[Episode 173059] [Episode 173059]Once, long ago, in a land most likely far away from you, dear reader, there lived a young man named Soun Tendou.
He was a serious man, or at least he tried to be. Perhaps it would be more accurate to say that he took everything seriously, whether deserved or not. A very emotional man, he could be upset easily, a trait he inherited from his mother. From his father, he had learned respect for tradition, pride and poise, though his mother's influence tended to destroy the latter at the slightest excuse.
At any rate, he tried to follow the older ideals of honor and respect, which many young people in the day were gradually drifting away from, due the influx of new American ideas, given credence by the very fact that Japan had lost the War in the Pacific to them. Many believed that, because these strange westerners with their strange ideas had defeated them, there must be something quite remarkable about them as a people; some special quality that made them superior. It was an utter crock, of course.
When the Japanese had gone to battle, they carried with them the fervent believe that they were favoured by the gods. Upon their defeat, not a few were wondering if their loss meant that the gods favoured these Americans more than they. So began the wondering if, should they act and behave more like the Americans, the gods would favour them with fortune once again.
Philosophies like this went a long way to salve the bitterness of defeat, and the bruised egos. For a conquered people, the Japanese were, by and large, not all that rebellious (a few pockets of dissent and resentment notwithstanding).
For some reason, only a relative few believed that the American's victory involved very little favour of the gods (or their own One God) and more to do with the favour of a certain German scientist by the name of Albert Einstein, and his invention of the Atom Bomb.
Oh well... It's not like that has anything to do with this story.
Soun Tendou however, taught from birth to respect the old ways of Japanese tradition, was not one of those eagerly absorbing American culture into the Japanese. Had he been a few years older, he would have gladly fought in the War, perhaps even alongside his father, who had fallen gloriously in the conflict, as a noble and revered Kamikaze pilot. Soun would never forget the honor of his father's death, despite the fact that it proved ultimately unsuccessful in contributing to Japan's victory.
Soun, along with his best friend, Genma Saotome, was apprenticed to a great and wise master of the martial arts (who also happened to be a great and unconscionable lecher, but he tried not to dwell on that more than necessary). The master's teachings were severe, difficult, and utterly, utterly humiliating.
About the time Soun was turning 23, he began to wonder if it wasn't time for him to settle down and get married, but who would want to marry the disciple of an old man who stole underwear (especially since Soun and Genma were required to aid the master in his pursuit of women's undergarments, as part of their training). No respectable woman would ever want to marry a man who engaged in such activities (even under duress).
Soun's first idea was to get the evil master drunk, tie him up, and bury him in a very deep, dark hole (the fantasy was never far from Genma and his minds). He worried though that they would not succeed, and would suffer horribly for the attempt. Talking with Genma confirmed that he too worried a lot about that outcome. Then too, the idea didn't sit too well with Soun's self-respect. Miserable little pervert though he was, Happosai was their master, and thus due some measure of respect. Burying the old goat alive, effectively murdering his own master, would be a black stain on Soun's honor he might never be able to remove (whether the old panty-snatcher deserved it or not).
So, with some reluctance, and fully expecting to be soundly beaten for his audacity, Soun approached his master with his problem. He intended to explain fully how he wished to be married, but doubted that he could do so while he trained under the master, and thus respectfully ask to be released from the evil master's tutelage.
Happosai had sat there, atop his pile of stolen underwear, and frowned down at the young man, whose head was pressed against the floor in a bow of total respect and submission. He didn't want to lose his students, either of them (and Genma would likely follow his friend's lead, sooner or later). They were very handy to have around, distracting mobs of angry women and townspeople so he could get away with his loot. However, Soun seemed bound and determined to settle down and get married (why, Happosai couldn't imagine: there were much easier ways to get a woman into bed without chaining oneself to her for the rest of one's life). He drew out his pipe and lit it, taking a long draw.
"Let me get this straight, Soun: you want to find a wife and get married; settle down and make some kids, right?"
"Yes Master." The groveling young man replied.
"Huh. And you don't think any woman would marry you if you're my student. Tell me this, boy, if that weren't a problem, would you still want to continue training under me, to learn more of my secrets? We've really only begun to scratch the surface of all I have to teach you, you know."
"Well... of course, Master!" Soun lied through his teeth. "Genma and I have already become so much stronger for your... uh... training." Defending oneself from angry restaurant owners, farmers, and irate women day in and day out had that effect.
Happosai nodded. "Thought you might. Listen here; the way I see it, the best solution would be to find you a wife who wouldn't object overmuch to you continuing your training, maybe even one who approved of it."
Soun began to sweat. "Master... no such woman exists!"
"And how would you know? Have you looked?"
Soun swallowed. "I wouldn't even know where to start looking for such a... er... rare treasure of a woman, Master."
"Oh, I can think of at least one." The old man grinned.
That was when Soun knew, with absolute certainty, that he was well and truly doomed.
*
A week later, Happosai introduced Soun to a young woman by the name of Akemi. To Soun's great surprise, she was quite a beauty. To his even greater surprise, she was also kin to the master himself, his granddaughter, to be exact.
Soun spent some time talking with her, getting to know her. She was remarkable woman, beautiful and quick-witted, and a downright engaging conversationalist. She also had some attitudes that Soun considered (for a woman at least) to be at least a little unusual. Her ideas about relationships between men and women were very... liberal. Soun wasn't yet certain whether he believed this was a good thing or not. That evening though, when Akemi took him to bed with her, to show him all she knew, he became not a little swayed in her direction. At the very least, enjoying this every night was a powerful incentive to marry the woman (for she was quite obviously not a 'girl' in any real sense).
Upon mentioning (with a good deal of polite editing) how appealing he was finding the young lady (a generous term, perhaps, but Soun was feeling very generous since the night before) he soon found himself rushing towards marriage so fast it made his head spin. Akemi's mother (much like her daughter in temperament; a true child of Happosai's) and father (who tended to run and hide whenever he set eyes on the master, leading Soun to believe that he had once trained under his father-in-law as well) had apparently worried that a young woman as... um... 'experienced' as Akemi would ever find a good husband. Not even a month later, however, her husband was what Soun became.
It was an arranged marriage, and no one bothered to tell Soun when the wedding date was until the morning of, when Happosai (with an apologetic Genma assisting) knocked him out and dressed him in a groom's kimono, applying smelling salts only once the ceremony had already begun.
Despite his concern that he'd been hoodwinked into buying an unknown quantity, Soun had to admit that married life treated him pretty good for the first few years. He had inherited his family's property, along with the depilated old dojo in the back, and with the money from the wedding gifts, along with Akemi's modest dowry (Soun had determined not to ask how the money had been put together) he was able to rebuild it and take in students. The master naturally moved in, occasionally coaching the new sensei in how to run classes, and with at least the appearance of a venerated old grandmaster heading up the school, the Tendou dojo became a modest success. Soun was doing well and was happy he had gotten married and started a home, despite the suspicious nature of his nuptials.
It didn't hurt that Akemi was an absolute demon in the sack either.
Soun grew himself a mustache to add some age and respectability to his appearance, upon the advice of his clever wife. When it became clear that his student was well-established, Happosai moved out (though he would often visit, much to his student's dismay). The old man was tired of acting respectable to build the dojo's reputation. Only the fact that the marriage had been his idea had motivated him to try and make it work out. After a couple years, that motivation had waned.
No students left the dojo when the grandmaster departed. Soun's reputation as a teacher had been well-earned, and was solid. When his first child was born, Soun used some of his savings to add another floor to the old house, so that his daughter could have her own room when she was old enough, along with any other children who might follow.
Soun was delighted to meet his beautiful little Kasumi, and cried tears of joy for a week when she and Akemi came home from the hospital. The students, well used to their sensei's emotional displays by now, took it all in stride.
The massive renovations, however, were poorly timed. Babies are expensive to raise, and though his income had been excellent for a married couple who owned their own property, with the high cost of adding another floor, the dojo's finances were in dire straits. They needed a loan from the bank, but Soun was unable to convince the stiff-necked bankers that such would be a good investment for them. He tried bringing his wife and 10-month-old daughter along to play on their sympathy, but they remained tight-fisted and immovable.
That was when Akemi had smiled, handed the baby off to her husband, and advised him to go home ahead of her. She intended to negotiate with the bank manager by herself. Soun protested initially, but his wife was firm and resolute. Reluctantly, he took Kasumi home.
It would be years before he understood just what his wife had done to gain them the loan (with a surprisingly low rate of interest, half that of what he'd been expecting) but eventually he determined that Akemi had slid her kimono slowly and seductively off of her firm, voluptuous body (she had wasted little time regaining her figure after her pregnancy, and the added heft the milk had given her bust made her even more stunning) dragged the preppy banker across his desk and given him a fuck he would never forget!
But that knowledge would come much later, and at the time, when Akemi returned home hours later, announcing her success, Soun had been overjoyed to have such a clever and convincing wife.
Given how well she'd done in negotiating the original loan, Soun made no protest when Akemi suggested that she go on her own to make the payments each month. With her managing the finances, they always had enough left over to buy Kasumi everything she would need to grow up.
Just a little under two years later the Tendou family was again blessed with a child; another girl, Nabiki, who would eventually grow into a girl with quite a head for numbers and accounting, which Soun assumed she'd gotten from her mother (actually, she must have taken after her mother quite a bit, since Nabiki didn't look much like him at all, as far as he could see).
*
With the loan to recompense the enormous expenses lost in the construction of the second floor, the dojo continued to prosper. Soun's students trained hard, and learned well, though there was always one bad student in any class.
This one in particular worried Soun not a little. The young man was quite the hothead, always losing his temper and hitting his sparing partners with more force than he needed. Soun had hoped that the training would teach the boy discipline, but it seemed only to give him a better means of beating up the people who irritated him.
When Soun would complain about the lad at night, when he lay alone with his wife, she would laugh and merely say that he was a young man of strong passions. She suggested that he allow her to talk to the man; that a woman's delicate touch might be more effective at setting the unruly lad's head straight, rather than Soun's typical approach of serious discipline and gentle reproach. The boy had (she had discovered by talking to him between classes) grown up without a mother, and she believed her influence might calm the boy somewhat.
Soun was doubtful that Akemi could accomplish anything with the young hothead, but admitted that his methods were not reaching the boy at all. He allowed her to go visit the young man in his apartment, where he had lived ever since having a falling out with his father.
Akemi returned from her visit grinning from ear to ear, saying proudly that she felt she'd touched the boy. Sure enough, when next the boy came to classes, Soun noticed he was more calm and relaxed, and even looking at his sensei with new eyes. He seemed almost nervous around Soun, as if recalling his past words and actions, feeling was ashamed of them. Soun kindly made no mention of that, and merely complimented the boy when he showed a greater dedication to learning what Soun had to teach him. Once again, as with the bank, Soun's wife had shown the benefits of her delicate touch. He had to admit he was curious about what she and the boy had talked about during their visit, but Akemi insisted that it was a private conversation between she and him, and that it would not be appropriate for Soun to pry into the lad's life more than he was entitled to as the boy's sensei. She continued to visit Soun's student from time to time, to further counsel him, and build a bond of friendship that she claimed would increase the bond between sensei and student.
A year after Nabiki was born, came Akane; a girl of strong passions and great exuberance. She was always either very happy, or very sad, or very angry. She couldn't seem to experience any emotion in small degrees. She was a little like Soun that way, he thought. He was also very proud to see her show an interest in martial arts, well beyond that of either of her older sisters. It was too bad she hadn't been born a boy, or Soun would have been delighted to make Akane the heir to his school.
On the other hand, despite sharing some common aspects of personality with her father, Soun wondered why she didn't look any more like him than Nabiki did. Strange...
*
It was not until his girls were approaching puberty that Soun truly began to see his evil master's influence on his wife's upbringing. He had naturally left it to her to teach the young girls what they would need to know to become young women (his knowledge of menstruation was limited to the fact that the wastebaskets smelled worse than usual for several days out of the month). Nonetheless, he did happened to wander by during a few educational moments between mother and daughters...
"Mommy? Why do I hafta have a period? What's it for?"
"Well dear, it's your body's way of saying that it's getting ready for you to have sex and make babies."
"How do you make a baby?"
"Well, a boy puts his cock into your pussy, and moves it back and forth until it feels really really good. Then when he's done, his cock spits out some white stuff that's called cum, and that makes a baby grow inside your tummy."
"Wow! I wanna have a baby! They're so cute!"
"Hahaha! Well dear, having a baby is actually very painful. It's the having sex part that's so much fun. Once the baby comes out though, you've got yourself a little person to love more than anyone else in the world, and that's really special. You shouldn't be having babies for a long time yet though."
"Aw... How long do I have to wait?"
"Until you're married, dear. Probably sometime after you're 20 years old."
"But that's forever!"
"Tee hee! Well, you can do the fun part, having sex, a lot sooner than that. I think you'll really like that part a lot more than giving birth to a baby."
"When can I do that?"
"Oh, not too long now. A couple of years or so, when you're at least 14."
"Do I hafta get married first?"
"Goodness no, child! In fact, it will really help you find a husband if you've got some sex practice in before you meet him. That's how I managed to impress your father so much, after all. It's the making babies part that should wait until after you're married. I can get you some pills to make sure that painful part doesn't happened before you're ready. You just let me know when you think you're going to have sex with a boy, and I'll order them in for you."
"'Kay Mommy!"
In the hallway, out of sight of this intimate mother-daughter conversation, Soun Tendou clutched his chest and pleaded with his heart to start beating again. Later, he would tell himself that Akemi was just having some fun with her daughter, and hadn't intended any of what she'd said seriously.
He kept telling himself that for a year, until he overheard a similar conversation with the next youngest daughter go almost the exact same way.
*
A couple years later, Soun was having some serious concerns about just what his wife was teaching their daughters.
"Mother!" A 15-year-old Kasumi called out. "Can you give me some pointers on giving head? I keep getting pubic hairs caught in my teeth. It's gross!"
THUD
"What was that noise?"
"Just your father fainting, dear. He does that now and then."
"Oh. So anyway, do you have some suggestions?"
"Well, you could always ask him to shave his crotch, but most boys won't do that."
"Why not? I shave mine."
"I think it has something to do with male egos, dear. Your boyfriend probably just got his pubes a year or two ago, and was so proud to have some proof that he was growing into a man, so he won't be eager to shave that proof off."
"Guys sure are weird, aren't they Mother?"
"Maybe, but that's what makes them so much fun!"
*
Life went on in the Tendou home, Akemi teaching her daughters how to get the most out of life, and Soun trying with all his might to stay out of earshot when the conversations with her daughters involved so much more than he ever wanted to know about their lives.
Then, in the year that Kasumi turned 17, Akemi took ill.
At first, it seemed as though she had merely become a bit anemic, but when the dizziness and fainting spells became worse, Soun took his wife to the doctor, disregarding her insistence that it wasn't a serious matter.
To both their shock and horror, it turned out to be much more serious than even their worst nightmares. Cancer... leukemia... and so advanced that a recovery was deemed impossible.
Faster than any of her family could believe, Akemi began slipping away. Just a few short months after being diagnosed, she fell asleep in her hospital bed and did not wake again.
The family was devastated. Akemi had been such an integral part of the family, its leader in every way but the official, it seemed unlikely they could survive without her. Soun himself was overcome with grief, unable to function or give any sort of comfort to his daughters other than to share in their tears. Akemi had run the whole household, and he'd been completely dependent on her for just about everything other than teaching classes in the dojo. Even there it had been she who had managed the finances, arranged the class schedules, and handled the registration. Soun quickly discovered how ignorant he was of how to handle the business side of his own life's work.
With the sensei a complete emotional wreck, and the payments in total disarray, students began to drop out with growing frequency. When only three loyal students remained, Soun reluctantly decided to close the school. He couldn't muster the composure to teach anymore anyway.
Upon discovering how inherently useless he really was in his own house, Soun unintentionally left everything to his daughters to do, and on top of that he needed their support to get through each day as well. While his daughters were still grieving, they were forced to take over the running of the house just to keep from starving and living in their own filth.
Kasumi took over most of the domestic tasks, cleaning, laundry, and cooking. Nabiki took on the burden of maintaining their income and setting the budget. How exactly she brought money in was a mystery to Soun, and while he languished in his extended grieving, he couldn't muster the concern to care.
Of his three daughters, Akane seemed to take her mother's loss the hardest. It was as though without her mother's guidance, she had no idea what to do with herself. For lack of anything more productive to do, she threw herself into her beloved martial arts practice. Only on extremely rare occasions could Soun pull himself together enough to give his daughter some guidance with her training, so she was left largely to her own devices. Mostly she did weight training and jogging, building her physical fitness to incredible levels for a girl her age, but her unsupervised katas gradually became more and more sloppy without an experienced eye to point out her errors. With her father not able to teach her anything new, she doggedly drilled herself on the same old techniques she already knew. The crude style she was developing for herself was very strong, but somewhat sloppy and lacking in any real grace.
*
One day, about a year after Akemi's passing, as he sat about the house thinking wistfully of days he'd spent with his dear wife, Soun had the notion to read Akemi's old diaries. Perhaps reading her thoughts and feelings could sooth the ache of her absence in his life.
What he found in Akemi's private journals proved rather unsettling.
The journals began on the day she was married, and even described their wedding night in rather lurid detail. He had gotten somewhat used to her very graphic way of speaking at times, so he couldn't say he was surprised that she was equally blunt in the privacy of her own diary. He was slightly miffed that his original performance was rated "not that bad", though fortunately for his ego, later chapters would show Akemi's conviction that her husband's lovemaking skills were improving considerably with more practice.
It was when he read up to the day he'd brought her and Kasumi to the bank to beg a loan that Soun became truly unsettled. He read her account of his ineffectual and rather shameless attempts to negotiate, and her realisation that she was going to have to take over for him if they wanted to get the loan.
There, in the diary he had never been allowed to read while she was alive, Soun read of how she had used her body to convince the stubborn banker to give out the loan. As was typical of Akemi when describing her sex life, she went into considerable detail.
In the pages that followed, Soun discovered that his wife had continued offering the banker sexual favours each time she had gone to make the loan payment. He read of her uncertainty that Nabiki was in fact Soun's child, a horrible notion that almost stopped his heart to read. As a final, bitter kick in the teeth, there was a comment that Akemi had not felt too put out to be effectively prostituting herself out for a bank loan, as sex with her husband had gotten a bit stale. Not that he was bad at it, but she found the variety of another partner a very enjoyable novelty.
That night, Soun had set the diary down and cried himself to sleep. He often did this since his wife had died, but this was the first night he did not do so out of grief.
*
It was over a week later when Soun found the courage to begin reading Akemi's journals again. The loan had taken several years to pay off, and Akemi had continued her discounted 'payments' for all of that time. He advanced about a year after Nabiki's birth, to those days when his wife had gone to counsel that hotheaded young man he'd had such difficulty teaching.
It should not have surprised him by this point that Akemi had fucked him, but it did anyway. The boy had been lonely, Akemi had concluded, with a mountain of frustrations slowly driving him mad, and causing his unruly behavior. She had offered him a vent for his frustrations, and one that had proved very effective too. Soun's chest contracted as he read her comments that she had been missing the touch of a vigorous younger man in recent years. Teaching the angry virgin boy how to have sex with a woman had been very diverting. Just thinking of his enthusiasm when she lay with him (which she did on a weekly basis for a period of nearly a year) had helped her forget the doldrums of her dull daytime existence as an ordinary housewife.
When he came to the time when Akemi became pregnant with Akane, he again saw in her words the uncertainty that the child she carried was fathered by her husband. When the child was born, Akemi seemed to have concluded she was not. Akane apparently had her young lover's eyes.
With tears of betrayal falling down his cheeks, Soun continued to read through his wife's remaining years with morbid fascination. After Akane, Akemi had decided that three were enough children for her, and had arranged to begin taking an illegal contraceptive through some of her grandfather's contacts. Soun had not even been aware that his wife had been taking any medication prior to her later illness.
With the likelihood of her becoming pregnant greatly reduced, Akemi had decided that she had even less reason to deny herself the enjoyment of discrete affairs than she had previously, and began actively seeking such opportunities. She had decided it would be prudent to begin insisting that her lovers use a condom, both to decrease the chances of pregnancy even farther, and to avoid contracting some unpleasant disease. She very much did not want to pass on anything unpleasant to her husband, since they still made love fairly frequently, as they always had. Her concern seemed to be entirely for his health, and quite genuine. The fact that their both contracting some sexually transmitted disease would reveal her many affairs did not appear to rate mention as far as Akemi was concerned.
At several points, she wrote that she truly did love her husband dearly, but that her admittedly wanton nature did not allow her to be satisfied with a monogamous marriage. She did not seem to be concerned that Soun would fly into a rage if her infidelity was discovered, or that he would divorce and abandon her. Rather it was the pain she knew it would cause him that motivated her to keep her activities a secret.
The diaries stopped shortly before Akemi was admitted to the hospital, so there was no commentary on her feelings as she faced death and the loss of her family. When he had turned the last page of the last volume, Soun set the book down on the pile of others with mixed emotions.
A part of him felt heartsick that his wife had betrayed him; humiliated and hurt that he by himself was not enough to keep his wife satisfied. Another part of him had taken greater note of how often Akemi had admitted that she loved him. Despite her clandestine activities, she truly had loved him. His still grieving heart was reassured to know this, and he felt he could believe it, despite how some of her actions might have indicated otherwise.
So what did it all mean, now, and to him?
Perhaps it was as his wife had hypothesised, that no matter how much she loved him, she, by her very nature, could not be happy in the bed of just one man. Considering that she was the granddaughter of his extraordinarily perverted master, it was not unreasonable to believe that she had inherited a libido much higher than was common for most women. The master did not limit his underwear thefts or peeping to a single woman he found attractive, but found his delinquent satisfaction from vast numbers of females, usually not even bothering to learn their names. If Soun's wife had inherited a somewhat toned-down version of such a sexual appetite, there might have been no way for her to remain faithful to him for the entirety of their 18 years of marriage. Would Soun have rather discovered this 10 years ago, divorced Akemi, and been unhappy and alone for that decade? No, he would not. He was grateful for every day, every hour, he had been able to spend with the woman he loved. Even now, that was still how he felt.
Soun lay a fond hand on the journals, the written form of his wife's living existence, the secret voice of her true heart, and said a prayer for her soul.
"I forgive you, my Akemi-chan. May the kami forgive you also." He intoned, then nodded with finality to himself. That was how he wished this to end, with forgiveness and understanding. Remaining angry with her was too much effort and misery to contemplate when he missed her so dearly. Her half-serious smile, her rich laughter, and that sparkle of delight in her eyes when he managed to say just the right thing... these were the memories of Akemi he would keep close to his heart.
There was something else than merely his late wife's fidelity he had discovered here, though. Soun was now forced to consider that Nabiki and Akane were not truly his daughters. It would appear that they both had been sired by other men. They were not even Tendous, from the perspective of their bloodlines.
And yet... was that true? Did blood matter so much to him? These were the girls he had bounced on his knee, who had thrown their small arms around his neck and kissed his cheek affectionately. These were the girls that had (when they were smaller and less restrained with their feelings, at least) told him 'I love you Daddy!' with great big smiles on their faces. How could such wonderful little girls, with whom he had shared such closeness, be anything but his own children?
Soun considered the matter for several days, examining his own feelings about what he now knew of his two youngest daughters. Eventually, he decided that their genealogy did not matter to him. He loved them and they loved him. They were the children of his heart, if not of his body. That was what truly mattered.
He also decided, so as not to upset them or give them even the slightest reason to doubt his love for them, that he would never reveal what he had learned from Akemi's diaries. The very next day, he packed them away in a box and buried them far back in the attic, beneath a mountain of old junk. He had been tempted to burn the journals, but his wife's thoughts and memories were too precious to him to consider it seriously. He only hoped that his girls would never stumble across the secret books. Learning of their bastardised parentage and their mother's infidelity might well break their hearts.
Actually, the infidelity part might not startle them too much. From what little he could not avoid overhearing of his daughters' love lives, they generally considered "going steady" in the long term to be too bothersome and limiting. For all he knew, his daughters may have already known their mother slept with other men. All the women in the house had known how uncomfortable speaking about his little girls' relations with boys made Soun, so there must have been even more that had passed between mother and daughters than he had had the misfortune to overhear from time to time. Akemi might have even judged her daughters to be both liberally-minded and mature enough to be told why her errands out of the house sometimes took hours longer then seemed necessary. Soun did not know.
Soun also did not want to know!
He had his blood pressure to worry about.
*
A year or so later, Soun brought in the mail and found a postcard marked from China. After reading the back of it, with its single, unembellished sentence, Soun was moved to tears for the first time since he'd found the pregnancy test in the bathroom's wastebasket a month ago (thankfully, it had shown a negative result, but still...).
"After all these years... Genma, my old friend." Soun smiled.
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