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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: This chappie
will have a mild non-con moment, just so you know.

Sakon cursed under his breath, urging
his horse to go faster. On the way back from the previous battle, the damned
Anti-Mitsunari coalition had appeared out of nowhere,
and the Ishida forces had ended up scattered.

He had cut his way through the enemy and come across Kanetsugu, but he couldn�t find Mitsunari.
From what he�d heard from Kanetsugu, Maeda Keiji had arrived in support, and was aiding Yukimura in the South. That was at least one problem less
to worry about; Keiji was well-known for his fierce
strength.

But Sakon was growing more
apprehensive by the moment, as the search for his master yielded no results.

Cursing again, Sakon
continued on. No strategy would help them now- the only option was to regroup
and retreat� but not before he beat some sense into those idiotic Toyotomi stragglers.

---//---

Mitsunari gasped in mild
pain and irritation as his head was yanked back by the hair. He tried to glare
at Kiyomasa without success.

�You�ve had this coming, Mitsunari!�
Masanori spat, slamming the hilt of his sword into their captive�s abdomen,
causing him to almost double over. The younger man�s willpower was impressive,
he would give him that much. �Japan
will not suffer under your rule� I won�t allow it!� he drew his katana up and
poised it at Mitsunari�s exposed throat. �Now you�ll
die, like you deserve.�

�Wait, Masanori�� Kiyomasa
suddenly spoke up, his fist still immersed in Mitsunari�s
soft auburn locks. ��I was just thinking� before we kill him�� he craned his
neck to peer at the captive�s angry face, ��it would be a waste, I feel� to
just kill him and be done with it.�

Immediately picking up the older man�s implications, Mitsunari began to struggle violently.

Masanori wasn�t as quick to catch on. �What are you
babbling about? We need to get rid of him.�

�I know that,� Kiyomasa went
on, and offered a slightly twisted smirk, �What I�m saying is� he�s an arrogant
bastard, but he�s easy on the eyes.�

The light finally dawning on him, Masanori returned
the smirk, though it resembled more of a grimace. ��You�re right. No harm in
humiliating him first. I must admit, the idea appeals�� he lowered his sword,
leering at Mitsunari unpleasantly. �I�ll enjoy
putting you in your place.�

Mitsunari grunted as he
was thrown roughly to the ground, his hands quickly brought behind his back and
tied with someone�s belt.

�Should we gag that audacious mouth of his?� one of
the assisting troops asked.

�Don�t bother,� Masanori snorted, �I want to hear how
loud he can scream. Besides, there�s no one around to hear� our soldiers will
have wiped out the other petty officers by now.�

Tears of rage and shame stung at Mitsunari�s
eyes. He almost hoped his friends and comrades had been killed just so no one would ever see what was to happen to
him. He shuddered as a cold hand slipped under the folds of his clothes to run
greedily over his chest. For some reason or other, he thought of Sakon- how interesting the man was, how pleasantly
optimistic� it was a nice distraction.

Someone drew their sword in preparation to cut his
garb away, and he shut his eyes, willing himself to go numb.

---//---

Dragging his enormous sword across the body of another
opposing foot soldier, Sakon growled loudly. With the
sudden increase in troops, it was obvious they were protecting this area for a
reason. It only fuelled Sakon�s determination, and he
ran on through the masses, literally slicing a path through. Wiping a smear of
blood from his face, he took in his surroundings, and stopped dead in his
tracks.

Two men he recognised as Toyotomi
retainers sharply looked up from whatever they were huddled around. �Kill him!�
was shouted, and the nearby soldiers rushed forward.

Sakon furiously swung his sword
forward, sending the spearmen flying across the courtyard. He started towards
the enemy generals.

Masanori let out an angry cry and moved away from the
others to intercept Sakon- and that was when the
samurai spotted Mitsunari, bound and pressed down,
with Kiyomasa�s knee digging into his lower back to
keep him there.

Suddenly unaccountably enraged, Sakon
tore forward and thrust his sword right through Masanori, causing the petty
samurai to let out a horrific gurgling sound before he fell down in a bleeding
mess. Sakon didn�t hesitate before moving straight
onto Kiyomasa and slicing off his head before he
could even yell.

Making short work of the remaining troops, he ignored
those that fled. Their commanders were dead anyway- they weren�t stupid enough
to stay.

Ramming his blade into the ground, Sakon
hurried over to Mitsunari, crouching down by the
younger man. �My Lord��

Mitsunari didn�t seem at
all relieved to see Sakon- in fact,
he couldn�t even look at him. Sakon yanked off the
bindings around his master�s wrists, and gently lifted him up by the shoulders.
He then saw why Mitsunari was so embarrassed; his
clothes were hastily undone at the front, the expanse of pale skin on show
saying all Sakon needed to know.

Mitsunari finally looked
up, his face displaying a mixture of shame and gratitude. He parted his lips to
speak, but Sakon shook his head, still holding Mitsunari by the shoulders.

�You don�t need to thank me. I�m sorry I took so
long��

�I was careless,� Mitsunari
blurted, moving to support his own weight, �if not for you, I would be--�

�Ssh,� Sakon
cut in, �I promised I would protect you, remember? I�ll do a better job of it
next time.�

�I can�t thank you enough, Sakon.
I owe you my life.�

�Don�t be silly� it�s too valuable for that,� Sakon smiled reassuringly, and helped Mitsunari
to his feet.

---//---

Though they hadn�t spoken of the incident since
returning, Mitsunari felt that he and Sakon had a new understanding. It wasn�t obvious, of
course- they still exchanged the usual mock insults and criticised each other�
but every now and again, they would catch each other�s gaze and something would
pass. It was a warm feeling, Mitsunari found,
something that made him feel safe beyond words. He supposed that deep down he
knew Sakon would guard him with his life.

It was a strange way for things to turn out,
considering he had originally tempted Sakon with
promise of a high stipend. It didn�t seem to make sense that Sakon would do his job so passionately. Perhaps they had
become friends without him realising it.

Smiling softly to himself, Mitsunari
gazed out into the night from where he sat on the deck outside his room. He
wondered what Sakon was doing now.

---//---

Wandering into the bath-hall on quiet feet, Mitsunari looked around. He couldn�t help but smirk when he
saw Sakon soaking in the spacious tub already.

�Oh, Mitsunari� I see you
just can�t keep away,� came the predictable
good-natured taunt.

�You know,� the auburn-haired man said, toeing off his
sandals, �anyone else who spoke to me like that would be horse-whipped.�

Sakon smiled broadly, leaning back
against the side with his arms spread out. �Good thing we have an understanding
then, isn�t it?�

Mitsunari blinked,
wondering how deep he ought to take the statement. �I suppose so,� he answered
nonchalantly, and turned away before unfastening his dark red yukata.

The older samurai snorted. �Typical
response. You�re so cold, my Lord.� There was a pause. �And why are you
turning away? We�re both men here.�

Mitsunari reddened,
glaring at Sakon over his shoulder as the yukata was dropped to the floor. ��There�s nothing wrong
with being modest,� he muttered, slinking into the bath in the most ridiculous
fashion Sakon had ever witnessed. As it was, he got
nothing more than an eyeful of back and arms. Never mind modest; that was
downright self-conscious.

He ran a hand through his damp hair, squinting to
regard Mitsunari through the thin veil of steam.
��I�m sure you have nothing to be ashamed of��

Mitsunari looked up from
immersing his head in the water, reddish strands dripping down his face.
�What�s that supposed to mean?�

�It�s just that you�re acting as if there�s something
to hide. All I�m saying is that� I doubt that�s the case,� Sakon
tried to explain, unsure why Mitsunari looked so
cross.

The slender man absently washed at his arms, saying
nothing.

Sakon almost grinned. He understood
quite well what Yukimura had meant when he�d said Mitsunari was apparently capable of being �difficult.��

He also understood that he really enjoyed watching the
man sulk- for reasons he didn�t fathom, other than that it was mildly amusing.
It did, however, seem to annoy Mitsunari
even more.

�Why are you staring at me? It�s as if you�ve never been
in the bath with another man before,� he snapped.

�Heh,� Sakon
chuckled, �that�s rich coming from you, Mitsunari.
You were the one who acted like you were in the presence of a woman.�

If possible, that comment made Mitsunari
even angrier. �Oh, be quiet! Women, women, women- is
that all you care about?� he waved a hand, causing a loud splash.

Sakon calmly raised an eyebrow. Now
things were starting to get interesting. He�d hit a nerve somehow, it seemed.
�Well, Mitsunari, I take it you have no interest in women?�

Mitsunari froze.

Aha, Sakon
thought. Cornered him.

The stubborn man on the other side of the tub simply
exhaled in disgust, turned his face away and went back
to scrubbing uselessly at his arms. His face was still faintly red, though, and
his eyes were glittering with anger.

Instead of feeling smug, Sakon
was suddenly overcome with guilt. He was beginning to see why Ishida Mitsunari barely opened up to anyone.
��I�m sorry. I didn�t mean to insult--�

�It�s fine. Just be quiet.�

�But really, Mitsunari�don�t
be mad�� Sakon offered his most dazzling smile.

Mitsunari just wrinkled
his nose. �I said it�s fine.�

Not for the first time, Sakon
couldn�t help but notice how pretty his master was. He was still doing an
excellent job of hiding himself, but there was enough of his chest and
shoulders visible to let Sakon know how milky and
smooth his skin was. He found himself staring again, his gaze riveted to Mitsunari�s upper torso. The way the man�s slim hands
worked up and down the wet flesh of his arms stirred something in Sakon, and he hastily looked away.

It was Mitsunari�s turn to
look curious. �What? What did I say?�

�Nothing at all,� Sakon
replied, tilting his head back and gazing at the ceiling. It wasn�t comfortable
by any means, but at least the view didn�t present any temptation.

---//---

�Sakon, I need to speak with
you,� Mitsunari announced later that evening, tapping
his fan into his free hand in a familiar way that could usually be recognised
as agitation.

�Be my guest�� Sakon said
amiably, standing aside to let Mitsunari into his
quarters. He watched the young man walk over to the window and gaze out
thoughtfully. �So what�s the matter?� He half-expected it to involve the bath
encounter.

Mitsunari half-smiled, glancing at his older comrade. �Sakon, you play the shamisen,
don�t you?�

Sakon�s eyes widened.
It certainly hadn�t been what he�d expected. ��Uh. Yes, I can do��

�Good�� Mitsunari stepped
closer, a slightly pleading look on his face. �Will you teach me?�

�What brought that about, all of a sudden? I mean�
don�t you have more important things to do�?� Sakon
asked, scratching the back of his head.

Something that looked suspiciously like a pout formed
on Mitsunari�s lips. �It was suggested to me by Kanetsugu, actually�
he said I should find something to de-stress with.�

�Hmmm�.� Sakon rubbed his
chin, gazing down at Mitsunari. �It�s true that you
sometimes overwork yourself� alright, I�d be honoured to teach you.�

Mitsunari�s face
brightened again- though only slightly. �Thank you. Is now alright�? It�s not
too late, is it?�

�No, no, now is just fine. But it�s warm in here.
Let�s sit outside,� the Yamato samurai suggested, sliding open the screen doors
and stepping out onto the deck. Mitsunari picked up
the instrument leaning against the wall and joined him.

�Now then,� Sakon took a
deep breath of the fresh air in satisfaction, �I think it�s best if you sit
here, and I�ll sit behind you to guide your hands. How does that sound?�

�You�d know better than I,� Mitsunari
admitted, doing as he was told. He sat on the deck with his legs over the side,
and positioned the shamisen on his lap. �I don�t
understand how an instrument with only three strings can require any skill.�

�It�s just like you to say something like that,� Sakon said, humour in his voice. He settled down behind the
younger man, reaching over his shoulder to adjust his smaller hand on the
strings.

After a moment of manoeuvring and explaining, Sakon suddenly commented, �You smell nice.�

Mitsunari paused
mid-pluck. ��What?�

�Mm. Nothing,� Sakon
said dismissively. �Keep going, that was fine.�

Mitsunari shook his head
in disbelief, and went on playing experimentally. There was another period of
silence, save the music. He found it was relaxing, just as Kanetsugu
had said. He was beginning to lull himself into a pleasant state when he felt Sakon brush the hair away from his neck, his rough fingers
accidentally caressing his ear and making him shiver. He almost dropped the
instrument, but quickly composed himself.

Sakon smirked behind him. �It helps if
you can see what you�re doing,� he said as way of explaining.

�Of course�� Mitsunari said
under his breath, and went on playing.

---//---

It was well into the night when Mitsunari
decided to retire. He and Sakon had taken turns in
playing different melodies for a while, joking and conversing in considerable
good humour. It had been a pleasant change from slaving over documents all
evening.

Sakon shut the sliding doors that led
outside, and turned to Mitsunari with a smile. �You
must be tired. You were up early, this morning.�

�I�m used to it,� Mitsunari
said dryly, returning the smile hesitantly.

Sakon frowned a little. �Something wrong?�

Mitsunari shifted from
one foot to another. ��N-no, I��

�Are you sure? Mitsunari,
you�re fidgeting,� Sakon pointed out, looking
concerned.

Mitsunari inhaled
shakily, then stepped forward. He looked up, quickly
closed his eyes, then leaned in to press a soft and
tentative kiss against the older man�s lips.

Sakon made a stifled noise of shock,
but didn�t move. Before he could respond, Mitsunari
had quickly pulled back with a look of complete disappointment on his beautiful
face.

�I�m so sorry� I don�t know what I was thinking,� said
the smaller man in a defeated voice, and hastily made his exit.
Sakon�s voice failed
him, and he stared uselessly at the door as it slid shut after Mitsunari.

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