Family-A fundamental social group in society typically consisting of one or two parents and their children.

Ranmaru sighed heavily hugging his knees to his chest. The background noise from the camp was only a buzzing bee to him. Had it really been a year already? It felt like only yesterday he died.

"A whole year, huh?" He rested his chin between his knees. "And I still haven't avenged him. Maybe someone like me can't."

Would his father, Yoshimi Mori, be disappointed in him? Would he hate him? Was his father stuck wondering around as a lost spirit, unable to rest?

"There you are."

Ranmaru snapped his head around to see Nobunaga standing a meter-ish away. He quickly scrambled to his feet. "My apologize, my lord, do you need something of me?"

Nobunaga studied him up and down before reaching out to caress his cheek. "Why're you crying?"

"Huh?" Ranmaru pulled away and checked. He was crying. "I, I must have gotten something in my eyes."

"That so?" Nobunaga stroked his beard.

Ranmaru cleared his throat. "Do you require my assistance, my lord?"

"What are you doing out here?"

"I just wanted some peace and quiet, sometime to myself."

"Why?"

Ranmaru opened his mouth to respond, but closed it. What excuse could he make up?

"Today marks the one year anniversary, does it not?"

So he knows. "Yes." Ranmaru tried to swallow, but his mouth went bone dry.

Nobunaga used his thumb to wipe away the tears that had started to form again. "He was a great man."

Ranmaru nodded. He didn't dare talk for fear that his voice would shake.

Nobunaga kissed his forehead. His poor Ranmaru was so sad. "Ran." Blush crept across the youth's cheeks. He'd never called him 'Ran' before. "It's okay."

In a matter of seconds, huge tears started to fall. He threw himself into Nobunaga's chest. "I'm a terrible son. Father must be so disappointed."

Comforting wasn't really something Nobunaga did or was good at. He gently patted his back. "The opportunity will reviel itself. Proper revenge takes time."

Ranmaru exhaled heavily, shacking slightly. "I don't know what to do. Nagayoshi's no help, he just get's angry and breaks things."

Nobunaga kissed the top of his head. He had promised himself the day Yoshimi died that he'd take care of Ranmaru. He had cared for Ranmaru before, but after that day, he had personally saw to Ranmaru's needs better then he did for his own sons.

Ranmaru pulled away, rubbing at his eyes. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have bothered you with my problem." His revenge problem seemed miniscule compared to all the problems Nobunaga had to deal with for uniting Japan.

Nobunaga caressed Ranmaru's cheek. His problems, no matter how small he thought they were, were his problems too.

I have to apologize for this one, it get's choppy in parts and it got to the point were I was more frustrated then having fun, so I ended it. It may not be the best ending, but I don't want to start hating this project