Theme #27 + Random Sakon/Mit Angst
Theme: #27- Music
Pairing: Sakon/Mitsunari
Rating: PG (unless you count sexually suggestive comments as PG-13)
Notes: Forgive me that I have no knowledge of this scene from Empires besides the youtube video, so if I get the actual setting wrong, dun blame me. And likewise I don’t really know Chosokabe all that well, I just thought it’d be funny if I borrowed him. *flails*
*Biwa- A Japanese short-necked fretted lute.
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At this rate, nobody would have known even if he had perished or had been tragically flattened by the sheer load of his work. Perhaps it was a bit of an exaggeration, but any decent strategist, let alone a normal person, could have concluded the irrationality of not stepping outside for days cooped up in a small room containing stacks upon stacks of old, decaying books, paper, and cobwebs. Walking past the room again, the small noise of a working abacus was the only evidence that human life still existed beyond the doors. It irritated him. Deciding then that enough was enough, he immediately paid a visit to Chosokabe in order to commence his plan to lure the fox out of his den.
After he had promised (and somehow managed) to convince the skeptical man that he wouldn’t break his precious instrument, he casually took a seat in the area just outside his lord’s room and began plucking the strings. Granted, he wasn’t well versed in the art of biwa playing, so he merely strung a couple of notes at a time, seemingly more experimenting with the instrument than actually producing any kind of acceptable music. He inwardly smirked when the young Ishida lord swiftly opened the doors to his study in a mere five minutes, which was in fact, five minutes earlier than the musician estimated it would take.
Mitsunari questioned his retainer with an unpleasant expression.
“Are you going to stay inside and work all day again? What’s wrong? Are you sick or something?” Sakon answered.
“If you are concerned about my health, you should stop that awful racket,” he coldly replied, stress clearly noticeable in his voice.
“I was just playing a little music for you on the biwa. Didn’t you like it?” Sakon inquired innocently, looking up now to his lord, displaying the said instrument in hand.
It took a moment of silence before Mitsunari finally broke out into a smile. “I feel sorry for the poor instrument.”
“There we go, I knew I could make you laugh.” Sakon expressed, smirking in victory.
Mitsunari shook his head. “It seems I’ve lost to you again, Sakon. So? What do you intend to do with me?”
Rising from his position, he approached the younger man and allowed his free hand to run through Mitsunari’s hair before gently resting it behind his head as he leaned in closer. “First things first, as my prisoner I have the right to restrict you from your work until further notice.”
Mitsunari sighed but didn’t complain. “Fair enough.”
“And then, depending on my mood you will be either forced to have a drink with me or subjected to a neck message. Who knows, it might even be both. You’d best prepare yourself.”
A mischievous smirk. “And if I refuse?”
“Well then, I guess I’ll have to play the biwa for you again until you comply. But this time, it’ll be in that small room of yours, behind closed doors, with just the two of us.” Sakon replied, dropping his voice to a low whisper. A glint of playfulness emerged in Mitsunari’s eyes as he wrapped his arms around the older man’s neck.
Needless to say, after Mitsunari refused Sakon’s offer, Chosokabe didn’t have to worry about his instrument getting broken anytime soon.
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Notes: Written for 30_cuddles. I suddenly got dark one night and this came out. Aha.
#24- Crying; tears; unhappiness; heartbreak…
Pairing: Sakon/Mitsunari
Rating: PG
Dawn was just about to break as the last few drops of rain dripped from the edges of the rocks above. It was a damp morning, especially wet on the grounds of which he sat. Perhaps the floor of the cave was cold. Perhaps it was a beautiful morning. It didn’t really matter. He had convinced himself he had no more tears to spill after the few that threatened to fall from his eyes. Mustering all of his strength, he had turned once more to face the ongoing battle, for better or for worse. Unfortunately, as fate would have it, and just as he said, the people weren’t on his side.
And now no one was, not anymore.
“Reporting! Lord Shima Sakon has died from his wounds!”*
Apparently life didn’t go the way it did in folktales. With enough willpower and determination, any obstacle could be overcome. With enough justice in your actions, the gods will watch over you, protect you. No, there was only one truth in the godforsaken world he lived in: humans were capable of both loyalty and betrayal.**
“How could you be so irresponsible…” he muttered almost out of a daze.
Slowly, he felt the remaining poisons he had been holding back crawl down his cheek. As vigorously as he tried to wipe them away, the faster they came, until he could see nothing but his own tears. A chilling wind swept through the cave for an instant and Mitsunari saw ahead of him a blurred vision of a familiar loved one. He buried his face into his arms, not wanting his retainer to witness his pitiful state. His whole body shivered when he felt pressure around his shoulders and a slight weight at his neck. He shook as he allowed some cries to escape him, not being able to contain himself any longer. The grip that encircled him tightened.
“Sakon…!”
“…I’m sorry,” were the words whispered into his ear.
Dawn broke. The illusion vanished. Footsteps lingered at the entrance of the cave.***
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*In actual history, Sakon was said to be wounded by gunfire in the battle of Sekigahara. Supposedly, he later died from his wounds, nobody really knows for sure.
**If you don't understand, look up the Battle of Sekigahara and Hideaki Kobayakawa.
*** Mitsunari escaped the Battle of Sekigahara un-harmed, but was eventually captured and executed. I imagined him being caught in a cave as opposed to other places.
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I admit it, I'm obsessed. 8D Expect to see more of them.. with pron hopefully.
~Brizz
Pairing: Sakon/Mitsunari
Rating: PG (unless you count sexually suggestive comments as PG-13)
Notes: Forgive me that I have no knowledge of this scene from Empires besides the youtube video, so if I get the actual setting wrong, dun blame me. And likewise I don’t really know Chosokabe all that well, I just thought it’d be funny if I borrowed him. *flails*
*Biwa- A Japanese short-necked fretted lute.
~~~~
At this rate, nobody would have known even if he had perished or had been tragically flattened by the sheer load of his work. Perhaps it was a bit of an exaggeration, but any decent strategist, let alone a normal person, could have concluded the irrationality of not stepping outside for days cooped up in a small room containing stacks upon stacks of old, decaying books, paper, and cobwebs. Walking past the room again, the small noise of a working abacus was the only evidence that human life still existed beyond the doors. It irritated him. Deciding then that enough was enough, he immediately paid a visit to Chosokabe in order to commence his plan to lure the fox out of his den.
After he had promised (and somehow managed) to convince the skeptical man that he wouldn’t break his precious instrument, he casually took a seat in the area just outside his lord’s room and began plucking the strings. Granted, he wasn’t well versed in the art of biwa playing, so he merely strung a couple of notes at a time, seemingly more experimenting with the instrument than actually producing any kind of acceptable music. He inwardly smirked when the young Ishida lord swiftly opened the doors to his study in a mere five minutes, which was in fact, five minutes earlier than the musician estimated it would take.
Mitsunari questioned his retainer with an unpleasant expression.
“Are you going to stay inside and work all day again? What’s wrong? Are you sick or something?” Sakon answered.
“If you are concerned about my health, you should stop that awful racket,” he coldly replied, stress clearly noticeable in his voice.
“I was just playing a little music for you on the biwa. Didn’t you like it?” Sakon inquired innocently, looking up now to his lord, displaying the said instrument in hand.
It took a moment of silence before Mitsunari finally broke out into a smile. “I feel sorry for the poor instrument.”
“There we go, I knew I could make you laugh.” Sakon expressed, smirking in victory.
Mitsunari shook his head. “It seems I’ve lost to you again, Sakon. So? What do you intend to do with me?”
Rising from his position, he approached the younger man and allowed his free hand to run through Mitsunari’s hair before gently resting it behind his head as he leaned in closer. “First things first, as my prisoner I have the right to restrict you from your work until further notice.”
Mitsunari sighed but didn’t complain. “Fair enough.”
“And then, depending on my mood you will be either forced to have a drink with me or subjected to a neck message. Who knows, it might even be both. You’d best prepare yourself.”
A mischievous smirk. “And if I refuse?”
“Well then, I guess I’ll have to play the biwa for you again until you comply. But this time, it’ll be in that small room of yours, behind closed doors, with just the two of us.” Sakon replied, dropping his voice to a low whisper. A glint of playfulness emerged in Mitsunari’s eyes as he wrapped his arms around the older man’s neck.
Needless to say, after Mitsunari refused Sakon’s offer, Chosokabe didn’t have to worry about his instrument getting broken anytime soon.
~~~~~
Notes: Written for 30_cuddles. I suddenly got dark one night and this came out. Aha.
#24- Crying; tears; unhappiness; heartbreak…
Pairing: Sakon/Mitsunari
Rating: PG
Dawn was just about to break as the last few drops of rain dripped from the edges of the rocks above. It was a damp morning, especially wet on the grounds of which he sat. Perhaps the floor of the cave was cold. Perhaps it was a beautiful morning. It didn’t really matter. He had convinced himself he had no more tears to spill after the few that threatened to fall from his eyes. Mustering all of his strength, he had turned once more to face the ongoing battle, for better or for worse. Unfortunately, as fate would have it, and just as he said, the people weren’t on his side.
And now no one was, not anymore.
“Reporting! Lord Shima Sakon has died from his wounds!”*
Apparently life didn’t go the way it did in folktales. With enough willpower and determination, any obstacle could be overcome. With enough justice in your actions, the gods will watch over you, protect you. No, there was only one truth in the godforsaken world he lived in: humans were capable of both loyalty and betrayal.**
“How could you be so irresponsible…” he muttered almost out of a daze.
Slowly, he felt the remaining poisons he had been holding back crawl down his cheek. As vigorously as he tried to wipe them away, the faster they came, until he could see nothing but his own tears. A chilling wind swept through the cave for an instant and Mitsunari saw ahead of him a blurred vision of a familiar loved one. He buried his face into his arms, not wanting his retainer to witness his pitiful state. His whole body shivered when he felt pressure around his shoulders and a slight weight at his neck. He shook as he allowed some cries to escape him, not being able to contain himself any longer. The grip that encircled him tightened.
“Sakon…!”
“…I’m sorry,” were the words whispered into his ear.
Dawn broke. The illusion vanished. Footsteps lingered at the entrance of the cave.***
~~~~~
*In actual history, Sakon was said to be wounded by gunfire in the battle of Sekigahara. Supposedly, he later died from his wounds, nobody really knows for sure.
**If you don't understand, look up the Battle of Sekigahara and Hideaki Kobayakawa.
*** Mitsunari escaped the Battle of Sekigahara un-harmed, but was eventually captured and executed. I imagined him being caught in a cave as opposed to other places.
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I admit it, I'm obsessed. 8D Expect to see more of them.. with pron hopefully.
~Brizz