AN: So here is the second oneshot ;P This one takes place under the Samurai Warriors Empires Scenario~ I love it how Koei seems to ship Nobunaga/Ranmaru just as hardcore as I do.

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He felt tormented as all he could do was stare into his lords eyes. Somehow he found it in himself to clear his mind, this was a battlefield. Though in all the dreams, and fantasies of carnage that ran through his mind, he never imagined this. For Nobunaga to be staring at him, on the enemies side.

He kept moving forward despite the uncertainty and horror that plagued him. Nobunaga had a smile on his lips, as he waited for him to get closer, with anticipation building. Ranmaru felt himself crippling under the pressure, his heart sank and his mind felt like it would shatter. Nobunaga was the man he swore to give his life to and gave him meaning, Nobunaga was his life. Killing him, would take more than just one life away.

"I... I don't think I can do it..." He felt his voice cracking, as his grip loosened on his blade. "I can't fight you... Not you... Lord Nobunaga..." He whispered, casting his eyes downward. He was close enough now to where Nobunaga could see his expression more clearly. Upon hearing his pages concerns his smile broadened.

"What's the matter Ranmaru...?" He asked simply, raising his hand out to tip the boys chin up to look at him.

"Go on..." He lent in to whisper in a husky voice. "Do it..." He urged with a slight growl. "Let me see that beautiful blade..."

Ranmaru straightened up and nodded, though the shiver than ran down his spine, and the visible trembling of his hands, he was merely following his lords orders. Regardless of what he himself, wished for.

Each move, every cut, was a testament to how much he respected him. Every time a lethal blow could be dealt on either side the attack fell short and hesitant. Clashing together loudly, Ranmaru wanted to look anywhere but Nobunaga's eyes, but he just felt drawn to them. Smoldering with deep emotion as he stared back at Ranmaru, an unspoken passion that stormed within them.

"I... No more... Please don't make me..." Ranmaru pleaded in a whisper. "I'll let you cut me down... But please don't force me to fight you, my lord." With simultaneous intentions, Ranmaru dropped his blade and Nobunaga wrapped an arm around his slender waist, and pulled him close against him. "I'm sorry Ranmaru... But the thought of being at the end of your fury was just simply to fascinating to let pass by."

Ranmaru found himself lost in the intensity of Nobunaga's passionate gaze, putting a hand on his cheek and studying him, feature for feature. The thought he could have lost Nobunaga, and to his own hands, tormented him, and yet even in a moment like this, Nobunaga somehow made him treasure it.