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The moment when his little girl has a boyfriend.

Maybe Okatsu and Mitsunari should have told someone where they were? Also... Hideyoshi wants to know what Okatsu's intentions are.

Excerpt:

From the Military Notes of Ishida Mitsunari…

Okatsu is asleep. Not the restless sleep that plagued her when we were in Genba castle – she appears relaxed. She curls up into me the way Kitty does (I hope this will not cause a problem with Kitty when we return to Azuchi, as I intend to continue sleeping with Okatsu). I believe she is happy.

I am certain I am… this happiness is something I never expected for myself. In fact, I did not realize that people could experience this depth of feeling.

She says that I don’t need to be more than I was… but that doesn’t matter. I already am.

We are-

She is awake.

Wait… who is at the doo-?

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I’m not sure what woke me up. It might have been the sun, slanting through the window at an angle far too high to be morning. It might have been Mitsunari’s fingers as he traced a line from my cheek to the corner of my mouth.

It might have been the sound of running feet and angry voices…

Whatever it was, by the time the door slid open and-

Hideyoshi…

Mitsuhide…

Nobunaga…

and Mai piled into the room…

I was awake.

“Where the hell have you two been?” Hideyoshi yelped it over Mai’s apologetic, “I tried to stop them.”

“Oh my.” Mitsuhide leaned against the wall. “There was no need to take your fake engagement all the way into a fake honeymoon.” He sent a mocking look toward the pile of disheveled bedding that was mostly covering us up. “That is rather going far and above the call of duty.”

I refused to cower in front of either Hideyoshi’s disapproval or Mitsuhide’s teasing. At least Nobunaga seemed to be taking things calmly – ok, well, he seemed amused at Hideyoshi’s bristling and Mitsuhide’s sarcasm… so… calmly amused.

With perhaps a slight bit of bravado, I rearranged the blanket to confirm that the important bits were covered, then said, with equal bravado, “If you believe anything here was faked, you don’t know Mitsunari as well as you think.”

That, at least got smiles from Mai and Nobunaga, the expected scowl from Hideyoshi, and well, no response at all from Mitsuhide.

“During your activities,” Hideyoshi sounded like he was choking on the word, “did it occur to either one of you that we might be concerned over your well-being? At least once in the past ten days, you might have considered sending word of your safety.”

Mitsunari froze, although he had grabbed my hand and did not let it go. “I am sorry, Lord Hideyoshi. I did not realize so much time had passed.”

Mai actually snort-laughed at that.

As I didn’t want Mitsunari to get into any trouble (any more trouble), I turned to Mai and Nobunaga who, hopefully, would understand the subtext of my explanation. “For the majority of the time we were unaccounted for, we were in a situation where it was not possible to send a message.” And… probably best to gloss over the past three days since we had arrived at this Inn.

The two of them spent a moment in silent communication. “Understood.” Nobunaga nodded to himself. “Make yourselves presentable, after which we will discuss current matters- not the least of which will be to commend your performance in repelling Iekane’s forces.”

Put like that, it sounded like we had successfully pitched a project to a client, rather than, almost singlehandedly holding off an insurrection for three days… but, details.

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*At Hideyoshi’s manor*

Mitsunari, who had never drunk so much and was totally drunk, opens the door, looks behind him and puts a finger on his mouth

Mitsunari: Shhhhhh, don’t make a sound, lord Hideyoshi will listen to us!!

*silence*

Mitsunari takes his shoes off and start to enter the manor

Mitsunari looks behind again: Shhhhhh, if he gets me, he will be mad. Hurry, come on, come on!!

Hideyoshi, who brought him back, at the door and right behind Mitsunari

Mc meant to say that hideyoshi feel kind of like a mother.