Datte...omae shika aisenai yo (5/9)
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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...
CHAPTER 5
Nino didn’t see him for almost five days after this night.
Surprisingly, he was angry above all. Angry because once again he has been disappointed and it meant only one thing, he wasn’t totally freed from his idiotic crush for Sakurai.
What an idiot.
“How is the Master?” Asked Aiba.
“Not well. Ohno-sensei came yesterday and he told me to be prepared.”
“What will you do…after?”
Juri was cooking the meal while the two friends were sipping a cup of tea. He thought about it and more than he would have wish to, this past month. A few months ago, he would have answered without any hesitation that he was part of this house which became his, whoever the owner could be. But now he didn’t know, not yet, since his decision would depend of the son’s Masters’. Would he be able to stay in the house if Sakurai Son took the decision to lead the domain? Would he be able to keep a master and servant relationship after what happened between them?
“I hope that his son will be back soon.” Whispered Aiba gloomily.
“I rather hope he’s gonna go back to the Emperor soon.” Said Juri angrily.
“Why?”
“Since his arrival, the world turns around him, I miss my usual peaceful atmosphere. I’m pretty sure his father would be better without this damn pandemonium.”
Aiba stared at Nino and thought sadly that once Sakurai gone, Matsumoto will be gone too. He was not in love with him, absolutely not, but this morning again as he was still laid on his futon he had counted the days since his departure. He seduced him in a charming way and stole him some kisses, nothing really meaningful, but he liked the moment they shared, so different from the ones he had with Kimura-san.
The two samurais disappeared like they came, one morning, and after so many days without news, he began to believe that they were gone for good.
“They would have not left without notice.” Said Nino as if he was reading in his thoughts.
“I don’t know. A visit to the neighbourhood, what does it means?”
“That he wants to visit the domain a last time before his return at the army, perhaps?”
“What for?”
“Don’t know, see his friends, his old neighbour maybe. As if I could guess what is in his mind...”
Though, he would have given a lot to know what Sakurai had in mind. It was insane. Despite his detestable behaviour he was convinced that Sakurai cared about him. And he blamed himself much more to think this way, to hold this abhorred weakness for the samurai.
What will he have to do to disgust him once for all?
Juri was right, he should leave and the sooner, the better.
Kimura-san was still here even if her husband came back in town and since the dinner scene she sounded to be less harsh with him. She was surely reassured and satisfied by the way his Brother rejected him publicly…
“Nino the Master asks you.” Called You, Juri’s brother.
“Is he awake?”
“Not THIS master, the other one.”
“He’s back?”
“It seems. In the library. And Matsumoto-san asks for Masaki at the stable.”
The three friends exchanged a meaningful gaze, then Nino stood up and walked to the library, his heart pounding madly. What did he want to do to him, this time? Torturing him once again, perhaps finishing what he began the other night in his bedroom?
When he slid the panel, he was surprised to discover that Sakurai was not alone. This woman was here, Yuuka-san, well-known to be a manipulative, cold-heart woman amidst her servants. They were laughing joyfully and the anger overwhelmed Ninomiya.
“Oh, you’re here. Finally. My father is too permissive with his servants and with you, more than with anyone. You didn’t even know I was back to the domain, I guess. What a pity. How many times do you have to call for one of your servants, for them to come, Lady Yuuka?”
“I don’t know but I don’t have to wait.”
“You see?”
“Yes, Sakurai-san. Sorry.”
Nino bowed at them and it allowed him to hide the blush of anger on his face.
“Did my father teach you to play music?”
“The shamisen, Sir.”
“Perfect, you are going to play for us. You can sit in a corner of the room. Don’t disturb us.”
Nino clenched his fists, trying to not show his frustration and sat on the pillow reserved to the Shamisen player. The instrument was already here, so he knew. Then…why?
He seized the Bachi cautiously and pinched the first string skilfully.
“You are still so beautiful, Lady Yuuka, more than in my memories.”
“You are too nice to me, Sakurai-san.”
“No, this is the truth. Your marriage is successful. Do you have children?”
“I have been blessed by two boys.”
“Omedeto. Your husband is a lucky man.”
“Not at all.” She giggled idiotically and Nino did is best to not listen even if it was clearly impossible in such a small room.
“And your husband leaves you so often.”
“He can’t help it, he has been summoned at the Palace. But…”
“But?”
“Are you going to extend your stay…Sho-kun?”
Sakurai looked at Nino when he failed the note he was playing and a satisfied grin adorned his face.
“I beg your pardon?” He asked to the woman when he finally gazed at her.
“Will you return to the Emperor, Sakurai-san?”
Her voice was suddenly colder.
“I don’t know. The Emperor created a professional army and each man will have to give three years to the nation at the age of 21. He will need experimented instructors and a friend proposed me to join him. This is a true Historical turning-point and each of us has a role to play. Men like your husband especially.”
“What do you mean?”
“The Emperor’s goal is to lead a peaceful country. He’s determined to change it deeply, to reform it and he will need each one of us. He wants a real modernity of his army. Not only that, but a new way to cultivate the fields, a new education system too…it’s an ambitious project but extraordinary. To be frank, I can’t help but be enthusiastic.”
“You didn’t change a lot, Sho-kun. You’re still a dreamer.”
“A dreamer? Why?”
“Do you really think that the nobles of that country are ready to give up to the rights they own since centuries?”
“This is the Emperor choice, we have to follow him, it’s not a question of appreciation.”
“Dreamer. That’s what I said.”
“Don’t you wish a peaceful country for your children?”
“I wish them the life we are able to lead, my husband and I. With the same rights and the same duties. And if a war is necessary~”
“You don’t know what you’re saying. War is a terrible thing.”
“Excuse me. I spoke too much…”
She was angry, obviously even if her tone was still so quiet and soft. Nino kept on playing but his mind now was wandering elsewhere. In a country where a young meritorious boy would have a chance to lead the life he would have chosen. The silence suddenly fell in the room brought him back to the reality.
The woman was now simpering outrageously in front of Sakurai, and what the Hell, he smiled like an idiot. Without even thinking about it, Nino played an entertaining piece.
“You can go now, leave us alone, we need some privacy.” Said Sakurai softly without looking at him. “Wait for us at the door.”
“Excuse me.”
He went out hastily, closing the panel behind him after a last glimpse to Sakurai.
Crap. He repeated it once again, angry to be so easily toyed. But when Sakurai was speaking to this woman, he had the feeling that he was talking to him, for him only…
It was unbearable.
He heard them laugh together and he walked in the corridor, telling some haiku he learned by heart to forget that, behind this door, they were surely flirting. He didn’t wish to be at this woman place, of course, or he would have accept to sleep with him this night when he came into his bedroom, but Sakurai respected her like he will never respect him. She was a noble and she could be a liar, a cheater, whatever, he respected her because she has a high rank. What world was that?
Nino had always had conscience of the gap between the master and the servant but never had he been so frustrated. Perhaps because Sakurai was very talented to use it to torture him, perhaps because he would have loved see again the way he looked at him before he figure out that he was just a flunky in this house.
“Ninomiya. Clean the room while I walk with Lady Yuuka to her barouche.”
He nodded and didn’t miss the way she pinched her pretty nose angrily. Did something go wrong between those two? Good. They didn’t deserve happiness. No, they didn’t deserve to piss him off this way, though Nino. Sakurai didn’t have the right to spoil his day.
He cleaned the room the best he could and picked up the tea set on the tray to bring it back to the kitchen. But when he stood up, Sakurai was leaned against the frame door, staring at him seriously.
“Did you miss me?”
“...Did I miss your bad manners?”
“Watch your mouth.”
“No, Sir, I didn’t miss your bad manners, Sir.”
“Such a cunning man. Wait.”
He put his arms on his way in such a manner to obstruct his passage.
“I missed you and...I was happy to see you earlier.”
“...”
“You keep your mouth shut?”
“What can I answer to that?”
“You know...I was thinking that you would certainly have to join the army.”
Nino blushed and hung his head.
“So?”
“Not really...I...your father asked to the Domyai if I had to but I was injured when I was a child, I can’t really use one of my knees. So...no, I don’t Sir.”
“What’s happened?”
“I fell. In front of a horse.”
“I didn’t notice. Excuse me.”
Was he really apologizing to him?!
“May I take my leave now?”
Nino stepped forward and stood still, a few inches from Sakurai’s arm. This latter looked at him attentively and during a few seconds Nino thought he was about to kiss him. And to be frank he wouldn’t have refuse. There was so much desire in his eyes, so much tenderness and care that in this very moment, he died to be kissed.
Sakurai sighed and took off his arm after a “Go”.
The servant came back at the kitchen and gave the tray to Juri who looked at him with concern.
“What did he want?”
“That I play shamisen while he was talking with Yuuka-san.”
“She was here, that snake?!”
“Don’t talk this way, she’s a friend of his.”
“He’s like her.”
“I don’t know, I can’t figure out what kind of man he is.”
“A man who lures you all the time. If he could put you in his bed he would do it.”
“W...What are you talking about? As if I could be his lover.”
“Absolutely. You can’t, fortunately.”
“So? What’s your point?”
“Just...be careful.”
“I know my position. Don’t worry.”
“Good.”
She smiled to him and reached out to give him a cup of tea and a piece of bread. He thanked her and ate absentmindedly, wondering what would have happened if the samurai have tried his luck once again with him.
The next days he ran into him several times but not once Sakurai talked to him. Each time he crossed his gaze, he turned his head to look elsewhere, his face expressionless and Nino was sincerely puzzled by this new attitude.
Obviously, he had cross a line on the desire he had for him and after all, it was good news. He was just like a child, a whim chased the other and Nino was somehow relieved to have rejected him. Juri was right, he would have used him and forget him like as expected.
He was ready to go to bed after a busy day when Kimura-san barged into his bedroom agitated and hysterical like never.
“Father is so bad...he asks for you, go quick!”
He ran to the Master’s bedroom, the woman behind him and he found the old man so bad that he didn’t have the courage to tell him to rest. It was now so obvious. He was living his last hours and for the second time in his life Nino had the feeling to be the powerless witness of his father’s death. He caressed his hand and tried to offer him some comfort, like he always did.
“Am I so bad that you finally have nothing to tell?”
“No, Master, it’s just that I thought that perhaps, you didn’t want to hear my usual silliness…”
“You never fail to amuse me, you know.”
“Father, you asked me?”
Nino turned back and saw the samurai entering at his turn and kneeling by his side. The old man opened his eyes and fumbled to search Kazunari’s help to hold up his head. He drank a sip of water and talked in undertone but clearly enough to be heard.
“Yes, my son. I know my time has come, despite Kazunari’s protestations and I would like to settle some things with you when I’m still able to do it. At first, you don’t have to stay here if you want to join the Emperor’s side again.
Your sister’s husband can take care of the domain, he’s not the man I would have chosen for the task but you are a fighter, not a peasant, I’m perfectly aware of it. It will be your choice. I wrote a will a long time ago and I know you’ll do everything to respect my last wishes.
I ask you to take care of Kazunari. He’s like a son for me, treat him right, he deserves it. You will give him the horse he used to ride and you will help him to settle down if this is his desire.”
“Father…”
“Promise me.”
“I swear to you, Father.”
Nino’s head was hung; he cried in silence and left the bedroom to leave the father and children alone.
He waited for more than one hour in front of the door and when the samurai went out at his turn, they gazed at each other sadly.
“Should I look for the priests?” whispered Nino and Sakurai nodded.
As Nino stepped back he grabbed his hand and took him in his embrace.
“Sakurai-san?”
“Hush…just a few seconds, please. Please.”
Ninomiya felt his arms around him tighten strongly, the warmth of his firm body and above all, the way Sakurai needed him in this very moment, the way he needed him too.
He raised his arms slowly and as he was going to hug him, Sakurai stepped back.
“Go now.”
Let's com!
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...
CHAPTER 5
Nino didn’t see him for almost five days after this night.
Surprisingly, he was angry above all. Angry because once again he has been disappointed and it meant only one thing, he wasn’t totally freed from his idiotic crush for Sakurai.
What an idiot.
“How is the Master?” Asked Aiba.
“Not well. Ohno-sensei came yesterday and he told me to be prepared.”
“What will you do…after?”
Juri was cooking the meal while the two friends were sipping a cup of tea. He thought about it and more than he would have wish to, this past month. A few months ago, he would have answered without any hesitation that he was part of this house which became his, whoever the owner could be. But now he didn’t know, not yet, since his decision would depend of the son’s Masters’. Would he be able to stay in the house if Sakurai Son took the decision to lead the domain? Would he be able to keep a master and servant relationship after what happened between them?
“I hope that his son will be back soon.” Whispered Aiba gloomily.
“I rather hope he’s gonna go back to the Emperor soon.” Said Juri angrily.
“Why?”
“Since his arrival, the world turns around him, I miss my usual peaceful atmosphere. I’m pretty sure his father would be better without this damn pandemonium.”
Aiba stared at Nino and thought sadly that once Sakurai gone, Matsumoto will be gone too. He was not in love with him, absolutely not, but this morning again as he was still laid on his futon he had counted the days since his departure. He seduced him in a charming way and stole him some kisses, nothing really meaningful, but he liked the moment they shared, so different from the ones he had with Kimura-san.
The two samurais disappeared like they came, one morning, and after so many days without news, he began to believe that they were gone for good.
“They would have not left without notice.” Said Nino as if he was reading in his thoughts.
“I don’t know. A visit to the neighbourhood, what does it means?”
“That he wants to visit the domain a last time before his return at the army, perhaps?”
“What for?”
“Don’t know, see his friends, his old neighbour maybe. As if I could guess what is in his mind...”
Though, he would have given a lot to know what Sakurai had in mind. It was insane. Despite his detestable behaviour he was convinced that Sakurai cared about him. And he blamed himself much more to think this way, to hold this abhorred weakness for the samurai.
What will he have to do to disgust him once for all?
Juri was right, he should leave and the sooner, the better.
Kimura-san was still here even if her husband came back in town and since the dinner scene she sounded to be less harsh with him. She was surely reassured and satisfied by the way his Brother rejected him publicly…
“Nino the Master asks you.” Called You, Juri’s brother.
“Is he awake?”
“Not THIS master, the other one.”
“He’s back?”
“It seems. In the library. And Matsumoto-san asks for Masaki at the stable.”
The three friends exchanged a meaningful gaze, then Nino stood up and walked to the library, his heart pounding madly. What did he want to do to him, this time? Torturing him once again, perhaps finishing what he began the other night in his bedroom?
When he slid the panel, he was surprised to discover that Sakurai was not alone. This woman was here, Yuuka-san, well-known to be a manipulative, cold-heart woman amidst her servants. They were laughing joyfully and the anger overwhelmed Ninomiya.
“Oh, you’re here. Finally. My father is too permissive with his servants and with you, more than with anyone. You didn’t even know I was back to the domain, I guess. What a pity. How many times do you have to call for one of your servants, for them to come, Lady Yuuka?”
“I don’t know but I don’t have to wait.”
“You see?”
“Yes, Sakurai-san. Sorry.”
Nino bowed at them and it allowed him to hide the blush of anger on his face.
“Did my father teach you to play music?”
“The shamisen, Sir.”
“Perfect, you are going to play for us. You can sit in a corner of the room. Don’t disturb us.”
Nino clenched his fists, trying to not show his frustration and sat on the pillow reserved to the Shamisen player. The instrument was already here, so he knew. Then…why?
He seized the Bachi cautiously and pinched the first string skilfully.
“You are still so beautiful, Lady Yuuka, more than in my memories.”
“You are too nice to me, Sakurai-san.”
“No, this is the truth. Your marriage is successful. Do you have children?”
“I have been blessed by two boys.”
“Omedeto. Your husband is a lucky man.”
“Not at all.” She giggled idiotically and Nino did is best to not listen even if it was clearly impossible in such a small room.
“And your husband leaves you so often.”
“He can’t help it, he has been summoned at the Palace. But…”
“But?”
“Are you going to extend your stay…Sho-kun?”
Sakurai looked at Nino when he failed the note he was playing and a satisfied grin adorned his face.
“I beg your pardon?” He asked to the woman when he finally gazed at her.
“Will you return to the Emperor, Sakurai-san?”
Her voice was suddenly colder.
“I don’t know. The Emperor created a professional army and each man will have to give three years to the nation at the age of 21. He will need experimented instructors and a friend proposed me to join him. This is a true Historical turning-point and each of us has a role to play. Men like your husband especially.”
“What do you mean?”
“The Emperor’s goal is to lead a peaceful country. He’s determined to change it deeply, to reform it and he will need each one of us. He wants a real modernity of his army. Not only that, but a new way to cultivate the fields, a new education system too…it’s an ambitious project but extraordinary. To be frank, I can’t help but be enthusiastic.”
“You didn’t change a lot, Sho-kun. You’re still a dreamer.”
“A dreamer? Why?”
“Do you really think that the nobles of that country are ready to give up to the rights they own since centuries?”
“This is the Emperor choice, we have to follow him, it’s not a question of appreciation.”
“Dreamer. That’s what I said.”
“Don’t you wish a peaceful country for your children?”
“I wish them the life we are able to lead, my husband and I. With the same rights and the same duties. And if a war is necessary~”
“You don’t know what you’re saying. War is a terrible thing.”
“Excuse me. I spoke too much…”
She was angry, obviously even if her tone was still so quiet and soft. Nino kept on playing but his mind now was wandering elsewhere. In a country where a young meritorious boy would have a chance to lead the life he would have chosen. The silence suddenly fell in the room brought him back to the reality.
The woman was now simpering outrageously in front of Sakurai, and what the Hell, he smiled like an idiot. Without even thinking about it, Nino played an entertaining piece.
“You can go now, leave us alone, we need some privacy.” Said Sakurai softly without looking at him. “Wait for us at the door.”
“Excuse me.”
He went out hastily, closing the panel behind him after a last glimpse to Sakurai.
Crap. He repeated it once again, angry to be so easily toyed. But when Sakurai was speaking to this woman, he had the feeling that he was talking to him, for him only…
It was unbearable.
He heard them laugh together and he walked in the corridor, telling some haiku he learned by heart to forget that, behind this door, they were surely flirting. He didn’t wish to be at this woman place, of course, or he would have accept to sleep with him this night when he came into his bedroom, but Sakurai respected her like he will never respect him. She was a noble and she could be a liar, a cheater, whatever, he respected her because she has a high rank. What world was that?
Nino had always had conscience of the gap between the master and the servant but never had he been so frustrated. Perhaps because Sakurai was very talented to use it to torture him, perhaps because he would have loved see again the way he looked at him before he figure out that he was just a flunky in this house.
“Ninomiya. Clean the room while I walk with Lady Yuuka to her barouche.”
He nodded and didn’t miss the way she pinched her pretty nose angrily. Did something go wrong between those two? Good. They didn’t deserve happiness. No, they didn’t deserve to piss him off this way, though Nino. Sakurai didn’t have the right to spoil his day.
He cleaned the room the best he could and picked up the tea set on the tray to bring it back to the kitchen. But when he stood up, Sakurai was leaned against the frame door, staring at him seriously.
“Did you miss me?”
“...Did I miss your bad manners?”
“Watch your mouth.”
“No, Sir, I didn’t miss your bad manners, Sir.”
“Such a cunning man. Wait.”
He put his arms on his way in such a manner to obstruct his passage.
“I missed you and...I was happy to see you earlier.”
“...”
“You keep your mouth shut?”
“What can I answer to that?”
“You know...I was thinking that you would certainly have to join the army.”
Nino blushed and hung his head.
“So?”
“Not really...I...your father asked to the Domyai if I had to but I was injured when I was a child, I can’t really use one of my knees. So...no, I don’t Sir.”
“What’s happened?”
“I fell. In front of a horse.”
“I didn’t notice. Excuse me.”
Was he really apologizing to him?!
“May I take my leave now?”
Nino stepped forward and stood still, a few inches from Sakurai’s arm. This latter looked at him attentively and during a few seconds Nino thought he was about to kiss him. And to be frank he wouldn’t have refuse. There was so much desire in his eyes, so much tenderness and care that in this very moment, he died to be kissed.
Sakurai sighed and took off his arm after a “Go”.
The servant came back at the kitchen and gave the tray to Juri who looked at him with concern.
“What did he want?”
“That I play shamisen while he was talking with Yuuka-san.”
“She was here, that snake?!”
“Don’t talk this way, she’s a friend of his.”
“He’s like her.”
“I don’t know, I can’t figure out what kind of man he is.”
“A man who lures you all the time. If he could put you in his bed he would do it.”
“W...What are you talking about? As if I could be his lover.”
“Absolutely. You can’t, fortunately.”
“So? What’s your point?”
“Just...be careful.”
“I know my position. Don’t worry.”
“Good.”
She smiled to him and reached out to give him a cup of tea and a piece of bread. He thanked her and ate absentmindedly, wondering what would have happened if the samurai have tried his luck once again with him.
The next days he ran into him several times but not once Sakurai talked to him. Each time he crossed his gaze, he turned his head to look elsewhere, his face expressionless and Nino was sincerely puzzled by this new attitude.
Obviously, he had cross a line on the desire he had for him and after all, it was good news. He was just like a child, a whim chased the other and Nino was somehow relieved to have rejected him. Juri was right, he would have used him and forget him like as expected.
He was ready to go to bed after a busy day when Kimura-san barged into his bedroom agitated and hysterical like never.
“Father is so bad...he asks for you, go quick!”
He ran to the Master’s bedroom, the woman behind him and he found the old man so bad that he didn’t have the courage to tell him to rest. It was now so obvious. He was living his last hours and for the second time in his life Nino had the feeling to be the powerless witness of his father’s death. He caressed his hand and tried to offer him some comfort, like he always did.
“Am I so bad that you finally have nothing to tell?”
“No, Master, it’s just that I thought that perhaps, you didn’t want to hear my usual silliness…”
“You never fail to amuse me, you know.”
“Father, you asked me?”
Nino turned back and saw the samurai entering at his turn and kneeling by his side. The old man opened his eyes and fumbled to search Kazunari’s help to hold up his head. He drank a sip of water and talked in undertone but clearly enough to be heard.
“Yes, my son. I know my time has come, despite Kazunari’s protestations and I would like to settle some things with you when I’m still able to do it. At first, you don’t have to stay here if you want to join the Emperor’s side again.
Your sister’s husband can take care of the domain, he’s not the man I would have chosen for the task but you are a fighter, not a peasant, I’m perfectly aware of it. It will be your choice. I wrote a will a long time ago and I know you’ll do everything to respect my last wishes.
I ask you to take care of Kazunari. He’s like a son for me, treat him right, he deserves it. You will give him the horse he used to ride and you will help him to settle down if this is his desire.”
“Father…”
“Promise me.”
“I swear to you, Father.”
Nino’s head was hung; he cried in silence and left the bedroom to leave the father and children alone.
He waited for more than one hour in front of the door and when the samurai went out at his turn, they gazed at each other sadly.
“Should I look for the priests?” whispered Nino and Sakurai nodded.
As Nino stepped back he grabbed his hand and took him in his embrace.
“Sakurai-san?”
“Hush…just a few seconds, please. Please.”
Ninomiya felt his arms around him tighten strongly, the warmth of his firm body and above all, the way Sakurai needed him in this very moment, the way he needed him too.
He raised his arms slowly and as he was going to hug him, Sakurai stepped back.
“Go now.”
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