‘Ukiyo 2’ by Captain B


The last thing they tasted was my steel. The three who came for me.

Well. Niko claims one of the dead. Her dagger found his throat as he attempted to come in through the window. I had urged her to leave it to me. She thought otherwise. The other two also lost their lives, spilling from their throats. I prefer clean kills. Their daimyo met his end in the same fashion.

Raven has flown ahead, making sure the morning’s road is free from ambush. Tomorrow we ride.

The last thing I tasted was Niko’s kiss as she refilled my cup with sake. Now I put the cup to my lips, but not before licking them, savoring her before sipping it.

After we cleaned up the mess and the hired driver wheeled the corpses off with a message back from where they came, I made us a nice ramen then washed the dishes.

Niko now resumes her melodic and hypnotic pickings on the lute. Her kimono hiked high and open, urging me to have a taste but not with haste. Listen to the melody. Have another cup or two. The moon hasn’t even risen yet.



Captain B. Seafarer. Lover of shore leave. Collector of heads. Disseminator of tales. Twitter: @NPeligeiro