Disclaimer: I don't own Sengoku Basara. However, the reluctant heroine of this piece, Ichijou Akoya (now Date Akoya), is mine.
A/N: As said before, a bukeyashiki is a traditional samurai residence. Shoji are the sliding frame doors particular to Japanese residences.
Any Engrish that Date uses will be in bold type.
IMPORTANT SIDE NOTE FOR ALL OF YOU –
I have ventured into the territory of Masamune/Yukimura fanfics! It is called Beloved, an ongoing collection of 100 one-shot stories about Masamune and Yukimura.
Beloved is actually a companion collection to Loved, which is written by my friend lyrainthedark. Like Beloved, every story on Loved is also Masamune/Yukimura. Both collections are counterpoints to each other – we basically took 100 prompts and 100 premises/themes to go with prompts. Then we got down to writing our own interpretations of those. The result – these ongoing twin collections of DateSana goodness!
To read our collections, go to my profile! Beloved is on my own published fics list, and Loved is on my favourites!
Masamune stalked down the corridor, the heavy thud of his footsteps betraying the grim tilt to his thoughts to Kojuurou, who stopped and stared in blank amazement at the sight of his leader stomping around the bukeyashiki when he should have been busy seducing his new wife.
Perhaps it is the wrong time of the month? That would explain the Dokuganryu's palpable irritation – no man liked hearing those words right when he was set to go all hot and bothered. Even so, it was unlike Masamune to leave a woman in the lurch simply because she was indisposed for a few nights; he tended to bide his time with talk and games, getting to know her better to open the way for wanton intimacy once she was able. So why isn't he chatting up his wife to make her more comfortable with him? Abandoning his vegetables to the night sky, Kojuurou jogged across the courtyard on light feet to catch Masamune before the latter could vanish into his room.
"Masamune-sama! Is something not to your liking?"
To his surprise, the one-eyed man barely grunted at him before slamming the shoji door closed, leaving him to blink at it in consternation.
What in heaven's name…? Kojuurou instinctively felt himself going into parent-mode, concern and exasperation taking over his natural propensity for formality and protocol. Ignoring all laws of politeness, he followed his leader into the room, frowning when Masamune didn't even turn to acknowledge him.
This looks like a full-blown sulk. And Masamune in a full-blown sulk was an uncommunicative nightmare.
Kojuurou sighed and called for sake – this was going to take a long while to sort out.
Good grief, Akoya-sama, just what did you do to him?
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