Keeping things short and (bitter) sweet. Maybe I should do a full fic on them. I do love this pairing...
It took him forever to come up with the right words to say.
Even if they were married twice.
He knew she looked at him with a teal suit and blond hair.
His axe wasn't an axe, but a lance.
His warm smile, his warm touch.
No, it was always Nagamasa on her mind.
Even now as the flames circle around them. She's laying on the floor like a delicate wisteria. She still wears it on her head, the day she met him.
And like the silent cries of the weeping wisteria, he endured.
Marriage twice...it's meaningless.
Even now as she lays on the floor.
Quiet.
Tender.
Beautiful.
She's so beautiful, even though her body is burnt to a crisp.
Shibata Katsuie reaches for her hand. He cares not that it's burning. Cares not if he's burnt.
She is like the sun, dangerous if too close.
But he's already dead inside.
He can see it on her lips. A smile.
Her mouth doesn't move, but he can hear her crying for Nagamasa.
Tear marks are around her beautiful face. Skin ripped and burnt.
Even now, she is beautiful.
"Ichi..."
She can't answer. But it's alright.
Because he's finally found the right words to say.
But he cannot speak them for he is already dead.