With pent up anger, comes the pantsing of Mitsunari || A mini fic
Maybe if Ieyasu wasn’t already so stressed, and now so incredibly vexed, with included pent up anger towards Mitsunari and his obliviously dense actions, he’d have ignored the conversation he overheard between you and the landscaper. Pantsing? He’d never heard of a such a thing. And he certainly could not see how it was meant to humiliate, or get back at, in this case, at someone.
But he wasn’t thinking. Smoke was literally steaming from his ears as he stormed down the corridor with clenched fists. The world was pissing him off today. And there was Mitsunari, at the end of the hall, having just apologized to a barrack that he thought was Nobunaga, again.
And he was wearing weird pants! Weird, purple pants that his haori was stuck in.
With large strides and no hesitation, Ieyasu mightily gripped the hems of Mitsunari’s pants, and yanked them down to his ankles, then pulling back to stare the stunned cinnamon roll dead in the eyes.
The two just stared at each other; Ieyasu, heavily breathing, and Mitsunari’s mouth shaped in a little ‘o’ as he tried to decipher what the young lord had just done. You could practically hear The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly theme playing in the background. And yet, it was dead silent as the two just stared at each other.
This occurred for about a minute. Until Mitsunari smiled at Ieyasu. “Oh! Lord Ieyasu! I had no idea you were behind me. Was this some way to get my attention? I will be sure to do the same to you too if I need to!” For the love of the seven devils, Ieyasu could strangle him—
“Good lord— Mitsunari!” Hideyoshi’s voice cracked behind the two. This mother of 6 could not believe what was before his eyes or maybe he could. “Pull up your pants! What are you doing— Ieyasu? Did you do this? What have I said about being nice!?”
With no response, Ieyasu turned away. The pantsing released some of his anger. He made a side note to himself, once everything that needed to be done was over, he would ask you to explain more of these strange, foreign lingos you discussed with the landscaper that morning.
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Sleeping < writing a quick fic.
I was laying in bed listening to some mozart when the idea of pantsing in the Sengoku Era came to me! Oh dearie, dearie me.
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