𝐼𝑘𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛 𝑆𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑜𝑘𝑢 🌸 イケメン戦国

Perfect Harmony // Mitsunari Ishida

It wasn't unusual to have busy days in the Sengoku period. In fact, most days seemed to be overwhelmingly busy. It was only the fact that everyday was something new, something different to explore that made all the stress worth it.

This was especially true for Mitsunari. With the amount of reports to read and fill, countless councils only meant more paperwork. Often times, Mitsunari would make time for a "special occasion without reason." Some nights the two of you would cuddle up by the fire with a nice book, typically relating to the art of weapons, medicine, war and other intriguing topics for the tactician to indulge in. On nicer nights it was just a simple evening stroll, sometimes hitting a café or two. This was so the both of you could clear your minds and wind down from a hectic day.

Tonight you wanted to visit the market place, looking for nothing in particular, not going even to look, but because you wanted to feel the good energy from the people of Omihachiman and to feel apart of the community. Sometimes, you found yourself wanting to be someone other than "Y/n, the princess and Chatelaine of Azuchi castle and it's people." Afterall, you did come from the modern word, a civilian aka villager. You really only wished to be "Y/n."

It was a guilty pleasure of yours, completely innocent you would say. Once your feet step into Azuchi's market, you become one with the people. Not a princess, simply a person. This is where you find yourself the most... yourself!

So, there the both of you were, walking through crowds of people, hand in hand. A tall slender Oda warlord and a short city girl that both shared the smile and voice of an angel. Mitsunari begins to hum the beginning of an all too familiar song.

Through the embarrassment, you flash a beautiful grin his way, remembering him saying once that he appreciates your singing. The song he was humming used to be your favorite song, long ago, a Korean song actually.

He often would listen to you sing, though the lyrics made no sense to him, he'd pick up on them and sing too, fairly well, no one would argue considering the lack of knowledge of the language itself. He's only ever heard them sung by you, so however the words leave your lips, is how they leave his.

Sometimes, you would harmonize with him on accident and he would be completely blown away every time. He considered you a tactician of the music "industry." Of course, music was completely different in the modern world, unlike anything any of her friends could muster up in even their wildest imaginations.

"Where did you learn to do that? Did you study music?"

Like harmonizing was absolutely stunning to his mind and ears. How could you think of the notes that would fit perfectly with the notes he was belting, almost like a puzzle piece, you voices molded together to create something amazing.

Mitsunari didn't care what you sang, or what message it had. He was so in love with your voice, that you could sing a song about swallowing a man and he would sit in his chair, chin in the center of his palm, staring at you until your final note.

Similar to his long deep dived study sessions, where it's easy, almost second nature, to doze off into another dement ion, forgetting all responsibilities such as eating, drinking, even reporting back to his lord. Well, that is what "world" he goes into when you begin singing. Except, he snaps out once you're finished. 

"What did you call this song again?" he hums the chorus of the song adding a few incorrect lyrics here and there.

"Just dance," you sing.

Slightly disappointed, he slouched in his walk. He had it on the tip of his tongue, but couldn't remember. I knew it was that! he thought.

A small giggle escapes his plump lips, a beautiful melody. Your ears thank him. So carefree, acting like it was just the two of you, but of course, in his world, it was.