Sengoku Night Blood [Megumi] Drabbles

Freedom or Not? [6]

After everyone was properly treated, I returned to my cell as promised. They were kind enough to not bound my hands again since I voluntarily went back into my cell without argue. The hand I cut was also wrapped with care after Masamune left to take care of the soldiers outside of the prison cellar.

But it was impossible to get rid of the event that occurred not long ago.

I buried my face into my legs in shame.

"What did I do to deserve this?" I mumbled, still feeling the warmth in my face.

"But you did great Megumi-san! You managed to treat everyone, even Masamune-san's injuries!"

Imari, I'm not proud of the fact that my hand just got licked by the same man who almost tried to kill me.

"Ugh." I could only groan back in response.

But in the midst of my despair, the door of the prison cellar opened.

Snapping me out of my thoughts. I slowly lifted my head to see Kojuro, wearing a smile to me.

"Uh?" I could only stare at him in confusion. What happened to that threatening nature of his the other day?

"Hello, Katakura-san." I started off in a polite manner. I don't know what he's thinking but I really shouldn't let my guard down so easily again.

Who knows when that smile of his could vanish in an instant.

"Kojuro is fine."

I could only stare at him in disbelief the minute he said that.

'W h a t?' Did I just hear him right?

He told me to call him by his first name.

"T-Then...Kojuro...san." I awkwardly muttered his name out loud. "What are you doing here?"

"Does the injury on your palm still hurt?"

'Oh the injury.' Even though it was to make Masamune recover faster, my action was reckless.

If Yuka were to ever see me, she'll be scolding me like there was no tomorrow.

And I wouldn't be able to face him if I showed up one day with an injury on my hand.

Raising my left hand up, I showed it to Kojuro.

"It's fine." It wasn't a lie. I was too focused on despairing. The pain of embarrassment was much stronger than literal pain. "See-!"

And without thinking, I slammed my palm against the iron bar.

I wanted to scream.

The pain was unbearable.

But I kept a false smile, hiding the pain.

"See?"

Kojuro shook his head. "Please don't be reckless."

Proceeding to open the door to the cell, he made his way over to me.

Then kneeled to my level.

Holding a gloved hand to me, Kojuro politely asked. "I'll change your wrappings."

"Can I have your hand?"

"Ah..." I don't think I should say no. "Okay."

Upon placing my hand into his, Kojuro rewrapped the injury with utmost care.

"You're really good at this." I was too focused on caring for the injured soldiers. So I didn't have any time to spare a glance at Kojuro's first aide skills.