He had seen his Right Eye every single day without any recognition of him. He thought nothing serious about him, he was sure. The feelings that erupted through his heart and head were only his imagination. Date had no feelings toward Boss, of course. It was just loyal friendship that flew from his heart and wrapped around his body like a soft breeze. It was only happiness in seeing his friend after a hard day of calming his army from whooping and hollering, and training into long hours of the day. It was only
(love)
relief that he had someone to share a cup of tea or sake with and share news of their day. It was only that, was it? For some reason, as Masamune lied in his living quarters, staring up at the ceiling in his bed, he thought maybe the feelings were of something different…something more.
The thoughts were replaying over and over in his mind, and he kept trying to make up a reason as to why these feelings were being emitted whenever in front of Kojuro. "It's probably just fatigue of the day making me feel such unneeded feelings." Masamune mumbled aloud to himself in the stillness of the night.
His own voice echoed back to him, and he knew in his heart that it was a lie. He grimaced, clenching his jaw tightly and curling his fists into his hair as he rested his head on his arms. Kojuro was his Right Eye, nothing more nothing less.
He sighed, letting out a frustrated groan as well. He sat up, sleep not even considering him, and looked around the living quarters that were being lit by a single candle that stood on a stand behind Masamune's bed. Shadows bounced to and fro, making it seem like monsters were dancing together, celebrating war and death. His screen door was thin, and highlighted a shadowed figure, holding a candle outside of his room.
Just by the way the form stood, its tall, bulky but yet slender form standing before a candle it held in its hand. The kimono it wore hugged its body, and the crop of hair upon its head made one name appear into Big Boss's head. Kojuro?
Masamune stood up, readjusting his kimono more onto his shoulders, and moved to the screen door. His heart was fluttering in his chest as he opened the door to find the stern-faced man outside his door, his hand reaching for the handle.
Kojuro's face formed into surprise from seeing him up so late. "Masamune-sama, what are you doing up so late?" He asked, his cheeks a tad pink. Masamune kept his face expressionless, but his heart was doing back flips. "Well I could ask the same for you Kojuro-kun."
Kojuro blushed in embarrassment and bowed his head, "I was just checking up on you, you didn't seem very healthy yesterday sir. You were coughing all day." Masamune remembered his severe coughing that morning. He was having trouble staying focused on that day's training. He nodded to himself.
"Well my cough is as good as gone now, Kojuro." Masamune mumbled, his voice slightly quivering. As he stared at his Right Eye, his heart became more fluttery, and he turned away back to his candle-lit room, and Kojuro asked, "What are you doing up, sir?"
Masamune halted inside his living quarters, his body freezing. He needed a reason to why sleep had not met him yet. His hands itched to just grab Kojuro and take him in the candle-lit romance. He bit his lip, hating himself for having such images in his mind.
A silence passed between Masamune and Kojuro before Big Boss could answer him. "For some r-reason…sleep could not confide to me…maybe the thought of more training kept me up…perhaps…" Another long silence passed between them before Kojuro coughed and nodded, 'Alright, sir…I guess I'd better head off to bed before I get the flu. It's mighty cold out here. And same goes for you."
The nurturing tone of Kojuro angered but at the same time sent warmth to Masamune. He cared, and that's all he wanted. He turned to him, nodded, and waited for Kojuro to shut the door, stopping the cold breeze from drifting in.
Maybe it wasn't just the cold. He thought, his eyes closing for a brief moment. He turned back to the screen door, watching Kojuro's form halt for a second in front of his door, his form turned to his living quarters, and then slowly walk toward his own room.
Masamune blinked a couple times, feeling his eye lids become far too heavy, and sighed. "Sleep has finally come…and it's about time." He moved back to his bed, bringing the blanket up to his chin. He glanced at where his six swords lay on a rack, his eyes scanning the magnificent weapon, and sleep then snatched him in a heartbeat.