A/N: I saw this lovely plot from uketokugawaieyasu in tumblr and so I ask if I can adopt the plot, and lucky me, she allows me to! :3 So, well, here it is.
Disclaimer: I don't own Sengoku Basara nor do I own the plot. Sengoku Basara belongs to CAPCOM and the plot belongs to
[Prologue]
It is a couple of months after Ieyasu's death and Mitsunari still finds himself feeling empty. He finds himself secretly wishing that his death was but a dream and he has never really killed Ieyasu. In that so-called dream, he's weeping for Ieyasu's death and calls him so he'd wake up and face him again. No, it wouldn't be like that in reality. In reality, he'd cry a glorious victory cry and his chest would be full of happiness, now that he has killed the traitor.
Or so he wishes.
Mitsunari may be known for losing himself a lot of times, but really, he's doing a pretty good job on keeping himself sane. And he knows, and fully realizes that Ieyasu is dead, dead by the very hand of his. And one thing for sure, he feels no happiness neither he's satisfied by killing his rival.
On one strange day, an equally strange merchant comes to his castle and presents him a mirror, a simple one, really. Nothing that'll stand out should he place it inside his room. But no, Mitsunari isn't one to be concerned on how he'll look like for the rest of the day. He has his maids and he trusts them on that. So he asks for it to be put inside the storage room, and never checks on that mirror ever since.
Another one strange day, he's suddenly aware of the word that's been going on his castle. He heard some rumors about that mirror being strange, abnormal, and some even dare to say that it's cursed. Mitsunari isn't one to believe in superstition, but as I said, it is one strange day, indeed. Mitsunari heads toward the storage room to check on the mirror.
He stands straight in front of the mirror, eyeing the glass, and nothing is as abnormal as the rumor says. In fact, it's a completely normal mirror. A mirror that reflects him, just like any other mirror. With an annoyed huff, Mitsunari shakes his head, questioning himself on why did he even bother to check out the truth behind that rumor.
As he turns to exit the room, however, he sees a strange shadow passing by inside the mirror. Thus, he stops. Stepping closer while eyeing the mirror with such a concentration, he doesn't even understand why he's being awfully curious on this thing.
Mitsunari must've seen things, now that he sees another person that's clearly not himself on the mirror. The reflection of this 'person' was blurry at first, but the more he stares into it, the clearer the image got.
Mitsunari's breathe hitched, he steps back and trips on his own foot that he violently falls on his back. He quickly regains his composure and crouches in front of the mirror, touching the glass with his trembling hand, he caress the face of that person shown in the mirror.
There is neither doubt nor mistake about it. That person—that person is Ieyasu, looking younger, he may be. But there is no doubt that he is Ieyasu. His supposed-to-be-dead rival.
"Ieyasu?" He calls quietly; His voice trembles at the name. Yet the said person doesn't respond to his call. He proceeds on doing whatever he's doing right there.
Mitsunari's eyes widen, he can't help himself but to stare hard into the mirror, watching every single thing that Ieyasu's look-a-like does. He seems to be enjoying himself, laughing with people Mitsunari doesn't know, people he never recalls seeing before. Even among Ieyasu's friends.
Now that he looks at it, Ieyasu's clothes are even stranger. And the people around him are wearing the same clothes as him. Can it be that it is some kind of uniform? Is this Ieyasu has an army as well? If so, what army is it? He looks strange, can it be that Ieyasu isn't actually dead and flees overseas; joining the foreign army—wait, no. That's most likely impossible.
He finds himself wondering about many things that are going on there, on the other side of the mirror. He's so absorbed by his thought that he jumps in surprise as someone knocks the door.
"Mitsunari-sama, are you there?" Asks the person behind the door. Mitsunari recognize that voice. It's the voice of one of his maids. One that has been taking care of him since he was little.
"What do you want?" Asks Mitsunari coldly. The shoji door opens softly, revealing an old lady in her 60's, bowing lowly at her master.
"The food is ready, sir." Says the old lady.
"I'm not hungry." Mitsunari says, huffing as he does.
The old lady raises her head ever so lightly, "But, sir, you've skipped your lunch today. It is important for you to keep your health as the general of—"
"I said I'm not hungry!" Mitsunari snaps, "Don't give me talks about how to be a general! Leave!"
The maid seems to be against the idea of leaving the general alone, she looks as if she wants to plead for her general to eat the dinner once again, but she still values her own life, so she gets up and bows at her master, excusing herself and turns to leave the general alone. But Mitsunari stops her.
"Wait." He calls.
The old maid turns to face her master, "Do you need anything, sir?"
Mitsunari points his index finger at the mirror and says in cold voice, "Bring some man and ask them to move the mirror inside my room. I want it done by the time I'm back from my study."
The old maid tilts her head, eyeing the infamous mirror. She is wondering why her master would ask for a mirror to be located inside his room. But she asks none of it, and nods before leaving the general.
Mitsunari cocks his head toward the mirror. He has to know what is going on, and irregular things such as this don't happen just like that. He has to know everything by the end of the day. He has to know why in the world does Ieyasu still alive.
So how was it? Please review and tell me what you think :3
Constructive critics are very welcome 3
