User blog:Ore-samma/My Ochimusha (returned love) (death in service)

Hello Fans, Ore-samma here!

Another fan request from this forum =

https://monstergirlencyclopedia.fandom.com/f/p/4400000000000069558/r/4400000000000462176

'' A story of a man falling in love with a Ochimusha that once served him when she was alive/pre-monsterized. ''

This was not very easy to write. But I finally found an avenue for the plot to happen. I am very pleased by the story!

I do hope you like it

Ever your Servant-

Ore-samma

I shook my head, “Master, you must live. There is no other way.”

My master, Gyrio looked pale as his eyes met mine, and my determination.

“Gyrio-samma! Rikku is right!” The other samurai shouted. “Even if she holds them, even if she slays several, we are still likely to die! Do not throw your life away!”

“Rikku...please….” Gyrio said, his voice almost a whisper.

I shook my head again. “Master, this voice and stance is unbefitting of my lord. Go. And know this….” I felt my lip tremble. “I- I have always loved you, and loved serving you. I can think of no greater way to honor this service and express my love by dying to defend you.” I turned back to the path and drew my specialized nodachi and readied myself.

“Rikku, I-”

I cut off my master’s words by striking his belly and looked to the other Samurai. “Go! Carry him, our Lord must not fall here!”

I brandished my sword and gritted my teeth….today was the day I would die for my love, and for my honor.

(later)

With a heavy heart I sighed as my last samurai bodyguard and I passed through the gates of my city.

“Gyrio-samma, she died in service to you.” My other Samurai said in a low voice. “Do not mourn her so much. You should celebrate her, and her honor.”

“You’re right.” I sighed. I trudged my way to the gardens and sat by the gurgling waterfall and closed my eyes, still in disbelief of escaping the Jyang-shi assassins.

“Identify yourself!” A voice cried out, startling me awake.

“I am Rikku! First Samurai to Gyrio-Samma!”

I looked and almost screamed in horror.

“Lies!” My other Samurai cried out and drew his sword. “Rikku fell in battle! You cannot be her!”

''“Stop! Both of you!”'' I cried out and stood between the two. Both fell to their knees, but glared at each other.

“Rikku?” I said looking in disbelief….it was her….but something was different. “How can you live?” I cried out, tilting her chin, noticing a large gash across her throat and several deep stabs in her chest.

“Master, I do not know. All I know is that despite how many times they wounded me, I was still able to fight. I have slain every last one and have this to give you!” She held out a scroll that I gingerly took and opened.

“This details the troop movements of the Jyang-shi nation!” I breathed. “Rikku! You killed their covert tactical commander!”

“I live to serve you, master.” Rikku said, still in her bow.

I looked to the other Samurai and back to Rikku. “Rikku, see to the healers. See if they can do anything for your wounds, and when you’re done- come see me in my quarters after the second evening bell. I must meet with my tactical commander!”

(later)

I exhaled. The day was so long and weary but my tactical commander assured me victory if the troop movements were accurate. But more than that- if an assassin could be placed in the right spot- there was a chance to eliminate the Fire Emperor! If that could happen, peace would at last be had in our region! We would finally know a generation without bloodshed! But….where could we get such a fearless assassin?

I sat down on my bed and nearly jumped at noticing Rikku standing in the far corner.

“Master, please… I did not mean to startle you.” She moved from the dim light, her neck and chest wrapped in bandages that were stained with blood. “I’m afraid that healers cannot do anything for me. But as long as I can stand and fight, I will serve you.”

I sat back down on the bed. “Rikku, sit next to me.”

Her face suddenly became uncomfortable. “M-master...I mustn’t!”

“I command you.”

Rikku startled but padded over and sat next to me, her posture tense and her eyes closed.

“Rikku, the things you said-”

“-Master! Please forgive my careless words! I- I was so sure I was going to die! I-”

I cut her off by placing my fingertips to her chin and met her lips with mine.

“You died for me. My healers said your heart has stopped….and yet you came back to life for me… you…..you really love me, do you?”

The once stony and proud face I have always known since she was a child broke, and tears welled in her eyes.

“M-master...I- I have always loved you! From the first moment you spared my life as a captured child of war, the mercy you showed me...your benevolent leadership! I swore that I would find a way to be by your side, in service or otherwise. I wanted to be with you so much!”

She sniffed and wiped away the moisture from her eyes and face. “All I could think of when I was fighting to protect you, was to know that you would live to see another day, was worth anything!”

“I wish I’d have known earlier, Rikku.” I said, kissing her again and wrapping my arms around her delicate form that lost its stiffness and took on the gentle bearing of a woman.

Together we held, kissed, loved, and wrapped ourselves in the joy of a love finally realized and returned.

(later)

I sighed as I rushed down the path my master’s tactical commander specified, feeling a new life and strength coarse through me.

My wounds were healed, my weaknesses of mortality were gone! By my sword, I will finally deliver peace to my new nation, my new home, and my husband!

“Fire Emperor!” I breathed as I drew my sword and finally began to hear a large entourage ahead. “Prepare yourself.”