The Best Laid Plans | By : Toxicstar Category: +S through Z > Samurai Warriors Views: 2935 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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A/N: Greetings. Well, here goes… I’m
posting another fic. ^^ I’m shocked that no one has
already written a SakoMitsu, considering how huge
their Japanese fanbase is, but… lol,
well, that gives me the incentive to post mine.
If there are any historical errors or whatever, I do apologise- I tried to keep
it all as in-character as possible.
May contain spoilers.
Also, it will turn into rather graphic
yaoi, as my fics tend to
do, so… be warned.
Enjoy the first (admittedly short) chapter. ^_~
Pairing: Sakon x Mitsunari
The candle flickered irritatingly by Ishida Mitsunari’s
tired face, tempting him to snuff it out. But it wouldn’t be easy writing a
strategy in complete darkness, so he did his best to ignore it.
Today had been lucrative, so to speak. He had acquired
the excellent samurai, Shima Sakon,
whom many feudal lords had tried to recruit countless times without success. In
addition to honourable warriors like Sanada Yukimura and Naoe Kanetsugu, Mitsunari felt sure he
would bring peace to this land.
However, the threat of the Eastern army was still at
large, and he was highly unpopular with others- namely the other Toyotomi retainers.
The auburn-haired man sniffed. They had never appreciated
his sharp tongue or wit, but he didn’t care- their hatred only conveyed their
inferiority.
Mitsunari stifled a
yawn, his mind again returning to the Yamato samurai from earlier today.
Sakon was extremely clever, and would
have to be treated carefully. If he pushed, Mitsunari
wouldn’t pull. He had no problem with giving the man what he wanted,
considering how useful his mind and strength were said to be. He did, however,
hope that paying Sakon with half his own stipend
would suffice. The older man did appear to be somewhat stubborn.
---//---
Shima Sakon laid
his sword against the wall of his new room, nodding in approval. It was, in
general, an impressive castle, better than what he was used to. It was a shame
the reception was a little chilly.
Sakon chuckled, thinking of his new
master, Mitsunari. He was cunning,
that much was certain, if his earlier convincing was anything to go by.
He was, however, sure that Mitsunari had been sincere
when he’d said he wanted to employ Sakon as his
equal. He seemed a little spoiled, like he would kick up a royal fuss if he
didn’t get his way. The thought made Sakon’s smile
broaden.
It was just a pity that the young commander had gone
straight off to his study as soon as they’d arrived at the castle. Sakon hadn’t exactly been expecting a cheerful guided tour,
but yes- Mitsunari was a bit of a cold fish.
Exceptionally pretty, though. Not that Sakon normally reflected on the beauty of men. No, he was
particularly fond of chasing girls. Still… it was a bonus when one’s master was
nice to look at. From previous experience, they usually weren’t.
Deciding he would go and intrude on whatever his lord
was doing, Sakon left the room. With any luck, he’d
run into some pretty young women on the way.
---//---
The study Mitsunari had
vanished away into earlier sounded eerily quiet as Sakon
approached it. Sliding the door open a fraction, he peered in. At least his
master wasn’t asleep. But he looked like he wasn’t far off.
“My Lord,” Sakon said
brightly, walking in and sliding the door closed behind him. He made his way
over to where Mitsunari was kneeling, staring listlessly
at a half-written scroll, and sat down next to him.
“Just Mitsunari,” came the distracted
reply, “…equals, remember.”
Sakon arched an eyebrow, watching Mitsunari chew lightly on the end of his ink brush. He
hadn’t even blinked since Sakon had appeared. “You
don’t look like you’re getting much done… how ‘bout a drink?” he waved a bottle
of sake enticingly.
Mitsunari finally let
his gaze rove over to Sakon, and he frowned at the
bottle distastefully. “Must you get drunk in here?”
“Hah! It takes a lot more than one bottle of sake to
get Shima Sakon drunk!” the
older man boasted with a grin.
Mitsunari just sighed in
defeat, staring again at the half-written strategy before him.
Sakon set two cups on the desk, pouring
the sake happily. Mitsunari didn’t need to know he
had helped himself to it from the kitchens. Looking up, he took the opportunity
to appraise the other man’s features.
His hooded eyes were as bored as ever, but from the
side Sakon could see how long and dark his lashes
were, and how the candlelight brought a red-brown colour to their cold depths.
His reddish hair seemed almost ablaze in the light, his pale skin also taking
on a warmer hue than usual.
As if he sensed being stared at, Mitsunari
lifted his head and glanced askance.
Sakon merely smiled, nudging one of the
cups towards the younger man. He picked up his own and drank deeply.
Mitsunari hesitated
before picking up the cup. “…I don’t normally touch this stuff.”
“Can’t hold your drink?” Sakon
asked, pouring himself another. “That’s ok, I’m sure you’d look cute with a
little colour to your cheeks.”
Mitsunari blinked
rapidly, as if wondering whether he’d heard correctly or not.
Sakon waved it off. “I was kidding, Mitsunari. Come on, just loosen up
a little…”
The other man looked down at his lap, shifting
somewhat uncomfortably. “I hear that a lot.”
Sakon paused with the cup at his lips,
gazing thoughtfully at Mitsunari. “…That so…?” he
murmured.
Mitsunari just snorted
lightly, tipped his head back and downed the cup of sake. He set the empty cup
back down. “You have the rest,” he said blandly, and turned back to his work.
“Woah, wait a minute,
there…” Sakon said, putting his own drink down and
grabbing Mitsunari’s arm. “You can’t have had enough, you’re nowhere near relaxed yet.”
“I’m perfectly relaxed, thank you,” Mitsunari said, glaring at Sakon’s
hand pointedly.
The older man smirked. “Why do I get the impression…
that you don’t like people touching you?”
Mitsunari ignored the
comment, attempting to shake Sakon’s hand off.
“Mitsunari? Am
I right?” Sakon probed, still smirking. Mitsunari was looking a little flustered, which only
encouraged his theory.
“I think you’ll find,” Mitsunari
grit out in annoyance, “that it’s the sake making my face red, if anything.”
“Hah! You only had one cup!” Sakon
argued in disbelief.
“Will you just leave it?” the other man snapped,
shaking auburn strands of hair from his eyes.
Sakon paused, shook his head in
amusement, and released Mitsunari’s arm. “…Whatever you say, my Lord.”
Mitsunari said nothing, returning
his gaze to the scroll. Sakon noticed, however, as he
went on drinking in silence, that the other man was shaking slightly. It was
all very curious, he mused, but amusing if nothing else.
---//---
Mitsunari paced along the
tatami mats, deep in thought. He’d received word that
a coalition against him had been officially formed, and was allegedly on the
move. It was ridiculous, but he still had to worry a little… even though it was
almost definitely Fukushima Masanori, Kato Kiyomasa
and the other Toyotomi retainers. Ieyasu
had probably encouraged them. It only made Mitsunari
despise the irritating little fat man even more.
Tapping his fan absently against his chin, he almost
jumped when Sakon strode in casually. He scowled at
the taller man. “You startled me.”
Sakon smiled, folding his arms across
his chest. “Sorry. I heard about the ‘Anti-Mitsunari
Coalition.’ You oughta be proud.”
Mitsunari clenched his
fists, his brow furrowing. “Why the blazes would I be
proud? This is the last thing I
need.”
“Mitsunari,” Sakon clapped a broad hand on Mitsunari’s
shoulder, “Relax, okay? I’ll protect you.”
Mitsunari’s cheeks
reddened a little, and he quickly turned his face away before Sakon could notice. “…I…I know you will. But still…we have
bigger things to worry about, not this… this collection of fools.”
“Hey, I couldn’t agree more. But the sooner we get rid
of them, the better…eh? No sense in giving them time to grow stronger,” Sakon pointed out.
Mitsunari sighed. “We’ll
deal with them after the next battle, then…”
“You got it. Speaking of the coming battle… I cooked
up a little something this morning,” Sakon said,
pulling a scroll out from his belt and handing it to the smaller man. “I know
you’re smart, Mitsunari, but there’s no harm in
combining strategies, right?”
Mitsunari scanned the
instructions quickly, trying to mask his awe. “…Indeed… this sounds like a wise
plan,” he folded it up and quirked an almost shy smile, “Thank you.”
Sakon winked. “Just doing my job,” he
said brightly, and ambled toward the door.
Mitsunari just watched
him, noting how glossy Sakon’s long ebony hair was in
the sunlight. He only just looked away in time before Sakon
smirked over his shoulder, scratching idly at the scar on his cheek. “Oh, and… see and get more sleep tonight, hmm? Wouldn’t do
any good to have you keel over, tomorrow…” and he lifted his hand in a casual
wave before walking out.
Mitsunari scowled again,
holding up his folded fan to hide a yawn even though Sakon
was gone.
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