Tenshu: An architectural typology found in Japanese castle complexes. They are easily identifiable as the highest tower within the castle.

Mai

"Hey, settle down, you. We're about to meet your 'dad', don't be impatient," The rowdy tiger in her arms meows longingly, refusing to stay still, making her flinch in pain as he claws on her shoulder. "Ow, ow! That hurts, boy!"

Coming to a stop, Mai first works on detaching the cub off her kimono, bringing him to her eye level and shooting a stern glare, straight into his yellowish eyes. "Alright, let's make this straight. I want no clawing and no biting. Otherwise I'll have to punish you and believe me, neither of us wants that. Are we clear?" As she formerly predicted, the little tiger doesn't hold her gaze for much longer, rumbling softly and casting his eyes down to the floor, pretty much getting her warning.

"That's a good boy," Mai flashes a big smile and readjusts her grip on him, scratching the back of his ear as to reward that improved behavior. She gets a delighted purr in response. "Ah, you like this, don't you? Aw, seems you do, yes you do!"

It's a stroke of luck the ear scratching gesture appears to be generally accepted by all felines. And with the tiger quite more at ease—still squirming a little, yet at least not as desperate as he seemed to be put down after coming to a mutual understanding—by the time she reaches the northern side of Azuchi castle and Masamune's manor comes to sight, Mai once again almost forgets why she was coming over there in the first place.

A pair of men clad in blue robes is stationed by the entrance, chatting idly. One of them, who she can only guess to be Masamune's chief vassal, merely judging by the clothing, acknowledges her with a once over as she approaches.

"Excuse me. I'm the new chatelaine, Mai, and I've come on Lord Nobunaga's orders," It's hard to put up a sort of business stance with a playful tiger cub in her arms, but apparently she doesn't have to as the Date vassal bows down to the waist.

"Oh, greetings, Princess Mai. We were expecting you," The man says with an inviting smile, stepping aside for her to pass with a respectful flourish. "Lord Masamune awaits you inside."

"Thank you. Um, huh?"

Two rows of vassals come into view, all standing in attention and lining either side of the hallway to the main entrance. Moving forward, each pair she passes bow down in sync with her steps, looking pretty much like a royal reception… or walking into a haunted house, it's hard to tell.

She does her best with keeping a straight face as she goes, struggling not to squirm. What's the guy really up to? First I'm a poison tester, then a sword fighter, next an animal tamer, and now I'm treated like a princess? What the heck?

As she reaches the end of the hall, the door opens before her.

"Welcome, Mai…"

A warm and refreshing as spring voice drifts to her, the ears of the cub in her arms tilting up in recognition. As if a spell would be, Mai's drawn inside by Masamune Date's quite distractingly charismatic smile, finding him sitting with his legs folded before a small desk. And if she's a Princess, there's no doubt in her eyes he could absolutely be the charming Prince from tell-tales of old.

But he most certainly knows that, judging by the amused glint in his beautiful eye. "Looks like Shogetsu's found a friend. He doesn't usually let people hold him. Scratches and bites are all he does, the imprudent kit…" He mentions, appearing satisfied.

Huh, so, Shogetsu, written like "bright moon", she guesses. Right, it takes merely one look at Masamune and she can tell he has a moon theme going. Yet even when both owner and pet are making it terribly hard for her to make a solid stand on her next reasoning, Mai knows in her heart someone at least has to.

It may as well be her. "And that's even the more reason you can't keep him!" Her lips purse tight, determined to stand her ground—even if the little cub may or may not already have been growing on her.

The sheer confused look in his face wasn't entirely expected. "What? Why?"

"Because he's a tiger! And he may be a baby now, but that won't be for long! He knocked the wind out of me. What if he hurts or kills someone?" Stalking over to his working desk, she unceremoniously drops Shogetsu into Masamune's lap. "Tigers aren't pets!" She remarks with the best stern look she can manage.

However, Masamune looks all the more stunned for it and doesn't say anything; his one gorgeous sapphire eye wide open, dangerously threatening to break her resolve just as simple as with a look. What!? You have no call to look at me that way! I haven't held a sword to your throat or kept a lethal pet!

But then, he looks genuinely shocked. And to add up to the torture, Shogetsu joins his owner and casts his big and bright yellow eyes towards her, meowing ever so softly. "… Mraow?"

Her heart all but melts at that. Oh, fine!

Huffing in defeat, Mai pinches the bridge of her nose. "Look, as chatelaine, we can't have any 'imprudent kits' on the loose." She remarks sternly, "Just… make sure your kitten doesn't stray,"

She's about to turn on her heels before recalling that's actually not everything she has to say to him. At her flourish, Masamune snaps out of his daze. "I see…"

"Well, that's good, milord." Even sitting cross-legged, he appears taller than life, his single eye intensely fixed on her, idly scratching Shogetsu's cheek.

Slowly, he breaks out into another of those delightful smiles of his, the sort of one that spreads all over his face. "You surprise me again. I knew I wasn't wrong about you!" He grins like a child after getting his birthday present, "And it's just Masamune,"

"O… kay?"

"You scolded me before even saying hello!" A wholehearted cackle bursts out of him, his gaze full of mirth. "I like that boldness! Although… it's not the only thing I like about you…"

Her treacherous heart comes back to life at his honeyed tone, skipping a couple of beats. "Um, okay, alright," As hardened as Mai considers herself to be with shameless flirts such as him, a faint blush creeps up her cheeks nonetheless. "That was rude of me, I'll admit that. So… hello, Masamune," She remarks the informal usage of his name with a sheepish smile, "But listen, we need to—"

Completely out of the blue, Masamune snatches her wrist with fast reflexes that can only be compared with the feline currently squirming out of his lap, dragging her down next to him. That crescent smile and so vivid eye—that mysterious eyepatch—surrounds her entire line of sight. Leaning even closer, his warm breath fanning her face and a very alluring glint in his gaze, Mai's conscious there's no such force in the universe that would help her look away from the rapturing spell in that single eye; her brain sending her signals completely not related to work whatsoever.

"It's alright, kitten. I won't let you stray… again,"

Mai's head tilts to the side just slightly as if hypnotized, feeling wrapped by an ocean of sapphire she's almost too willing to sink and drown into. And his hand affectionately cradling hers is the precise amount of warm, a strong part of her very inclined to admit how appropriate of a time it is to start meowing.

And yet, that spell he just cast on her comes to an abrupt stop once Shogetsu prowls about, surely becoming bored and lonely, before exiting through the door she'd come in from.

Snapping her mouth shut—and for how long has she been staring at him slack-jawed!?—and shyly clearing her throat, she recovers some of her composure by attempting to give him a small piece of his own medicine.

"You say that… while your tiger just ran off again," Mai says sultrily, conveying the same honeyed tone he used on her, playfully tugging at the black straps of his cape. "Maybe reconsider your caretaking ways. Leashing him could do, for starters,"

Masamune's charming smile falters, yet only briefly, going wider as he can't seem to help to laugh out loud. "I'm not the kind of man who'd turn someone against their nature. He's free to roam where he pleases,"

That admission is certainly something she appreciates, but at the same time Masamune's acquiescing ways can't help but feel a tad bit problematic, at least in the long run. Or, for starters, just in that moment; as she considers about ditching the whole situation herself, yet it's equally oh so tempting to stay right there with him, having a presumably very easy conversation.

Taking a defeated sigh, Mai opts out for spill out her concerns before anything else. "We need to talk about this morning, by the way. What the heck was all that about, honestly?"

"Before I answer that, am I your last stop for today?" She nods, not giving it too much thought. "Perfect! That should give us enough time. Let me walk you back and I'll tell you on the way,"

Tenderly squeezing her hand, Masamune rises to his feet, prompting her to do the same and walking her out. "Kojuro! I'm going out! You and the guys watch the place while I'm gone." The vassal named Kojuro who'd led her in and the two rows of the other guys in the hall all answer enthusiastically in the affirmative. "And remember this will be our place for a while, so suit yourselves…" He reminds them, speaking past his shoulder as they turn on the corner.

"You don't have to walk me anywhere, Masamune. I'm comfortable with the castle now, I can get back on my own just fine," Mai can't help but say, not wanting to be a bother. "Soooo, anytime you want to let go of my hand, I can—" She adds with a hint of sarcasm, although doesn't truly mean that, deep down.

For some reason her comment does nothing but goad Masamune on, tucking her hand in the crook of his elbow instead. "Don't be shy, kitten. Come on!" His bright grin breaks all possible attempts for a negative, "I promise I don't bite… unless asked for, sure thing,"

Mai snorts, shaking her head as to try hiding the amused smile in her face. Somehow and for all intents and purposes, that hurricane of a man manages to draw her in every single time, as if they're bound by invisible handcuffs or another power in the universe.

And as he takes her through downtown Azuchi, she resorts to stop swimming against the tides for once—knowing deep in her heart it's becoming almost impossible to stay away from the force that is Masamune Date.

"Would you look at that sky, kitten…"

Mai follows Masamune's eyes, both humming in appreciation at the clear sky above, a pretty much tolerable cold breeze brushing past as they stroll together throughout town. As for having already given up on her hand, still tucked in his elbow, she allows herself to enjoy their idle walk.

"By the way, I have all I need at my manor," Masamune points out, dropping the subject entirely before it even began.

"Right. Crap, I was about to ask you that," She mentally slaps herself—leave it to him to make her completely forget about her job, and on her first day, no less. "But wait. You knew why I was coming to see you?"

He shoots her a sideways glance, "I'm the one who told Nobunaga to give you this task in the first place…"

"Really? Huh. And why is that?"

Shrugging as if not considering it a big deal, his eye returns to their surroundings. "You looked apprehensive about the size of the castle and the people in it. Now you've got some faces to put to all the manors…"

Idly stroking her fingers with his free hand before going chilly from the breeze, they briefly fall into a companionable silence, leaving Mai to ponder. In truth, she did think it was a good way to spend her first day on the job.

Quite at ease with each other, her eyes wander as they stroll past a tight row of merchant stalls, displaying multiple sources of shopping—from fabrics, housing adornments, to jewelry for women. Sadly so, the latter stall seems particularly packed up for her to take a better look at, the broad back of a tall man in earthen-colored robes covering half the shiny merchandise on display.

It's not like they were out for shopping either way. "So, let me guess. Were all those tricks a way to make sure I remember everyone?" Mai wonders, shooting Masamune a questioning look.

He cackles loudly, as free and careless as the breeze brushing past them. "Ha! No, I set those up so you wouldn't get bored, of course!" Why, how nice of him. Mai can't help but snort, not truly mad at the fact yet not appreciating it either. "Did you enjoy them? I wanted gifts that would make you feel welcomed,"

She tugs scornfully at his blue sleeve with her free hand. "Those weren't 'gifts' per say, Masamune. They were more like pranks!"

The glare she sends his way doesn't make him flinch in the slightest. On the contrary, his smirk turns smugger, "You could just admit you had a fun time, you know…"

"No, I really didn't!" She rolls her eyes, huffing exaggeratedly. "But maybe Mitsuhide did, though…"

Either way, they could keep that circular argument going all day to no avail. Whatever complaints she lodged with Masamune, so far it looks like it'd run off him like water off a duck's back. I should probably take a page out of his book. Though that reminds me of my poor sketchbook!

As they turn on another row of stalls, presumably about to make their way back to the castle, people seem to recognize him—or most precisely, the female audience.

"Look, it's Lord Masamune!" A woman nudges her lady friend's side, happily waving their way. "Oh, is that the beautiful Princess everyone's talking about?"

What? They know about me already? But I've barely spent less than a week here!

"Aaw, they make a lovely couple!" The second woman appears to squeal in delight.

Masamune's smirk turns into a full impish grin, tilting his head politely in greeting at the onlookers, but otherwise looking so blatantly full of himself to correct the women—his chin a little straighter, shoulders more squared, clearly appearing to show off. A couple, huh? Oh, if only they knew.

To their credit, walking arm in arm probably made it look like a couple. Romance and dating, especially the latter, must be another one of those things that's changed drastically in 500 years. Regardless, she's quite honestly the last person to talk about on the matter.

Well, for better or worse, at least it looks like I've made a friend here—if I can call him that.

Testing the waters on that tidbit, she gives Masamune a friendly nudge with her elbow. "Didn't take you for showing off," She says low, only for him to hear.

"I'm not hearing you complain about it, kitten…"

The so charming smile he sends her way makes her flush all in a sudden, prompting her to change the subject before making an embarrassment of herself. "So, um," Mai coughs awkwardly, "That was a pretty short answer to my former question, by the way. It certainly didn't require a whole walk. Why didn't you just tell me at your place?"

Masamune quirks a curious brow, "For all that questioning, I thought I'd already answered that as well,"

"Um, no? I'm pretty sure you didn't?"

"Oh, so, when you want to know something in your future time, you just stand there and talk about it?" He wonders, hinting some disbelief in that fact alone.

"Well, generally, yes…" Mai is inclined to admit.

He shrugs at that, also seeming inclined to accept that. "To me, action is a more reliable way to get an honest answer out of someone." Right, that brings her back to the events of last night with the sword display. Honestly, I'd rather talk. "Also it's a lovely day out, don't you think? Good for exercise,"

On that, she can wholeheartedly agree with, giving him an appreciative smile before falling into another comfortable silence. On their way back to Azuchi Castle, Mai can't help glancing at him from time to time, watching the way the midday sun takes on the best of his handsome features. Drifting onto her thoughts, she sizes up how best to handle a man like him from there on. Is he just optimistic? Sure that he knows best and can't possibly be inconveniencing other people?

One thing's for sure, and that's Masamune seems to be permanently set at high speed, although it isn't precisely a bad thing. To be fair, she should have figured that out from their horse ride on their first encounter. And yet, for how slow everything seems to work in that past time, Mai won't deny it's a nice change of pace.

"You're a very different kind of man." There's no real judgment in her musing, merely stating out a fact.

However, Mai doesn't realize she'd been voicing her thoughts until Masamune turns another curious brow back at her. "That's a compliment, right?"

The subtle doubt in his voice tempts her to tease him a little for a hot second, but opts out of it a moment later. It feels somewhat rude, after all, and he did just take her out for a walk. "Just in this case, yes."

Mai allows herself a genuine smile and he returns it with a dashing one of his own, about to approach the main gates of Azuchi Castle. All in all, Masamune Date seems to get a lot of pleasure out of life while blithely ignoring the rules and to be quite honest, she finds that admirable—if not also partially relatable.

"You haven't slept in three days!?"

Her breakfast tray almost falls off her hands, gaping at the relaxed figure of Mitsunari Ishida like a fish out of the water. Being that involved in a book is certainly a skill, but as impressive as it is, seems it's also dangerous.

"It's not that unusual, and I probably won't pass out," The young strategist is quick to come up with an excuse, appearing fairly used to do such a thing. "Although I typically only do that when we're busy,"

As he sets his reading glasses aside, she begins to come to the realization of what everyone was trying to warn her about. I think I understand why he walked into that pillar now…

"Those glasses look cool. I didn't know they had been invented yet…" Mai is inclined to admit as he sets the tray between the two of them on a spare table. It would've been truly sad if a bookworm like Mitsunari seems to be couldn't be able to read properly. Plus, they seem to look very nice on him, and the thin silver frames set his amethyst eyes off in a really pretty way.

"Invented… yet?" At that, her eyes go wide.

"I-I meant, um, I haven't seen people use glasses around here, um—" She stammers, cursing her stupid tongue inwardly. This is totally my fault for spending too much time with Masamune. Seven hells! "Soooo, just tell me, is the rice of your liking, Mitsunari?"

Hoping he'd forget about her slip, turns out he does so more easily than what she'd have expected. "I don't know if I have a preference for any particular food," He admits with a shrug while folding his legs and taking a seat before her on the table. "I've always eaten these because it's convenient,"

Almost as if to prove a point, Mitsunari hurries through his tray of breakfast in the same way he did the other morning with Masamune's zunda-mochi, as if the act of having a meal is an obstacle. "The sooner I finish eating, the faster I can get back to reading. The last time I ate I had dried rice too..." 'The last time I ate?' Why don't I like the sound of that? "That's it. It was the day before yesterday."

"The day before yesterday?" Astounded, all she could do is repeat what he'd said.

"I had so many good books arrive yesterday morning that I couldn't wait to start reading them. Luckily, that one I just finished was the last." Mitsunari quirks a sheepish smile before wolfing down another piece of rice in a mere second.

… How are you alive?

Sure thing, her own lifestyle couldn't be considered the healthiest in the world—not even to her modern age standards—but Mitsunari's case sounds practically inconceivable. "That's… that's—" Mai struggles to come up with real words, all but astonished. "That's not good at all, Mitsunari. You can't keep living that way,"

She's not truly the type of scolding people on their preferred routines, but as far as it goes, Mai's pretty much obliged to do so. Besides, his health is actually one of the perks of her current job.

For the matter, whatever retort he might have had, he doesn't seem to have it at all, flashing another of his terribly endearing smiles. "I didn't expect you to care so much about me. I've never met someone as thoughtful as you before, Lady Mai!"

That's definitely not the reaction she was expecting in the first place, looking away sheepishly when his amethyst eyes twinkle happily, just like she might from looking at so bright sunlight. For reasons partially unbeknownst to her, he seems truly pleased.

And that's not bad per say, but why is he so pleased to begin with? "I just want to see you healthy and happy, Mitsunari," All she feels about doing with that is shrug it off a little, "Take it from me, but living this way may hurt you in the long run…"

Setting his cup of tea aside, he reaches for her hand. "Thank you for your concerns, that means so much to me," The blinding smile in his face falters just slightly, yet he sounds genuinely grateful all the same. "And since it matters to you, I'll put in the effort. On that, I promise,"

Mai tilts her head in partial surprise until a grateful smile of her own reaches her lips. That's a wonderful start! Finally there's someone willing to work with me!

It's been scarcely a week and a half since her arrival to that detached, dangerous time in the past, but it's thanks to Mitsunari Ishida's sunny smile that she feels truly welcomed among the people she met there, her mood improving drastically. Getting news of Sasuke's whereabouts would certainly make it all the better, but making another friend in the young strategist feels quite comforting as it is.

And so, while watching him finish breakfast and more at ease than in the past days, Mai settles for facing the rest of the day ahead much more positively.

… And to her disgrace, her bright mood only lasts for so long.

Humming low in partial concern and anticipation, she stumbles upon no one else than Mitsuhide Akechi on the dim-lighted hallways, appearing to be returning to his quarters with a pile of books in his hands. "Oh, hello, Mitsuhide. Still working this late?"

Quirking up one of his mobile brows, he looks down at her, "I'm afraid some of us cannot afford a good night's rest," Mitsuhide excuses himself with ease, his golden eyes appearing to come alive with a gleam of curiosity, "But I could ask the same of you, dear chatelaine,"

"Well, Nobunaga has just summoned me to his tenshu…" She shrugs, hoping that to be enough detailing, not truly looking forward to being the subject of his scrutiny, of all people in the castle.

If he has any reaction whatsoever, Mitsuhide seems quite the master in hiding it. "My, my, has he already?" He just says, a very impish smirk creeping up to his elegant lips. However, he doesn't lean her in whatever off-putting thoughts he may be having, stepping aside for her to pass. "Why, don't let me keep you then, milady,"

Mai shoots a skeptical look at that, but the mysterious warlord is quick to be out of her hair to notice, disappearing past a corner without further ado. Determined to not let that ruin her nice mood, she pulls Mitsuhide's vague commenting out of her mind and goes on her current matters at hand, walking the stairs up to Nobunaga's tenshu.

Out of politeness, she knocks on the door before seeing herself in. "Excuse me," The Lord of Azuchi Castle meets her on his working desk, barely bothering himself to acknowledge her. "I've been told you wanted to see me, Nobunaga,"

"Yes." More than at ease for her personal liking, Nobunaga carefully sets his writing brush aside before meeting her eyes. "Tonight, I shall bed you."

WHAT IN ALL HELLS AND HEAVENS!?

A-N: I'm smooching and giving a golden star to the one who figures out the sort of easter egg here (?)