunade was sure the rigidness of his posture was caused by the Empress' choice of seeing him in her Chamber. With her hair down and dressed in a silky kimono, no less. She smirked at the young man, his frozen expression on the Empress' pretty carpet.
'Sai-san, I take it your journey went well.' Sakura told him calmly, for only she could address him first.
'Of course, My Lady. Uneventful, but successful.' the dark-haired man said, holding up a parchment, head bowed still.
'Thank you, Sai-san.' She took the parchment from him and turned. With the silk of her robe now in his line of vision, Sai briefly glanced up. Pale kimono and rosette locks falling in waves-
'You are dismissed, Sai-san' he heard her pointed voice. Quickly on his feet, he bowed once more, pale features betraying nothing to Tsunade's knowing eyes.
Turning, he swiftly exited the Empress' Chamber.
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