Disclaimer: Warriors Orochi/Musou Orochi is owned and copywriter by KOEI, and I'm making no profit from this. I promise to return their characters in at least near mint condition.
Author's Notes: Just some drabbles pulled together based on 31 Days' September themes, because I love this game, I love these two characters, and I'm eternally bitter that they had absolutely no interaction or unique dialogue during the game. They deserved some. So, I'll give it to them.
The Words You've Borrowed
In a way, the chaos of the situation seemed like a good thing to her. She had a fresh start, with new people surrounding her. She could pretend her past didn't exist; she had always been good at that.
On Sun Ce's orders, she had accompanied a group of soldiers to help a faction of the Zhao Yun army that had been cut off. It was supposed to be a fun fight. A challenge. Something that she thrived on.
He wasn't supposed to appear before her.
He wasn't supposed to have bruises and cuts, and broken armor. Wasn't supposed to look up at her with surprise, and then have a slow, but grateful smile cross his face.
He wasn't supposed to shakily get back on his feet (wasn't supposed to ever not be on his feet), and ask her to fight with him. Their fighting days were over. He'd made it so. He had told her that he wanted to go it alone, that she was in his way. And she'd told him,
"We make such a good team, though, don't you think?"
Except those words were coming out of his mouth now, and she was of half a mind to stab him through for his gall.
But the enemy was closing in. And so instead, her kunai focused on them as he stood beside her (still shaky, still covered with his blood, and she would make them pay for that), and raised his spear.
They were still, she found out, a frightening team to come across.