Please Train Me, Tanikaze-sama!

Miyabi dug deep into the side pocket of her duffel bag, feeling several wrapped pieces of candy crinkle beneath her fingers. She let her fingers close around one at random. She would have taken a look inside and chosen her favorite flavor, but right now, she needed to keep her eyes in front of her. She was currently jogging down a rather long corridor, and she was liable to trip over her own feet—or, worse yet, barrel into some poor unsuspecting soul and squish them—if she tried to divide her focus between running and trying to pick out a piece of candy. So she just pulled out the first one she grabbed. The Kit-Kat was Red Bean Soup flavored. Not bad.

“Mmmmp!” Miyabi grunted, as she ripped the wrapper open and devoured the first half of the bar. Normally, she took her sweet time about eating a Kit-Kat, really savoring the unique flavor of the candy. Today, she didnâ€t have time for that. She needed to find someone! Her idol! The world-famous sumo lady Akashi Tanikaze!

She had checked the cafeteria, the gym, and one or two of the bathrooms. No luck. She had asked a friendly-looking passerby, who had suggested she try the locker room next. Of course! It only would make sense for Akashi to be there, toweling off after training, as devoted to her sumo craft as ever! Maybe, Miyabi thought, the sumo lady would even be showering, and Miyabi would get a chance to see her idol naked! She tittered like the schoolgirl she so recently had been at the thought as she burst through the doors of the locker room.

<Sheâ€s got to be here…> Miyabi said to herself, peering down the first aisle, then the second. There were a few girls in various states of undress who looked back at her curiously, but they were all skinny and most definitely not Akashi. And then…at the far end of the locker room, Miyabi thought she caught a glimpse of long black hair flowing over broad, powerful shoulders. That had to be her! Miyabi quickly ran down the aisle, dodging a couple of smaller girls who were changing into their street clothes as she pursued the elusive Akashi. <Tanikaze-sama!?> she called out, hoping that it really was her.

Akashi had finished up with a shower after a nice workout. Like she normally did, she sat naked on the bench reading a book while her long hair was wrapped up in a towel. She let the rest of her air dry while she finished her chapter. Once her hair was dried, she pulled the towel off and folded it up. She set it in her gym bag and began the process of getting the rest of her clothes on. That was, until she heard the sound of someone calling her name in Japanese very formally. Who could that be?

Akashi turned around with little concern for modesty and tilted her head. She saw an unfamiliar looking Japanese girl coming down the locker rooms. She looked very excited and was nearly as big as her, though clearly younger. Akashi's eyes raised.

<Huh? Can I help you?> She asked back in Japanese, bowing politely as the girl approached.

The woman at the end of the aisle turned around when Miyabi called after her, and, without a doubt, that was Akashi Tanikaze! Miyabi skidded to a stop in front of the experienced sumo wrestler. She pressed her hands together in front of her chest and bowed very deeply and politely, then turned her gaze back up to the older womanâ€s face, her eyes glowing. She actually stood almost face to face with Akashi, which was surprising, since the sumo looked so huge on television!

<Tanikaze-sama! Hello!> Miyabi greeted the veteran, her voice loud with excitement. It almost made the lockers rattle—Miyabi had been told before that she had a very resonant voice, especially when she was excited about something. <It is so great to meet you! My name is…uh…umm…>

Miyabi hadnâ€t noticed that Akashi was nude at first. When she did, it brought her train of thought to a screeching halt. She couldnâ€t help but stare at the sumo womanâ€s large breasts, and it was all she could do not to drool at the sight. She had never seen a naked woman in person before—at least not this close up! <Mmmm…uh, oh…!> At last, after a good ten seconds, Miyabi remembered that she was in the middle of her introduction. She jerked her head back upwards to look Akashi in the eyes again, then quickly glanced off to the side, blushing. <My name! My name is Takiyama Miyabi! I am a recent high school graduate, my blood type is O, and I am a very big fan of yours!> She managed to force herself to look Akashi in the eye again, and this time did not turn away. She smiled again, her wide grin showing off her pearly white teeth. <And I have a question to ask you!>

Akashi smiled at the enthusiastic girl. She raised her brow expectantly as she began to make her own greeting. She watched as the girl stopped short. 'Um?' She thought Maybe her name was Ume? She didn't know why the girl was so shy. Akashi didn't think she was THAt awe inspiring. At wasn't until she watched Miyabi's eyes wander down to her big, naked breasts that she wondered. She blushed a bit. Wasn't this a bit unnatural? Akashi never had an issue with modesty. Well, Miyabi certainly was cute! Akashi had to admit that much!

Finally when the neophyte got around to finishing her introduction, Akashi bowed again. She blushed at the girl's enthusiasm. <Ahhh... It's nice to meet you, Takiyama-san.> She said. She then tilted her head. <A question? Sure, you can ask anything!>

When Akashi bowed again, Miyabi would hastily do the same, bending over at the waist, feeling a little discomfort as the layer of fat which encircled her abdomen was squished during the deep, reverent bow. <Itâ€s nice to meet you, too, Tanikaze-sama! More than nice! It is wonderful! You are an idol of mine!> she replied, her voice still loud and reverberant. She glanced over her shoulder. A few other girls were still in the locker room. It wasnâ€t as private an audience with the illustrious Akashi Tanikaze as Miyabi had desired, but that wasnâ€t going to stop her from showing the utmost respect as she made her request of Akashi.

<Oh! So, my question,> Miyabi began, pausing for a second. She would drop her duffel bag on the bench beside her. Then, she would get down on her knees in front of Akashi, lowering her head until it touched the floor between the veteran wrestlerâ€s feet. Miyabi knew that just coming out and asking Akashi would not convey the vast respect she had for the woman, but hoped that by prostrating herself and performing dogeza her request might be granted. <Tanikaze-sama, please train me! I want to learn your ways and follow in your footsteps! I want to become a great sumo woman like you!>

Akashi blushed at Miyabi's words. She'd had a lot of fans but she'd never been so up close to one. She scrutinized Miyabi carefully, blushing the whole time. However, when Miyabi got down on her hands and knees and prostrated herself before Akahsi, the sumo didn't know what to do.

She stepped back and felt the cold locker steel against her flesh and shivered. <M-Miyabi-san!> She gasped. "H-How could I resist!" She said. It felt like a student who would come to her family's heya to train. Akashi was beside herself. Akashi nodded. <I'll do it, Miyabi-san. She said, holding out her hand to help the girl up. <But... I'm not an easy instructor. You should prepare yourself to work as hard as you possibly can! If you're not ready for blood, sweat and tears, then you should leave now!> Akashi said firmly.

Miyabi had been hopeful that Akashi would accept, but she had also been a little anxious. Seeing the sort of honorable woman Akashi was on television, Miyabi knew that the sumo would not simply give her a curt “no” and walk away, but she had been worried that extenuating circumstances might prevent Akashi from training her. That worry had grown as she walked through the halls of the AFW building, and her chest had felt a little tight as she finally managed to ask Akashi if she might be willing to take on a pupil.

That stress disappeared when she heard Akashiâ€s answer. She looked up at the veteran sumo woman with big eyes, grabbing the womanâ€s proffered hands and hauling herself to her feet. <You are the best, Tanikaze-sama!> she exclaimed, giggling and jumping up and down. <This is going to be so much fun! I have wanted to hang out with Tanikaze-sama for a long time!> she said. She let go of Akashiâ€s hands and pulled the older woman into a big hug, forgetting for a second how naked Akashi was at the moment. <Oh, and I am totally ready to train hard, too! Donâ€t you worry sensei!>

"H-Hang out!?" Akashi said in English. She didn't think that Miyabi understood what it meant to train and train hard. But how could she resist the girl's hug. Akashi grinned and wrapped her arms around Miyabi, squeezing her tightly in her own brand of hug, lifting her up off her feet.

Akashi's bare breasts mashed up against Miyabi's and after a moment she set the girl down and looked at her. "When can you start?!" Akashi said set Miyabi down, setting her hands on Miyabi's shoulders. "Oh!" She said. "Do you have any experience!?" She said. Wouldn't THAT be something. Maybe Akashi was too trusting of random stalkers who made their way into the locker room. Akashi's eyes narrowed ever so slightly.

Miyabi tilted her head and looked at Akashi curiously when the veteran sumo said something in English. Miyabi had tried to learn the language in high school, but she gave up rather quickly. She knew how to say hello, how to count, and how to say yes and no, but she knew very little besides those most rudimentary rules of the language. She thought about asking Akashi what “Hang out” meant—the way the older woman had said it, it sounded like she was asking Miyabi for clarification—but before she could, Akashi hugged her back, and lifted her up in the air.

<Whoa! Hey! Heeheehee!> Miyabi squealed delightedly, giggling like a little girl as her idol lifted her. <Youâ€re the best, Tanikaze-sama!> As Akashi set her down, Miyabi would unwrap her arms from around the veteranâ€s body and would wipe the tears of laughter from her eyes. She did calm down a bit when Akashi put her hands on her shoulders and said something else in English. Miyabi was surprised by how serious Akashi looked when she asked that. The way her eyes narrowed indicated to the schoolgirl that Akashi was assuming her role as sensei now, and Miyabi guessed by the tone her new teacher took that Akashi was asking her something important, but Miyabi had no idea what it was that she was being asked. <Umm…Iâ€m sorry, sensei, but I canâ€t speak English,> Miyabi admitted sheepishly. “Uhh…no…English…me,” she attempted haltingly, trying to stitch together the few words she knew in order to demonstrate her lack of understanding.

"Ehhh!?" Akashi said as she stared at Miyabi like she was speaking a different language that Akashi couldn't understand. <You can't speak English!?> She said. <Shouldn't you have learned in school?> Akashi sighed. She'd have to do something about this. <You might find that to be a bigger obstacle in your career here than anything.> Akashi lifted her hand and rested it on Miyabi's head. <I can help there too, I guess.> She said. <But... how much experience do you HAVE?> She asked, repeating her initial question she had asked in English.