Tear Geisha 4

Kazuko,

His mind recited that name again as he brushed the flat side of her firm and supple

and dead feet down the same cheek she had once laid upon.

A sentimental compulsion to be sure,

Kazuko, “child of peace”

An exquisite body too, despite headless, despite the child bearing

Which he did not let her know that he knew. Before he took her head

The child which she had long hid away afar. Which he had no intention to do anything about.

Kazuko, old fashioned name, like they don't make anymore

“I know it was His Lordship's idea to poison your late husband” He had told her.

Something which he had figured out. “before leaving you here to be his toy.”

He sighed.

“...You do not need to tell me your father's name” He said as he held her foot upon his cheek

“Only that of your true name”

I mean he did know her true name long before. Having those detective constabulary skills after-all, before making a well paid career of out of his woman-hunting path.

Still, somehow,

She did told him, in her final, feverish voice, and with hot tears from those feverish eyes.

Her name, her true name. As he held that extended leg

Which he replied by way of a kiss to her given foot.

The job was dispatched with an assured slash from・一悼刀流 ・style. A pretty name, especially for pretty women's necks. For a school of brutes such as him of course.

As the exposed body emptied itself he fetched the jetting face and deposited it in the special lacquered "meal box" well padded with bran and salt for the purpose of transporting these expensive bounties. 

Then, sparing a final moment to scrutinize the dead ample body which still hoarded his urgent seeds, and sparing another thought on who would beheld it next. 

He threw 10 taels of silver and several coppers upon it. 

The Okami of the establishment had likely knew of his purpose for being here thus did her part in booking him and had reserved her large suite for the entire night. It should be enough for the mess and for the removers. After all, whores of the Gion had a tendency to die of unseemly things such as sudden attacks of apoplexy and horrors. And it was not her first time in disposing of an aging asset under those previously stated guises. No one really asks questions about the discarded whores wrapped away in straw mats after all. But just to be sure to be on the good side of her if she should come to ire, the extra taels of silver should amply cover for the now 2 colored silk sheets which were white and the loss one of her more expensive girls. ...And the coppers? Hopefully she would think to use some of it on that body while she was disposing it. But this was a luxury that he has no way of influencing what so ever.

Life is, despite everything, for the living after all.

Having fastened the meal box with straw ropes on its four sides. He held it aloft like a lantern and closed the screen of the gory suite. Whatever worries about the Okami was soon soothed by her smiling face as she greeted him outside already with a pack of shoddy laborers waiting with straw mats and buckets. Her mutes. She nodded to him as if he were a parting customer, then after having taken note of the roped box in his hand waved to her mutes who went in with scrubbers and buckets and mat.

The nipping wind chased his hurried footsteps mixed with a shivering gust of crystals. Yet a warmth, like a blush burned ardently upon his cheek. A print of her firm supple foot, like an imprint upon grudging snow. Her Ladyship would be pleased with such a delivery. And because of her insistence, her Lord Husband as well. 

He should hurry though, the kids must be waiting, and probably can't wait for the toys and sweets he'd be bringing them tonight.