069. Rush Hazuka to the monk.

This was a serious wound and I knew there wasn’t a second to waste. "Hang on Hazuka, I’ll get you to help," I assured the weakening girl as I took her into my arms and just started running. I held her tight as I made for the first person I could think of who might have medical experience, and why I didn’t think of Yuki or her grandmother I’ll never figure out, but I sprinted up the hill heading for the ruins in what must have been a record time, even with the added with of Hazuka.

"Hang on Hazuka, we are almost there," I assured her as I breathlessly continued to run despite the cramping sting in every muscle crying for me to stop and take a rest. As I approached I yelled out "HELP!" yet the monk was still just standing there as I entered the ruins. "She needs help!" I panted as I held out Hazuka towards him, begging with every fiber of my being to implore him to save her life.

I couldn’t see his face through that hood, but I could hear his contrition as he said softly, "I’m sorry Kenji, but no one can help her now." I looked down and only then realized how pale, still, and cool she was. Then speaking the truth that my brain didn’t want to accept he said, "She has passed on my boy."

"No," I said angrily. "No, you can save her. I know you can!" I don’t know why I was so sure about that, but something about the strange monk had been eating at me since I met him yesterday. The timing of all of this was too coincidental, him coming to town and then all the strange dreams and these deaths. It had to be connected. Somehow I turned on a dime. "This is all your fault!" I screamed.

"Kenji…" he began, but I couldn’t listen or think rationally. I reached to grab him, but he was quicker than he looked in all those long robes. Tears were also filling my eyes, so I lost sight of him and found myself alone and sobbing holding Hazuka’s body for a long while.

"Kenji?" I heard a sweet voice say and I looked up to see my sister framed on either side by Yuki and the monk. He must have gotten them. He stood stoically behind them unmoving, and while Yuki never liked Hazuka at least she was contrite and supportive, but Kouki’s reaction was much like mine and got me crying all over again.

"I’ve prepared a place for her," the monk said after we ran out of tears, and I knew it needed to get done so followed him a short distance to a small bluff on the southern cliff where he had apparently dug a proper grave for her already.

Now I felt horrible about attacking and blaming him, but he seemed to understand and just patted my shoulder as I tried to apologize. I climbed down carefully into the large square hole and gently placed Hazuka onto the ground. Then with a gentle kiss on her forehead, I brushed my hand over her face to close her eyes and climbed back up.

The monk chanted some prayer in a language I didn’t know as I took an unfamiliar that must belong to the monk and refilled the hole with the big pile of fresh dirt that he had dug up until all that was left was a large brown mound to mark where she lay. Both Yuki and Kouki placed large bouquets of flowers they had collected., but then my sister lost it and broke down into inconsolable sobs.

"Kouki, let me walk you home," the monk said. I was so angry and confused I just let him and stayed staring at the graves. That was when Yuki came up next to me and took my hand.

"Kenji," she looked at me and I saw she had something important to say. "Can we talk?"

"I guess," I said confused, and watched my sister and the monk leave me and Yuki alone in the foliage around the grave.

"Did you love her? Hazuka?" she asked and I let her grave again take all my attention.

"Maybe…" I said, but after a few minutes of pregnant silence I confessed, "Yeah, I guess I did."

Yuki, still remained silent, just held my hand and squeezed it tightly in her small hands. Then she drew me into a hug and while I didn’t think I could shed a single tear more I found being cradled in her arms I was gushing once again. And then her lips were on mine. I don’t know how it started, but I don’t think I meant for it to happen, yet she was compliant and it felt so good I just couldn’t stop. Her warm mouth was open to me and my tongue ventured in to awkwardly caress hers and then she started moving.

My brain stopped working the whole time we kissed until her hand snaked into my pants and extracted my firm penis. I rapidly hardened in her palm as she continued to make out with me, and as much as I hated to, I had to stop her. With a regretful groan, I pushed her back and asked, "What are you doing, Yuki?"

"Don’t worry about it," she said and then dropped to her knees. "I’ll make you forget about her." And then she was sucking on my cock. Fuck that felt great, but it was so wrong.

"But I don’t want to forget about Hazuka," I groaned and reluctantly pushed her head back away from my dick once more and tucked my stiff dick awkwardly back in my pants.

"Really?" she twisted her face at me as if not believing that anyone would refuse what she was offering, despite the fact that I’d already done it twice.

Now I was getting upset, but I gave her the benefit of doubt that she was just trying to cheer me up as she always did, though never quite like this before. "Look I know you mean well, but she only just passed. She deserves to be remembered with respect. Not have her grave..." I looked down at Yuki and tried to find the right word, but didn’t pick one very well. "Desecrated."

Yuki’s jaw dropped and I realized I’d insulted her. "Well, then you can just… jerk off!" she spat at me and stormed off. I definitely didn’t understand women. With Yuki gone and the sun setting it was deathly quiet as I stood there and just tried to understand how this had happened and decided I needed to go and see Natsumi. She was clearly drunk, and with replaying the scene over in my head I knew it was an accident that had killed Hazuka, but it was so damn unfair. I had to confront Natsumi and… I didn’t know what would happen after that, but I still had to do it.

I’d just started walking back and was passing the Takahashi manor when I heard a quiet cry from a woman and looked about. Then I heard it again and this time I was able to follow it back to a small dirty basement window where I spied Chizu, strapped face down naked on a table with Azami cruelly spanking her with a large wooden paddle.

A hundred complex versions of rage rocked my brain, but I knew I didn’t have much I could do. If I burst in and forcefully stopped her I’d be a criminal. Chizu was Azami’s legal **** and could freely discipline her within reason and I’m sure she could claim some reason to **** the poor foreign girl, but I growled and tried to come up with a way to put that bitch in her place and free Chizu, but my skin was crawling listening to her vicious laughter as she actually enjoyed inflicting pain on the powerless young girl.