A/N: I have always wanted to do some Mitsuhide/Suffering fanfics, so I decided to have a collection of them. They will be at different times and jump around.

Notes: This one takes place during the anime, but with a twist.

Disclaimer: I don't own Nobunaga the Fool.

Mitsuhide's Despair

Mitsuhide was reeling from what had just transpired. He hadn't trusted Nobu and was about to attempt to slay him. He didn't know how he would accomplish that given that Nobu was in a giant war armor and he wasn't, but oh, he would try in order to protect Ichihime. He may have killed Nobukatsu for Nobu and the Oda clan, but there was no way he would let the princess die for them. He would allow the Oda to be wiped out to protect her.

Mitsu closed his eyes and took in a deep breath and then slowly exhaled to quiet his nerves. He turned his eyes downward and searched for the beautiful princess in pink. He didn't have time to think of Nobu, Ichihime was alive! And hopefully she would be very upset with that damn Caesar and wouldn't want to speak to him again for what he had done to her and almost did. But things weren't going as he had hoped...

What Mitsu saw made his heart almost stop as it was gripped with a cold and icy dread. Ichihime wasn't mad at Caesar! Not one bit! She was holding his hand and smiling at him. He was loathe to admit it, but they seemed to be in their own world. And if that wasn't bad enough what happened next was many times worse...

Caesar and Ichihime leaned towards each other and met with a soft kiss. No, Caesar took her kiss was what Mitsu was trying to convince himself. Ichihime didn't lean towards him at all! And she was only doing so to fulfill her duty. Caesar was officially her husband and a valued ally. Yeah, that was it; it was all duty on the princess's part was what Mitsu chanted over and over again in his mind to convince himself. But what happened next had Mitsu shaking with fury...

Well, knowing Caesar, he wasn't one to keep the kiss chaste. Especially not after being parted from his dear wife after so long. Not to mention what they had just been through. The general definitely deepened the kiss and had his other arm wrapped around his wife's waist to bring her closer. By the time they separated, which seemed like an eternity for the strategist, both were panting heavily. They refused to move far apart; their mouths were only centimeters apart and they were gazing deeply into each other's eyes.

Mitsuhide was crushed. He closed his eyes tightly to block the image out, but it shown brightly in his mind's eyes like a curse. He swallowed the lump in his throat to keep the tears back.

Mitsuhide was gazing at Ichihime with pained eyes. The beautiful princess was outside of the room where Himiko and da Vinci was checking Caesar for any serious damage and patching up any wounds they found. Her hands were clasped together and her eyes stayed trained on the door as she waited for the results with bated breath. She paid no heed to Mitsuhide or even her own brother, who was standing beside the strategist. They might as well not have been there with how she shut them out.

Mitsu knew he had lost her, but oh, how he was telling himself otherwise. He kept repeating over and over that this was just her duty. Ichihime always took her duty seriously and of course she would be like this for her husband. Thus he went further and further into denial.

Finally the door opened and Caesar walked out. His cloak was slung over one shoulder and he looked about as good as new. Mitsu didn't miss the sigh of relief that came from Ichihime's lips. With eyes full of hatred the strategist watched as Caesar smiled softly at his wife. He gritted his teeth as the general placed an arm around her and kissed her chastely on her soft lips. Mitsu completely ignored how the princess returned the kiss.

"Damn you, Caesar!" Mitsu yelled in his mind. Really did the general have to do that? Nobody else showed such open affection to their wife. So, why must he? He was just that much of a lecherous pervert was the conclusion that Mitsu came up with; adding to his denial.

"Well, everything is fine," da Vinci stated as he walked out. "Some rest is all he needs."

Ichihime's eyes searched Caesar's. "How do you feel?"

Caesar shrugged. "I feel alright."

Ichihime smiled, but Mitsu was effectively ignoring that.

"We'll have a meeting later after you rest," Nobunaga stated to which Caesar nodded. The Oda leader turned to his sister. "You get some rest too, Ichi."

Ichihime smiled and nodded. "I will."

Caesar wrapped an arm around his wife and both proceeded to leave.

"Where are you going!?" Mitsuhide demanded of Caesar and stomped one foot.

Caesar turned to him and smirked. "To Ichihime's chambers to rest. Why?"

"You can't! That's-"

Caesar's smirk turned into one of amusement. "I believe I can as after all she is my wife."

Mitsuhide took a step back as if he had been stung. He hadn't thought that Caesar would share a room with Ichihime! Mitsu's eyes turned to the princess. "Ichihime-sama?" he almost whimpered.

Ichihime blushed as she looked down. "I want my husband with me."

Mitsu's eyes widened and his eyes began to shake. This was not happening!

Caesar smiled and waved at Mitsuhide. "See you later, Mitsuhide." He placed his arm around his wife once more and they left.

After Nobunaga left Mitsuhide collapsed onto his hands and knees onto the floor. His eyes showed he was in complete shock and disbelief. His precious princess was sharing her chambers with that beast! "Damn you, Caesar!" he yelled out in agony.