Log; Ongoing

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When; Monday, June 23, after this.
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Akechi Mitsuhide [silk_in_ebony] and Akechi Megumi [foxy_physician]
Summary; Mitsuhide keeps his promise to Megumi and comes home to her.
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Mitsuhide’s returned! He’s finally come back!

Megumi was running, medicine cabinet in hand, the sound of her geta marking her trail as she ran through the streets of the City. There was no time to stop, no time to rest. Her husband was back, and oh, how she wanted and needed to see him! He was back—back from Honnoji, and back from Yamazaki, where he had fulfilled his destiny and his role in history.

Mitsuhide was a noble man, a samurai and a general of honor, and he would not allow tyranny and oppression. She knew how much pain it caused him to know that his lord was cruel and unjust, and she knew how he felt before he faced Nobunaga. She loved him for his beliefs, though she knew that standing up for them was not easy, and doing so had earned him the title of “traitor” in the eyes of some. But she loved him for all of him—his bravery, his kindness, his goodness, his gentleness—everything.

And now, he was a hero.

However, even heroes were not impervious to hardship and to injury, and most of all, her beloved Mitsuhide was her husband—the man that she loved, and wanted to take care of, and to be with, together, always.

There was no time to waste. She needed to see him so much. A week of being parted from him was unbearable, though now all that was mattered to her was him—that he was safe, hale, whole, and now, once again with her. With his wife.

Her footsteps led her to the beach, where she knew he was waiting.

Heaving a deep breath, she kept running, knowing that soon—soon—they would be reunited once again.

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He had been pulled from battle; or, rather, been pulled from a manhunt. A chase, and he was the hunted. Mitsuhide had never expected to get saved as he had, by being pulled into the City once more. Tripping over and finding sand beneath his hands had been quite the shock, but when he had looked up a sense of familiarity had washed over him.

After contacting his wife over the network, he had spent the time waiting by being sensible. Cleaning his sword, washing his face, wiping blood from his armour with the tattered remnants of his cloak...

His mind was still in the place of a warrior in the middle of a battlefield, as it had been almost constantly since his revolt against Nobunaga at Honnouji. There had been one moment where grief had threatened to overwhelm him, when considering the death of his best friend, a death he had caused, but he had pushed it aside for the sake of his men and his beliefs. To make sure his actions and the losses he had suffered were not in vain. Yet now...

Mitsuhide sighed softly and pushed his hair out of his face. It would be a little while yet before those emotions he had pushed aside really hurt him.

"Megumi..." he muttered softly.

Had it really been only a week for her since he had left? His wife... all that time without her... it had been so long since he had seen her face. Over a year... it seemed so unreal.

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The moment she saw his form upon the beach, relief, joy, and overflowing love flooded her. He was back, finally, and with her again! The grief that she had felt upon knowing that he had left the City had vanished when she heard him over the network, and now, to see him again made her heart leap in her chest. She ran towards him, unmindful of the shortness in her breath. She had not slept properly within the last week, either preoccupied with overworking herself or too distraught to sleep without him. However, that did not matter to her now. What mattered was that her husband was back.

However, worry pierced her heart when she saw that he was bleeding. He had mentioned that he was hurt, and anxiety clenched her gut as she neared him. The sand made it difficult to run, but she persisted until she reached him, falling to her knees before him and embracing him as snugly as she could while still mindful of his wounds.

“Mitsuhide,” she whispered tremulously, her breath hitching with her tears of happiness, relief, and love. “I’ve missed you so much . . . Oh, love, you’re hurt . . .” She bit her lip, glancing up into his gray eyes. She wanted to leap into his arms, but he was injured, and she did not want to make his wounds worse.

Quickly, she took her medicine cabinet and found her family’s hemostatic. She still had stock of it remaining, and carefully she applied them onto his wounds to ensure that they would no longer bleed. Some were still open, and she applied her medicine more liberally onto those injuries, watching as the agent clotted the break in the skin.

Oh, how she’d missed him, and yet . . . for him . . . a year of being parted from her? It must have been unbearable, and her heart ached so much for him . . .

Cupping his face, she kissed him gently, careful not to hurt him, conveying her passion and her emotion into that one kiss.

When they parted, she glanced up at him, her eyes still luminous with tears. “Mitsuhide . . .” She brushed his hair back gently. “Come away with me, love. Let’s go home. We’ll talk there, and I’ll take care of you. I promise.”

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His eyes softened when he saw her, and he leaned in a little when she embraced him. It was a welcome warmth, a comfort indeed. Had it really been a year since he had felt her close like this? So strange, so unreal... it gave him the shivers. Mitsuhide placed a hand on her shoulder when she applied her hemostatic and just waited, eye fluttering closed for a moment.

After she kissed him (her kiss, it had been so long since he had felt it), he gave a brief nod, opening his grey eyes again.

"That would be wisest, beloved one," he replied, slowly standing up. "My body is extremely tired. I think I will not manage much talk tonight, though I wish I could. To just lie with you now would be... the best balm for my wounds."

He offered a hand to help her up.

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She slipped her hand into his, warmth spreading through her as she gazed at their clasped hands. To be able to feel his touch again after a week of being parted from him . . . it was a poignant, heady feeling, and she bit her lip, her breath catching in her throat. But for him to have been without her for a year . . . it must have been nothing but agony . . . and he had suffered so much in that span of time . . . as their history dictated . . .

But that was over now. What mattered was that he was home—home with her, together with her once again, and he was going to heal. She was going to make certain of it.

Rising lightly to her feet, Megumi stood close to Mitsuhide’s side, drawing his arm about her shoulders so that he could prop himself up upon her as they walked home. He was tired, and weary, and more than her physical support, he needed her close, just as she needed to feel him once again.

Slipping one hand around his back, and the other reaching down to carry her medicine cabinet, she nodded.

“Yes, Mitsuhide, anata . . . we’ll lie down, you and I, and I’ll hold you close as you rest and sleep,” she whispered, smiling up at him tremulously. “I’ve missed you so much . . .”

There was much to talk about, if he wished to speak of it, but she would not ask now. He was exhausted, and perhaps, he was not ready. Right now, what he needed, as he had voiced, was her touch, her love, her presence beside him, close to him, and she would give it—anything that he needed and wanted, because she loved him so much.

“Let’s go home,” she said with a gentle, encouraging smile, beginning to guide him slowly along the beach.