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More expressive than words: A Hattori Hanzo short story
Note: The original Japanse version of this story was provided to me by whitedogfestival, who kindly did it so the Nightshade fandom could have some much-needed content. From what I know, the story is included in a Hanzo Hattori goods set. The set has two standees and one booklet, in which this short story is written.
The story tells what happened after the events of Hanzo's route in Nightshade (otome game). There are spoilers for the game in this short story.
More expressive than words
Hattori Hanzo
While tending to the medicinal plant field in the garden, Enju suddenly stopped.
When she turned to look, she saw Hanzo on the porch preparing medicine. Even though he appeared as if he was looking at what was under his hands, Enju understood something. For a mere instant, their eyes had met. It was because right before Enju had paused what she was doing, Hanzo had been gazing at her.
When they first met in Kyo in the midst of spring while flowers were blooming, she could not imagine that they would one day have this kind of relationship. However, now…
“Enju.”
“Yes.”
“How long do you plan on staring at me?”
Hanzo said as he kept his gaze directed towards what was under his hands. Hearing his question, in spite herself, words failed her.
(Wasn’t you the one that was staring at me?)
She was about to say that but at the end, the words did not come out.
“Why did you think so?” This question was the only answer she could give to him.
It was true, only by paying attention to Hanzo could she realize that he was looking at her.
(I knew that I had been found out but…even so, it is quite embarrassing.)
No matter how many times the depth of her feelings had been discovered by him, she still felt embarrassed when it happened.
Without saying anything, Enju kept standing still and finally, Hanzo looked up.
The corner of his mouth curved slightly into a faint smile. The beauty of the smile touched Enju and reddened her cheeks.
“Are you already done with tending to the medicinal plants?”
“Are you almost done, Hanzo-sama?”
“I am almost done.”
Hearing that, Enju wiped her hands and cheerfully left the medicinal plant field to head to the porch.
Arranged on the porch were medicinal ingredients which were grinded into fine powder and kneaded with jiaogulan to thicken it and turn it into a paste. After being rolled into many round pills, they were lined up. In order to get that jiaogulan, Hanzo and Enju had spent many hours collecting the plants and boiled them.
As Hanzo was looking at the round pills, his face took on a gentle expression.
Because of that, Enju decided to ask something she had wanted to know all this time. If it was now, maybe she would be able to receive an answer.
“What kind of medicine are you making? You said it was for personal use...is it for you?”
Hanzo did not answer. No, it seemed more like he struggled to find an answer.
After some slight hesitation, his hands gently moved to a place next to him. Maybe it was something he did not want to say in a loud voice. Doing as he indicated, Enju stood up on the porch and moved to sat besides Hanzo.
When Enju was about to say his name, he gently held her shoulders. As she buried her face into his strong chest, her entire face reddened. The faint pain in his voice prevented her from looking up.
“A medicine that cannot be delivered. But for all this time, I had been making this in order to present it to him. That lord sometimes get wracked with terrible coughs.”
After saying that, there was no further need for Hanzo to directly mention his former Master. Tokugawa Ieyasu. The person under whom he had served for more than twenty years, to whom he had sworn absolute fealty. The person who had sent Hanzo to protect Enju from the shinobi who pursued her. It was likely that he was the person who understood, trusted, and appreciated Hanzo the most.
“Bring it to him?”
“...No...I am unable to present it to him. I am no longer his shinobi.”
“But”
“I just couln’t help myself from making it. I wasted the medicinal plants you grew. Sorry.”
“No. You didn’t waste the medicine plants at all. After all, you made the medicine with your own hands, Hanzo-sama.”
Reflexively, she looked up. His handsome face was right in front of her eyes. As always, she became startled. To be held in his warm arms filled her with the greatest of happiness. She thought that there was no way to express the love welling up inside her. Hanzo’s pupils only reflected her. Hanzo’s pupils were so gentle. Seeing his beautiful smile, her heart felt as if it was pricked by a pin.
Someone who did not know Hanzo would think that he was expressionless but to Enzo, he was expressive. She and Hanzo’s former Master were likely to be the only ones that understood this. Enju could not dispel the feeling that she had stolen Hanzo from his Master. She had stolen an absolute existence from Hanzo and thus caused him pain...
“You are always like this.”
“Sorry?”
“Feeling the pains of other people as if they were yours own. You have always been like this. You do not allow me to conceal my pain.”
“Hanzo-sama.”
“It is for that exact reason that I find you lovely. It’s you, you that give me a reason to continuing living.”
“Let’s continue living together.”
“Yes, stay together forever...”
As he kissed her softly, Enju closed her eyes. His embrace was so warm, so gentle.
(No matter what, I want to present it to him.)
It was probable that Enju did not realize that Hanzo share her feeling. However, as their lips touched and their breaths mingled, they both became more expressive than they had ever been and thus their feelings were conveyed to the each other.
I also translated the Tokugawa Ieyasu's short story, which seems to be related to this Hanzo's story so I recommend reading it for those who are interested at this link.
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characters: kyonosuke aizen | teach | enju | hiroyuki ino | zantetsu | doman ashiya
summary: the details of your first meeting with your future mate.
warnings: referenced death, alienation, obsessiveness (mutual yandere?)
rating: sfw
a/n: this took so long, i'm sorry! :'< I got caught up playing coral island and then baldur's gate, the worm in my brain decided it wasn't writing time. but we're here now!
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≿━━━━༺❀ kyonosuke aizen ❀༻━━━━≾
✿ you were the only child of a famous art-dealer and an umibozu. you were often at the pier, looking at the ships coming and going, the waves raging against the stones. it seemed to be the only thing bringing you peace.
✿ you were five, two years younger than aizen. your mother was the one still taking you to the piers, but she'd promised that soon you'd be allowed to go on your own. aizen had just recently been adopted.
✿ your mother was busy on that day, and your father had an important business partner over, so no one could take you to see the boats. you weren't having it, so the guest asked his son to take you. kyonosuke gladly took to the orders, and took your hand to guide you to your favorite place. he protected you the whole way fiercely, even though realistically there was no danger. he was like a knight to you.
✿ while aizen didn't come over nearly as much as tatsuomi, you liked him a hell of a lot more. mostly because when he did come over, he'd gladly entertain you and your obsession with boats. whether it be by taking you to the pier or helping you build your boats. and when your mother died, he was always the one to track you down from whenever you'd run off to that time.
✿ aizen couldn't really describe the feeling he had, the first time he met you. but he was certain it wasn't actually the first time the two of you had seen each other. but he was quick to dismiss the whole thing and move on to making sure you were safe in his presence.
aizen very very quickly became like a hero to you, pretty much from the moment he took your hand and didn't say a single complaint about taking you to your favorite place. he was just so amazing in your eyes, just like he'd always been.
≿━━━━༺❀ teach ❀༻━━━━≾
✿ you were the only child of a famous art-dealer and an iju. no-one in town really knew much about you, mostly because you spent most of your time wandering around the mountains doing who-knows-what. but everyone did agree that you were very kind.
✿ you were 17, a whole year older than teach. after your mother's death several years prior, you'd pretty much moved yourself into the mountains permanently, only occasionally visiting your father.
✿ you'd been slowly fashioning yourself a house out of an abandoned temple when teach approached you alongside a small bakeneko who was looking worse for wear. you immediately invited them inside, your kind nature winning over any suspicion you might've had about a teenager and kid suddenly showing up. and that's how you ended up with basically an adopted son and a partner living with you.
✿ you and teach started living together after that, as sort of an unspoken agreement. and it didn't take long for it to unofficially become a small orphanage for various ayakashi children. and all this happened before you even realized it had. and by then it was a little too late to look back, not that you really wanted to.
✿ teach found you charming, in a quiet sort of way. you got things done, not a single complaint or a curse. that, and the sight of a strong alpha building a home is a beautiful sight for anyone, especially an omega guarding a kid. familiarity and all that.
teach was a breath of fresh air in your life, that was for sure. most other people didn't take to your kindness that freely (too rough and tumble looking for most people's tastes). but you had a feeling that that had never and would never matter to him.
≿━━━━༺❀ enju ❀༻━━━━≾
✿ you were the only child of a famous art-dealer and a chochin obake. you were mostly known for your impressive collection of old artifacts, your obsession with it the most people saw you. unless you were scaring someone half to death for fun.
✿ you were 20, and soon to be the proud owner of an antique store. at least, you were hoping so. and enju... well, his age will remain a mystery to all.
✿ you were on a tour of a small building you were hoping to buy. one of the previous employees was showing it, as the owner was apparently too busy. though, not too busy to show up right at the end of the tour, just as you were saying your goodbyes to the tour guide. enju greeted you, which made the small flame inside your chest brighten. he managed to notice it before you quickly covered it up.
✿ you didn't end up buying that particular building, it wasn't at a good place for your business, though enju promised to show you some other buildings he owned that might work better. that ended in a few dinners and a trip to the theater, and... well, those just never ended.
✿ enju found you fascinating, especially the small flame in you. for a while he thought you were something like him, but after a while he realized he was wrong. didn't make you any less beautiful in his eyes though, even when you failed to pick up on his courting signals.
you thought enju to be... strange. but also one of the most beautiful things you'd ever seen. it made your flame burning brighter somehow even more embarrassing, especially since you couldn't get it to stop doing that around him.
≿━━━━༺❀ hiroyuki ino ❀༻━━━━≾
✿ you were the only child of a famous art-dealer and bakekujira. you were always followed around by various birds, and fish if you were close to water. this made you seem way scarier than you actually were.
✿ you were 16, just like hiroyuki. your mother had died ten years prior, so you were mostly over the whole thing. hiroyuki had just recently started in the army as a cadet.
✿ you were in the park, gazing into the lake while your little fish friends showed off to you. they were so pretty that you weren't paying attention to the amount of birds starting to gather around you. hiroyuki, a young cadet with a bit too much eagerness, saw that and became concerned. he ran to you quickly to ask if you needed help, to which you looked at him with the most amount of confusion ever.
✿ hiroyuki started noticing you around a lot after that, and realized that any time he'd seen a concerning amount of birds had probably been you. but now anytime he saw lots of birds he'd walk over and chat with you, which you were still confused about. but at least he was nice to your friends so you didn't mention the weirdness.
✿ hiroyuki mostly found you concerning. you were eerie, kind of scary, people avoided your path more than they did actual criminals... but you were still so nice. mostly you just wanted to sit around with your friends, though he was certain that wasn't all there was to you.
you thought hiroyuki was weird, both for wanting to be around you and for being concerned for you. no one's ever concerned for you, aside from your father. but soon after meeting him, some part of you started looking forward to seeing him.
≿━━━━༺❀ zantetsu ❀༻━━━━≾
✿ you were the only child of a famous art-dealer and a daki. you were pretty much a hermit despite your apparent talkativeness, living on your boat when you weren't in the city with your father, which was starting to become rarer and rarer.
✿ you were 22, two years older than zantetsu. your mother had died 12 years prior, and you'd slowly been spending more time away from the city since. zantetsu was already part of the senkitai.
✿ you'd just come to the shore from a fishing trip and had gotten to roasting your catches. zantetsu had seen your fire from their current camp and came to investigate, at which point you spotted him and invited him to sit and eat with you. he was rather shocked at being noticed, and in his confusion took your invitation. which is how he ended up listening to you talk and talk for a few hours while eating roasted fish.
✿ zantetsu would find your fires every once in a while, at which point you'd invite him to sit with you again. he'd, for some reason, take your offer everytime. then he'd sit and listen to you for a few hours before leaving. after a while he even started talking back to you which got you talking even more!
✿ zantetsu really didn't know what to think of you, you were a weird ayakashi to him. at least, he assumed you were an ayakashi. normal humans don't live on their boats, he was fairly certain. but regardless, he wasn't really sure why he kept indulging you.
your life was rather lonely a lot of the time, for someone who liked talking as much as you did, so zantetsu was a breath of fresh air whenever he appeared. he really grew on you, really quickly, and for some reason you didn't mind it.
≿━━━━༺❀ doman ashiya ❀༻━━━━≾
✿ you were the only child of a famous art-dealer and a hinnagami. you were known mostly for your creepy, doll-like stare and your very insistent helpfulness. no one around you was safe from your need to be of use.
✿ you were about 23, though you've always felt much older, like there was chunks of your life you simply couldn't remember. doman was over a thousand, this time around anyways.
✿ you were out and about helping one of your neighbors with their shed. it was a bit deeper into the woods, and they were too old to make the trip anymore to get wood, so you'd gone instead. just as you were ready to leave with a back full of logs, you locked eyes with a pair in the woods. a flood of memories invaded you and the eyes turned fearful.
✿ remembering your past life with doman, your old hinnagami instincts took over and you essentially abandoned everything to follow the man around. you weren't really sure why he was so insistent on you leaving, you still had some holes in your memories, but you were determined to stay with him.
✿ doman was conflicted about meeting you again. your past was turbulent and complicated, your mutual obsession hadn't ended well that time. who was to say that this time would turn out better, especially with how you looked at him, so familiarly obsessive.
you loved him. it was pretty much the only thing you were certain of upon meeting him, it was like everything about your life made sense. you knew it was possibly just your instincts as a half-hinnagami, but it didn't really matter. you just knew that you belonged together.
