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citement。　But　Akiko　persuaded　him　otherwise　with　her　lips；　her　deft；　knowing　hands；　and　the　clamp　of　her　trembling　thighs。
　Near　the　end　she　held　the　base　of　his　erection　as　tightly　as　she　dared　so　that　he　would　not　ejaculate　before　either　of　them　wanted　him　to。　Meanwhile　she　teased　his　nipples　with　the　tip　of　her　tongue；　his　scrotum　with　a　wave　of　her　fingers；　the　head　of　his　penis　with　the　tender　flesh　of　her　inner　thighs。
　She　rolled　him　around　and　around　in　that　pliant　grip　until　the　friction　became　unbearable　and　he　was　so　engorged　that　she　took　pity　on　them　both　and　placed　him　at　the　font　of　her　vagina。
　With　a　long　drawn…out　groan　he　pushed　into　her；　his　eyelids　fluttering；　his　chest　heaving；　until　his　slender　hips　crashed　into　hers　and　he　was　fully　hiked。
　She　would　not　let　him　move；　fearful　that　just　one　bull　thrust　would　send　his　twanging　emotions　over　the　edge。　Instead；　she　cupped　her　hands　against　his　buttocks；　fitting　her　to　him　as　closely　as　possible。　Then　she　menced　to　squeeze　and　relax　her　inner　muscles。　The　resulting　contractions　caused　far　less　friction　than　if　he　were　stroking　into　her。　He　would　last　longer　though　he　was　on　the　verge　of　orgasm　when　he　entered　her。
　Akiko　watched　his　face；　feeling　her　emotions　soaring　not　only　from　the　liquid　erotic　contact　but　from　what　was　written　across　his　features。　She　reveled　in　the　pleasure　she　was　giving　him；　the　banishment　at　least　temporarily　of　the　kami　that　haunted　him　day　and　night。
　Sweat　froze　along　their　backs；　riming　them；　making　them　into　creatures　of　the　winter　countryside。　Where　they　made　contact　their　bodies　were　slick　with　juices　as　if　hot　oil　had　been　poured　between　them。
　Akiko's　eyes　lost　focus　and　she　found　her　mind　wandering　as　if　in　a　dream。　She　was　close　herself。　She　made　herself　focus　on　Saigo。　He　was　past　seeing　or　hearing　anything。　His　hard；　lean　body　surged　continually　against　her　in　minute　ripples。　Cords　stood　out　along　the　sides　of　his　neck　and　his　teeth　were　gritted　hard　in　his　effort　to　continue　the　ecstasy。　But　he　could　not。
　〃Ohh；　yes！〃　she　cried；　beside　herself；　biting　his　neck　as　she；　too；　lost　herself　in　pleasure。
　For　a　long　time　afterward　he　did　not　seem　his　old　self。　Remnants　of　what　he　had　been；　lost　in　her　embrace；　continued　to　hold　sway　like　beautifully　architectured　ruins　on　a　bloody　battlefield。
　He　continued　to　cling　to　her；　his　breathing　taking　an　unaccountably　long　time　to　return　to　normal。　Even　when　they　both　became　chilly　and　were　forced　to　don　clothing　he　did　not　wish　to　be　apart。
　Once；　he　began　to　weep　silent　tears。　When　she　asked　him　what　troubled　him；　he　said；　〃I　was　remembering　that　bamboo　we　passed　earlier。　Oh；　how　I　wish　I　could　be　like　that　tree；　so　resilient；　so　able　to　free　itself　of　the　greatest　burden！〃
　But　then；　slowly；　he　returned　to　the　Saigo　she　had　known　and；　at　length；　they　sat　apart；　not　even　their　shoulders　or　hands　touching。　It　seemed　to　Akiko　that　in　some　strange　way　he　had　bee　embarrassed　by　what　they　had　done　here；　as　if　he　had　allowed　himself　to　transgress　against　internal　rules　only　he　was　aware　of。　She　wished　she　could　say　that　it　was　only　the　tears　of　which　he　was　ashamed；　but　she　feared　that　was　not　so。
　It　seemed　to　her　that　he　was　regretting　the　fact　that　he　possessed　emotions　and　needs　just　like　every　other　human　being。　Akiko　had　been　around　him　long　enough　to　understand　that　Saigo　had　built　for　himself　the　concept　of　his　own　separatism　from　the　entire　human　race。
　If　he　believed　in　a　god　at　all；　it　was　this　one。　For　his　separation　gave　him　power　as　the　Void　gave　most　others　power。　It　allowed　him　to　accept　all　that　he　did　as　necessary　and　right。　Without　that　belief　he…like　a　priest　without　Buddha…would　be　bereft。
　But　in　this　one　instance；　this　turning　away　had　hurt　her　terribly　and　she　could　not　hold　her　tongue。　Watching　his　face；　she　said；　〃You　did　not　enjoy　our　joining；　Saigo…san？　You　did　not　feel　the　outpouring　of　love　as　I　did？〃
　His　face　screwed　up　derisively。　〃Love！　Pah！　There　is　no　such　thing！〃
　〃Yet；　before；　you　told　me　that　you　love　Yukio；〃　Akiko　persevered；　though　she　felt　a　foreboding　building　inside　her。
　〃What　I　feel　for　Yukio　is　none　of　your　concern；〃　he　snapped。　〃As　for　what　I　said；　I　used　an　equivalent　word。　What　I　feel　for　her　is　inexpressible　in　language。　But　certainly　it　is　not　love。〃
　〃And　for　me？〃　She　knew　it　would　e　to　this；　but　her　fear　of　what　he　might　or　might　not　say　was　insufficient　for　her　to　hold　onto　her　words。　〃What　do　you　feel　for　me；　Saigo…san？　Is　it；　too；　inexpressible？〃
　〃Questions；　questions；　and　more　questions。　Why　is　it　that　all　women　know　how　to　do　is　ask　questions？〃　He　lurched　drunkenly　to　his　feet。　His　breath　was　a　steamy　cloud　before　his　lips。　He　was　fully　the　warrior　again。　〃I　find　questions　insupportable；　Akiko…san。　You　already　know　that　about　me　yet　you　persist　in　asking　them。〃
　〃I　am　only　human；〃　she　said　sadly。　〃Unlike　you；　oyabun。〃
　He　laughed　then；　a　low　guttural　sound。　〃Oyabun；　eh？　That　is　good；　Akiko…san。　Very；　very　good。　You　see　me　as　your　mentor；　your　overlord。　Well；　I'll　say　this　for　you；　you　certainly　know　how　to　keep　me　in　good　humor。〃
　But　already　he　suspected　that　the　supposedly　immutable　continents　of　his　being　were　shifting　off　their　divine　axis。　Now　with　a　brilliant　flash　daylight　had　begun　to　pour　in　through　the　resulting　rent；　flooding　his　world；　scoring　demarkations　to　a　landscape　alien　to　him。　And　in　the　shadowed　recesses；　flickering　fires　licked；　funeral　pyres　to　what　had　once　been。
　Looking　at　her　now；　it　seemed　abruptly　clear　to　him　that　he；　indeed；　had　never　loved　Yukio；　had；　in　fact；　not　understood　that　feeling　could　be　warm　as　well　as　cold。
　As　his　eyes　drank　Akiko　in　he　felt　a　return　of　the　deep　sexual　throbbing　she　had　elicited　from　him。　He　felt　none　of　the　aggressive　rage　toward　her　that　he　had　felt　toward　Yukio　or　his　many　male　lovers。　He　was　astonished　to　find　that　with　Akiko　there　was　no　anger　at　all；　only　this　warmth　that；　belatedly；　he　could　identify　as　fort。　And　now　he　knew　that　all　that　he　had　said　to　her　today　was　not　as　he　had　thought；　to　hurt　her；　but　to　unburden　himself。
　The　sky　had　grown　dark　with　low；　surging　clouds。　The　air　was　damp　and　leaden。　It　would　rain　or　snow　soon；　depending　on　the　balance　of　the　temperature。　A　premature　twilight　was　ing　on；　as　purple　as　a　new　bruise。
　〃Storm　ing　from　the　northwest；〃　he　said。　〃Time　to　go。〃　He　wanted　to　pull　his　eyes　away　from　her　but　he　was　like　a　child　who　had　discovered　his　love　of　sweets；　once　in　the　shop　he　was　reluctant　to　depart。
　Yet　at　the　same　time　he　felt　a　need　to　break　the　tenuous　connection　that　still　linked　them　like　a　length　of　twined　silk。　It　was　important　for　him　to　regain　a　sense　of　himself；　to　know　that　all　of　him　had　not　been　transformed　by　this　new　feeling；　that　the　iron　warrior　still　beat　strongly　within　him。
　Thus　he　began　without　her；　walking　as　if　he　had　forgotten　her　existence。　Then；　as　Akiko　rose　to　follow　him；　she　saw　that　something　that　was　hidden　from　her　vantage　point　had　caught　his　attention。　She　watched　as　he　turned　off　the　path；　heading　into　the　pines　on　his　left。
　In　a　moment　he　was　back。　In　his　left　hand　he　held　a　squirming　ball　of　gray　fur　by　the　scruff　of　its　neck。
　〃Eeya！　Akiko…san；　see　what　I've　found！　A　wolf　cub！〃
　Smiling；　Akiko　came　toward　him　down　the　path。　For　just　an　instant　he　had　the　happy；　carefree　aspect　of　a　little　boy。　It　was　so　good　to　see　that　spark　in　him；　she　thought。　If　only　this　time　could　be　extended。
　At　that　moment；　she　became　aware　of　a　blur　hurtling　through　the　air　toward　him。　She　opened　her　mouth　to　scream　a　warning　but　it　was　already　too　late。
　The　great　gray　thing　was　already　atop　Saigo；　snarling　and　clawing。　Saigo　staggered　and　fell　sideways　beneath　the　fury　of　the　onslaught。　Instinctively　he　dropped　the　cub　but　the　mother　was　oblivious；　attacking　him　with　insane　ferocity。
　Akiko　ran　up；　saw　them　twisting　back　and　forth　on　the　snowy　ground。　She　bent　down；　trying　to　grab　the　wolf　behind　its　neck　in　order　to　pull　it　off　him。
　But　Saigo　must　have　hit　a　patch　of　ice　for　he。　spun　beneath　her　and；　tumbling　head　over　heels；　man　and　beast　flew　over　the　embankment；　down　twenty　feet　to　the　riverbank。
　Akiko；　running　to　the　edge；　saw　Saigo's　back　arch；　agony　contorting　his　face。　Then　she　was　half　sliding；　half　scrambling　down　the　rock…strewn　embankment。　Landing　on　her　buttocks；　she　lashed　out　with　her　foot；　catching　the　wolf　on　the　snout　with　the　toe　of　her　boot。
　The　animal　leaped　high　into　the　air；　yelping；　and　when　it　landed；　turned　and　loped　upward　into　the　rising　copse　of　pine　where　its　cub　still　wandered；　lost　and　bewildered。
　Akiko　knelt　beside　Saigo。　His　face；　shoulder；　and　forearms　were　a　mass　of　slashes。　She　saw　a　set　of　teeth　marks　just　above　his　left　wrist。　All　these　were　minor。　But　his　spine　was　canted　at　an　unnatural　angle　and　his　rolling；　dilated　pupils　showed　how　much　pain　he　was　in。
　With　the　utmost　care　she　turned　him　onto　his　stomach。　It　was　immediately　clear　to　her　that　in　his　fall　he　had　smashed　part　of　his　upper　spine　against　the　outcroppings　of　rock　spiking　the　embankment。
　Delicately　she　ran　her　fingertips；　as　a　surgeon　might；　along　the　ragged；　jutting　spine。　At　least　three　vertebrae　were　involved；　perhaps　four。
　She　took　a　deep　breath。　Among　other　things　Sun　Hsiung　had　been　a　koppo　sensei。　With　two　fingers　he　could　break　any　bone　in　the　body　of　his　enemy。　That　was　koppo's　most　monplace　and　well　known　expertise。　But　Sun　Hsiung　had　taught　her　the　other　aspect　of　koppo：　katsu。　It　was　a　form　of　deep　resuscitation。
　Once　she　had　seen　him　use　seikotsu；　an　adjunct　to　katsu；　and　had　begged　him　to　teach　her　this　more　esoteric　and　difficult　art。　It　was　a　form　of　bone…setting。
　She　slowed　her　breathing；　knowing　that　if　she　began　the　process　and　failed；　she　would　most　likely　doom　Saigo　to　a　life　of　partial　paralysis。　For　him　that　would　surely　be　a　death　sentence。　But　what　was　the　alternative？　She　could　not　move　him。　She　could　not　leave　him　for　the　time　it　would　take　her　to　search　out　a　telephone。　He　was　already　in　shock　and　unconscious。　She　could　not　ask　his　permission；　and　if　she　did　not　act　swiftly　the　cold　would　infiltrate　his　natural　defenses　and　kill　him。
　Without　another　thought；　she　put　her　fears　aside　and　went　t