Complications

I’m back from the dead!!!!! MWHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!

Kanetsugu- when did you die?

………………….. Shut up.

To my reviewers!!!!!

Xing Xing.

Mitsunari- thank you for the comments! I wonder as well.

And the famous reviewer of my insanity,

TripleMGurl.

Kanetsugu- A good guesser. We’ll see.

((Long silence)) Am I the only one that writes smut on these guys?

Kanetsugu- I believe so.

((Another long silence.))

Oooooookkkkaaaaayyyy.

Kanetsugu- she still doesn’t own us! Don’t ask.


Chapter 2

Hopelessly devoted.


Mitsunari had to wait until the following morning to confront Sakon. It had been too late at night when he had finally found solace with Kanetsugu. He was sure that Sakon would not appreciate being woke up in the middle of the night just to have a romp around the roses with him.

No matter. He’d see him today in the drawing room. They had arranged to take tea in there today. There would be no one to disturb them. Kanetsugu was supposed to join them later, so he’d just have to confess before then.

As he stood outside the drawing room, shaking like a leaf in the wind, he ran through a bunch of possible scenarios. Like Sakon hating him. That would be a mental as well as emotional breakdown for Mitsunari. The other scenarios were not as pleasant as simple hating. One involved very painful stabby death from Sakon’s massive weapon. Eep.

He knew Sakon was waiting on the other side of this door for him. It unnerved him, to no ends.

‘Just get on with it Ishida!!!!!’ he screamed at himself.

With a shaky breath, he slid the door opened and was welcomed by Sakon’s smiling face.

“Hello, my lord. You are late.”

The formality made Mitsunari scowl and sit down near him.

“How many times do I have to tell you Sakon, to not call me Lord?”

“You are my lord, though. You rule Japan. You are everyone’s lord.”

Mitsunari wanted to glare at him, but did not have the courage to look him in the eye. So he just glared at the poor defenseless tea cup in front of him.

“Sakon….” He growled a warning.

“Yes?” Sakon asked innocently, which just made Mitsunari even angrier.

“Cut. It. Out.” He said trying to avoid eye contact. “You are my friend. I don’t want you to call me lord anymore! Kanetsugu doesn’t do that.”

Mitsunari could not read Sakon’s face, because he wasn’t looking at it.

After a long, extremely awkward silence, Sakon lifted the tea pot up.

“Tea?”

“Please.”
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Kanetsugu stared blankly at the paper in front of him. His mind kept wandering to the previous night. After Mitsunari had left, Kejji had come after him.

“There you are! Now come get a HUG!!!”

“Eeep!”

Kanetsugu had tried to run, but the larger man, easily reached out and grabbed Kanetsugu’s arm. The jerk backwards was so violent, that it had knocked the helmet off Kanetsugu’s head. Kejji twisted him around, until Kanetsugu faced him, and then captured him in a hug. Kanetsugu yelped at the sudden contact and struggled a bit in the hold.

His energy soon drained and Kejji’s hold on him did not loosen. So he gave up and slumped against Kejji’s chest.

He heard Kejji laugh. “That’ a boy. Just relax.”

To Kanetsugu’s immense surprise, Kejji was actually very gentle with his embrace. The taller man’s arms wrapped around him and supported him. He could feel Kejji’s muscles beneath his shirt and could hear Kejji’s beating heart. It was actually, quite comforting. Kejji was warm and outside was cold. He unknowingly snuggled closer to that warmth.
One of Kejji’s hands had moved up to touch Kanetsugu’s hair.

“See? I knew you needed a hug.”

Kanetsugu looked up at him and gave him a soft smile. “Yes, I suppose I did.”

Kejji made a weird face that looked an awful lot like embarrassment. His hand moved to cup Kanetsugu’s chin and force it up a little more. It had happened so fast, that Kanetsugu wasn’t even sure it had happened at all. He felt the briefest touch of lips on his before it was gone and Kejji mad moved out of the embrace, faster than a man his size should be able to move.

Kejji had his back turned toward Kanetsugu now and he chuckled nervously.
“I’ll-uh…. See you later Kanetsugu!” Then he ran away. Again, leaving Kanetsugu to ponder how a man his size could move so quickly.

Now as he sat in his room, attempting to study an old battle strategy, his thoughts of last night would not let him be. He touched his lips softly and blushed a little. Had Kejji actually done that?

His embrace with Kejji had been so different than ones he’d had with Mitsunari. When he hugged Mitsunari, he felt like he was comforting a little brother. Kejji was so different though. Kanetsugu felt something else when he hugged him. A spark had gone off deep within him when he felt Kejji’s arms wrap around him.

Could he…..

Kanetsugu shook his head quickly. It couldn’t be. He was the right hand man to the ruler of Japan. There was no room for a relationship in his heart. He finally had peace and friends. He was happy. Why jeopardize that happiness with love? Love was a happiness that he didn’t want. It could destroy you in an instant.

Kanetsugu shook his head again to clear himself of those thoughts. He remembered that he was supposed to meet Sakon and Mitsunari for tea in a little while. He wrapped up the old plans and tidied up before heading off to the drawing room.
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They sat in uneasy silence for a while. Mitsunari sighed. Kanetsugu would be showing up, very soon to join them and he hadn’t said a thing about it yet.

“Sakon…. I don’t like it when you call me lord.”

“So I can tell.”

Mitsunari cringed at his tone. “Were friends right?”

“Yea…..”

“Then treat me like one when we are alone like this.” He blushed a bit as he spoke the words. Something he would also deny if ever brought up.

Sakon poured himself another cup of tea. “I don’t see why you hate it so much, but if that’s what you want, then fine.”

Mitsunari grabbed his wrist. “Please Sakon. You are my best friend. You and-..”

“Kanetsugu?” Sakon finished for him. The stood up, ripping his wrist from Mitsunari’s fingers. “You seem to have this almost god-like image with him, don’t you?”

Mitsunari opened his mouth to reply, but nothing came out. He quickly shut his mouth again. Sakon wasn’t looking too happy right now. “W-what do you mean?”

“You’ve placed him up on a pedestal, Mitsunari. I’m nothing like him.”

“What are you talking about Sakon?!”

“I’m saying that you’re trying to make me, behave like him and it’s irritating! I’m not like Kanetsugu and I never will be! He always comes up in our conversations! You’re always saying things like, “well, Kanetsugu wouldn’t do that”. Well guess what, Mitsunari….”

He leaned in extremely close. Mitsunari could feel Sakon’s breath on his face.

“What?” Mitsunari relied. As soon as he did, a large grin spread across Sakon’s face. He had waited for Mitsunari to say, ‘what’.

“I’m NOT Kanetsugu, my Lord.”

Then he got up, rather violently, and headed for the door. At that moment, Kanetsugu had stepped in. Sakon growled and shoved the confused man out of his way. Then took off down the hall. Kanetsugu picked himself up off the floor and went over to Mitsunari immediately.

“What was that all about?! What happened?! Did you tell him?!”

“No….” Mitsunari seemed a bit dazed. “I didn’t get the chance..”

“What happened?”

Instead of responding, Mitsunari hugged him tightly. Kanetsugu, still confused, hugged back. Mitsunari cried that day, though if asked about it later, would deny it.

End of chapter 2

Mitsunari-………………………………

Kanetsugu-……………………………..

………What? Sakon has every right to be mad.

Mitsunari-……..I hate you.

No, you don’t! *smiles*

Kanetsugu- So…..I’m in love with Kejji, now?

I’m not answering that. I will say, however, that Kejji’s eyebrows scare me.

Kanetsugu- Hun?

Ah! Never mind.

Mitsunari- please review!