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Random Fic Post ~ Touch
Jan. 26th, 2015 10:22 pmA/N: Another adrenaline fueled story post. This is very short, but I wanted something kinda fluffy because... I'm me. SOBS. Enjoy! (Of course it's Sakonari XD)
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Touch
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Touch
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"Knock it off." Mitsunari retorted, rolling his hazel eyes. "I don't know why I agreed to that..."
The corners of Sakon's lips turned upward and he relaxed in Mitsunari's soft lap. He loved that pouty face, and doubly so knowing that no matter how much he claimed to hate this, his master was actually enjoying it. There was no way he couldn't, his deliberate and tender caress over his scalp and the way his fingers curled into his messy hair was far too soothing to be accidental.
Nonetheless, he teased him, as was his nature. "You didn't like it?" he asked with feigned sadness. "You were staring at me all day. There's no way you didn't want to do it."
Mitsunari sighed. Looking down at the man in his lap, he cupped his face and much to Sakon's pleasure, used his thumbs to rub circles along his cheek bones. "You always go by a hunch, don't you Sakon?"
"My hunches are always correct. It was in this case as well, wasn't it Mitsunari?" You're so easy to read, went unsaid.
"Hmph, maybe. Although, you forgot something."
Sakon held up a nice, finely cared for wooden object with the bristles as soft and fine as Mitsunari liked.
"I didn't."
Mitsunari let out a huff, taking the brush from him and smoothing it over Sakon's dark tresses, none too gently. "Next time, I would appreciate if you didn't withhold the brush from me."
"I prefer your touch to a brush any day, my lord."
Random Fic Post~ Dark Side
Dec. 7th, 2014 02:41 am A/N: I'm running off pure inspiration and I want to get this out before I lose interest. It's 3am here so if this is awful, blame exhaustion LOL
This is Sakonari btw. And very short.
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Dark Side
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Mitsunari approached Sakon at the coming of sunset. His trusted strategist leaned casually against a mighty tree atop a hill nearby Sawayama. From here, the land looked peaceful and romantic, almost like a dream of what they'd most aspired for.
"Sakon-"
The western commander was not prepared for his retainers response.
He hardly yelped as his back connected harshly with the bark of the tree, and strong hands went for his neck.
Realizing the danger, Mitsunari called out his samurai's name once again. In his state of panic, his voice sounded breathless and hoarse, trembling as he tried to fight off the attack.
And as quickly as it started, it was over. The look in his samurai's eyes had gone from intense and full of fire, he melted and soon they both were crumbling to their knees.
Moments passed before a word was uttered. They sat there. Panting and gasping for air, Mitsunari was still in a state of shock, his hands massaging his neck. He'd anticipated the pain beforehand, and as it never came, a ghostly sensation overcame him. He stared speechless at the man he trusted with his life, whom nearly taken it.
Head dropped and still as a statue before him, Sakon still gave off an unfamiliar air. Mitsunari, never one to feel fear often, was undoubtedly terrified. Mostly, because the one he trusted had done this.
And he was just sitting there! Unmoving. It was unnerving.
"Forgive me..." He nearly sighed in relief.
"Are you alright?"
A scoff, "I nearly choked you, and you're worried about me?"
"I cannot judge a man for acting on instinct. You mistook me for a threat. I know you would never harm me purposefully."
"Tono... you don't know me."
"I'm not used to this, I'll admit, given you're usually so amiable. A man such as yourself really should be more aware of his surroundings. You very well could have killed me."
"Ah..."
Mitsunari rose to his feet, and after dusting off his clothes, stood over Sakon with his arms crossed. "Sakon -"
"I assure you, you will never see that side of me again. In fact, I promise."
Mitsunari was quite taken aback by his samurai's sudden embrace. Not long after, those same fingers that once lingered over his delicate neck, threatening to end him, now gently caressed the skin lightly like a feather.
With each passing moment, Mitsunari let his mind curiously wander onto the possibilities. He really didn't know Sakon. He only knew what the man wanted him to know. He had never even seen the man serious often.
Such novel behavior belonging to the man he trusted.
"Sakon, tell me about that scar."
"I promised, remember?" And then into his ear, "I have to uphold my promises after all."
Always covering his bases.
Sakon was truly an enigma.
This is Sakonari btw. And very short.
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Dark Side
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Mitsunari approached Sakon at the coming of sunset. His trusted strategist leaned casually against a mighty tree atop a hill nearby Sawayama. From here, the land looked peaceful and romantic, almost like a dream of what they'd most aspired for.
"Sakon-"
The western commander was not prepared for his retainers response.
He hardly yelped as his back connected harshly with the bark of the tree, and strong hands went for his neck.
Realizing the danger, Mitsunari called out his samurai's name once again. In his state of panic, his voice sounded breathless and hoarse, trembling as he tried to fight off the attack.
And as quickly as it started, it was over. The look in his samurai's eyes had gone from intense and full of fire, he melted and soon they both were crumbling to their knees.
Moments passed before a word was uttered. They sat there. Panting and gasping for air, Mitsunari was still in a state of shock, his hands massaging his neck. He'd anticipated the pain beforehand, and as it never came, a ghostly sensation overcame him. He stared speechless at the man he trusted with his life, whom nearly taken it.
Head dropped and still as a statue before him, Sakon still gave off an unfamiliar air. Mitsunari, never one to feel fear often, was undoubtedly terrified. Mostly, because the one he trusted had done this.
And he was just sitting there! Unmoving. It was unnerving.
"Forgive me..." He nearly sighed in relief.
"Are you alright?"
A scoff, "I nearly choked you, and you're worried about me?"
"I cannot judge a man for acting on instinct. You mistook me for a threat. I know you would never harm me purposefully."
"Tono... you don't know me."
"I'm not used to this, I'll admit, given you're usually so amiable. A man such as yourself really should be more aware of his surroundings. You very well could have killed me."
"Ah..."
Mitsunari rose to his feet, and after dusting off his clothes, stood over Sakon with his arms crossed. "Sakon -"
"I assure you, you will never see that side of me again. In fact, I promise."
Mitsunari was quite taken aback by his samurai's sudden embrace. Not long after, those same fingers that once lingered over his delicate neck, threatening to end him, now gently caressed the skin lightly like a feather.
With each passing moment, Mitsunari let his mind curiously wander onto the possibilities. He really didn't know Sakon. He only knew what the man wanted him to know. He had never even seen the man serious often.
Such novel behavior belonging to the man he trusted.
"Sakon, tell me about that scar."
"I promised, remember?" And then into his ear, "I have to uphold my promises after all."
Always covering his bases.
Sakon was truly an enigma.
Random Fic Post 2~ Interest
Aug. 5th, 2014 09:13 pmFandom: Samurai Warriors
Characters: Sakon, Mitsunari and appearances of others.
Pairings: SakoMitsu (and others hinted)
Warnings: High School AU, M/M pairing, and that's about it.
NOTES: I'm really not too crazy about high school fics myself, but this idea was swimming around and I figured, hey, why not? I also tweaked things a bit. I don't really enjoy the idea of Sakon being a teacher to Mitsunari the student. That makes me vastly uncomfortable. So instead, they're both students.
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