Datte...omae shika aisenai yo (2/9)
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wendyjolyTitle : Datte...omae shika aisenai yo
Author : WendyJoly
Pairing : Guess who~
Rating : PG
Lenght : Chaptered
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Genre : History, Master, Servant and Love
Disclaimer : I owe nothing but Arashi owns surely my soul
Summary : Ninomiya Kazunari serves a noble family and when his Master sounds to live his last hours, he writes a letter to the son, a samurai fighting for the Emperor, to ask him to come back home.
Note : I wanted to write a historical fic since ages, I hope this one will be enough to quenche my thirst...
CHAPITRE 2
“Sakurai-san is asleep; he’s going to be so happy to see you. But…perhaps do you need to take some rest before or would you like to take a bath…?”
He stopped, smiled and blushed seeing Sho’s appreciative look on him. The samurai laughed. The same laughter Nino heard so many times with his master.
“Excuse me, I’m too talkative.”
“My sister is home?”
“She’s currently in town with her husband, but we are going to send her a courier to tell her the good news.”
“If my father is taking some rest, I’ll go to my bedroom first.”
“Oh yes, of course. I’ll go with you, I’ll show you the way. But, I’m stupid, of course you know the way, it’s your home after all. Sorry…I did it again.”
Sakurai beamed and Nino bowed respectfully to the two men.
“My friend will sleep in the bedroom next mine.”
“Certainly Sir.”
Nino headed through the corridors and soon they were in front of Sho’s bedroom. The samurai entered the room placed his things on the floor and when he turned back he saw only Nino’s back at the end of the corridor. Jun laughed openly seeing his disappointed look and patted his shoulder.
When the two samurais went down, everybody was busy to welcome the son’s master decently. Sho looked for the little man but he was nowhere to be seen, nonetheless he spotted a well-known silhouette near the horses.
“Aiba-kun, is it you?” He asked astonished to the taller man.
“Bocchama! Yes it’s me.” He bowed to him, but Sakurai took the wrangler in his arms as if he was one of this soldiers.
“I can’t believe you became so tall! You’re an adult now!”
“Like you Bocchama.”
“Let me see you…”
Aiba looked at this so beautiful man shyly. He still had this malicious smile but he was clearly marked by these years of war. Manly and self-confident, with a magnetic aura and a deep look.
“Hajemimashite. Matsumoto Jun desu.”
The second samurai barged in the conversation shamelessly.
“Aiba Masaki desu. Hajemimashite.” The man bowed once again.
“Aiba’s family has always worked for my family. We’ve grown together. Matsumoto is my friend, we fought together for the Emperor. Tell me…” Said Sakurai resting his arm around Aiba’s shoulder. “Did you see that man, Ninomiya-san?”
“Not recently, no.”
“Well, if you see him, tell him I’m looking for him.”
“Certainly, Bocchama.”
“We are going to the bath, and then I will go meet my father. It’s a real pleasure to see you after a so long time!”
Aiba stared at the two men, unable to believe that the Master’s son didn’t ask any question about the domain or his father’s health.
=+=+
Fresh and neat, Sho went to see his father at the end of the day. He was deeply anxious. He fought more than often, faced death many times, but he had never been nervous like when he passed his father’s bedroom’s threshold.
He kneeled respectfully by his side and waited for his reaction. The old man was sitting at his low table and like always was proud-looking in his black kimono.
Sho guessed that he was standing up then he sensed his father’s hand on his back.
“Stand up, Sho and look at me.”
The warrior rose slowly his gaze up and stared at his father, so tall and straight despite his advanced age. He was still the same man, thought his son, even if his body seemed so weak, his look was still determined and full of pride. Sho felt these years of separation melting as snow under the sun and he felt like the little boy he was once.
“You’re a man now. I’m so proud of you.”
“Thank you, father.”
He has been so stupid during all this time, dreading his judgement and his rejection.
“You seem to be in a good shape.”
“Don’t lie to me, you have never been a good liar. When you were a boy, already…but enough of that. Tell me the war and the Emperor, I want to know everything.”
They sat both at the table and Sho told him the battleship, the soldiers, his missions, the Emperor and the Shogun for long hours. The pride in his father’s eyes, his hand on his shoulder and his quiet smirk on his lips, Sho discovered the pleasure to find a real peace of mind. He could barely imagine he had hesitated so much to come back.
When he went back to his bedroom, Matsumoto was already asleep and the house was quiet. He hadn’t seen Ninomiya but he had the firm intention to find him the next day.
=+=+
When Nino entered the master’s bedroom the next morning, his son was by his side and the old man had a delighted smile on his face.
“Konnichi wa Sakurai-san.”
“Kazunari, come here. You met my son?”
“Yes, Sakurai-san, I met him yesterday.”
“Sho, this is Kazunari. He kept me company during your absence, I can’t do anything without his help to be frank!”
“Once again you’re too good for me. I’ll come back later.”
The young man bowed at them and stepped back to left the bedroom.
“Where are you going?” Asked Sakurai’s father.
“I had to go to the kitchen, Juri-chan is preparing the menu for the dinner to celebrate your son’s return. She asked me some help.”
“It seems she can’t do anything without you either. But you will do this later. Stay with me for a while.”
“I don’t want to disturb you and~”
“I’ve got to go, father. I’ll come back later. Ninomiya-kun?”
“Yes Sakurai-san?”
“I will see you later too.”
“All…all right.”
The servant flushed confusedly and stepped aside to let the samurai leaving the bedroom.
He avoided knowingly his master’s look and reached out a Haiku book on the shelf to begin his daily reading.
When he came out he saw Sakurai and Matsumoto fighting in the family’s dojo. He admired them for a long time, frozen, unable to move, hidden behind a wooden panel.
“What are you looking Nino?” Asked a girl’s voice behind him. ”Oh, I see. It’s the master’s son and his friend. They are impressive, hm? But we’re definitely not from the same world.”
“And so?”
“I don’t know, you were looking at him as if you could be friend with them.”
“Don’t worry for me. I’m deeply aware of my position.”
“Hope so…Stop with this love eyes and come with me to the kitchen, I need your help.”
He nodded and followed the young woman without paying attention to the two fighters anymore.
=+=+
“So he’s back after all.” Said Masaki to his friend as they were quietly resting their tired bodies in the domain’s onsen.
Nino had avoided the samurai all day long, after Juri’s words. She was right, they didn’t live in the same world and the way his heart pounded each time he crossed its path shocked him too much to pretend he didn’t felt anything for him. Anyway, Sakurai had probably forgotten his request. He had so many things to do, a servant should be his last preoccupation.
“Yeah…he’s back. The master is totally transformed…As if the death shadows had finally left the place.”
“You talk like a poet, you sound just like them.”
“Them who?”
“Them, the masters. You’re just a servant, don’t forget it.”
“There’s no chance I forget. But…what’s happening to you? This morning, it was Juri and now it’s your turn. Why are you so concerned by me and…him?”
“There’s no ‘you and him’. There’s just a master and a domestic, nothing else. Don’t forget it. Never.”
“Masaki-kun?”
The taller turned his back to him and sat far from him, avoiding his gaze at any rate.
“Why are you worried about this?”
“I know those kind of men. They seduce you, they use you then forget you. There’s nothing left to save and you gained only a broken heart.”
“Who?”
“What?”
“Who did that to you? “
“No one! Why are you~”
“I know you Masaki ,it’s written all over your face. Tell me.”
“…Kimura-san.”
“The Lady’s husband?! Are you totally insane? He’s a player, a bad man and…Sorry, I didn’t want to hurt you.”
“You’re right. But he could be so nice sometimes, so gentle. He always finds the words.”
“You’re his lover? Currently?”
“Occasionally…”
“You have to stop this. If the Lady discovers it she will kill you for that. She knows her husband’s behaviour but under her own roof, she will not forgive it.”
“I’ll refuse him the next time, but you have to promise me something in exchange.”
“What?”
“Promise me, you will be cautious with the son’s master.”
“I’m a cautious man.”
“But he can be very persuasive and if he wants you he will chase you until you give up.”
“I’m not an idiot!”
“But you’re still blushing when you talk about him.”
“Me? No, you~”
“Finally, I find you!”
The two men turned their heads and figured out Sakurai and Matsumoto’s presence few meters only from them.
“Sakurai-san, I~”
“I told you I wanted to talk to you, where were you?”
“I…had to go in the field, your father asked me to and…” He noticed the warning look his friend was sending to him and he tried to find a way to escape rapidly.
He saw the samurais putting off their clothes to enter the water and he looked for his yukata with concern. The cloth was on the ground, not so far from him and he began to move to reach it.
But front of him, the two naked men were staring at him quietly. He can’t help noticing how they were beautifully built by their training and the fascinating scars on their bodies.
“We have to go.” Said Aiba fully dressed, handing him his yukata.
“I come.”
He gets out of the water as quickly as possible, ignoring the men’s look on him. He heard them laughing in his back but he tried to ease the fast beats of his heart. It was close…
“You like him?” Asked Matsumoto to his friend.
“He’s cute isn’t it?”
“Yes he’s cute and his friend too.”
“You? But I always thought you didn’t like boys.”
“It depends on the boys. This one is particularly handsome. And he’s a domestic I don’t think he will refuse my attentions.”
“Be nice to him, I know him since I’m a kid.”
“You’re talking! And this Ninomiya?”
“It’s different, he’s not a domestic. This letter he wrote to me and his skills for the calligraphy, he’s so…perfect. My father loves him like a child. I can’t jump in his bed like that…”
“You are going to pay court to him?!”
“Exactly.”
After this evening in the onsen Nino did his best to avoid the young master. Not that he really wanted to avoid him, but he made a promise to his friend and he wanted to keep it.
Masaki sounded so bad and he hadn’t seen anything. He felt guilty and if this little promise could help him to feel better, it was enough for Nino. He just had to stay far away from Sakurai son…and wait patiently the moment he would find a new whim.
This afternoon he was alone in the master’s library choosing a book for his daily reading, hesitating between an essay and a classic novel. Which one was better?
“If I were you I would pick this one.”
Ninomiya felt an arm against his ear, reaching out a book on a high shelf. He blushed, blaming himself silently for being once again too emotional and turned back to face the Samurai.
“Did you read Saikaku Isahara?”
“No, Sir.”
“He was poet and a very interesting writer.”
He handed him the book he was holding and Nino took it cautiously. “The great mirror of male love”. No wonder he didn’t read this kind of book to his master…
“Are you familiar with the term Nanchuko?”
“Not really…”
Nino felt the danger zone coming and he couldn’t find a way out this time. They were alone in the little room and to be true, he was exhilarated by the closeness with this so seductive man.
“The writer tells the story of a samurai and a young man, they met in a small village and fell in love with each other. It’s a pretty simple but very touching story. ‘Nanchuko’ is the love between two men, according the author the only pure and passionate love between two human beings.”
“W…Why?”
“Because they have nothing to gain with this love, no social position nor children, nothing else than a shared passion. You get it?”
“I think.”
“So…”
The samurai caressed Nino’s cheek and he closed his eyes, waiting the unavoidable kiss.
“Sho?”
“Crap...”moaned the man stepping back to free the domestic. “Oh father.”
“Leave Nino alone, you bother him and I was waiting for my reading.”
The old man took the book from Nino’s hand, gazed at it and put it back on the shelf.
“Maybe another day, but I wanted to hear poetry today.”
“Hai, Sakurai-san.” Said Nino, bowing at Sho then leaving the room hastily.
Once in Sakurai father’s study, he sat on the floor and opened the book.
“Nino, my child, you have to be careful with my son. If he’s infatuated with you, I could not do anything to protect you…”
“I know Sakurai-san, he’s a master after all and I’m just…a domestic.”
“I’m sorry my child.”
“I would not do anything to embarrass you.”
“I know it…So what did you choose today?”
“A new Haiku book from an author called Masaoka Shiki.”
“You can read.”
Ninomiya smiled and began to read the poetry book, trying to chase away all those inconsistent thoughts about the master’s son. He began to wonder if this so awaited comeback was a good thing after all. But he never saw his master so happy, so yes, it was the best thing which may occur.
Go to chapter 1
Author : WendyJoly
Pairing : Guess who~
Rating : PG
Lenght : Chaptered
Beta : My precious
chibipinkpetalsGenre : History, Master, Servant and Love
Disclaimer : I owe nothing but Arashi owns surely my soul
Summary : Ninomiya Kazunari serves a noble family and when his Master sounds to live his last hours, he writes a letter to the son, a samurai fighting for the Emperor, to ask him to come back home.
Note : I wanted to write a historical fic since ages, I hope this one will be enough to quenche my thirst...
CHAPITRE 2
“Sakurai-san is asleep; he’s going to be so happy to see you. But…perhaps do you need to take some rest before or would you like to take a bath…?”
He stopped, smiled and blushed seeing Sho’s appreciative look on him. The samurai laughed. The same laughter Nino heard so many times with his master.
“Excuse me, I’m too talkative.”
“My sister is home?”
“She’s currently in town with her husband, but we are going to send her a courier to tell her the good news.”
“If my father is taking some rest, I’ll go to my bedroom first.”
“Oh yes, of course. I’ll go with you, I’ll show you the way. But, I’m stupid, of course you know the way, it’s your home after all. Sorry…I did it again.”
Sakurai beamed and Nino bowed respectfully to the two men.
“My friend will sleep in the bedroom next mine.”
“Certainly Sir.”
Nino headed through the corridors and soon they were in front of Sho’s bedroom. The samurai entered the room placed his things on the floor and when he turned back he saw only Nino’s back at the end of the corridor. Jun laughed openly seeing his disappointed look and patted his shoulder.
When the two samurais went down, everybody was busy to welcome the son’s master decently. Sho looked for the little man but he was nowhere to be seen, nonetheless he spotted a well-known silhouette near the horses.
“Aiba-kun, is it you?” He asked astonished to the taller man.
“Bocchama! Yes it’s me.” He bowed to him, but Sakurai took the wrangler in his arms as if he was one of this soldiers.
“I can’t believe you became so tall! You’re an adult now!”
“Like you Bocchama.”
“Let me see you…”
Aiba looked at this so beautiful man shyly. He still had this malicious smile but he was clearly marked by these years of war. Manly and self-confident, with a magnetic aura and a deep look.
“Hajemimashite. Matsumoto Jun desu.”
The second samurai barged in the conversation shamelessly.
“Aiba Masaki desu. Hajemimashite.” The man bowed once again.
“Aiba’s family has always worked for my family. We’ve grown together. Matsumoto is my friend, we fought together for the Emperor. Tell me…” Said Sakurai resting his arm around Aiba’s shoulder. “Did you see that man, Ninomiya-san?”
“Not recently, no.”
“Well, if you see him, tell him I’m looking for him.”
“Certainly, Bocchama.”
“We are going to the bath, and then I will go meet my father. It’s a real pleasure to see you after a so long time!”
Aiba stared at the two men, unable to believe that the Master’s son didn’t ask any question about the domain or his father’s health.
=+=+
Fresh and neat, Sho went to see his father at the end of the day. He was deeply anxious. He fought more than often, faced death many times, but he had never been nervous like when he passed his father’s bedroom’s threshold.
He kneeled respectfully by his side and waited for his reaction. The old man was sitting at his low table and like always was proud-looking in his black kimono.
Sho guessed that he was standing up then he sensed his father’s hand on his back.
“Stand up, Sho and look at me.”
The warrior rose slowly his gaze up and stared at his father, so tall and straight despite his advanced age. He was still the same man, thought his son, even if his body seemed so weak, his look was still determined and full of pride. Sho felt these years of separation melting as snow under the sun and he felt like the little boy he was once.
“You’re a man now. I’m so proud of you.”
“Thank you, father.”
He has been so stupid during all this time, dreading his judgement and his rejection.
“You seem to be in a good shape.”
“Don’t lie to me, you have never been a good liar. When you were a boy, already…but enough of that. Tell me the war and the Emperor, I want to know everything.”
They sat both at the table and Sho told him the battleship, the soldiers, his missions, the Emperor and the Shogun for long hours. The pride in his father’s eyes, his hand on his shoulder and his quiet smirk on his lips, Sho discovered the pleasure to find a real peace of mind. He could barely imagine he had hesitated so much to come back.
When he went back to his bedroom, Matsumoto was already asleep and the house was quiet. He hadn’t seen Ninomiya but he had the firm intention to find him the next day.
=+=+
When Nino entered the master’s bedroom the next morning, his son was by his side and the old man had a delighted smile on his face.
“Konnichi wa Sakurai-san.”
“Kazunari, come here. You met my son?”
“Yes, Sakurai-san, I met him yesterday.”
“Sho, this is Kazunari. He kept me company during your absence, I can’t do anything without his help to be frank!”
“Once again you’re too good for me. I’ll come back later.”
The young man bowed at them and stepped back to left the bedroom.
“Where are you going?” Asked Sakurai’s father.
“I had to go to the kitchen, Juri-chan is preparing the menu for the dinner to celebrate your son’s return. She asked me some help.”
“It seems she can’t do anything without you either. But you will do this later. Stay with me for a while.”
“I don’t want to disturb you and~”
“I’ve got to go, father. I’ll come back later. Ninomiya-kun?”
“Yes Sakurai-san?”
“I will see you later too.”
“All…all right.”
The servant flushed confusedly and stepped aside to let the samurai leaving the bedroom.
He avoided knowingly his master’s look and reached out a Haiku book on the shelf to begin his daily reading.
When he came out he saw Sakurai and Matsumoto fighting in the family’s dojo. He admired them for a long time, frozen, unable to move, hidden behind a wooden panel.
“What are you looking Nino?” Asked a girl’s voice behind him. ”Oh, I see. It’s the master’s son and his friend. They are impressive, hm? But we’re definitely not from the same world.”
“And so?”
“I don’t know, you were looking at him as if you could be friend with them.”
“Don’t worry for me. I’m deeply aware of my position.”
“Hope so…Stop with this love eyes and come with me to the kitchen, I need your help.”
He nodded and followed the young woman without paying attention to the two fighters anymore.
=+=+
“So he’s back after all.” Said Masaki to his friend as they were quietly resting their tired bodies in the domain’s onsen.
Nino had avoided the samurai all day long, after Juri’s words. She was right, they didn’t live in the same world and the way his heart pounded each time he crossed its path shocked him too much to pretend he didn’t felt anything for him. Anyway, Sakurai had probably forgotten his request. He had so many things to do, a servant should be his last preoccupation.
“Yeah…he’s back. The master is totally transformed…As if the death shadows had finally left the place.”
“You talk like a poet, you sound just like them.”
“Them who?”
“Them, the masters. You’re just a servant, don’t forget it.”
“There’s no chance I forget. But…what’s happening to you? This morning, it was Juri and now it’s your turn. Why are you so concerned by me and…him?”
“There’s no ‘you and him’. There’s just a master and a domestic, nothing else. Don’t forget it. Never.”
“Masaki-kun?”
The taller turned his back to him and sat far from him, avoiding his gaze at any rate.
“Why are you worried about this?”
“I know those kind of men. They seduce you, they use you then forget you. There’s nothing left to save and you gained only a broken heart.”
“Who?”
“What?”
“Who did that to you? “
“No one! Why are you~”
“I know you Masaki ,it’s written all over your face. Tell me.”
“…Kimura-san.”
“The Lady’s husband?! Are you totally insane? He’s a player, a bad man and…Sorry, I didn’t want to hurt you.”
“You’re right. But he could be so nice sometimes, so gentle. He always finds the words.”
“You’re his lover? Currently?”
“Occasionally…”
“You have to stop this. If the Lady discovers it she will kill you for that. She knows her husband’s behaviour but under her own roof, she will not forgive it.”
“I’ll refuse him the next time, but you have to promise me something in exchange.”
“What?”
“Promise me, you will be cautious with the son’s master.”
“I’m a cautious man.”
“But he can be very persuasive and if he wants you he will chase you until you give up.”
“I’m not an idiot!”
“But you’re still blushing when you talk about him.”
“Me? No, you~”
“Finally, I find you!”
The two men turned their heads and figured out Sakurai and Matsumoto’s presence few meters only from them.
“Sakurai-san, I~”
“I told you I wanted to talk to you, where were you?”
“I…had to go in the field, your father asked me to and…” He noticed the warning look his friend was sending to him and he tried to find a way to escape rapidly.
He saw the samurais putting off their clothes to enter the water and he looked for his yukata with concern. The cloth was on the ground, not so far from him and he began to move to reach it.
But front of him, the two naked men were staring at him quietly. He can’t help noticing how they were beautifully built by their training and the fascinating scars on their bodies.
“We have to go.” Said Aiba fully dressed, handing him his yukata.
“I come.”
He gets out of the water as quickly as possible, ignoring the men’s look on him. He heard them laughing in his back but he tried to ease the fast beats of his heart. It was close…
“You like him?” Asked Matsumoto to his friend.
“He’s cute isn’t it?”
“Yes he’s cute and his friend too.”
“You? But I always thought you didn’t like boys.”
“It depends on the boys. This one is particularly handsome. And he’s a domestic I don’t think he will refuse my attentions.”
“Be nice to him, I know him since I’m a kid.”
“You’re talking! And this Ninomiya?”
“It’s different, he’s not a domestic. This letter he wrote to me and his skills for the calligraphy, he’s so…perfect. My father loves him like a child. I can’t jump in his bed like that…”
“You are going to pay court to him?!”
“Exactly.”
After this evening in the onsen Nino did his best to avoid the young master. Not that he really wanted to avoid him, but he made a promise to his friend and he wanted to keep it.
Masaki sounded so bad and he hadn’t seen anything. He felt guilty and if this little promise could help him to feel better, it was enough for Nino. He just had to stay far away from Sakurai son…and wait patiently the moment he would find a new whim.
This afternoon he was alone in the master’s library choosing a book for his daily reading, hesitating between an essay and a classic novel. Which one was better?
“If I were you I would pick this one.”
Ninomiya felt an arm against his ear, reaching out a book on a high shelf. He blushed, blaming himself silently for being once again too emotional and turned back to face the Samurai.
“Did you read Saikaku Isahara?”
“No, Sir.”
“He was poet and a very interesting writer.”
He handed him the book he was holding and Nino took it cautiously. “The great mirror of male love”. No wonder he didn’t read this kind of book to his master…
“Are you familiar with the term Nanchuko?”
“Not really…”
Nino felt the danger zone coming and he couldn’t find a way out this time. They were alone in the little room and to be true, he was exhilarated by the closeness with this so seductive man.
“The writer tells the story of a samurai and a young man, they met in a small village and fell in love with each other. It’s a pretty simple but very touching story. ‘Nanchuko’ is the love between two men, according the author the only pure and passionate love between two human beings.”
“W…Why?”
“Because they have nothing to gain with this love, no social position nor children, nothing else than a shared passion. You get it?”
“I think.”
“So…”
The samurai caressed Nino’s cheek and he closed his eyes, waiting the unavoidable kiss.
“Sho?”
“Crap...”moaned the man stepping back to free the domestic. “Oh father.”
“Leave Nino alone, you bother him and I was waiting for my reading.”
The old man took the book from Nino’s hand, gazed at it and put it back on the shelf.
“Maybe another day, but I wanted to hear poetry today.”
“Hai, Sakurai-san.” Said Nino, bowing at Sho then leaving the room hastily.
Once in Sakurai father’s study, he sat on the floor and opened the book.
“Nino, my child, you have to be careful with my son. If he’s infatuated with you, I could not do anything to protect you…”
“I know Sakurai-san, he’s a master after all and I’m just…a domestic.”
“I’m sorry my child.”
“I would not do anything to embarrass you.”
“I know it…So what did you choose today?”
“A new Haiku book from an author called Masaoka Shiki.”
“You can read.”
Ninomiya smiled and began to read the poetry book, trying to chase away all those inconsistent thoughts about the master’s son. He began to wonder if this so awaited comeback was a good thing after all. But he never saw his master so happy, so yes, it was the best thing which may occur.
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