So it was inspired from another fanfic, couldn't remember what it is but if you are the author of that particular fanfic(whichever one it is.) please don't get at mad at me :P.
So Mitsunari and Ginchiyo were forced to share a room, a BED… And Here's what happens when they wake up.
Ginchiyo's Story
He tried to sit up but found out that he was nailed down by a heavy force. When he finally opened his eyes he sees Ginchiyo lying down comfortable on his arm, using it as a pillow. A smirk appeared on his face and he started shaking his arm gently just to give Ginchiyo a sense of irritation.
Ginchiyo's face started to show unhappiness and Mitsunari continued to shake his arm, only that it is getting more and more rough every moment. Ginchiyo finally gave up on settling down her 'pillow' and opened her eyes to find that Mitsuanri is watching every movement she makes. "Enjoying yourself Lady Tachibana? Was my arm not comfortable enough for you?" it was clearly a sarcasm and Ginchiyo will not back down easily.
"Hmm… Maybe if you had more muscles and not just skin and bones it would not be so hard…" but what she said was not true, Mitsunari did have some muscles even though they are not very broad and his arm was actually giving Ginchiyo all the comfort she needed --- until Mitsunari started shaking it. Even though Mitsuanri knew it was a lie, he still showed a frown. He went over to where he left his robe and put it on, placed his circlet on his forehead and stab his folding fan into his belt.
He turned to see Ginchiyo putting on her own circlet and as he opened his mouth, wanting to send a sarcasm out, Ginchiyo started searching frantically for something. "Did you see my sword?"
"Your sword?"
"I left it here yesterday, but now it's not there."
"Women… Always forgetting things…"
"Men… Always so pervertic…"
"WHAT?"
"You heard me loud and clear." There was silence. "Take what you did yesterday for example… Wanting to share a bed…"
"You can't deny the fact that you wanted to do so just as much as I do, maybe even more…" A smirk appeared on his face. "I mean, what's not to like about me? I'm good-looking, I'm strong, I'm rich…"
"Thinking highly of yourself pretty much?" Ginchiyo was still looking for her sword.
"Let me help you with that…" Mitsuanri looked around and found some shining from the bottom of a drawer. He reached down and pulled it out, sure enough, that was Ginchiyo's sword. He handed it over to Ginchiyo and Ginchiyo 'caressed' it gently.
"It seems to mean a lot to you."
"It's… passed down from my father… It is the only I had after his death…" Mitsunari looked away, avoiding the embarrassment. He tried to change the subject but it only got worse. "I heard you were raised like a son…"
"Yeah…" Ginchiyo's frown deepen.
"So..Sorry…"
"No, it's okay… Sakon asked the same question when I first joined the Toyotomi…"
"Sakon?"
"We really need to set off now, we are a few hours set back in schedule…" After the conversation, Ginchiyo never spoke to Mitsunari for a long while…
