ikemen sengoku, my writing

dance for me

They all had expected her explanation on how she arrived though they still always had the hesitation to completely accept her answer. They knew she was not one to lie outright. They had gotten to know her at least that well. She was still watched but not entirely under guard as the first weeks of her arrival. Now she was just a member of the castle household. A Princess. She didn’t act like any princess they knew of. The women at court wouldn’t think of being found on her hands and knees scrubbing the floor for the third time that week, but they found her doing the tasks. She ran the castle as they ran a battlefield. Each person was assigned a task, and through her gentle encouragement, they all seemed to flourish doing them. She had to smile at the fact that the staff liked being able to go off early almost every day.
She also liked the extra time to wonder about the gardens or to practice in the secluded, abandoned gardens on the far side of the grounds of the castle. No one ever went there bar herself she thought. There was no need. Mitsunari had told her they were long forgotten about and overgrown. She had been curious about them, but the wall of vines that she had met had stopped her hike that day. She had spent some time walking around them until she found what seemed to be a natural archway. She walked around the overgrown vines into the middle of the once beautiful garden. The middle of it was open still. It was almost as if this was by design. The inside still flourished with a wildness that she thought was fitting for the outside looked barren. It was her place she thought often. It was as wild as her heartfelt in this foreign place and time. She would spend hours here practicing. She wanted to be in shape if she would ever get the chance to go back home.
Home. It seemed even further now. It wasn’t just the time frame. Who knew she would be transported back in time five centuries. Who knew if she would ever get the chance to go back. Her fellow time traveler was trying to figure everything out through the times and chances to speak were always so rushed as he was the enemy here within the castle town. In her mind, she thought that was almost hilarious. Her only real friend was the enemy. She was alone. She didn’t mind that. As long as she could dance she was fine.

Her dancing took on a different level here. It was rough. It was deep. It was difficult to move in the restrictive clothes she had to wear. She tried to make it work. She would twirl around doing her stretches and find the obi or cut of the kimono she was wearing not to allow her to move correctly. She knew she had to do something to fix that. She would take them off or loosen them so she could move. The walled-in garden of vines gave her the privacy that she could do that. She liked this place. It felt more like a home than any other ever did before. She would work herself in her moves doing leg lifts and the stretches she had worked on in the past decade. Often from the time she got there to dusk. No one ever seemed to miss her. They probably she was sleeping or as Nobunaga had said once on the day she arrived, “Doing princess things.”
She still to this day wondering what “Princess things” was. She didn’t have any idea. She wasn’t a princess. She was a dancer. She did the chores she did around the castle into a daily workout to go along with the things she would do in her garden. She had claimed the area though again, no one knew. She did everything well in the castle that the six warlords didn’t even try to find her on her deserved time off. They just let her go. Until the one day, she didn’t come back at dusk.
He knew instantly she hadn’t returned to the confines of the castle when he walked up to her room. The room was dim, and she always was awake at this time. He called out and slid the door open as he peered into the room. It was as he expected, it was empty. He began stalking around the castle in search of her. He was becoming more concerned with each of the places he visited. She wasn’t in the kitchen, in the audience hall, or in the still room. He went on to search again from top to bottom, and again he found no one who had seen her since she had called it a day.
He started walking in the gardens, and when he went near the abandoned garden, he heard a muffled sound. He knew it was her. He went around the area and slowly in the darkness of the night though there was a full moon out he saw the small pathway that he had to bend down for. It would be perfect for the tiny princess to go through without being caught up in the overgrown vines.
When he walked through the greenery passageway, he stood still watching the princess as she jumped through the air. She would land and then repeat the process. He didn’t know what the thing that took his breath away was. She was in the air with her legs on either side of her outstretched and flying in a way. The other was she had only her under robes on. Her kimono was in a silkened pile not far from where he was standing. She didn’t notice him, and he just stood there watching. His eyes glowing in the light of the moon.
She didn’t stop. She didn’t know it. First, he was there. She kept working as she began talking to herself, “Almost got it. I can nail this it would be the perfect touch.”
“Perfect touch to what, princess.”, he asked ad she jumped as she turned to find him staring at here.
“What are you doing here?”, she asked.
“Looking for you as you were missing from your room.”, he replied easily.
“Oh.”, she said as she finally looked around and saw the darkness creeping in around her.
“Lose track of time?”, he asked. “And what are you doing?”
“I was a dancer in my time.”, She responded. She knew they didn’t believe her about that she came from the future. “I was dancing. I was practicing so if I can go back I will be ready to dance again.”
“Go back?”, he asked.
“I don’t know if I will be able too.”, she said softly.
“You really believe you are from the future?”, he asked again.
“Damnit. I am from the future.”, She said a hair’s breadth away from losing the last of her temper. She knew they all felt that way. She wished besides showing them the contents of her purse which she wouldn’t do, they would just accept her statements.
He looked at her as she was flushed in the moonlight. The defiance was in blazing in her eyes. She would hold true to the story of her being from the future. He smiled his grin that so many called him names for. He knew it was then that he knew she really was. She looked into his face searching for the answer of this shift in his attitude. He knew she was dangerous, but not in the way the others thought. They were she moved in the moonlight was that of a sprite the traders spoke of. She was enchanted. He was enthralled with her. He always had been since that first night.
“So let me guess. I have to go back to the castle now?”, she asked.
“No Princess you do not.”, he replied. “If you wish me to leave, I will but I.” he paused.
“You what?”, she asked.
“Dance for me.”, He asked of her. It was said like a statement, but she knew he was asking her. She smiled sweetly.
“It isn’t done.”, she said, “but it is like this.” She smiled at him in the low light as he sat on a bench. He watched her as she moved like a spirit on the wind. She was grace and elegance with every move, and he wondered as for how long it took her to be able to do any of what she was doing. The ability to stretch one’s body as she was, was uncanny. She did things that he had never seen. He softly smiled as only his eyes betrayed him. She saw it in the moonlight for the first time when she looked at him.
“Mitsuhide?”, she asked as she bent down to get her over robe and obi.
“You can dance anytime you wish, Princess.”, he stated. “But only for me.”
She smiled and sighed. She thought he would restrict her somehow. She looked up into his eyes which were burning like a pot of molten gold in the moonlight. She again tilted her head for a moment when the pressure of his hand on back moved her in the passageway. He stopped for a second as she turned to face him and a kiss came from nowhere as he reached around her gathering her closer.
“Only with me as well.”, he said.


Wattpad request Snowball fight

She was surprised when she awoke and found that it was
snowing as it was now early spring. She saw the snow as she walked to the
window and thought to herself that as it blanketed the ground, it was one of the most beautiful sights she had seen since
arriving. She wondered at how long it
would last as the snow kept falling in a steady pattern. It was going to be
awhile before it stopped she could see that far ahead and wondered if the
warlords would be here in the castle during the storm or if they would stay at
their own manors for the day.

Her answer was quickly found
as she started the morning chores that
she could do as storm days were often the only time the castle slowed down and
relaxed a little. As she was walking to meet
with the maids to adjust the schedule for washing,
she ran into Masamune and Mitsuhide who both had taken rooms at the castle for
the winter just in case of a late storm or an early morning meeting either did
not want to be late for. Hideyoshi and
Mitsunari also had rooms in the castle that doubled as their work spaces during winter. The wild card was
Ieyasu who scoffed at the idea of having a room in the castle, but on days where the weather had turned frigid
he had requested one, so he didn’t freeze
at night when he would have to walk home. She didn’t know at the time that the
storm had started while they were in a late night war counsel and everyone had
decided to stay the night in case they had to be called in early the next
morning. No one wanted to trudge through whatever was left on the ground that early in the morning. She was told the rainy season was also the same and
though they all had manor’s within a short distance,
they all would stay the night or a week if need be as the roads would be
nothing but deep and thick mud.

As they all started to talk at once and she spotted Ieyasu
and knew they all were here and an idea popped into her head. She wondered if
they would be receptive to the idea. Nobunaga turned into the hallway, and she figured it would be time for all the war lords to get to work with counsel. As she thought all the warlords filed into the audience
hall and she was again alone with her thoughts. She went on with her day
as if she hadn’t had the silly idea in the first place.

Three hours after the war counsel began it was let out, and from the window,
on the side of the room they could all see it was still snowing pretty hard. No
one had seen the storm roll in as it seemed to be the last big storm of the
season or so they hoped. They all had seen the look in the princess’s eyes as
she talked about doing something later in the snow, but all had been called into
the meeting before she could say what it was. They had heard a weird ‘thunk’
sound on the side of the room and Nobunaga went to the door and slid it open
just to catch a snowball to his face. They could also hear a squeak and then as
the snow slowly fell off Nobunaga a fit of laughter that could only come from
one person, Azchui’s Princess. The war lords
all stood in fear as they saw the snowball land squarely on their lord’s face,
then as the peals of laughter came from outside they all joined in except for
Hideyoshi who was frozen still figuring out what to do.

Nobunaga felt the wet snow impact, and the surprise of it felt him standing still. As the realization
of what had happened and who was the culprit as she was now doubled over with
laughter he inwardly smiled to himself. He had remembered playing in the snow
with his siblings and often found it was fun. He waited for the snow to fall
off before he took off in a run to which he could hear his allies taking off
behind him as she squealed again and ran for cover as he grabbed a handful of
snow, cupped it, and threw it at her. Soon it seemed everyone was joining in
the fun as the six grown men and the princess were laughing and throwing
handfuls of snowballs at each other.

Soon the maids and vassals were gathered as a large crowd
watching the seven people having a war with the snow. Everyone was cheering
when the princess, who surprisingly had a good arm and aim, hit one of the six war lords and on the flip side booed and hissed when one of them hit her. She
was running through the snow as if her
feet were not touching the ground and was
surprisingly fast. Soon, however, they had to call it quits as Hideyoshi called
for everyone to go inside and warm up with tea. She had been excited but could
feel her clothes wet and cold beginning to freeze slowly. She knew it was time
also to go warm up and her smile could brighten even that dreary day. The war lords for their parts had fun too and
couldn’t remember the time they had all done that when they were boys before
the responsibility of the world rested on their shoulders. They spent the rest
of the day remising of those times and the event
itself as they all agreed’ the tiny princess and her sneak attack on Nobunaga
as the battle started was also the winning shot. She smiled and hoped for maybe
one more snowfall before spring sprang into action, and they could have one more battle. The war lords were all trying to figure out their own plans if another snowfall happened as well.