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DAY EIGHTEEN: ‘I Told You To Be Careful’
Fandom: Sengoku
Pairing: Ieyasu x Mitsunari
All Ieyasu set out to do was return a book he’d borrowed from Mitsunari, but of course life couldn’t be that simple. Not when Mitsunari was pouting over a bleeding finger.
“What are you doing?” Ieyasu exclaimed, half-exasperated already.
Mitsunari glanced up. “Oh, Ieyasu-sama. How are you?”
Ieyasu eyes flickered over Mitsunari, the small scrap of fabric on his lap, and the dropped needle and thread on the floor. Ieyasu nose wrinkled. The blood from Mitsunari’s finger dripped onto the yellow fabric. Ignoring Mitsunari’s question, Ieyasu tugged Mitsunari to his feet and led him toward Ieyasu’s room.
“Ieyasu-sama. Where are we going?”
“To my room because you can’t seem to not get in trouble for five seconds. How did you get a needle anyway? Who let you handle a needle?” Ieyasu already had a suspect in mind.
“The Lady Chatelaine. But is there a problem, Ieyasu-sama? I simply wanted to learn how to--”
Ieyasu yanked Mitsunari into the room and forcefully sat him down. “Don’t move.” Ieyasu muttered curses to himself as he turned around for basic medical supplies. What was that idiot thinking? She knows he’s clumsy as a baby deer. Ugh .
“Show me your hand,” Ieyasu said. He frowned. There were actually multiple pricks on the same finger, as well as several others.
Mitsunari watched Ieyasu’s ministrations in silence. He hissed when Ieyasu applied alcohol.
“I know you’ve had far worse injuries than this, idiot,” Ieyasu said. “I can’t believe this. I’m going to kill that woman.” How on earth did Mitsunari manage to
“Please Ieyasu-sama, don’t blame Lady Hina. She only wanted to help--”
“--By letting you deal with small pointy objects?” Ieyasu hissed. Honestly, Nobunaga had an idiot take care of an idiot.
“I insisted she help me,” Mitsunari said. “She taught me a few things, and I wanted to practice a little on my own. So please…”
Ieyasu sighed at the whimper in Mitsunari’s voice. He finished wrapping Mitsunari’s fingers, but didn’t let go of his hand. “Why did you want to sew so badly anyway?”
Mitsunari flushed. “I wanted to make something for you in thanks.”
Ieyasu sputtered. “What?” That fabric… The small patch of fabric was one of the typical ones the seamstresses used for his own kimonos. “What are you even trying to thank me for? I didn’t do anything.” Ieyasu wanted to pull his hair out.
“Everytime I get hurt, you always are the one that takes care of me, no matter how small. Like this,” Mitsunari said. His cheeks grew even darker. “And so, I wanted to give you a small favor you can carry around to remember my gratitude.”
Ieyasu gaped, now turning red himself. “Don’t...Don’t do anything this stupid again. Were you planning on giving me a bloody handkerchief? Jeez. What am I going to do with you?”
Mitsunari bit his lip. “I’m sorry. I seemed to have troubled you instead.” He bowed his head.
Ieyasu sighed at the sight. “There are a lot easier, safer ways to thank someone.”
Mitsunari sniffed. “I’ll try to think of something else instead.”
Ieyasu wanted to slap himself . “Why do you insist on wasting time? I’d be grateful if you just did your job!”
Mitsunari seemed to shrink on himself. “I’m sorry, Ieyasu-sama.”
Ieyasu exhaled hard. Then he raised Mitsunari’s hand and kissed his knuckles. “Don’t hurt yourself over me, dummy.”