𝐼𝑘𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛 𝑆𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑜𝑘𝑢 🌸 イケメン戦国

Stay Away // Nobunaga, Yukimura

*** Your husband does something's that could have or did harm your children.***

Nobunaga:

Nobunaga had finally acquired the pistol.

Many hours of the day he spent getting to understand the weapon. Practice shooting cleaning if, and overall, just admiring the piece of metal. Nobunaga ordered 500 matchlocks to be made for his armies, that's how much he admired the weapon.

To say the least, the advancements of weapons were exciting for him. He could sit and play with the gun for hours if you would let him.

While his wife and children were finger painting on the floor, Nobunaga was thoroughly cleaning his pistol in your shared chambers.

"I'll always protect you, my babies," he claims why whirling it around.

Claming you won't ever have to worry.
He points it in your direction while exclaiming with such enthusiasm that he will blow anyone's brains out that even thinks the unholy thought of harming what's most important to him.

"Nobunaga, I don't like you swing that thing around. I don't feel safe with guns around our children."

"You mustn't fear, I'll only protect-"

BOOM

Both Nobunaga and you gasp as a vase behind you shatters into a dozen pieces. The gentle grip on the calm babies in either arms, by instinct, tightens.

"Waaaaaah" Namari and Nakita burst into frightened tears.

But other than pulling your crying babies close to you, your body doesn't perfeorm any other action in the state of shock it is in.

"Baby... I didn't mean-" Nobunaga slowly rises from his chair and rushes towards his shocked family.

"Don't. Touch. Me." your breathing was heavy, about as heavy as his.

Hearing the pistol fall on his futon you gasp, holding onto your daughters head, hiding her face from the evil world.

"Dont, Nobunaga I'm serious. Stay away from my babies! Stay away!"

"That was a mistake. I'm so sorry, Y/N."

"Nobunaga!" your voice was loud and stern. Never had you been so serious. If you weren't I'm such shock, you would kill him right about now.

Looking back, you notice how close the broken glass is to you.

"No more guns in our bed chambers," he stated with the eyes of a begger.

"No more guns?"

Nobunaga sighs, staring down at his terrified wife.

"No more guns," he repeats, slowly making his way down to his screaming babies in his wife's arms. He clings onto you, tightly wrapping you in his arms.

Yukimura:

"Get a grip! That's enough crying." Yukimura lifted your son into the air and tried to set him down but he lifted his feet in the air to avoid the ground.

"Miko, stand up! Stop being so stubborn."

He forced his son to stand up and immediately let go when his feet were barley stable, almost as if he wanted him to fall.

Miko tumbled forward struggling to move his feet. Tumbling to the floor, he knocked his nose on the hard ground.

His son screamed out in fear and pain. In attempt to stand by himself, he fell again and cried even harder.

"Yuki! What the heck!"

"He's just clumsy. How was I supposed to know he was going to fall?"

You quickly pick up your only son up and hold him close, cradling his head under your chin, forgetting about his runny nose.

"Look, I'm sorry okay?" Yuki reached a hand out but you twirl around, and take a few steps away from your husband. 

"Stay away."

"Don't be like that, he will be okay."

But your son was still crying in pain while he grips the fabric around your shoulders like it was a life raft and he was stranded at sea.

"His nose is bleeding!" Yuki was in shock.

He knew Miko had just learned to take multiple steps just two days ago, but he didn't think he would fall so clumsily.

You gasp pulling your son's head out from in between your neck. He indeed had blood gushing out of his nose.

"It's okay. He will be okay. He's tough."

"He's ONE, Yukimura..." you glare daggers at him while he stares back at you in confusion.

"I know that..."

Yukimura hesitated for a moment, but quickly came to understand why you were so frustrated.

He can't pretend like he was clueless, Miko was still a baby and he can't expect him to be as tough as him.

Yuki rushed to comfort his child now, hoping you would let him.

"No," you hold your hand up "don't come any closer. You are breaking my heart right now, Yukimura."

Falling from your eyes were the tears of a scared mother. Yukimura's eyes were also glistening with tears. You found yourself entranced within your son's deep orbs.

Miko shared his father's eyes. In fact, he shares a lot with Yukimura. Your son is a spitting image of him.

"You can't just get an attitude with him. he doesn't understand, Yuki. He just wants attention from his father that doesn't seem to give a damn about him."

Miko began crying louder, face getting redder. She quickly apologized to the baby in her arms and carried him off into the other room.

Yukimura frowned as he watched the love of his life carry his only son out of the room with tears in both of their eyes.

He listens to you talk to his son with a gentle voice as you clean up his nose.

"Daddy loves you, okay Miko? He didn't mean to hurt you, baby. Daddy's just struggling with his emotions right now, okay?"

Yukimura walks slowly into the room and apologizes to you and your child

"Miko, daddy's sorry. That wasn't very kind of me and I'm sorry. I love you so much, my boy."