<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/43/Mikotempleburning.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Then</span></strong><br/><br/>It was burning. Her home for the past several years had all but been consumed by fire. Mai could only watch helplessly now as wooden beams, charred and burning, fell like dominoes. The Kuroyama Temple burned.<br/><br/>They had come at night. Men, evil men. Thugs and bandits. A hundred of them had burst through like a furious wave, armed with katana, naginata, and many other weapons. Some appeared to wield supernatural might, easily dispatching the sohei that scrambled to defend the temple.<br/><br/>Mai was among them, fighting to defend the temple. More specifically, fighting to defend the temple's prize. The reason for it's existence. The Kuroyama Temple was erected to defend one of Lannet's most precious artifacts, a sword of legend. The Kusanagi no Tsurugi, the Wind Blade. A nodachi wielded by Amaterasu no Mikoto himself to decapitate the evil snake Orochi.<br/><br/>This blade, it seemed the invaders were after. The sohei fought with fury and strength borne of years of dedication, and Mai thought they might just hold out against the invaders. That is, until he appeared.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5e/Overlord.jpg)</div><br/>A man, of long white hair and bronze skin, wearing dark robes and wielding a vicious scythe. On his brow was a crown on bones, on his back wings of bone. There was a dry smile permanently on his lips, but it never reached his soulless black eyes. He cut through the remaining defenders like a leaf in the wind. The temple's high sohei stood against the evil man, and he too fell just as easily, receiving a grievous blow to his abdomen.<br/><br/>As the invaders set fire to the temple, laughing while they did so, Mai faced off against their leader herself. Still smiling, it took only one swing of his weapon to disarm the samurai. His other hand struck her in the stomach fiercely, knocking the samurai several feet into the air, and pushing the wind from her lungs, as well as all the strength from her body.<br/><br/>"Now what, is such a beautiful girl doing in a place like this?" The man taunted her as he approached Mai's prone, defeated form. "Perhaps you are here to keep the old men company?" He jested, as he stood before her. To her horror, his hands moved to his robes, pulling them apart, until he stood in the nude over the virgin warrior. His manhood was already erect, and if it was the first one Mai had ever seen, she still knew it was unnaturally hard and long. The man's smile turned into a wide grin as she knelt over the girl, his hands firmly grabbing her wrists. "Let's see just how good you are."<br/><br/>He sat on her thighs, pinning her legs with his weight, while he moved her wrists up above her head, holding them in place with one strong hand. His other hand reached to Mai's face, his fingers teasing her supple lips. Slowly, the digits trailed from her lips, down her neck, and her chest, until they reached her breast, over her clothes. "No, you don't need clothes." He stated simply, as his hand proceeded to part her garment, exposing Mai's bountiful breasts to the cold night air. Then, his fingers explored her right breast, squeezing and prodding slightly, before finally settling down with his index finger tracing circles around her nipple.<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Now</span></strong><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/00/Lannetrestaurant.jpg)</div><br/>It had been a year since that night. The worst night of Mai's life. She had reported the theft of the blade to her daimyo, and, after being given a period to grieve, Mai had been expected to return to the service of her daimyo. This had been her first job and it had at least been an easy one. Bandits had been robbing the homes and businesses of Asakura family members in the city of Aimi, and Mai had been tasked with ending their activites. She had already defeated the bandits and handed them to the city authorities. Easy. She suspected her daimyo had given her a duty so simple on purpose, to help the girl gain confidence after the temple's destruction.<br/><br/>Now, it was the evening, and Mai sat in a simple restaurant in Aimi. Quite famished and tired, she was happy to relax and enjoy a good meal. She sat in a simple two-person booth, awaiting service, but that didn't take long.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/df/Geisha.jpg)</div><br/>Soon, Mai was approached by a woman. Stunningly beautiful and kindly, she had pretty pink hair and wore a suggestively loose kimono, baring her shoulders and the expanse of her heaving busom, only barely covering her nipples. The woman gave Mai a kind smile as she bowed respectfully. "How may I serve you, bushi-dono?" She inquired softly, her clear blue eyes meeting Mai's as she rose.<br/><br/>Mai was not so naive. She knew of Aimi's reputation, and the kind of people that inhabited it. A geisha acting as a server or hostess in a restaurant was as common an occurrence as the sun rising. These geishas were willing to perform any task, be it simple serving or keeping lonely patrons company, or 'company'. If Mai wished it, she could ask almost anything of this woman, even if it was simply to join her for dinner.