Chōsokabe Motochika (
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Who: Akechi Mitsuhide [
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Where: Their home → Middle District.
When: Early evening.
Style: Prose.
Status: Closed.
For Motochika, today was a date of note. Today marked two years exactly since he washed up in Vatheon.
Contemplating time was an odd experience – one singular, defined passage felt both long and short, reflecting differently depending on the angle it was perceived from. The same two years he had been absent from his island were also two years he had lived in the wonder of Vatheon with Mitsuhide and Gracia at his side.
If his morning had carried the heaviness of separation from Shikoku and the responsibilities he once bore with a daimyo's pride – the fleeting ache of homesickness, fond remembrance and private reverence of something beloved but beyond reach – then now was the time to celebrate all that the past two years had afforded him: opportunities and experiences, growth and joys impossible in his previous life, just as precious to him.
Of all those, the most prominent had been what peace and a lack of responsibility greater than themselves allowed he and Mitsuhide to become, free and without reservation or burden – and so together, they decided to celebrate by going out on date.
Given the occasion it was only fitting to embrace a modern custom.
Motochika waited in the living room for Mitsuhide to join him so that they could depart. A warm ocean of affection sat placid in his chest, deep and vast, radiating contentment through him.
Motochika held no regrets; they had never suited him.
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Where: Their home → Middle District.
When: Early evening.
Style: Prose.
Status: Closed.
For Motochika, today was a date of note. Today marked two years exactly since he washed up in Vatheon.
Contemplating time was an odd experience – one singular, defined passage felt both long and short, reflecting differently depending on the angle it was perceived from. The same two years he had been absent from his island were also two years he had lived in the wonder of Vatheon with Mitsuhide and Gracia at his side.
If his morning had carried the heaviness of separation from Shikoku and the responsibilities he once bore with a daimyo's pride – the fleeting ache of homesickness, fond remembrance and private reverence of something beloved but beyond reach – then now was the time to celebrate all that the past two years had afforded him: opportunities and experiences, growth and joys impossible in his previous life, just as precious to him.
Of all those, the most prominent had been what peace and a lack of responsibility greater than themselves allowed he and Mitsuhide to become, free and without reservation or burden – and so together, they decided to celebrate by going out on date.
Given the occasion it was only fitting to embrace a modern custom.
Motochika waited in the living room for Mitsuhide to join him so that they could depart. A warm ocean of affection sat placid in his chest, deep and vast, radiating contentment through him.
Motochika held no regrets; they had never suited him.
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Mitsuhide's hand shifted, his fingers soon finding the visible edge of his lover's tattoo.
"What you call confined, I call comforting. What you call comfortable, I call shameless. One of the many ways in which we are very different men."
One of the ways in Mitsuhide had not changed was in his preferences for traditional clothing, and the many layers involved. Even when he went swimming he kept his underkimono on, unwilling to expose that much of his body in public.
Despite everything, he had retained much of his modesty.
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Motochika slid one hand under the veil of Mitsuhide's hair and pressed his fingers firm against the layers of fabric covering Mitsuhide's tattoo -- a perfect reflection of the one curling over his shoulder blade. One such gift.
"Your modesty affords me private treasures... sights and sounds that I share with no one."
The warmth in his tone intensified and reverberated in the kiss that followed as he leant in to capture Mitsuhide's lips with his own.
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"My possessive Motochika."
For a moment it seemed like Mitsuhide was going to add to that comment, but in the end he rose his free hand to his lips and laughed quietly instead.
He did enjoy encouraging his lover's possessive side, on occasion.
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Motochika held Mitsuhide close, for a moment; his eyes momentarily slid shut as he basked in their proximity.
"Come," he said as his hand on Mitsuhide's hip fell away, "Or we shall never leave."
Motochika stepped aside, then, before he used his arm around the back of Mitsuhide's waist to usher Mitsuhide towards the front door.
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One more kiss might have brought an end to their date before they'd even managed to leave. Allowing Motochika to guide him, Mitsuhide opened the front door when they reached it and stepped thhrough.
It was quiet outside, but the area of Vatheon in which they lived was never particularly busy. It was one of the places Mitsuhide had found most appealing, back when they had searched for a larger home; a less crowded area meant a lot more privacy.
Mitsuhide stepped fully into the street, and pushed a few stray hairs out of his eyes.
"Lord Motochika," he said softly, "did you have a specific desination in mind, or is it simply a matter of deciding as we go?"
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"I have a place in mind."
He did not expand on his affirmation, teasing Mitsuhide with mystery -- though there were only so many restaurants it could be, especially given the private nature of their celebration. Likely Mitsuhide would guess.
Motochika lead them onward, his pace languorous. Evidently he was in no particular rush to get them there.
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Best to wait and see which exact one they were going to, though Mitsuhide couldn't resist making one comment as they walked.
"You seem to tease at every opportunity, Lord Motochika."
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It was no secret that Motochika enjoyed engaging Mitsuhide in every way he could, and challenging his lover in playful ways was part of that; he liked to witness Mitsuhide's spirit, Mitsuhide's competitive side.
That they could spend so much time being ridiculous was a testament to the peace Vatheon provided them.
Motochika smiled, amused.
"Together we keep your skill as a strategist well-honed."
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Mitsuhide regarded Motochika with an amused expression, one eyebrow raised and head tilted.
"How ridiculous you are. It may be on some occasions, but I cannot believe it is for most."
He stepped away from his lover, increasing his walking pace. This was a tease of his own; Mitsuhide had a fair idea of how Motochika would react, and a few plans in mind if his lover did indeed do as expected.
Strategist, indeed.
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"Who is teasing now?" he called out, before pursuing.
Bold and decisive action was Motochika's talent, and in this case he chased Mitsuhide with swift steps and attempted to catch Mitsuhide by the waist.
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"I won't deny it," he replied. "But what will you do, in the face of such teasing? I am tactician enough to avoid the simple 'attacks' you began with."
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Motochika's pursuit continued; hot on Mitsuhide's heels he reached for his lover, this time anticipating how Mitsuhide might dodge so that he could attempt a swift follow-up lunge.
He was undeterred.
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It wouldn't do, after all, to make things too easy for Motochika.
He kept up the pace, and the tease, until he reached the plaza. At this point Mitsuhide slowed down to a stop, and for good reason; he had no idea where they were going from here.
"Hmm..."
Distracted for a moment, the young samurai remained still. Of the potentials, which one was most likely? Perhaps he ought to just head there to one immediately?
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"This way," he said, his voice deep and warm.
He caught one of Mitsuhide's hands in his own, his grip firm and his smile vibrant.
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"There are easier ways to direct me," he said, a touch of his earlier amusement still there. "Nevertheless..."
He trailed off and began to walk, expression softer now. If this was the right way then he was almost certain that he knew where they were headed. He had been there a few times before, and actually obtained some good recipes from one of the locals who worked in the place.
The food would definitely be good.
By the time they reached the suspected restaurant, all of the humour was gone in his voice. Mitsuhide sounded gentle and affectionate now.
"Is this the one?" he asked, tilting his head a fraction.
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"It is."
Motochika opened the door with his free hand and gently tugged Mitsuhide inside.
"We have reservations," he said to the waiting staff manning the entrance; soon they were lead to a private table.
With a light smirk and an affectionate glance, Motochika pulled out a chair for Mitsuhide and waited.
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He smiled, folded his hands in his lap and looked around. This table really was tucked away; nobody would be able to see either of them without walking past. Perfect. Mitsuhide appreciated his privacy in general, but especially so when it came to his and Motochika's relationship.
Their intimate moments, regardless of the kind of intimacy, were for them and them alone.
"This is a good place for a 'date,' my Lord."
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After, he took his seat opposite Mitsuhide, and held Mitsuhide's gaze.
"I thought so myself. We shall be undisturbed here."
Service not counting, of course.
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"Once I would have called something like a date was very strange, but now it is... normal," he said after a short while, picking up a menu. "I fear going back to our own time would be odd in many ways."
Mitsuhide flicked the menu open and began to read.
"Two years have brought many changes."
It was not a negative comment; Mitsuhide was taking care to hold the negative feelings back, focusing only on the positive. So he continued to smile, eyes warm and dark.
"In our diets, too... goodness, I don't know where to start."