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Ibuki: the gift of healing through breath. Chiasa has possessed the ability since childhood and shares it with her father as they care for their Inuru community. Chiasa has never doubted the stability of her simple life. That is, until Namika, a water-gifted priestess, shows up outside the Ibuki shrine gates with information promising Chiasa’s doom.
With Namika’s help, Chiasa is determined to find the secrets behind the ritual that will claim her life, but her growing feelings toward the other woman reach beyond her control, adding to the confusion. Time is rapidly running out, and Chiasa can’t seem to sort out the lies woven through the magic of Inuru and its emperor.
Caught in a tangled web of immortality, betrayal, and desire, Chiasa must find the right people to trust if she hopes to stop the ritual—or she will pay the consequences.
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Ibuki - Kathryn Sommerlot
A NineStar Press Publication
Published by NineStar Press
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Ibuki
Copyright © 2018 by Kathryn Sommerlot
Cover Art by Natasha Snow Copyright © 2018
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
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ISBN: 978-1-947904-95-8
Printed in the USA
First Edition
February, 2018
Edited by Elizabetta McKay
Warning: This book contains sexually explicit content, which may only be suitable for mature readers.
Ibuki
Kathryn Sommerlot
Table of Contents
Ibuki
Glossary
About the Author
To the Walking Ruckus, who love me when I am 100% myself.
WHEN CHIASA FIRST saw the young woman standing outside the shrine, her throat seized in fear around a single thought: the emperor is dead. A moment later, she realized the woman appeared far more nervous than grief-stricken, and she relaxed, only to wonder why a seseragi priestess would be on her doorstep before the sun had fully risen.
The woman was unmistakably one of the water-chosen. Her hands were fidgeting and pressing tiny creases into the telltale blue of her silk robe, its pale folds hanging uneven above her shell-lined sandals, and above the short collar, a silver clip in the shape of an ocean wave held her hair in two overlapping plaits. She glanced down either side of the empty road, shoulders bowed, before starting up the stairs.
Chiasa hung back to observe.
It took the woman a minute or so to climb the steps that led to the small fountain, and with the shrine deserted, her footsteps echoed through the grounds. Her hair seemed to have been hastily done as an afterthought—long strands had come free and hung down her back like splatters of black ink across parchment.
She did manage a jerky half bow when she reached the slotted board holding the wooden ladle, though most of the water she then tried to pour over her hands ended up splashing onto the front of the blue silk, a testament to the shaking in her arms. Chiasa let her continue without interruption until she reached the top of the stairs and clapped her hands together before the silver bell. Any farther, and the seseragi priestess would make her way inside the sanctuary, to where the ibuki power-stone was held, and the thought was unsettling enough to push Chiasa forward.
If I can help you with something,
Chiasa began, slipping out from her hiding spot between the side of the sanctuary and the hall of worship where she spent many hours praying in solitude.
The young woman started, nearly tripping on the hem of her robe. One hand went to her mouth as she stared far longer than was comfortable, and then she bowed again, the force of the action throwing the loose tendrils of hair over her head.
I’m sorry,
she said. "I didn’t send word, and…well, I know it’s strange for me to be here, but I must speak with an ibuki priest, please."
Chiasa took a step back, one corner of the hall’s intersecting wall panels jabbing between her shoulders.
My father is the head priest, but he’s not here. He’s out with the herbalist to tend the sick. If you wish, I can leave him a message for when he returns—
It’s urgent,
the other woman whispered. "Please."
At a loss, Chiasa looked around the shrine grounds she knew by heart. There was no one else to summon. Her father wouldn't be back until much later, perhaps even after midnight, and old Isao was seldom of much use anymore, relegated to menial groundskeeping tasks and selling talismans. As the morning breeze broke through the tree line and nipped at the exposed skin of her cheek, she felt acutely alone.
Chiasa tried to imagine what her father might do were he present as the young woman, still bent in an awkward bow, began to shake with the exertion of it. Chiasa, afraid she would topple over entirely, sprang forward and dropped the broom she was holding, the tool clattering noisily across the pathway.
He’s not here,
Chiasa repeated, though she wanted to help the woman when she was in such a state. But please don’t panic, I will not send you away. If you’d like, I could make you some tea?
Yes,
the woman said. Her hands went to her face, cupping cheeks that were tinged with an uneven smattering of powder. As Chiasa watched, her gaze seemed to get lost in nothing, until she finally blinked and focused once again, settling on Chiasa’s face. Again, there was something sparking in her eyes that Chiasa couldn't entirely read. The woman lowered her hands and nodded. Yes, I would appreciate it. I’m sorry to intrude.
Chiasa thought briefly of disagreeing, but it felt best to avoid lying. Instead, she led the seseragi priestess into the hall of worship and through to the small back room where they kept a low, small table and supplies unrelated to the shrine itself. There was a heavy iron kettle, which was so old that one side of it was slightly lower than the other, making the whole thing lopsided. Chiasa placed it onto the small fire in the center of the room with care and waved the smoke up into the open flume built into the roof's small, soot-blackened bricks. Her strange guest knelt at the table, smoothing her silks beneath her knees.
I don’t know when my father will return,
Chiasa apologized as she waited for the water to bubble. The other woman deflated somewhat, her shoulders curving in and over on themselves as she ran a finger over the grain of the table.
Is there no one else?
she asked. Then, a half second too late, her eyes snapped up, wide and frightened. I didn’t mean… I meant no offense. I’m sure you are quite capable at the breath—
Chiasa waved her apology away. "I’m not offended. But I am afraid there is no one else. It’s only my father, myself, and old Isao."
Then, your father is part of the emperor’s circle?
the woman asked. The expression on her features changed from nervous to suspicious, and Chiasa couldn't follow the reasoning behind it. Her guest tapped her fingers against the tabletop as she pursed her lips together, and her gaze shifted away from Chiasa and the teakettle. "Perhaps it was unwise to come here. I thought there were more in the ibuki shrine."
The kettle whistled its completion, and as she poured the fragrant hibiscus blend, Chiasa frowned, puzzled by the transformation in both the conversation and the woman’s demeanor.
My father is not advising the emperor today,
she said, again, in case it had been missed, as she handed the other woman the small teacup of hollowed bone. Her guest held the cup between her fingers, but didn’t sip from it. Her gaze seemed lost again, her eyes focused on something far beyond the table and the crackling fire pit, in a place Chiasa could neither see nor touch.
After quite some time, the woman raised her head once more. My name is Namika. I suppose with your father too close to the source I should not have asked for him at all. You are the youngest within the shrine?
Yes,
Chiasa answered, though she regretted doing so in the next heartbeat when the oddness of the question