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What He’d Never Lose (Nobunaga Oda x Reader)

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku

Pairing: Nobunaga Oda x Reader

Prompt: Jealous Ikesen Nobunaga, fluff and smut, making up after a fight

Warning: Smut and Fluff

Intended Audience: Female Audience

Word Count: 4,132

Requested by: Anonymous @ikemen-discord-writers

Written by: @lordsister

Disclaimer: I do not own Ikemen Sengoku or any of its characters. I do however, own the plot of this fanfic. Please do not reblog or repost this on any other website.

He had balls, Nobunaga would give him that, even if he was a fool for thinking he ever had a chance of wooing the Devil King’s queen.

Taking another swig from the sake in his hand, Nobunaga glared as the river of honeyed words continued, drawing polite chuckles from the girl seated at his right. It was a wonder Lord Kunieda hadn’t noticed the warlord’s red gaze yet, intense and burning as it was and for so long.

“My lord,” Hideyoshi murmured next to him, a question in his low, angry tone. It was clear he wanted to tear the visiting lord’s head from his neck just as much as Nobunaga did.

Holding up a hand in answer, Nobunaga didn’t bother looking at his vassal, keeping his gaze set firmly on this idiot who had the audacity to romance a woman while she sat at her lover’s side. There was going to be hell to pay for this, he would make sure of that.

From the moment the Lord Kunieda had arrived, his unworthy eyes hadn’t left (y/n), every few minutes bearing witness to a new attempt to butter her up with sweet words and compliments, the man even going so far as to lay a pile of luxurious gifts from his province at her feet in a very obvious attempt to win her affections.

He hadn’t gone any farther than words and his gaze had remained respectfully on your face, but Nobunaga still didn’t like it, especially since you didn’t seem to express even the slightest discomfort in response to the lord’s advances. If anything, Lord Kunieda’s friendly disposition made matters worse. It would have been easy to cast him out in shame if he had been lecherous or untoward in any way, but he was neither of those things, blinding you to the desire Nobunaga could see lurking just beneath the surface.

When his gaze lingered on you just a moment too long or he moved just a little too close to you to be considered simply friendly, Nobunaga saw it, the same interest he felt towards you reflected in the other man’s eyes, the impulse to take you away and intimately learn all there was to know about your strange, wonderful self, so different than any other woman of the Sengoku.

But your were his treasure, your love his and his alone, and Nobunaga would be damned if he ever let another man take you away from him.

He continued to watch, calculating his next course of action, as you continued to talk with the visiting lord, enthralling him without even knowing it. It seemed as if you and he hadn’t stopped talking for a moment since he arrived, your conversation continuing well into the evening as the Oda warlords and Lord Kunieda’s traveling party feasted on an elaborate banquet.

He watched with narrowed eyes as Lord Kunieda poured your sake for you, a sign of utmost respect, and you thanked him, bringing the red cup to the lips he’d kissed so many times. It was a simple gesture, curious as Kunieda had yet to pour for his host and superior, but nothing to be as overly upset about as Nobunaga was now, the flames of his anger effectively fanned.

This lord wasn’t here to make an alliance if the minimal amount of words he had spoken to the Oda warlord was anything to go by. If anything he was here to make a marriage alliance. To say that Nobunaga was jealous would be an understatement. His blood was boiling with rage and the desire to take you away to his rooms and mark you again and again and again as his own.

Nobunaga had never been the kind to hide his displeasure and now was no exception. Enough was enough.

“Lord Kunieda,” he began, wrapping an arm around your waist as he did and drawing you so close you were practically sitting in his lap. In his peripheral vision he saw you look up at him questioningly, but ignored it in favor of holding Lord Kunieda’s gaze which had snapped up to meet his for the first time since he arrived. Nobunaga took an odd pleasure in the way the man froze under his gaze, mouth pressed into a firm line as he struggled to school his features.

“Y-Yes, my lord?” Kunieda replied, shuffling in place uncomfortably.

‘Yes, squirm, fool.’ Smirking savagely, he continued, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were here to steal my princess away from me.” A hush fell over the banquet hall and he felt you freeze against him, shooting him a warning look, but he ignored it. “You must have an abundance of confidence in yourself and your province to make such advances in the very presence of your host.”

Lord Kunieda’s jaw dropped, his mouth opening and closing ridiculously before he choked out, “M-My most sincere apologies, my lord! It-It was never my intention to come off as rude!”

“Oh?” Lifting a brow, he watched pitilessly as the man sunk into a bow, his shoulders shaking slightly. “Then what were your intentions?” All pretense of humor was gone from his voice, replaced with cold hostility.

The hall was silent, the room holding its breath. Lord Kunieda finally spoke, his voice shaking as he answered, “I only wished to learn more about the Oda Princess of Azuchi everyone’s speaking of. I’m terribly sorry for letting my own curiosity get the best of me. It was never my intention to make advances or insult my host. Please, don’t let my thoughtless actions reflect on the success of our alliance.”

All eyes turned from Kunieda to Nobunaga who lounged against his armrest, you still tucked safely against his side. “I’m afraid I’m not in the most gracious mood tonight. I’m sure you can understand why.”

Kunieda said nothing, but Nobunaga saw his throat bob.

“I-” he began, but stopped. He would have gladly sent the prostrating lord back to his province empty-handed with his tail between his legs that very second, but his eyes suddenly shifted down to yours and what he saw there gaze him pause, the smug expression on his face falling. Your gaze was pleading, desperately asking him not to do what you knew he was about to do, and while a part of him grew angrier over the fact that you would defend someone who was obviously interested in taking you away, the larger, better part of him knew you were right. He couldn’t blame a man for feeling as he did for someone as amazing as you, but oh how he wanted to tear him apart anyway. “The night grows old,” he finally said, looking back to his audience. “I’ll make my decision to continue as planned or not in the morning.”

A collective sigh or relief went through the visiting party, Lord Kunieda thanking him even as he remained in his bent position, forehead pressed to the tatami mats. A few grumbles went through the Oda forces, but they complied with their lord’s decision anyway, rising to their feet to retire to their individual manors for the night.

Bringing you up with him as he stood, Nobunaga said, “I need to speak with you in the tenshu. Now.” He didn’t wait for your answer before taking your wrist in a gentle albeit firm hold and leading you out of the room, ignoring your questions and complaints as he pulled you up the stairs and through the sliding doors.

“Nobunaga, what was all that about? What were you talking about when you said he was trying to steal me away?” you demanded when he released you, your tone angry and confused as he turned his back on you to close the doors.

He didn’t answer your questions, instead stating, “I’m going to send Lord Kunieda away empty-handed tomorrow morning.”

“What?! Why?!”

His glare met yours, his form towering over you as he took a step closer. “I have no interest in making alliances with men who don’t know not to touch what’s not theirs.”

“He wasn’t trying to make advances on me, Nobunaga!”

“Yes, he was. And you weren’t doing anything to deny him.”

“He wasn’t doing anything wrong!”

Nobunaga scoffed, taking another step closer so that he had you cornered between himself and the wall. “He’s supposedly here to make an alliance, but he hasn’t spoken more than ten words to me. He seems to have plenty to say to you, however. He’s kept your attention from me all evening and you seemed to be enjoying it well enough.”

“I was not!”

“Don’t lie. I saw you smiling at him.”

You pushed hard against his chest, trying to put some space between the two of you, but he didn’t budge. “I was being polite, Nobunaga! If you have this lord’s support, that’s one less province you have to take by force! Why are you being so jealous?”

Taking your chin a little more harshly than he intended, Nobunaga forced you to look up at him, to meet the fire in his red eyes. “He thought he could get close to what’s mine, (y/n). I could see it in the way he spoke to you, the way he looked at you. Are you really so naive and foolish that you cannot tell when another man wants to spread your legs?”

That was too far, and he knew it the second after it passed his lips. The next thing he knew there was a slight stinging sensation in his hand as you smacked him away, your expression hurt and angry as he watched tears bead in the corners of your eyes.

“I can’t believe you,” you choked, stepping away from him before he could reach out to catch you. “I can’t-” Turning on your heel, you bounded out of the room, the sliding door smacking against the doorframe as you pushed it aside in your rush to get away from him.

Nobunaga shouted your name, taking a few steps after you, but you were already long gone, your pounding footsteps growing faint as you disappeared down the corridor. His outstretched hand fell to his side as the warlord bit his lip, head hanging in shame.

His own cruelty astounded him. How could he have said something like that to you, the person he loved so, so much; the only woman he would ever love?

As much as he wanted to chase you down right that instant and hold you close, erasing all the bad as he begged for your forgiveness, he knew that would only hurt you more. You needed time to yourself until you were ready to accept him crawling back into your good graces.

For now, the Oda warlord gently closed the door to his room and sat down on the futon, preparing to wait through the long, sleepless night ahead while the pain he had inflicted on you burned bright in his mind and tears pricked at his eyes.

He was the real fool in all of this.

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It took a week for him to crack, his patience wearing thin as desperation began to set in.

Nobunaga hadn’t slept since his fight with you and what rest he did get was fitful and shallow. The morning after his blunder, with Lord Kunieda and his party anxiously awaiting their fate, he had decided to allow the alliance to proceed anyway, lest he risk incurring any more of your wrath. It surprised everyone in attendance but no one was willing to question it. Even Hideyoshi didn’t dare come near him, sensing the dark cloud hovering over his lord. Kunieda left soon after, saying something about needing to get back to his province, and while you were sure to have heard news of his decision, you still didn’t come to see him.

Nobunaga strained to catch little glimpses of you throughout the days, watching you from the balcony of his tenshu when you went into town, assigning you work via Hideyoshi that brought you closer to him, even peaking through the doors of your room to watch you sew whenever he passed by, keeping as quiet as possible.

As the days went by without a word from you, he grew more and more exhausted. It was lonely without you. His nights were either spent working or staring at the ceiling of the tenshu. He couldn’t sleep without you beside him.

Finally, exactly a week after the fight, he couldn’t take it anymore. He had to make things right with you. He was willing to get on his knees and beg if that’s what you wanted. He just had to have you back in his arms. Anything to stop this agony of being parted.

Rising from his futon, Nobunaga quietly opened the doors and slipped down the stairs, shuffling to your room. A light emanated from beneath the door, but when he knocked softly there was no answer. Calling your name as he opened the door, he found your room empty, a lamp burning low in the corner and half-finished sewing pieces scattered across your desk. The cover of your futon was turned out on one side, signifying that you had gotten up some time during the night just like he had.

Leaving your room, he continued his search for you. He wasn’t going to wait any longer to settle this. He couldn’t.

Nobunaga caught sight of you in the courtyard, sitting on a stone bench and looking up at the moon and stars. His heart thumped in his chest as he stood in the shadows, watching the way the milky light bathed your features, making you ethereal. You were his angel. The only thing that would have made you more beautiful to him in that moment was if there had been a smile on your face. Instead, there was a heaviness to the set of your shoulders, an unspoken sadness that he knew he was to blame for.

Stepping into the courtyard, his wooden sandals crunching on the stones revealed his presence to you. Your eyes snapped to him, clear and surprised in the starlight, and he held your gaze, unable to look away even if he wanted to. This was the first time your eyes had met his in a week. Nobunaga’s hope grew when you didn’t make a move to run away from him, but he stopped before he reached you, leaving a few feet’s space between you and him.

Neither you nor he dared say anything, lest the moment break and the pain and heartache come rushing back in. Lifting his hand in a silent offer, he held his breath as time stretched between the two of you, hoping with all his heart and soul that you would take it, that you wouldn’t turn away from him.

With a shuddering breath, you closed the distance and threw yourself into his arms, fully accepting him. Nobunaga could’ve cried it felt so good to have you close again, warm, safe, and loved. His lips pressed to your head, lingering as he took in your scent and held you tighter.

“Can you forgive me, my love?” he spoke, his voice a low murmur in the night air as you nuzzled into his chest. “Can you forgive me for being a fool?”

You nodded against him, biting your lip as you whimpered and clung tighter to him, your tears wetting his kimono. “Yes,” you choked, taking in a shuddering breath. “I forgive you, Nobunaga.”

“I’m sorry, (y/n). I’m so sorry I hurt you.” The warlord could feel tears of his own pricking his eyes, a burn forming in his throat as he tried and failed to keep his voice steady.

“I forgive you, I forgive you,” you repeated, tilting your head up to look at him. To his surprise, there was a smile on your face, so happy and joyful even as tears continued to stream down your cheeks. “I’ll always forgive you.”

The relief was almost enough to send him to his knees at your feet. His lips captured yours, desperate to feel you after so long without you. Your arms moved from his torso to his neck, drawing him even further down to you as your lips moved with equal passion. Nobunaga didn’t let you go until both of you were thoroughly breathless, even then only pulling back just enough to draw in air, his forehead pressed to your own. “Thank you. Thank you, (y/n).” Giving you another quick kiss, he murmured, “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you, too,” you responded, cupping his cheek in your hand lovingly and brushing away the few stray tears that fell with your thumb.

Catching your hand to press his lips to your palm, he looked at you questioningly, wondering if he had the right to ask you this yet or if the hurt was still too fresh. “Will you come back to bed with me?”

You blinked, processing, before a bright smile appeared on your lips, and he couldn’t help but smile back. “Nothing would make me happier right now, my love.”

He didn’t need more confirmation than that. Taking your hand, the two of you practically raced back up to the tenshu, trying to stay as quiet as possible (not that it would matter later on). Several times, Nobunaga traded joyful smiles with you, and you had to stifle your giggles more than once as he leaned down to give your ear a playful bite.

A weight had been lifted from both of your shoulders, the exhaustion of sleepless nights falling away in response to what the rest of the night promised. There was happiness now where there had been hurt an hour before.

His lips were on yours again before the sliding door was fully closed, eagerly swallowing your moan as his tongue met and tangled with yours. Laying you back against the futon, he continued to kiss you as his hands smoothed up your legs to your obi, parting your kimono and baring your lower half in the process. Kissing down your jaw to your neck, he bit and sucked at the tender skin, leaving marks that would bloom into beautiful hickeys later on.

“Nobunaga,” you mewled, hands fisting in his kimono as his fingers probed at your dampening heat, stroking up until he found the bundle of nerves and pressed on it. He smirked against your neck as you arched beautifully, pushing your breasts towards him and crying out his name. His name would be the only thing you could say by the time he was done.

You whimpered as his hands left you to tug his kimono off and he chuckled, smiling at you as he moved farther down your body and hoisted a leg over his shoulder. “Patience, my love. I have a lot to make up for and I plan to do it...thoroughly.”

Your hands fisted in the futon a moment before his mouth met your core, his tongue licking a strip across your slit as his thumbs stroked at the insides of your thighs, feeling them tremble against his head. He moaned at your sweetly familiar taste and his grip tightened as his tongue slipped inside of you, satisfying his starvation for you. Your moans grew louder and your hips bucked against his face as his hand stroked up your thigh to pinch your clit, drawing circles around the bud with calloused fingertips and drawing you ever closer to your release.

“Ngh-! N-Nobunaga, I’m-!” He hadn’t realized he’d closed his eyes in rapture until they flew open, his mouth detaching from your core with a wet pop and a cry of protest from you. Not yet. He wasn’t going to let you have that pleasure you so wanted just yet. Not until he was buried deep inside of you, falling off over that edge with you.

Leaning back on his haunches to look at you and lick away the traces of your essence dripping from his chin, Nobunaga felt his breathing quicken as he took in the beautiful way your breasts heaved, skin flushed with pleasure, hair spread out around you like a halo, and legs splayed in desire and trust for him. A low growl tore from his throat at the sight, his cock becoming painfully hard as his instincts screamed at him to shove himself into the woman he loved and prove to her there was no one better for her than him, that he was the only one for her. He swore he’d never seen anything more beautiful. You shivered under his hungry, primal gaze, an answering whine rising from you as your lust and love filled eyes beckoned him to take what he wanted, to become as close as possible.

Still, there was one thing he had to do before he could take you the way he wanted.

Reigning himself in for a moment, he leaned down to press a kiss to your breast, feeling your heart flutter beneath his lingering lips. “I never want to hurt you again,” he promised softly, leaning into your touch as your fingers carded through his hair. The expression you were giving him when he looked up had shifted to something so tender and loving, he almost thought this was a dream, that he was actually slumped over his desk in reality and that you were still hurt, nursing your broken heart. But when he lunged up to kiss you again, desperate and passionate, he knew this was real, your warmth and the feel of your small hands on his back pulling him closer too vivid and familiar to be a dream.

Your lips abruptly broke away from his, your head thrown back against the mussed covers with a moan, when he suddenly rutted between your legs, coating his considerable length in your wetness and prodding against your entrance teasingly. With a moan of his own, Nobunaga’s lips attached to your exposed neck, his breath fanning across your skin as he breathed hard with need.

“Nobunaga!” you begged, wrapping your legs around his waist as you tried and failed to pull him into you.

“Who do you belong to?” he husked into your ear, a deep part of himself needing to hear your response, to soothe the wounded beast that wanted nothing more than to destroy any other man that looked at you.

“You, Nobunaga,” you answered breathlessly, turning your head to look him in the eye. “You and only you, forever.”

“That’s right.” In one smooth thrust he plunged himself into you all the way to the hilt, his roar joining your scream of pleasure. It felt unbelievably good, feeling your walls squeezing and fluttering around his cock as he drove himself into you again and again, imprinting his name into the deepest parts of you. “You’re mine, (y/n). I’m never letting you go,” he snarled, one large hand holding yours above your head while the other gripped your hip, holding you in place.

Each thrust was punctuated with the word “mine” as his fingers tangled with yours, squeezing as he kissed you again, sloppy and breathless. It wasn’t long until he felt his peak approaching, the tightening of your walls signaling your own impending climax. Releasing your hands, he moved back to your clit, pinching and pressing enough to send you over the edge just as he did, roaring your name into the night as his release filled you to the brim and your own dripped down his length. Your satisfied cry of his name rang in his ears as he slumped over you, panting into your ear as your chest rose and fell against his with your own harsh breathing. A few moments passed, but he didn’t pull out, his hips continuing to move against you once more. Nobunaga wasn’t done making love to you tonight. Not by a long shot.

His thrusts were slow, deep, and forceful now, making you feel every inch of him as his body joined with yours. “I love you,” he said softly, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he did and wrapping his arms around you, holding you safe and loved.

You embraced him back, body moving in gentle waves to meet his thrusts. “I love you, too.” He could hear the smile he loved so much in your voice, the smile he’d wished to see for so long. “Always.”

For the rest of the night, he held that smile close as he continued to make love to you. Nobunaga had what he wanted most - your love - and looking into your eyes and seeing the way you looked at him was enough to know he knew he would never lose it.

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theincompetentgenius · 5 years ago

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Hey, could you give me a match up or life generator for IkeSen? Anything is fine. I'm like 156cms (I know ;_;) I'm introverted but curious by nature. I'm also much of a talker when I become friends with someone. Kinda sassy, likes cats,dogs, raccoons (you get it) and philosophy. I get frightened easily, a box falling from my shelf suddenly can get me screaming 😂 I am a dork. Just found your blog btw and I love it 😭💖

Thanks for sending in the request and I’m sorry about the wait! Also, can I say thank you because your request saved my writer’s block because I got carried away?

Thank you for your interest in the world of Ikemen Sengoku. You will shortly be reborn in your new life. The simulation will begin in 3..... 2..... 1.......

B A C K G R O U N D

Your story began right before your first job interview in Japan. You had graduated from college a few months ago with an economics major and a philosophy minor. Many considered it a peculiar blend of studies, but the contrasting subjects allowed you to enjoy your time at college while maintaining the image of a unique candidate. All throughout school, your academics were fairly strong. It wasn’t the golden 4.0, but high enough to land you your first job. The only issue was that your Japanese wasn’t the strongest, so you were worried about not being able to convey your thoughts properly. To deal with this, you practiced in advance.

On the way to your interview, you noticed that the clouds had become larger and darker. You didn’t want to be reckless, but there was lots of traffic on the road and your interview was in fifteen minutes. If it started raining, then traffic would probably stop moving and you would be late, so you looked for an alternative route on your GPS. Luckily enough, there was a route that would get you to your destination in time. So you took the closest exit and left that mess.

The streets of the detour were small and narrow. The clouds had become so dark that it looked more like midnight than an afternoon. A shiver ran down your spine. The faster you got out of there, the better. It was not long before the rain started, thunder echoing in the background. You slowed down the speed of your car and proceeded with caution.

Your car broke down halfway through the detour. After jamming your keys to start the car (with no results), you got out of your car to search for help. You saw a man in a white lab coat with glasses on the porch of a quaint cottage and rushed to him.

“Can you help me? My car broke down in the middle of the road. ” Your voice was filled with desperation.

He was startled by your sudden appearance. “Ma’am, you need to leave. There is a wormhole that is going to open in a few minutes.”

“I can’t leave if my car doesn’t start.” A clash of thunder echoed in the background. You jumped from the loud noise and looked back at the man.

“Alright, I’ll look for some numbers that you can call to help you. However, I think that this area is extremely unsafe for you,” He said, pulling out his phone.

You nodded. As you waited for the young man in the lab coat, the storm intensified. Hints of blue and green sprouted from the clouds. Was this from the wormhole thing that the man was talking about? You wanted to ask but you didn’t want to burden him more than you already had. But the colors were rapidly spreading across the sky, forming a circle.

“Sir? It that the wormhole you were talking about?” You pointed to the colors.

He pushed up his glasses with his fingers. His eyes widened. “You need to leave now. Just run away from here.”

Although you had no idea where the wormhole would take you, you knew it was nothing good. So you ran as fast as you could, but the wind ran with you. It grew stronger until it lifted you from your feet and threw you into the glowing wormhole.

F R I E N D S

Date Masamune

After saving Nobunaga’s life at Honno-ji, you tried your best to adjust to the Sengoku Era. However, the different expectations, mentalities, and social concepts made it almost impossible. Your introverted nature made it harder to talk to the other warlords and your fear only added to the distance. There was Ieyasu (who felt that Nobunaga made a mistake in keeping you around), Hideyoshi (who was still suspicious about your affiliations), and Mitsuhide (he’s the one who caused the fire at Honno-ji in our timeline, so you’re suspicious of him).

Your relationship with Masamune was interesting, to say the least. He nearly chopped off your head when confirming that you were from the future, smashed your arm because you had gotten to close to him during his training, and served you the spiciest dish that was reserved for Ieyasu. Yet he still dared to flirt with you, as if he hadn’t nearly killed you three times.

However, he was the friendliest out of everyone else. He would offer to take you around the town and helped you get settled in your new life. For that, you were extremely grateful. Sometimes the two of you would be out all day, as Masamune would bring Shogestu in the forests. You would point out the different animals around the area. Although he knew the forests very well, your observations made him feel that he was the foreigner.

“Did you see that deer?” You said.

He spun his head around. Then he looks back at you. “Yes, I do. There’s a beautiful doe sitting right in front of me.”

You give him a playful shove. “That’s not what I’m talking about, you idiot.”

“Oh ho, our little lassie is getting feisty!” He laughs.

“I am not little!” You try to shove him, but he doesn’t budge against the weight of your arms. Instead, he howls with laughter.

You stand up straight and clear your throat. “The only thing that’s little is your manhood!”

He freezes in the middle of his laugh. His face momentarily warps with awe and you feel good about sassing him for once. But his face turns into a smirk.

“Is that so? I don’t recall ever showing you anything.” He moves closer towards you. “Unless we had an encounter that I don’t remember.”

Your face turns red as you push him away. “I think I’m done here.”

He turns away with laughter, calling for his tiger cup. You dust off your kimono and look one last time into the woods, searching for any other animals. There aren’t any.

Except for the one-eyed beast who disguised his feelings of love in the form of friendship. A friendship he could never escape.

Other friends: Toyotomi Hideyoshi, Sanada Yukimura, Oda Nobunaga

**Quick Note: Basically he’s the other suitor in love with you during your time there, but he’s also your closest friend.

R O M A N C E

Akechi Mitsuhide

Although you spent lots of time with Masamune, your sights were set elsewhere. At first, you weren’t interested in this silver-tongued snake for romantic purposes. You assumed he was the one who tried to kill Nobunaga due to the events in our timeline, so you wanted to learn more about his schemes. At first, you kept your distance-- there was no need to interact with a shady traitor. Instead, you got your information about Mitsuhide from other people. The best source of information was the maids, but they had too much information (which were nothing but rumors). When you asked the warlords, they couldn’t tell you much either. He was a mystery waiting to be caught.

At one point, you decided to tell Nobunaga about the future and how it was Mitsuhide that set the fire at Honno-ji. However, you had no proof to back your claims. So against your better nature, you went and tailed Mitsuhide. This was the worst mistake possible because he figured you out within seconds of your investigation. When he asked you questions about your investigations, you didn’t give him any answers. However, that wasn’t necessary because he had you all figured out.

Soon, the tables turn on you. Mitsuhide investigated you because you had investigated him. While you cluelessly walked around the palace, he followed you to ensure you weren’t a threat. Once he assessed that you weren’t an assassin, Mitsuhide began to talk to you in public. At first, his conversations caught you off-guard. But you grew more comfortable around him, despite the warnings from everyone else. Mitsuhide himself warned about his other side, but you were giving him the benefit of the doubt. After all, your curiosity had shown you that he was much more than his reputation.

You spent your time trying to sass him, causing him to outwit you almost every time. Some times he’d let you have the last word, but you knew when he let you win. Instead, he was drawn to your dorkiness. It was a rare sight in the Azuchi Palace for someone to be so dorky. However, he realized that there was a more mature side to you when serious conversations arose. The mix of purity and realism surprised him; you were less naive than he expected.

However, the worst part of your relationship was when he tried to scare you. Once he figured out that you were easily startled, Mitsuhide used against you with no limits. One day, you were delivering a message from Masamune to Hideyoshi when you felt a cool breeze rush by.

You spun around. “Whose there?”

There was no answer. You shivered but continued on your journey to Hideyoshi’s room. Then, you heard soft footsteps behind you.

You jumped. “I know you’re following me! Show yourself!” You voice waivers.

Nothing. You let out a sigh, telling yourself that you were overreacting. A few steps later, you felt a tap on your shoulder. A scream escaped your lips and your feet tripped over each other. You closed your eyes, preparing yourself for the collision between your nose and the floor.

Instead, a pair of light arms grabbed your waist and draws you upwards. You open your eyes to find yourself face-to-face to Mitsuhide. Blood rushes to your cheeks as you are at a loss of words

“Careful, princess. Is that how you want to fall for me?”

F I N A L F A T E

As you spent more time with the warlords, you felt more at home. The world you once knew had become a distant memory; one that you weren’t sure that you wanted to return to. Time passed as you and Mitsuhide officialized your relationship, you and Masamune bid farewell as he returned to Oshu to take care of some business, and you became acquainted with the Uesugi-Takeda forces. Throughout all these changes, your love for your lover never waivered.

However, when Sauskue informed you that the wormhole to the present would appear in the next month, your whole life fell apart. While you wanted to stay at Azuchi with Mitsuhide, Nobunaga, and everyone else, you had left another set of relationships behind, Your friends, family, and that new job you wanted. Although you had found everything that you wanted in the Sengoku Era, you still wanted to accomplish your 21st-century dreams. So you packed your bags and prepared for the journey. Although Mitsuhide was devastated with your choice, he chose to accompany you until you stepped through the wormhole.

Once you arrived at your destination, you began having second thoughts. Your life was perfect in this era, you had everything. Why should you leave now? As Sasuke entered the portal, he held his hand out to help into the portal. You looked from his hand to your lover. Your mind was set.

“I’m sorry Sasuke, but I’ve changed my mind. I think I’ll stay.” You run to Mitsuhide and embrace him in a tight hug.

Sasuke nods with a soft smile. “You do what’s best for you.”

With that, he disappears along with your old life. And you couldn’t be any happier.

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impracticaldemon · 7 years ago

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Chaos Theory: Sasuke Ch 4

by impracticaldemon

Author's Note: This one-shot about Sarutobi Sasuke of the Ikemen Sengoku universe quickly became a 3-chapter story. Now I bring you chapter 4. Except... this is really Chapter 4, Part I. And it’s about Mitsuhide. Part II is almost done. Thank you to everyone who continues to read and follow the strange twists and turns taken by my various plot bunnies.

Words: ~ 14,000 Total | ~ 3300 per chapter; Ch 4 ~ 4000 Full Story is also on: FFN | AO3 Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

Chapter 4—The Price of Indiscretion (or, Deal With a Snake)

I walked back through town in a daze, fighting to keep a goofy smile off my face. The guy I'd finally figured out I liked—thank you, Ieyasu happy candies—turned out to like me back. I winced at my own phrasing. Do you have to sound so high school about it? Okay, I was falling for a genius ninja-astrophysicist with a geeky sense of humour, a self-described inability to emote, and a predilection for smoke bombs and home-made caltrops. You find him adorable. When did this happen? He was also kind, surprisingly thoughtful, and very brave; he managed his sword-happy boss and did a tough, scary job without either flinching or shirking. That is seriously sappy. Do you even hear yourself? Maybe there wasn't a lot of falling left to do.

On top of the excessive mushiness, the faint sting when my under-kimono rubbed against certain darkening marks on my collarbone was rousing an unexpected ache to be held and fiercely kissed in the same way again. There was an embarrassing rush of heat every time my mind replayed certain parts of the last hour, and the physical impression left by strong fingers and a hard, muscled body had changed—or at least sharpened—my mental image of Sasuke. Okay, either calm down or go find a bucket of cold water; this is ridiculous. I hoped people would attribute my flushed face to the afternoon sun.

Mind you, it wasn't ideal to find myself emotionally invested in a guy that the people I lived with wanted to kill. I'd been there for Nobunaga's "dead or alive" order—though they'd been more interested in Yukimura—and Sasuke was an enemy spy. There was nothing funny about a gunshot wound that might have been an intentional miss. I'd always worried about Sasuke's well-being, but now my fear for his safety had shot up drastically. It was as if I'd been suppressing anxiety along with my not-so-platonic feelings, and now it had all gotten loose.

And what if this was just a caught-up-in-danger-together kind of romance? Did we have anything in common? Other than an obvious desire to take each other's clothes off? Hard to say, really. My sarcastic inner voice had morphed back into Mitsuhide, and he was smirking at me.

When I reached the gates to the main courtyard of Azuchi Castle, I stepped off to one side to pull myself together. It wouldn't do to run into one of the Oda warlords in this state. They were difficult enough to hide things from when I wasn't flustered, not to mention incurable gossips.

"Feeling a little overheated, are we?" inquired a soft, insinuating voice right next to my ear.

"AAAAAAHHH!" Okay, I'd obviously gotten too immersed in my thoughts, but still! "Mitsuhide, what is your problem?! Couldn't you just say hello from a distance like a normal person?" I took a half-step back and glared up at him, trying to bring my heart-rate back under control. He must have been standing in the shadow of the gate, which meant he'd watched my entire, dawdling approach.

"My problem?" Citrine eyes—located far too close for comfort—gleamed under improbably long white lashes. "I was merely concerned to see you looking so bothered by the warm weather—you're extremely flushed, you know." Somehow, he had closed the distance again without appearing to move. "How was your stroll, by the way? Maybe the difficulty is that you went a little too far? That can be dangerous in times like these. Especially if you're with the wrong person." For the second time that day, his fingers caressed my cheek, and I couldn't quite repress a shiver. It was annoying. Fortunately—sort of—his threatening insinuations broke the snaky hypnosis. What was he up to? Were his spies tracking Sasuke even as we spoke? I forced myself to take a calming breath.

"First of all, take your hand off me. Second, what are you talking about?" As usual, my glare failed to ruffle Mitsuhide's smug expression in any way, but he did remove his hand, though not before allowing his fingertips to brush along the side of my neck. I did my best to ignore the physical sensations, and was distinctly relieved that the skin there was unblemished.

As if reading my mind—as usual—Mitsuhide gave me a thin smile before commenting, "Well, I see that you have at least some tiny measure of discretion."

I tried to look innocently confused, but probably failed. I had no idea how much he knew—though the smart money was on "too much"—or how he knew—I hypothesized dark magic—but if his aim was to be intimidating, then it was working. Seductively intimidating, though. No! Just creepy. Think creepy. Inner Mitsuhide snickered at me. How did I even end up with two inner voices?

The real Mitsuhide was frowning, however. "We should go in," he said abruptly, smugness replaced by something colder and even harder to interpret than usual. "You are too transparent to be allowed out in public, Chieko. Come along."

He turned on his heel and walked off toward the castle, and for a moment I contemplated flight. I was a pretty decent runner, as my hosts had found out the night I'd arrived. On the other hand, my feet were sore, and I had a shrewd suspicion that I wouldn't enjoy the result. In the end, I gave into fate—at least temporarily—and stalked after Mitsuhide.

"The scowl doesn't suit you," he commented, dropping back to walk beside me. "But I suppose it's an improvement over that saccharine expression from before."

I feigned deafness, and managed not to respond.

A few minutes later, we were in my room. At least, we were in a room with my things in it, but it wasn't the same room I'd woken up in this morning. I stopped just two steps in, apprehension starting to get the better of irritation again.

"Mitsuhide?" I turned.

He was closing the shoji door behind us, and I found myself looking pretty much straight into his chest. Before I could move away, he had one of my wrists in a grip of steel.

"Young love is a beautiful thing—or so I'm told—but fraternizing with the enemy is either very unwise, or very ill-mannered. Now I, personally, believe you to be just as foolish and naïve as you appear, but have you considered the feelings of our beloved, over-protective Hideyoshi? Or the fact that Masamune is extremely dangerous—and wholly pragmatic—when it comes to safe-guarding the lives of his men? He's also quite astute, by the way, and notices more than people think. Ieyasu, of course, is both highly intelligent and always suspicious."

"Mitsuhi—"

"Just be quiet, little Chieko, I'm not done."

I dislike being ordered around and threatened as much as the next woman, but this didn't seem to be the right time to go into that. I stopped trying to interject, and focused on staying alert without panicking. I still had no idea where Mitsuhide was going with any of this.

"Naturally, as a loyal ally of Lord Nobunaga, I am under an obligation to either kill or capture any enemy of the Oda forces, especially such formidable foes as Sanada Yukimura and the ninja who has eluded us for over a month now. More importantly, I do not care to see my own work overset by allowing a spy to return to his master with information about us. However, the others are fond of you, and I do not wish to distress them unnecessarily."

He paused, tipped my face up with the hand that wasn't gripping my wrist, and smiled at me sardonically. The man had mastered sardonic—he could have given any number of romance novel heroes and villains lessons in sardonic. The odd thing was that every now and then I got the impression that he was looking out for me, regardless of appearances. Like now.

"A week ago—when you were sick—I happened to see a man leaving the castle by way of the roof. Most authorized visitors do not use the roof, so I assumed that he was an enemy and tried to shoot him."

Sasuke had told me about the incident, but something about Mitsuhide's almost off-hand description managed to upset me all over again. Before I could form a coherent protest—didn't anybody around here try the "ask questions first" approach?—Mitsuhide cut me off, his eyes fixed on mine and his hand tightening painfully on my wrist.

"I told you to be quiet. I already know your views on shooting people, and they are irrelevant. Please pay attention to this next bit in particular." I nodded briefly, and his grip loosened again. "Fortunately for the stranger on the roof, the light was very poor, and my shot only grazed him. It surprised me a little that he managed not to fall, but he had strong incentive not to. By the time I reloaded, he had moved out of sight behind an angle of the roof—a significant display of nerve and skill, you must admit, and rather suggestive. Naturally, I gave orders to try to find the man, but I didn't expect any results.

"After instructing the guards where to search and what to look for, I noticed that I was standing at a window very near to your room. I was concerned for your safety"—his half-lidded eyes dared me to comment—"so I checked in on you. As you'll recall, I was surprised that you would have a window open when you had been ill."

I did remember, and I also remembered the way that his unusually breezy manner had contrasted with the way he had studied the room and the open window screen in particular. I hadn't forgotten his final words, either. To be on the safe side, I just nodded, although the hand on my chin didn't let me move far.

"It then occurred to me that everything made much more sense if the stranger on the roof wasn't a spy but a lover—your cheerful foolishness has always struck me as unfeigned. Deceit and betrayal aren't part of your skill set."

"Only you could make that sound like a bad thing," I muttered. My apprehension-fuelled patience was coming to an end, and I was fed up with his snide comments. Instead of telling me off—or worse—for daring to speak, Mitsuhide looked amused.

"Oh no, it's a good thing, at least for you. After all, there is no harm in having a lover sneaking out of your room at dawn. A little cliché, of course, but hardly a threat to the Oda forces."

"So now I'm foolish and cliché?! And he isn't—" I caught myself a moment too late. Normally I'm better prepared for Mitsuhide's questioning technique—make assumptions until people break down and give you information out of sheer annoyance—but to be fair to me, it had been a long and emotional day.

"I know, I know," replied the Slithery One in soothing tones, letting go of my chin and patting me on the head. "He's just a friend, right?"

"I—"

"Or he was, until he told you that he'd been shot, at which point the two of you confessed your true feelings for each other—"

"Stop—"

"Probably in a very sweet, but slightly obscure kind of way—because what is romance without totally unnecessary confusion? Then you indulged in some kind of—"

"Okay, fine, enough, will you just STOP!"

Mitsuhide gave me his patented I-Always-Win-Who-Are-You-Kidding smirk, and finally let go of my wrist. I automatically moved farther into the room, putting some distance between us and doing my best to cool both my temper and my cheeks.

"Now that you are ready to confess to your indiscretions, I think it's only fair to warn you that you may have a guest. Other than me."

I glanced quickly around the room, and then at the closed door and shuttered window. "I don't think of you as a guest, Mitsuhide—"

"Ah—that's right, I'm more like family. An uncle, was it?"

"…I was going to say that a guest implies a person I've invited." I sat down on my favourite cushion, suddenly feeling very tired, and politely indicated a cushion nearby for Mitsuhide.

He looked faintly surprised by the courtesy, but sat down with his usual grace. I couldn't deny that he was a very elegant man, for a reptile.

"I believe it's confession time," said the reptile.

"Within limits."

"I make no such guarantees." Mitsuhide's voice was flat and serious, and I felt a tendril of fear return. "Is the man I shot at—and somehow missed—your lover?"

"I"—I felt my face getting red—"I wouldn't necessarily use that exact term but—"

"Then clarify."

"We come from the same place," I said, falling back on the explanation that Sasuke had once given Yukimura. "But we're just friends. At least"—I gestured quickly to forestall the words I imagined forming on his lips—"we were just friends—though I'm not a fan of that expression, to be honest—"

"Yes, I have come to understand how you think. It's delightfully impractical. Sadly, one must occasionally be practical, and this is one of those times. Setting aside a discussion on the importance of platonic love, you and your visitor were friends, but are now lovers."

I hesitated, then decided that this wasn't the time for twenty-first century nuance. Besides, Mitsuhide's earlier comments were finally starting to sink in, and I was beginning to see some of the method behind the madness. Trying to keep any embarrassment under control, I nodded firmly.

"Yes, that's right."

"And you may have cared deeply about each other for some time before being overcome by your mutual feelings—I can imagine it now, although it's rather too sugary for my taste."

"Not enough whips and chains?" I asked sweetly.

"I will fetch some if you wish to indulge," he offered, without missing a beat. His expression was distinctly challenging. My mind froze. I'd broken Mitsuhide Rule Number One—again. Mentally kicking myself, I reached for some water, realized that I hadn't poured any, and just sat there staring at him.

"I suppose that's a no," murmured Mitsuhide, once my literal and figurative squirming had entertained him long enough. "Now back to business. As I said earlier, if I knew that I could capture a spy here in the castle, I would feel constrained to do so. Similar reasoning applies to my actions regarding you."

"Me? I'm not a spy! I thought you all figured that out weeks ago!"

"Still, it must be reconsidered in light of your unauthorized visitor. Fortunately, you've made it abundantly clear—in your own delightful fashion—that your involvement with the man I shot is wholly personal. Therefore, I see no need to convey you to the dungeon for more rigorous questioning. Unless you want me to." The implication made me shiver, and I didn't bother to answer aloud. Mitsuhide feigned disappointment. "Ah well. In any event, I won't let certain others know—Hideyoshi, say—that you may have been entertaining an enemy ninja in Azuchi Castle." He deliberately lingered over the word "entertaining", but I maintained a dignified silence.

"I hope that you understand why I asked your maid to move your belongings. After waiting a week for your visitor to return—and I'm sadly disappointed on your behalf, Chieko, since a truly ardent lover should not be deterred by mere bullets and a potential sixty-foot fall—it was time to shut down all access to the castle and to you. The others will understand that I had you moved as a precaution, since the stranger was in the vicinity of your room."

Again, Mitsuhide gave me a few seconds to mull over his words, and then his thin smile took on an especially sharp edge. "Naturally, I do have a few simple conditions for you in return for overlooking your indiscretion."

He made it sound like I'd had some kind of semi-public fling, but I let it go; I was already waiting for the other shoe to drop. Despite the way I was being toyed with, it had finally gotten through to me that Mitsuhide was doing quite a bit of "overlooking" for my benefit. It was unnerving, since I wasn't sure why. I'd never been able to read him very well, except for fleeting glimpses.

"…What are your conditions?" I felt like I was getting pretty good at the whole 'don't react' thing.

"First, your visitor must give me complete details about his past unauthorized entries. The least he can do to make up for things is to help me improve our security. I don't think it will take him long. It's only a guess of course, but I suspect he's listening to us right now."

"What?!" So much for not reacting—I looked around wildly, including up at the ceiling. No sign of Sasuke.

"I left him a letter in your former room. It obviously didn't occur to you, but if he is fond of you, or even just reasonably protective, then he wouldn't abandon you to the risk of being imprisoned or killed for being a spy, or for associating with one. Not that I have any specific evidence that he's here, or that he read my letter. That would be unfortunate for all of us. But if he behaved as I expected, then he probably followed you to the castle to see how you were received. It's a pity he doesn't work for me—although that could be arranged—he's really quite talented."

"You wrote him a letter?"

Mitsuhide sighed. "Of course. I believe it says something like 'Darling, the walls are closing in, but I am lonely without you. I long to show you a different view.' Not very creative, I'm afraid, but a quick mind will get the message, especially since he'll notice that somebody has been exploring the upper rooms and crawl spaces recently. In fact, I undertook the job myself, for various reasons, and it's been very educational. For example, this room is much less accessible than your last one, as it so happens, which means that you are safer here."

Basically, it's a very pretty potential cell. And a very dangerous place for Sasuke to visit.

"You should also know that I've ordered work to be done on all of the more obvious access points to this part of the castle, starting after sundown. As long as your visitor—if he happens to be around—leaves the castle before work begins, he'll likely be able to depart in peace."

"Likely?"

"Well, I can't account for everything, can I? He has to take his own risks. I'll just be busy with other things until dinner, as it so happens—though I'll stop by later to see if you happen to have the information I've requested. Now then. Two more things."

"Mm-hm?"

"After this afternoon, if I am in the castle, you are to avoid all contact with your friend. If I see him again, I will shoot him, and I might not miss a second time."

"What?! But—"

"If you don't agree to my condition, then we can end this conversation now."

"Your condition is okay in principle. It's the death threats I find disturbing."

"Good. Next thing then: whenever I'm in Azuchi, you will let me know whenever you leave the castle, unless it is to accompany one of the other Oda warlords."

Ugh.

"How am I supposed to do that? Send a note to your manor? Won't that look strange? Do you really need to know whenever I'm heading out to look at new fabric?"

"Security arrangements generally go through either myself or Hideyoshi. You can let either of us know, although Hideyoshi will believe it's a routine matter—after all, you have been subject to both abduction and attempted abduction before."

"But that was because of the rumour about me and Nobunaga!"

"Are you done complaining? If I learn that you are outside the castle without letting me know, I'll find a simpler way to keep you safe."

I took a deep breath and somehow resisted the urge to smack him. "Yes, Lord Mitsuhide. I understand perfectly, Lord Mitsuhide." I injected as much sarcasm as I could into my tone.

"…That's not bad, actually. I may have to reconsider giving you up."

Good grief. "You don't have me in the first place. Could we just get on with this?"

"If we must. Last thing: assume that Lord Nobunaga is aware of the situation. Not only is it true, but it may make you more cautious than usual, if anything can. It's hard to say whether his views on young love are as tolerant as mine. On the other hand, I know that we share similar views on how to treat spies."

Great. My position, and possibly my life, depended on the romantic inclinations of two of the least romantic and most frightening men I'd ever met. I would just have to hope it could all work until Sasuke and I left in a few weeks. I'd been having mixed feelings about leaving, recently, but my desire to return to my own time period had risen quite a bit this afternoon.

"Is there anything else?"

"Not right now. I'll let you know if something occurs to me. Meanwhile, I think I'll go attend to that other business I mentioned. I'll check in on you at sundown to make sure you are taking advantage of a quiet afternoon to enjoy your new room." He stood up, and I automatically rose with him. "Or to enjoy something, anyway." I could practically hear him smirk as he closed the door behind him.

Now what? I was clearly confined to my room, and there was no sign of Sasuke. Not that I wanted him to be there, since it could all be a ruse to catch him. I glanced at my current sewing project, but couldn't bring myself to pick it up. For some reason, it didn't surprise me that my first potentially serious relationship with a genuinely nice guy—who happened to climb buildings and throw kunai like a pro—had landed me under house arrest. I mean, what were the chances of ending up five hundred years in the past to begin with?

"Chieko?"

I turned so quickly that I almost fell over. Then I looked up to see a familiar pair of brown eyes looking down at me from behind a gap in the central ceiling panels.

"Sa"—I swallowed and lowered my voice to a whisper—"Sasuke?"

[END of PART I]

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groundsnow · 4 years ago

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ツイタチ

It has been three days since news about multiple burglaries and thefts at Women's Residence Hall were reported. I heard from some of my classmates that their laptops and phones were stolen as well. As odd as it seems, the criminal has not been caught yet. It's my first semester at Yokohama University, and strange things just keep happening, not to mention that the semester has just started.

I hear the sound of the key turning in the door knob. It's Horikawa. I get up from my seat and turn the stubborn knob for her. The door opens, and I'm greeted with her smiling face. "Yo." My roommate enters and gestures a two-finger salute. "Thanks." I smile back at her. She puts her black backpack on her desk then sits on her bed. I get back to my chair then face my laptop.

"Aki."

"Yes?" I answer while staring at my laptop, trying to read some news articles.

"Looks like these burglaries won't be going away soon." There's the usual pokerface, but I can sense that she's worried as well.

"Indeed. I wonder who's doing it." Silence fills the room, which is quite the signal for me to go back to what I have been doing. It's already 6 pm, a weekend, and I haven't gotten out of the dorm yet after a long day of work. Horikawa was out since yesterday and only arrived tonight.

"Aki, have you eaten?" I had to rethink what I heard. Is she asking me to eat outside?

"Not yet. I haven't left the dorm all day." I face her direction.

"You sure are hardworking. The semester has just started though." I never thought she would notice me studying all the time.

"I got lots of homework and quizzes." I smile at her. "You're too GC." She laughs a little.

"Not really." I tell her laughingly.

"Would you like to eat dinner?" She's actually asking me? Is this real?

"I want curry rice. Let's try the new curry place near the Blue Park." She looks cheerful. This is rare.

"O-okay, let's have curry." I answer then smile back at her. We get out of the dorm after a few minutes of preparing. I guess it has been a month since the semester started. I'm not really counting the days. Time passes by so quickly when busy with academics. But tonight is different because it's the first time I'll be having dinner with my roommate.

On the day of freshmen orientation, we just had a brief introduction and a short conversation. She has always seemed reserved and quiet, an air of mystery surrounding her, so I only know a few things about her.

Sena Horikawa. 16 years old. Lives in Nagoya. Psychology student. Plays the violin and piano. An anime fan. Likes wearing black hoodies and pants, has short, black bob cut hair with fringes, and is generally boyish in style. Looks just right for her age, and has a resemblance to Mirai, a popular female Japanese ikemen idol, which I noticed from the first day of our encounter.

These are some basic information I discovered when we had our introduction. I just realized that there are still a lot of things I don't know about her. Most of my friends have already gotten close with their roommates, so I kinda feel lonely. But who knows, it might be different starting tonight.

"Thank you for the food." We are both surprised that we said it at the same time. She looks at me while laughing. I laugh too. It feels strange, probably because it's rare for me to see her like this, cheerful like a child. She would always have a serious demeanor, so I have never really imagined her this way.

"Oi, why are you staring at me like that?" She says as if teasing me.

"What? Uh sorry, I was just thinking."

"Aight, eat then. Look, I'm almost done, and you haven't eaten anything." She laughs.

"Okay." I smile then start eating. Sometimes, I tend to zone out when thinking deeply.

"Horikawa, are you aware that you look like Mirai?" I ask intently. Staring at her for so long made me realize that her looks are incredibly similar to the Japanese idol than I initially thought. She can even pass as her sister.

"A lot of people have said that. I've received a lot of confessions from girls in high school because of it. Mirai used to be a member of an ikemen group, after all. They're projecting to me their affection for her." She says while finishing her plate clean. I'm actually not surprised that girls would run after her. She's charismatic after all. But I never thought she'd tell me this.

"Eh? You're so cool, Horikawa! What did you do when they confessed to you?" I exclaim. I fail to control my emotions this time. Ugh. How embarrassing. She laughs.

"Not really, I just happened to look like a popular idol." She says, waving her right hand in front of her. I'm surprised by her humility though.

"As for the confessions, I had no choice but to reject them. I'm not interested in girls." Looks can really be deceiving. Just because a girl dresses and often behaves like a guy, doesn't mean she's into girls. "Can we go get ice cream after this?" She asks. "Sure." I say while taking my last bite.

"You're a slow eater." She teases me.

"I-I guess." I laugh.

"You took so long because you were literally staring at me. I'm not Mirai, you know." She jokes.

"Un, I know." I look at her while laughing. We decide to buy ice cream at a nearby convenience store then go straight home.

"I'm too full." I say after a yawn.

"Really, you must have a small stomach." She jokes. "Maybe. I eat a little." I gesture to her.

"That's why you're so thin." She says, looking at me. "I guess. I'm just not a big eater. I would like it if I gained a little weight though." I look down on the floor.

"Meanwhile, other girls wish they were thinner. The irony." We both laugh. I turn on my laptop and bring out my notes. "Homework?" She asks.

"Yes. I have to submit a problem set on Monday." I say as I face her direction.

"So busy. It's only Saturday though." She says while typing on her laptop.

"Two days is short for this." I smile while showing her the stapled papers.

"That looks tedious." She says then walks close to me to take a look.

"MATH 13?"

"Yes." I smiled at her.

"I heard that's one of the dreaded courses freshmen have to take."

"I guess it is..." I look at my paper.

"What about you?" I ask.

"I also got homework due on Monday, but I'm gonna do them tomorrow." She says carelessly.

"Eh? Wouldn't it be a bit too rushed?" I ask.

"Nah, I'm used to it. I tend to procrastinate a lot, because if I won't, I'll miss out on life." She winks at me. No wonder a lot of girls fall for her. She's too charismatic and confident. People tend to be attracted to confidence.

"Well, you're not wrong." I say. I'm surprised by what she said, probably because it doesn't fit her character which is on my mind. Who would've thought that an enigmatic person like her would joke around and wink? Maybe she's just introverted, and is only expressive when around certain people. If that's the case, then I'm honored, I guess. She looks like a totally different person to strangers.

I start answering the math problems. She takes a shower. It's about 8 pm so I'm already sleepy. I rest my head on the desk, telling myself that I'll just rest for a bit.

"Aki." I feel something on my head.

"Hey Aki, don't sleep there. Your neck's gonna hurt." I face sideways as I slowly open my eyes. I see Horikawa patting me on the head.

"Ah I fell asleep." I say while rubbing my eyes. I slowly raise my head.

"Yeah, it's actually 8:30 pm. I just got out the shower. If you're gonna sleep, sleep on the bed and not on the desk. Your bed is just a few steps from here." She says, still standing next to me.

"Thanks, Horikawa. I still need to finish this but I'm too sleepy." I'm feeling groggy so I just close my laptop without even shutting it down and head to my bed to sleep.

"Ms. Masuda, why didn't you turn in your homework on time?" My terror professor stares at me, speaking in a serious, low tone.

"S-sir, I submitted it." I'm sweating profusely and stuttering.

"Please don't make excuses! I was clear about the rule last time: No submission, no grade."

"But sir —" Arguing with him won't go anywhere. "Aki!" I felt a strong grip on my right hand while someone called out my name. I open my eyes slowly and see Horikawa standing next to me.

"You were sleep talking, you know." She says while holding a carton of juice. She's wearing her usual black hoodie and dark jeans.

"I had a bad dream. I wasn't able to submit the homework." I say. She laughs.

"I figured. Your alarm actually went off twice already, so I woke you up. It's 9 am by the way." She says, laughing.

"What?" I can't believe that I woke up so late! I get up quickly and look for my slippers. There are lots of boots by the bed.

"And, yep. You slept on my bed last night." She says, laughing.

I feel my face heat up of embarrassment. I put my right hand on my face.

"I'm sorry. I thought I slept on my bed." I say, still covering my face.

"Nah it's fine. I knew, so I didn't wake you up and slept on your bed instead." She says.

"Thanks." I look at her, still covering my face except my eyes.

"No problem! Anyway, I have to go now. You're lucky I returned here earlier."

"Ah thanks! A-and.. Sorry. About that." I say, looking down in embarrassment."

"It's okay. Well then, I'm going ahead. Later." She makes the two-finger salute then leaves the room.

I still can't believe I slept on her bed. It was too nice of her. If it was someone else, she would probably wake me up just to let me transfer beds. Things are really strange: First, the burglaries, then my cold and aloof roommate suddenly warming up to me. My first week as a freshman student is surely filled with unexpected events. I place my hands on my face then get up.

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ohhhhhtrashme · 5 years ago

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The SENPAI Syndrome

THE SENPAI SYNDROME

Love, crushes, broken hearts and confessions these things we learn as we grow up. Feelings become clear and relevant to how we treat and see others. Especially those we have special feelings for, those special beings we call crush. Throughout our lives we catch feelings for people and as time flies we move on, move forward but there are special people that will always bring back a beautiful but painful memory that we cherish. Like my very first Senpai (notice me).

When I was in my last year in my Elementary School, I started having crushes. Someone who was really smart, the most athletic classmate, a person closest to you and/or the hardest to have crush on, Senpai. Senpai is someone older than you or has higher position than you are, in my case he was older than me. He wasn’t the top of his class but he was athletic. Senpai was always surrounded with people, he had a lot of friends and the teachers love him. He was definitely an Ikemen (hot/handsome guy), he was so cool and dazzling that seeing him every day was enough. I was too young then so I just watched in the sidelines.

As I entered high school, I didn’t see him much but I only heard some rumors about him; being so cool in his last badminton game, having a girlfriend and such. I never struck a conversation with him, I was that much of a coward even if I’ve liked him for three years now. He lived nearby my house so sometimes we see each other when we go to the school (we went to the same High School). I could only smile to him shyly when I see him and sometimes when he would ask me if things are good with school, I would answer only what he asks, I always wanted to talk to him longer but I was afraid he’d feel my nervousness and my heart beating too fast in my chest. I knew that he only saw me as a younger girl whom he knew in Elementary School. We were not that close but I knew that it wasn’t a simple crush or a fleeting attraction for someone attractive, it was love. I loved him and not just any love, he was my first love.

He was already in his last year in High School and will be graduating soon, I was just a year lower than him but those were the times I was closest to Senpai. Those months just before graduation. I don’t remember how it started but we started talking through a social media platform. He sent me a message and the conversation went on for the first time, we talked about a lot of things and one of them is his current girlfriend who wants to break up with Senpai because of a guy from my class and that guy and I had close relationship, we were friends (let’s call him A). I didn’t mind that he talked about those things or other people, I didn’t mind that he asks me information about his girlfriend and A, I didn’t mind that I had to sleep late just for us to talk longer, I didn’t mind that I had to sneak out of the house just to answer his call. I didn’t mind at all. It was really precious to me, those times; I was really happy. There was also a time when we go home together, he would come and pick me up in my classroom and we would walk out of school together, I was always looking forward for it. I would be lying if I say that I didn’t hope we’d end up together, that I didn’t wish they would truly break up and I’ll mend his heart, that I didn’t think of conspiring with A to break them up. But I didn’t do anything, just like before I was just a bystander with a front row seat.

Like all good things, it must come to an end. Few weeks before Senpai’s graduation, they broke up and the girl ended up getting together with my classmate. I saw them going home together and eating at the cafeteria together with Senpai’s ex-girlfriend’s friends. A stopped talking to me after they got together and I didn’t think badly of it, the ex-girlfriend probably felt bad that I am close to her current boyfriend and Senpai. How did I know for sure? She and her friends would whisper and glare at me whenever they see me. I didn’t pay them any mind. I didn’t care. I was finally getting close to Senpai and it was all that mattered. Senpai was all that mattered that my 4 years of unrequited love is being noticed, I forgot about A which was a friend of mine, I forgot that those senior girls hated me and I forgot that it’s the day before graduation. That night my head was flooded with thoughts; I won’t see him every day anymore, we can’t go home together anymore and I bet we won’t talk much anymore because Senpai will be busy with University. Our distance will once again widen to the point where I can’t reach him.

On the day of graduation, I congratulated Senpai for passing the University and graduating, he smiled at me and pat my head. I wanted to cry then because I knew it was goodbye, I knew that was it and I can’t tell him how I feel. I didn’t went to his party even though he invited me and after that we stopped talking and as the new school year started, I didn’t see him anymore; not in the streets where we see each other going to school, not in the senior building or the gym where Senpai practices badminton with his club.

One year pass and I graduated high school, I entered a State University and Senpai is attending a private one. There were several times when I saw him going home on weekends but that’s it. So much time have pass and I heard that Senpai’s graduating University and will be moving overseas for his intern. I was happy for him that he’s doing great. I was happy that even though we didn’t end up together, we both found our path that we wanted to take.

I had feelings for him for 5 years and I couldn’t confess but I know he felt it, he felt my feelings for him that my heart reached him but not in the way I wanted it to be. He was a really special Senpai, I mean I had crushes too and some senpai whom I admired too but he was special, my feelings for him back then was different. Senpai was like the dazzling sun, if I looked at him directly my eyes would be blinded by this light. If I get too close, I’d burn by his heat. But his warmth from afar was enough that it kept me going. And all I wanted to say to him was, “Senpai, arigato. Daisuki des.”

We fall in love, sometimes before even knowing it. We let go and move on because sometimes that’s the only way to grow. To Senpai, smile like how your existence made me to.

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#senpai #unrequited love #senpainoticeme #senpai notice me #so young #and #in love #youth

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fandom-collective-writers · 5 years ago

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Shall We Dance? (Sirius x MC Univ-AU)

Title: Shall We Dance?

Fandom: Ikemen Revolution

Pairing: Sirius Oswald x MC

Genre: Fluff

Words count: 1073

Written by: @the-cashewpeia

Request: "If its not too much trouble could I get a sirius x mc where they just slow dance together enjoying ones presence"

Note: I hope you enjoy it, anon ^^

"Ugh, when will it be done?"

A girl, no older than a second year university student, grumbled in an annoyed tone. She already wasted her precious time learning how to sway her stiff body properly for some hours straight. And here she was, body pleading to stop yet getting no result she hoped for.

She couldn't help herself as the campus she went to held a ball once a year, at the end of the study period. As one of the students, especially as a scholarship student, the girl needed to attend the party. No words of objection or excuse could build a wall up for her, or else she must pay the schooling fee by herself.

Another querulous sigh escaped her plump lips as she almost tripped her own feet.

"Is there another way to learn this kind of dance quickly?"

"Maybe we could try it together, little lady?"

A baritone voice answered her rhetorical question, causing the girl to grow tense. She knew the owner of that tone, let alone the unusually doubtful remark at the end of the spoken words.

"Uh, oh." She turned her head, fully aware of the fact that she just recited her thoughts out loud. "I'm sorry!"

The taller man, a senior who everyone talked about, chuckled as a slight smile played across his lips, "I don't remember you doing anything wrong, so you don't need to apologize. Or am I disturbing your practice?"

The brunette senior, whose name was Sirius Oswald, waited for her reply. He expected the girl to dodge the too friendly question, since he was just a stranger to her.

"You... you are not!" She shook her head quickly, but the gesture adorable in his eyes. The violet orbs of his searched her own as she lowered her gaze, before looking at his surroundings.

He paced towards a large curtain, before pulling it open in a swift move. "You must have been practicing for too long."

The smaller figure followed his eyesight as the cosmic dust sprinkled against the dark glaze of the sky before her vision. Just then, she realized how long she had practiced for, her friends were helping her before they all left to go home, leaving her companion less.

"Oh my... I didn't realize it. I should practice harder if I want to go home quickly."

She rushed to her previous spot, humming a certain song to match her steps, determination pushing her to dance better for the upcoming event. As her concentration built up once again, Sirius stood behind the window completely forgotten. He chuckled silently, keeping his eyes on the way she moved in a carefree manner despite the tiredness that consumed her body.

"You sure are a good dancer, little lady." She was caught off guard at his compliment, as she almost tripped on the floor.

"I'm not, but... thank you. I'm still learning a few basic steps." Her smile glittered even brighter than the lamp hanging above them.

But her happy beam was soon replaced by a shocked expression as Sirius strode closer to her and the unexpected words escaped his lips.

"'A few basic steps is enough. You're plenty capable of teaching someone how to dance."

"Teaching... someone?" She blinked, not sure with his chosen wording.

He didn't mean....

"Yes." A nervous smile carved on Sirius' lips, "You know... I'm a very bad dancer and I am looking for a tutor to teach me."

The girl couldn't hide her surprised expression. How could she when a perfect senior asked her to gave him some lessons for dancing?

"... If that doesn't bother you, of course." His perceptive remark was followed by a slight curve that adorned his attractive face.

She shook her head, feeling bad for being absent minded when he demanded her answer. "it's not like it's bothering me, but... I think it'll be better if we practice together."

"Oh?" Sirius' heart skipped a moment at her sudden yet bold suggestion. His reaction was caught by her eyes, as her cheeks were painted as red as the garden of roses that bloomed in spring.

"Uh... I mean...." Her mind stopped working the second she realized what he would be thinking of her.

The older man's smile grew wider. He found her strangely amusing as she tried to explain what she was really intending. Somehow, he wanted to say that he got the idea of her invitation. But playing dumb seemed like a better choice for now.

"I mean... we could... point out our mistakes easily and...." She almost lost her mind as Sirius eyed her like an eagle did its prey, "Ah, what should I say!"

A low chuckle filled her ears as she snapped out from her own thoughts. The girl glanced towards Sirius, who now stood not too far from her.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to laugh." He offered his right hand to her like a gentleman as his tall figure bent just before her, "Shall we start our lesson? I recall that you wanted to go home as soon as possible."

"I'll be glad to." She took his big hand in hers as a shy and nervous smile creeped upon her lips.

Their first steps were accompanied by the younger girl's slow hum. She kept looking down at their disparity pace, even as she was trembling under his touch. The man silently followed her track with an encouraging beam, even though the girl couldn't see it.

"Shouldn't we look into our partner's eyes while dancing?" Sirius playfully asked as her head snapped up, eyes focusing on his violet orbs. Her flushed face took him aback for a mere second, but he hastily put an invisible mask to cover his shocked expression.

As the slow hum grew into a louder song, both couldn't tear their eyes off another. Their steps naturally adjusted to the tune and to each other's track, even though sometimes they missed the beat or unintentionally made a little mistake.

But the false timing was soon forgotten as their mismatched steps moved by their own, followed by the laughter that slipped past their lips. Soon the plan to go home was out of their minds as they drowned in each other's embrace and in the sea of adoration in their eyes.

How badly they wanted the time to stop. Just this once, to savor this moment before the striking clock coerced them back to their ordinary life.

#ikemen revolution #ikerev fanfic #sirius #sirius oswald #sirius oswald x mc

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