Author: Nami-chan.
Pairing : :DateSana, MotoMoto, KoSasu, IeMitsu, and some other I won't spoil
Disclaimers : I think we all would like to have the on right Sengoku Basara, but it's not my case
Dragon Tales Book Two
Part 34
It stared at him earnestly. This thing would let him out of its gaze, its eyes glazed and lifeless causing cold sweat to run on Masamune's back. A kind of satisfaction and a sort of raw hunger appeared in its expression. It was almost human, yet too animal to be clearly recognizable as such. That face, no, that distorted snoot which looked as pasty than sticky rice ranged from the form of a dragon and something that Masamune could not compare, something more primitive.
Of the five heads, it was the only one currently watching him, as the others were still busy to search for who knew not what, pointing in all directions except toward Masamune. This head was following his every movement and the smile it had displayed after spotting Masamune was ever so present if not more pronounced. Either way, Masamune didn't know whether to fully trust his senses or not. However, its gelatinous neck seemed to harden second by second, as if the creature was finally finding anchor in the real world.
Masamune understood that he had to act fast if he wanted to counter the beast before it joined the battlefield were the rest of the army was. For now, watched as he was, he had to carefully calculate every move. He also kept his eyes fixed on the creature, ready to anticipate and respond to the first sign of hostility.
The greatest prudence was required and Masamune had to quickly think of a way to put this thing down. This part was the most difficult, considering the fact that many external factors prevented him from concentrating. The others heads and the other dragons which were around them shouldn't be forgotten.
His lower lip clamped between his teeth, Masamune wondered if still he had time to wait for reinforcements.
That's when a strange noise caught his attention. Years spent on the battlefield had taught to Masamune not to waste time with unnecessary instinctive reactions. So instead of immediately turning his head toward the sound, he could only clench Murakumo in his hand, his eyelids narrowing as his eye looked sharply at Orochi. It was humanly impossible for him to look both toward the sky were the more predominant treat was and toward the ground were the noise came from.
The noise sounded again though, closer this time and Masamune had to resign himself to let his eye leave Orochi even for an instant, because another part of his instinct told him that what was coming from the bottom of the hill wasn't just a mere animal.
A swearing word he heard only once coming out from Motochika's mouth crossed Masamune's lips as had to take a step back, alarmed by what he saw coming from the hill side. The maker, or rather the makers of the noises because they were in fact a small group of of about sixty men, was actually coming right closer to him all divided between him, the hill slope and Orochi.
One of them made that little sound again, his mouth opening slightly in a guttural cry like one a wounded animal would let out. His head seemed too heavy to bear and nodded to one side, each slow and painful step ringing him closer to Masamune.
They all were members of the Date clan, Masamune saw their armor every day and couldn't be wrong on that fact. But for now the man was unrecognizable, expressionless, almost dead looking. They were unmistakably possessed too.
The one closest to Masamune had a distinctly deformed leg. His leg was covered by scales and was grotesque like the man has started his transformation into a Dragon but had failed half-way, the leg was longer and larger than his human one and it made him limp. Other had their arm in the same state or both arms and legs if it weren't affecting their head, in fact everyone had any visible part of their body half transformed.
Every men before him has been reduced do this grotesque and painful half-Dragon states. Their human part conflicting with the form of their ancestors.
Kojuuro once had wanted to protect Masamune from this, because it could have happened to him too, the half-blooded bastard king. Masamune could only remember the pain he had felt at the time whenever he had tried to turn into a full Dragon. Now he could saw that suffering in their eyes.
And his men arose as a new obstacle between him and Orochi. If he wanted to pass, he would have to go through them... but they were innocent, they couldn't be aware of what they were doing, Masamune was sure of that. Masamune refused to kill them even if they would try to go after him.
One of Dragons flying around the blue eyed head was none other than Kojuuro. And although he still had difficulty to acknowledge it, Masamune couldn't deny the fact. His right eye, his most important ally, the person to whom he could rely on always had laid hands on him and tried to fry him.
Orochi had dared to take him away from him.
Orochi's destructive force had went through Masamune too. He clearly had felt when the demon had called on his people. There was no doubt that it was it who forced the full blooded Dragon to do act against him. First Orochi had taken Yukimura from him and now Kojuuro too? It was only giving one more reason for Masamune to annihilate the existence of this creature.
Masamune refused to loose Kojuuro too. He already imagined the face Kojuuro would make when he would be freed from the demon influence, and Masamune couldn't help but the let the corner of is lip rise as he thought that he should already start thinking of a way to make Kojuuro forgive himself first. Because his right eyes was rather tedious when he failed to protect Masamune.
The blue-eyed head emitted a sort of mocking yowling sound at Masamune, and he could swear that the creature was laughing at him and his dilemma.
His glare stronger than ever, he held Murakumo up.
"Do you see that, you skunk. This blade is for you." Masamune roared.
More than anger, it was pure hatred that flowed into Masamune's vein, like a cold and frozen magma ready to explode and overflow him.
His provocation said, Masamune rushed down the slope, ready to end this for good this time. His legs strengthened by his Dragon force carried him much faster than a normal human. Well, he always relied on Kojuuro when it came to strategy development, so being deprived of his right eyes he choice his usual way of going head on.
The beast smile thinned when it saw what Masamune was holding, and its lips had turned down in a sort of disgusted snarl, then the head had opened it mouth to deploy a screeching cry full of threat and rage.
When they heard the cry, the dragons flying above abruptly stopped before flying at full speed toward the four corner of Sekigahara plain. The assault had been ordered.
Masamune gritted his teeth seeing his people unwillingly going towards the danger. Could he be angry at those who will attack those Dragons if they were defending themselves? He redoubled his speed, now he had to force Orochi to free them before it was to late. Dragons were strong but the human soldiers were numerous, Masamune knew who would ultimately end up victorious. Inwardly he hoped Kojuuro would hold on long enough. Yukimura was able to resist a little time when the demon had taken hold of his heart, he was certain his right eye could resist the demon too. But what could he do more than hope?
Act.
The half-dragon soldier that could hardly move let alone fly like the fully transformed Dragons continued to head right on Masamune, but now there was a rush in their pace that foreshadowed no good for him. They had gathered in a compact group right on his way.
He wouldn't be able to pass without confronting them.
The leather scabbard made a muffled noise when he struck the first half-dragon soldier in the ribs. The man fell to the floor in a clatter of members and dust like a disjointed puppet. Another tried to seize Masamune but Murakumo's scabbard brought him down too.
Although he expected it would be difficult for him to wield such a weapon with the little practice time he had had since they had discovered it gathering dust in a warehouse of the Tokugawa clan, Masamune had to admit he had trouble getting used to the long length of the blade.
He hardly had time to understand how to correct his posture in accordance. Even so, that one he had chosen to better optimize the length of the blade didn't seem natural to him. The more light and airy feel of his own sword was missing, his fingers were more accustomed to be closed around six handle and having to grasp only one with both his hand left an impression of discomfort. More so he didn't like the vibrations that coursed through the covered blade every time he hit something hard.
The fifteen of his men trying to stop him was a rather welcomed training, at least now he knew what to expect when he handled Murakumo in real fights.
Masamune narrowly dodged when a soldier came into his back trying to catch Murakumo. His breath caught for the second when he registered that it was one of those he had just sent to bite the dust, crawling to him in his desperation to grab Masamune. He wasn't the only one, all those that Masamune had downed were already up, continuing to pursue him. Masamune struck them with a force enough to crush an ox's bone yet they always came rose up soon after, driven by an incredible force.
The problem was that Masamune had no time to think about how to efficacioulsy incapacitate them when he counted the seconds that separated him from Orochi. At least so far, the creature had seem to wait for Masamune watching him struggle and he could hope the creature would continue. Given the size of this thing, it was impossible to guess the extent of damage a step forward would cause and Masamune had no desire to find out now.
After all, they still were members of his clan before everything. People he had himself drawn into this war while he sworn to protect them, to ensure that no more of them find an unjust death. Masamune refused to hurt them more than he already was, no matter if they still went after him, he just have to be faster than them.
One of them thrust his fingers into Masamune's ribs, moaning when he grabbed his lord. He was easily dislodged but Masamune could only register that they had had the intelligence to form another barrier behind him, cutting off any possible retreat and preventing him to bypass the one in front of him. And in addition the soldiers before him had begun to form a tighter wall, difficult to cross if he still refused to hit harder.
But yet these men didn't seem capable of coherent thought, not when they weren't reacting to any pain Masamune inflected, not when they didn't even respond the cries of war their king yelled at them. It was obvious now, Masamune couldn't have been mistaken when he thought that was that horrible demon dictating them their orders, the one which manipulated them., as it did with the others fully transformed Dragons.
Masamune's eye suddenly widened when he realized something. Orochi not only controlled some of his men. He controlled every Dragons with enough old blood to answer him, all of his soldier... all of them... every Dragon cell in them had responded to Orochi.
And that was entirelly responsible, because it was he, Masamune their king who had led them here.
From the beginning, he had played right into the demon game. Aisu had baited him, pushed him to follow him in this trap without thinking, leading his people with him, leading his people in this ordeal. He had offered his men on a silver plater to that creature.
He gave Kojuuro to Orochi...
More than ever, Masamune felt like a fool and his honor as a warrior hurt while he pushed away two of his soldiers with the scabbard of the legendary sword.
His rage against himself but also against Aisu and the whole of Orochi gathered in one single cry that sounded like thunder clap following a powerful lightning bolt. His hatred grew as cold as the icy plains of the north.
More than ever, he couldn't wait to make Orochi pay a hundredfold.
His will reheated at this idea, Masamune resigned himself to do what he had to pass, even if it mean permanently injuring his men. It was all his fault after all, he was already ready to assume full responsibility.
Too focused on his goal, he certainly hadn't expected that a scatter of bright pink arrow would fly past him. First agitated by this sudden attack that barely missed him, Masamune turned quickly to confront the perpetrator, realizing just a second after he'd never been the target of this attack.
The fact that he turned around just when Keiji, armed with his long saber as wide as a beam that Masamune had rarely seen out of its sheath, ran toward the group of men holding it horizontally in front of him.
It was effective because the next moment, Masamune saw the men that were restrained by the arrows of light fall to the ground under Keiji's brute force.
"We'll take care of them, Mr. Date!" shouted a female voice clearer and more determined than Masamune ever heard coming from her.
He grimaced, his upper lip pursed in disbelief to have been helped by a little girl and a playboy. Well, it was still help and it was welcomed when he thought about the size of what he was about to face. Keiji was an idiot of a pacifist and if Masamune hadn't already seen him fight he could have doubted that Keiji knew how to handle a sword, in Tsuruhime case though he certainly felt a kind of hidden power in her and knew that her bow wasn't only meant for divination purpose. To see her actually use it was something else.
Before his hesitation, Keiji intervened from where he maintained part of the assailant to the ground:
"Go, Masamune! We will do them no harm, I promise. Now go save the others, we are counting on you." he encouraged
It was disturbing to see this natural happy man with a forced smile on his face. Also his eyes were still red from tears he must have shred and Masamune had never seen this big man cry, not even when laughing too hard. Tsuruhime face was sullen too, she probably had seen things that she wasn't prepared to face.
Somehow it made Masamune think of the little Itsuki girl who had insisted so much to follow him because she too knew the ravages of war and wanted to fight to stop it. Masamune had used all his persuasion to make her and her boyfriend stay out of his last battles because no matter what she had seen in his short life, he couldn't voluntarily expose a child to the reality of war.
Her bow drawn Tsuruhime fired into the sky, the same pink arrow of light falling between the enemies Keiji couldn't contain. They completely froze, only gasp and laments escaping from their throat.
"Go dammit! We don't have much time!" Tsuruhime insisted.
Even Keiji winced at the tone she had used, and she swore too. Was he bad influence ?
With one last uncertain look on his men struggling to break free from Keiji and Tsuruhime, Masamune nodded his thank the other two.
"Thanks." He blurted.
"We don't do this for you, we do it for Motochika, Yukimura and Magoichi." Keiji said, whispering the end of his sentence as if it were only for himself.
Masamune raised rolled his eye. Keiji really was stupid if he believed Masamune cared about his ego at such a time. The vagabond shrugged one shoulder as best he could in his position and let his comment pass as if it was a joke.
It was not the time to waste time in details, Masamune still thanked his companions of their impromptu aid. Sill, he was really relieved because he knew he could trust them with his men life's. He walked around Keiji, not even sparring a glance at his men when he heard their groan of protest as they struggled increasingly hard to escape. No, because his attention was back on Orochi. He resumed his run toward the creature, nothing standing between him and it now.
Tsuruhime waited for him to be out of hear range, pulling arrows after arrows to nail Masamune's men to the ground she addressed Keiji.
"Don't underestimate Magoichi. She will recover from his injuries and come back stronger than ever you'll see..." she stated, a ghost of her usual cheerfulness quickly passing on her face.
The soldiers under Keiji's giant sword began to bite and hit him trying to be freed forcing him to eventually stand up again. Keiji jumped and faced them again, he stood his back against Tsuruhime's as he prepared himself for a new rush forward.
This time a genuine smile stretched his lips.
"I believe in your prediction, Tsuru." he chuckled.
The Masamune pace began to slow down when it came close enough for any of Orochi heads to catch him. The creature's slow movement gave Masamune enough time to see coming down but he had to be careful still, because no one knew what the thing was really capable of.
No grimace resembling a smile was visible on the heads of the creature now as its were all turned to him. However, Masamune sported a confident one, like a flag showing all the promises of pain he destined to Orochi.
Whatever if he were to spend days and days cutting this beast piece by piece, bit by bit with Murakumo, he would stop this thing at all costs. Whatever if it was too big and that his weapon had no more impact than a toothpick on Orochi's scale, he will plant this toothpick as many times as it took to draw blood in all the sensitive parts he could reach.
He will make Orochi regret not staying in its barrels of sake.
Now that he was close enough, Masamune could better distinguish the grotesque appearance of the five heads. Even more than the body of the creature, it was these things mounted atop their long waving necks that inspired the greatest terrors to those who saw them. They were all very different from each other though.
Masamune sighed...Ieyasu didn't even prepare him to beat such a huge thing...
The one in the middle, the one that had those blue eyes recognizable from miles away was also the one that seemed the most stable, because the deformation of its features that happened from time to time was almost imperceptible now contrary to the others and it was more formed than the first time Masamune had laid his eye on it. It was something between the normal form of a Dragon and a snake jaw with its characteristic v form. Longer scales exceeded from atop his head and came down on the side of its head and although the rest of the body was of a pale blue gray, this head that had a hint of red and brown on this strange scales. This could have vaguely resembled hair if the head was an human own.
The one at the far left seemed to consistently go in the opposite direction from the others and once or twice Masamune had seen it trying to bite anything coming within his reach, this head had some sort of brown scale crest on its head and of clear brown eyes. Its form was still oscillating between the muzzle of a dragon and a more feline face.
The directly to the right of the central head had large expressive brown eyes, it had a sort of crown made of scale around his skull and they were grass tinged. It relied regularly on the central head, as if his neck wasn't strong enough to support it.
The head on the far right had a strange sort of beard made of scales and spikes and stood proudly, haughty and steeper than the others, it also seemed larger and it was staring at Masamune with an expectant look, showing no other expression.
Finally the last one, directly to the left of the central head was missing its left eye, the place were it should have been was an empty orbit adorned by three long scars, breaking the semblance of symmetry that earned each head as the seconds passed, the scales around his head were white and the they lifted and moved as the wind passed through them showing they indeed were flexible one.
A shinning thing caught Masamune's eye, more than the strange dance these heads were making as they undulated before him, waiting for him to within range without being able to refrain their bloodthirs.
The shinning object was spherical and was incrusted under the chin of the head in the middle, right on its throat. Masamune at first thought it was only a strange misplaced scale but the energy that this sphere emitted reached him by wave, too strong and identifiable for it to belong to a mere part of Orochi.
He shuddered in spite of himself because he knew had felt a similar energy before and he was currently holding the source of it in his hand.
This sphere came into resonance with Murakumo. Masamune could feel the energy pulsing in his hand, calling, not him but his sword, an invitation like the one he had felt when Orochi had taken this form and called upon the Dragons. It wasn't strong enough for Masamune not to be able to resist it, but it was still sufficiently intriguing that he wanted to see that black sphere more closely.
Damn, Keiji and Tsuruhime wouldn't be too much to distract the creature while he attempted to cut one or two of its heads.
It was too late no to turn back to see where they were, and impossible to expect further reinforcements because he couldn't wait anymore.
Orochi lifted a leg, much faster than its massive form should have allowed it, and when it fell to the ground the earth shook and a thick cloud of dust rose. Masamune kept balance with difficulty and if it had not had an extra appendage behind him he would certainly had fallen under the force of the impact.
The creature strength returned to it every second Masamune wasted thinking, considering his options.
The truth was that Masamune felt nothing when he thought about this fight. The challenge, the anger that should have fueled him wasn't enough compared to the feeling of pity that had seized him as he observed the creature. His hatred was vibrant but he refused to be driven by this emotion.
It was not even close to what he had felt in confronting Mitsunari. The lightning that normally would run through his veins was nothing more than a spark, and that spark was looking for the friction that would transform it back into roaring storm.
Only one man on earth had ever been able to do that
Since this creature had appeared in front of him, it was like something in his heart had been shut. The presence that until then nourished his lightning was gone, unreachable. Masamune refused to recall the last time he felt such a silence in himself. He thought he would never go through that again.
Impossible to know why but the sphere on Orochi's neck reminded him of this presence. His theory was that he was still here somewhere, even if lost their link after the eclipse, it just too weak for him to perceive it. Masamune had to remind himself this or accept the fact Orochi could eventually have completely devoured Yukimura's soul and that was impossible to just consider it.
Slowly, he pulled Murakumo out of its scabbard, anticipating the rush of the ancient energy coming from the blade. Never before had he released it, preferring to get gradually getting accustomed to the burden its power imposed on his body.
In his Dragon shape, holding the sheathed sword in his hand hadn't felt any different than holding others weapon but holding it now while he opened it, while he fully revealed the blade, the effort he had to provide even just to keep his hands around it made sweat bead on his forehead and made him dizzy.
Still, he had always wanted to see the blade. Now Masamune could tell it was a beautiful work of art, it's shiny black blade sending beam of light when the sun it it the right way. What metal could it be? Masamune certainly had never seen anything like it. The only decoration engraved in it was a finely traced cloud right before the blade collar. Murakumo, or using its full name Ame no Murakumo no tsurugi, the sword of the sky that cleave the clouds, it made sense to have such design. Yes, it was indeed the sword true name and Masamune felt like he could really pierce the heavens with it.
It took him some more time to get to this new wave of energy that surged into him, where once was his extinguished lightning. It was exhilarating, incredible, glorious, it was like fighting a duel with Yukimura again and again and again. But it felt like exact opposite too, like he was relaxing under the sun. So conflicting yet so warm.
And Masamune could bear this warmth.
But in fact, like Ieyasu's warned him about, he could also tell that he couldn't bear it forever, since the power source of the sword didn't come from nowhere. It drew on Masamune's own strength and amplified it. Already, though he managed to regain a normal breathing rate, Masamune could feel the muscles in his arm protested as they grew tired.
Whatever even if the sword was emptying him of his life forces as long as it was what it take to defeat Orochi.
For the first time fear appeared through the blue-eyed head expression when it realized that Masamune could unsheathe the sword. Immediately, Orochi started to lift its other leg and soon bought it back to earth hitting the ground stronger than the first leg and allowing the creature to win several meters forward. His massive body almost dug a trench while moving as it massive tail pushed it.
Thank to its new position Orochi was finally able to reach Masamune and promptly attacked him. I was the bearded head that first went through the air fast enough to create a headwind, his long neck easily crossing the distance between its fangs and Masamune. However his jaw closed a few centimeters away from Masamune.
"Heh, your impatience makes my job easier." Masamune provoked while he skillfully dodged the thing.
The head had no time to rise and Masamune fell on it, Murakumo cutting through the exposed scale of its neck. The cut was much shallower than Masamune had hoped, but the head was moving fast and managed to escape him as it let out a pained and surprised roar. To his utter amazement, Masamune felt like he hit something liked were it should have been solid and this observation made him frown.
"Looks like you're going to be a real challenge after all."
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Who could have thought that for the day marking history as the greatest battle of this era,, that while the two largest armies of Japan was clashing, Matsunaga could take a relaxing walk across the battlefield undisturbed by anyone.
Patiently, one hand resting on his lower back, he took step after step, waiting for moment where the eclipse would end.
The way things had unfolded had exceeded all he could have expected but it that wouldn't be a bother. Quite the contrary because the events promised to be more than interesting and whatever could happen the final outcome will still be in his favor, he made sure of that.
The first light announcing the return of the sun appeared and with it came the daylight on Sekigahara.
A smile tugged at the corner of Matsunaga's lips when the light revealed Aisu's ultimate choice to him.
"My poor friend, I had hoped that you would put more struggle and be more resourceful. Well, I guess the least that I can do now is to make sure that the black angel never come near you and your beautifully new form. " He said in a slightly bored voice.
He began to chuckle slightly once his sentence was complete. Its been a long time sin he had as much fun as today.
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Motonari wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his gloved hand, narrowing his eye in discontent at the Dragon that had collapsed to the ground before him.
This animal had had the guts to attack him and his unit, plunging on them from the sky while they were still dazed after the eclipse. Suffice to say that the beast didn't oppose great resistance to Motonari's and Sorin's parade platform respective strikes back.
Thing about Sorin, Motonari had to wonder who would have thought that this little nekomata possessed such striking power.
The boy was mounted on sort of small mobile platform with railing and all, using his prayer book as a weapon and hitting the Dragon with beam of light coming from Xavi as Sorin kept proclaiming. Moreover, Motonari swore he saw little bald and bearded cherubs come and support his hits sometimes.
He had put that hallucination under the count of the emotional turmoil he was experiencing since before the eclipse. The fox half of his being was plagued by an instinctive fear of something he couldn't explain.
Finally giving himself in this fight allowed him to focus on something else, and it didn't take long for Motonari to recompose, now he was furious after the Dragon for having forced him to do so much efforts. Being clammy and sweaty wasn't something he particularly enjoyed.
The men behind them had bartered their musical instruments for spears but had remained cautiously behind them during the fight, leaving Motonari and Sorin to do most of the work.
What use had those pawn if they refused to be sacrificed?
His circular blade in hand, Motonari cautiously approached the fallen Dragon. It was lying on the ground and had difficulty breathing, its earth-colored scales had been blackened by fire and reddened with blood. Neither him nor Sorin had been gentle with their strike, but the point was that the Dragon had clearly showed his intentions to see them dead when he attacked.
"Sunday!" Sorin suddenly exclaimed, holding Motonari back while he was about to finish the Dragon. "The teachings of Xavi concerns every creature!"
Motonari used his free and to push back a stray strand of hair from his forehead still he trembled with the effort he made to restrain the crude gesture he wanted to make and remain courteous. Yet he lowered his blade far from the Dragon's head.
"What good following Xavi's teachings if it doesn't keep us alive," Motonari protested. "This Dragon clearly is our enemy and I should spare his life for what ? To see him try to kill us again?" this time he was really angry.
Sorin seemed physically pained by his sidekick's admonition. "It can't fight anymore, let him be, in exchange of ransom he could find light too." stated Sorin, trying make Motonari understand his words
As to end the budding feud, the Dragon, while sinking into unconsciousness promptly took back his human form. His scales giving way to the bare skin of a human body, it long snake like form regained a normal height, the crest on it head became hair, it muzzle became a face and its paw arms and legs. He was stark naked and this made most of Sorin's followers emit a strange squealing sound. A disciple quickly came out of rank to cover the man with a cape.
"See, is he still dangerous?" Sorin nodded with satisfaction.
Motonari scowled. "A man is always dangerous since he can always drive a sword in your back." he replied.
Motonari's answer made an sound of astonishment pass in the ranks and Sorin gaped as his sidekick while he dared to contradict his word that, should he still had to male him remember, mirrored those of their revered pontiff Xavi.
Choosing to ignore them, Motonari put a hand on his hip while his eyes turned toward the plain. "So be it, do what you want with that beast. Something greater his happening right under our nose up there and I don't intend to stay here and wait for another member of the Dragon race to fall on us. And they claim to be unable to be transformed in battle ? Do we still trust their sense of honor? What do you think Sorin? "
Stunned by such words coming from Motonari's mouth. Sorin didn't immediately register his question, and then as he realized that Motonari was actually addressing him, he took a superior air.
"There is no need for me to know the use and custom of the Dragons people, the mere fact of knowing that they too can be guided by Xavi is enough for me to believe in them." He replied sincerely.
Considering him with disdain Motonari reprimanded, "Not knowing his opponent is a weakness. It makes me wonder how you managed to stay alive until now. Or should I hold Muneshige responsible for that too." He mused.
Sorin's lower lip trembled under those accusations. "Are you trying to give up the love of Xavi?" Sorin asked, refusing to believe what his eyes and ears showed him.
"Whatever, it seems that my love always returns to only one and the same person." Motochika's smile imposed on Motonari's mind and an intense wave of pain shot through him. He felt betrayed, deceived, humiliated because even now Motochika toyed with his heart "And I intend to put a definitive end to it. And to do so I have to find him." he was the only one able to silence the conflict that burned within Motonari.
Sorin could only shake his head in despair. He knew it was useless to hold Motonari now, "Xavi light Xavi won't reach you anymore if you leave now." He tried nonetheless.
"How so ? I do intend to make you come with me. Is there no one else who also awaits you there?" Motonari said while thinking that a pawn as boring as Sorin was a usable pawn nonetheless.
Looking away, Sorin considered Motonari's offering and then stamped on his little platform. "You're right, it is time for me to bring back Muneshige! I'll walk with you Sunday."
"Mouri."
"Sorry ?"
"My name is Mouri Motonari."
At that moment Sorin knew Motonari was definitely lost, but somehow he couldn't find himself disturbed by this idea.
TBC
Ok, that all for this chapter even if nothing much happen it set a pace for the upcoming chapter. Well the truth is had still had much trouble writing it, not my fault because I'm still trying to find pleasure in writing again. It come back little by little.
Anyway, thank you for reading until then.
.01ash : the fact that you are still here motivate me greatly. KojuSasu really grew on me too so I had to make this chapter happen.
aka-chan : thank you for your review. I wish I manadged to make Aisu more likeable, but I guess someone I created to mess with my otp have to be hated.