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This chapter is just a side story or an omake if you want to call it. It was inspired by Nishino Kana's awesome song "MAYBE"
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Chapter 6.5
Megohime lied on her side with eyes closed. It was already too late at night. Till moments ago she was chatting with her husband about random stuff. It had been a week since he moved all of his things to her room and declared that he's going to share that room with her forever. Sleeping next to him was still feeling strange to her.
Megohime, while lying facing the other direction from Masamune, felt a hand on her shoulder. "Masamu—" and before finishing her sentence her husband was printing a kiss on her cheek as he ran his hand along her arm till he found her hand and held it. Slowly Megohime turned to lie on her back while Masamune positioned himself on the top of her. He cupped her face in his hands and looked straight into her eyes. "You're too beautiful, Mego. Too beautiful that I don't want anyone else looking at you." He said that and leaned closer to kiss her on the lips. Then he moved up to kiss her on the forehead. Megohime felt something heavy pressing on her chest as she kissed back and looked at his face. She felt as if she was suffocating. Slowly she closed her eyes while he was moving her hair away from her face, and unexpectedly warm tears found their way out of her closed eyes. Seeing that Masamune whispered "Mego… Why are you crying?"
"I don't know…"
"You're really a cry baby."
She moved one arm over her eyes and bit her lower lip, crying silently.
"Mego?"
"It's too much…"
"What is it?"
"It feels… like… It feels like my feelings are overflowing…"
She slowly moved her army away and tried to wipe her tears, but he gently moved her hand away and wiped her tears himself. She opened her still wet eyes to look at him.
"Only Masamune-sama makes me feel like this…"
"…"
"It makes me want to keep you here and never letting you go… never letting you out of my sight."
More tears ran down. Masamune gently kissed her on the lips, then slowly moved up and kissed her eyes, feeling the salty taste in his mouth. "… I'm sorry for saying such a selfish thing, Masamune-sama." Megohime said as she opened her eyes to look at him. He was smiling. "Will I sound selfish if I said that your tears made me happy?" he asked. "Yes" she answered at once, "… but I don't mind." She always knew that he is just a child who longs for affection. Sometimes she wonders if he takes her love as just a replacement for the love he longed for from his mother. He surely enjoyed all the attention she pays him, and he surely acted spoiled a lot around her. But tonight she was the one who is acting spoiled and selfish with no doubt. No matter from which angle you look at it, their love was childish and intense.
And it was surely troubling someone so much…
"Masamune-sama, do your best! Beat him! Oh, sorry Katakura-dono."
"It's okay, don't you worry, Mego-sama."
"Ha! Kojuuro, you sound like a sore loser. Why don't you just get married and have your wife chee… Kojuuro?"
"Yes, Masamune-sama?"
"Did you just call her Mego-sama?"
"Yes he did call me that, Masamune-sama."
"My deepest apologies!"
"Your apologies won't erase what you said. Kojuuro, prepare yourself to be defeated by this mighty wooden sword of the one-eyed dragon!"
"Kya! Masamune-sama is fighting for me!"
"With all due respect, but aren't you being a bit unfair, Masamune-sama? Everyone in the castle are calling her Mego-sama"
"You did it again, Kojuuro! Now die"
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"I'll perfect it because I'm Oushuu's Date Megohime." She replied with a solid stare. "If the time comes for me to hold a sword and fight, I'll do just that. We women don't like to be a burden for you, so we try to get stronger. And if we're strong enough, you men will be more at ease in the battlefield, right?"
Kojuuro wasn't expecting a well thought reply as that. He couldn't reply. He just nodded and smiled then his attention was back to his cup of tea.
