Chapter 3.2: In The Heat Of The Moment
"Kamanosuke" - Speech
'Saizo' - Thought
"{Dragons Fang}" - Attack / Abilities
"Halt!" - Loudspeaker / Orders / Something Loud
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2:10pm - April, 14th, 1585
Ueda Castle, West Wing Barracks, Officers Barracks, Saizo's Bedroom
Arriving back at the barracks, Kamanosuke felt a flicker of excitement. They made their way to Saizo's room. Kamanosuke knocked on the door, and Saizo's voice called out, "Come in."
Stepping inside, Kamanosuke saw the setup and felt a small wave of gratitude. "You've really got everything ready," they remarked, slightly impressed.
Saizo smirked, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Surprised I can be so efficient, Kamanosuke? Or did you expect to find a mess?"
Kamanosuke rolled their eyes, their tone equally teasing. "Efficient? You? I half-expected you to still be napping."
Saizo chuckled, leaning back against the table. "Oh, please. I'm the model of preparedness. Unlike someone who needed reminding about our arrangement."
Kamanosuke crossed their arms, a smirk tugging at their lips. "I didn't forget. I just had more important things to do than babysitting you."
Saizo raised an eyebrow, feigning offense. "Babysitting? Is that what you call our quality time?"
Kamanosuke felt a sudden warmth rush to their cheeks and quickly turned their face away to hide the blush. They cleared their throat, trying to regain their composure. "Quality time? You must be getting soft, Saizo."
Saizo laughed, catching the subtle change in Kamanosuke's demeanor. "Soft? Maybe I'm just finally rubbing off on you."
Kamanosuke scoffed, though their voice lacked its usual edge. "Don't flatter yourself. I'm just here to make sure you don't ruin our equipment."
Saizo raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eyes. "Right... Anyways, are you ready to get to it or what? Gonna just stand there running your mouth, or are you actually going to help?"
Kamanosuke huffed, crossing their arms defiantly. "I'm ready. Let's see if you can keep up."
They settled into their work, the room filled with the quiet sounds of sharpening blades and the occasional clink of metal. Saizo gave pointers here and there, guiding Kamanosuke through the more intricate parts of the maintenance process.
At one point, Saizo noticed Kamanosuke handling a weapon incorrectly. "Hold on," he said, moving closer. "You're doing that wrong." He gently took the weapon from Kamanosuke's hands, their fingers brushing lightly against each other.
Kamanosuke was momentarily shocked by the touch. Their mind blanked, and they found themselves unable to focus on Saizo's instructions. Instead, all they could think about was the warmth of Saizo's hand and the unexpected rush of sensation it brought.
Saizo, oblivious to Kamanosuke's distraction, continued explaining the proper technique. "See, you need to angle it like this and apply even pressure. Otherwise, it won't be effective."
Kamanosuke nodded absentmindedly, missing almost everything Saizo was saying. They could only manage a weak, "Right," while trying to regain their composure.
After a moment, Saizo handed the weapon back. "Got it?"
Kamanosuke blinked, still reeling from the touch but not wanting to seem completely out of it. "Uh, yeah. I think so."
Kamanosuke took the weapon, their heart still racing slightly. They resumed their work, but their mind kept drifting back to that brief, unexpected contact. The rest of the maintenance session continued with occasional instructions from Saizo, but Kamanosuke found it increasingly difficult to concentrate.
Shocked due to the light touch, Kamanosuke was entirely mentally removed from what was going on. They could only think about Saizo's touch, completely missing almost everything Saizo was saying. Saizo, noticing their distraction, grew slightly annoyed.
Kamanosuke blinked and quickly tried to cover their lapse. "Yes, okay, I get it," they said, though it was clear they hadn't really absorbed the instructions.
Saizo frowned, crossing his arms. "You weren't paying attention. Did you just want me to do it for you or something? You don't need to be so lazy when it comes to this. Especially after trying to call me lazy."
Kamanosuke felt a flush of embarrassment and frustration. "I'm not lazy," they snapped back defensively. "I can handle it."
Saizo shook his head, his tone firm but not unkind. "Then prove it. Focus on what you're doing. This isn't just about maintaining the equipment; it's about being prepared and taking responsibility."
Kamanosuke took a deep breath, trying to steady themselves. They knew Saizo was right, and despite their irritation, they appreciated the push. "Alright, show me again," they said, more focused this time.
Saizo nodded and patiently walked them through the steps once more, making sure Kamanosuke understood each part of the process. This time, Kamanosuke paid close attention, determined not to let their earlier distraction get the better of them.
Kamanosuke sighed inwardly as they approached the end of their session; almost everything was finished. They didn't want to leave the proximity of Saizo just yet. Desperate to come up with a way to continue interacting without arousing suspicion, Kamanosuke racked their brain for an idea.
Just as Saizo was about to wrap up, Kamanosuke interrupted, "Wait," they exclaimed. "I want to spar with you today."
Saizo raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised by the sudden request. "Spar? Now?"
Kamanosuke nodded, trying to sound casual. "Yeah. I need to blow off some steam after the long day, and I figured you could use the exercise too. Unless you're too tired," they added, a hint of a challenge in their voice.
Saizo sighed, shaking his head. "We already went over this, Kamanosuke. We can't fight right now because Sasuke might come back with news that requires us to be ready to fight at any moment. If either of us were to get seriously hurt, it would be bad for everyone."
Kamanosuke frowned but quickly countered, "Yes, that's true, but I'm not talking about weapons. Barehanded, with grips and holds."
Saizo pondered this for a moment, then asked, "Why can't you just sit still for a couple of days? You're always so quick to want to move around, you know that?"
Kamanosuke's eyes gleamed with determination as they pushed the point further. "I need to blow off steam, Saizo. Plus, it would be good exercise, and I need to learn more about proper fighting without my weapon in case the situation ever comes up."
Kamanosuke originally said this as a desperate attempt to spend more time with Saizo. At the same time, Kamanosuke had always wanted to fight Saizo in any capacity, but as the words left their mouth, they thought back to the last couple of days. The times when Saizo had held them down during their sparring sessions came to mind, the weight of his body, the firm grip of his hands, the intense eye contact. It was a powerful image, and it stirred something deep within Kamanosuke.
Kamanosuke then reflected on how much it had initially upset them, but they couldn't deny the thrill they had felt. They had actually... enjoyed it. Enjoyed it a lot, in fact. The sensation of Saizo's strong hands holding them down, being at his mercy—... Kamanosuke quickly shook off the thought, refocusing their mind on the desire to spar. That's why, they reassured themselves.
"I need this, Saizo," Kamanosuke insisted, a bit more fervently than they intended.
Saizo raised an eyebrow, sensing the intensity behind Kamanosuke's words. He sighed, realizing that there was more to Kamanosuke's request than just a desire for training.
They pressured Saizo more, their voice tinged with urgency. "Come on, Saizo, it'll be good for both of us."
"Alright," he finally relented, his tone softening. "Barehanded sparring it is. But we need to be careful."
Saizo sighed, "but only after we've finished. And you have to promise to do everything correctly."
Kamanosuke's face lit up with excitement. "Deal. I'll do it right, I promise."
With that settled, they resumed their maintenance tasks with renewed focus. Kamanosuke paid close attention to Saizo's instructions, determined to finish the work quickly and efficiently. As they worked side by side, the anticipation of their upcoming sparring session added an extra layer of energy to their movements.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity but was actually a well-spent hour, they completed the maintenance. The weapons gleamed with a sharp, deadly edge, and the equipment was in perfect condition. Saizo inspected Kamanosuke's work, nodding approvingly.
"Good job," he said. "Now, let's get to that sparring session you were so eager about."
Kamanosuke's excitement was palpable, a wide grin spreading across their face. Saizo couldn't help but smile in return, their enthusiasm infectious. He carefully put things away, leaving everything in an organized pile in the corner of his room.
"Come on," Saizo said, motioning for Kamanosuke to follow him. "We'll head out to the east wing dojo for the sparring. The facilities there are much better." Kamanosuke eagerly followed, their anticipation growing with each step.
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Around An Hour Later | 3:30pm - April, 14th, 1585
Ueda Castle, East Wing, Dojo Building
As they approached the dojo, Saizo slid open the door, revealing the spacious, well-lit training area. The polished wooden floors gleamed under the soft light, and the room was equipped with all the amenities needed for a proper sparring session.
"This place is amazing," Kamanosuke remarked, taking in the surroundings.
Saizo nodded. "It's one of the best spots for training. Plenty of space, good lighting, and everything we need to make sure we don't end up with unnecessary injuries."
The dojo building itself was an impressive structure, large and multi-floored. The exterior was traditional yet sturdy, with wooden beams and sliding doors that spoke of both elegance and functionality. Lanterns hung at regular intervals, casting a warm, inviting glow.
As they stepped inside, the sheer size of the dojo became apparent. The bottom floor was the main training area, an expansive space with polished wooden floors that gleamed under the soft lighting. This open section was designed for large events and group training sessions, capable of accommodating many practitioners at once. The walls were lined with racks holding various training weapons and equipment, all meticulously organized.
The second and third floors added to the dojo's grandeur. The second floor housed a variety of supply rooms stocked with everything from training gear to medical supplies. There were also several private training rooms, each equipped with mirrors, mats, and specialized equipment for more focused practice sessions. These rooms were perfect for one-on-one instruction or for practitioners who needed a quieter, more controlled environment to hone their skills.
The third floor was equally impressive, featuring additional private training rooms as well as a few observation balconies that overlooked castle grounds. These balconies provided an excellent vantage point for instructors and senior practitioners to observe and relax when needed. There were also small lounges and rest areas scattered throughout the upper floors, providing comfortable spots for practitioners to rest and socialize between sessions.
"This dojo has everything we could possibly need," Saizo continued, his voice filled with a touch of pride. "It's designed to cater to every aspect of training, from the basics to the most advanced techniques."
Kamanosuke nodded, clearly impressed. "I can see why you like it here. It's perfect for what we need."
Saizo glanced around the dojo, then back at Kamanosuke. "I'm surprised you haven't explored this building yet," he commented. "Considering how long you've been here, going on around two months, I figured you for a more adventurous type."
Kamanosuke shrugged, a nonchalant expression on their face. "I'm uninterested in anything that I don't need at any given moment. I've done enough exploring to find what I need."
Saizo smirked, amused by the straightforwardness. "Well, perhaps you should start. The castle has quite a lot more to offer than you might think."
Kamanosuke glanced around the dojo once more, a hint of curiosity in their eyes. "Maybe you're right," they admitted. "Perhaps I will begin exploring the rest of the castle. It seems to have quite a lot more to offer than I figured."
Saizo nodded in agreement. "You'd be surprised at what you might find. There are hidden nooks and crannies, places with their own unique charm and utility. You might even find something you didn't know you needed."
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Around The Same Time | 3:35pm - April, 14th, 1585
Ueda Castle, East Wing, Dojo Building, 3rd Floor, Private Training Room
As Saizo and Kamanosuke entered the private training room, the tranquility of the space was calming. The room's open style and good airflow made it a perfect setting for their sparring session.
The private training room was a place of serene beauty and practicality. Large windows lined the walls, offering decent views of the castle grounds and the distant town. The gentle breeze flowed through the open style room, providing a refreshing and invigorating atmosphere perfect for training.
The dojo itself was an architectural marvel, blending traditional design with modern functionality. The polished wooden floors were smooth and cool underfoot, reflecting the soft glow of lanterns that hung from the ceiling. Intricate wooden latticework adorned the windows, casting delicate patterns of light and shadow across the room.
The walls were lined with an assortment of training equipment, from practice swords to weights and punching bags. A series of beautifully crafted wooden dummies stood ready for use, their polished surfaces bearing the marks of countless training sessions. In one corner, a small shrine offered a place for quiet reflection and meditation.
Saizo took a defensive stance, motioning for Kamanosuke to do the same. "Alright, let's see what you've got."
Kamanosuke's excitement turned into focused determination as they mirrored Saizo's stance. They lunged forward, their movements quick and precise. Saizo countered smoothly, deflecting the attacks with ease and offering pointers as they sparred.
"Remember, it's not just about speed. Control your movements, anticipate my next move," Saizo instructed, his voice steady and calm.
Kamanosuke nodded, adjusting their approach. The rhythm of their sparring became more fluid, each move calculated and deliberate. Saizo continued to guide them, his critiques constructive and encouraging.
As they sparred, Kamanosuke felt a rush of adrenaline, their earlier fatigue forgotten. The close-quarters combat demanded their full attention, pushing them to their limits and sharpening their instincts. Despite the intensity, there was an underlying sense of trust and mutual respect that made the sparring session feel both challenging and rewarding.
Saizo, too, found himself enjoying the session. Kamanosuke's determination and progress were evident, and he relished the opportunity to teach them something other than just a wild flurry of impatience.
After several intense minutes, both of them were panting, their bodies covered in a light sheen of sweat. Saizo called for a pause, holding up a hand. "Alright, that's enough for now. You're getting better, but remember, it's all about control and precision."
Kamanosuke, still excited, was reluctant to end the session. "Let's switch to holds and pinning techniques," they suggested eagerly.
Saizo raised an eyebrow, surprised by their enthusiasm. "You still have energy left?"
Kamanosuke nodded vigorously, but inwardly, they had another fleeting flash of more indecent reasons for wanting this. They quickly shook the thought away, focusing on the practical benefits of the training. "Yes, I need to learn this too. You never know when it might come in handy."
Saizo nodded and began with some basic restraint holds. He moved behind Kamanosuke, demonstrating the correct way to apply pressure without causing injury. Each time Saizo's hands found their mark, Kamanosuke felt a rush of heat, their face reddening slightly. They managed to keep their composure, hiding the blushes and excitement from Saizo.
"Alright, now try to escape this hold," Saizo instructed, wrapping an arm around Kamanosuke's chest and pinning one of their arms.
Kamanosuke focused on the technique, twisting and shifting their weight to break free. They succeeded, though each touch and hold from Saizo sent shivers down their spine.
"Good," Saizo said, nodding in approval. "Now let's move on to something more complicated."
They progressed into more advanced holds, the movements becoming more intricate. Saizo's hands guided Kamanosuke through each step, their bodies close together. The physicality of the training, combined with the trust they were building, created an intense atmosphere.
Finally, they moved on to pinning holds. Saizo demonstrated the moves with precision, explaining the importance of leverage and positioning. He held Kamanosuke down, their bodies pressed close, and Kamanosuke felt a surge of emotion that was hard to ignore. The sensation of Saizo's strong grip, his breath close, was overwhelming.
"Try to break free," Saizo said, his voice steady.
Kamanosuke struggled against the pin, their heart racing. Despite their best efforts, they found themselves more and more distracted by the closeness, the firm touch of Saizo's hands. They realized with a shock that they were actually getting turned on by the whole thing.
"Focus, Kamanosuke," Saizo said, his tone encouraging but firm.
Kamanosuke nodded, trying to clear their mind and concentrate on the technique. They managed to break free, but their thoughts were in turmoil. The training had taken on a new dimension, one they hadn't anticipated.
"Let's try another one," Saizo said, resetting their positions. "This time, pay attention to your breathing. It will help you stay calm and focused."
As they continued, Kamanosuke did their best to follow Saizo's instructions, though the thrill of the training and the physical contact was becoming harder to ignore. Each successful escape brought a sense of accomplishment, but it was tempered by the growing awareness of their own feelings.
Saizo continued, moving into a new hold position. This time, he pinned Kamanosuke to the floor, his body pressing firmly against theirs. "Alright, let's see how you handle this one," he said, his voice calm and measured.
Kamanosuke's heart raced as they felt the weight of Saizo's body holding them down. The closeness was overwhelming, and they struggled to keep their focus on the technique. They took a deep breath, trying to remember Saizo's advice about staying calm and focused, but it didn't work.
The rush of arousal had been building within them the entire time, though they had been in denial about it. It was only now, with their body pinned face-first into the hard dojo floor, that they fully realized how turned on they were. Their hips arched unconsciously, thankful for the cover of the ground to hide the tent in their pants. Each breath came out in heavy gasps, their face flushed with desire and embarrassment. They couldn't bring themselves to meet Saizo's gaze, and were physically unable to do so from their position on the floor.
Their cheeks flushed with embarrassment, they couldn't believe how turned on they were by the whole situation. They had been lying to themselves the entire time, trying to deny their growing arousal. But as they lay pinned down on the dojo floor, their face pressed into the cool wood, they could no longer hide the truth. Their body was betraying them.
Saizo keenly observes the tightly coiled tension in Kamanosuke's body and remarks on it, his hands loosening their grip and instead moving to knead the muscles in Kamanosuke's shoulders. The touch elicits a sudden and sharp sound from Kamanosuke, somewhere between a moan and a squeak, as intense pleasure courses through their body.
Saizo's hand hesitated as he felt a large shiver run through Kamanosuke's body. Immediately, he asked, "Did I hurt you? I'm sorry."
Kamanosuke weakly shook their head. "No, I'm fine," they assured him, their voice barely above a whisper.
Saizo continued to massage their shoulders, his touch gentler now. "You need to take better care of yourself," he chastised softly, his fingers working out the knots in their muscles. "I can't always be here to fix you up, you know."
Saizo pointed out, "You always take cold baths in the river, neglecting the luxury of a hot bath. It's no wonder you're so tense."
As his hands worked out the knots in their muscles, Saizo continued, "It's important to relax and not let tension build up. Otherwise, you won't be able to move freely when you need to."
Kamanosuke couldn't help but revel in every touch from their fellow black-haired brave, feeling like they were on cloud nine. "I know," they murmured.
Kamanosuke's lower half, pinned by Saizo on top of him, was being vigorously pressed into the wooden floor. The friction of their body against the rough surface sent jolts of pleasure coursing through them, but they bit down on their lip to stifle any moans that threatened to escape.
Every movement, every touch from Saizo's fingers was a pulse of pleasure, sending shivers down Kamanosuke's spine as they fought to keep their composure.. But they remained silent, unable to reveal the true nature of those noises to their opponent.
They were fighting for their life in this moment, trying desperately not to let Saizo realize the compromising position they were in.
Meanwhile, Saizo mistook Kamanosuke's noises for minor discomfort from tense muscles, unaware of the intense internal struggle taking place within them.
Saizo found himself reflecting on how he had arrived at this unexpected moment, helping Kamanosuke of all people. It was a peculiar turn of events, considering how their relationship had always been marked by rivalry and tension. But now, Kamanosuke was being unusually docile. Not exactly submissive, though he couldn't deny a certain appeal to that thought, he quickly shook off the idea.
He realized it wasn't so bad when Kamanosuke wasn't acting crazy or trying to provoke him. In fact, the current situation was rather enjoyable. The close proximity to Kamanosuke, feeling their muscles relax under his touch, was surprisingly pleasant. He wouldn't admit it out loud, but he was finding a strange sense of contentment in the moment.
Feeling slightly guilty at the fact that he was even thinking about such things towards Kamanosuke, Saizo wondered if maybe he should stop. In a sense, he felt like he was taking advantage of them, getting to touch them like this. But Kamanosuke was genuinely tense, and they needed to be in top condition for the upcoming battles. This was for the group, he told himself, and certainly not for his own enjoyment.
Besides, when would he get another opportunity like this to have Kamanosuke act so passively?
Saizo's hands continued their work, kneading the tight muscles in Kamanosuke's shoulders. "You need to take better care of yourself," he said softly, trying to ignore the conflicting feelings within him. "If you're this tense all the time, you'll end up getting hurt."
Kamanosuke, meanwhile, was doing their best to maintain composure, each touch from Saizo sending jolts of sensation through their body. They couldn't deny the conflicting emotions - part of them relished the attention, while another part struggled with the vulnerability of the situation. The duality of their feelings was overwhelming.
They were completely consumed by desire, their mind slipping away into a hazy fantasy. Their arousal was evident in the rock-hard bulge in their pants, and they couldn't resist the urge to grind their hips against the floor for any semblance of friction.
Their arousal was at its peak, the insistent throbbing in their pants almost unbearable. With each passing moment, their hips twitched and trembled, yearning for release and desperate for friction against the hard floor beneath them. The sensations were becoming overwhelming, and it wouldn't be long before they made a mess in their pants.
Completely oblivious to his companion's situation, Saizo continues on. Kamanosuke, barely able to keep up, lets out a soft plea for a break. Somehow, against all odds, he manages to maintain a neutral tone despite the situation.
Saizo finally slows down and turns to face Kamanosuke. With gentle yet firm hands, they knead the tension out of their partner's shoulders, working their way down their back and providing relief with each touch.
After giving one last squeeze and a few light slaps to their back, Saizo rises from the ground and walks towards one of the large open doorways of the dojo hall giving a fantastic view of the outside.
They took in the beautiful afternoon scenery surrounding them. The sky was a bright blue, dotted with a few fluffy clouds that added depth to the vast expanse above. The sun cast a warm glow over the peaceful surroundings, its light filtering through the gently swaying branches of the trees. A gentle breeze rustled through the leaves, carrying with it the faint aroma of cherry blossoms.
Kamanosuke laid there, his heart pounding with gratitude towards any and all gods that Saizo had stopped when he did. If they had continued for just three more seconds, Kamanosuke was certain he would have lost all control. He would have begged and pleaded, loudly moaned Saizo's name, and done anything and everything to keep him going.
The feeling of Saizo on top of him, touching him in all the right places, was pure bliss. But most importantly, it was the intense heat and weight of Saizo's touch that drove them wild.
It released the tension in his muscles and sent a wave of pleasure through his body, a wave of arousal straight to the front of their trousers, igniting a fire within them that could only be quenched by Saizo's touch. They wouldn't have been able to lie there silently under Saizo any longer, their pride long forgotten as they begged for more from him.
The heat of Saizo's hands on their body had sent shivers down Kamanosuke's spine. They had fought to remain composed as the hands moved lower, tantalizingly close to where they had wanted them to be.
A desperate longing coursed through their veins, and they couldn't help but imagine how it would have felt if Saizo's hands went just a bit lower, grabbing hold of their hips and maybe even pulling on their hair.
Kamanosuke couldn't bear the intensity of their emotions and lowered their face, allowing their hair to fall and conceal their flushed cheeks. Shame and embarrassment flooded over them, but at the same time, an addictive desire lingered.
As quickly as it had begun, it was over, leaving Kamanosuke feeling both relieved and disappointed. That fleeting moment with Saizo was like a drug, one that they wouldn't mind getting lost in again and again.
And yet, at the same time, there was great confusion. Kamanosuke's mind was in turmoil, fighting against the tide of emotions that had washed over them. Why and how was this happening? Why did Saizo have such a powerful effect on them?
Kamanosuke's mind raced, trying to make sense of their emotions. Saizo's touch had been firm yet gentle, commanding yet tender. It was as if he had unlocked something within Kamanosuke, something they hadn't even known was there. The confusion and desire swirled together, making it difficult to think clearly.
Still in a bit of a haze, Kamanosuke honestly didn't care at that moment. They had to muster every bit of willpower to not go over to Saizo right then and pounce on him. The intensity of their desire clashed with their ingrained sense of restraint, creating a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.
Despite the turmoil, Kamanosuke knew one thing for certain: this wouldn't be the last time they sought out Saizo's presence. The connection they felt was too strong to ignore, too intoxicating to resist. They realized that they wouldn't have any control over themselves; they would find a way to explore these feelings. The want—no, the need—to understand why Saizo had such an effect on them.
Kamanosuke got up wearily, unwilling to look directly at Saizo. Saizo, oblivious to the turmoil inside Kamanosuke, was gazing outside, taking in the beautiful afternoon scenery. He took a sip of water from a canteen, seemingly lost in thought.
Kamanosuke glanced towards Saizo, whose back was turned to them. They stared intently, suppressing the urge to move closer. Saizo's well-built and toned body was impossible to ignore. For the training session, Saizo had taken off his top ninja cloak and discarded it earlier into the corner of the room. He was left wearing only his blue mesh undershirt, which exposed a bit of his shoulders and revealed his muscular arms and biceps.
The sight made Kamanosuke's heart race again. They could see the strength in Saizo's form, the grace in his movements, and it only intensified the feelings that had been swirling inside them. Kamanosuke clenched their fists, fighting to maintain control over their desires.
As Saizo turned slightly, catching the light in a way that highlighted the contours of his physique, Kamanosuke felt a pang of longing. They took a deep breath, trying to steady themselves, but the intensity of their emotions was overwhelming.
Kamanosuke also noticed, to their dismay, Saizo's slender neck and the beads of sweat adorning his body. They had worked up quite a sweat with all the training in the past hour or so, and it left both of them exhausted. Kamanosuke was in no different shape, probably even worse off, given the whirlwind of emotions and thoughts they had been wrestling with. Their entire body felt flushed and heated, not just from the physical exertion but also from the intense feelings simmering just beneath the surface.
Kamanosuke's gaze lingered, Saizo's neck exposed and inviting. The urge to bite into it was almost overwhelming. Emotions swirled inside him as he weighed his options, battling against his pride and ego.
A deep longing and need for the man standing just a few feet away caused a stifled whimper to rise up within him. His desire was overwhelming, like an electric current flowing through his entire body. The air was thick with tension and desire as Kamanosuke's eyes traced over every inch of Saizo's tempting form.
A wave of shame and self-pity washes over them as they realize how pathetic they are right now, succumbing to their own desires. The internal battle rages on within them, revealing their true desires through desperate whimpers.
It feels like a sharp dagger piercing their heart, a constant reminder of their lack of control. The internal turmoil continues to rage within them, revealing the raw truth of what they truly want.
Despite their current state of arousal, logic and reason seem to have almost all but abandoned their body entirely, leaving them feeling powerless and vulnerable to their own impulses.
Saizo, oblivious to the depth of Kamanosuke's struggle, took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "You know, we should probably stop for today," he said, breaking the thick silence. "Not just take a break. It's been a long day, and we've learned a lot of techniques. That should be enough."
Kamanosuke nodded, trying to mask the disappointment that mingled with relief. "Yeah, you're right," he replied, his voice steadier than he felt.
Kamanosuke is entirely fine with this, seeing it as an opportunity to escape and calm down from all of this. "Thanks, Saizo," he said, managing to keep his voice level as he gathered his things.
"Anytime," Saizo replied, glancing back at Kamanosuke as he made his way out of the dojo. Unaware of the storm of emotions Kamanosuke was battling, Saizo called out, "Take care, and don't forget to practice."
Kamanosuke nodded without turning back, somehow managing not to run or draw any suspicion with a hasty retreat. The moment he stepped outside of the private training room, his nerves softendly slightly at the privacy of the empty halls, offering a small measure of relief. He took a deep breath, trying to steady the whirlwind inside him.
As they stepped out of the private training room in the dojo, out of sight from both Saizo and any other wandering individuals in the compound, they couldn't help but feel a slight sense of panic. A small bulge was pressing outwards from their groin area, causing them to flush with embarrassment.
Quickly, Kamanosuke adjusted their clothing to conceal it, but the rush of blood to their cheeks was evidence enough that they were still hard. Despite their best efforts, anyone who might see them would likely notice the subtle tightness in their clothing.
Kamanosuke cursed the clothing they had chosen to wear. While they loved the outfit, it was causing a rather unfortunate issue for them at the moment. The elegant outfit, while normally a favorite, was now causing a troublesome issue that needed immediate attention.
They hastily adjusted it, trying to make it less noticeable, before making their way out of the dojo. Every step felt like a struggle as they maneuvered through the narrow hallway, trying not to draw too much attention to themselves. The heavy fabric seemed to cling to them, trapping in heat and making it difficult to move freely.
As they make their way outside of the bustling dojo, the constant calls of "hello" and friendly nods from fellow soldiers begin to wear on them. Exhaling a sigh of relief, they hurry outside and pick up their pace as they make their way towards their room in the west wing barracks.
Their pace starts off slow but gradually quickens until they are sprinting with determination, leaping over obstacles and covering vast distances in record time. The cool air rushes past them as they push themselves to reach their destination, adrenaline coursing through their veins. Each step brings them closer to the familiar comfort of their own quarters.
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4:55pm - April, 14th, 1585
Ueda Castle, East Wing, Dojo Building, 3rd Floor, Private Training Room
Saizo stands in the dojo, gazing outwards at the breathtaking view of the inner castle. The sky above is a canvas of ever-changing hues, adorned with fluffy clouds that slowly drift through the air like ships on a calm sea. Leaning against the wooden railing of the third floor private training hall, Saizo's thoughts are consumed by memories of Kamanosuke.
Images of their lean and agile body flash through their mind, accompanied by the vivid recollection of how deliciously soft and warm it felt to touch them during their intimate moments. The faint scent of flowers wafts through the room, a lingering reminder of Kamanosuke's alluring aroma that somehow always seemed to linger on their skin even after hours of intense training. Absent-mindedly, Saizo wonders how Kamanosuke manages to smell so heavenly amidst all the sweat and exertion.
As the moments ticked by, they were abruptly jolted back to reality, their wild thoughts reined in by a sudden shock. The weight of what they were even considering hit them like a ton of bricks - this was Kamanosuke they were talking about after all.
Saizo let out a disgruntled grunt and brought his hand up to rub his head furiously, as if trying to shake the whole feeling away. He would much rather push these thoughts aside and not think about any of it.
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5:05pm - April, 14th, 1585
Ueda Castle, West Wing Barracks, Officers Barracks, Kamanosuke's Bedroom
Kamanosuke finds themself back in their room, a haven of comfort and solace. They collapse onto the bed, hugging their large pillow tightly. Thoughts of Saizo flood his mind, their strong arms holding them down in a tantalizing embrace. The mere memory ignites a burning desire within them, causing their body to react without their consent.
The memory of his touch sends shivers down their spine and they can feel themselves becoming aroused once again. They feel themselves growing hard, the sensation overwhelming and almost unbearable.
Their body betrays them as they unconsciously grind against the pillow, lost in pleasure and panting heavily. Their face is flushed with desire and their control slips away as they chase that elusive feeling just a little further.
Their breath comes out in ragged gasps, their face flushed with desire and arousal. Despite their lack of control, they cannot resist the urge to continue, wanting more and more until they reach the pinnacle of ecstasy. Just a bit longer...not enough yet…
Without warning, a sharp knock echoes through the door, jolting Kamanosuke out of their thoughts. Every muscle in their body tenses as they freeze in fear, like a deer sensing the approach of a predator.
Their heart races and their blood turns to ice in their veins. Panic swirls inside them as they wait with bated breath for whoever is on the other side of the door to reveal themselves. The sound of their own heartbeat fills their ears as they hold their breath, not daring to make a sound. It feels like an eternity before anything else happens.
After a few moments of uncomfortable silence, Saizo's voice breaks through the air.
"Hey, good job today Kamanosuke," he called out, his words carrying through the door. A distinct hint of pride laced his words. "I'll see you at dinner tonight."
As they walk away from the front door to their room, their footsteps echo in the distance, a steady rhythm that fades into the background.
A sharp pang of guilt suddenly pierced through Kamanosuke's heart. They couldn't believe the extent to which they had used Saizo, manipulated him with their lies. And yet, here they were, unabashedly getting aroused by his touch, taking advantage of his kindness without so much as a twinge of shame. The weight of his actions, using Saizo and deceiving him, crashed down upon them like a heavy boulder.
But wait, had they misjudged Saizo? They had always thought of him as a cold-hearted killer, but now the memories flooded back - the small acts of kindness he showed not just to them, but to anyone who didn't deserve his wrath.
Was it possible that behind his hardened exterior, there was a kind soul hidden within? His actions were contradictory, and it left Kamanosuke feeling conflicted and uneasy.
Kamanosuke berated themself, angst and confusion swirling within. Their inner turmoil is evident in the way they reject their feelings, pushing them away and blaming it on something else - anything else.
They denied their feelings, refusing to acknowledge them and shifting the blame onto external factors. They try to rationalize it, telling themself it could just be hormones, after all they were 19 and still going through changes. This was all just a hormonal reaction, not their fault at all! But deep down, they know it's more than that.
Taking a deep breath, Kamanosuke stands up and makes their way to the washroom level of the officers barracks on the 4th floor. Usually, Kamanosuke would prefer to take their time and head to the nearby river, but it seemed too far away at the moment...for reasons they refused to think about. Cold water would help clear their mind and cool their heated skin.
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Around An Hour Later | 6:15pm - April, 14th, 1585
Ueda Castle, North Wing, Main Castle Palace Structure, Great Hall
The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting a dusky glow over the palace structure. Saizo and Kamanosuke met up just outside the main entrance to the palace, the air filled with the anticipation of the evening meal. Kamanosuke was somewhat fidgety, nervous to be around Saizo after the events of the day. They were moderately embarrassed but doing their best to hide it. Saizo, lost in his own internal musings, didn't notice Kamanosuke's discomfort.
"Evening," Saizo greeted, his tone relaxed as he glanced briefly at Kamanosuke before looking away, his mind elsewhere.
Kamanosuke, internally thankful that Saizo wasn't sizing them up at the moment, returned the greeting with a nod. "Evening," they replied, their voice steady despite the flutter of nerves.
They began walking inside the palace structure towards the great hall, the sounds of bustling activity growing louder as they approached. The grand hall was alive with the preparations for the evening meal, servants hurrying about with trays of food and pitchers of drink. The clinking of dishes and the hum of conversation filled the air, creating a lively and welcoming atmosphere.
As they entered the great hall, Sanada Yukimura's voice echoed from the stairs. "Saizo! Kamanosuke!" he called down, his tone welcoming. "Come join me." Sanada was currently walking up the steps to the second floor, a warm smile on his face as he greeted them. He then turned back to continue ascending the stairs, expecting them to follow.
Kamanosuke felt a wave of relief wash over them. The prospect of sharing a private table with Saizo right now was too overwhelming. They managed to squeak out some form of approval and motioned to Saizo. "Let's go," they said, their voice a bit higher than usual.
Saizo, ever composed, nodded silently and followed Kamanosuke, who had already darted forward to start climbing the stairs. The two of them made their way up, the noise of the hall growing dimmer as they approached the height of the stairs.
Walking behind Kamanosuke, Saizo inadvertently found his gaze lingering on them. The way Kamanosuke's long magenta hair swayed with each step, combined with their slender frame and slightly wider hips, captivated him. Unbidden, memories from their private training session earlier that day surfaced, and he quickly attempted to push those thoughts aside.
He shifted his focus to the bustling activity below, observing the many soldiers and servants preparing for dinner in the great hall. The lively scene provided a welcome distraction from the unexpected direction his thoughts had taken.
They reached the top of the stairs and looked towards the lord's table, a short distance away. Sanada Yukimura sat in his lord's chair, waving them over with enthusiasm. His large smile conveyed his eagerness for their company, a warm and inviting sight in the grand hall.
"Come on, don't keep me waiting!" Sanada called out, his voice full of cheer.
Kamanosuke, still feeling a mix of relief and residual nerves, glanced at Saizo before moving towards Sanada. Saizo followed, his usual composed demeanor masking the brief turmoil of thoughts he'd experienced moments before.
As Kamanosuke and Saizo made their way to the lord's table, they took in the lively scene below on the first floor. Soldiers and servants moved about, preparing for dinner, their voices blending into a harmonious hum of conversation and laughter. The aroma of cooking food wafted through the air, adding to the welcoming atmosphere. The hall was a flurry of activity, with everyone settling in and readying themselves for the evening meal.
On the less crowded but still busy second floor, higher-ranked soldiers and officers were also arriving, taking their seats and exchanging words in more subdued tones. The top section had a more formal feel, with its rows of polished tables and reserved demeanor.
The lord's table itself was an impressive sight, composed of several adjoining tables arranged in a way that allowed for both intimacy and inclusion. Sanada Yukimura sat at the head, his warm smile welcoming his Braves. A few captains and lieutenants were already present, engaged in light conversation while they waited for the meal to be served. No food had been brought out yet, but there were glasses of hot tea set out, providing a comforting prelude to the forthcoming dinner.
As they approached the table, Sanada gestured to the seats beside him. "Sit, sit! It's always better with more company," he said, his eyes twinkling with genuine happiness.
Kamanosuke took a seat, grateful for the distraction and the company. The atmosphere around the lord's table was lively, filled with animated conversation and laughter. It was a stark contrast to the tension they'd felt earlier.
Saizo settled into the seat right next to Kamanosuke, their close proximity causing Kamanosuke to momentarily stiffen. The brief tension was palpable, but they quickly softened, resolving not to cause a scene tonight. They reminded themselves to stay composed, especially in the presence of the one sitting directly next to them.
Sanada, ever the observant leader, seemed to sense the initial discomfort but chose to keep the mood light. "I'm glad to see you two joining us," he said, raising his teacup. "It's been a long day for all of us, and it's good to end it with friends."
Saizo nodded, lifting his own cup in response. "I can agree with that."
Kamanosuke, still adjusting to the situation, managed a small smile. "Yeah" they echoed, their voice soft but steady.
As the evening progressed, the servants began bringing out the first course. Plates of steaming rice, grilled fish, and an assortment of vegetables were laid out before them, the aroma making everyone's mouth water.
Conversation flowed easily, with the captains and lieutenants sharing stories of the day's events. Kamanosuke found themselves relaxing more with each passing moment, the tension from earlier gradually dissipating in the warm, convivial atmosphere. Saizo's presence, while still a source of underlying tension, became easier to bear as they immersed themselves in the lively discussion.
Sanada, always the gracious host, made sure to include everyone in the conversation, asking for their opinions on various matters and sharing his own insights. It was clear he valued the input of his Braves, and the respect was mutual.
At one point, Sanada turned to Kamanosuke and Saizo, his expression thoughtful. "How was the training today? I heard it was quite intense."
At this, two captains at the table spoke up, their voices enthusiastic. "Kamanosuke was incredible today," one of them said, his admiration clear. "Their guidance was invaluable. Without them, we would have been more than a little lost."
The second captain nodded in agreement. "Absolutely. Kamanosuke's insights and strategies were spot on. They really know how to handle training and motivate the troops."
Kamanosuke felt a rush of warmth at the praise, their earlier anxiety fading further.
Sanada's eyes sparkled with approval. "It sounds like you were indispensable today, Kamanosuke. I'm proud of your dedication and effort."
Saizo nodded, adding his own praise. "It's true. Kamanosuke's skills and talent deserve every bit of recognition."
With each word of praise, Kamanosuke's spirits lifted. They could feel the tension from the day's events melting away, replaced by a sense of accomplishment and belonging.
A few lieutenants joined the conversation, their voices echoing the captains' sentiments. "Kamanosuke, your presence today was invaluable," one lieutenant said, nodding in gratitude. "Your guidance made a significant difference."
Another lieutenant chimed in, "Absolutely. Your expertise and ability to connect with the soldiers were impressive. Thank you for taking the time to help us out."
Kamanosuke felt a quiet pride at the continued praise, their earlier anxiety fading into the background. "You're welcome," they replied with a small shrug, trying to act as if it wasn't a big deal. They maintained a casual demeanor, brushing off the compliments with a modest smile.
Internally, the accolades from the others were pleasant, but what truly resonated with Kamanosuke were Saizo's words. The rest of the compliments faded into the background compared to Saizo's praise, which made them feel truly special. A soft smile crept onto Kamanosuke's face as they savored the moment, relishing the sense of recognition that Saizo's words had bestowed upon them. As the conversation continued around them, delving deeper into the details of the day's training, Kamanosuke's heart felt lighter and their spirits higher.
The discussion about the training exercises became more animated, with the captains and lieutenants dissecting the day's events, evaluating the soldiers' performances, and discussing areas for improvement.
Saizo, observing the interaction, felt a flicker of pride for Kamanosuke. He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice so only Kamanosuke could hear. "Seems like you made quite the impression. Well done."
In an instant, all the inner peace Kamanosuke had managed to find was shattered. The warm breath of Saizo's words brushed against the side of their face, sending an unexpected shiver down their spine. His voice, cool and composed, carried an undercurrent of genuine warmth and encouragement that resonated deeply within Kamanosuke.
This sudden, intimate moment brought them face to face with the unsettling realization of the feelings from earlier in the day for the raven-haired man beside them. The stark clarity of these emotions hit them hard, causing a rush of confusion and vulnerability.
Their body instinctively tensed at his words, leaving them momentarily paralyzed by a whirlwind of emotions they were not prepared to confront. The combination of Saizo's presence and the tender praise felt overwhelming.
Kamanosuke's body, almost as if on autopilot, decided that perhaps it was too cold in the room, causing a flush to spread across their face. A wave of warmth washed over them, radiating from their cheeks and making them acutely aware of a specific heat building in one spot they had been trying to avoid thinking about for the past couple of hours.
They swallowed hard, attempting to regain composure. "Thanks," they managed to say, their voice barely above a whisper. The word felt inadequate, but it was all they could muster in the face of such overwhelming emotions.
As the conversation around them resumed, they took a deep breath, trying to steady their racing heart. The evening's warmth and camaraderie slowly began to seep back in, but the echo of Saizo's words lingered.
The conversations around the lord's table continued, and everyone began to enjoy their dinner. Plates clinked, laughter rang out, and the atmosphere grew even more convivial. Eventually, Isanami showed up, her usual energy and cheerfulness lighting up the room. She eagerly took the seat to Saizo's right, her attention entirely directed at him.
Ignoring almost everyone and everything else, Isanami clung to Saizo's arm, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Saizo! How have you been? What did you do today?" she asked, her voice filled with genuine interest.
Saizo responded with a hint of disinterest, his voice calm but edged with impatience. "It was just another day of training, Isanami. Nothing special." He subtly tried to pry her grip off his arm, his annoyance growing with each attempt.
Isanami, unfazed by Saizo's cold demeanor, continued to cling to him with determination. "But Saizo, I want to know everything! You always have the most interesting stories," she insisted, her grip tightening even more.
Saizo sighed, his irritation becoming more evident. He tried to maneuver his arm away, but Isanami's persistence made it difficult. In her eagerness, she nearly caused Saizo to spill his food, her movements jostling the table.
"Isanami, stop," Saizo said more firmly, his patience wearing thin. "You're going to make me spill everything."
Isanami continued anyway, her smile widening as she giggled. "If the food spills, I'll just clean it up for you," she said cheerfully, her grip on Saizo's arm unwavering.
Saizo's displeasure deepened, a scowl forming on his face. "That's not the point, Isanami," he muttered, clearly annoyed by her antics.
Around the table, a few people chuckled at the comical display, finding humor in Saizo's predicament. The lightheartedness of the moment contrasted sharply with the tension Kamanosuke felt.
Kamanosuke sat in silence, their mood darkening as they watched Isanami cling to Saizo. Each affectionate gesture from Isanami felt like a dagger, making them acutely aware of their own feelings.
Kamanosuke sat in silence, their mood darkening as they watched Isanami cling to Saizo. Each affectionate gesture from Isanami felt like a dagger, their frustration growing with every touch.
Sanada, noticing the growing tension, decided to intervene. "Isanami," he called out gently, "why don't you give Saizo some space? We wouldn't want to ruin the meal."
Isanami pouted but reluctantly released Saizo's arm, settling back into her seat. "Alright, alright," she said, still smiling. "But I'm not going far."
The atmosphere at the table gradually returned to normal, the previous disruption fading into the background.
Kamanosuke, though still brooding, felt a surge of relief that Sanada had intervened in what seemed like an interminable ordeal. Isanami had always been a source of irritation for them. Her high-pitched voice, the incessant chatter, everything about her grated on their nerves.
Typically, Kamanosuke managed to ignore her presence, even tolerating her interactions with Saizo with a degree of indifference. But right now, her actions were infuriating.
They tried to focus on the meal, pushing the food around their plate more than actually eating. The noise and conversations around them faded into a dull background hum as they struggled with the intensity of their emotions. The frustration, the jealousy, and the confusion all mixed together, creating a storm inside them that they couldn't quite manage to calm.
As the evening wore on, Kamanosuke found themselves glancing at Saizo more often, each look a blend of longing and irritation. They knew they needed to have control of themself, but the sight of Isanami's easy affection with Saizo made it almost impossible.
Isanami continued to lightly poke at and grab hold of Saizo throughout dinner, each touch and playful nudge amplifying his annoyance. Despite his attempts to brush her off, he knew it was ultimately futile to try to get her to stop. Nothing short of getting up and leaving would end his suffering. That was always an option, Saizo mused, but he found himself reluctant to leave. But why?
It dawned on him that if he hurried up, finished his meal, and left, he wouldn't just be escaping Isanami's incessant attention; he would also be abandoning Kamanosuke. This realization gave him pause. There was a part of him that wanted to stay, to remain close to Kamanosuke, despite the irritation caused by Isanami's relentless antics.
But why was that? Why did Saizo feel such a strong reluctance to leave Kamanosuke behind? What was wrong with him? Why had Kamanosuke occupied so many of his thoughts, even before the moment earlier today when he had found himself standing at Kamanosuke's door?
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FLASHBACK
Around Half An Hour Earlier | 5:25pm - April, 14th, 1585
Ueda Castle, West Wing Barracks, Officers Barracks, Outside Kamanosuke's Bedroom
Saizo ascended the stairwell of the officers' barracks, heading to the 8th floor and his bedroom. They had just completed an intense personal training session with Kamanosuke not long ago, and felt thoroughly exhausted. As he climbed the stairs, his thoughts drifted to Kamanosuke and the pinning techniques they had been practicing.
Lost in these thoughts, Saizo suddenly found himself standing outside Kamanosuke's room. An impulsive urge surged through him to barge in, just to see Kamanosuke's face. He wasn't entirely sure why—perhaps it was the lingering adrenaline from their training, or maybe it was something deeper he was reluctant to confront. But he forcefully stopped himself, taking a deep breath to steady his nerves.
After a few moments of uncomfortable silence, Saizo's voice breaks through the air after knocking on the door. "Hey, good job today Kamanosuke," he called out, his words carrying through the door. A distinct hint of pride laced his words. "I'll see you at dinner tonight."
END FLASHBACK
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Present Time | 6:58pm - April, 14th, 1585
Ueda Castle, North Wing, Main Castle Palace Structure, Great Hall
Why had Saizo been so desperate to see their face? Memories from earlier flooded his mind, recalling the moment when he had looked down at his hands after being in such close proximity to Kamanosuke during the pinning technique training. How he had enjoyed... touching them.
It was at this exact moment that Isanami, in her eagerness for Saizo's attention, leaned in too closely and accidentally knocked over a cup of cold tea. The liquid spilled directly into Saizo's lap, soaking his pants and breaking him out of his thoughts.
Saizo jolted upright, a mix of surprise and irritation flashing across his face. "Isanami!" he exclaimed, trying to brush the tea off his clothes.
Isanami's eyes widened in horror, and she immediately began to apologize, her hands fluttering nervously. "I'm so sorry, Saizo! I didn't mean to! Here, let me help—"
Saizo raised a hand to stop her, his patience clearly wearing thin.
Isanami, undeterred by his irritation, swiftly grabbed a few nearby hand cloths typically used for wiping mouths or cleaning faces during meals. "It's not a problem, Saizo! I'll take care of it, don't worry," she insisted, attempting to sit Saizo back down while dabbing at the spill in his lap.
Saizo responded loudly, "Hey, where do you think you're putting your hands?" His voice carried a sharp edge of anger and embarrassment.
Isanami, playing dumb, continued wiping at his trousers, diligently cleaning the spilled tea. "Just hold still, Saizo. I'm almost done," she said, her tone overly cheerful as if trying to diffuse the tension with her obliviousness.
Saizo, still frustrated, grabbed her wrists gently but firmly, pulling her hands away from his lap. "Enough, Isanami. I said I'll handle it."
Isanami finally paused, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes. "But I was just trying to help," she protested softly.
Saizo let out a sigh, releasing her wrists. "I know, but this isn't helping.
Suddenly, Kamanosuke stood up, the sharp screech of their chair scraping against the wooden floor cutting through the conversation. The abrupt noise captured everyone's attention at the table. All eyes turned toward Kamanosuke, including Saizo, who glanced up with a blend of confusion and concern etched on his face.
"Kamanosuke, is everything alright?" Sanada asked, his voice breaking the silence that had fallen over the room.
Kamanosuke avoided eye contact, their expression tight and unreadable. "I'm fine," they replied curtly, their tone betraying the anger simmering beneath the surface. "I'm just not hungry anymore."
Without waiting for a response, Kamanosuke turned and strode towards the door, their movements quick and hurried.
Kamanosuke left the table, their figure disappearing as they descended the stairs and left the great hall. The conversations around the table resumed hesitantly, but the atmosphere had shifted, a tension lingering in the air.
Saizo, still standing by the table, finished cleaning himself off, his thoughts racing. He couldn't shake the concern he felt for Kamanosuke. The abrupt departure and the emotion in their voice troubled him deeply.
As he continued to dab at his clothes, Saizo's mind replayed the recent events—the intensity of their training session, the closeness he had felt with Kamanosuke, and the way their expression had hardened in the dining hall. Something was clearly wrong, and it lingered in his thoughts, nagging at him.
Sanada observed the scene with a knowing smirk, his eyes flicking between Saizo and the doorway through which Kamanosuke had just exited. The subtle shift in dynamics did not escape him, and he seemed to grasp the underlying tensions at play. Rokuro, ever present and direct, didn't hold back his thoughts.
"Sanada, are you planning to manipulate this situation to your advantage as usual?" Rokuro berated, his tone sharp and accusing.
Sanada's smile softened, though it retained its knowing edge. "Rokuro, it's not always about strategy," he replied, his voice calm and measured. "I'm genuinely concerned about Kamanosuke. Their well-being is important, and I think there's more going on here than we realize."
Rokuro crossed his arms, clearly skeptical but willing to listen. "If you say so. But don't think I won't call you out if this turns into one of your schemes."
Sanada chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Fair enough. But for now, let's focus on what really matters." He glanced at Saizo before looking back to Rokuro.
Rokuro had an inkling of what might be going on between Kamanosuke and Saizo, based on Sanada's actions and the tension in the room. However, he chose to disregard it for the moment, focusing instead on the immediate concerns.
Sanada, noticing Rokuro's contemplative expression, continued, "Kamanosuke barely touched their food tonight. They only ate about a third of it." His tone grew more serious. "I want to make sure they don't go hungry. Rokuro, please arrange for a servant to bring some food to Kamanosuke's room, just in case."
Rokuro nodded, "Of course my lord. I'll see to it immediately." He signaled a nearby servant and relayed the instructions, ensuring that a proper meal would be delivered to Kamanosuke.
Rokuro watched the servant leave to carry out the task, then turned back to Sanada with a hint of admiration in his eyes. "I have to say, it's refreshing to see you genuinely concerned and not manipulating the situation for your usual entertainment."
Sanada's smile softened further, a touch of humility in his expression. "Thank you, Rokuro. It's important to me that all of our Braves are taken care of. They are more than just warriors; they're part of our family."
Rokuro nodded appreciatively. "Despite your penchant for strategy and games, you genuinely care, and the others have all taken notice of that feature of yours"
Sanada placed a hand on Rokuro's shoulder. "It's a delicate balance, but I try my best."
Sanada then began to rub Rokuro's shoulder, a subtle yet intimate gesture that sent a shiver down Rokuro's spine. He felt the tension easing under Sanada's touch but fought to maintain his composure. Rokuro's eyes closed for a brief moment as he discreetly bit his lip, trying to steady his breath.
"My Lord," Rokuro said softly, his voice barely above a whisper, "aren't you done manipulating situations for tonight?"
Sanada's smile turned playful, though his eyes held a serious glint. "Not everything I do is manipulation, Rokuro. Sometimes, it's just about showing care in the ways I know how."
Rokuro opened his eyes, meeting Sanada's gaze. The blend of admiration and exasperation in his expression was unmistakable. "You have a unique way of showing it," he remarked, his voice steadier now.
Sanada smiled, a look of mischief sparkling in his eyes. "Do you want me to stop?" he asked subtly, his fingers still gently massaging Rokuro's shoulder.
Rokuro felt his breath hitch slightly, but he maintained his composure. "Only if you want to, my lord," he replied, his voice low and steady.
Sanada leaned in close to Rokuro, his breath warm against Rokuro's ear. "I don't want to stop," he whispered, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. "I enjoy this."
Rokuro felt a flush creep up his neck, his cheeks warming as he tried to hide his reaction. He glanced around the great hall discreetly, relieved to see that no one seemed to be paying them any attention.
Sanada, his voice deep but soft, whispered into Rokuro's ear again. "I want you to tell me that you like it."
Rokuro remained silent, his face a mixture of stoicism and hidden emotion. He felt the warmth of Sanada's breath, the words causing a flutter of feelings inside him. Despite his best efforts to remain composed, a slight tremor betrayed his inner feelings.
Sanada teased Rokuro for his silence, a playful glint in his eyes. "Your silence is telling, Rokuro," he murmured, his fingers starting to drift from Rokuro's shoulder, trailing down to caress his upper back. "I can feel the tension you're holding."
Rokuro stiffened slightly, his breath catching again. The warmth of Sanada's touch sent shivers down his spine as it moved lower, gently tracing the contours of his back.
"My lord," Rokuro managed to say, his voice tight but controlled, "we should focus on the tasks at hand."
Sanada continued to tease Rokuro, his voice low and intimate. "You're just trying to get out of this, aren't you?" he said softly. "But I know you, Rokuro. I can see that you're secretly enjoying yourself."
For a brief moment, defiance and vulnerability flashed in Rokuro's eyes. He took a steadying breath, allowing his mask of indifference to seamlessly return to his features.
Sanada, undeterred by Rokuro's attempt at composure, continued to tease him, his fingers still tracing delicate patterns on Rokuro's back. "You can put on that mask all you want, Rokuro," he whispered, his breath warm against Rokuro's ear. "But I know the truth."
Rokuro's heart raced, struggling to maintain his stoic facade, but Sanada's touch and words made it increasingly difficult.
"My lord," Rokuro said again, his voice barely above a whisper, "please."
Sanada's lips curved into a sly smile. "Please what?" he murmured, his hand now resting on the small of Rokuro's back, his thumb brushing gentle circles. "Please continue, or please stop?"
Rokuro's breath hitched, and he closed his eyes momentarily, trying to gather his scattered thoughts.
Rokuro, deciding that it was time to lean into the situation and give Sanada a taste of his own medicine, took a deep breath. Slowly, he leaned closer to Sanada, letting his lips brush against Sanada's ear as he whispered, "Maybe I don't want you to stop."
Sanada's eyes widened slightly, clearly intrigued. Rokuro's boldness was unexpected, and the shift in dynamic was both thrilling and entertaining. "Oh?" Sanada murmured, his voice tinged with amusement. "Trying to turn the tables, are we?"
Rokuro allowed a sly smile to form on his lips. "Perhaps," he replied, his voice low and sultry. He let his hand glide up Sanada's arm, fingertips grazing the fabric of his sleeve with deliberate slowness. "Or maybe I'm just enjoying myself."
Sanada's breath caught, but his composure remained intact. Instead of flustering, he seemed to revel in Rokuro's newfound boldness. "Well, well," Sanada said, his tone rich with approval. "I must say, I like this side of you, Rokuro."
Rokuro's smile widened as he considered his next move. He leveled an empty, teasing threat, his voice dripping with playful menace. "Perhaps I should manifest a similar situation from earlier," he said, raising his hot glass of tea menacingly. "Just as an excuse to touch you."
Sanada couldn't help but let a bead of sweat form at his temple, though his amusement was evident. He knew Rokuro would never actually do anything to hurt him, but the teasing was deliciously unnerving. "Oh, really?" Sanada replied, his tone light and taunting. "Maybe you should. I'd like to see you try."
Rokuro held the glass closer to Sanada, their eyes locked in a silent challenge. "You know I wouldn't," he murmured, his voice low and intimate. "But it's a fun idea."
Sanada's hand gently found its way to Rokuro's free hand, not holding the tea, and he playfully brushed his thumb over Rokuro's fingers. The delicate, intimate touch sent a shiver down Rokuro's spine, causing a flush to creep up his neck once more. He looked up at Sanada, his eyes wide with a mixture of surprise and something deeper.
Sanada's smile softened, though the playful glint never left his eyes. "It's fun to see you flustered," he murmured, his voice low and smooth. "But there's more to this than just teasing, isn't there?"
Rokuro swallowed hard, feeling the intensity of Sanada's gaze. "Perhaps," he replied, his voice a whisper. "But I'm not the only one who enjoys these moments."
Sanada chuckled softly, his thumb continuing to stroke Rokuro's hand. "No, you're not," he admitted, his tone carrying a hint of tenderness. "These moments are... important."
They sat there, savoring the moment between them, while everyone else at the table and in the great hall remained blissfully unaware. The other diners were engrossed in their meals and conversations, laughter and the clinking of utensils filling the air.
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Around 20 Minutes Later | 7:15pm - April, 14th, 1585
Ueda Castle, West Wing Barracks, Officers Barracks, Kamanosuke's Bedroom
Kamanosuke stood in their room, fuming. The walls seemed to close in around them, amplifying their frustration and anger. They paced back and forth, their mind a chaotic swirl of thoughts and emotions. The day's events replayed in their mind, each memory stoking the fire of their agitation.
Why did everything have to be so complicated? The training, the pressure, the constant proximity to Saizo—all of it felt like an unbearable weight. And then there was Isanami, always clinging to Saizo, oblivious to how much it grated on Kamanosuke's nerves. It was all too much.
Kamanosuke clenched their fists, feeling the tension coiled within them like a spring. They took a deep breath, trying to calm themselves, but it did little to ease the storm inside.
Kamanosuke's anger continued to simmer as they thought back to Isanami and her actions. The way she draped herself over Saizo, acting as if she owned him, ignited a fierce jealousy within. Saizo was his... Kamanosuke halted mid-thought. Saizo was Kamanosuke's what? they asked themselves. What had they been about to say?
Kamanosuke's mind raced, the realization hitting them hard. The possessiveness they felt, the jealousy that flared up every time Isanami got close to Saizo.
Saizo was Kamanosuke's... friend? Comrade? No, those words felt inadequate, unable to capture the intensity of their feelings. Kamanosuke's heart pounded as they grappled with the truth that had been lurking just beneath the surface.
Kamanosuke started to grapple with the overwhelming feeling of jealousy, a sensation that gnawed at their insides. Why were they feeling this way? Why did it bother them so much to see Isanami with Saizo?
They began to question themselves, trying to peel back the layers of their emotions. Was it really just about Isanami, or was there something deeper at play? The more they thought about it, the clearer it became: it wasn't simply about Isanami's behavior; it was about their own feelings for Saizo.
However, Kamanosuke was not yet ready to fully acknowledge these feelings. Instead, they redirected their frustration towards Isanami, blaming her entirely for being an insufferable nuisance. It was easier to shift the blame onto her than to confront the deeper, more unsettling emotions stirring within.
Isanami's high-pitched voice, her incessant chatter, the way she clung to Saizo—it all grated on Kamanosuke's nerves. Why did she have to be so intrusive? Why couldn't she see that her actions were disruptive and irritating? Kamanosuke's anger flared again as they focused on these thoughts.
"She's the problem," Kamanosuke muttered under their breath, trying to convince themselves. "If she would just back off, everything would be fine."
But even as they voiced these thoughts, a part of Kamanosuke knew that Isanami wasn't the real issue. The jealousy, the possessiveness—they stemmed from their own feelings for Saizo, feelings they were reluctant to acknowledge.
Even if Kamanosuke was willing to explore the feelings they harbored, they remained uncertain about what those emotions truly were when it came to Saizo. They wished to shut down all thoughts on the subject, but it was overwhelming and demanded their attention. Inevitably, they circled back to the intense jealousy that consumed them, fixating on how much they despised seeing Isanami all over Saizo—touching him, being near him.
Kamanosuke's frustration grew as they recalled the moments when Isanami had draped herself over Saizo, acting as if she owned him. The way she giggled and flirted, seemingly oblivious to how her actions grated on Kamanosuke's nerves. The image of her clinging to Saizo was enough to make their blood boil.
And then there was the incident with the tea. Kamanosuke couldn't help but think that Isanami had spilled it on purpose, just to gain more of Saizo's attention. The memory of Saizo's frustration and Isanami's feigned innocence fueled their anger further.
"She did that on purpose," Kamanosuke muttered, their voice tinged with bitterness. "Just to get more attention from him."
The thought of Isanami's manipulative actions solidified Kamanosuke's resolve. They couldn't stand by and watch her monopolize Saizo any longer. But beneath the surface of their anger, a deeper truth simmered—a truth they were still reluctant to face.
Suddenly, a knock at the door interrupted Kamanosuke's turbulent thoughts. They turned, somewhat startled, as a female servant's voice came through the door. "Excuse me, Kamanosuke-sama. Lord Sanada requested that I bring food to you. Shall I leave it here or bring it inside? And when would you like me to return to clean up?"
Kamanosuke, momentarily shaken from their musings, took a deep breath to steady themselves. "Leave it outside," they replied, their voice steadier than they felt. "Come back in half an hour to collect the tray."
The servant acknowledged the instruction with a polite nod, even though Kamanosuke couldn't see it. "As you wish, Kamanosuke-sama. I will return in thirty minutes." The soft sound of retreating footsteps indicated the servant's departure.
Kamanosuke still felt the lingering hunger from having left the great hall early and not eating much due to their conflicting emotions. Exercising caution, they waited for about a minute before slowly opening the door, peeking out to ensure no one else was nearby.
Seeing that the corridor was empty, Kamanosuke quickly grabbed the tray of food from the special tray slot built into the outside of every officer's barracks room for servant services and took it inside. They set the tray down on a small table, the comforting aroma of the meal providing a momentary distraction from their turbulent thoughts.
Kamanosuke felt a sense of relief to be back in the safety of their room, away from the prying eyes and the tension of the great hall. The comforting aroma of the meal provided a momentary distraction from their turbulent thoughts. Sitting down at the small table, they began to eat, savoring the peace and solitude.
Each bite brought a measure of calm, the simple but nourishing meal helping to ground them. The turmoil inside gradually subsided, replaced by a fleeting sense of normalcy. Kamanosuke allowed themselves to relax, the familiar surroundings of their room offering a sanctuary from the day's overwhelming emotions.
As they ate, their thoughts continually drifted back to Saizo and Isanami. The jealousy and frustration persisted, showing no signs of abating anytime soon.