Of Wives and Love (Masamune, Shigezane and Kojuro)
She was everything he had not known he needed, everything that gave him purpose. He remembered that one time Kojuro told him, as cheesy and old fashioned as it was, that there would come a time where he would understand why it did not work with anyone else before. He understood that now.
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Of Wives and Love
Masamune looked slightly annoyed as he watched Shigezane pour, quite messily, the sake into their cups. It did not seem as if his cousin minded it one bit, on the contrary, Shigezane appeared to be enjoying the situation very much. Neither Kojuro nor Masamune knew why. They were not sure if they wanted to know, either.
“Come on, stop being a sourpuss,” Shigezane smiled, bringing the cup to his lips and drinking its contents in one sip. “Drink, that will cheer you up. But don’t drink too much, I don’t want you falling asleep on me just yet.”
Kojuro shook his head with a wry smile, perhaps a bit amused at the apparent discontent of his lord. It was not as if he did not understand his reasons, but he thought this outing was necessary from time to time; he had been grateful at the time they did it when Natsu had been expecting, it had been a good distraction from the constant worry he carried within himself. He was sure Lord Masamune needed that, though he would not say those words out loud.
“I am not carrying you home tonight,” Kojuro warned, pulling the cup away from his lips.
Shigezane moved his hand to his chest, playing to be offended. Then, he let out a giggle. “You won’t have to. I promised Aoi I would not do anything stupid.”
“And she believed you?” That was Masamune, quietly, from his place.
This time Shigezane did not have to pretend.
“Thank you for the support, Masamune,” He remarked with sarcasm, wiping his mouth clean from the sake that had not fell into it when he brought the cup closer. He did not mind the mess, not even if Aoi would scold him for it; call him a masochist, but he enjoyed that side of her. “But, for your information, Aoi trusts me. You should try to do that too, sometimes.”
“I trust you,” Masamune shrugged.
“But you can be a handful,” Kojuro added, with a smile full of nostalgia. “I’m glad, though, that things have worked out with her. She’s a good woman.”
A smile spread through Shigezane’s face and both Kojuro and Masamune realized that they had never seen such an expression on him before. It was happiness, in a way he had never showed it before, but it was also some sort of satisfaction. Aoi, it seemed, had come to be the match he very much needed.
“She is, isn’t she?” Shigezane grinned, his cheeks turning pink slightly. “Man, she’s so good. She never does anything for herself. She’s a hard worker, but she is also fragile in ways people don’t notice.”
Kojuro smiled. “And you do?”
“Of course!” He puffed out his chest proudly.
Masamune nodded, a tiny smile on his lips as he took a sip of his own cup. “You’ve seen her with Pora. She’s extremely loyal, but only because she can see beyond appearances.”
“Take care of her,” Kojuro offered next. “She’s a good woman that has known hardship and yet it has not deterred her. She’s resilient, Shigezane. Be her strength, and she will be yours.”
The moment Shigezane turned red, both men burst in laughter at the sight. It was not every day you saw the Lord of Omori with such an embarrassed expression; that was a good sign, Masamune decided. Perhaps he could not speak much about Shigezane’s past lovers, but he knew his cousin well enough to notice the small changes Aoi had caused in him. Changes that he very much needed, even if he would not admit it out loud.
Shigezane, on his part, began coughing after a few seconds, trying to play it cool. He knew they were right—Aoi had been a surprise in his life, and a welcome one at that. She was everything he had not known he needed, everything that gave him purpose. He remembered that one time Kojuro told him, as cheesy and old fashioned as it was, that there would come a time where he would understand why it did not work with anyone else before.
He understood that now.
“What about Pora?” He cleared his throat, a cheeky smile spreading through his face when Masamune choked on the sake. Kojuro, ever the mother hen, was already rubbing his back in an attempt to help him. “I mean, if we’re going to speak about Aoi, it is only fair we speak about all of them.”
His cousin sent him an angry look, but took a few seconds to think about his words.
What could he say about Pora? Masamune did not believe as much in words as he did in actions, and he thought Pora had made very clear the impact she had made in his life. She had been his light and color, the one thing that gave him hope when everything around him seemed to fall into pieces. She was life itself, he thought. She was his life.
“Pora is kind,” Kojuro began, noticing the hesitation in Lord Masamune. Hesitation that only came from the fact that it was his wife they were speaking of—words that came from the intimate bond they shared. “Perhaps the kindest person I’ve met.”
Masamune nodded, a soft smile falling on his lips. “She is a storm. You cannot stop her, only watch in awe. She is stubborn, but only because she cares so much.”
“She’s also smart as hell,” Shigezane said, pouring more sake into his cup with an unsteady pulse. “Remember when those foreigners came in and she stepped right in? Damn, that was impressive. I don’t think I understood a word they said, though.”
For the first time that night, Masamune laughed. “She is impressive. Unexpected in a lot of ways, you could say. She laughs with freedom, with joy, with colors in her voice. Pora is herself, just that. She is who she wants to be, no matter what people might think of her.”
Kojuro grinned to himself at the sight of his Lord’s smile. It had been a relief, honestly—the whole situation with Pora had been quite difficult, and for a very long time he had feared he had brought more hurt for Lord Masamune in choosing her as his wife. Now, though, he understood the process and he was glad to see that he had made the right choice.
After a few seconds of silence, Kojuro finally let himself realize that now all eyes were on him. It was his turn now, wasn’t it? He took one last sip from his cup and accepted when Shigezane offered to refill it.
“What?” He purposely avoided the questioning looks, bringing the cup once more to his lips as he tasted the sweetness of the sake.
Shigezane elbowed him, which caused him to almost choke on the liquor. “You know what. We know that you can’t wait to get out of here to go to her, but cooperate, will you?”
“Natsu is…” He began, trying to find the right words to describe her. As it had happened before, they evaded him. “She is fragile in some ways and strong in others. She is kind and she is always putting others before herself. She takes care of others because she never had someone to take care of her, and she doesn’t want people to feel that way. She cares, deeply. She loves deeply, too.”
“She is very motherly, too,” Shigezane shrugged. “I mean, she is always taking care of us. Have you seen how pale she turns when I arrive and I dare say I have not eaten? No wonder why the baby is so chubby.”
Masamune laughed, recalling softly the scolding he had received at some point as well. “She is very gentle, too. I still remember the first time you brought her here and how Pora terrified her.”
“She still remembers that, too,” Kojuro laughed. “But they have been inseparable since then.”
Shigezane made a face. “They are probably complaining about us right now. That, or talking about babies.”
“For Aoi to speak about babies, she’d need to marry you first,” Kojuro poked, with a satisfied smile at the sight of Shigezane’s blush.
“One step at a time!” He complained, embarrassed. “Besides, her main focus right now is to take care of Pora. Now that she is pregnant, there is no way Aoi will leave her side. I’ll have to wait until the baby is born to even try to convince her to come to Omori with me.”
“Good luck with that,” Masamune said.
Shigezane drank what he had left of sake in his cup and nodded. Yeah, he would need luck to get her to marry him.
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There was no point in denying the obvious—even if she knew he was her professor at some point, that he was so much older than her, that she would never be the type of woman he’d want… She had always been hopeful.
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Friendly Interruptions
It was one of those days that did not seem to get any better no matter how many hours had passed. In fact, it only seemed to get worse.
Natsu sighed quietly to herself as she waited, taking shelter in the small corridor of the train station. She was waiting for the rain to stop, so she could walk home; as if her umbrella breaking that morning was not enough, she had managed to leave her wallet at home and the battery of her phone was dead, meaning there was no way for her to take her usual train home.
She had managed to stay sane at work somehow—it had been a good idea to bring a bento today, or she would have starved the whole day with no way of eating thanks to her forgetfulness, and drinking tons of tea had helped her relax even when it seemed impossible. It had been an odyssey not to kill someone and not to burst into tears whenever she screwed something up, but she had survived and that was what mattered.
Or that was what she wanted to believe, but it was hard to stay positive when she was soaked and cold, trembling and with no way to get home soon.
Kojuro, though, stopped at the red light and his eyes went immediately to her—it almost seemed weird and awkward how his eyes always seemed to find her, no matter the weather or people surrounding her. They went to her on their own, as if it was the natural thing; maybe it was. His brows furrowed in concern at the sight of her; he had seen her leave the building rather quickly, almost in a hurry, and he had not thought much about the rain at the moment because the storm had not gotten to its peak… Now he couldn’t help but feel guilty.
She almost looked like a wet cat taking shelter from the rain even though it did not matter much at that point; she was soaked from head to toe and it was clear that she was freezing. He saw her sneeze and his frown became deeper—had she caught a cold already? It was certainly not impossible, given the circumstances.
He pulled over and parked right in front of her; he saw her startle, then look at the car with suspicion, and finally surprise fell over her features when he lowered the window. Kojuro merely smiled.
“Get in,” He said. “I’ll give you a ride.”
“I couldn’t possibly-“
“You’ll catch a cold like that, Natsu. Get in,” He made a point to open the door for her from the inside, and she hesitated. “It’s nothing, really. I’ll take you home.”
“But I live in the other direction…” She offered him a shy smile. “I don’t want to bother you. It’s fine, I can wait until the rain stops and then I’ll walk home.”
“You can’t possibly walk all the way home in those heels,” He sighed, perhaps a little exasperated. “And you don’t know when the storm will end. Don’t be stubborn.”
She sighed and he grinned at the sight of her defeat; not that he wanted her to lose, but he was not going to let her get sick if he could avoid it. Once she was seated, he made sure she had her seatbelt on before turning on the engine.
Next to him, she shrugged, uncomfortable.
“Your seat will be all wet later…” She frowned.
“It’ll be fine. I can dry it.”
Natsu decided not to argue. There was no point in trying—she knew it was a lost battle since the very beginning. He could be very stubborn if he wanted, and she had no energy left to fight. She was grateful, yes, and she had to admit that his presence was soothing; it was warm and comfortable, it made her feel better even if there were no words exchanged between them.
When silence finally settled around them, Kojuro decided to look at her; she was tired in ways he had never seen, perhaps even defeated. He did not speak, because she didn’t seem like she wanted to talk, but there were many things he wanted to say. He wanted her to know that she could call him if she was in trouble. He wanted her to know that he would go to her, no matter the hour.
He wanted her to know that he wanted her.
Reaching that conclusion had taken more of his sanity than he was willing to admit, but he had finally understood what was happening within him. What was growing within him for her. She had slipped into his heart without him noticing, and she had made a home out of it—it did not seem like she would be leaving any time soon.
Kojuro had fallen, unwittingly, and there was no going back from this. That was why he had taken upon himself the task of caring for her in ways that would go unnoticed for her; her tea, in the mornings, offering to treat her to lunch when he realized she had not brought something from home…
“My apartment is not…” She said, when he took a left a few blocks way too early. He smiled despite himself.
“I know.” He laughed when the confusion appeared in her eyes. “You said you didn’t want me going all the way to your place, so I’m taking you to mine while the rain stops. It’s closer and that way we’ll avoid catching a cold.”
Natsu laughed. “You’re impossible.”
“Am I?” There was a sweet smile on his face that made her heart beat faster.
She remembered, then, the call she had overheard a few days ago and felt herself freeze in shock—that was right; she had heard him speaking to what seemed like his girlfriend. He had a girlfriend. She shouldn’t be going to his place like this; what if he got in trouble because of her? Oh no.
“Natsu?” He asked, frowning slightly in concern. “Are you okay?”
“Are you sure this is okay?” She asked, in a whisper. Her heart was hurting in more ways than she thought possible—how could she have been so careless? How could she have forgotten about his girlfriend? “I mean…”
“Are you having doubts right now?” He offered her a teasing smile, one that would have made her heart skip a beat if she were not so heartbroken at the moment. “I told you it would be okay. You don’t have to worry.”
“Are you sure? I wouldn’t want you to get in trouble with your girlfriend-“
“Girlfriend?”
He looked at her as if she had grown two more heads, which only made her cheeks hurt with embarrassment—now she had done it.
“I-I’m sorry. I heard you speaking with her a few days ago, when I was bringing the script you had given me last week…”
That was all it took for him to burst with laughter. He took it easy mostly because he was driving and he needed to focus more with the weather like this, but it was impossible to hold back the laughter no matter how hard he tried—he remembered that day perfectly because she had been so flustered that he had no idea what was going on.
Now it made sense, though there was just a little tiny detail…
“That was my sister,” He explained, once he regained his breath. “She’s a bit… intense. She calls me often to remind me to eat healthily and to threaten me with a visit to, well, make sure my place is clean. There’s no girlfriend.”
“Huh?” She blinked, now her cheeks red as apples. She looked lovely to him. “I-I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions, I just-“
“I don’t mind,” He smirked. “I had no idea you were the jealous type.”
He saw right through me!, She thought, mortified, and thinking that now would be a good time to disappear. There was no point in denying the obvious—even if she knew he was her professor at some point, that he was so much older than her, that she would never be the type of woman he’d want… She had always been hopeful.
“We’re here.”
Natsu looked up at the sound of his voice, surprised to see the same sweetness of before in his eyes, and even more to see that they had indeed arrived. He got out of the car, and before she had a chance to process what was happening, he opened the door for her.
“Thank you,” She said, more out of habit than anything.
He took her hand to help her out of the car and his eyes widened in surprise. “You’re freezing cold.”
“I’m okay.” Natsu shook her head as if she was dismissing his concern.
“You’ll get warm faster this way,” He entwined his fingers with hers as he closed the door behind her.
She did not reply, mostly because there was no way to find her voice in her throat, and also because she did not want to ruin the moment. He might be her superior, he might have been her professor… But in that exact moment, they were only two people and she wanted to enjoy that as much as she could.
Even if his intentions were not romantic, she wanted to enjoy it while it lasted.
He guided her through the building, never letting go of her hand. They took the elevator to his floor, and she felt his warmth through all her body as they stood next to each other—he had not looked at her once since they got out of the car, but there was nothing on his face or his body language that said he was upset.
Kojuro took his keys out, though he glanced to the apartment next door in an attempt to see if Pora was home—if, by any chance, she saw him right now he knew he would never hear the end of it. It was not as if he had anything to hide, but whatever steps he had finally taken with Natsu could be erased if Pora so decided… Or if Persephone did, for that matter.
“Make yourself at home,” He said when the door opened. “I’ll prepare a bath for you.”
“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” She stopped him, grabbing his sleeve when he took a step forward. “I can’t impose on you that much.”
He placed his hand on her head. “You need to warm yourself. While you do that, I can put your clothes in the dryer. I’m afraid I don’t have any clothes that will fit you.”
That made her laugh.
“I would be worried if you had,” She let him go. “Okay. Thank you.”
Once he placed her clothes in the dryer and he had made sure she called her mother, he finally let himself relax on his sofa. It was a situation he would have never guessed he’d be in, but it was not as if he minded—it was a way to show her that he wanted to help and that she could trust him. Although it was not as if he did not understand where she was coming; she was so much younger than him, he was almost ashamed.
If Kita was here, she would tell him he was taking advantage of her.
But that was not it.
He heard a knock on the door and he knew his doom had come; not that Pora was a bad omen, but he knew this would only give her more material to tease the hell out of him. As if she did not do it already.
“I thought you were not home,” He said, as he opened the door.
“Well, I am. You don’t have to miss me,” She took a step inside and then her eyes fell immediately to the black heels next to the door. A smirk fell over her lips, while Kojuro grimaced. “Oho, I see. I get it now. You either have a girl home, or you are crossdressing. But I am more inclined to believe the first one because those shoes are too small to be yours.”
She elbowed him and Kojuro merely sighed.
“It’s not what you think. You can come in and you can stay if you want,” He shrugged as if that would help him recover what was left of his dignity. It did not.
“Hey, try to understand me,” Pora walked in and immediately went for the sofa—she had no idea where he had gotten it, but it was what dreams were made of. She was still trying to get the information out of him. “I have to make sure she’s nice. If you get too serious, she’ll be my neighbor too and I don’t want to share space with an arrogant bitch, for example.”
Kojuro closed the door with a somewhat wry smile.
“I won’t get too serious because she’s a-“
The dryer stopped.
“She’s a co-worker,” He finished, standing.
“I guess I can’t suggest getting take out because that won’t impress her, will it?” Pora smiled from her place on the sofa, while Kojuro went to the laundry room. “Though let me tell you that it is best to go clear with her before you try to poison her with your cooking.”
“I told you, she’s a co-worker,” He sighed, loudly, from the other room.
Pora smiled to herself at how tired he sounded—it was not as if she wanted to upset him, but she meant every single thing she said. Kojuro had become a good friend of hers and he wanted him to be happy, but that also meant she did not want any woman taking advantage of him. He was a good man, and he deserved someone just as good to stand next to him.
She heard everything from where she was—the sweet way he whispered to the woman, the embarrassment as she replied, then she saw him appear again in the living room with a grin that was very hard to miss. Pora sent him a teasing look, one that he deliberately ignored in an attempt to save some of his dignity… if there was any left.
“Thank you,” Natsu said, as she got out of the bathroom feeling like a new woman. It definitely had made her feel much better. “Where do I- Oh.”
Her eyes fell on his guest, and she felt herself go pale.
“I didn’t know you-“
“Don’t mind her,” That was Kojuro, dismissing the comment with a movement of his hand.
“That was rude.” And Pora, who took one of the cushions and aimed it at his head.
“You were rude,” He complained, rubbing his head as he picked up the cushion. He threw it at her again before looking at Natsu, to find her trying very hard not to laugh. “You can leave the towel in the laundry room. It is over there.”
She nodded, because if she were to speak she was sure to end up laughing at him and that would not be good for her. Instead, she left the hallway and moved to where he had pointed. Once she disappeared, Kojuro turned to look at Pora, who was burying her face and her laughter in the cushion she had previously thrown at him—the only thing visible was her pink hair, moving with the movement of her head as she laughed uncontrollably.
Once Pora managed to calm down a bit, she took the cushion away from her face, though her eyes were still watering from the laughter.
“I’m sorry,” She said. “I just had never seen you look like that at something that was not your turtle.”
That made him blush. “What are you talking about?”
“You know what I’m talking about,” Pora gave him a smile. “You like her. A lot. She seems nice.”
“She’s a co-worker, it would be inappropriate. Even more, she was my student at some point and-“
“Whoa,” That was all that Pora managed to let out before bursting in laughter again.
“You’re not helping, Pora.”
“I never said I would.”
When Natsu came back, she found quite a sight—Kojuro looked unusually flustered, perhaps even frustrated, while the woman seemed to be having lots of fun at his expense. They were close friends, anyone could see that, and it warmed her heart to see this new side of him that she had no idea it existed; she would have never guessed he could look so embarrassed.
Kojuro cleared his throat when he saw her appear again. “I’ll prepare some tea. I think there are some pastries in the pantry too. Make yourself comfortable.”
Natsu nodded and went into the living room, noticing the way the woman followed her movements like a cat would. The bright colors of her clothing were the first thing she noticed, the second was her hair… The third was that she had not introduced herself. She offered her a small smile and her hand, though there was a shadow of blush on her cheeks.
“I’m Natsu.”
“Pora,” She accepted her hand. “I didn’t mean to interrupt. He never brings women home, so I thought he was alone.”
“Oh no, you’re not interrupting,” Natsu felt her cheeks burning. “He was just kind enough to help me out today. There is nothing for you to apologize.”
“He’s a nice guy, isn’t he?” Pora said, with a smile.
Natsu nodded. “Yeah. He never holds back when he is helping someone.”
Pora opened her mouth to say something until Kojuro interrupted her from the kitchen.
“There are no pastries,” He announced, almost depressed. Pora guessed that he had no food that could be eaten without cooking. “It’s getting very late. Maybe we should order something or we could eat out?”
Pora laughed, heartily, at the clear disappointment in his voice. Oh, she was enjoying this very much. It was not every day that he looked so utterly defeated, especially not about his cooking skills.
“Well…” Natsu said. “If you lend me your kitchen, maybe I can prepare us something quick. The rain has only gotten worse and I don’t think there are many restaurants open with this weather and even less at this hour.”
Kojuro looked conflicted. “Are you sure?”
“It’s the least I can do.”
Out of curiosity or necessity, they were still deciding which, both Pora and Kojuro ended up helping in the kitchen. By helping they meant handing her what she asked for in an attempt to follow whatever steps she seemed to be taking for the basic miso soup—the same miso soup that Pora burned and Kojuro had added made way too salty a while back.
It smelled great and being in the kitchen allowed them to chat more comfortably.
Once it was done, Natsu took a spoonful and offered it to Pora as a quality taster, as she named herself.
“Oh. It is good,” She smiled. Then, she turned to Kojuro. “I like her. You can marry her.”
Kojuro coughed, and Natsu almost burned herself with the stove.
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True Happiness
As Pora watched her husband quietly playing with their daughter, she thought of how lucky she was. She had spent so long thinking that, perhaps, she would never be able to experience this happiness that somehow now it seemed unreal—but it was very real, as the echo of the little girl’s laughter surrounded her.
Tatsu had been that little light she had been waiting for; that light that became her husband’s whole world. She had seen the love flickering in Masamune’s eye as he first held her, too overwhelmed with relief and love to be able to say anything, but the smile on his face had been more than enough. He had held Tatsu as she rested, held her as she drifted to sleep—he had never stopped holding her after that.
But it had not been an easy journey.
She remembered the fear she had experienced, month after month, praying silently that this would finally be the moment. Then, she started praying that she had not screwed herself up so much to not be able to have children ever; it had been like a ghost, always next to her, but sometimes stronger than others. It was a horrible feeling, something she never wanted to feel again, something she did not want anyone to feel ever.
She had cried in her friend’s arms when she confessed what made her so miserable, so long ago. She cried, then, in Shizu’s arms when she told her it was a matter of time—she needed to give her body sometime to detox. She almost cried, too, when she told Masamune what she had done and he looked at her with a combination of guilt and love; guilt, because it had been his fault that she even thought of doing something so reckless; love, because it had all been for him despite the turbulent beginning of their lives together.
It had been hard.
It had almost been unbearable, the way her mind whispered to her in the darkest hours that she would never be able to give Masamune the child he so obviously wanted, the same child she desired so much. But she had pushed that voice to the back of her mind and repeated to herself what Aunt Shizu told her: it was a matter of time.
“Are you stuck?” She heard. Masamune’s voice took her out of her musings, and she looked up to find her daughter with her arms crossed and a concentrated look on her face. Her husband, on the other hand, had that sweet look on his face she melted for. “Want me to help you?”
Tatsu shook her head stubbornly. “I wanna do it alone.”
“Okay.”
There was pride in the way Masamune said that word, in the way he looked at his daughter thinking about a way to continue this chess round they had been playing up until now. Tatsu would be two years old that year, but she took everything with such seriousness that sometimes even Kojuro wanted to cry out of pride.
Finally, Tatsu nodded to herself after weighing her options and took the bishop, moving it up towards her right. With just that movement she had taken one of the pawns from her father, and even though there had been some surprise at first on Masamune’s face, it was soon followed by a smile.
“I got you!” She smiled.
“You really did.”
Pora watched everything in silence, though her eyes darted to the open book she had been reading until a moment ago. It was hard to focus when she had such a cute scene displayed in front of her—there was little she could do to help herself. Her eyes felt warm for a second, and she felt that tingling sensation that could only mean she was about to cry; Pora cursed how her body betrayed her but welcomed it nonetheless as she took a deep breath and held back the tears.
Her husband caught her eye and frowned with concern, but she shook her head to dismiss his worries—if she didn’t, she was sure he would come over just to make sure she was feeling okay. Masamune worried way too much, but it was not as if she could blame him; after opening the clinic they had known of many complicated cases that not even Aunt Shizu’s and the doctors’ knowledge had been able to save. She knew this was not the case, but he still worried.
He nodded slightly before turning his attention back to his game, and Pora felt herself smiling.
Sometimes, when she looked at Masamune and Tatsu, she felt like they were her small blessings. All the things she lacked in what should have been her home, she found them in Yonezawa with Masamune; the freedom she so much wanted, the family she never had, the love she never felt. It had been a surprise that something that had angered her so much, had brought her so many joys.
She had even gained two brothers; one of them that annoyed the hell out of her sometimes, but that she loved deeply nonetheless; and one that made it so easy for her to tease him that it had become their thing at some point. Kojuro and Shigezane had been the first members of her family, aside Masamune, and for that, she was extremely grateful.
Of course it had not been rainbows and sunshine at the beginning, but it proved to be exactly what she needed—Masamune loved her for what she was, loved her as a woman, as someone who not only found her beautiful even when she had just woken up and looked like one of those lion pictures she had seen in a book one time, but also as someone who was his support. He loved her as his equal. He loved her the way she did not know she needed to be loved; with care and gentleness, with passion and fierceness.
Her hand found its place on top of her belly—it was already big and swollen, with the new baby moving from time to time; she remembered Shigezane saying that they had not lost any time, as she had gotten pregnant again a few months before Tatsu turned a year old. Those were the times that he annoyed her so much she almost wanted to give in and tell Masamune that perhaps it was time to actually disown him, but still, she tried to be a good friend. Kojuro had been surprised if not happy, and that was when he became the target of Shigezane’s jokes; he asked why was he so slow in giving Katsumori a sibling when Masamune was already doing so.
It had been a fun afternoon, though not so much for Kojuro.
Pora moved, then, to sit straighter; she could already tell that their game was almost done thanks to the few pawns left, and she wanted to see how it would go. Tatsu’s wish to learn chess had increased after seeing her father play with Kojuro, and then even more when Katsumori had asked Masamune to practice with him so he could learn how to win against his dad. Masamune had spent a long time explaining to her everything about the game, and even Katsu had tried his best to help her.
And her little girl, smart as she was, had picked up the mechanics of the game very fast.
“How are you doing, darling?” She voiced the question for her daughter.
Tatsu looked back at her with a big grin. “I think I’m gonna win!”
“Really?” Pora felt the smile coming to her naturally, as her hand stroked her belly.
“Yes!” She nodded enthusiastically.
Masamune laughed, then. “I think at this rate she’ll be able to even crack Kojuro’s game.”
The words made her laugh even more when she pictured it—she could perfectly see her daughter almost destroying her beloved Uncle in a round of chess, and Kojuro would be so overwhelmed he would only cry and repeat that he could not expect any less from Masamune’s daughter.
“Checkmate!” Tatsu said, throwing her arms in the air.
Pora watched her husband, as he looked confused for a second and then accepted the fact that his daughter had bested him because he had let his guard down. She was clever in ways they had not expected, perhaps because she was so small… But it was a joy to see her.
“You really got me,” Masamune said, reaching for her and picking her up. Tatsu placed a small kiss on her father’s cheek, saying that it was his prize for being so good and all her husband did was accept it all with a smile.
Masamune pulled himself to his feet and walked to where his wife was sitting, her book still open in the same page—Tatsu, on the other hand, wriggled free from her dad’s grip to place her tiny hands on Pora’s belly. It was like a déjà vu, like seeing Katsumori pressing his ear to her belly in order to listen to the baby.
She smiled.
“Are you happy?” Pora asked, her hand soft on Tatsu’s head.
“Yeah!” Tatsu pressed a tiny kiss to her belly, and Pora wanted to cry again. “You’re happy too?”
If she was happy? God.
“The happiest I’ve ever been, my love.”
Final note: For sure, now (?) I hope you’re not sobbing by now, Pola. But I do hope it made you smile even a little bit. If it did, then I’m happy. Thank you for these... three years? (I suck ok I’m sorry) I know we’ve had our up and downs, but we’re still here! I love you way too much, even though you’ve made me choke and blush in the middle of class. AND I HOPE YOU DON’T DIE BECAUSE IF YOU LEAVE ME ALONE I’M GOING TO BE MAD OK. Little Katsu also wishes his Auntie happy birthday (with lots of baby kisses and hugs because he loves you ok).
I don’t think I can thank you enough for everything, and this is definitely not enough, but I made this with all my loooooooove (and fear, I am still not over the fact I got confused over the dates and YOU FUCKING TRICKED ME, I ALMOST CRIED YOU MEANIE). Hopefully by now our chat will be full of your husbands and you’ll want to kill me again.
*The things written by Crystal were reposted with her permission!*
Updated on 09/12/2019
Moon Natsu「ムーン 夏」
From here.
Written:
To Start Anew
The Power of Books
Second Chances
The Losing Battle
Stationary
The Risk Of Misplacing
The Mother Hen
First of Many *new
Hope
Letters
Siege of Abstinence
The Heart of the Matter
True Colors
Fear and Loss
Daughters of the Heart
Right Timing *new
Of Wives and Love
Distant Wishes
Between Lines [Modern!AU]
Friendly Interruptions [Modern!AU]
Soulmates [Modern!AU]
Moodboards:
Original!AU: ✿ | ✿
Modern!AU: ✿
Art: ★ | ★
Katakura Katsumori「片倉 勝守」
From here.
Written:
Distant Wishes
The Greatest Joy
Blessings
A Trip to Shiroishi
Peek-A-Boo
Baby Drawings [Modern!AU]
Moodboards:
Original!AU: ❀
Modern!AU: ❀
Art: ✘
Katakura Fuku「片倉 福」
From here.
Written: ✘
Moodboards:
Original!AU: ❀
Modern!AU: ❀
Art: ✘
Asakibara Pora 「浅木散 ポラ」
From here.
Written:
The Risk Of Misplacing
The Mother Hen
First of Many *new
Chaotic Cooking
Selfish
Monotony
In The Moment Kiss + Breathtaking Kiss
Loving Night
A Night Under Polaris
Distracting Kiss
Daughters of the Heart
Of Wives and Love
Fortuna [spanish]
Friendly Interruptions [Modern!AU]
Moodboards:
Original!AU: ✿ | ✿
Modern!AU: ✿
Art: ★ | ★
Date Tatsu「伊達 辰」
From here.
Written:
To Be a Father
Moodboards: ✘
Art: ★
Aoi 「青い」
From here.
Written: ✘
Moodboards:
Original!AU: ✿
Modern!AU: ✘
Art: ✘
Mōri Natsumi「毛利 夏美」
From here.
Written:
Blood
The Value of Family
Through the Eyes
Intrigued
The Twisted Ways of Fate
Complicity
Secrets
This Between Us
How Indeed
Contradictions
Teamwork
After the Storm
For a Loved One
A Festival For The Spirits
Confidant
Broken Promises
Surrender
The Appearance of Suwa Michikohime
To Live and Let Go
Again
Siege
The Secret Behind
Words Left Unsaid
Unconventional Gifts
Back Home
Conquering
In The Morning Sunlight
Introductions
Ribbon
A Safe Space
Strategies
Uncertainty
Yukiharu
Memories of a Soul [Modern!AU]
To Belong Together [Modern!AU]
Waves [Modern!AU]
To Love Again [Modern!AU]
Missing You [Modern!AU]
Little Hands [Modern!AU]
Moodboards:
Original!AU: ✿ | ✿ | ✿
Modern!AU: ✿ | ✿
Art: ✘
Sanada Natsuki「真田 夏姫」
From here.
Written:
The Echo of Laughter
Flowers
Kittens and Rain
Strategies
Uncertainty
Yukiharu
Missing You [Modern!AU]
Little Hands [Modern!AU]
Moodboards:
Original!AU: ❀
Modern!AU: ❀ | ❀
Art: ✘
Sanada Miyuki「真田 美雪」
From here.
Written:
The Echo of Laughter
Flowers
Kittens and Rain
Strategies
Uncertainty
Yukiharu
Missing You [Modern!AU]
Little Hands [Modern!AU]
Moodboards:
Original!AU: ❀
Modern!AU: ❀ | ❀
Art: ✘
Sanada Yukiharu「真田 幸春」
From here.
Written:
Yukiharu
The Conflict of Hugs [Modern!AU]
Little Hands [Modern!AU]
Moodboards:
Original!AU: ❀
Modern!AU: ❀
Art: ✘
Sanada Akihime「真田 秋媛」
From here.
Written:
Little Hands [Modern!AU]
Moodboards:
Original!AU: ✘
Modern!AU: ❀ | ❀
Art: ✘
Takeda Unda「武田 運妥」
From here.
Written:
Lies
A Brewing Storm
To Be Loved
Lord Taira
The Siege of His Heart
First Winter
Magnolias
Teamwork
Confidant
Deeper Fears
The Appearance of Suwa Michikohime
To Live and Let Go
Pinky Promises
The Answers Of Time
A New Challenge for a Worrywart
Musings Of Fate
Strategies
Uncertainty
Through Centuries [Modern!AU]
Nostalgia [Modern!AU]
Bonds [Modern!AU]
A Lifetime Ago [Modern!AU]
Moodboards:
Original!AU: ✿ | ✿ | ✿
Modern!AU: ✿
Art: ★
(Anayama) Sanada Hoshi「(穴山) 真田 星」
From here.
Written:
Hoshi’s flowers
The Appearance of Suwa Michikohime
Pinky Promises
A Lifetime Ago [Modern!AU]
Moodboards: ✘
Art: ★
Sanada Yukiko「真田 幸子」
From here.
Written:
Musings Of Fate
The Echo of Laughter
Moodboards: ✘
Art: ✘
Others:
Shizu「静」:
From here.
Stationary
The Heart of the Matter
Daughters of the Heart
Mōri Mamihime「毛利 真美姫」:
From here.
Blood
The Value of Family
Again
Unconventional Gifts
Mōri Taketsune「毛利 武経」:
From here.
Blood
The Value of Family
Complicity
Again
The Secret Behind
Unconventional Gifts
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“Have you ever felt that way?” The words left her almost absent-mindedly, as if she did not mean to pronounce them at all. Her fingers traced the spine of the books, noting the texture. “Like there are things yet to be found, things to be learned and yet there’s not enough time? Because I do.”
