Ikemen Sengoku Writings

❋ Just A Little Longer // Nobunaga

Nobunaga watched with cold eyes as Hideyoshi placed the box in front of him. The others around him held the same grim look as they all held the same idea of what could be in the box. Showing no emotion, the Devil King lifted the cover of the box, revealing a single finger placed on red felt.

He did not react, though within him he felt an unrecognizable sharp pain in his heart, and felt suddenly lightheaded. He knew it was your finger by the small cut beneath your nail he recognized— you had gotten the small scratch after scraping it against the Go board. He remembered kissing it, tongue soaking up the blood, and how your face turned a cherry red at his kiss.

"My lord," Hideyoshi spoke, breaking the small moment of silence. His voice was quiet, and gaze downwards. Everyone in the council felt some sort of emotion seeing the ligament, and seeing their lords blank face. "What shall we do?"

Nobunaga sighed, closing up the box, keeping the facade of seemingly unmoved by the sudden 'gift' by Shingen. "His clear motive is to teach me a lesson. In return, we shall teach him one; the consequences of taking and damaging an Oda property."

He spit out the word 'property,' forcing himself to say the word that he in no means believes you are. He thought giving you the title of goods would help ease the pain he was feeling internally, and help to uphold the image he was trying so hard to not have falter. But in truth, it only made him feel worse, as a flood of guilt washed over him. "Yes, my lord," they all said in synch, bowing their heads before rising and making way out of the room.

Nobunaga sat still for a moment, staring at the box before him with faltering eyes. He slowly stood, taking the box with him up to his Tenshu. It was then that he was hit with a flurry of emotions;

It was first anger, and in a fit of rage he slammed the box on a nearby table and grabbed the closest thing he could grasp, and smashed it against the wall. He then kicked the futon, growling before making way to the wall, punching it a couple times.

Next was sadness. Before he knew it, hot, burning tears were streaming down his face, and he was stuck trying, and failing to hold them back. His hands ran rapidly through his raven hair, pulling at the strands as he slid against the wall, his feet kicking the ground slightly.

And then he was confused. He didn't understand why he was reacting the way— why he was so upset over something so trivial.

But finally, he felt relief. Because it wasn't trivial, after all. It meant much more: Everyone said he was only fond of you, and intrigued by your personality and forwardness. But he's not just fond of you. He is in love. And the one he's in love with has been kidnapped, is scared and frightened, and undoubtedly in pain after the ordeal put through. And he felt sudden relief now finally knowing and understanding why he was feeling this way. Because he's in love with you.

His realization only makes him the more determined to get you back. He'll fight to his last breath, and till this war is finished to have you back in his arms to comfort, protect, and heal.

And things will be different. He'll prove his love to you, anyway he has to. He takes back the box and holds it against his chest, and a wicked smile crosses his face as he ponders on what he'll do that bastard who crossed him, and hurt you.

"I'll get you back, _____. Wait just a little longer."

This is based off of this screen cap from Shingen's route, and I just want to point out, I know there is no way Shingen (in the game) would ever do this! However, the idea for this story popped into my head after this scene and this line: