Can I hear stories about the children when they were a baby? 🥹
Hopefully Kenshin didn’t get peed in the face by his boys in the past when changing their diaper 😅
When the twins were born, many did not expect to see two tiny blonde babies at the same time.
Sasuke: "Lord Kenshin has multiplied."
Yukimura: "They look like him a bit too much, hopefully their personalities will be different."
Unfortunately for everyone, Ken and Takeru as babies already showed signs of inheriting some of their father's personality.
Ken inherited Kenshin’s attachment aka he was a super clingy baby.
But unlike Kenshin, who only ever had eyes for his wife, Ken divided his loyalty very seriously between both parents.
He was absolutely a mama’s boy first.
If she entered the room, nothing else mattered.
Ken would immediately brighten, tiny arms stretching toward her with complete confidence that she should pick him up right away. If Kenshin happened to be holding him at the time, Ken would lean dramatically toward her as though he had been waiting forever to be rescued.
Kenshin would stare at him.
“You were content moments ago.”
Ken did not care. He loved his mother fiercely, openly, completely.
But the moment she stepped away?
Kenshin became everything.
If it was only the two of them, Ken attached himself to Kenshin like he belonged there permanently. He loved resting against his chest, listening to his heartbeat, tiny fingers curled into his robe as if to make sure he stayed close.
And Ken was incredibly selective.
He refused to be held by almost anyone else.
Servants tried. Relatives tried.
Even gentle, patient attempts usually ended the same way. Ken’s face scrunching up before he cried in complete protest.
But the second one of his parents took him back, he calmed instantly.
Especially with Kenshin.
Ken would immediately melt against him, breathing soft and sleepy, as though everything was right again.
Kenshin loved every moment of this.
Because despite Ken choosing his mother first whenever she was present, Kenshin treasured every moment when Ken chose him.
And Ken always looked for him.
If Kenshin left the room, Ken noticed almost immediately.
The servants once watched Kenshin step outside briefly.
Only seconds later, Ken looked around, realized he was gone, and began crying in genuine distress.
Kenshin returned at once.
Ken stopped crying the instant he saw him, lifting tiny arms upward with watery eyes.
No hesitation.
Just immediate trust that Kenshin would come back.
And Kenshin always did.
It became one of the reasons Kenshin tried so hard to make time for them.
No matter how busy he was, he returned early whenever he could. He shortened meetings. Left training sooner. Found excuses to step away (aka leaving work to our poor Kanetsugu) simply to spend time with his sons.
Because he knew they waited for him.
And because he wanted to be there.
Also, putting Ken down was nearly impossible once he's comfortable.
Kenshin could spend an hour pacing the room with him asleep on his shoulder, feeling the warm weight of his son finally go limp with sleep. Carefully, very carefully, he would lower him toward the crib.
And somehow Ken always knew.
His eyes would blink open immediately, and he would start whimpering until Kenshin lifted him up again. Super clingy, sensitive, and demanding baby he was, but Kenshin showered him with as much love as he could.
Meanwhile, Takeru inherited Kenshin’s unlimited energy and chaos combined with his mother's cheerfulness.
He kicked constantly as a baby, always wriggling in someone’s arms, always trying to look around and smiling at everyone. He crawled early and quickly became impossible to keep still.
Kenshin would place him safely on a blanket with toys.
Moments later, he had somehow migrated halfway across the room.
Takeru wanted to touch everything.
Explore everything.
Put everything in his mouth.
Kenshin often followed him with quiet amusement, watching his son move through the world without fear.
And Takeru loved being carried high.
He especially loved when Kenshin lifted him into the air.
It made him laugh every single time.
Unfortunately, accidents happened.
One afternoon, he raised Takeru overhead because the baby was giggling so brightly.
Then immediately spit milk directly onto Kenshin’s face.
The room went silent.
Takeru blinked happily, visibly relieved.
Kenshin stood there, milk slowly sliding down his cheek.
“…I trusted you.”
Takeru only smiled.
Bath time was another battle.
Takeru adored water. He splashed happily, kicked his legs, soaked everyone nearby.
But clothes afterward?
Unacceptable.
The second Kenshin tried dressing him, Takeru transformed into pure anger.
He twisted.
Rolled.
Kicked free.
Screamed.
Cried dramatically as if Kenshin was peeling his skin.
Sometimes servants standing nearby would offer to help him, but both the baby and father would glare at them for interrupting their "battle".
Despite everything, he loved every part of it.
He loved Ken’s clinginess.
He loved how Ken searched for him when he woke up.
He loved how Takeru crawled toward everything with fearless curiosity.
He loved the sleepy cuddles.
The tiny hands gripping his robe.
The weight of them against his chest.
Sometimes Kenshin would sit quietly near their cribs for hours, simply watching them sleep.
No words.
Just that soft expression he only wore around them.
Like he still couldn’t believe they were his.
He was already imagining teaching them sword fighting long before they could walk.
One day when walking through the hall, Shingen once caught Kenshin carrying two tiny practice swords, which seemed like it was made for two tiny humans.
Shingen: “Kenshin, they could barely walk two steps.”
Kenshin: “They can stand already so they must begin early.”
But unfortunately, his attempts to train the babies was of course thwarted by his wife due to safety reasons. (Yep he got scolded)
And when they were babies, Kenshin always looked at them with the same expression.
Gentle.
Proud.
Completely in love.
As if nothing in the world could ever compare to being their father.
OCs (with their respective owners) featured in this Act: Morgan( @welp-back-on-my-bs), Arundhati( @just-little-silly), Ellara( @woofwoofimmaturtle), Cherry ( @cherrykasugayama)
ACT 15 - Rememberence
Remembrance: the action of remembering something. Memories are part of life, but at the same time can bring both good and bad memories – that can impact our way of life.
Some of us suppress some memories as a way for us to deal with trauma, you can’t feel the pain if you never remember it, right? Yet, by doing so, you will end up leaving a void that cannot be filled till you confront that trauma again.
–
It has been two years since Amaryllis departed the Oda Forces temporarily. Of course, during those two years, she had sent letters to the Oda – updating about her whereabouts or to do some tasks that they wished for her to do while she was out there. But ever since she arrived in Echigo, her letters have decreased due to her being in enemy grounds, leading Hideyoshi to worry but decided to trust her.
“What if she–”
“Hideyoshi, relax. She told me a year ago that Echigo would be her last destination,” Ieyasu bluntly said, which Hideyoshi turned to him.
“And she never bothered to tell her father!? Instead another warlord–”
“My my~ I never thought you would be ready to turn the world upside down for your daughter,” Mitsuhide chuckled at the door as he looked at Hideyoshi being stressed out.
“My lord, it is best if you cease your actions. Otherwise, Lord Hideyoshi would–” Kyubei tried to calm down the situation but wasn’t able to in time, leading Hideyoshi to grab Mitsuhide by the collar.
“Mitsuhide you have no right–!” Thus, Hideyoshi started his regular Mitsuhide lecture.
“Hey, has anybody noticed that Keiji isn’t here?” Masamune took notice of the lack of the Wild Child’s presence in Azuchi.
“Wait. What?” Hideyoshi turned to Masamune before scanning the room – Keiji wasn’t here.
“Traveling is the most likely case for Lord Keiji!” Mitsunari gave out his own guess, which is true – a sound of relief could be heard from Ieyasu.
“It seems like things will be quiet for a bit till our other child comes home, isn’t Hideyoshi?” Mitsuhide smirked before Hideyoshi stared at him once more.
“Do not say something like that! You–!”
“My lords, I have received a letter to Lord Nobunaga. It is from the Mori clan, sending their adoptive son, Ranmaru Mori, to be one of Nobunaga’s pages,” Ryuu announced his presence before presenting the letter to Nobunaga’s inner circle.
“Oh?”
That caught everyone’s interest now, to the point Ieyasu's attention is now at the letter in Ryuu’s hands. It would be reasonable to present it to Nobunaga first unless he already read it, leaving them to decide. Thanks to him being constantly busy managing his domains and campaigns.
“Thank you, Ryuu, leave it on the table,” Hideyoshi said as he stared at the ninja before he left alongside Kyubei.
“Great. Didn’t think we would end up being actual judges for a potential page or spy,” Ieyasu tried to look indifferent about the matter; his words’ meanings said otherwise.
“Well, let’s start judging the lad. Shall we?”
“Agreed.”
“You’re leaving Echigo?” Morgan was surprised at Amaryllis’s desire to leave.
“Yes. I think… I sorta found my answer to what I’ve been missing. So, thank you, and the others as well. All of you comforted me when I was my lowest and probably when I was most vulnerable. So, if you or anybody else plans to visit Azuchi some time in the future, just tell me,” Amaryllis looked at her cup of tea before smiling at her reflection.
“I will take your advice about traveling into account. Not sure about how Shingen would react, he seems to constantly worry for you since that night,” Morgan commented before standing up.
“Not sure, but… maybe in the past I met him before when I was younger.”
“Huh?”
“I don’t remember much about the past, due to their faces being a blur let alone I can’t figure out their voices. I am certain of one thing… I had a family in the past with friends and my father’s friends as well. I don’t know if they are still alive, but if they are, then… I wish for them to live a long life,” standing up with Amaryllis looking at the skies, almost like the mist in her eyes has cleared a bit.
“...maybe they are still alive, hoping you are still alive.”
“Maybe.”
The two decided to clean up as they started preparing for their separate departure on different dates. Making a promise to help each other, no matter what – which extended to their friends.
Yet Shingen and Yoshimoto were nearby, watching the two talk.
“Then it begins. It would be nice if they could stay here but… it is best to let the birds fly freely,” Yoshimoto said in a sorrowful voice – like he wished to experience a sense of freedom instead of the chains around his neck.
“I’m hoping they won’t get killed out there.”
Shingen knows he cannot stop both of them, yet a selfish side or his paternal side, wants them to be close so he can make sure no harm will fall upon either of them. But this is their choice, in which he must respect their decision.
Three white butterflies flapped near them. Almost like they are souls of those who died in this warring era, yet lingers in this moral world.
As if their souls can’t rest, not yet. But someday, it will.
In the Date manor in Azuchi, most of the ninjas were watching a game of Go between Ryuu and Masahiro.
CLANK
“Come on! You got to win this Ryuu!” Ellara was supporting Ryuu’s next move after Masahiro.
CLANK
“Is this going to be a tie?” Yori looked at the board, both sides were close to surrounding each other.
“It might be,” Kojuro looked at the board as the two stayed quiet.
“Why was I brought here?” Hanzo asked as he felt Kyubei behind him – smiling at him, Hanzo doesn’t like that, especially knowing the rumors of Kyubei’s lord.
“It is best to bond with your comrade other than your village, Hanzo. You may gain something from this gathering of ours we usually host monthly now,” Kyubei gave Hanzo a gentle push forward where everyone was at.
CLANK
“I-I lost…?”
“I WON! YES!”
“You owe me 5 coins, Yori!”
“GOD DAMNIT!” Yori wailed out as he grabbed 5 coins out of his pouch before throwing it at Ellara.
“I’m impressed by your strategy, Ryuu. You have grown in these past two years,” Masahiro couldn’t help but smile at his junior who was in a state of shock.
“Thank you Masahiro!”
“Can I go now?” Hanzo turned to Kyubei who nodded.
“Such a shame for you to leave when it is starting to get lively,” Kojuro turned to Hanzo’s retreating figure, almost like he was trying to provoke Hanzo.
“...I’m not the type of person to handle an environment like this. I prefer staying in the shadows, if that is what you were hoping for, Lord Kojuro,” Hanzo stood still before turning back at Kojuro.
BONK
“Ack-!”
“Kojuro, leave the man alone,” Ellara stared at her superior after throwing a Go piece at his head.
“I suppose I should cease my teasing for today,” Kojuro sighed as he sat down while Hanzo silently thanked Ellara for her intervention before leaving.
“That does remind me, Amaryllis recently just sent a letter to us,” Kyubei grabbed the letter from his kimono sleeve after getting everyone’s attention.
“Really?! Is it about her return?” Ellara was the first one to jump into Kyubei’s face who looked to the others for help.
“Sighhh Ellara get back here,” Yori grabbed Ellara’s kimono collar from behind before dragging her back to her seat.
“Thank you Yori,” Masahiro felt like he can finally relax knowing Yori can cover Ellara on his behalf.
“Well, how about you share it with us, Lord Kybuei?” Ryuu looked at him.
“Very well.”
The letter merely talked about her return to Azuchi which made Ryuu and Ellara happy of their friend’s return after such a long trip. Yori, on the other hand, was planning to ask her about her travels and which place got the best bolt of fabrics for his sister – he stole her scarf, that's why.
“I suppose we shall make preparations for the return party and the new page that Nobunaga will have.”
“Well, let’s make sure we got everything for both of them then!”
“Don’t rush things Ellara, we gotta be on the look out for Lord Mitsuhide.”
“ACK! You’re right… UGHH CURSE HIM AND HIS SCHEMES!”
“I will do my best to prevent my lord from swapping his sake with your lord’s water.”
“Thanks Kyubei!”
“It’s almost the end of winter,” Ryuu commented as the last traces of snow would disappear in the coming days.
“A good sign from the gods then,” Masahiro smiled despite the eyebags under his eyes.
“Really is,” Kyubei followed suit with his own answer.
They didn’t have to speak further than that. They had seen winter several times in the past, both good and bad memories. Especially for Ellara, her mother tried to kill her by throwing her out in the middle of winter – she would have been dead if it wasn’t for her uncle who found her in the nick of time.
Winter was cold to many of them, yet as time went on and they became closer, understand each other, the shivering cold was replaced by a cozy feeling – one that many feel today. A place to return no matter what, with the season no longer carrying the memories that they wish to forget, but one that they wish to create more with that same warm presence.
In Nobunaga’s sister’s chamber, her ladies-in-waiting came to report to their lady about recent stuff that has been passed around in the castle.
“So, she will be coming back?”
“Yes, Lady Cherry. Lady Amaryllis will return some time in the spring,” one of them responded as they tended to their lady’s kimono.
“Very well, I will leave the preparations to you all then,” Cherry turned to her ladies-in-waiting with a smile.
“Of course! We are thankful for your trust in us, especially to one in your inner court!” all of them said at once as they smiled before resuming their duties.
To Cherry, ladies-in-waiting are not tools but people who help her in her daily life, also people who protect her by making sure no information about her leaks to her brother’s enemies. After all, it is the reason why chose them, as she trusts them as they trust her. It is a bond of mutual trust and respect, one that she allowed to flourish due to her unable to find a trustworthy person to be her head of her ladies, not yet at the moment.
“Spring will be lovely this year. I wonder how brother would think about watching the petals pass by… the people will definitely enjoy such scenery,” Cherry stared at the garden as she thought about the day her friend’s return with a smile on her face.
–
In her room, Amaryllis was packing while making sure nothing was left behind for her journey back. Till she heard a set of footsteps approaching her door.
“Hey Ama, mind if you could help me with something before you leave?” Morgan opened Amaryllis’s doors, clearly wanting to ask something.
“Sure. What is it?” Amaryllis finished wrapping the bundle of her two years worth of work before turning to her friend.
“Mind helping me with my swordmanship?”
The moment Morgan said that, Amaryllis felt her hands shaked. “...why?”
“I need to prepare myself… if I want to travel, that is.”
“...okay.”
With the two now in the empty training hall, they both picked up their respective bokken before making their way to their respective places. Neither needed to mutter a word, both of them came at each other with everything they got, especially Morgan.
CLANG
“Try to push more into your legs, Morgan. Your strikes are becoming sloppy.”
“Hah… I’m trying…! It was the fastest I could do–!” Morgan heaved before jumping back as they saw Amaryllis readying for a kick to their head.
“Reaction time, quite okay. But… not good enough in an actual battle,” Amaryllis stood before them without breaking a sweat during their whole sparring session.
“T-then what should I do?”
“Predict your opponent's move and adjust accordingly,” Amaryllis went to a low stance before dashing at Morgan who couldn’t react in time.
“...!”
Amaryllis’s bokken was inches away from Morgan’s neck. They couldn’t see her form, she was a blur till she stood in front of them. The moment they locked eyes with her – it was a sense of fear and worry. “I… No. How did you..?”
Morgan was at a loss of words. They knew Amaryllis was fast due to her occupation like Arundhati and Sasuke, but the speed she did… it was much faster than the two for sure – no wonder why Sasuke was taken off guard when they first met. But, a sense of opportunity rose as Amaryllis lowered her bokken before taking a few steps back.
“Can you teach me how to do that?”
“...What?” Amaryllis looked at them, confused.
“I… I want to know how to move like that. Knowing I plan to travel, it would be best if I know a thing or two about the real thing – especially from an expert.”
Amaryllis took a moment to think about it. Knowing her dismissing strength, she is unable to cleanly cut a bamboo without it being stuck in the middle. It would be best if she gave it to someone – someone who has much more potential to harness such skill than her. “Very well, but since I plan to leave in a month or two from now, I will show you and write down the rest for you to practice till you feel ready for your journey.”
Morgan couldn’t help but smile at the offer; “Thank you.”
In the glow of the morning, Amaryllis instructed Morgan – criticizing their form, stance, and many more, all due to her time with Mitsuhide. Sometimes Yukimura and Sasuke would join in with Arundhati being there – practicing, testing each other’s limits – all because they know the world out there is cruel to everything, to everyone; Amaryllis and Yukimura knows first hand what it is like for something to be taken away from them.
“Thanks for the training!”
“We should get going, also take care on your journey Ama!”
“Make sure you don’t get in trouble, and take care.”
The duo watch as their friends leave, all doing their respective jobs for the era. Morgan looked at Amaryllis who was holding a book, presumably the one that they will have to learn from now on. “I suppose this is where we will part ways?”
“...for now, yes,” facing Morgan as Amaryllis pushes the book into Morgan’s hands. “May whatever gods hear my words, guide you to a path that is befitting for someone like you.”
Morgan was shocked at such words, for someone to wish for them to walk a path. Even hearing those words in the 21st century, it was mostly empty, it wasn’t always full of hope like Amaryllis’s words.
“I do hope the path I will walk on will… be warm...”
It was the beginning of spring, which is the season where Amaryllis will leave Echigo and head back to Azuchi. She said her goodbyes to everyone and Kenshin – who merely gave her a nod – with the last person for her to say goodbye to was Shingen.
“Excuse me, Lord Shingen. I do hope you have a second to spare,” Amaryllis slid the door open after receiving an answer from the room.
“Here to visit your patient?”
“Merely here to say my goodbyes as I depart tomorrow. And something else for you…” Amaryllis paused herself as she brought a book to Shingen. “This contains the ingredients for the medicine and the trials and errors that I made. Thought you would want it, as I have no need for it currently due to the current one working effectively, so far.”
Taking the book from Amaryllis’s hands – one that is still small like she hasn’t grown up after all these years – he flipped through the pages. Seeing her calligraphy, her drawings, her notes, it made him smile – after all, her father’s style was like hers. “Very well, thank you for giving me this, Amaryllis.”
“I will head out now. And thank you… for your hospitality during my stay here,” Amaryllis thought about it before bowing to Shingen, a sign of respect, as she left his room.
The moment Amaryllis was nowhere near his room, Shingen let out a sigh. He is thankful for her actions by helping him and extending his life by a smidge, but he still felt guilty. He wasn’t able to figure out nor get her memories back. He is running out of time, he knows it.
“I suppose it is up to Kennyo and his disciples to bring her memories back. So that I don’t have to draw my sword at her…” Shingen looked at the last letter that Shinji sent – his desperate attempt to remember his friend, whom he no longer remembers his face nor voice now.
He never wants to kill a child, especially one he knew as they slowly grew up to be young adults in front of his eyes.
In Azuchi, the warlords decide that Ranmaru Mori can be a part of Nobunaga’s pages after investigating him and deem him to be not a threat also due to the loyalty that the Mori clan has for the Oda over the years.
“One step closer to our revenge, Ranmaru,” Daiju looked at him, almost coldly.
“Yes. Nobunaga will fall soon by our hands, Daiju,” Ranmaru looked at his best friend, who had a scar on his right eye in his attempt to shield him on that day.
“Let us make sure the devil knows what he has awakened in the midst of his destruction,” Kennyo stepped forward with the bells on his staff chimed, eyes full of anger.
“Yes, Master Kennyo.”
A soft breeze went through Amaryllis’s hair as she felt unease from the previous visions she had in her slumber. Unsure, she decided to keep it to herself in the meantime.
“...a dam is about to be broken into many pieces… will it flood Azuchi…?” were the words that Amaryllis said as she stared where Azuchi is at.
Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she made her horse, Tsuki, gallop further to arrive at Azuchi in time after days of travels. Of course, her crows were following their mistress not too far behind to ensure that nobody else was following her back home.
「I'm haunted by the memories I buried inside
Upside down falling into the night
Will you tell me when I wake up if I'm dead or alive?
The world tonight is just too cold (just too cold)
I'm shaken with fear of letting go
G-g-g-ghost that tried living a tired life
Just cover up your ears and sing it into the night
Upside down falling into the light
Will you tell me when I wake up, was I ever alive?」
Trickle - Ghost Town
Masterlist
AN: So like here is act 15, just wanted to show the relationships between the ninjas and some characters. (I refused to believe that Kojuro not is a teasing guy). So yeah back to Azuchi next act :D
Return of Sengoku Secrets!
Yori got surrounded by his fangirls alongside Hideyoshi when they returned, Ellara was smirking at Yori's suffering after getting jumped by his fangirls countless times in Oshu.
Hanzo is a introvert and not a big fan of small talks, kinda like Kanetsugu in a way.
Nobody knows where the hell Kicho is at, he just disappeared in thin air.
There is a running bet that Hideyoshi's hair will turn grey in less than 5 years between the Oda vassals at the moment
What would everyone reaction be when Cherry decided enough is enough and whip out a 2 by 4 plank at Nobunaga? (The reasons is Nobunaga’s intake of sweets that she tries to regulate on how much he eats but fails)
Don’t ask how I came up with this, it just happened 😅
Most would be surprised because Cherry is always trying to put that gentle princess image. But if Nobunaga keeps ignoring her advice (which he would) and ragebaiting her (which he would also do), she would lose it eventually.
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Hideyoshi:
*panicking as he held Cherry tightly from behind*
"Please calm down! You’ll hurt him—!"
Nobunaga:
"If she can, let her."
Cherry:
"Oh you think this is funny?"
Hideyoshi:
"MY LORD- PLEASE!"
Nobunaga:
*smirked as he munched the konpeito slower while keeping eye contact with her*
Cherry:
*seething with rage*
"That's it. I'm going to end him now."
Hideyoshi:
“You can’t just KILL your brother—!”
Cherry:
“WATCH ME.”
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Mitsuhide:
“… What a devoted family.”
*absolutely entertained and amused*
Masamune:
“I’d like to see how far she gets.”
*started to bet with Mitsuhide who would last longer between Cherry and Hideyoshi*
Ieyasu:
*went out to check the commotion, sighed as if he has aged 10 years after watching the fight*
"I should have stayed in my room... "
Mitsunari:
*did not even realise a war breaking inside the castle he's staying in because he's too engrossed in his books*
Having children with Kenshin sounded romantic until your children started conducting daily ambushes and putting traps around the castle
Uesugi Kenshin x tired mom! reader
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In a quiet stretch of corridor just outside the courtyard, the morning peace lingered. Sasuke walked ahead, expression neutral but eyes alert in that way of a man who had long accepted that danger could happen at any moment. Yukimura followed beside him, mid-yawn, still complaining.
“I’m telling you, Sasuke, if Lord Kenshin ambushes me before I’ve even had proper breakfast today, I’m defecting.”
“You said that yesterday.”
“I meant it more today.”
They turned the corner. Sasuke lean and wiry with a perpetual look of weary anticipation, barely managed to deflect a lightning-fast strike aimed at his ribs. The force of the block vibrated up his arms. “My lord,” he panted, “was the ambush yesterday not sufficient?”
“Vigilance,” Kenshin said, his voice a calm counterpoint to his blurring movements, “is a must. I have to keep my 'swords' sharp.” He disengaged and in the same motion spun, his sword whistling toward Yukimura.
Yukimura met the strike with a grunt. His face was a mask of intense concentration, but there was a deep, existential fatigue in his eyes that spoke of years of this treatment. “We were eating breakfast yesterday!” he protested.
“And now you will forever check the shadows for ambush while enjoying your rice,” Kenshin replied, a faint, ruthless smile touching his lips.
From the shaded engawa overlooking the courtyard, two pairs of blue eyes watched with rapt, scholarly intensity. Takeru and Ken, now five years old, were miniature mirrors of their father. They got the same blonde hair, but their features softened thanks to their mother's genes. They sat perfectly still, knees tucked under them, their small hands resting on their thighs.
“Father is using the swirling leaf pattern again,” Takeru whispered, his voice barely audible. He had a thoughtful, analytical air.
“But he changed the ending,” Ken whispered back, his expression more openly mischievous. “For Uncle Yukimura, he goes for the leg. For Uncle Sasuke, it’s the wrist. See?”
They watched as Kenshin, seemingly without looking, caught Sasuke’s attempted counter-strike on the guard of his own sword and twisted, sending the short weapon clattering to the stones. Kenshin smiled, “Your reactions are improving. Only half a second of fatal hesitation today.”
Sasuke rubbed his wrist. “Our reactions are improving because we live in a state of perpetual terror, my lord.”
“A desirable state for a warrior,” Kenshin said, utterly serene. He nodded dismissal. “Next time, perhaps during your bath. One is often vulnerable in the bath. Now begone.”
Yukimura's groan bordered on despair and both men shuffled away, escaping before Kenshin changed his mind.
The moment they were gone, the twins’ posture changed. The solemn observers vanished, replaced by two coiled springs of energy. They scampered down from the engawa, their soft-soled shoes silent on the smooth stones.
Kenshin turned and his stern expression melted into one of open affection at the sight of them. “And what did my little warriors learn today?”
“That Uncle Sasuke always tries to counter from the left,” Takeru reported promptly.
“And Uncle Yukimura breathes really loud before he’s about to do a big strike,” Ken added, demonstrating with a dramatic, huffing inhale.
Kenshin’s smile widened. “Very good. Observation is the first and greatest weapon. Remember that.” He reached out and ruffled their hair. “Now, run along. I believe your mother has promised you lessons in the garden.”
The boys nodded, their faces the picture of innocent obedience. They bowed in unison, a perfect, miniature copy of the vassals’ bow, and then skipped off, hand in hand, through the archway that led to the inner gardens.
Kenshin watched them go, his heart a warm, full weight in his chest. He did not see the quick, knowing glance the twins shared as they rounded the corner. He did not hear the hushed, excited planning that began the moment they were out of earshot.
*
You had thought, foolishly, that life would become easier now that the twins were five.
They could dress themselves. Feed themselves. Speak in full, coherent sentences.
You had believed this would bring peace.
Instead, you had been promoted from physical exhaustion… to psychological warfare. Your sons were not just children; they were sponges, absorbing everything, especially their father’s most… particular habits.
You stood in the airy main room, carefully arranging a vase of late-blooming irises, enjoying a rare, fragile quiet. A lady-in-waiting knelt nearby, folding fresh linens with delicate precision.
Kenshin was in a council meeting. The boys were supposed to be with their tutor, practicing their characters.
The peace lasted approximately three more seconds.
A blood-curdling, entirely fabricated scream of “For Echigo!” echoed from the corridor, followed by the thunderous sound of two small bodies hurling themselves at the shoji screen door. It didn’t slide open. It exploded inward, the paper tearing with a dramatic rrrrip as Takeru and Ken, armed with cushions held as shields and fan-shaped leaves clutched as swords, tumbled into the room in a whirlwind of limbs and battle cries.
You jumped, your hand flying to your chest. “Gods above! What in the—?”
“Ambush!” Ken yelled, rolling to his feet and pointing his leaf-sword at a bewildered maid who had been dusting a shelf. “The enemy is within the walls!”
“Take no prisoners!” Takeru commanded, his little face set in a terrifyingly accurate mimicry of his father’s battle-face. He “parried” a throw pillow Ken lobbed at him. “Defend the iris supply!”
“My irises!” You cried, stepping protectively in front of the vase. “Stop this at once! You’ll break something!”
They did not stop. They had moved into an elaborate, choreographed duel, leaping over footstools, using low tables as fortifications, their leaf-swords clapping together with impressive ferocity. They were, you noted with a proud and worried heart, actually using decent footwork. Kenshin had been giving them “lessons.”
“I said stop!” Your voice, louder, finally cut through the battle frenzy. They froze, mid-clash, their chests heaving, eyes wide and bright with the thrill of it.
“But mommy,” Takeru said, lowering his leaf, “we were just training. Like father says. Vig… vigi…”
“Vigilance is a must,” Ken finished proudly.
Cherry pinched the bridge of her nose. “Vigilance is not practiced by terrorizing the vassals and destroying property! Look at this screen!” You gestured to the ruined door. “And you were supposed to be with Tutor Hideo!”
They exchanged a glance. “Tutor Hideo was vulnerable,” Takeru explained, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “He was drinking tea. We observed. Then we executed a tactical withdrawal to a more defensible position to plan our next maneuver.”
“You ran away from your lessons,” You translated, your voice flat.
“Tactical withdrawal,” Ken insisted.
You felt a familiar headache beginning to pulse behind your eyes. This was Kenshin’s doing. His entire philosophy, born of a lifetime of war and a desire to make his loved ones strong, was filtering down to their children in the most literal, messy way possible. You loved his dedication, his desire to protect them by making them fierce. But you did not love finding your shoji door destroyed or having your ankles tied together with silk cords as you napped (“capturing a high-value target,” Ken had explained).
“Go to your room,” you said, the firmness in your tone brooking no argument. “Both of you. No more ‘maneuvers’ for the rest of the day. You will sit and contemplate the difference between being a warrior and being a nuisance.”
Their shoulders slumped, the fierce warriors instantly transforming into chastened little boys. They bowed, mumbled, “Yes, mommy,” and trudged out, carefully stepping over the torn paper of the door.
You let out a long, slow breath. You loved them. You loved their spirit. But sometimes, you wanted to strangle your husband.
*
The true zenith of the problem, however, was not the twins’ assaults on the castle at large. It was their specific, devoted campaign against their father.
Kenshin, for his part, was delighted. He saw it not as disobedience, but as the highest form of flattery and the most effective training. The first time it happened, he had been genuinely surprised.
He was returning from the baths one evening, relaxed, his hair damp, wearing a simple yukata. The corridor leading to his personal chambers was dimly lit, quiet. He was thinking of his wife, of the report from Kanetsugu he still needed to review, of the sake and plum he has yet to enjoy.
He noticed the almost-invisible tripwire of braided silk thread stretched ankle-high across the hallway, and heard tiny voices that sounded so similar to his beloved sons.
Out of curiosity, he let himself get caught in their trap as his foot tripped the wire. His superb reflexes saved him from a full fall, but a net made of knotted fabric scraps, weighted with smooth river stones, fell from the ceiling beams, draping itself over his head and shoulders.
From the shadows of an alcove, two high-pitched voices shrieked, “Surrender, Lord Kenshin!”
He stood there, tangled in a child’s net, his yukata askew, damp hair plastered to his forehead. For a moment, he was utterly still. Then, a low chuckle rumbled in his chest. It grew into a full, rich laugh that echoed down the corridor.
He carefully extricated himself from the net, holding it up to examine the intricate, if clumsy, knots. “Impressive,” he called out. “The tripwire was well-placed in the shadow. But the net’s descent was too slow. I heard the ropes on the beam. You need a quicker release mechanism.”
Takeru and Ken emerged from the alcove, their faces a mix of awe that their ambush had partially worked and excitement at receiving tactical feedback. “We’ll find a stronger spring,” Takeru promised solemnly.
“You are terrifying,” Kenshin said, his eyes gleaming with pride. He walked over and scooped them both up, one under each arm. “And you have earned a reward. Who wants to hear about the siege of Tochio Castle and how we used falling rocks much larger than these?”
The boys cheered.
When you found out, you was apoplectic. “You are encouraging them!” you hissed at Kenshin later that night in their chambers. “They could have hurt you! Or themselves! Those stones were not light!”
Kenshin, lying on the futon with his arms behind his head, looked utterly unrepentant. “They used smooth stones from the river. They calculated the weight. They thought about injury mitigation. It was a non-lethal capture tactic. The planning was exquisite for their age.”
“They are five years old! They should be planning how to build a better mud pie, not how to capture a daimyo!”
“The world is not kind,” he said, his voice softening but losing none of its conviction. “It is full of tripwires and falling nets. I would rather they learn the shape of those dangers here, in play, with a father who laughs and corrects their technique, than out there, where the lessons are written in blood.”
The argument was circular, and you knew it. His logic was unassailable, born of a life you could barely comprehend. Your fear was just as valid, born of a mother’s primal need to keep your cubs safe from everything, including their own cleverness. Both of you never reached a resolution. Only a tense, loving stalemate.
So the ambushes continued. They grew more sophisticated. A bucket of harmless, cold well-water balanced over a doorway. A pit trap in the garden path, cleverly covered with a mat and leaves, just deep enough to surprise. They once managed to lash his practice swords to the ceiling of the dojo with weak twine so they fell around him like rain when he entered. Sasuke and Yukimura, witnessing these events, began to develop a new look, not just weary anticipation, but a kind of grim, vindictive joy.
One afternoon, you were walking with your attendants through the main courtyard. It was a rare, serene moment.
Ahead of you, Kenshin was deep in conversation with Kanetsugu, pointing toward the western wall. He was in full view, exposed.
You saw the movement first. A flicker from the roof of the low armory building. Two small, crouched silhouettes against the sky. Your blood ran cold.
“Kenshin! Look out!” you screamed, the words tearing from your throat before you could think.
He reacted instantly, not by diving for cover, but by spinning and looking up, a grin already spreading across his face. He was too late to avoid the payload.
From the roof, Takeru and Ken, with a synchronized heave, launched their weapon. It was not stones or water. It was a large, loosely woven basket, turned upside down. As it tumbled through the air, its contents were released.
A blizzard of feathers, hundreds of them, white and grey and brown, liberated from the castle’s bedding stores erupted into the sky. They swirled and drifted down in a magnificent, ridiculous cloud, settling over Kenshin, Kanetsugu, and a good portion of the courtyard like a bizarre, silent snowfall.
Kenshin stood motionless as feathers settled in his hair, on his shoulders, caught in his eyelashes. Kanetsugu spluttered, brushing a goose feather from his face with a look of profound offense.
From the roof came the unmistakable sound of two boys trying, and failing, to stifle their giggles.
You stormed across the courtyard, “GET DOWN FROM THERE THIS INSTANT!” you roared, your voice echoing off the stones. You pointed a trembling finger at Kenshin, who was now picking a downy feather from his lip. “And YOU! This is your fault! Feathers! They are stealing feathers from the linens! Do you have any idea how long it will take to clean this up?”
Kenshin looked at you, then looked down at the feather in his hand. He held it up, studied it. Then he began to laugh. It was a free, unfettered sound of pure, unadulterated joy. “Psychological warfare,” he managed to say between breaths. “Non-destructive. Humiliating. Incredibly distracting. A masterstroke!”
“It is a mess!” You cried, gesturing wildly at the feather-covered scene. “It is disrespectful! It is chaos!”
One of the vassals finally spoke. “My lord, the feather procurement alone represents a significant breach of household management. The cost of replacement…”
“Worth every mon,” Kenshin declared, still chuckling. He looked up at the roof, where two guilty but exhilarated faces peered over the edge. “The timing was perfect! You waited until I was engaged in important discourse! You used the sun behind you to obscure your position! Well done!”
That was the final straw for you. The praise, delivered in front of everyone, for an act of sublime mischief. You turned on your heel, your face pale with fury as you marched back the way you came, not looking back.
Kenshin’s laughter died. He watched you go, the feathers suddenly feeling less like a triumph and more like a chill. The silence that followed your departure was heavier than any battle’s aftermath. Kenshin stood, a statue adorned with white down, the joy from his laughter evaporated, leaving a hollow, cold dread in its place. Kanetsugu cleared his throat, the sound scraping through the quiet.
“My lord,” he began, his tone meticulous, “the logistical implications are, as noted, significant. However, the strategic implications of Lady (Y/N) withdrawal are… perhaps more pressing.”
Kenshin didn’t answer. He was staring at the archway through which you had vanished, your footsteps echoing in his mind long after they had faded. You didn’t look back. That was new. In all his marriage years, through all your disagreements, heated, passionate, resolved in bed or in quiet compromise, you had never just left. You had never refused to engage.
“Father?” Ken’s small voice came from above, tentative. Kenshin looked up. His sons were still perched on the armory roof, their faces pale, their earlier triumph utterly erased. They looked like two small, scared birds.
“Come down,” Kenshin said, his voice flat. “Use the ladder on the eastern side. Do not jump.”
They obeyed, scrambling down with a haste that spoke of their fear. When they stood before him on the feather-coated stones, they kept their eyes lowered. Takeru’s hands were clenched into fists. Ken sniffled, trying not to cry.
Kanetsugu surveyed them, his expression serious. “The lesson in psychological warfare was effective,” he stated, as if delivering a report. “The target was indeed humiliated and distracted. However, you failed to consider the collateral damage to a secondary, vital asset: your mother’s feelings.”
The twins blinked, not fully understanding the formal language, but grasping the blame.
“It’s my fault,” Kenshin said abruptly, the words raw. He crouched down, ignoring the feathers that stuck to his knees. He looked at his sons, their innocent eyes wide with confusion. “I was proud of you. I was… happy with your cleverness. I forgot to see what your mother sees.”
“What does she see?” Takeru whispered.
“She sees a home,” Kenshin said, his voice low. “Not a fortress. She sees linens she has to mend, screens she has to repair. She sees a mess where I see a brilliant maneuver. She sees danger where I see training.” He reached out, plucking a feather from Ken’s hair. “I have taught you to think like a warrior. But I have not taught you to think like a son. Like a part of a family that must be careful with its pieces.”
Ken’s chin trembled. “We didn’t want to make mommy sad.”
“You wanted to make me laugh,” Kenshin said, and the truth of it was a knife in his gut. “And I did. But her sadness is the price of my laughter. That is a poor trade. A foolish commander accepts such a cost. I have been a foolish commander.”
Kanetsugu watched silently. He had seen Kenshin on the eve of battle, planning campaigns with icy precision. He had seen him in the grip of rage, his voice a whip that could break men. He had never seen him like this: vulnerable, pleading with five-year-olds, blaming himself.
“What do we do?” Takeru asked.
Kenshin stood. “We assess the damage. Then we repair it. The first objective is to restore the castle. The second… is to restore your mother’s trust.” He looked at Kanetsugu. “Organize a team. Clean this. Replace the feathers from the stores. Repair any damage. Report the costs to me. I will pay them from my personal coffers.”
Kanetsugu bowed. “It will be done.” He paused. “My lord… the approach to Lady (Y/N)…”
“I know,” Kenshin said, the weight in his chest growing. “I... have no strategy for this.”
OCs (with their respective owners) featured in this Act: Cherry ( @cherrykasugayama), Marie( @oda-princess), Morgan( @welp-back-on-my-bs), Violet/Kyoko & Arundhati( @just-little-silly), Ellara( @woofwoofimmaturtle)
ACT 8 - The Creation of Spider’s Web
A spy has its perks and downs. Not many would suspect a female to be a spy unless a certain Warlord has them in his ranks. Yet for Amaryllis, it is better than having to go back to the life she once lived in, killing without an ounce of mercy nor mourn for the lives she had taken.
This time, she mourns for the lives lost. Allowing each one who perishes with a flower, Irises, in hopes they would find peace from the world. She doesn’t allow herself to be emotional on the battlefield, as by doing so will lead to her downfall – yet choose to spare those who still want to live not for glory, but their family, a feeling that she doesn’t know why.
–
“Lost child, should the way back home elude you. Follow the thread back to the first knot where it hurts the most.”
In a particular room that houses all the medicines that not only Amaryllis and Ieyasu supply for, but other doctors who worked along them. It just so happened that Ieyasu and Amaryllis were alone in that room, focused on their own matters.
“You will be going back to Mikawa, Ieyasu?” Amaryllis, who was clearly deep into researching, turned to Ieyasu, who nodded.
“Things have been stable enough here in Azuchi. There is no need for me here, and I need to oversee my domain after my long absence,” Ieyasu looked at the scrolls one last time before putting them away.
“Take care Ieyasu, hopefully you don’t get sour when you see Mitsunari saying his goodbyes to you,” chuckling at Ieyasu’s face turning into a grumpy cat.
“I would rather not have that cabbage-head near me when it is my time,” Ieyasu shuddered before quickly leaving the room.
Looking at the closed doors Amaryllis let out a sigh, "What a liar. Right, Mitsunari would wish for these about our enemies soon.” Yet something distracted her as gaze was focused elsewhere; “I suppose something interesting will happen, for better or worse.”
“Amaryllis.”
“Kicho, is there something you need?”
Staring at her, Kicho merely shook his head before answering her, “We will all be heading out soon.”
“Which region are we heading to exactly, Kicho?”
“Nobunaga will announce it in the war council. Best if you head to the hall,” thus Kicho left with his cape flowing behind him.
“Why do I have a strange feeling about this…” Amaryllis muttered her words only to herself.
“Lord Shingen, I would like to report that the Oda Forces are heading west, leaving Ieyasu Tokugawa alone to fend for himself.”
“Then we can commence our march to Kyoto,” Shingen smiled at the reports, taking advantage and destroying one of the Oda’s allies as he went for his goal.
“There is another thing m’lord… but I don’t know if I should say about it,” she lowered her head – conflicted if she wished to open her lord’s wound again.
“Go ahead.”
“I- Forgive me m’lord, but the daughter of the late Shinji Li… she happens to be with Oda as Hideyoshi Totoyomi’s daughter.”
A chill went up Shingen’s spine, a sense of dread could be felt about this news. That he may end up going against his late friend's wishes – something he wants to keep but knowing that his daughter is his enemy, he cannot be sure anymore.
“We proceed as planned.”
It won’t be easy to tell Kennyo nor his disciples about this….
In the hall where gatherings, audiences, and most importantly, war councils are held; Nobunaga sat at his position with Kicho beside him. The ranks of how one sits are determined by titles, loyalty, or ranks that Nobunaga bestows upon his vassals. Amaryllis sat behind Mitsunari as Nobunaga let the talks begin.
Nobunaga led the talk with Kicho, Mitsuhide, and Hideyoshi adding information to everyone. Everyone knows that this talk will lead them in battle, but strategies can change depending on the landscape or the numbers of soldiers that the enemies may have in their ranks – Mitsunari is the one to change the tides of the battlefield to their advantage.
Some vassals, especially those who are new, question why Amaryllis is present instead of writing poetry. Amaryllis knows that she is best to remain silent till Nobunaga or any of the warlords call upon her in which Mitsuhide did. “Amaryllis, you were at the enemy’s lands for quite some time. Would you like to tell what weakness we can exploit on our enemies?”
“Very well, Mitsuhide. The soldiers that this lord has aren’t loyal nor have a strong desire to protect him. Thus, persuasions should suffice to have them side with us – when the perfect window for us to act opens up. If we succeed, the enemy will have very few numbers before they end up surrendering,” Amaryllis went on her observations to the people of the lord and how to exploit that doubt.
“How certain are you that we can use that?” Kicho questioned on behalf of some vassals, despite knowing the answers.
Sensing what Kicho was going for – a chance to prove her worthiness in this room – Amaryllis seized the chance, “The lord placed a heavy tax on not just grains but almost everything. A breeding ground for grudges to the lord and hatred to him, knowing most of his soldiers are farmers, merchants, and many more who don't have enough to survive thanks to those taxes. Utilizing those two feelings, I am certain most of the soldiers would change sides over their tyrannical lord in a matter of a heartbeat.”
Nobunaga smiled at hearing such detailed information and plans to exploit such feelings – despite him being on the receiving end countless times, “Oh? That will be useful. Hideyoshi, I will leave you to persuade them then, when the moment comes.”
“Understood Lord Nobunaga,” Hideyoshi bowed in acceptance.
The war council continued till late in the night, Hideyoshi told her to visit Cherry to notify her about the recent news. Which Amaryllis accepted, taking advantage of the time to talk about some things with her.
“So, I will be in charge of the castle once more when my brother and his men leave,” Cherry started to prepare some tea leaves.
“...yes. The war council will go on during the night, honestly those guys, they seem to be shouldering more than what they can handle,” Amaryllis let out a sigh before accepting Cherry’s tea.
“That’s the life of a Warlord. Shouldering a burden and duties while presenting themself as a terrifying force,” sipping her tea as Amaryllis followed suit.
“Wait. How did you arrive here in the first place, Cherry?”
“Same way as you; a storm followed by lighting,” holding her tea with the grace of a noble woman.
“...I have a feeling. That storm is going to play some role in the future,” Amaryllis looked down at her half empty cup.
“You aren’t alone with that feeling Amaryllis,” Cherry gave a reluctant smile.
“That reminds me, do you know how to defend yourself?” Amaryllis asked just in case.
“I do, it is my fan here. My brother gifted it to me to protect myself, not exactly for attacking, moreover defending. Don’t worry I too have a weapon that I can use to be on the offense,” Cherry touched her iron fan with spider lilies carved onto it before adding on.
“That’s good. I was quite worried if you didn’t,” Amaryllis gave a soft chuckle.
“It will take at least a hundred men to take me down before they have a chance to kill me,” Cherry declared, seemingly with full confidence like she has experienced it before.
“Honestly, I’m surprised that Nobunaga haven’t arrange a political marriage for you-”
“Let’s not… mention that near him, someone is going to lose their heads if they try,” Cherry gave a weak smile just thinking of it.
“Just like Hideyoshi.”
Both nodded seeing the similarities between the lord and vassal, especially their protectiveness towards them. To the point gifts were banned on their behalf, that’s for certain.
“Master Kennyo, may I speak with you?” Ranmaru asked from outside, waiting.
Sensing no reply, Ranmaru thought it meant no. As he was about to stand up, Kennyo opened the door to usher him in. Inside, Daiju was there with a few disciples.
“Master Kennyo… are we preparing for-”
“We aren’t Ranmaru. We thought it is best to keep each other informed – knowing what happened to Mount Hiei,” Daiju explained why there was a gathering.
“We must avoid conflict with Nobunaga, you must understand that,” Kennyo proclaimed.
“Abbot! If we don’t strike back-”
“Strike back!? Do you not realize if we do! They would have a reason to attack us! We would not only get ourselves killed but everyone else would be caught in the crossfire thanks to that singular action! Idiot!” Daiju snapped at him for thinking such a thing, enforcing Kennyo’s plan of staying away from fighting.
“Daiju.”
“Excuse me for my burst of emotion, Master Kennyo,” bowing his head down to the mat.
“You are forgiven, Daiju,” turning his attention to the rest of his disciples with Ranmaru behind him.
“Master Kennyo… do you still feel guilty from that day?” Ranmaru asked.
“Yes. I know you all wish us to fight Nobunaga but as of this moment, we do not know if Nobunaga will keep his word. But I do not wish for any of you to die in front of me, I am certain you all feel the same,” Kennyo told his disciples why he is so strongly against fighting Nobunaga.
“I too apologize for questioning your choice, Abbot,” the disciple who Daiju yelled at bowed down.
“You are always forgiven.”
A few days later, it was finalized. Vassals mounting on their respective horses. With Amaryllis and Mitsunari in charge, making sure supplies arrive in time and have enough medicine to treat any wounds that they will have in the battle. With Cherry and few of her trusted ladies-in-waitings seeing them off.
“Take care of all of you,” Cherry waved at her brother and his vassals, in return, they waved back at her.
“We will come back, sister,” Nobunaga patted Cherry’s head before mounting on his mare, setting out with his vassals following behind.
All alone, Cherry looks on the horizon till her brother and his army disappear. Anxiety filled her, as memories of her original brother’s death came to her mind. “Please… Buddha or any gods that hear my plea, protect my brother for me,” giving a silent prayer in hopes to not relive that moment again.
The army decided to camp out for the night, with the commanders in charge of planning where to next. Amaryllis was there checking the supplies the fourth time for the night. “Salves are in stock but can’t ignore the possibility of our army being poisioned…” placing a hand on her chin as she spoke to herself.
“Greetings, Lady Amaryllis.”
“Oh, Kojuro. What brought you here to the supply tent?" turning around to face Masamune’s trusted vassal, Kojuro.
“Here to tell you that Nobunaga wants to see you alongside with the others. Don’t worry, I can keep track of our supplies on your behalf,” Kojuro said, pushing Amaryllis to stop overthinking every scenario.
“Thanks Kojuro, I will repay you back by not getting your lord drunk. If I can make sure MItsuhide doesn’t swap it again,” as she opens the flaps to leave.
“You doing that will be greatly helpful, it is quite a headache to bring Lord Masamune to his room when he is passed out,” Kojuro gave a slight chuckle as Amaryllis left to meet Nobunaga and the others.
In Echigo…
Within Kasugayama Castle, Kenshin was preparing to set out in battle. In his room, he dawned his armor and his sword, Himezuru-Ichimonji, securing it to his waist with a cord – one that was gifted by Isehime before her death. It didn't take long till the doors slid open.
“Lord Kenshin, everything has been finalized for the upcoming battle,” Kanetsugu Naoe, a close while being a respectful vassal to Kenshin and the Man of the House of Echigo, regarded by them.
“Very well. Kanetsugu, you are in charge of the castle till I return."
“Thank you for placing your trust within me, my lord,” with Kanetsugu bowing down to the man he owes his debt to.
The moment Kanetsugu left his chambers, Kenshin looked at the cord that was tied to his waist with his sword.
I hope my death will suffice for the pain you had to endure thanks to me… Isehime.
“You will head towards the battle where Kenshin will be fighting. To see how it will play out and report it back to us. With others who are also going with you.”
That was the order given to them. To observe Kenshin and see his patterns in the midst of battle. Especially how far they got, it took days for them to arrive to watch the battle of a mere mortal against the God of War. Amaryllis happened to become acquainted with Ellara, a spy for the Date clan who happens to be a few years older than her during it.
“Amaryllis, don’t swap Masamune’s water with sake like last time. It was a pain in the ass to carry him back to his manor without him snuggling up to me like a fluff ball!”
“I mean you did forgive me that time.”
“I forgive you because you were cute! Like how can you be a student of Mitsuhide!? You are way too adorable to hang out let alone be taught by that sneaky fox! I refuse to believe that,” Ellara placed her hands on her hips while mentioning how she is still in denial of the whole thing.
“Well-” not even able to utter another word before being silenced by Ellara.
“Nope! I will refuse to believe that till the day I die! Can’t believe Mitsuhide tainted you while he is– UGHHH!!!!” just imagining it was enough for Ellara to clench her fists the more she thought of the training that Amaryllis went under.
“To be frank Ellara, I did beat him once during it,” Amaryllis was finally able to have a say, which Ellara slowly turned to her.
“Say what?”
“I beat him, once?” Amaryllis tilted her head in confusion on why Ellara was staring at her like she was lying.
“You did? You DID!? OH MAYBE YOU AREN’T FULLY TAINTED THEN! THANKS THE HEAVENS FOR NOT HAVING THIS SMALL FLUFF BALL NOT TAINTED BY MITSUHIDE!” Ellara proceeds to hug Amaryllis a bit too tight for her comfort.
“E-Ellara! You are kinda– I need to breathe!” Amaryllis patted her friend’s back to tell her to give her some space to breathe.
While the rest of the ninjas that were in the group looked on the duo – impressed or shocked at how Mitsuhide was defeated once against someone so small. And very worried for their youngest person in their group getting slightly suffocated by an eccentric ninja – a recurring trait that seems to be constantly present in the Date clan.
“Uhh… should we get Ellara off of her…?” Ryuu, a spy for the Oda clan, looked on with worry.
“Don’t worry, she will get off of her in like a few seconds at most, maybe. If she calms down fast enough that is…” Yori, who is a spy that too serves the Date Clan, looked on like it was a normal day.
“I- Ahm! I’m worried alright! H-hold on! Ellara! She is turning blue!” Ryuu quickly sprinted at Ellara to loosen her grasp on the poor youngster.
“The consequences of my lord’s actions… Don’t worry Ryuu. She will be fine, hopefully,” Yori casually walked to the trio like it was morning stroll despite it being dark.
“What the hell…?” Masahiro, here on behalf of Hideyoshi, looked on with awe on how a group of skillful ninjas is reduced in such a unique mess.
Here I thought Hideyoshi was going crazy, turns out… he may be right. With Ellara hugging her like that– nevermind, note to self, not to get a hug from Ellara no matter the cost if I want my ribs to be intact.
Somewhere in the 21st century in the year 20XX…
A group of people slowly came near the stone monument – the grave of Nobunaga Oda.
The first out of the six to arrive, Morgan. They are here on vacation despite being somebody who seems to question themselves constantly while seeing almost as if they are afraid of something – they are still someone capable even if they are unable to handle their own flaws.
It didn’t take long until the next to arrive, with Marie looking at the stone with curiosity. Her hair complemented the night skies with those crimson eyes that could pierce anything that would stand her way. Even her mere presence told a story – she is someone to not be underestimated no matter what unless you want to be burned.
Unlike the two who arrived with silence, this pair arrived with a conversation – almost as if they were old friends catching up over the years.
“Thanks for visiting me, Arundhati! You should at least visit a historic place before you have to leave.”
“Thanks Violet. Knowing we are no longer in the spotlight, I’m glad you are enjoying yourself,” Arundhati walked up with Violet to the stone monument.
Marie and Morgan looked at the two talking with each other while the person in question, Violet, explained everything about the importance of Oda Nobunaga in Japan to Arundhati. Morgan recognized the two as they were known to appear in the Olympics to the point they dominated the entire women's ice-skating sport till Violet announced her retirement years ago.
It did take long for another voice to join in, “Are you all here to look at the ruins of Honno-ji?”
“Y-yeah…” Morgan gave out a half-baked answer.
“Merely here to give my sister, Arundhati some historical context before she leaves,” Violet answered with Arundhati giving a nod with a gentle smile on her face.
“I thought the monument would be larger but this, it's quite sad knowing how influential this person is,” Marie looked at the stone.
The chestnut-haired woman looked at them before sensing uneasiness from the one with glasses. Even if she doesn’t understand them fully, she did learn a bit of English back in her school days.
Marie was the one to ask the most obvious question; “Who are you?”
“Mai Mizusaki, it is nice to know you,” giving a smile in hopes to not make them nervous or uneasy with her broken English.
The five stood there in silence before seeing someone in a lab coat dash towards them before coming to a stop. Clearly wearing a pair of glasses, seemingly out of a university in either the medical field or scientific wise.
Despite nobody speaking and merely glancing at each other what to do with this deafening silence, it was only disturbed when a single raindrop fell before the rest did.
The man in a lab coat spoke first, “What poor timing.”
“‘Clear skies all day and all night’ it said! Stupid weather report,” Mai looked on as she felt pissed being lied to – despite it being merely a predication.
“Are you all right? Do any of you have an umbrella?”
Arundhati, Violet, and Morgan looked at each before shaking their heads. While Marie was deep in thoughts of the strange change up of the weather.
“I do. But it’s back at my hotel,” Mai responded.
“...something isn’t right. All of you! Get back! We-” only for Marie’s warning to be cut off by a bolt of lighting.
“Huh!?”
“Ahh!”
“WHAT THE-?!”
“Get back!”
“Is this how we die?”
Confusion washed on the group, leaving them stunned. Arundhati quickly regained her senses first as she witnessed the man's hair slowly go up – a sign of another bolt of lighting to strike.
“Watch out!” Arundhati quickly tackled him down before another bolt could have hit him.
“Arundhati!” Violet quickly rushed to the two, leaving Marie and Mai at the other side.
“You two! Call anyone while I check up if they-” Morgan was cut off when a wisp of fog entered their vision.
That bolt of lighting that struck the stone monument split in half, it let out a grey fog to slowly engulf them, all in shock at what they were experiencing. Some tried to resist but failed, some tried to calculate a way out but were unable to as they were eaten up by it.
The group was separated into two, one 4 years in the future, the other where they began their journey – becoming a ninja and swordsman. They will meet wonderful people that will change, challenge them, assist them, and so more that they will have fond memories that they will look back to once they return to the future – if they wish for. Now, this group faces an aftermath of a battle, the landscape scorned with the air around them burning.
“Lord Kenshin!”
“My lord!”
Sasuke, who was the first one to quickly recover in his group, yelled out, “It’s HOT!”
“W-what in…?” Arundhati looked on with pure confusion on her face as she scanned her surroundings.
“Arundhati, I did not know this would happen in all my years staying in Kyoto,” Violet gave out a small chuckle to make the situation not as bad as it may seem.
Rubbing their eyes, Morgan now really wished they went elsewhere for their vacation; “Am I dreaming or hallucinating?”
Masterlist
A/N: This is where things will get interesting. Also for those who got tagged, thanks for allowing me to write your OCs and have them be in this story! It made it quite fun when thinking on their behavior, thinking, and feelings on certain matters! And also for my beloved mutuals, if I may had made your OC out of character, plz tell me and what they are really like! If you don't want to be tagged in later acts, just tell me and I will not tag you.
Yori, Masahiro, and Ryuu are my own OCs that I made for this act, they will still play a minor role later on as I don't see any reasons for them to be killed off like the Li Clan/Family ;p
Don't got a bunch of Sengoku Secrets but here:
Sasuke felt like he was going to die in that heat, I mean... you can't blame him knowing the clothes he is wearing.
Yori and Masahiro are in their Lord's respective inner circle while Ryuu... he still got time to get in there.
Kanetsugu feels something strange happened but unsure where or why he feels such way.
Yori and Ellara got the sibling behavior every time they are near either of them
Masahiro is the unwilling parent of this group. He and Hideyoshi needs a vacation sometime soon
Amaryllis is the baby in that group and also seeing Ellara and Yori punching and kicking each other in the guts; that is how they convey their respect and worry for each other,
Masamune and Kojuro watch Yori and Ellara fight it out to determine who is right each time (none of them escape unscathed as they are both covered in bruises in the end; imagine them as those cat fight GIF)
Amaryllis Totoyomi, spent the majority of her time in Azuchi learning poetry, history, etiquette, and several things to survive in a noble society, especially for those in samurai families. All of them were taught by Mitsuhide Akechi, her teacher in quite a lot of things. Their dynamic is quite interesting, much to the dismay of Hideyoshi.
Yet, as she slowly allows the warlords in her circle, they do the same even if it doesn't seem like it from outsiders. Each interaction they have, it somewhat reignites a distant memory – memories that she slashed away years ago. Slowly pushing her to become a version of herself – one that she once thought was out of her reach.
–
Without a moment to breathe
I was thrown into turbulent days
I hope that I can take my path
The morning songs from the birds could be heard throughout the entire castle. With maids and vassals going about their daily life, serving, protecting, all in hopes for the land to finally experience peace after nearly two centuries of onslaught. Each one plays a role, from insignificant to significant; they are the gears that allow their leaders, their lords, to keep moving forward in battle.
“I’m surprised you are growing out your hair,” Masamune commented.
“Ah, yes I started to grow it out as there is no need for me to constantly wield my blade. To think time passed by since we have all met,” Amaryllis looked in the distance where the birds took flight.
Keiji decided to join in the conversation after watching the two interact. Amaryllis and Keiji have a decent friendship but at the same time can never be called one, it would be considered to be merely acquaintances as they know that any of them can be used. Keiji does relate to her in a way, solitude.
“Well then! That would mean a party will be held!” Keiji came in and placed a shoulder on her.
“Really? Honestly, I doubt there is any need for-”
“Lass, don’t worry about it. We may had celebrated your birthday in the summer of last year, but this spring will be a special one. Lord Nobunaga is planning it alongside Hideyoshi and Mitsuhide,” Masamune proceeds to do the same thing as Keiji.
“Oh really? I suppose you wouldn’t mind either of us swapping your drink, wouldn’t you, Masamune?” Amaryllis slowly turned her head to Masamune, smirking at him who quickly realized the potential danger he may be in now.
“Ey! Don’t you do that! Just because Mitsuhide showed you doesn’t mean you-”
“Come on Masamune! It is a celebration, it wouldn’t hurt for ‘one’ sake. Wouldn’t it?” Keiji’s mask slipped.
“That reminds me, I got to check on Shogetsu!”
Masamune quickly left with his excuse as he prepared himself mentally for the upcoming celebration – having his water being swapped with sake.
Looking at the retreating figure of Masamune, both Keiji and Amaryllis let out a laugh.
“To think Masamune would run away just by the mere mention of swapping his water with sake,” Amaryllis having the sleeve of her cover her face as she continues to laugh.
“Haha! When did you even hear about that Amaryllis? Lemme guess, Mitsuhide did. Him showing how easy it is to swap Masamune’s drink unnoticed,” Keiji laughed.
“Indeed he did. It was quite hilarious. Much to Masamune’s dismay, I too, can swap his drink unnoticed. For my case, it is subconscious as Mitsuhide did engrave it into my head,” Amaryllis finally stopped laughing followed by Keiji.
In the shadows, a silver fox was listening to the whole spectacle till the end. Deciding he had enough, he chose to step into the light momentarily.
“I was wondering who was laughing in the hallways,” Mitsuhide came behind them.
“Mitsuhide! How are you? I heard you and some of the vassals were trying to find Kanbei after what happened in that campaign,” Keiji was the first to turn around and ask.
“Regarding Kanbei, we have no leads on where he may have gone. Perhaps he has already perished,” Mitsuhide answered without any ounce of worry.
Half a year since Amaryllis’s arrival to Azuchi, Kanbei set out on his campaign on behalf of the Oda. It was supposed to be a successful campaign only for it to end in a disaster. Reports came in after the battle, massive losses and Kanbei missing. Losing one of their main strategists is a blow that they couldn’t afford, the Oda to made the decision to find him – only to be turned up empty handed.
“It is strange,” Amaryllis voiced her thoughts.
“How strange, little fox?”
“Kanbei isn’t one to easily be captured or easily defeated. Even with our small interactions, something amiss if Kanbei really did disappear,” Amaryllis gave out her reasons in which Keiji nodded – agreeing on how strange Kanbei could be easily defeated despite having so many successful sieges and campaigns.
“...he could have other motives,” Keiji muttered.
“It is only a speculation, Keiji. We have no evidence he has betrayed the Oda Forces as of yet.”
Sliding the Shoji doors, Amaryllis steps forth into the archives where Ieyasu and Mitsunari were at – well just Ieyasu being bothered by Mitsunari’s presence.
“Oh! Lady Amaryllis! Have you just finished your studies? Look here! Lord Ieyasu got a rare book about Chinese medicine!” Mitsunari gave his angelic smile, blinding both Amaryllis and Ieyasu momentarily.
“Mitsunari, get out.”
“But Lord Ieyasu-”
“Out.” Ieyasu started to push Mitsunari out of the room before handing him his books that he grabbed earlier.
“Did you really have to do that Ieyasu…?” Amaryllis glared at him.
“Yes. Besides I thought it would be an opportunity to discuss our knowledge,” Ieyasu in return glared at her back.
Sparks could be seen flying off till Amaryllis walked past him before grabbing one of the books on the shelf. Flipping to a page that talks about the practice of the Western World in Chinese. “If you want to know some methods they use in the west, this section explains it quite well.”
Ieyasu, being skeptical as usual, decided to take a look at the page that Amaryllis pointed out. “So that is how it is done… Yet what purpose does that liquid serve?”
Amaryllis looked at the archives, still answering as she split her focus into two; “To prevent infections. They say that tiny things like dirt can leave traces of something harmful, thus using that type of liquid will disinfect the area. Lowering the chances of infections.”
“I see. Both of their methods are different yet their purpose is still the same,” Ieyasu commented.
“I heard in the west, they would do well…”
“Well?” raising an eyebrow to his fluffy blonde hair.
“...do you really want to know Ieyasu? The moment you do, there is no going back,” Amaryllis looked at Ieyasu with a strange face.
“It can’t be that bad compared to what we witness on the battlefield,” feeling doubtful about Amaryllis’s expression, like really how bad can it be?
“You asked for it. They would open up the body for treatment in some cases.”
“...HUH!?”
Ieyasu’s jaws dropped to the floor – like his life force was sucked out of him. Amaryllis closed her eyes as she knew that would be his reaction. After all, opening up the body not only makes the body impure, it is considered to be a taboo. Not even the greatest warlord would do something that despicable.
Walking down the quiet halls of Azuchi, Amaryllis couldn’t help but think about those flashes of memories – one she had cutted away three years ago. A sense of guilt took root, yet she did not know the reason why.
“Replace… kimono with a fresh one. …wrapped tightly. Clean the wound…. …applying the salve.”
Yet each voice remains to be the same. It would either be mature yet gentle or a childish yet full of hope. It started to become more frequent as she spent time with the Oda. Like a distant past slowly emerges from the mud yet struggles to spread forth its wings.
“Let me reapply your freckles. …chaotic out there, but don’t forget to touch it up.”
Despite being unable to remember them fully, those words still live on through her actions. Just like adding bits of clay on her face to reduce the chance of being kidnapped or dragged, just as she has seen happen countless times. Continuing on helping others, even when they cannot afford it.
“How!? How did I lose to…!”
Each fragment still resonates with her heart, even if it makes her suffocate in a guilt that hasn’t been understood why. Yet one stands out among the fragments.
“Everyone here understands that – understand what drives one to do such a thing.”
That singular fragment despite the person’s face a blur, that one clear sentence continues to be in her mind ever since she found it. Tugging the strings of her heart each time.
Almost as if-
“Amaryllis! There you are, I was wondering where you were at. I suppose being near the garden is not a bad choice outside of everything,” Hideyoshi found her before standing next to her.
“Sorry, Hideyoshi. It's just that… the gardens remind me of something from my past. Something I have long since forgotten,” Amaryllis looked at the garden – each shrub, tree, rock, and flower was planted in a spot for a reason – its purpose.
Sensing her apprehension, Hideyoshi allowed her to continue speaking her mind. He isn’t great with comforting, but one thing he knows is that allowing someone to talk their thoughts out and listen to them – is the one thing that he can do to relieve his daughter’s mind.
“Maybe… I once had a loving family. Only for it to be taken away in front of me, maybe,” Amaryllis’s eyes lost its shine long ago, before Hideyoshi found her.
“Amaryllis, don’t forget. You have a family here now,” Hideyoshi reassures her.
“...yeah. You’re right Hideyoshi,” Amaryllis smiled.
“You better deny Lord Nobunaga his sweet Amaryllis. I know, you have been giving it to him,” Hideyoshi looked at her in which–
“I can’t deny what Lord Nobunaga wants, after all, he does own this whole castle, Hideyoshi. And my lord.”
“It is for his health! We can’t have him die of diabetes as you call it!”
Father and daughter. How memorable, yet how does a parent grieve when his child dies before him? Either way, it would leave a scar no matter what party is left standing.
Days pass by, thus the anniversary where Amaryllis first came to the Oda arrives. A party to celebrate for everyone – an excuse made by the warlords as they know Amaryllis would rather have the focus be on everyone and not her – vassals ate while the maids came around to pour their lords and vassals’ drinks. A day of enjoyment, except for Ieyasu – this man just wants to go home.
Of course, one cannot look snobby for such celebration, especially the center of attention. Which is why Cherry was in charge of decorating Amaryllis for such a party.
“You do need to take proper care of your hair, Amaryllis,” Cherry, the younger sister of Nobunaga yet not at the same time, spoke.
“It is more of a nuisance to take care of, even though my hair is fluffy it doesn’t go hay wire like Ieyasu.”
“Good grief, either way the least I can do is style your hair given the fact it has gotten longer than last time,” Cherry quickly looked for a hair ornament that she can use to hold Amaryllis’s hair before finding the right one.
“Cherry… you mention to me that you aren’t exactly related to Nobunaga yet still at the same time. I know I may be overstepping your boundaries but, is it because you are from another timeline…?”
“Yes… yes I am. To be frank, my older brother died long ago. I suppose being with this ‘Nobunaga’ is the only way I can lessen this guilt. You are also like me in a way, Amaryllis,” Cherry cast her eyes down before focusing on putting the hair ornament into the style she made with Amaryllis’s hair.
“Yeah. I remember that storm yet afterwards is nothing but a blur.”
“There, done! This is quite different when styling someone’s hair than yours,” Cherry felt proud before bringing a small mirror to Amaryllis to see.
A half up and half down style with the hair ornament holding onto the bun on her back. It reminds her of a time where someone else once did that for her. “Thank you Cherry, I suppose I should get going-”
“When did I say you could go?” Cherry is wearing a smile – one that is not good.
“C-cherry- can we not, please…?”
“Nope! You are the special guest for this party,” Cherry quickly showed Amaryllis the shades of rouges she has collected over the years.
Knowing there is no way to escape, Amaryllis gave Cherry the permission to place make up on her. Cherry squealed as she grabbed a cloth to clean Amaryllis’s face only to realize – her freckles weren't gone.
“Amaryllis, why did your freckles disappear?” tilting her head, confusion present.
“A habit of mine, one that I used as a way to lessen the chance of myself from being kidnapped or dragged to the ‘back street’,” Cherry gasped at hearing such a thing.
Amaryllis continued to explain what it is like living as a commoner with the danger of being beautiful, to her, beauty came at a cost – like every action. Cherry gained insight about the life of a commoner, one she thought was freedom, was just a struggle to survive no matter what circumstances they may find themself in – even if it may be good.
A voice of a maid brought her back to the present, “Do you wish to have a refill, Lady Amaryllis?”
“Thank you. And please, enjoy the party as well.”
“Will do. And there is no need to worry about us, but thank you,” the maid smiled at being acknowledged for her efforts.
Amaryllis drinks her tea as she watches what is in front of her. Of course, there are bets going around that Masamune would find himself out drunk; by Mitsuhide likely. Ieyasu added some of his chili peppers to his food as most of his vassals drank without any care of the world – facing a possible hangover in the morning. Mitsuhide and Kicho talking with each other that not many of the vassals can hear except for Amaryllis – their conversation was nothing more about how to fish out spies in their midst. Hideyoshi was next to Nobunaga like usual, mentioning how he needs to be careful with his daily intake of sugar as he doesn’t want him to die so soon. (Rip Lemochi, Ieyasu’s descendant, only if you knew how sweets would be your downfall.)
Leaving Mitsunari and Keiji, both aren’t heavy drinkers, just like Amaryllis. Keiji was pulling off moves and reciting poems to keep the party going and smiles among the room. Mitsunari was clapping to Keiji’s performance, which sorta played a role on having some of the servants in the room to pass out on how angelic his smile is. All Amaryllis could do is smile, not a fake one like Mitsuhide, a real one as – she is surrounded by people that not only cares about her but she does as well. Cherry takes the moment in front of her, enjoying how most of the people in the room. Allowing themselves to enjoy the party.
A night to remember. I will engrave this to my mind in hopes that maybe. Just maybe, it may allow me to understand myself further.
CLANK
“Not bad, you are getting better at this,” Mitsuhide casually held his bokken with one hand as he held off Amaryllis.
Amaryllis was already heaving as this training was going on longer than usual, while Mitsuhide didn’t break a sweat almost as if – he can predict where she will attack next.
“You got this Amaryllis!” Mitsunari cheered on alongside Cherry.
“Thanks Mitsunari! HMP!” Amaryllis lowered herself, planning to do a piercing move to Mitsuhide’s chest only to be deflected.
“Quite predictable.”
Jumping back to have a distance between her and Mitsuhide, Amaryllis decided to let Mitsuhide attack first but use his movements against him. Waiting for the moment for Mitsuhide to come after her, Amaryllis held her breath as she took the time to plan what else she could do. Seeing her focus was elsewhere, Mitsuhide dashed at her – Amaryllis got out of the way swiftly, leading Mitsuhide’s strike futile.
“Oh? Changing tactics?” Mitsuhide commented.
“Yes, but perhaps I shall keep this from… you!” Amaryllis quickly got behind Mitsuhide to strike at him.
THWACK
“Fast, but not fast enough, little fox,” Mitsuhide caught her bokken once more before it could get to his neck.
“HMPH!” Amaryllis ducked quickly before using the same tactic as Mitsuhide used on her that day, leading Mitsuhide to lose his footing before falling on the floor.
“Amaryllis wins!” Mitsunari announced.
“Using my own tactic against me… I’m impressed,” Mitsuhide now laid on the floor with Amaryllis’s bokken in front of him.
“I learn from the best. Isn’t that right, Mitsuhide?” Amaryllis gasps from such an intense fight.
“You two should enjoy this fruit that the chefs cutted up this noon. Here are some towels you two can use to clean off your sweat,” Cherry went up to them with the said items.
“No need Lady Cherry, I have to head out soon,” Mitsuhide turned down Cherry’s offer before leaving the room.
“He sure is busy constantly,” Amaryllis chuckled at how Mitsuhide’s schedule is packed constantly.
“Sure do hope that Mitsuhide would rely on my brother and the others as well…” Cherry looked at the empty doorway.
“Lord Mitsuhide is like that. I did offer to help him but he refused, he did mention that I should stay in the light like the others. I’m quite confused on why he said that,” Mitsunari commented.
“Well! Let us enjoy this fruit! We don’t always get these everyday!” Cherry clapped her hands as she led the trio to the veranda to enjoy the sun’s warmth.
“Mitsuhide…” Hideyoshi glared at Mitsuhide for some apparent reasons – a murderous aura could be felt.
“Oh? What is it, Hideyoshi? What did I do to gain a visit from the mother hen?” Mitsuhide continued to act oblivious to the matter.
“Cut the bull crap. Why did you send me this!? Having Amaryllis be a spy for the Oda Forces?! You know full well I don’t plan to-”
“You can tell she has talents that can be grown on the battlefield. I did ask her beforehand, and she doesn’t have any objectives to it,” Mitsuhide casually replied as he focused on the reports that his contacts sent.
“If what you say is true then I will ask Amaryllis myself. And if what you said is true Mitsuhide, then I suppose I cannot stop her from going that path…” Hideyoshi clenched his fists, reluctant to have his daughter be on the battlefield.
“Amaryllis, did Mitsuhide ask you if you wish to become a spy?” Hideyoshi asked Amaryllis the moment he saw her.
“Yes, I accept it. I know it may hurt you, Hideyoshi but… if I can be a spy then maybe I can save some lives before it could happen. I know it is a selfish motive, but that is what I want to do as a spy,” Amaryllis sighed before looking at Hideyoshi head on, determined to fulfill that duty – one that lives in the shadows, befitting for her.
“I can’t stop you from doing such but, don’t do anything risky. You are my daughter and I am worried that you may end up being caught. You know full well how spies are treated once caught,” Hideyoshi gave up but told his worries.
“And here I thought you worried Nobunaga constantly, Hideyoshi.”
“Excuse me! I am your father and-”
“HIDEYOSHI! NOBUNAGA FOUND THE STASH WE HIDDEN AWAY!” Cherry’s voice could be heard.
“NOT AGAIN!” Hideyoshi quickly went into action as he followed Nobunaga's internal compass.
“CHERRY YOU TRAITOR! HIDEYOSHI! I ORDER YOU TO STAND DOWN!” Nobunaga’s voice came next the moment he spotted not just his sister but his right-hand.
“...and I thought I was childish.” Amaryllis felt a sweatdrop on her forehead.
“This is the man I married. And the life I must watch,” Kicho stood next to her before walking towards his husband’s location.
Amaryllis stood there in silence before a thought appeared in her mind, If they are husband and wife…. WHAT WAS THEIR WEDDING NIGHTS LIKE!?
On one spring day, Amaryllis had finished her lessons and there is no more to do other than relax. Feeding her Carrion Crows as usual to thank for their loyalty to her, Amaryllis allowed them to continue flying free, only coming to her when she sang a familiar song – one that her mother once sang to her.
“‘Providing cannot fill an empty cup thirsting for love’. Why do I remember that song… I wonder…. Did my mother once sing that to me?” Amaryllis glanced at the clear skies as if it held the answer to her question – no reply came.
“Meow.”
Turning around, Amaryllis spots Mitsunari’s cat before it came to her and walked to her before snuggling up to her hakama. “You sure aren’t afraid to walk up to everyone, right Neko?”
“Meow?”
Picking up Neko, Amaryllis held her like a baby before Sơn pecked at her for getting too close for his comfort. “HISS!”
“Sơn… don’t. Neko is Mitsunari’s pet. Hurt her and you may end up finding yourself turned into bird soup. We wouldn’t want that, do we?” Amaryllis glared at her loyal companion who in return glared back.
“Squeak!”
“Oh sorry Hoshi, I didn’t mean to ignore you,” Amaryllis walked towards Hoishi who clearly had her fun in the pond as she jumped out.
Sơn quickly took flight to find a small towel to dry off Hoshi with Neko wishing to have a nap. Finding the said towel, Sơn dropped it infront of Amaryllis as she sat down on the veranda with the towel on her lap. Seeing her owner’s message, Hoshi quickly leapt to her lap to be dried off – leading Neko to snuggle up with Amaryllis as she dry her otter.
“Squeak!”Hoshi tried to wrestle the cloth’s attack to dry her off but ultimately decided to surrender, making Amaryllis’s job quite easier.
“Honestly… first Sơn and now you? I was willing to let you off in the wild to be with your family after healing, but maybe I made you too attached to me when caring you,” Amaryllis petted Hoshi’s fur.
“The 10 year siege huh… To think it lasted that long… I do hope it doesn’t bring more deaths,” Amaryllis’s eyes casted a shadow knowing the inevitable.
“Fox.”
“Yes, Mitsuhide?” Amaryllis turned to face him.
“You will accompany us to Mount Hiei, it will be the first time in your new role in the Oda Forces,” Mitsuhide plainly gave out.
“Scout the area, I got it, Mitsuhide. Is there anything I should know beforehand?” Amaryllis quickly let Hoshi run around with Sơn flying to oversee her.
“The moment you arrive there, I tell all the women and children to flee,” Mitsuhide’s voice went cold.
“...you aren’t planning to do what I think you are going to do, Mitsuhide…?”
“It is a must.”
A gentle breeze passed through the two foxes of the Oda Forces, a contrast of the topic they are discussing. Mount Hiei, a place where Nobunaga will gain the title of Demon King of the Sixth Heaven from the destruction of it.
Mount Hiei was burning. The screams from that mountain could be heard from afar. Mitsuhide and Nobunaga stare at the inferno. No one spoke about it as they know if they do, their enemies may find it as a weakness. Amaryllis watched on with the sparks of from the inferno, reminding her of something that was the catalyst of her state – a fragment memory of a small boy whose body was charred.
“Did you warn them about them, fox?”
“Yes, Mitsuhide. Days before this, those who weren’t convinced, I merely told them what fate they may suffer if they do stay,” Amaryllis looked on with no emotions but apathy in her eyes.
After all, she did see this happen in her ‘dreams’. Knowing there is no way to go and prevent, Amaryllis accepts her place to foresee events even if she hates it, even if it tortures her mind each night. At least she was able to save lives this time instead of allowing them to die.
“Master Kennyo!” a disciple slammed the shoji doors open.
“What caused you to be this frantic-?” Kennyo who was in a state of meditation heard the panic in his brethren’s voice.
“Ha…ha… Mount Hiei! I- it's completely destroyed! Burned! Burned down!”
Kennyo's face showed how surprise he is at such news. Especially after his battle with Nobunaga came to an end. Ranmaru and Daiju ran into his room to tell him that some of the Ikko-Ikki who survived were badly injured.
“Focus on patching up our brethrens, I… I will figure out a way to make sure it doesn’t happen to us,” all Kennyo could do is give out empty words, he too doesn't know if what Nobuanga did would be done to them.
“Understood Master Kennyo!”
“I will go grab the leftover medicine from late Shinji!”
Kennyo placed his hands on his staff, shaking. He doesn’t want to draw his blade again, but he will do it if it means to protect them. He won’t fail to protect them just like how he failed to save one of his old friends.
A long, long ways from now
When I look back on those memories
I sure wish that I can smile
Masterlist
A/N: So yeah, slowly introducing more OCs and our boi, SASUKE!!!! I would like to thank @cherrykasugayama for allowing me to have her OC, Cherry, to be apart of my storyline even if it may be small role; and her proof reading my characterization of her OC! Thank you Ayaka! (Hopefully that's the name you go by😅) We are slowly getting there! I think this book will have at most 20 acts by the time I am done, maybe.
Sengoku Secrets!
Amaryllis has two pets (if we don't count her mare, Tsuki) which are Hoshi, a Japanese River Otter, and Sơn, the self declare leader of the flock.
Masamune can't trust Amaryllis after that time when she swapped his drink.
Amaryllis cannot drink sake, according to Hideyoshi, she has to be 21. D:<
Amaryllis's first sword was gifted by Mitsuhide who beat Hideyoshi to it when she went with Nobunaga and Mitsuhide to Mount Hiei. (Hideyoshi is salty about it, I think 🤷)
Neko finds Amaryllis's presence smoothing especially for naps.
Nobunaga 'orders' Amaryllis to give him his konpeito but Cherry glares at her brother each time before handing it to Hideyoshi.
Shingen and Kenshin was surprised at such massacre at Mount Hiei -- Kenshin thought he finally found another worthy opponent other than Shingen.
Shingen is planning his campaign to Kyoto (like his real life counterpart)
Ieyasu really wished he didn't know that cuz even HE wouldn't go that far especially a taboo.
Mitsunari is glad he has someone that he can rambles about his stuff, Amaryllis just allows him cuz info!
Kennyo and the Ikko-Ikki sect isn't having fun honestly, they are stressed out at the end.
Keiji seems to be stepping away from Amaryllis... almost as if he is hiding something 👀
Yukimura still sucks at talking to women AS HE SOMEHOW KEEPS FORGETTING ABOUT IT AFTER EACH LESSONS! (Shingen is sighing on how bad it has gotten)
Kicho really doesn't care about Amaryllis, as long she follows their goal.
Between each universe, there is always an alternate universe, where we see history take a different path or approach on what was originally written. Some are given a chance to see how history plays out, whether we like it or not, it is not our choice but the universe itself. Thus begin our prequel of the prologue, where everything builds up to the main stage of the play.
Amaryllis, a nine year old, thrust into an era of war, where women and girls were treated nothing more but objects to their counterparts. Every step she takes, is filled with nothing but wary of the unfamiliar surroundings around her, only to see a temple from afar. Taking a chance, she chose to step into the town where the story plays out.
AN: Recommend reading Book 1 to get everything in detail but I will fill in to anyone who haven't read it yet.
This is my fifth entry to mine & xxsycarmore's Love Chronicles Creative Challenge! You can find more information pertaining to the challenge HERE.
Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku
Pairing: Kenshin Uesugi x f!MC
Rating: NSFW
Prompt: Sex in the Rain
A bolt of lightning flickered across the sky, illuminating the town of Azuchi in stark white before disappearing back into the dark sky. The rain, once steady and calm, turned merciless as drops of water crashed down upon the streets and soaked the God of War and his companion without mercy.
“Take my hand, MC,” Kenshin instructed, intertwining their fingers before leading her into one of the alleys to seek shelter from the storm.
Nobunaga and his men had extended an invitation for MC to attend a grand feast in celebration of her honor in continuing to unify their alliance with the Uesugi Clan. Truthfully speaking, this was the Oda Clan’s formal way of stating their intention to want to spend time with MC, with Kenshin’s attendance being optional.
…..Kenshin’s attendance, optional? What were they playing at!?
Out of admiration for MC and his eternal devotion outweighing his pride as a dedicated war lord, Kenshin endured the evening in strained harmony among the Oda. Nobunaga’s vassals were fools. They lingered too close, laughed too loudly, and allowed MC’s name to escape from their mouths with such familiarity.
Kenshin held his tongue and stirred as he merely watched. He watched the way their gazes lingered and the way they dared to bask in her warmth as though it were shared sunlight.
MC was not sunlight meant to be shared among the idle men of the Oda and their careless laughter.
MC belonged to HIM, and HIM alone.
Kenshin alone understood the depth of her heart. He alone stood worthy of the affections she so freely, so dangerously bestowed.
The Oda dared to bask in her radiance as though it were communal warmth. Surely this storm was proof enough that the heavens were raging in protest since they had stolen what was rightfully Kenshin’s sunlight.
The storm occurring was nothing compared to the one tightening in his chest. Kenshin had been patient, but patience was not infinite.
Once beneath the narrow shelter of the alley’s overhang, Kenshin wasted no time. He pressed her back against the cool stone wall with one hand catching her wrist and lifting it above her head.His other arm swept his haori around them, shielding her as best he could from the relentless downpour.
“You shouldn’t allow them engage with you like that,” Kenshin murmured, his tone dangerously soft.
Lightning flashed at the mouth of the alley, illuminating the fierce possessiveness in his gaze. Water clung to strands of his blonde hair, droplets trailing down his jaw. Kenshin positioned himself between her and the rain, his body shielding hers as if the rain continued to pour down.
“Engage? Kenshin, they’re my friends I haven’t seen in awhile. They were only being kind and welcoming.”
“Too welcoming.”
Kenshin’s hand came to her waist, firm and warm through the soaked fabric
“I don’t like it,” Kenshin pouted. “When they stand too close. When they act as their level of familiarity with you rivals mine. I don’t like it at all.”
MC felt the tension in him, coiled and controlled, so she leaned in to allow her fingers to brush against his chest in an attempt to help steady his breathing.
“You’re jealous,” MC whispered.
“Always when it comes to you,” Kenshin responded without hesitation.
Rain slipped between them and cooled the heat that bloomed where their hands rested. Kenshin lifted his other hand to brush water from her cheek. His touch lingered, while his thumb traced the curve of her jaw before pulling her in for a kiss.
Kenshin’s lips lingered as he trailed to MC’s temple with reverent touches that made her breath catch. His cloak shifted around them, the damp fabric enclosing them in a quieter world where the rain struck close and constant.
MC’s thoughts transformed into unintelligible murmurs when the digits of her lover traced the downward curve of her silhouette to swiftly twirl with the straps of her obi that was serving as the barrier between the heated flesh of their skin.
The croon of Kenshin’s voice, paired with the trail of kisses down MC’s nape, drew a pleasurable shudder from her lips. His palm drifted lower, fingers circling a sensitive spot until her soft, sultry moans resounded in music to his ears.
“Kenshin,” MC hummed, her breaths raspy and short from the sweeping fleet of his caresses. “Please, I’m begging you… touch me more!”
Fueled by the desperation in MC’s voice, Kenshin was more than willing to oblige in the urgentness of her pleas.
MC’s anticipation resounded in her crying out in a helpless mewl as Kenshin’s fingernails pressed into her curves. She wrapped a leg around his waist, and wrapped her arms around his neck as he drew her closer, hastily adjusting the damp fabric of their robes to allow them to join together. The abrupt friction of their bodies molding together elicited a breathy moan from her, pleasure spreading in gentle waves as the throb of his heat stretched her walls. With every thrust, stars danced in MC’s vision, his hips moving in perfect response to her sensuous cries, carrying her closer to a blissful haze.
“I belong to you and only you, Kenshin,” MC crooned, her voice breaking as she looked up at him. She was stunned to see the reflection of her need shimmering in the pool of his eyes as their gazes locked. “For all of eternity, I will only ever belong to you.”
Kenshin felt himself harden at her confession. His desire and greed to consume all of MC was pushing him closer to reaching his peak.
“I love you,” Kenshin grunted. “Allow me to spend the rest of our lives proving it to you, beginning with me conquering you now.”
“Then stop holding back,” MC insisted, desperation bleeding into every word as she grinded against him, whining as her clit received the stimulation she was craving. “You’ve already conquered my heart time and time again….this time, I want you to continue your assault of conquering my body.”
A low, animalistic sound rumbled from Kenshin as she settled lower onto him; the new angle allowing him to penetrate the heat of her passion even deeper than before. Each deliberate thrust bounded them tighter as the rhythm of their rocking increased.
MC moved in sync with him, allowing her head to draw back as Kenshin’s mouth traced languid paths along her skin. His attention lingered, unhurried and devouring, eliciting soft whimpers from her lips. Kenshin craved her sounds more than air. A bead of perspiration slid down her forehead, only to be caught by the skillful flick of Kenshin’s tongue. The sound of her wetness with each pump echoed around them, drowning out the sound of the surrounding rain.
The exquisite way Kenshin stimulated her body soon proved to be too much for MC, sending pleasureful eruptions throughout her body as her walls began to flutter.
“MC, I’m about to-”
“Me too. Finish inside of me, please!”
Kenshin exhaled slowly, the last of the tension draining from him as he gathered her fully into his arms. MC melted against his chest, breath warm against his skin, fingers still clutching tightly to him.
Around them the rain had softened, and had now ceased entirely.
Kenshin brushed his lips against her temple, prepared to suggest retreating somewhere warm and dry, when she shifted in his embrace.
To his surprise, MC glanced up at him, her lashes fluttering. There was a spark in her eyes that rivaled the storm that had just passed. Her digits traced lightly along his chest, slow and deliberate, as if testing the waters she already knew were anything but calm.
He tightened his hold, silver eyes darkening with renewed hunger.
“The heavens have only just silenced,” Kenshin murmured softly, leaning closer until his breath brushed her lips. “And yet you seek to summon another tempest?”
MC’s answering smile confirmed his answer.
“Kenshin, I’m sure Nobunaga would allow us to seek shelter in my old quarters for the evening given the circumstances. Let’s hurry back so we can continue our rendezvous—”
“Absolutely not. I will rent a room at the nearest inn and take you there myself.” His gaze darkened, the possessiveness flickering unmistakably in his green and blue eyes. “You belong to me, especially when you are in such a state of dishevelment."
Kenshin swiftly adjusted her robes, ensuring every fold was properly secured and that no trace of their earlier indiscretion remained visible to wandering eyes.
Before MC could question him further and settled her over his shoulder.
“Kenshin!”
Rainwater still clung to the cobblestones as he strode out of the alley in search of the nearest inn.
“No one else is allowed to lay eyes on you in such a state. I forbid it. Not a single soul.”
The physical storm may have passed, but the heat in Kenshin’s gaze promised the night was far from over.
This is my contribution to the First Time for Everything zine organized by @lorei-writes and @dicenete at @ikemen-watch .
Like for many others, participating in a project of this scale was a first for me as well. All the contributors worked so hard, Lorei and Dice were so dedicated and put in so much effort to make this happen. It was pretty inspiring to see everyone work together for this . I learnt a lot, made mistakes but had fun throughout the process. I wish I could have done more but there's always a next time. I'd love to be part of something like this again <3.
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Not long enough to be tragic. Just long enough for the absence to settle into Kenshin’s bones like a quiet ache.
The war council that afternoon had been unbearable. No battles. No revolts. No tension. Just maps, reports, and men congratulating one another on how peaceful everything was.
Kenshin does not despise it. Not anymore.
But it was exhausting for him to listen to men talking about mundane things, especially when Shingen started gloating about his wife.
By the time he left the council room, his shoulders felt heavier than after a real fight. His patience was thin. His thoughts had narrowed to one thing.
His wife.
So he went looking for her.
He found her seated on the tatami, framed by warm afternoon light. Around her circled their 6 years old twin sons.
Takeru and Ken.
Two smaller versions of himself, identical in face and stubbornness, but somehow louder. Faster. Fueled by sugar, motion, and an endless well of energy Kenshin did not remember agreeing to pass down.
The board game in front of them had been abandoned.
“It’s my turn!” Takeru shouted.
“You already had three turns!” Ken argued.
“That’s because I’m faster!”
She laughed, trying to restrain them.
“Boys, please. Sit still. Just for one moment.”
Kenshin stopped in the doorway.
For a brief moment, the ache eased. This was home. This was what he protected.
Then he spoke.
“Out.”
Both boys snapped their heads toward him.
Ken blinked. “Us?”
“Yes,” Kenshin replied. “You and your brother.”
Takeru frowned. “Why?”
“Because I am tired,” Kenshin said honestly. “And I am taking your mother.”
Immediate protest.
“No!” Ken jumped in front of her, arms spread.
“She’s busy!” Takeru grabbed her sleeve.
“With us!” Ken added.
Kenshin exhaled slowly. He loved them. Truly. But they were blocking his path.
“I am dying,” he said.
She sighed. “Kenshin…”
“From wife-deprivation,” he continued.
Ken frowned. “That doesn’t sound real.”
“It is,” Kenshin said calmly. “Move.”
“No!” Ken protested. “We’re not letting you take mommy from us!”
Takeru nodded fiercely. “She is spending time with us!”
Kenshin studied them. Two stubborn little guards. Tiny mirrors of himself, right down to the scowls.
Very well.
“If you insist on keeping her,” he said evenly, “we will have extra training.”
Takeru’s eyes lit up instantly.
“Really?!”
Ken stiffened.
“…What kind of training?”
“Running,” Kenshin said. “Sword drills. Endurance. Until sunset.”
Takeru grinned. “Yes!”
Ken spun on him. “Why would you say yes?!”
“You said you wanted to be strong!”
“Not like that!”
The argument exploded.
Takeru: “You’re lazy!”
Ken: “You’re crazy!”
That was Kenshin’s opening.
He stepped forward, lifted his wife easily into his arms while his boys were busy arguing, and turned toward the hall.
“Kenshin!” she yelped.
Behind him, realization struck.
Ken gasped. “He tricked us!”
Takeru stared, crestfallen. “We lost mommy again…”
Their shoulders slumped.
Kenshin felt a faint sting of guilt. He made a mental note to comfort them later. Perhaps sweets. Or training. Or both.
Later.
Right now, he needed his wife.
He carried her to their room and lowered himself onto the futon, guiding her to sit. Then he rested his head in her lap, pressing his face against her belly.
He sighed deeply.
She did not let him off easily.
“You tricked the children,” she scolded, hands braced on his shoulders. “You frightened them, distracted them, and then you kidnapped me. You cannot just do that whenever you feel like it.”
Kenshin did not move. He nuzzled closer instead, arms circling her waist.
“They will be fine,” he murmured.
She frowned. “You are setting a terrible example. You’re teaching them that—”
He shifted slightly, cheek pressing more firmly against her, breath warm through her clothes.
“I missed you,” he said quietly.
Her voice faltered.
Her hands hesitated, then slid into his hair.
“…You are impossible,” she said, the sharpness gone.
“Yes,” Kenshin agreed, eyes closing.
She sighed, long and fond, the kind of sigh that meant surrender. The nagging never came back. Instead, she leaned forward just enough to press a kiss to the top of his head.
Love is such a strange word for a feeling. Two people who found each other in the midst of politics, yet found the chance to fall in love as time went on during their engagement. Nobles who have been reduced to being commoners after both of their respective clans fell in the midst of the inferno.
Meanwhile at Hongan-ji, life continues as normal as they all settle in the life that was created for them. Just like a pebble to water, it disturbs the flow — whether it's a good thing or not.
—
The passage of time continues to flow alongside the river, as life slowly goes to a slumber with autumn arrival. At the same time, leaving more opportunities for common folks to be prepared for the new year which will be upon them soon.
“Shinij, where will you be heading to?” Kiku, who is a few months pregnant, questions where her husband will be going.
“I plan to visit the temple to pray for our child and you, to be safe when it is time,” Shinji, a noble of the now destroyed Li clan, comforts his wife.
“...please return to me in one piece, my love. I do not wish to put my fears into words…if it comes into fruition the moment I do,” as Kiku lays her lands on her husband’s chest to ground herself.
Hoping to take away her worries, Shinji wraps his arms around her, reassuring her that he would make sure to come back to her. No matter what. “Even if death tries its hardest to rip us away, I would do everything to return to you, my beloved Kiku. As I would rather forsake a place in the heavens to make sure we will be together.”
Both of them looked at each with immense love for each other — making a silent vow to return to each other no matter the cost. Shinji breaks their contact to look outside of their home and realizes the rays of the sun are peeking out from the mountains — telling him it is time to head out. Kissing Kiku’s head before making his trip to the temple — the Hongan-ji where Kennyo resides.
Speaking of Hongan-ji, Shingen prepares his leave from the temple — with some people present outside for his departure; “I shall take my leave now, Kennyo.”
“Safe travels, Shingen. I appreciate you have decided to take the time to visit us,” Kennyo nods to Shingen — a sign of their friendship throughout the years.
“Thank you for buying us these kimonos, Lord Shingen!” Saburo gleefully waved to the people of Kai.
“Please come back soon! We like hearing stories about you and Master Kennyo!” Ranmaru bowed to Shingen — with Kennyo sighing recalling those stories.
“Thank you for being here,” Amaryllis too bowed to Shingen.
“I will be sure to visit again after calming down the God of War’s lust for battle! Take care everyone!” Shingen proceeds to tell as he mounts on his steed before galloping away.
All that was left of Shingen’s visit to Hongan-ji was the new kimonos that the children adored — especially Amaryllis as he gained the trust of the child after hearing rumors of how she arrived — rumors that either cursed her or pitied her. Shingen Takeda is a man that controls a well respected army in Japan, and his knowledge on how to treat someone with respect despite his flirty attitude suggest otherwise. But during his stay, he can sense something different about Amaryllis — a feeling he may meet her again in a situation where he is at his weakest.
“Lord Shingen, may I ask something trivial?” with Shingen nodding for him to continue; “What are you thinking about at the moment?” the Takeda vassal who accompanied him asked an innocent question.
“Thinking about the next time we come to visit Hongan-ji. You have to cherish the time you have left knowing this war-torn land,” was the answer that the vassal got.
“So this is Hongan-ji Temple, quite more beautiful than I thought it would be. I suppose it is time to visit the Abbot, and maybe have a chance to speak with that child that he would speak of,” Shinji, after days of travel has now arrived at the foothold of the temple.
Passing through the halls to visit Kennyo, Shinji spots Amaryllis, Saburo, and Ranmaru playing a game that involves chasing each other. A sense of nostalgia took hold of him, taking him to the moment in time where he would watch over the children of Kyoto on behalf of the parents as they work. Innocent laughter fills the air — a contrast to what lies outside — the cries and clashes of steel that wage on outside the confinement of the temple’s ground, a fragile veil of security and safety. It wasn’t too long till he came across Kennyo, who looked at the three children with a sense of duty present in his eyes. “I received your letter for an audience with me, Shinji. In which I accept, if you don’t mind for our audience to be here.”
Taking a seat beside Kennyo on the veranda, “I wouldn’t mind, Abbot. I too would rather chat with a sense of scenery to be different for this topic. A conversation between two beings — no social standing or anything — just people.”
“Ama! You are so fast!” Saburo’s voice was quickly heard as it pierced the silence between the two adults.
“Heh! Try to keep up with me, Saburo! You too Ran!” Amaryllis looked back at her two friends.
“Hey! At least I am not dead last!” Ranmaru retorted at Amaryllis’s teasing.
“You take that back Ranmaru!” Saburo quickly interjected with his face becoming red with embarrassment.
Amaryllis couldn’t hold back her laughter and laugh at the two,“Pfff— you two!”
Both of them stood there as they watched Amaryllis fall to the ground with tears of joy in her eyes. Realizing how dumb their banter was, they too laughed and now on the ground alongside Amaryllis. Unaware two pairs of eyes were watching them.
“Those two are the ones that are under your wing, are they not, Abbot?”
“Yes, both of them are under my wing till they wish to leave.”
“It is assuring that your temple allowed them to be taught and a chance to be on a level of a lower-noble or higher, I am glad for that.”
“If it means to keep hope going, when the world out there is engulfed in the flames of war. Then I wish for this place to be a place where I can protect them, what remains of their innocence that the fire hasn't swallowed yet,” Kennyo’s eyes focused only on the children in front of him.
“That is quite impressive and inspiring to do Abbot. I am grateful for people like you that continue to exist despite everything. Right! Before I forget, I was hoping that you could at least give us something that would promote a smooth delivery,” Shinji quickly told what he was here for after remembering his entire purpose of coming here.
“Very well, I will give you something that promotes that,” Kennyo broke his focus and looked at Shinji for the first time in their entire conversation.
From there out, their conversation spiraled into talking about the children these days while keeping tabs on any nearby battles that are taking place that may need assistance for the people. Unaware that the children that were once rolling on the ground out of laughter took notice and decided to give Kennyo something — flower bracelets and a flower crown that they were able to gather in the garden.
“Oh? What is it that you three brought to me?” Kennyo quickly redirected his attention to them.
“A thank you gift for teaching us Master Kennyo!” Ranmaru said out loud with the two nodding.
“Why thank you, all of you for this wonderful gift,” as Kennyo lowered his head so Ranmaru could place the flower crown on his head while Amaryllis and Saburo worked on tying the flower bracelets on his wrist.
“Hehe, seems like it goes both ways,” Shinji commented as Kennyo was decked in flowers.
“Indeed it does,” Kennyo patted each one of them — a thank you to them.
At the moment, Amaryllis turned her attention to Shinji — eyes glinting with curiosity on who this person may be with Kennyo other than Shingen. It didn’t go unnoticed when Shinji looked at Amaryllis with a feeling of understanding. Both of them desire knowledge more than anyone, but at the same time know when to not cross a line to protect the mind, body, and spirit. Knowing that Ranmaru and Amaryllis turned a year older recently.
“Hey, what is your name, little one?” Shinji asked Amaryllis.
“...Amaryllis,” a voice barely above a whisper.
“Nice to meet you Amaryllis. The name is Shinji of the now fallen Li clan. I see you wish to have more knowledge about something, what is it?”
Amaryllis looked at Kennyo — who nodded to give her answer to the man, before going to Ranmaru and Saburo who both smiled — a sign between the three of them to trust their instinct,“...medicinal herbs, sir.”
“Medicine? That is quite a rare interest especially for a girl, are you sure you wish to know more about it?”
“Y-yes…” Amaryllis said before quickly going behind Kennyo to avoid his piercing gaze.
“Do not fright Amaryllis, Sir Shinji is a kind man. I met him quite often alongside Shingen, he is a trustworthy man,” Kennyo reassured Amaryllis as she slowly stepped out into view once more.
“It’s fine Kennyo. She is unsure whether to answer, knowing how she fidgets with her fingers which is a normal response to someone she hasn’t met before,”Shinji reassures as Amaryllis is no longer behind Kennyo.
“...do you know more about medicine?” Amaryllis muttered out.
“Indeed I do, I used to be a doctor in Kyoto and a lucky man who was able to have knowledge passed down when my clan used to study in China,” Shinji now changed his body language to be less intimidating and more welcoming – similar to Kennyo’s posture.
“What was it like…?” Amaryllis asked with a sparkle present in her eyes.
The conversation leads Amaryllis to ask more about medicinal herbs with Shinji answering each one, leading Amaryllis to slowly sit next to the man. With Kennyo, Saburo, and Ranamru witnessing Amaryllis taking a lead in her life rather than relying on someone’s help to get out of her comfort zone. Saburo, noticed the subtle shift in Ranmaru, realized that his friend has feelings for the girl, one that continues to showcase her extensive knowledge when others ask. Everyone was blissfully unaware that this conversation would play a role in turning Kennyo into a demon and causing pain to everyone involved in the near future.
“Really!? That is so cool! Did you meet those people from the west?” Amaryllis showcased her excitement on full display without holding back.
“Unfortunantly, I did not but they did teach us how to create an alcohol that would make sure the place would be sterile before doing anything that is related to the body,” Shinji answers for the first time in a long while with joy.
It didn’t take long for the arrival of dusk. Even so, Amaryllis asked some final questions to Shinji before they retired for the night. It was in that moment that Shinji realized this is the same girl that his friend spoke about — despite what he heard about her being exaggerated than what reality presented. Regardless, he felt a genuine connection with her — asking her if she wished to join the Li family while mentioning they do not possess the wealth or political power anymore. Amaryllis took a moment to think about it – she cares for everyone here at Hongan-ji, so she asked to be given time to process it — if she should risk it all for this chance. Shinji allowed her to take the time and make her decision before his departure which was in two days.
During their break from class, Amaryllis confided with her two friends about whether she should take the offer or not. Saburo told her to take the chance as even despite not having anything, his knowledge can make her achieve new heights than being here; “You should take this chance, Amaryllis! It is a once in a life-time opportunity!”
Meanwhile Ranmaru was conflicted, he was happy that she was offered to do something she genuinely had interest in but at the same time, he didn’t want to part ways with her. Not for a long time, at least.
“But if I do, that would mean that we would have to part ways for a long time,” Amaryllis told her worries of leaving them behind.
“...”
“It doesn’t mean you have to leave us forever! You can just visit us after some time, especially in the spring,” Saburo gave out a solution to her worry.
“Then how would you two be able to visit me then?”
“Eh? Uhm….”
Ranmaru continues to stay silent while processing everything. Amaryllis doesn’t wish to leave but at the same time wishes to because of them. A dilemma. Realizing that if he stays silent then Amaryllis may stay with them but unable to grow the talents she has. Is it wrong for me to be selfish, wishing she would stay here rather than leaving? It was the words that lingered within his mind before deciding that Amaryllis deserves this chance, “You should go.”
“Ran…”
“See! Ranmaru agrees! Remember Amaryllis, this is once in a life-time and the moment you decline there is no going back!” Saburo declared as he pointed at her.
“I-” before turning to Ranmaru to see his expression — one of encouraging her to seize this chance, “Alright. Thank you two for helping me decide.” Hugging them before running to tell Kennyo and Shinji about her decision.
The moment when Amaryllis was out of the room, Saburo turned to Ranmaru, “Ranmaru, are you sure about this?”
“What do you mean Saburo?”
“You have feelings for her, yet you let her go. Is this really what you want, let alone your heart tells you to? I am asking you this as a friend of both of you.”
“I’m unsure. I don’t want her to go but at the same time, it would be wrong of me to keep her here. But I think I can manage it if we visit her or the other way after some time. So I don’t think it would be that bad,” Ranmaru turned to Saburo with a smile — one that hides his true feelings each time.
“...if you say so.”
“Is that everything Amaryllis?” Shinji looked at what she packed.
“Yup! I didn’t have much in the first except for what Lord Shingen bought,” Amaryllis replied.
Doing a double take if that is everything Amaryllis wishes to pack, Kennyo and her two friends appeared in the doorway; “I see you two are preparing for your leave, Shinji.”
“Ah, Kennyo. Indeed we are. I was just unaware that she didn’t possess much other than what Shingen gifted her,” turning his attention to face Kennyo while thinking about the hassle that Shingen left.
“Indeed he went a bit overboard with his charity, but it is what allowed them to smile still,” Kennyo closed his eyes recalling that day where Amaryllis was trying to stop Shingen from buying her stuff – didn’t work much to her dismay.
“Did Shingen happen to tell them about what we did when we were younger…?” Shinji felt a sweatdrop on his forehead.
Kennyo nodded. Leaving Shinji to have his soul leave his body temporarily.
Meanwhile with the children, the atmosphere between the three was different to the adults.
Amaryllis walked up and hugged them both, “I will miss you two.”
“Same here,” Ranmaru in return hugged her back.
Saburo too hugged her back; “I doubt things will be the same after you leave, but take care alright.”
“I will,” Amaryllis let go before smiling at them for the last time in a long while.
“Are you ready to go to Amaryllis?” Shinji walked up to them
“Yup! Ready to go, father.”
As the two leave Hongan-ji and turn back to wave at them as their way of saying goodbye, Ranmaru would have felt a bit alone if it wasn't for Saburo being next to him during the whole thing. While Kennyo looked on as their figure turned tiny till they were out of his sight.
It took the same approximate time to arrive home, regardless Amaryllis felt joyful of having to be part of a family – even though she felt a bit nervous meeting Kiku, her mother now.
As they get closer to home, they hear someone singing, “I knew I must step up,”
Turning towards Shinji, “Is that…?”
“Your mother, yes.”
“You deserve the world and more,”
A sense of sadness was present.
“The truth is that you’d rather”
As each word is said aloud with no audience.
“Spend our limited time together”
The sadness persists with each lyric.
“Protection alone is not enough”
While a feeling of hope within each word that is spewed.
“Providing cannot fill an empty cup thirsting for love”
A song about regret.
“I questioned myself a lot–”
The moment they step inside, Amaryllis couldn’t help but be amazed at how beautiful her now mother is.
“We are home, love.”
Turning towards the source of that voice, Kiku couldn’t help but cry out of relief at seeing her husband, “Welcome back home, my love.”
Amaryllis looked at them, as they reminded her of a fairytale between a prince and princess. It didn’t take long for Kiku to notice the girl who stood beside her husband, “Hello there, I suppose my husband has brought you and adopted you into our family. In which, welcome home my child.”
“I- May I call you mother…?”
“Of course. You didn’t have to ask if you could call me mother. If my husband brought you here then I won’t argue as long as you don’t mind having a younger sibling in the near future,” caressing her stomach where it swells, a sign of life growing within her.
“I… I will be an older sibling?”
“Indeed you will be.”
Amaryllis walked closer and looked at Kiku, her mother, if she could touch her stomach. A nod was all it took for Amaryllis to touch the sibling that she will have soon. Her mouth turned into a smile before speaking, “I know you may feel scared inside, but I will do my best to be the sibling that you can always rely on.”
That moment was all it took for both Kiku and Shinji to know that the child that they adopted would do anything to protect their child. While for Amaryllis, her mind lingers back to that scene where the infant in that woman’s body was ripped out of her — a constant reminder to not allow history to repeat itself again in a place that is now her home.
“It is getting quite late, I do hope you made dinner for us Kiku,” Shinji suggested while teasing his wife.
“Of course I did, I suspected you would come home today. And I did make a bit more thanks to my cravings lately. Heheh~”
Before Amaryllis could talk, her stomach had other plans — announcing her hunger. A growl was heard in the house, leading both adults to stare at her before giggling and guiding her to where they will eat.
As time went by, Amaryllis slowly showed her personality, one that fits her and children her age. With Kiku being thankful for having a caring and smart daughter who stays by her side constantly and making sure she doesn’t carry heavy items. While Shinji taught her how to forge herbs that are used for medicine and how to create them. Applying their teaching within her, so that she can pass down their knowledge and virtues to someone that may need or allow them to realize their talents.
“Mother, can you sing that song when I first came here?”
Kiku turned back as she was in the process of closing Amaryllis’s door, “Of course, my little shooting star.”
That night, Amaryllis drifted off as she listened to her mother’s song. All that remained was the soft breathing of her children who fell asleep, from a song that is full of pain and regret, but able to forgive oneself at the same time. SAKAI.
Masterlist
AN: IM BACK WITH IDEAS! So uhh about that AO3 curse, it seems it can go further than AO3. Luckily for me, I just ended up with my period and very bad fever. 💀 I’m fine now. It is strange that i ended up being sick before Tết, almost like a sign of my bad luck decided to manifest at the end of the year. Once more, I do hope I got their characters correct after not writing for this for like two weeks 🙏
Sengoku Secret 🤫
Benmaru is about to be Yukimura alongside with Hideo/Yoshihisa. (The character for Yoshi in Yoshihisa is different than what the Ashikaga clan uses )
Takechiyo/Ieyasu is a hostage for the Imagawa Clan, thus his suffering begins.
Saburo is ripping his hair out due to how blind Amaryllis is to Ranmaru’s feelings to her and how Ranmaru is going against his heart. 💔 (he is the third wheel in this friendship)
Kennyo kept the flower crown and flower bracelets in his room and buried them after they all wither away.
Shinji mostly kept in contact with Shingen due to their nobility till the Li Clan fell. Currently maintaining his friendship with Kennyo, as he fears that something bad will happen to him if he doesn’t.
Shingen fought with Kenshin the moment he got to the battlefield. It was a tie and both forces agreed to retreat to prepare for winter.
Amaryllis started to experience those ‘dreams’ again, but unable to comprehend them as they are all blurry, yet traces of blood remain to be clear. Almost as if fate is deciding which one is better to play out than the rest.
Kiku adores Amaryllis and style her hair alongside her child as time passes by. Meanwhile with Shinji, let’s just say he started his medicine garden with Amaryllis helping out with his experiments. (They blew something up outside, don’t worry! It was a controlled experiment, nobody got hurt expect for them.)
Sasuke started high school. (13 or 14 by this point. Headcanon him to be like 26 or 27 years old in the main story knowing he is a post grad. Yes he skipped a grade cuz he is that smart.)
