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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: XD;; �Yeah,
I know what you�re thinking� �It�s about bloody time!!�
right? Sorry sorry sorry.
><;; It�s the job, I tell you� and the broken
hand� but no more excuses! Playing Warriors Orochi
inspired me to get a move on (not that there are many SakoMitsu
moments in that, but quite a lot of Cao Pi and Mitsu� now there
would be an interesting pairing) but seriously, you guys should verbally bitch-slap
me more, to get me to write updates faster. XD Anyway� �least
I did actually update, right? Told you I would. ^^ Also, sorry if it seems like
another wee short one, but I didn�t want to make you wait any longer.

This chappie has a little angst, and quite a lot of KaneMitsu. Enjoy~

In contrast to the insufferable heat of the previous day, the morning was
blessed with heavy rain.

Mitsunari found he was particularly fond of the sound
the water made, pattering off the roofs and the ground outside- especially when
he was comfortably draped across Sakon�s warm lap,
indoors.

�You�re almost affectionate, today,� Sakon said
amusedly, stroking his lover�s soft hair which was spread across his thighs.

The younger man�s mouth quirked up at the corners.
��Shut up. Don�t ruin it.�

Sakon laughed, at that. �Consider me warned.�

They had risen less early than usual today, as most of
the important work had been carried out last night, affording the commander and
his loyal samurai more time to relax.

In truth, Sakon had expected Mitsunari to be irate from
boredom, as he had witnessed the prickly young man when restless before- he
remembered all too well just how painful a headache he had acquired from Mitsunari�s snarling and constant complaining. It was hard
to believe that the same man was lying passively across his lap, languishing in
the attention that he -and his hair- were receiving.

�What are you smirking at?� Mitsunari drawled,
sounding as if merely speaking was too much effort for him in his current lazy
state.

�Nothing,� Sakon said offhandedly, not bothering to
hide his smile. Mitsu was just too cute, sometimes.

�I�d better go and see Kanetsugu at some point,
today,� Mitsunari said after another long pause, stretching slightly and
drawing Sakon�s gaze to his taut, partly exposed
stomach as he did so, �He�s bound to be wondering where I�ve been, the past
couple of days. And he is my friend,
I don�t want him to feel neglected, or anything��

Nodding, Sakon said, �Yukimura
was asking how you were, too.�

Mitsunari looked up at his lover, blinking. �Yukimura, too? If he�s asking you how I am, he must know there�s
something going on between us� what do you think?�

Sakon shrugged breezily, brushing saffron-coloured
strands from Mitsunari�s forehead with rough fingers.
�I haven�t been too obvious, if that�s what you mean.�

Mitsunari scoffed. �Oh, really?�

Sakon smirked again. �Well, aside from the time I
climbed onto the roof and shouted to everyone that I�d kill anyone who touched
you� no, I�m really not obvious.�

Mitsunari rolled his eyes, slowly sitting up. He
stretched his arms above his head and looked at Sakon, then stopped moving.
��You aren�t serious, are you?�

��I admit I had been drinking quite a lot of sake,
that night.�

Mitsunari stared at the man in horror.

�Oh relax, Mitsu, I�m
kidding,� Sakon chuckled, ruffling his partner�s hair and standing up. �I have
some things I need to do today, myself,� he glanced out the window, then looked back at the man still sprawled on the floor who
was scowling and smoothing down his hair. �Can I expect to see you at my rooms
in the evening?�

Mitsunari rose gracefully to his feet, straightening
his dark red yukata. �I should be finished by then, yes.�

Before the smaller man could leave, Sakon swooped
forward and wrapped his arms around Mitsunari�s waist
from behind, his nose pressing into his hair and breathing deeply.

The Western commander was still for a moment, not sure
what to say. �Are you alright�?�

�Never been better,� came the immediate, slightly
muffled, reply.

Relieved, Mitsunari smiled. �Just
getting possessive, then.�

�That�s presumptuous of you,� Sakon grinned, lifting
his face from Mitsunari�s hair. �But you�re not
wrong, really. Must be my old age,� he joked.

Mitsunari snorted, gently pulling away. He turned and
leaned up for the usual farewell kiss, before they separated for the day.

---//---

Naoe Kanetsugu sighed, closing the
book he was reading, or at least, attempting to read. His mind had been
wandering a lot lately, and it was making him increasingly uneasy.

Mitsunari was getting worryingly close to Shima Sakon.

Kanetsugu leaned on the desk heavily, digging the
heels of his palms into his eyes and sighing. He liked and respected Sakon; he
was a great ally and a likeable man. But something in him twisted every time he
saw the older man with Mitsunari. Their commander seemed more at ease, more
cheerful, around Sakon. That in itself was no bad thing, as Mitsunari was prone
to stress what with his demanding position� but that was something Kanetsugu
wanted to be able to help with- not Sakon.

In short, he was jealous. He and Mitsunari were close,
and had been almost immediately since they had started working together.
Kanetsugu adored his friend and leader, wanted to be by his side until the
bitter end. The man�s effortless fox-like beauty and laid-back mannerisms were
all appealing to him, and he cursed himself for not having the courage to speak
to Mitsunari of such feelings. Now it seemed like it was too late.
It was, however, too soon to say for sure whether
Mitsunari and Sakon were actually lovers. No one had seen them touching, for
example, other than comradely gestures such as a pat on the shoulder. Kanetsugu
was no fool, though- he had seen the way they looked at each other, and after
all, both men were too intelligent to openly flaunt any relationship they may
have.

Disheartened, and pitiably lovesick, Kanetsugu
suddenly felt compelled to write some kind of depressing poetry. Fortunately, a
knock on the door saved him from having to do so.

�Please come in,� he called, half-turning in his
chair.

His stomach tightened anxiously when Mitsunari quietly
slipped into the room, a companionable smile on his face.

�Good afternoon, Kanetsugu� am I interrupting
anything?� Mitsunari asked, coming over to stand near the desk.

Kanetsugu shook his head quickly. �My friend, you know
I am never too busy for you. Besides, I was merely reading.� He admired the way
the low light from outside�s dreary day highlighted the reddish hues in Mitsunari�s silky hair.

The commander of the Western army tilted his head,
still smiling a rather feline smile. �You�re more kind to me than I deserve. I
should be spending more time with you, I feel.�

Kanetsugu felt his cheeks warm up, and looked away. �I
understand how busy my Lord must be, don�t worry about me��

�Nonsense. I�m making
time for you today. What shall we do? Seeing as it�s too wet to go out, we
could perhaps talk over a game or two of shogi.�

Kanetsugu made eye contact with Mitsunari once again.
�I would like nothing more.�

---//---

The two young men were on their third game when the
conversation got more personal.

Mitsunari was tapping a finger on the table, thinking
carefully about his next move, when he noticed Kanetsugu was gazing at him
steadily.

He wasn�t particularly taken aback. He was quite used
to being stared at by his friend, and didn�t mind as such. This time, however,
Kanetsugu was wearing an odd expression that was both earnest and fearful.

�What�s the matter, Kanetsugu? You look a little
unwell,� Mitsunari frowned, leaning slightly closer across the table.

Kenshin�s prot�g�
blinked rapidly, his full lips forming a tight line, as if trying to stop
himself from saying something.

Mitsunari�s sharp gaze
narrowed. �You�re worrying me. If you want to say something, you should say it�
I�d like to think you can tell me what�s on your mind.�

Kanetsugu sighed in defeat, seeming to fold in on
himself. He attempted to hide behind the shorter segments of hair that framed
his face at the front. �I like to think so too, Mitsunari� but I don�t want to
disturb you and ruin our cherished friendship.�

Mitsunari sat back into his previous position. He had
a feeling he knew what was coming, and wasn�t unnerved so much as apprehensive-
he wasn�t sure he�d have the right words for his friend.

Seeing Mitsunari was gazing at him expectantly, Kanetsugu
swallowed. �Mitsunari, you�re very dear to me. We�ve been fighting together for
some time, now, and I won�t lie� my feelings for you have steadily grown over
that time,� he dipped his head even lower, unable to look at the other male. �I
find myself wanting to be more than friends with you, and hate the fact that I
couldn�t find the nerve to say so until now� and now that I have, all I can add
is that I�m truly, truly sorry to announce this, and quite probably jeopardise
our relationship. I�m sorry.�

Mitsunari regarded his miserable friend with pity and
no small amount of affection. Kanetsugu was just the type to spill his heart so
readily, with apologies that weren�t even due. The rusty-haired man leaned
across the table again, and reached for his friend�s tightly clenched hand.

�Kanetsugu, look at me,� he waited until the other man
did so, before squeezing the hand reassuringly. �I am baffled as to why you�d
think this would ruin our relationship� it�s surely not as frail as that?�

Kanetsugu hastily shook his head. �No,
of course not!�

Mitsunari nodded. �Then do you have such little faith
in me, that you�d think I�d repel you for this?�

�No,� Kanetsugu whispered,
his dark and soulful eyes widening. �I simply don�t want to make you feel
uncomfortable, and I fear that I have.�

�You haven�t,� Mitsunari assured, trying to be prudent
with his words. While he desperately wanted to comfort Kanetsugu, he
also didn�t want to give him the wrong idea- after all,
he was now absorbed in an intimate and compelling relationship with Sakon, and
was quite sure his feelings for the older samurai were becoming quite serious.
And yet, here sat his friend, practically offering his heart and soul to
Mitsunari in complete trust, with his innocent face and endearing personality.
It was a distasteful situation to be in, he grimly acknowledged.

�Mitsunari�� Kanetsugu began tentatively, seeming to
understand his friend�s silence, �Are you thinking of� of Sakon?� he asked with
obvious difficulty.

Mitsunari cast his gaze downward. ��I don�t know what
to say to you.�

Cringing slightly, Kanetsugu also looked down. �It�s
true, isn�t it� that the two of you are��

Mitsunari continued to sit motionless in numb silence.

With a weary sigh, Kanetsugu gazed sadly at Mitsunari.
�I understand. He must be a great man to make you so content, Mitsunari.
Everyone has seen how your spirits are higher as of late� I could only hope to
have such an effect on you. I am truly glad you are happy.�

�You don�t look glad,� Mitsunari said quietly, peering
out from beneath reddish strands of hair.

�Forgive me, I should be able to hide my emotions
better, then I would not make you feel ba--�

�Stop that!!� Mitsunari yelled suddenly, slamming a
fist down onto the table, causing shogi pieces to
bounce off the board. �You talk so selflessly, and I can�t stand it! Stop
worrying about me, and take better care of yourself.
You deserve better than this!�

Stunned, Kanetsugu stared up at the now-standing
Mitsunari. He parted his full lips to speak, but Mitsunari abruptly held up a
hand.

�Don�t you dare apologise again, Kanetsugu� I�m
warning you��

The dark-haired man nodded swiftly, biting his lower
lip.

Softening, Mitsunari sat back down, running slender
fingers into his hair. �I�m the one who should be sorry� I�m not dealing with
this properly at all. The last thing I should be doing is yelling at you.�

�It�s alright, Mitsunari. I put you in an awkward
position, and what you say is probably true� I should perhaps be easier on
myself. But I cannot help wanting to� to please you,� the way his pale cheeks
reddened and he lowered his gaze again suggested that he meant the statement in
many ways.

Mitsunari found himself blushing slightly at the
thought. He cleared his throat. ��At least know that our friendship won�t ever
be damaged by conversations such as this. I value the fact that you can be open
with me about anything, my friend.�

Looking relieved, but still painfully heartbroken,
Kanetsugu nodded. After that, they lapsed into grim silence that lasted late
into the evening.

---//---

�Now, here was me thinking I�d been forgotten about,�
Sakon smirked when Mitsunari finally arrived at his rooms that night. He was
sitting on the floor with a cup of sake in one hand, and a book in the other.

The auburn-haired man said nothing, falling swiftly to
his knees before Sakon and collapsing onto the older man in a tight embrace.

Not sure what had caused Mitsunari to need the contact
so urgently, Sakon put his book and sake aside, and carefully wrapped his arms
around his slender lover, nuzzling his soft throat. �What�s the matter,
beautiful?�

Mitsunari inhaled shakily, then
sighed it out again, stirring the dark hair his face was pressed against.
��Nothing.�

�You�ll have to try harder than that,� Sakon said sternly, forcing Mitsunari back so he could look
him in the eye. His lover looked tired, but other than that, it was hard to
read what was wrong. He had discovered very quickly that Mitsunari was a master
of the poker-face.

�I don�t want to talk about it, yet,� Mitsunari whined
softly, his normally cold eyes pleading.

Relenting, Sakon nodded. �Alright, but don�t think I
didn�t notice that �yet�� we�ll talk about it later.�

�Later is fine� I can deal with later,� Mitsunari
mumbled, tilting his head back and staring at the ceiling.

Sakon took the opportunity to lean in and kiss a path
along the smooth column of Mitsunari�s throat, which
he was particularly fond of. �You know, this might sound insensitive�� he
muttered against the warm skin, �But you�re especially attractive when you�re vulnerable.�

Mitsunari couldn�t help but smile. �Trust you.�

�I just say it like it is,� Sakon replied simply,
sliding both hands down to stroke his lover�s waist. �Need help taking your
mind off things..?�

Feeling the now-familiar quickening of his heart that
came with pre-intimacy, Mitsunari barely nodded before Sakon crushed their lips
together hungrily, swiping his tongue along Mitsunari�s
parted lips before plunging in to taste the man he was fast becoming addicted
to.

The smaller man soon found himself on his back, his
yukata removed with expert speed, and then his eagerly waiting body was being
covered in heated kisses that made him shiver. His hands found their way into Sakon�s lengthy dark hair while his long legs slid around
the broader waist of his lover invitingly.

Taking the invitation readily, Sakon wasted no time in
making sure his Mitsunari was slick and accommodating, before sinking into him
over and over until the keening man had all but forgotten what had got him so
upset in the first place.

In the afterglow, however, Mitsunari found himself
lost in thought once more, inwardly lamenting the mishandled affections of his
dear friend Kanetsugu, and how he could possibly make it right.
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