Miyabi Birthday 3

Miyabi had been on some personal journey to discover the meaning of femininity and womanhood. She had never considered herself to be particularly feminine as she always attracted the attention of other women rather than men. Still with some help she'd discovered fashion and make up and actually enjoyed "girly" things from time to time. Imu took advantage of this new-found curiosity and suggested they both go out to a tea house that Murasaki had mentioned. That seemed sufficiently ladylike.

 

Miyabi was wrapped up in a sky blue dress with a bow in her hair and a layer of make up that would be considered caked on. It was thicker than what Shiki would dare to ever apply. She even tried braving shoes with heels. If it weren't for her shinobi sense of balance she would have tripped all over the place. Then there was that sudden sensation 'Imu! I feel something on my legs! It's cool and surprisingly pleasant!'

 

'Miyabi!' Imu squeaked. Why was the most amazing woman in the world, in her eyes, yelling something like that in the middle of the street? 'Calm down, it's just the breeze.'

 

'Oh' Miyabi was relieved and delighted in the new feeling.

 

They had made it to the tea house and been lead to their table by the waitress. The sheer range on hand scared both of the young ladies. There was so much here. Wait they have this many colours of tea? How could they decide? Miyabi decided to play it safe. 'Black tea' But which kind? Indian Chai? Huang Jin Ya? Classic Christmas? Earl Grey? 'Erm, E n g l i s h b r e a k f a s t' Miyabi stuttered. She hated saying foreign words. It was too embarrassing.

 

Both of them ended up with tea served with scones filled with jam and cream. A Cream Tea how thoroughly English for a Japanese ninja. Miyabi got impatient and sat back with spread legs. It was a good thing her dress went bellow the knee. Imu blushed and playfully nudged Miyabi to close them 'Miya, people will see you undies!' She whispered. Miyabi had never thought about that. Pants were so much easier.

 

Their order arrived and they paid little attention to manners, not even an "itadakimasu" was said before they chomped into the soft creamy snacks. The result was both ladies having clotted cream and jam smeared on their faces. Miyabi lapped a bit of cream that dangled from the corner of her mouth. The innuendo of the cream was lost on Imu but watching Miyabi's dexterous tongue excited her. Imu somehow managed to get cream on the tip of her nose and Miyabi reached out to wipe it off then tasted it.

 

'Miya~' Imu almost fainted forwards into her scalding hot tea.

 

With their meal finished Miyabi declared that she had been victorious over tea houses. Sure there was cream all over the place and Miyabi's heavy lipstick was smeared simply from chewing but they had won. It was time to leave and face the next test on the road to being womanly. As they walked home Imu got an idea 'Miyabi? Would you suppose that holding hands while walking would be ladylike?' She had to wipe away the drool in the corner of her mouth.

 

'Hm, I would suppose so.' It seemed right anyway. Miyabi took Imu's arm like a gentleman and her subordinate slowly drifted over until the both of them were squeezed together. There was nothing Imu wanted more right now than to gently rest her head on Miyabi's shoulders. No wait her chest! No, no, shoulders. Can't get too ahead of ourselves here.