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lethesomething · 4 years

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The Ghost and the Witch, part 2

This is a continuation of The Ghost and the Witch (which you can read here), a small Ghost of Tsushima fic that I wrote to Deal With Things, but that needed extra fluff. So have that, I guess. There is also technically (?) smut, in the victorian sense where anything that happens is badly hidden in subtext and obvious symbolic imagery.

“You’re new.”

Jin startles at the voice that seems to come out of the air itself. It has been six days since his uncle brought him to Castle Shimura, and it’s the first time he’s ventured this far out into the garden by himself. The grounds are vast and meticulously kept, but this area feels different, a low corner near the outer wall, mostly obscured by a large cherry tree. The small plot of land is utterly covered in white and pink petals, but it looks like someone is also growing a kitchen garden here.

“Are you the Boy?”

The voice calls out again and this time he spots its owner: a young girl up in the tree. She looks about his age, with two braids coming down her shoulders and dressed in a hakama of some quality. She looks out of place, in as much as anyone looks wrong stuck in a tree.

“What are you doing there?” he asks.

The girl looks down at where she’s perched on a wide branch. “Sitting,” she says.

“Well. Yes, I can see that,” he concedes.

“The view is nice, you should try it sometimes,” she says with a half mocking smile. Then she starts clambering down. “They say lord Shimura has taken in a ward,” she goes on, as Jin takes a few steps forward, unsure of whether he should try to catch her. The girl ignores his panic and hops down in three calculated movements. “So that’s you, yeah?” she says when she drops to the ground.

“Yes,” Jin says, composing himself. “I am Jin.. Lord Sakai.”

The girl does another one of her half-smiles and then finally treats him to a proper bow. “Pleased to meet you, Jin Sakai. I’m ___. My father is the head of the guard.” She points to the nearby tower. “He can see halfway across the island from there.”

“Well it is an important strategic location,” Jin says, parroting his homework from the past few weeks. “Whoever controls the castle, controls the island.”

You tilt your head at him. “Sure,” you say. “It sounds like you’ll fit right in.”

He drifts into your house in the woods like leaves on an autumn wind, a quick slide of the door and suddenly he’s there, a presence that darkens the shadows cast by a late evening.

“Jin?” You look up from your work. “Are you alright?”

He says nothing, and that is answer enough. There’s something wrong with his posture, a slump, a wobble, and you rush up to meet him and pull him into the light of the fire.

“Show me.”

“It’s not as bad as it could be,” he mumbles, while you quickly remove his helmet and place it on the ground, antlers glistening a rusty red.

“What happened?”

“Mongols,” he says, his voice hoarse, “Perhaps a few more than I had anticipated.”

“Were you followed?”

“They’re dead.”

“Alright.” You loosen the straps of his gloves and take them off, before setting to work on his pauldron. The leather is wet, the bands caked in something slick that combines with the shaking of your fingers and makes them difficult to dislodge.

His hands, rough, scarred but surprisingly stable, fold over yours. “Let me.”

“Right,” you say and you hurry to fill a bowl with warm water by the fire. You open a box by the fire and rifle through it, fingers scurrying over boxes and pouches and pots until you find the clearing salts, which you dump in the bowl. When you turn back, Jin has taken off his pauldrons and untied his armor.

You point to a mat by the fire. “Sit.”

“It’s really not that bad, “ he says when you help him out of his chestpiece.

“If you have come here for my help, it’s bad enough.”

He does not argue. He sits quietly while you wipe away the blood and assess his wounds. The gash on his arm is shallow if jagged. But there’s a cut in his side that looks deep. The edges of it are laced with a grey, ashy dust that smells of poison and rot.

You clean it off as best as you can. “We’ll have to hope it is not infected,” you say.

He hums, a low sound that is more of a tremor than a response. You glance up to see his eyes are not looking at you, but through you, glass beads staring into nothingness. You put a palm to his forehead. Fever.

“Stay awake a little longer, Jin,” you find yourself saying, “I need you to hold this.” You smear ointment on his skin and place a piece of silk over it. Then you move his hand there. “Try to push down while I bandage this up.”

He nods absently and you set to work, moving as quickly as you can, trying to ignore the dangerous sway in his form, a mighty tree falling in slow motion. By the time you have bandaged his abdomen and his arm, he has mostly collapsed, barely staying on his knees, his head leaning against your shoulder to remain upright. His eyelids have fallen shut, although you can see his eyes twitch underneath. Perspiration beads on his forehead. “This will have to do,” you whisper.

With effort, you lay him down on the mat and cover him in blankets. His breath is ragged, shallow. You clear away your previous work and prepare a fresh bowl of water and a cloth, which you set by his side.

Outside, the wind howls an angry, desperate roar. You stoke the fire and brew a pot of tea. It will be a long night.

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Jin closes his eyes and breathes in the smell of early autumn. The salt in the air mixes with the earthy scent of leaves and wood fires. After his time away at training camp, it feels comforting to return to his uncle’s castle. He stalks the grounds like a cat, reacquainting himself with its many nooks and crannies, taking stock of the small changes in plants and people. The sound of running feet wakes him from his investigation and he turns, smiling to see you racing towards him.

You’re improperly fast, bounding down the path like a wild foal that has just discovered the joy of speed. “Jin!”

You abruptly stop just short of him, then take a breath and bow. “Welcome back, milord,” you say, and Jin has to bite back a laugh at the sudden politeness.

“Thank you,” he manages instead. “What made you so excited?”

You look up with a sparkle in your eye. “The camellia’s started blooming! Come see?”

You turn around and dash off again, your figure a fluttering, billowing sheet tugged off the clothesline by a strong gale, free to whirl and spiral down the path.

Jin shakes his head briefly and follows, measuring his pace while he watches you dance up the steps, until you stop and wait for him.

“You’re slow,” you say when he catches up.

“I’m Deliberate,” he argues.

“Why?”

“A samurai does not rush into things.”

You nod thoughtfully and slow down to match his step. “Did you learn that at camp?”

“I have been learning that for a while,” he says.

“Mmm,” you say, letting your fingers glide through the grass framing the path as you walk beside him.

“What else did you learn?”

He thinks on it a while, and then something resembling a smirk forms on his lips. “I’ve been learning about women,” he says.

You raise an eyebrow at him.

“Ryuzo says I should be careful with them. That some of them are out for my titles and money.”

You do not look convinced. “Who’s Ryuzo?” you ask.

“My friend.”

“Well he sounds like an idiot,” you say, shrugging.

“He’s not,” Jin starts saying, but when he looks toward you, your face is darkened. “Besides,” he says “I’m sure he didn’t mean, uh, you.”

“What I’m ‘women’,” you say in a mock guffaw.

“Depends on the definition,” he huffs.

“Oi!”

Jin chuckles and sets off running toward the cherry tree, now chased by a girl calling him mean.

When he reaches your small garden, the sight stops him in his tracks. The bushes, once a dull green, have sprouted dozens of small, perfectly formed pink and red flowers. They dot the garden like jewels glistening in the sun.

“Aren’t they beautiful?” you say, coming up behind him.

“They are,” he nods.

He reaches out to touch one, fingers brushing over the small, soft petals.

“My mother used to love these,” you say, wistfully running your hands over the leaves. “She’d wear them in her hair. She was so pretty.”

“I can imagine that,” Jin says quietly.

“Huh?”

He turns his attention back to the flowers.

“Why don’t you try one?” he says.

“I sincerely doubt it would suit me, Jin.”

He shakes his head and chooses a perfect red bloom, carefully picking it off the branch. “Here.”

He hands it to you but you just hold it in your palm, staring at it, and then at him.

“What?” he says. “Just try it. It will be like honoring your mother.”

“Right,” you mutter, and slide it into your braid.

“There,” he says. “That looks very nice. I bet your mother’s spirit looks down on you with pride.”

You gently touch the bloom, a soft smile on your face as you look around the garden, resplendent in sunlight. “Maybe,” you say.

----

Jin’s body feels heavy, as if he’s dropping to the bottom of a bog, weighed down with stones and pricked with a thousand knives. His skin burns and his veins are filled with lead.

He’s vaguely aware of movement next to him, of cool cloth soothing his forehead before his spirit sinks down into the muck again.

When he next wakes up, it is to the sound of wind rustling outside. He opens his eyes slowly, and tries to focus on the rafters high above him, laden with drying herbs. The smell of burnt wood hangs in the air and he becomes aware of a dying fire glowing to his side. He turns his head, and the movement feels like hammers pounding on an anvil.

On the ground next to him is a bowl, a pile of bloodied bandages and, a little further on, you, curled up against a stool. Your hair is tousled, your skirts gathered around you and your face buried in your arms in a way that looks uncomfortable.

The light of a winter’s morning seeps through a high window, casting long, stark shadows that stretch stalks into trees and bottles into towering columns. In the midst of it all your sleeping form stands out as an island of light, a sprinkle of silver dust in a sea of shadows.

Jin closes his eyes again and lays back. He’s weary, and the pain sears through his veins, but he no longer feels like he’s drowning. The sack of boulders that sat on his chest has lifted. “Thank you,” he whispers. “Again.”

---

Jin hurries down the steps to the cherry tree and finds you exactly where he expected, sitting amongst the fallen camellia’s. “Hey,” he says when he enters the space.

You do not move, don’t even shiver against the cold of a winter’s evening. “Hey,” you say.

The voice only barely sounds like you. A sound that he remembers being clear and melodious as birdsong is now nothing more than a scraping whisper, a tarnished bell filled with ash and sand.

He approaches carefully. “I came to find you,” he says. “People are worried.”

You shrug.

“I’m sorry,” he adds. “About your father.”

When he hears no response or protest, he takes his scabbard and slowly lays it before him, kneeling on the ground next to you. The two of you sit there, surrounded by the overly sweet, sickly smell of faded flowers.

“He died a warrior's death,” Jin says. “He was protecting this place. Protecting you.”

You say nothing, but he can hear you breathe. A series of choppy inhales, followed by long drawn out sighs.

“I understand,” he says. “How hard it can be. How difficult it is to face that loss. If there’s anything i can do-”

You shake your head. “Just sit with me for a bit?”

Jin nods and folds his hands into his lap. He closes his eyes and focuses on the quiet, on the shadows of the trees looming before him like stone monuments, on the cold sea wind carrying crystals of salt and ice to fill the sky above you.

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“There’s a good horse.” Jin moves his arm to pat Kage’s mane but stops halfway, wincing at the stabbing pain in his side. “Looks like you’ll be resting here for a bit longer,” he says.

The horse nuzzles his shoulder, whinnying softly. Raindrops drizzle through the trees, cascading on an elaborate journey from branch to branch, only to fall to the moss beneath his feet with a dull, muffled plop.

Moisture fills the air in this small clearing, droplets so thick he can taste them on his tongue. It deepens the shadows and further obscures this place, the house already veiled by layers of green and black like a widow mourning the passing of the summer sun.

Jin carefully unties the bridle and takes it off. The horse immediately shakes out its head. “Feels nice, huh?” Jin says, and he moves to take off the saddle as well. “I’ll brush you down tomorrow, so enjoy the rain on your back while it lasts.”

His movements are slow and deliberate. The horse stomps its hoof.

“Alright, alright,” Jin says when he finally loosens the saddle. “Off you go.” The horse takes a few steps, and the saddle slides off, dropping to the rain scattered ground. “This needs cleaning anyway,” Jin sighs.

He watches as Kage wanders over to a basket of straw he put down and starts munching. Then he takes a deep breath and bends over to pick up the saddle, grimacing at the feeling of being sliced open once more. He straightens and blows out a breath. Kage eyes him from a distance. “Don’t you start,” Jin says.

When he enters the house, the scent that greets him is earthy, the herbs and wood he’s gotten used to now laced with something deep and gamey that makes his mouth water. He sniffs. “Hare?”

“It was in one of my traps,” you say, stirring a pot bubbling over the fire. “I figured you could use the strength.”

With that, you get up and take the saddle and bridle from him. “How are you feeling?”

“About the same as the last time you asked,” he says. “I’m… fine.” He walks over to the fire to sit down, and tries his very best not to flinch. He fails.

You give him a weary look.

“But I could probably use the strength,” he adds.

You nod and prop up the horse tack to dry. “How is he,” you ask.

“Stubborn.”

Another weary look.

“You don’t have to worry about Kage,” Jin says. “He’s not wounded, and he’s fine wandering around the forest for a bit.”

With a nod, you return to your cooking.You throw some chopped burdock root in the pot, and millet to thicken it. The feeling of being watched makes you look up.

Jin sits, watching you make stew with a soft grin on his face.

“What?” you say.

“Nothing,” he chuckles. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“But?” you ask, returning to your work.

“There was a time when I would wonder what it could be like,” he says. “If you were to make something like this for me. Lord Shimura’s cook said you were quite talented, though I don’t think she approved of the random plants you’d bring in.”

You laugh. “One of the teas I brewed for her did end up giving everyone strange dreams,” you say.

He blinks at you.

“It was an accident,” you add.

“Of course,” he says. “Either way, I used to imagine scenarios like this, embarrassing as that may be.”

“Were you half-dead in those daydreams, Jin?”

“No,” he says. “I was quite healthy, and content, and we were living in Omi.”

You nod, as if you can see the images yourself. “That would have been nice.”

He watches in silence for a while, matching the pictures from his teenage dreams to the vision in front of him. The girl, the woman, the fire and the smell of game. The knicks on your hand and the frayed edges on your garment. “I’m sorry,” he says.

You smile and shake your head. “Life rarely goes how we imagine it as children.” Then you sit back. “Do you regret it?” you ask softly. “Looking back on everything now?”

You’re not the first to ask, and the answer is no different now. “The actions I chose,” he says, voice only slightly hoarse this time. “I would do them all again.”

You nod. “That’s alright then.” And with that you pick up a small bowl and scoop it full of stew, before handing it over. “It’s not the most glorious meal you’ve ever had, but it will do.”

The two of you eat in silence for a while, nothing but the sound of crackling fire and the occasional huff outside, from Kage plodding around in the clearing in front of the house.

“This is good,” he says.

You nod. “Of course it is.”

“I should have known you’d be confident,” he snorts. “You never did hold back to try and seem more proper.”

“I held back plenty,” you say, and put down your chopsticks. “But also, you barely ate in days. This stew would have to be pretty bad for you not to enjoy it.” You put the bowl to your lips and tip it back, savouring the spiced sauce.

“Still, it is pretty good,” Jin nods, munching happily.

“I’m glad I got to taste your cooking after all. It’s close to how I imagined.”

You smile softly. “Good,” you say.

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The salted air stings your face as you survey the world from the guard tower. You can see halfway across the island from here. Your eyes follow the coastline north to the snowy covered flanks of the mountains, and south all the way to the swamps, with Kaneda Castle rising above them.

Below your feet, waterfalls pour down into the sea, an endless gurgling that was always so familiar to you, but now feels distant and annoying.

“There you are.” Tetsuo, who used to be one of your father’s men, comes climbing up the ladder. He’s a friendly sort. Broad shouldered and scruffy. “I was sent to find you. The cart is ready.”

“Alright.”

The man watches you for a moment, while you take in the views one last time. He fidgets when your eyes come to rest on the main tower of the castle, its highest floors home to the lord and his nephew. “Do you, uh, need a moment?” he says carefully.

The tower feels oddly imposing in the light of early morning, its height looming over the grounds and the people below, a stone monument against a lead sky.

There’s no fires there at this time. There’s barely any movement. Just still halls and the shuffling of servant feet as they try to remain invisible and unheard, mice in their own home.

You shake your head and turn to Tetsuo. “I’m fine,” you say. “Let’s go.”

---

The muffled tones of a flute come floating out of your house when you return from the forest with a belt of wood and some mushrooms you found.

The melody is soft and a little nostalgic, a sound both melodious and weary at the same time.

Jin concentrates on his breathing, a steady, stable pace to produce the right notes, but then you drift into the house like a fluttering bird, carrying the winter wind on its wings. He can smell the promise of snow on the air as you flit by in a whirl of fabric and drop a few logs next to the fire.

“Oof,” you say, and you rub your hands in the soft glow of the hearth.

Jin puts down his flute. “Are you cold?”

“It’s freezing out,” you reply, shrugging off your coat and shawl.

“I made tea,” he says. “Why don’t you sit for a minute.” He leans forward and pours two cups from a small pot. The wound in his side stabs in protest, but it no longer makes him flinch.

You hang up your coat and kneel beside him, taking the cup in both hands and breathing in the fragrant steam.

Your eyes flutter closed and Jin watches as your face, flushed from the cold, relaxes into a smile. He carefully takes the blanket that’s draped over his shoulders and extends it to cover yours.

Then he leaves his hand there, a gentle weight at your back. He can feel you tense for a moment, before you relax again and take a sip.

“I made room for Kage in the shed,” you say. “Put some animal skins on him too. He should be alright for tonight.”

“Thank you,” Jin whispers.

“You’ll be leaving soon, won’t you.” You hold the cup to your chest, staring at the fire.

“My wound is better,” he says. “And I still need to liberate this island.”

“And then?” The words hang in the air like a puff of smoke, drifting ever upwards but refusing to dissipate.

Jin quietly sips his tea, the warmth of it welcoming but edged with a hint of bitterness from the burnt leaves. “I don’t know,” he says.

He moves his hand further to your side and finds that you lean into his warmth. “I care for you,” he finally says. “Always have. But you already knew that.”

You nod mutely.

“I don’t know what could have happened, or what would…”

“We are very different people now,” you say, and your voice sounds oddly far, a faint whisper beneath the crackling of fire.

“True,” Jin says. “But we’re here now.”

You look up at him and your wide eyes hold a sky’s worth of stars. That same spark he saw so long ago, buried but ever burning beneath it all. He gently kisses your forehead.

And when you don’t pull back, he kisses your temple, and the top of your cheek, right beneath your eye. “Do you want this?” he asks.

You hesitate for a moment, eyes searching the lines in his face, the scars on his brow. Then you put down the cup and let your fingers smooth back his hair, trace the line of his jaw. “I do,” you say, and you lean in to touch his lips to yours.

Flames lick at the logs in the hearth, a slow, burning heat that consumes everything in its path. It spreads an orange glow that lights up the inside of the hut, growing shadows from teacups and lining the two bodies moving there in a copper gleam.

The fire simmers slowly, steadily throughout a cold winter’s night. It sparks and sizzles, breathing warmth and life into the darkness.

And it burns, and burns, through that night, until all that’s left in the cold light of morning is a faint glow drawn from spent wood, and soft breaths under layers of blankets.

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suffering-and-happy-about-it · 4 years

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The Onsen (Ghost of Tsushima One-Shot)

Reimagined and revisioned: September 2023 👺

One-shot description: Jin Sakai is known as a proud Samurai living on a small island near the great Japanese empire - Tsushima. And when he gets washed on a beach near your home, it obviously caught a lot of attention.

A/N: For starters, I know that ghost of Tsushima has a few missteps here and there, especially when we’re looking at the historical part (Jin couldn’t be using katana bcs it didn't exist at this period, Mongols would never agree to an individual duel because they didn’t know what does it mean, Mongols didn't wear much armor (NAKED BOIS) etc, insert more whining here), but hey. I never tended to learn more about the Japanese culture and this game certainly sparked some interest inside of me. Also, I am no Japanese culture expert. This one-shot was written though a course of seven days and I tried to Google the fucking maximum about both the culture (at this given time period) and Japanese relationship towards sex, as well as all the activities related to this topic, but it won't be 100% accurate nonetheless. Yet I can say proudly that I've tried to treat the concept with respect and love.

Word count: 8 K

Pairing: Jin Sakai x female reader (He HAS a strong chaotic-bi energy, but he's talking about girls in the hot springs, so... 👀)

Warnings: Fluffy smut 🥵❤️

Tsushima, the Izahura region, the Akamo prefecture, 1274:

The last few weeks... How would you even start talking about the last few weeks? It all started on Komoda Beach, on one memorable summer night - the night that gave birth to a legend. It also was the same summer night during which most of Tsushima's regions lost all their hope and fell in flames. On that night, the forces of fierce Mongolian invaders and samurai defending their homes have clashed... The Mongols came out of the battle victorious. You hadn't been on the beach to witness the battle with your own eyes, but the flames and smoke that shrouded the Izahura region told everyone more than they needed to know. The samurai have been slain, their blood soaked into the wet sand and hope slowly faded.

That was until... Until the legend started to spread. It was spread by the monks, peasants, and traveling merchants. All it took was the story of a vengeful samurai spirit that was protecting and avenging the regular folk for the first sparks of resistance to be forged. People were now trying to fight back, they learned their own methods of dealing with the Mongols as well as traitors and bandits who were trying to benefit from the chaos. Well, that was how you came into play.

It turned out that Mongolian invaders were more than mesmerized by geishas and concubines. The men were inclined to lower their guards and talk about important information in front of the dancing women, letting them gather intel as well as inform other cells of the resistance. To keep safe, the geishas of Izahura started to gather in mansions where they lived together in harmony. The times were desperate and independent women needed to support independent women. You yourself were nowhere near being a geisha. You hadn't entered okiya as a teenager, neither had you any proper training in the arts of communication and culture.

All you were was a regular peasant coming from a nearby village, just around half a kilometer away from the farm glorified to a geisha residence. You managed to run when the attack came, saving your life as you watched your home turn into ash. For some time, you wandered around the Akamo prefecture, getting by thanks to foraging and your knowledge of the herbs. Back in your village, you've been the healer's apprentice, learning the art of Kampo. And one day, starved, dehydrated, and almost delusional, you stumbled right into the farm's fields. The geishas took notice of you as they ran towards you, but they didn't catch you in time. All they could do was drag you into the residence, nursing you back to health. The women took a liking to you and since all of them agreed that they could use help around the household. While the geishas tried to gather as much information as possible, you were the person actually running the house - doing dishes, buying food from merchants, doing the laundry, cleaning up... Sometimes, you posed as company to geishas themselves, serving as a shoulder to cry on or pretending to be a client for the apprentices. If there was no one on hand, you even had to serve food and saké to geishas and their clients, always leaving the room as soon as you could. There was always so much to do to occupy your mind.

The women weren't mean enough to let you work all alone, but it felt nice to have a spare pair of hands who could cover everything they couldn't. When you found yourself with nothing to do, you oftentimes left the households to pay respect to kami or to take care of nearby shrines as you felt that it could also boost the spirits all around. It was a simple life and a very shaky piece of stability in the heart of the Akuma prefecture, but it almost appeared as if the war had never touched this small piece of heaven.

It was one evening when you heard some fuss coming all the way from the beach. The two minarai (author's note: minarai is a stage in geisha's apprenticeship in which the geisha-to-be finds a mentor whom she watches and learns the craft by literally accompanying them and watching them) living inside the household had taken a stroll down the beach while you sat in the garden, doing the laundry in a lazy, relaxed pace. You've felt lazy that day, not really looking to overwork yourself - which couldn't get further from what was about to happen. The two girls were leading a strong, noble horse behind them. The animal was majestic, taken care of as well as equipped with intricate war equipment. You've seen the equipment once or twice in your lifetime; it was during the evening when the noble samurai of the Adachi clan came to patrol over your village, making sure everything was in order. That meant that the limp male body lying on the horseback was a... A samurai.

The man became hot news in the household instantly - all the samurai were supposed to be dead, weren't they? They all died that night on Komoda beach, didn't they? Who was this? An impostor, trying to give hope to people? Was this someone pretending to be a samurai to either scare off the invaders or scam people? The women put the man in your care, adding yet another chore to your calendar. It was logical that he was assigned to your care; you’ve been the only one who had medical training. The man… He looked bad. His armor was torn to shreds, and his mask cracked right in the middle. His skin was pale due to the blood loss, and the wounds on his hips were wide and deep. It took you enormous amounts of herb tinctures, cloths, and other corrective measures just to stop the bleeding. As the sun started coming out, you were sitting next to the man with your arms covered in his blood all the way up to your elbows, multiple buckets of bloody and muddy water were situated around both your bodies. Good news? You’ve managed to stop the bleeding. Bad news? The samurai was covered in ice-cold sweat, his muscles were spasming uncontrollably as his fever started to rise.

When you finally caught a breath, you climbed down into the living room, briefing all the curious women and lady Kohaku on the man’s physical state. Since there was very little time to loose, you’ve taken his horse and rode to almost every nearby villages, trading a serious amount of your supplies for various herbs and tinctures you weren’t skilled enough to make. However, as you climbed back into the attic without the rush of yesterday’s urgency, there was this sneaking sense of shyness creeping at the back of your head. This time, before even looking in his general direction, you prayed to Inizagi to let the man survive the hardships he was enduring.

Usually, as you finished praying, you picked up enough courage to undo his shitagi and tug his hakama a bit lower. Your fingertips moved on his skin lightly, as tips of brushes; the movements needed to be swift and precise so you wouldn’t tear his wounds open on accident. Taking care of the mysterious samurai usually meant that you took cloth soaked with pus off, disinfected all the wounds, put healing tinctures all over his chest, and then covered all the wounds with freshly washed cloths, which you also put through alcohol cleansing and hot steam disinfection.

The longer you've spent tending to his wounds, the more one quality about this man became obvious. It was the fact that… The mysterious man was a fighter. He wasn’t going down anytime soon. There were remnants of many scars everywhere around his chest and arms, most of them weren’t even properly taken care of; forever remaining bulky and pink. Yet no matter how many scars there were, how deep they reached, or how ugly they looked, the samurai seemingly dealt with all of them... And kept on pushing forward. Whoever he was, he had to have an enormous amount of will to live; on top of numerous scars, he was also recovering pretty quickly. On the third day of his recovery and the third evening of his coma, there were sturdy and solid scabs instead of opened layers of skin and sometimes even muscle tissues.

That night, you’ve also taken matters a step further. First in order, there was changing the pieces of cloth, of course. After finishing tenting to the wounds and clothing the man, you've also made sure that his hair is neatly tugged behind an elegant black hachimaki. It was right there and then when you finally took a moment to look at his face, shoving a bucket of warm water next to you, preparing a washcloth to finally clean him from all of the mud and sand. Slowly and carefully, you've moved the last strands of hair off his forehead. This was the first time you've noticed your fingers shaking subtly. It was hard to breathe calmly, actually; your cheeks started to warm up and your blood started to boil slowly, moment by moment. It had been so long since you'd spent some time alone... With a man. Well, you've never technically spent intimate time with a man; you've only spent a few hasty moments with young, loutish boys, stealing kisses in corners the adults couldn't see.

Never in your life have you touched a man in an empty room, especially having the freedom to let your palms roam free. Sure, the man might've been unconscious, but there wouldn't be anyone to snitch on you. And the man laying on the futon in front of you was... Handsome. With the utmost care, you've cleaned every crevice of his face. You've dragged the washcloth over the curve of his nose, over the closed lids of his eyes, soft scoops of his upper and lower lip... Finishing up with his round chin and the stubble. To calm down, you've started moving all of the buckets downstairs as well as dragging his swords, armor, and mask along so you could clean his gear.

The farmhouse was practically empty at this hour of the day; most of the geishas were either with their clients (both in various rooms inside the house as well as traveling to their client's designed locations) or asleep, there was a bunch of girls sitting under sakura trees in the garden, plucking their music instruments and the only person present, really, was lady Kohaku. The woman was smoking in the corner of the room, going through the accountancy to see all of the expenses and earnings while preparing new pieces of information for the rebellious forces. Letting a deep breath out, you've sat down next to a water pump, laying out the armor in front of you. As you cleaned the armor itself, it wasn't anything special. There was nothing to take note of - no crests to be found, any special materials used to craft... It wasn't much more than regular samurai armor. Almost every samurai riding to Komoda Beach on that faithful night was wearing a similar armor set. The realization hit you as you picked up his katana and tanto to start polishing it. The moment you've seen the crest, the moment you've let it fall onto the ground. Lady Kohaku took immediate notice of the ruckus.

A furrow had appeared on her face as she approached you, taking one last drag out of her kiseru (author's note: kiseru is basically a Japanese tobacco pipe; it was invented in the 16th century, way after the story takes place, but when I think about an older woman who is the head of a brothel, concubine or geisha house, I just think that smoking goes hand in hand with their overall image) before she pulled her silky robe rightly to her body and walked over to the veranda. - "What's the matter, young one? Did you cut your finger?" "No, ma'am." - You admitted, quickly picking up the samurai's gear off the ground. It could be perceived as an act of disrespect if the Lady wouldn't know you for as long as she did. The older woman actually really enjoyed having you around, she admired your personality and all the help you've brought to the house. Because of that, Kohaku knew you'd been caught off guard. - "I'm sorry for interrupting you, ma'am." "Don't apologize, child. Have you noticed something worrisome on the gear?" - The woman dismissed. The quick glance over your shoulder had told her more than she needed to know. You've realized something.

"The man we're hiding in the attic might be very, very dangerous, ma'am. If the Mongols find him..." "Do you know who he is?" "I'm assuming I do, ma'am." - As you started to explain in a somber, quiet tone, your eyes admired the katana. - "The village I was born in was under the watch of clan Adachi. And they've been the most wonderful masters. It's also commonly known that the Adachi clan had strong connections to other clans around Tsushima. And one of the clans was the Sakai clan." - As you finished, your thumb moved out of the way, showing Kohaku the Sakai crest decorating the fuchi.

Lady Kohaku was speechless for a moment. This woman was practically a genius who knew about all of the stories going around Tsushima, all of the gossip and rumors were a sea she was well-oriented in. Naturally, the woman realized what you've been telling her. The man laying in the attic was no ordinary samurai, no. He was one of a kind, the last successor to the clan of Sakai. And as the story went, this man was no ordinary samurai - he turned into the vengeful spirit of Tsushima's people, the single vedge restraining the Mongols from a full-on, devastating invasion further into the Izahura region. The man turned into the Ghost, into all of the fury and hatred of the people as well as vengeance and retaliation which the peasants wanted. This was no ordinary damn samurai.

"I see." - Kohaku answered simply, picking her kiseru up to have a long drag. Then, she fell silent for quite some time; she let out a long huff, letting heavy smoke slowly come out of her mouth and nose. The smoke was so heavy, in fact, that it covered her face for quite some time. - "The best thing to do is to keep it yourself, young one. Don't alert the girls, don't tell them who Lord Sakai is. We shall pretend he had never graced our house with his presence. Giggling about having a samurai in the attic is more than enough, we don't want them to go entirely crazy over the man." "Understood, ma'am. I'll get back to cleaning his equipment now, sorry for bothering you." "You aren't bothering me." - The woman chuckled, pouring you a tea before she carried it to you. - "Have this and take it slow. It'll help, trust me." - As you promised, so you did; before calling it a day, you managed to clean all of his gear and carry it back to the attic before other girls could take notice.

As the fifth day of Sakai laying in a coma rolled around, you took his horse for another ride. The horse was sweet, very calm, and very responsive. Even though it was a war horse that was trained to survive even the most stressful of situations, it seemingly enjoyed dragging the cart around as you set on your regular route - buying rice, trading fish, pastries, spices, and saké. It was a long route since you traveled all over the Akamo prefecture. Usually, the locals also invite you for a bowl of rice and some tea to have a chat, to tell you what's new. People liked you ever since you started trading with them a few weeks back, you simply had that kind of oomph about you. Naturally, as per usual, you've arrived back rather late in the day. As you gave all the records to Kohaku, you prepared warm water and disinfected pieces of cloth in preparation to clean Sakai's wounds. Yet as you climbed up, your body already buzzing with excitement to let your gaze wander around his face and dragging tips of your fingers across his chest, to your horror you realized that the attic is... Empty. The armor was gone, and his katana too.

With blood disappearing out of your face, you carefully climbed back down and walked right to Lady Kohaku. Your palms were trembling, and you began sweating profoundly. The house wasn't raided, clearly, but having a man of such importance simply vanish was... Something. Especially given his state. Had he subdued to his wounds? Had he passed aways while you were gone, making sure all of the errands are taken care of? This possibility scared you even more. "He's... Gone." - This was everything you were able to say out loud to Kohaku at that moment. Her dark brown eyes raised to you as she put her shodo down, chuckling. - "Had he... Did I do something wrong? I've used all my knowledge and cared for his health according to my best skill. I am..." "Follow me, young one. Take a breath and come." - The old matriarch laughed under her breath, waiting for you to get your shit together. As you stop an incoming panic attack, you've followed the woman outside.

It was a beautiful, warm late spring evening; everything you planted in the gardens and on the soil was blossoming, giving the gardens a breath of fresh air. When geishas wanted to let out some steam and just generally come to other thoughts, they didn't shy away from picking up the farm tools and dug around in the soil for hours on end, planting various seeds and flowers. For you, the gardens were a sanctum. When you felt tired or just overall weren't in a good mood, you mostly found yourself sitting in the gardens for hours as you watched life move around you - dancing classes, as well as musical and cultural lectures, took place outside, so you always had something to watch. Sometimes, the geishas invited you to join the classes too just so you wouldn't be left alone in a corner. It was usually Yui who persistently asked you to join them in training the arts.

It took you off guard when you heard a few notes of music coming from the far end of the garden; you've been used to listening to shamisen all the time... You never heard a flute being played in the gardens. As was to be expected, the girls gathered at a good viewing point, watching the mysterious samurai play as they chattered and whispered excitedly. Although you usually didn't share their excitement for men and activities connected to them, you also couldn't but stare at the man for a second. For a moment, a vacuum filled your head as you saw him awake for the very first time. His skin had a peachy, healthy tone and the bags under his eyes became less prominent; this was mainly due to Kohaku's hospitality. As soon as she noticed Jin climbing down rather clumsily, she invited him for tea and lunch which the girls just finished cooking. He was also even more attractive than before; his posture was good, he carried himself with grace and nobility, and his warm expression added a bit of something that wasn't present in his face when he was in limbo. Lord Sakai was... Really handsome. And you've touched him, unsupervised, for hours on end. Wow.

"There he is, alive and well, nursed back to good spirits and health." - Lady Kohaku explained, smiling at you and bowing slightly, paying the samurai respect. The man finished his song in return, putting the flute down before fixing his hachimaki - when he was done and looked up to Kohaku, he realized she was not alone; in the same instant, he was respectfully bowing down, his forehead touching the ground as he paid you an enormous amount of respect. It didn't slip you that after he bowed, he hissed under his breath; the movement was too sudden for his wounds. Also, this much respect wasn't anything you had imagined in your wildest dreams - all you expected was a thank you, a smile, and a slight bow in the very best scenario. And rightfully so - Sakai was a nobleman, you weren't much more than a simple peasant. Rather awkwardly, you bowed yourself. - "We better honor the kami for letting Y/N do the best she could." "Thank you for adhering to my wish, Lady Kohaku." - The man said quietly enough to keep the topic of discussion a secret from all the ears and eyes glued to you. With that, Sakai picked himself up (even the slightest movements seemingly caused him a lot of pain) and smiled at you. It was a warm and sincere smile... That made you even more confused. Why was he acting so nice? "That's the simplest request I could fulfill, my lord. I'll let you discuss the matters you wish to talk about with Y/N. After you're done, come find me. We need to have a talk." - The last piece of information was for you, so you nodded in Kohaku's direction, still caught off guard by Jin Sakai in his entirety. With that, Kohaku turned on her heels and left the two of you alone, walking back into the house. Jin, painfully aware of his small fan club, prompted you to take a walk in the opposite direction - this wooden road led to a nearby onsen which the geishas claimed after they bought the farm. It was great for the clientele.

"Never in my wildest dreams would I expect to wake up in a place like this." - That was the first thing he said after you've been far enough from the other geishas. The tone of his voice gave away some sort of tenderness and curiosity. This complimented you greatly. - "Needless to say, it saved my life. Kami were watching over me on that day and I couldn't be more grateful. Without your care, I'd most likely die in the wilderness, washed up on the shore. "It was my duty, Lord Sakai. Your uncle is the lord of Tsushima... Not giving you a helping hand would bring us back luck for many years to come as well as it would attract oni. It would bring misfortune and shame to a house which already doesn't have the best name." - At that, you chuckled to let Sakai know you were joking to some degree or another. The way he raised the corner of his lips made you sure that the joke landed, amusing Sakai.

"Can I confide in you?" - Sakai followed up right after, making your blood pressure rise even higher. Being alone with a man of his social status was scandalous enough already, but letting him confide in you and listen to his secrets was directly inappropriate. And yet, even though realizing all of that, you nodded and waited for what he had on his mind. - "Of course, my lord. What's ailing you?" "It's just that... I haven't felt this calm in a long time. Now that it's war and I have to defend my home, I need to be ready to draw my katana any second. It feels like on each step of my journey, I sought justice and only found bloodshed. It's wonderful to see a place that wasn't touched by war. It feels like sanctuary, place where people still live in peace with the land and kami. It's charming." - The man confided, grinning.

The confession made you grin too. Such kind words coming from a lord felt... Refreshing. At the end of the day, your reputation didn't matter to Lord Sakai at all. It didn't matter what names the folk called you or what insensitive insults they thrown your way... Sakai felt safe and calm. Explaining the importance this message would be an impossible task, it just made you proud. For a moment, you walked in silence, just listening to the lively buzz. Letting your heart rate slow down a bit, you waited before you opened another topic. Sakai stopped in his tracks, leaning his shoulder into a tree trunk as he watched lady Yuriko and her apprentice Akali learning how to dance. Yuriko was a very strict teacher, never shying away from using a reed if necessary. Now, she watched her apprentice like a hawk, tapping her reed in an unexistent melodious rhythm - anytime Akali made a mistake, Yuriko's tessen slapped either her feet or her hands instantaneously.

You've almost stayed silent, leaving Sakai to his little oasis in the middle of the garden. It was a nice sight, after all. The silent beauty almost made you jealous. In the last second, you've managed to gather enough courage to start another chit chat. "How are your wounds, my lord? Are you feeling better?"

He hadn't answer at first, he just glanced at you and let his eyes slip across your face. Sakai surely wasn't stupid in any regard, he knew he wasn't talking to a geisha. Your art of communication wasn't sufficient neither meaningful enough, it resembled a stomping bear if anything. In fact, you were positive that every word you've chosen could get you into trouble - in fact, the Lord would ponder if you were rude just few months back. Your overall energy wasn't matching teirs in any way, but in a good way. It was enjoyable. There was something so delicate about you, something so innocent and gentle that Jin Sakai feared he'd break it if he touched it. It was exactly that little something was thrilling Sakai beyond the boundaries of every good manner in existence.

He'd asked about his savior from the first moment he woke up. Lady Kohaku took a few hours to give into his insistence, but then shetold him everything there was about you. The story about a normal, everyday woman charmed him. Truth was, he was expecting just an everyday girl he'd just thank and move on with his adventures. There wasn't anything he'd describe as everyday about you - in fact, he had trouble taking his eyes off you. The more he realized you two were brought up in two entirely different worlds, the more he was reeled under your spell. This dilemma was as exciting as it was confusing.

Samurai were brought up with honor and a very strict moral code that wasn't to be bent in any way. Let's say that being seduced by a peasant, someone leagues below his social status, was something to be frowned upon. Especially when said peasant wasn't doing it actively. Everything about this situation was, in fact, forbidden.

"I'm feeling well, lady Y/N." - Sakai said after staring at you for longer than socially acceptable. Much to his dismay, you were staring into the distance, taking in the beautiful sunset in distance. - "The wounds are deep and they'll take weeks before healing properly. It'll take months before I'll be able to do everything I'm used to, but your care saved me a lot of time. Tell me, how comes a common peasant knows so much about medicine?" - Your eyes snapped back to Sakai, making his heart skip a beat. Imperceptible blush spreaded on his cheeks, the knowledge of your attention spreading hot blood through his stream. The spark in his eyes intensified ever so slightly.

"That's simple, my Lord. Back at my home, I was an appretince to a wise healer who tried passing her legacy onto me. The woman taught me how to ready and how to write, so I sould archive various medical records and read how to mix and make tinctures and medicine otherwise too intricate to memorize. In exchange for her time and patience, I helped running her household and took care of everyday things for her, I cooked for her, did her dishes, washed her clothes... The healer even let me assist her when bandits or ronins assaulted our homes. It could be a perfect little life if it didn't anger my parents so much." "Why wouldn't your parents be proud of their daughter becoming a healer? Such life path is always admirable, healers are needed and well-respected." "Not for them, no. They've always dreamt of marrying me and sister off to a good family, a family where they'd have a lot of food, good husbands... Envisioned me with children. Being a healer might be rewarding, but it's also lonely. Their envisioment of my life wouldn't excite me, neither would it fulfill me."

"Going against your parents wishes..." "There aren't any wishes anymore, my Lord, not after what the Mongols did to them. I'm a woman without a family and past, without dowry and therefore, without any future. Lady Kohaku knows I'm unmarriable, but accepted my services anyway, so I'm very grateful." - Bowing elegantly, you forced a smile on your face. Your desire was to be a healer, that much was true; but becoming one wouldn't mean you'd be forever alone. You wanted a family and children. But it would be a gruel task to achiever such dream without any dowry or estate. Seeing the muscles in your face twitch unhappily, Sakai decided not to follow up on the topic - he was curious, of course, but bringing you grief and pain would be insensitive.

"Where's my horse?" - Sakai asked instead. Watching the corners of your mouth turn upward calmed him, realising he hadn't lost you just yet. "I've personally taken care of it, lord Sakai. It's a strong, stubborn one... Took me a few days before I calmed it down enough to approach it. Such horses, however, also need regular rides to stretch their legs." "Let me guess, you've helped Sora stretched her legs?" - Slowly, Sakai started walking toward the residence. Your time together was coming short - a fact you were painfully aware of. You'd anything just to prolong it a bit more, now that you've caught a glimpse of the thoughtful, playful man under the stone mask of a samurai. You were saddened by his incoming departure. This departure surely meant you won't speak to lord Sakai again. Things like these happened once in a lifetime. At least you were lucky enough to live through it. "Yes. Stretched her legs well, she helped me taking care of everyday needs, helped me bring rice and food." "She's calm, she's an amazing horse. I'm glad she could be of use."

With that, you finally reached the back shoji leading into the kitchen. Sakai swung onto the terace, still facing you, his lips sealed in one thing, straight line. If you'd have to describe Jin Sakai, you'd have to threat carefully. A wrong word would reveal all the excitement you felt in your guts - it would reveal how close was this man to bringing you onto your knees. You'd start by disclosing he's very handsome and charming, something you wouldn't see yourself admitting about a samurai. Truth be told, you didn't have a lot of experience with men, as you've said. Kohaku always said that good manners were a way into a girl's heart and also, when she got too drunk, she'd admit it was a good way between her legs... Well, lady Kohaku was right. This was the first intimate conversation with a man since you've been a little kid. The first conversation that had your face flushed.

"I'll leave you to your reconvalescence now, lord Sakai. It was my pleasure." - As good manners dictated, you bowed properly and deeply. To your surprise, Sakai repeated your actions, bowing even deeper than you did. Such respect... How did you earn it? "I shall thank you for your time and attention then, lady Y/N. May the Kami forever favor you. I am in your debt." - Sakai answered. "Don't... I... I am not a lady, my lord. Just a simple girl who doesn't deserve your gratitude." - Saying that, you straightened up and turned on your heels, leaving him there to pursue your duties.

That day's chores weren't dreadful neither were they long. The excitement of walking around Lord Sakai, even if it was walking on eggshells, made everything more enjoyable. Even doing the dishes wasn't as dreadful as it usually was, in fact, it was done better and faster than it would be otherwise. When you were done with everything, you finally gathered yourself for the talk with lady Kohaku. She was calm as usual, casually informing you about your duties for the following week. Having a schedule always calmed you down.

Soon after, you were finished with your duties, joining the other girls in the gathering room. Just as expected, Lord Sakai was the guest of honor for the evening, sitting right in the middle. The Geishas were amusing him with music, dance and various anectodes. It was a surprise to all when Sakai stood up way before the night was coming to an end. He didn't seem bored, so all the girls looked at Kohaku with confusion. The lady of the house, however, accepted Sakai's bow with one of her own and watched as he started walking toward the shoji.

"I can't thank you and your Geishas enough for providing me with help and pleasant distraction in time of dire need, lady Kohaku. I shall leave your residence early in the following morning, not to cause more trouble than necessary." - Sakai expressed with true gratitutude written all over his face. Kohaku chuckled in response, waving her palm at him. As you and the other Geishas bowed to lord Sakai as well, you couldn't help but raise your eyes and take a good look at him for one last time. For the love of gods, this man was so handsome it was painful - each of his moves was filled with grace, his face one of the most beautiful views you've seen in your life. The yukata lady Kohaku landed Sakai was highlighting his neck and shoulders - your fingers itched just so you could touch his warm skin again. That, however, was forever to be just a fragment memory, an indecent wish and a hopeless with. You still recalled every crevice of his form, all the muscles, fair skin, wounds and unhealed scars. Seeing him walking around like that was making your imagination run wild. Kohaku, thankfully, put an end to your wandering and distracted mind.

"It was our utmost pleasure to provide you with refuge and aid, young master. Please, carry on with my wish and chose a companion for your bath, as the proof of our utmost loyalty and support. My girls are excited to entertain you." - At that moment, you could hear the giggles and excited sighs all over the room. It felt like a gutwrenching punch, taking all the color from your face. Lord Sakai was to choose a companion for the night, huh? Someone who'd make him laugh, someone who'd ease his mind and make lo... A companion. He might've been a man of honor, but you weren't a silly little girl either. You knew how accompanying such a handsome and interesting man went. No Gaisha would be strong enough to endure his charm.

Your house had all kinds of entertainers. These were the most beautiful and graceful women your prefecture had to offer, the best of the best. Yui was dangerous, seductive and not adhering to the Geisha code at all - she'd keep lord Sakai very entertained, you imagined. His eyes turned in her direction, having you almost throw your heart out, that much was for sure, but he just nodded at Kohaku and stood up. After that, he was on his way.

"I've already informed you of my choice, lady Kohaku. I'm not plannig on acceptin anyone's company... Other than hers, that is. I can't express enough of my gratitude for the care lady Y/N has provided me with, I'm afraid, so this would be my way of thanking her. Please, I hope you adhere to my sincere wish." "And as I've said, young man, it's for her to choose. I won't force this upon her, since she's not one of my Geishas." - The woman answered with a mischievous grin, having all the girls giggle even more uncontrollably. You could feel their palms on your shoulders, their excited whispers and sighs. Even Yui was looking at you with genuine surprise. "Wouldn't expect you to do otherwise, ma'am." - Sakai whispered, leaving the gathering room. In that instant, the ruckus started - the girls were talking over one another, giggling excitedly. Some of them were giving you tips on how to behave, what topic to avoid, some were offering to lend you their best kimonos. It wasn't until Kohaku clapped her hand that they fell silent, stepping aside.

You, you realized. Sakai chose you as his companion for the night. He chose an everyday woman over all these beautiful, interesting Geishas. Kohaku knew well it wouldn't be wise to let you accompany Sakai. You were a damn peasant, not a woman brought up to be an entertainer. Lady Kohaku was well aware of that fact. She even thought about denying the request right away... But... It was lord Sakai she was talking about. This man was a myth and a legend giving strength to people. He was their reason to continue living and fighting. He was the reason the Mongolians haven't destroyed all fibres of hope just yet. And, well, Kohaku promised to show the utmost loyalty of the house. Being in Sakai's good graces would lead to being in lord Shimura's good grace - that was why she turned to you, waiting for you to stutter out any semblance of an answer.

"Well, get on your feet, dear girl. The young lord chose you as his company for the night." "Ma'am, you can't do this to me. I'm just a peasant, I have no manners, I'll let some ridiculous thought slip past my lips and anger his grace - it's not a good idea. Yui or Akali would be much wiser, safer choice..." "Young one." - Kohaku stopped you, watching as the other girls prepared sake and refreshments for the young lord. - "Have more faith in yourself. If it was such a bad idea, I wouldn't even play with the thought. Worry not, I'm not naive - I'm aware that young lord sees something in you, something he doesn't see in the others. You've learnt much from watching my other girls. All you have to do is to be polite, empathise with his feelings and understand his thoughts - don't forget you're not only representing yourself, you're representing this house. Here." - Carefully, Kohaku pressed the wooden tray into your palms. - "All you have to do is disagree. If you wouldn't want to do..." "I want to do it. I want to... Entertain and accompany the young lord." - You exclaimed to stop her rambling, agreeing maybe a bit too enthusiastically. Kohaku didn't say a word, but her smile said it all. "You aren't a Geisha tonight, young one. Forget the pressure and stay calm for me, all right? As for the question of your mizuage..." (author's note: mizuage is basically a geisha selling her virginity to her highest bitting client) "Ma'am!" - You exclaimed, pure shock in your expression. "... I claim no ownership over it. Whatever you wish to do with your worth and purity is your own decision. As I've said, you aren't a Geisha under my watch." - And with that, Kohaku pushed you right out of the door.

Before you gathered yourself, Sakai turned to you - to a decomposed, blushing mess whose palms shook so wildly that you almost dropped all the damn alcohol and food. Trying to stay composed, you inhaled deeply and tried sending him a warm smile. When he returned the smile, your heart flipped inside your chest. Something in his expression made you feel special, beautiful... Seen. As if someone, for the first time in your life, took your presence in properly.

"I'm so pleased to see you... I hope my wish hadn't trouble you. Let me express my happiness over knowing you decided to adhere to it. Also, I hope I haven't caught you off guard. That would trouble me." - The samurai muttered as he approached you, realizing well that there were more than twenty pairs of ears listening in. He didn't break the boundaries of politeness, but even him being just three steps away made you giddy up. "I'm honored, my lord. Please, follow me." - Your voice was shaky, just like your hands. Slowly, you set out in the direction of the hot springs. It was a well secluded sanctuary, well hidden from unwanted glances. Sakura trees were bending over it under the weight of their many flowers. When it was your lucky day, you could sit in the hot water, sip on tea and watch parrost sitting on the branches as the sun slowly set down. It was beautiful.

Geishas neither you used the water too often. But when you needed to relax after a long and challenging day, you asked Kohaku to use it. Mostly, you were alone in there to enjoy the calmness of nature. It always cleared your mind and spirit most soothingly. Yet now, your heart was racing when you knew who was walking behind you.

Not to let lord Sakai waiting, you positioned his sake and food so he could grab it any time, lighting up the lamps around the hot spring. When you were done with it, you wanted to look at the man, but you quickly turned back to the lamp to keep his personal space intact. You saw the yukata slipping from his shoulders, revealing the wounds and smooth skin under it. To contain the nerves, you took in a deep breath and waited for the splash which let you know he's sitting.

"What... What do you wish to speak about, my lord?" - Your quiet voice destroyed the utter silence as you walked to the side of the hot spring. You leaned your palm into the ground and watched his face and shoulders, seeing as he started to relax.

"Whatever comes to your mind, lady. I usually spend the time in hot spring to reflect on my life, destiny, and journey; about the path, I've already endured." - Lord Sakai explained to you calmly. Gods, not only he wanted to have you there, but be also wanted you to speak about what you wished. You were very confused. - "It is a long time ago when I had someone accompanying me in a holy place like this." - Jin whispered. That was something that caught your attention - and he told you to speak about whenever you wanted to talk about, right?

"Are you alone often, my lord?" - You asked, having him immediately looking at you. Was this question too much? According to his gaze, it was. - "I'm sorry if I'm too bold or too rude, my lord." - "Path of the warrior is a lonely one. You often lose the ones you care for, as I did lose my uncle. Ever since Mongols came to my island and so swore to bring them to justice, I was alone, yes." - Lord Sakai explained once more, smiling at you even more.

"Never apologize for curiousness, please. I'm glad you asked exactly the question you had on your mind." - And he meant what he said. He was glad he'd met such a direct woman. Geishas could talk for hours and hours, but slowly, the conversation got repetitive. These women never told him a direct piece of information, they never asked daring, eyebrow-raising questions, so this was more fun for him. Yet you were looking nervous about that topic, which made you talk.

"I am no geisha, my lord. I can't make your time nicer with dancing, neither have I mastered the art of communication. I don't want you to think that I'm rude, please." - You spoke out silently when you slowly lead your palm on the nape of your neck. Sakai smiled and nodded at that, watching you sitting beside the hot spring.

"I know you're not one of them. That's why I asked you to accompany me." - The man said honestly, leaning his elbows into the rocks behind him. - "Normal people like you can be humbling and soothing to be around when it's needed."

Well, at least the man knew how to be honest with you and still be polite about it. He just told you that you're a peasant, but was so gentle about the fact that it didn't sound like an insult.

"Thank you, my lord," - "Jin. Please. Call me Jin. I want to be just a normal human being tonight." - The man breathed out and it was obvious that this wish had a deeper meaning than just calling him by his name. Yet at the time, you didn't dare to think about where this conversation was slowly going.

"I just wanted to be polite." - You told him sincerely. The samurai smiled at your casual innocence but didn't comment on it. - "I tell you a secret. Being born to a family ruling over Tsushima made me used to hear the title every day. Every word and every act reminds me of the duties I carry for the people, for the honor. Yet... Sometimes I want to have someone who'll see me for the person I am, for Jin inside of lord Sakai. But it's difficult to ask for it sometimes." - Jin described honestly.

All you could do was to try to understand what he meant by that. I'm the end, you never had close to having a status of royalty of any sort. Still, you nodded in the end. - "I'll do my best, Jin." - When you realized that the man is about to bathe himself, your eyes widened in horror. - "You can't do that. Your wounds would reopen."

"Want to do this on your own?" - Sakai teased you with a grin, but when he saw how serious your face got, he realized that he might have exactly what he asked for. Which, if he'd be honest, made his abdomen throb with excitement. - "Please?" - The man asked seriously this time, looking at you.

You shouldn't be touching a man in such away. And for the love of gods, you knew that. But you got up nonetheless, sitting behind him. Slowly, you dipped your fingers into the warm water, sliding your palms across his shoulders and upper back.

To your surprise, the man gave into the touch willingly, leaning into the smallest touch he could get with desperation. It was too long from the last time he wasn't alone - so long it excited him way more than it should. Your voice almost freaked him out.

"Excuse me?" - Jin asked when he realized you were talking to him. - "I'm asking if everything's good." - A giggle left your lips. He had just groaned when you put a bit of pressure to your thumb, massaging the back of his neck. Before he had time to answer, you untied the hachimaki from his forehead to let his hair down.

"Better than good." - Jin sighed dreamily when you dipped your fingers into his hair as you massaged his scalp. Your heart skipped a beat when Jin turned around and reached for your foot to slip it down to the water. And it was relaxing when he put it over his shoulder. Just when you thought it can't be better, his fingers started to run across your foot and calf, smoothing it gently.

"What are you doing?" - You smiled nervously, watching his hand sliding down from your knee. Suddenly, the man leaned the back of his head into your other leg, looking at you.

Gods, you were breath-taking. Maybe it was just the long-running loneliness that followed his journey, Jin couldn't know. But it felt right to do this at the moment although it was bad in every possible way, it was disrespectful to the culture you've been raised in every possible way... But it felt tempting to give in to the passion.

Samurai should've to control his emotions on every step of his journey. He should keep his head and heart clear of hatred or other affectionate feelings that could blur the perception of the outside world. And at that moment, Jin was failing miserably.

He didn't have a lover by his side for months. Jin hadn't got a chance to touch a woman's body, to kiss their skin, to flicker his tongue on their neck or their thighs. But... You were there. You were close and warm, making cold shiver running down his spine. And it was probably better if he'd clean his head from these dirty thoughts before riding off to continue his quest.

Lazily, the man ran the tip of his nose next to your knee pit just moments before he planted a gentle kiss there. He could feel the gentle jolt of your muscles.

This small reaction told Jin more than any amount of words you'd ever say. It was admirable did him that there were still women who were still oblivious to the other one's touch. He hadn't met one in a long time. Concubines were usually already learned in the art of pleasure. But Jin felt deeper sympathies towards empty sheets of paper. And so he planted a few more kisses on the small spot.

As you jolted again, your fingers tugged the man's hair, putting him in place. The man gently let your leg fall into the hot spring water as he slowly turned at you, picking his strong body out of the water.

His lips traveled on your leg higher and higher, kissing through your clothes. Your whole abdomen suddenly throbbed when the man almost pushed his head between your thighs. That would be shameful for sure, but for all the gods that were out there, you wanted it.

In the next moment, Sakai was leaning his palms next to your thighs. You were disappointed that the hot spring waters were poorly lighted - the water was barely reaching his abdomen and if he'd be lit up, you'd see some more things. But the lamp was behind his back.

"Join me. I beg you. I won't tell lady Kohaku." - The man whispered, pulling his face closer to yours before stealing one peck from your cheek. Nervously, you looked away and tried to gather some personal space by putting your palms on his chest. And that was another mistake you made. His muscles were tensed and firmed from the journey he had gone through so far and his heart was racing... Just like yours. Could it be? Could he be attracted to you as well?

Quickly, you glanced around if anyone in the residence can see what is happening there, but the lights were already out. There was only Jin and you.

"But don't look at me until I'm covered in water." - You accepted his offer and the man nodded, turning away from you while sitting back down. Slowly, you slipped the worn-out yukata off your shoulders, checking if Jin's keeping his word. And he did keep it. To assure he won't see anything, you put your palm on his upper back as you slipped into the hot water. A relaxed sigh left you, which you couldn't fight, as you sat on the other side of the spring, watching Jin sitting back on his place.

"Thank you, Y/N." - Jin lowered his head before he poured you a bit of sake, offering it to you. Immediately, you shook your head. - "This is a gift for you, Jin, I'm not allowed to drink it."

"But I wish so. Drink up with me, please." - The man hummed teasingly, catching your palm to his so he could place the cup in your fingers. - "To your best health, my lord." - And with is, you drank every drop of sake in the cup. And it was delicious. You hadn't tasted sake in a long time, so the taste made you smile.

There was chatter as you both drank the wine - you talked about his friends, what happened to your home, what happened at the Komoda beach... It was pleasant. But the alcohol and hot water made you bolder than you were before. Suddenly, the man asked you one simple question, which made you giggle in its entirety. - "What did you hear about me? About the great Lord Sakai?" - Jin smiled at you, making you furrow a bit. The reason behind this question felt a bit off, but who were you not to answer the man, right?

"I've heard that you're the man who is talking to the foxes and birds and following them around Tsushima. The guardian, who is hiding in the shadows and patiently awaits for the moment when samurai can strike and defend the island once again... But you're also known as the Ghost. That's the most favorite story out here." - You smiled in that direction of the water, enjoying the warmth of it. - "Now, I have one question for you too, Jin. Why did you... Chose me, Jin? All of these girls are beautiful, but you asked for a peasant. It feels like a strange dream." - You smiled, giving him the cup back. The samurai's face showed you he was caught off guard, but soon, the calm man was back.

"Do you want the polite answer or can I say the one which is on my mind?" - Jin sipped the last cup of his sake as well, looking somewhere into the water. You didn't answer, but the teasing smile told him everything. - "Lady Kohaku promised me company for the night if I'd like to have some. She asked me to choose a girl who'd catch my eye. And when you came out of the house, I saw you for the first time with my very own eyes and when I got to know you're my savior, I just felt blessed by the gods. You're beautiful, you seem to be smart, thoughtful, and more entertaining than any of the geishas." - Sakai said honestly, ignoring the boundaries of politeness. Soon, you felt his foot caressing yours under the water.

Did he found you beautiful? Smart? Even when you were clearly in a much lower social class than he was? - "I guess this answer wasn't meant to be the polite one, was it?" - You asked back nervously, making the man smile widely when you smoothed his leg back. You could feel the tensed, hard muscles under your toe. It was feeling very inappropriate, but strangely exciting. And it was making the spot between your legs ache nicely.

"No, but we told each other we'll be talking about what's on our minds, right?" - The man got up, diving under the surface to clean up his face and hair, surfacing in front of you. The man was beautiful as well, you had to say. Would it be right to listen to your instincts? To pick your palm up and smooth the stubble on his jaw? To kiss the man? - "What is on your mind now?" - Jin whispered and lowered to the water to hold your feet gently, rising it to the level of his pelvis, slowly smoothing a way to your bottom as he still was coming closer and closer. His actions made you gulp.

"You." - At which the man grinned, running the tip of his tongue on his nicely shaped lips. - "What's funny about that?" - You mumbled nervously, having this funny grin on your face. This was making your head dizzy once again. - "I have you on my mind as well." - Jin whispered and kneeled, still holding your legs open before he kissed you. There was this weird, surprising humming sound leaving your lips when he did so. You forgot how did kissing someone felt - and it was spreading that warm and fuzzy feeling inside your chest, making you smile into the kiss.

The warm water around you was slowly making your blood boiling, your muscles were jello-like just from the kiss alone. Against everything you had on your mind, your palms started to travel on the neck covered in harsh stubble, continuing lower to his collarbones just to feel the heart beating inside his chest. The man didn't lose a single moment with staring at your body - his palms moved up and down on your thighs, having you trembling every time his fingers teased the inner part of it, but it could be felt that his fingers were trembling.

To be honest, the man found it quite amusing, having your muscles jolting frequently. You barely noticed the first time Jin rolled his tongue over yours. But when you realized that, your hands entwined in his hair as you left out another greedy groan. Everything was heating way faster than you thought it would, but you couldn't say a single word against it. The whole act was making you aroused beyond just fun. At that point, if Jin would bail out of the thing he started, you'd probably slap him pretty hard.

The kiss was making you grin, but there could be felt that neither of you is exactly a master of seduction and sexual activities. This fact made you wondering a bit again - Jin was coming across as sexual god of some sort inside your head since he was a lonely man. Why wouldn't he fuck with someone on his journey, right? He already broke the samurai codex, having sex would most probably the last thing his uncle would care about. And what eyes couldn't see, that couldn't hurt the heart. But... You were wrong. And it was calming you down to know that you were both equally nervous.

"Aren't you about to pass out on me, right?" - A tease left your mouth when you both stopped for a second to gather some air, Jin leaned his forehead to yours to keep at least some sort of physical contact with you. His smile widened at the joke as he still was trying to catch his breath.

"Maybe my wounds will reopen because of the excitement you're bringing me." - And there was his lowering voice getting a bit raspier than before. There was no pressure on anything. You could say no at any minute, even if you didn't want to, just like he could refuse to continue. And because you and neither him weren't anywhere near perfectly skilled kissers, your jaws were hurting.

"Do you want to share the excitement? Or would you prefer to keep that to yourself?" - You asked, your voice dropping in the middle. Jin just grinned and tried to be the confident one of the situation. But boy oh boy, his palms weren't shaking as much when he was about to murder someone for the first time as they were in the moment. The man tried to appear seductive and cocksure as he licked your lips, moving closer between your legs, stealing another kiss from you as he leads his palm between your thighs.

Jin's eyebrows flew a bit higher when he realized that the small intimate part of your body he smoothed gently was boiling and wet, but in a different way than the water around. Sure, he was with some concubines, but with them, he never got a chance to try anything he wished to. But with you, it was different. He had time, serenity and your full attention to try whatever he desired.

Which was a thing that was possible only in his wildest dreams?

Nothing could prepare you for the moment when Jin just pushed his fingers inside you. He did with the best of care, but it still made you squirm, eyes widen, and your whole body jump at the feeling of penetration. The man stopped with everything as well, sat his ass on the top of his heels, and didn't know what to do - so he was scared to push the fingers out of you.

"Did I hurt you? I didn't mean to," - "Give me a moment." - You got out with your eyes closed, leaning your back to the stone on the edge of the hot spring. Your palms didn't stop to travel around Jin's body, you didn't stop smoothing even for a second as you tried to wrap your head around the feeling alone. When you felt ready to take another step, you sent a nod with your eyes closed still, moving your ass to make sure Jin has you in the best angle possible. And so, the fingers inside of you started moving. And once you got over the weird pain, it started to be enjoyable for you. So much it brought a small smile on your face while the man concentrated on the moves of his whole arm, slowly increasing the speed of his moves. Slowly, you slipped your hand to accompany his, playing with the small, sensitive bud. Your other palm caught the nape of his neck, tugging on his hair.

The excitement turned into hums, hums turned to moans and moans were slowly pitching up and up until your whole body tensed up. And for all the holy spirits, this felt way better than when you tried it on your own.

You didn't even portray some fingers tearing orgasm, you just smiled lazily and closed your eyes, smiling in the direction of the sky. - "Was that enough excitement for you, dearest, or do you want some more?" - Jin whispered, feeling himself almost exploding solely based on the way you were tightening around his fingers.

"I can handle a bit more, I think. But you have to be gentle with me, dearest." - You answered in the same happy tone as he asked you, massaging his scalp with the tips of your fingers. Sure, your body was feeling dizzy already, but you could take some more surely. And it made the man happy to hear such words from you.

"Why don't you stop smiling for a second?" - You hummed when the man helped you outside the water onto the grass next to the hot spring. He couldn't deny the fact you were making him smile all the time and the expression was especially hard to get off his face. What just happened was still freshly implanted to his brain and honestly, Jin hoped that it will stay that way until the time he meets you again. Oh, sure.

When this crossed his mind, he was pleasantly surprised. Could this be more than a one-time convenience, maybe? He could ask you to go with him to save Tsushima, couldn't he? It was surely at least worth a shot. But these thoughts weren't appropriate at the moment you were at. You've sat down first, sending the man a sweet smile before tugging on his palms to lure him down on the ground. The grass was soothingly cold and velvet-like soft, so you didn't mind laying on your back while the man kneeled between your legs. You felt the brown eyes slowly analyzing every small spot on your upper body he was able to see. At that moment, he couldn't wait to entwine his fingers inside your hair, running his palms down your shoulders, gently palming both your breasts and play with your nipples. Or, he could take you from behind doing a position he was dreaming of. No, that could wait. Because his bottom was so under pressure he thought he'll most likely going to explode any minute.

So he did what he wanted to do. With another shy smile, he helped you lift your pelvis off the ground, holding it in the air so you both would have the best possible angles you could archive. Slowly, Jin had entered you with the biggest love and care he was capable of. And on your own, your body bolted a bit away from him as you opened your mouth to let out a muffled sound. If his fingers made you squirm in slight uncomfortableness, this was a new level of everything. You'd swear you could put your ankles behind your head for a moment, your thighs were on fire for a minute when you tried to get used to the width of his hips. Yet just as before, all it took was a few moves before he made sure your feet were leaned into the ground and he let his palms wander around your chest.

He tried to stay on his knees as long as his willpower let him before pushing your both to the ground, bouncing on you until you both started to moan and gasped for air in a mess of an embrace, where the man put his fingers to your hair with his elbow leaned to the ground below you. For a reason, he needed to keep your face close to his, but it was sweet. Your nails slowly dug into the skin on his back, traveling lower until you caressed his ass when you felt his moves are slowly getting sloppier and sloppier. This man was just about to climax, you deduced - and it was making you aroused to hear the growls leaving his neck.

You never realized that men made sounds when they were enjoying themselves as well. His teeth gritted as he got back on his knees - and the next moment, it was done and finished. Warm fluid covered the area from your belly to your breasts as you laid there without your breath and eyes happily closed. You didn't reach the peak at that time, but to your surprise, you didn't fucking care. He was happy and relaxed and truly, that was all that mattered at the moment.

"We should clean you up, come on." - The man breathed out tiredly, helping you back on your feet as he led you back to the water. There was no sitting on the opposite sides of the hot springs at that time, no. You sat right next to him and leaned your back into Jin's chest while putting your palm on his inner thigh. Unconsciously, you drew small circles there, enjoying the relaxed feeling and a feeling of serenity you felt. You made sure that none of how wounds had re-opened and you better give offerings to the spirits, because the man looked healthy.

"This was beautiful." - You mumbled after a moment, watching his jaw covered in stubble. Jim's lips rose to a big smile before he pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead. And when he sighed, you knew that something's on his mind. So you asked what's that about.

"Are you happy here, living your mundane life? Or are you doing it out of habit and for the safety it provides you? Have you ever thought of that?" - The samurai seemed to be surprised with the depth of his thoughts as his eyebrows arched a bit, creating a small wrinkle on the bridge of his nose. What was this question hinting at? What was he chasing after?

"I think I am happy with having a normal, mundane life of a peasant. You know, I was born into one, I can't imagine what it's like to belong to royalty, to have these privileges, what's like to right for honor and dignity. I never had to do that, you see? So, it is hard for me to imagine a different life. I am happy." - Your final words confirmed the whole train of thoughts you had as you looked back onto the night sky.

"So if I'd propose to you the idea of leaving this place by my side," - Jin breathed out. For a moment, you thought he's just making fun of you. This just couldn't be real. - "To fight for the right thing, would you accept the proposition?" - He wasn't kidding in the slightest bit, damn. Every word he said was truthful to what he was thinking about and wishing for. But this idea was dangerous to begin with, ultimately degrading an honor of a samurai - to have a peasant woman traveling the island by his side could be a thing people would raise their eyebrows at. Let alone imagining the scenario when he would publically proclaim you may be his partner in any way.

They wouldn't make Jin commit seppuku because it would violate the Bushido codex in such a way. These sorts of relationships were more or less simply forbidden. Yes, there were stories of married men seducing farmers and stuff, but... These relationships were kept hidden away in secret, and if someone got to know that married men were anticipating such relationships, they dismissed the talks as rumors, not committing to it. Was that what Jin was asking you for? Or was he simply hoping he would gather another fighter for his cause?

"Most likely not. The girls need any hand they can use to take care of the house. Especially in a time like this. And I am grateful for the appreciation and the care they took me to their household with. I couldn't stumble into a better house on any coincidence, Jin." - With that, you turned to him, pulling your this over his knees to pull closer to him. - "Calling you by your name is enough of a privilege to me. Don't take this personally, please, but I don't see that happening. That would raise a lot of untrust into the samurai family of Sakai, bringing you personally a lot of bad luck and light."

"It's nice that you care about my honor so much, Y/N, but... I've already violated the Bushido codex so many times in so many ways I will be proclaimed ronin when the occupation is ended. I have murdered people without honor and respect, but... My uncle won't make me do seppuku, that I am sure of, but he won't accept my loyalty and service anymore." - And with that, Jin gave you another look, which made your corners turned a bit upwards. You knew what he's proposing you with this statement, but you didn't answer to the context. - "Social statutes won't mean as much after that, you know?"

"If we meet again one day, I will be sure that it was meant by destiny. Yet until that day, it is how it is." - You sighed and leaned your chin to the crook of his neck. His hand started to smooth your upper back gently. - "I am just a peasant and youre a honorous samurai, Jin Sakai. You are destined to do amazing things.

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Meddle About • Jin Sakai

Author Note: I am currently a whore for Jin Sakai. He truly needs all the love and action-

Plot: Jin’s first love appears with Tenzo for the first time after years of Jin thinking he’s dead.

Pairing: Jin Sakai x Male (OC)

Warnings: Possessive Jin, praise, Choking, Dom Jin if you squint, Gay Shit, Some FtM, and Ya Know- Even More Gay Shit

Extras: The oc’s name I’ll use is: Hanzo (means half and to hide). And of course, stick with my FtM Smut Brand. Since this is set in Samurai days, it’ll just be with Hanzo having a homemade chest bind and he has voice trained himself for a deeper voice. This also takes place on iki island. Jin’s wearing his traveler’s attire. Also Hanzo’s outfit: Word Count: 2,929

Song: Meddle About - Chase Atlantic

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“We only met each other the other day,

but you already got me feeling

some type of way.”

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the waters grew wild as jin’s boat began to fight the current. the samurai ran to the captain the best he could to try and make sure he was okay.

the water became too strong as their boat flipped over and all the passengers were cast out to sea. the last thing jin could remember was calling out for his horse, kage.

~ time skip ~

jin had managed to survive as he washed up on shore. he had some minor injuries and bruises but nothing too severe to stop him. he had to find kage and get into cover. he got away from the eagle after drinking some of her poison and meeting with a raider, tenzo.

the two made their way through the back entrance of the raider’s main hiding location. after the handful of stares that jin had received, he and tenzo had made it to see fune.

“tenzo, you better have a damned good reason to have brought a samurai here.” the woman grunted.

“you told me to go out and find capable fighters. here’s one, without him me and my men wouldn’t have made it back.” tenzo defended.

an intense eye contact was shared between the two before fune spoke. “fine, but one wrong move and it’ll be both your lives.”

“i promise no harm. i simply wish to stop the eagle before she reaches my home, tsushima.” jin interjected.

fune waved her hand in dismissal of his words. “i’ll hold that to you, samurai. anyways, we have bigger issues right now. a mongol ship has been blasting areas close to our home. they’ll discover us sooner or later if we don’t stop them now.”

tenzo spoke quickly with a plan, “i can take a handful of my men and jin to take down the boat.”

“take hanzo with you. i know he’s been just itching to have some mongols meet the end of his blade.” fune chuckled before turning her head slightly and yelling, “hanzo! get your ass up here. you’re going with tenzo and his samurai to take down a mongol ship.”

silence fell for a moment until another figure came up the latter. the figure was wearing a red traveler’s outfit with a black straw hat. mouth and nose covered with a face covering mainly used by thieves.

once the figured made their way over to the three, he looked up to meet jin’s eyes, a shock expression appeared. jin’s eyes matched the look but he said nothing, along with hanzo. it was too risky.

hanzo managed to hide his expression quickly before looking towards fune. “why is there a samurai here?” voice filled with venom, making sure to play his act more.

“the samurai claims that he’s here to stop the eagle. we’re believing him for now as we could use his skill. anyways, that’s not the most important part.” fune responded.

twenty minutes pasted as the four all came up with a solid plan and all going their separate way. jin quickly made his way around the little village in search of hanzo. he had to know if it was truly him.

hanzo was making sure to hide in the shadows away from jin until he got a bit closer to his area. once he could pull jin in without anyone noticing, he did.

jin was met with a tight hug from hanzo once the two were hidden away. jin was confused for a moment before hugging back.

when the two pulled away, jin was first to speak, “Maisaki, is it really you?” hanzo physically cringed at the use of his old name. trying his best to forget that part of himself.

“yes jin… but do you remember what i told you about me? how i didn’t feel like maisaki or really like a girl?” hanzo asked calmly. his hands still on jin’s torso as he looked up at the samurai.

jin broke eye contact as he thought for a moment before turning back to meet hanzo’s gaze. “i apologize, i did forget until just now. forgive me, hanzo. which may i add, suits you well.”

hanzo blushed at his words and quickly looked away to hide it. jin and hanzo were each other’s first ever loves. neither of them knew what to do in that situation so they remained very close friends. of course, their friendship was hidden from everyone because of jin’s father. hanzo would’ve been disowned if anyone had found out about his friendship with the butcher of iki’s son.

“what are you doing here, really? i thought you were dead after what happened at kamono.” hanzo asked as the two left the shadows together once they noticed everyone not looking at their general direction. they made sure to stay a good distance away as they kept their conversation to a hush.

“i was fixed up by a woman named yuna. she helped me along with a few other friends of mine to save lord shimura from khun. i thought i died on that beach too, but without her i would have.” jin paused for a moment before responding to the first question asked. “i meant what i said to fune about the eagle. some of her men ended up on tsushima and causing madness amongst my people. i came to put a stop to it. the normal mongols are enough of a threat.”

the pair grew silent as hanzo took in jin’s words. they had just reached the top of the village and mounted their horses. jin was the first to break the silence.

“what about you? i thought you had died too after my father…” jin trailed off.

hanzo was silent for a moment before responding. “you’re father slaughter half of my village, including my parents. that part i didn’t mind as much as they were cruel people anyways. but some of the other kids that lost their parents didn’t know how to fend for themselves so i tried my best to get them to where i live now. i couldn’t come see you after i had heard about your father. it was too risky and the other kids needed my guidance.”

hanzo was raised as a thief and became extremely good with daggers and a bow. if hanzo didn’t wanna be seen, you would not see him. that’s the one good thing that he got from his parents. jin knew this and he didn’t hold it against the boy. his feelings for hanzo still grew rapidly.

the night grew darker and the pair came across an abandoned house. the house looked raided a bit destroyed, probably from the mongol’s doing. other than that, it would hold up for the night.

“shall me? like old times?” hanzo smiled while getting off his horse. he gave his jet black horse a few pets and a treat before heading inside. jin watched hanzo intently, unconsciously licking his lips.

a memory of the two sharing their first kiss under some cherry blossom trees popped up in his head. he smiled fondly at the sweet kiss. they had to be around the age of 16 when jin had brought hanzo over to see his father’s fort while everyone was away.

they made it to the training area where a beautiful cherry blossom tree was held. there jin had managed to gather enough courage to pin hanzo to the tree and kiss him softly. the kiss turned slightly heated as hanzo’s hands grasped more on jin’s hair and pulled jin’s body closer to him.

jin shook his head to pull himself from the memory, his head tingling slightly from the phantom feeling of his hair being tugged on. it was enough to feel something he hasn’t felt in a long time, lust.

“jin! you coming?” hanzo’s head popped out from the window to check in on the samurai.

“yes, sorry. i was just thinking about tomorrow.” jin lied as he made his way inside. hanzo had changed from his traveler’s attire to just a blue kamono, the top of his chest exposed but the rest was hidden by some bandages wrapped around his mid section.

“what are those bandages?” jin asked slightly concerned. hanzo looked down to see his bindings being slightly exposed, he quickly covered it the best he could with his kamono.

“it’s not a wound so don’t worry. it just some bindings to hide my…” hanzo trailed off, not comfortable saying the rest. jin understood and apologized for his intrusion.

“it’s alright. you haven’t seen me in awhile and i’m probably the first person you ever met that is this way.” hanzo smiled sweetly.

jin returned the smile, “you are but i’ll always respect you. you know that.” jin walked closer towards hanzo. hanzo blushed once more at his words while also backing away slightly, well, until his back hit the wall.

“jin?” hanzo’s breath staggered slightly. “what are you doing?”

“finishing what we started under those cherry blossoms. if that’s alright with you?” jin replied, voice dropping lower as his hands came on each side of hanzo’s head.

the pair stayed in that position while jin waited for something to confirm that hanzo wanted this.

“my lord…” hanzo breathed out before crashing his lips into jin’s big ones. jin felt a fire build up in him upon hearing those words from hanzo. he never thought those every day words could affective him so much.

hanzo’s hands traveled up to feel jin’s chest, pulling his shirt down off his shoulders, feeling the muscles under. jin grunted from the feeling of hanzo’s fingers against his skin. everything in him was burning with desire and want. something he’s only ever experienced with hanzo.

hanzo soon removed jin’s shirt completely which led him to pulling away and admiring jin’s chest and toned stomach. he didn’t have fully defined abs but the sight itself was still enough to make hanzo’s core warm up even more.

“mind if i?” jin’s face was now kissing along hanzo’s neck and collar bone as he moved to place his hands to pull off the kamono.

“please, just not the bindings.” hanzo consented. jin respected his wishes with the bindings and removed only his kamono, leaving hanzo fully exposed.

jin swallowed hard while he took in the sight, hanzo was truly more beautiful than he could have ever imagined. hanzo noticed his stare and got extremely self conscious.

the thief moved to cover what he could of his body but that was stopped by the samurai before him. “don’t hide from me, you’re more handsome that i would have ever imagined.” jin cupped hanzo’s face with one hand while the other moved to wrap around his waist.

jin managed to lift hanzo with one arm and guided him onto the makeshift bed that hanzo had made. hanzo’s hands moved to undo jin’s hair and run his fingers through the long strands.

“fuck, my lord.” hanzo moaned out as jin’s lips trailed down hanzo’s torso and met his core. jin moved hanzo’s thighs onto his shoulders before leaning in and teasing him slightly with his tongue.

hanzo whimpered lightly at this and moved his hips to gain some relief. “jin, please. don’t tease me, i’ve waited years for you.” hanzo begged. hearing his cries, jin gave in and moved his tongue magic on hanzo’s clit while two fingers made their way to his entrance.

hanzo’s fingers grasped tightly onto jin’s hair as he tried to push jin closer to him, feeling like he was on the top of the world right now. jim’s fingers and tongue were like his sword arm, undefeated. hanzo knew jin would be good in bed, but he didn’t think he was this good.

the feeling of hanzo being pushed over the edge was coming up and jin could sense it. hanzo’s legs were shaking at this point as jin matched his tongue’s rhythm with his fingers right on hanzo’s spot.

“my lord! i’m so close! please don’t stop! you do me so well!” hanzo moaned out as his thighs clenched around jin’s head. jin didn’t stop his movements, wanting hanzo to feel like he was on top of the world until the very end.

jin sped up his movements and waiting for hanzo to come undone on his tongue. he didn’t wait long for hanzo’s orgasm to ride through his body. his walls clenching around jin’s fingers as he came hard.

hanzo breathed heavily while jin quickly cleaned up his mess down below. he moved back up to meet hanzo at eye level. “you taste delicious, hanzo. you have no idea how long i’ve waited to taste you. you have no idea how long i’ve wanted you. now that i have you, you won’t ever leave again.”

the thief looked up into jin’s eyes, searching for anything that could say he was lying, but he found nothing. jin meant every word he said and it made hanzo’s heart flutter. hanzo had felt the same way for years. he never made time for any other person that took interest in him. he always played it off as he had no time or he didn’t want to get attached to anyone again, but in reality he just never got over jin sakai.

“oh jin, i’ve been waiting for you for years. i don’t want to leave ever again.” hanzo said before crashing his lips back onto jin’s bigger ones. hanzo helped slip jin out of his remaining clothes before moving one of his hands down to grasp his length and start pumping him slightly.

jin moaned in the kiss and pulled away slightly admire hanzo’s body once more. “you’re so handsome and you’re all mine. my pretty boy.” jin moved a free hand to wrap around hanzo’s neck and applying some pressure before lining himself up to hanzo’s entrance.

“are you ready for me?” jin asked, wanting to make sure that hanzo was comfortable with everything.

hanzo nodded and managed to get some words out, “yes my lord, please make me feel good again.” jin didn’t waste a second to oblige to hanzo’s wish. he pushed himself fully in and waited a few minutes before moving himself back and forth slowly.

jin’s mouth found its way back to hanzo’s collar bones as his grasped tightened slightly. it was tight enough to the point where hanzo’s breathing was limited but not to the point where he couldn’t breathe. the light headedness and the pleasure from jin speeding up his thrusts mixed together and cause hanzo to be on a familiar feeling of pleasure.

it was more intense than how it felt just a minute ago as hanzo’s body was still overly sensitive and coming down from his previous high. jin knew this and used it to his advantage. once he felt content with his choking, he released hanzo’s neck and moved his hand down to rub his overstimulated clit.

hanzo moaned out loudly and clawed at jin’s back, back arched up to meet with jin’s chest. the sight was truly beautiful to jin as he pounded harder into hanzo. he felt hanzo’s tight walls clenching around him like they did with his fingers and it felt like heaven. jin hadn’t imagined something like this could feel so good.

“you feel so good around me, hanzo. you’re doing so good for me. no one else could ever make you feel like this. no one else will ever make you feel this good.” he whispered in hanzo’s ear which followed up with a few moans of his own.

“i’m so close! don’t stop please.” hanzo cried out as he pulled jin closer to his body. jin granted his wishes and kept his current pace along with his fingers on his clit.

soon hanzo came again but more intense than last time. jin felt himself become close as he felt the walls tighten around him, almost sending him to the edge.

hanzo’s high had started to calm down when jin finally reached his climax. he released himself deep inside hanzo, moaning his name as he did.

the two stayed in that position until they caught their breath. jin rolled off hanzo and moved them so he could hold hanzo to his chest.

“that was the greatest thing i’ve ever felt.” hanzo spoke up, looking up at jin.

“i would most definitely agree. i’m sure if anyone else is around they would probably say the same thing considering how loud you were for me.” jin teased and kissing hanzo’s forehead.

hanzo blushed deeply at this, “i’m sorry my lord, your skill is just unmatched. both in fighting and in bed.”

the two chuckled at the comment before getting comfortable together and falling asleep soundly.

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“Now, if I could figure it out, I’d take you

back to my house so we could meddle about.”

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serene-faerie · 3 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Ghost of Tsushima (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jin Sakai/Yuna Characters: Jin Sakai, Yuna (Ghost of Tsushima), Harunobu Adachi, Masako Adachi Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - No Mongol Invasion, Romance, Morning Sex, Spooning, Engagement, Fluff and Smut, so very soft, Jin is a romantic at heart, Marriage Proposal Series: Part 15 of In Pursuit of a Thief Summary:

In which Jin and Yuna enjoy a lazy morning together, then make a visit to Lord Adachi and Lady Masako that inspires them to make plans for marriage.

@dicax-asina @bri-notthecheese @castershellwrites @mazandaroga Managed to put up Scene 15~! I hope you like it!

#ghost of tsushima #jin sakai #yuna #jin x yuna #my fanfic

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legendoftheghost · 4 years

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Wild Embers, Offering Clarity (Ghost of Tsushima, 1/2)

Pairing: Jin Sakai x Yuna

Tags: Emotional Outbreak, Vulnerability, Emotional Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Intoxication, Past Trauma, Post-Ghost of Tsushima, Smut, Girl on Top, Friends to Lovers, Anal Sex, Penetration, Cuddling, Intimacy. (more tags to come)

Behind the burning hazel glow of Jin Sakai’s eyes, reel the recollections of tainted past. How feverish and demolished his mind had been, basking in Lord Shimura’s vivid crimson, soaking the entirety of his front. A permanent stamp seal, as his clenched fingers let go of the bloodied tanto, as his agony and torment echoed through the Omi Village, with the same bleeding whirling leaves scattered about the pasted earth. How emotions bled, like ruptured dam holding the excess rain, as he would howl and scream, quietly shedding torrents of salty tears as they would claw their way out even without Jin having to do all the work.

They come, spill over until the pained samurai couldn’t remember what the point of killing his uncle was in the first place, until he is lost and nothing would make sense and the only solution is to silently sob some more. And then he would plunge himself back to flashbacks, recollections of vivid memories of his youth, spending time with Lord Shimura, Yuriko, Ryuzo, Sensei Ishikawa and Lady Masako and the others who had lost in the tides of war and gained as not only his lifesaver, but a supporter of the Ghost and an anchor in his life.

Yuna, the thief who had saved him on Komoda Beach, Yuna, a brave warrior who watched him fail, humiliate himself as he plunged into the depths of the glacier water below. Yuna, the greatest ally who watched him sacrifice himself for the greater good, to stand up with people, not against, leading them towards triumphant victories instead of despicable defeat and massacre. She had coaxed him to embrace the true Jin Sakai, the Tsushima-bound Ghost.

For what is freedom without the rawest, truest part of him? He would let himself hurt until his tears are yet again, rushing down the softness of his cheeks and he’s left breathless without fear of what others will think. The reverse-E of the scar on his left cheek scalds, aches as the stifling heat becomes knives on his skin.

“You are still mourning for your uncle, Jin?” Seated cross-legged, she bares the color of the sunset against her back, as Yuna leans against the railing of the balcony, with a sake bottle in her hand. “Looks like you need this more than I do, and this is not a reenactment of the conversation we had weeks before.” A brief chuckle breaks the grim moroseness of the atmosphere, as Yuna’s circumvented gaze now hones against Jin’s profile.

“Lately, life has appeared to me to be more and more absurd and less and less sensible, ordered, and structural,” Jin begins, with the scattered jewel saturating the depths of his dark brown eyes. “I also wonder if my choice to grant him the honor he deserved was the right choice. After all.. He was the only family I have had ever since I lost my parents.”

Emotions, until now, was a containable concept in which Jin Sakai could wade quietly without a sound, but now, those torrential waves chase him down the ocean’s edge, and the entirety of his body hurts. The world did entertain itself in plunging Jin down to his brink of death, intoxicated with pushing paraphernalia and cloud him with a raging frustration stemming from all the consequences of his actions, that could exacerbate in further loss and death, the universality of torment and suffering.

“You and I - we have sacrificed so much. For we have seen shrouds of death pass by our very eyes. We have known panic and fear like no other. It dawned on me when I was so young.” Yuna takes a long swig, and hands Jin another bottle, when the samurai-ninja’s eyes plunge into the bone-dry bottle of sake. Perhaps that’s what it was, the world as a hazy dream, as if all the blood was rushing in and out of her arteries. For she’d lost the count how many times she’d starve, worrying over Taka, who never had enough strength and vigor, lest he beat around the metal and flaring flames would alight him brighter and concentrated without an ounce of worry. Perhaps it was exhaustion, or a finally a semblance of acceptation that had tied her red heartstrings to extend towards Jin. The one who had both liberated her, and yet see as an enigma under multitudes of veils.

How she wanted to undo those and expose the beautiful soul and body underneath it.

“What if I told you I want to savor you instead, instead of saving you?” Yuna would dare to tempt fate and bend their paths at her own will. For that’s how they adapt, evolve, and become, just as Yuna’s outlook towards Jin, an honor-bound samurai had been altered, as Jin grew to not only bend the code of the samurai, to make it universal for all people, not just loyalty and stuck-up rigidity that the thief very much so hated and abhorred. He was a living legend, the figure in folktale, with his indefatigable passion and drive to do better for all people, loyalty or not. She wished he knew that in his own heart.

The music, the poignant weight of her words, causes his body to feel evacuated, as if he were just simple stack of old bones held together by throbbing muscles. How it takes residence in him and causes the warm, dusty glow to push through the cracks of the scar, and suffuses through his flesh in radiant red. “It seems like you forget, you saved my life three times,” Jin breathes, “I thought that was enough, but you realize that you are all I have right now?”

The dribbling midnight glow sinks and penetrates in, the glowing moon becoming a swirling wash, basking both in an exquisite glow. And Yuna savors Jin in a comforting, extended caress; it begins at his knuckles, hiking up to his veined forearm, then rests on his shoulder, her fingers contouring through kamishimo, revealing the muscle-corded shoulder. “How your presence becomes heavy, sitting in my brain with weight, drawing me in like gravity. It’s no wonder why I fell for you.”

It’s all Jin can utter as diaphanous glow of his dark amber eyes reflect her features. For no sunlight or the tranquil radiance of the star-studded night would match his ardor and passion, rising from the depth of his loin. Jin’s own hand draws a light path over the ridges of her collarbone, as both slowly and steadily work their garments to fall before them. Jin feels the warm sake trickle down the line of his throat before descending over his sternum, and Yuna’s thumb is there to catch the transparent jewel, along with the faintest hint of salt, as she tastes it. It takes a while to realize that it’s Yuna’s lips, over the swells and dips of his throat, then trailing peppered kisses over his toned bicep.

“Wild embers, that’s what you are, offering clarity, Yuna.” How sensual, determined, unhesitant and with exuding magnetism she paints him whole. Burning ablaze beneath the symphony of sadness, yet how his heart ripples with a thrilling energy, that deepest longing of carnal desire he would so often have as his subconscious would be hooked on waves, and waves of quivering of flesh and muscles. And he feels the deep ache bubbling like the onsen’s surface, as his ridges and contours are entirely explored, while he’s busy working the arcs of her exposed breasts, the warmth of his calloused, yet well-cared hands trail gossamer strokes over the cinched waist, delving in. Akin to rustling leaves, they unwrap each other methodically and carefully, and by the time when Yuna undoes the tighthold of his hakama, his manhood stands fully erect, in response to the rest of his body. Keeping eye contact, Jin tugs Yuna’s half-clothed torso towards him, burying the fullness of his lips over her pulse, tasting traces of salt and the warm, rich flavor of the sake.

“I want you,” now becomes the current and desperation to his sharpened mind, for Jin would burst in blinding illumination, in an involuntary tremendous quivering descends his spine and anchors him still and motionless there. The melancholic tang of Jin’s tender voice finds steeled strength as a hand reaches her womanhood, still over her pants. “I want both of our world to stand in a standstill, with only you and I, as the night undresses us in our nakedness.”

#▬▬ι═══════ﺤ || the storm of clan sakai (headcanon)#▬▬ι═══════ﺤ || the legend of the ghost (iii)#▬▬ι═══════ﺤ || I wouldn't be here without you (jin x yuna)#jin sakai #yuna #jin x yuna #ghost of tsushima #(be kind.... this is my first ever writing a fanfic)

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multi-fandom-imagine · 3 years

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It’s so hard to believe || Jin Sakai ||

A/n: So this is a rewrite of but it’s all coming back to me. I just wanted to clean it up a little and make it look a little nicer, keeping a lot of things. Taking some things out and just adding a bit more.

Lyrics italicized ; Flashbacks in bold.

Warnings: Hinted smut, heavy petting, some graphic content.

Listen to this- It’s All Coming Back to Me Now.

There were nights when the wind was so cold.That my body froze in bed.

You remembered the sleepless nights, the very ones where you would stay up all night. Those particular nights would always seem cold, god you hated those frozen nights. It brought up painful memories, Jin would always hold you whenever it was cold.

There were days when the sun was so cruel.

But the sunny day’s where the worst, you could always handle the heat but the night you left the estate happened when the sun was shinning down.That fight you both had, the hurtful things you had said to each other.

That all the tears turned to dust.And I just knew my eyes were Drying up forever.

You cried for most of the nights you were alone, your tears drying up until you had nothing. You had to be strong, your heart may have been broken but you needed to do it for him and over the years you slowly pushed all the memories of you and Jin shared together. The stolen kisses behind the columns of the estate, the little moments where he’d let his fingers brush over yours when you road together. You had to forget them, or else you did not think you would have the strength to go on if you did.

And I banished every memory you and I had ever made.

But then you heard the news from one of the Straw Hat members. All the samurai were slaughtered on the beach. You did not want to believe it, to hear such news. You had let your gaze fall onto your son and for the first time in years, you were crying again.

But when Ryuzo returned with the fabled Ghost you weren’t sure what to believe. You could feel your knees buckle, your name falling from his lips as you suddenly felt a pair of hands wrap around your waist.

“Y/n...you’re alive.”

But when you touch me like this,And you hold me like that.

God, it felt good being in his arms. Him holding you like this, you could feel all the memories flooding back in one’s you so desperately tried to keep back.

I just have to admit.That it’s all coming back to me.

You had always wondered if he had forgotten you? Or if he had kept the memories of you both.

When I touch you like this,And I hold you like that.

Placing your hand on his cheek you watched as the man lean into your palm. His eyes closed, he looked so tired, you wanted to know what things he had went through.

“It’s...good to see you Jin.” Sliding your hand away from his cheek, he quickly grasped your fingers.

“It...is good to see you too y/n.”

You could feel more tears pooling down your cheeks as you were hit with a memory of your child hood.

There were moments of gold.And there were flashes of light.

Stifling your laughter, it was hard not to snicker at your friend. You managed to dodge his strike only to trip him in the nearby pond. Still laughing at the incident, you slowly walked over to him as you looked him over, still stuck in the pond. A frog jumping away as he did his best not to pout at you.

“It’s a good look on you Lord Sakai.” Giving him a wink, you held out your hand for him to take. Feeling his wet hand in yours you suddenly let out a gasp as he tugged you forward. Letting a shriek escape your lips you tumbled into the water as Jin started to laugh.

“I can say the same thing too you too!”

Rolling your eyes you gave him a smile as you splashed a waved of water at him, ignoring the golden bird flying above you both.

There were things I’d never do again.But then they’d always seemed right.

Panting, you pressed your back against the wall. Holding back your laughter you glanced over at your friend though you were starting to feel something more for him.

Biting your lip, reached out to grab his hand. Jin looked at you in confusion though his eyes went wide feeling your lips press against yours. You were about to pull away only for him to wrap his arms around you, kissing you back.

There were nights of endless pleasure.It was more than any laws allow.

You both knew this was wrong, he was a lord and you were a peasant. But how could something so wrong feel so good? If you were in love than how could it be against the law?

“Jin.”

His name feel from your lips like a song, god he could hear you cry out his name over and over. Weaving his fingers through your own, he took a deep breath into to calm his racing heart. He never imaged this would happen. That you would be his first and last, that he was the man to have been the one to be your first.

Hovering over you, he gave you a smile pulling you in for a gentle kiss. Letting out a blissful sigh, basking in the after glow, he let out a pleased growl slowly lowering himself on top of you he let his nose nuzzle against your neck. His arms wrapping around your waist as he remained within you.

“I love you.”Placing a kiss against your neck, Jin found himself not caring what his Uncle might have thought. This felt right, you felt right.

“I love you too…Jin.” placing a small kiss against his cheek it wasn’t long until you both had fallen asleep.

If you want me like this.And if you need me like that.

“Jin.”

You both were doing your best to try and process what had just happened. Ryuzo, you had thought he’d betrayed you and Jin but then he came back. He helped you both and nearly had died for it. You cold see all of this was taking its toll on him You had found out that he had lost his care taker and now he might have to bury a childhood friend.

“ Ryuzo...he’s strong...he...will recover, the remaining Straw Hats...that one that stayed loyal are in hiding with him...they will watch over him.” Though you could not mention your son, you did not know what would happen if you did.

Silence, that’s what greeted you. Biting your lip you slowly walked over to the man. Wrapping your arms around him, you closed your eyes resting your head on his shoulder. “Thing’s will get better Jin...and...and this time I will not leave you.”

Closing his eyes, Jin was unsure on what to do. He was unsure if he could confine in Yuna and his Uncle was out of the question. He had to believe you, swallowing the lump that was forming in his throat he let his arms weave around your waist.

“I know.”

You could feel your heart clench in your chest once you felt tears against your neck. Closing your eyes for a moment you then placed your hand against his cheek. You were about to pull away until you felt a pair of lips on yours, arms moving around your waist.”

“Please…stay the night with me.”

“Of course.”

There were those empty threats and hollow lies.

“I can not marry you Jin” You couldn’t cry, you couldn’t look at him.

“Why is that?! Is it because of my Uncle? What did he say to you.”

“Nothing!” Biting back a sob, you let your arms weave around your stomach. This had to be done, it was the only way, Shimura was right.

Stepping forward, Jin had wanted this to be a happy moment. You would say yes. Become his wife, be the mother of his children, he would be happy.”

“y/n….please…talk to me.”

Shrugging off his grasp you turned to face him, angry tears streaming down your cheeks.

“I never loved you! So just stop! Leave Jin!” You hated yourself for what you were saying, he looked like he fell on his sword. “I am not good enough for you Jin.”

Stepping out of the gates, you quickly whistled for your horse as the Lord chased after you.

“Y/n!.”

You hated that you were running from the man you loved, you hated how you had broken his heart. You hated how that you will never tell him how he was going to be a father.

I just hurt you even worse, And so much deeper.

Ryuzo was the one that found you in a broken hut, the woman that had helped you give birth had told him where you were.

“Y/n!”

Ryuzo mentally cursed seeing you, you looked so thin and your eyes so hollow. Looking at the small bundle in your arms he slowly walked closer to you. “Y/n.”

“Ryuzo?” Your voice was barley a whisper as the man lifted you in his arms. “Don’t...”

“Does Jin know you are here?”

“No...”

“Y/n..you..he needs to know.”

“I can’t..Shimura...he will make my child be a bastard...how he’ll treat them, he threatened Jin.” Blinking back tears you shook your head. “Please..Ryuzo.”

Sighing, Ryuzo glanced down at the small bundle in your arms as your head rested against his chest. He wouldn’t tell Jin, but he wasn’t going to let this child grow up alone. He was not the father, nor could he ever be but he was going to be the best damn around.

“Okay.”

But if I touch you like this,And if you kiss me like that, it was so long ago.

“Jin…you could have been killed.” Your heart was racing, mind still reeling from what had happened. He was captured, who know’s what was done to him and then the man Taka. You closed your eyes, you were scared to even think what would have happened if you did not show up.

Jin shook his head, that didn’t matter to him, not when he nearly lost another good person thanks to the Mongols. That young man was lucky the only thing he had lost was his hand, if you had not stopped that blade. He felt his stomach drop at the thought. God if you were delayed in the slightest he would have been burying you both.

What you did was stupid, he saw the Khan’s blade catch your side. Heard you cry of pain and If Yuna had not have been their to save you….that was a thought that he did not want to think about. He could tell you were still in pain, from your winces but he wanted to take you to see Shimura. To tell his uncle what you did, that you were to thank, the reason why he was saved.

“I could have lost you.” Reaching you he grasped your hand gently in his.

Letting his thumb run over the back of your palm he then pressed his lips against yours for a soft kiss. Trying to make the kiss last you clutched the fabric of his kimono before pulling away.

“I still love you Jin…I always will…but I can not see...I will not see him.” Digging your nails into your palm. “Speak to your uncle and you will find out why.” you nearly spat.

Stepping away from him you then turned your back as you called for your horse, Kage returning to your side.“If he does tell you and if you still love me….then meet me where we first kissed.” You needed to get your son, you just prayed that he would still love you.

Watching you leave, Jin desperately wanted to stop you. But he needed to know what is uncle did, he had to know why you left all those years. Closing his eyes he whistled for his own horse. Getting upon Kage, he knew he had his own answers to find.

There were things we’d never do again.But then they’d always seemed right.

Stifling a laugh, you cleared out your throat holding your hand out to the young man. You were both standing under a cherry blossom tree near his estate.

Taking it, Jin scowled as he rubbed his bruise cheek, his arms folding over his chest.

“Stupid Ryuzo…”

“I thought you would blame me, I am the one who beat you.”

“That’s because I was distracted!”

“Is this about what Ryuzo said….if it is then it’s not true Jin. Lord Shimura loves you.” Smiling you suddenly wrapped your arms around his neck, closing your eyes you relaxed into his arms as he hugged you tightly. “Besides, Ryuzo...he is...just scared he is going to lose you.”

Jin scoffed, wrinkling his nose. “Hmp...I could never forget about out friendship.”

“Now enough of this talk,I know you are going to win that tournament and I will be cheering you for you.” Biting your lips you gave him a gentle kiss before pulling back. “If you catch me! I’ll give you a great way to take your mind of a few things.” Giving him a wink you pinched his cheek before rushing off laughing.

“Y/n! get back here”

When you see me like this.And when I see you like that.

Your gaze was on your son, his black hair reflecting in the sun light as the leaves fell around him. His laughter echoing as he did his best to catch anything the would fall around him. You prayed Jin showed up, he needed to know, you boy deserved his father and you, you just wanted the man you loved back.

“Y/n!”

“Jin.”

Slipping off his horse, his mind was still reeling. Shimura forced you to leave, the man couldn’t have anything happen to the Sakai name so he made you leave, god he should have known. He should have searched for you, begged you to come back.

“What...what is his name?”

“Koga.”

Stepping close, he quickly pulled you into his arms. He could feel your tears through the fabric. “I am sorry...for not trying hard enough to make to stay.”

“You...are not angry with me? You forgive me?”

“I have nothing to forgive, when you did nothing wrong.”

Pulling away, you let him brush your tears away. Leaning in for a soft kiss, he pulled back himself to place another kiss to your head. “Can I meet him?”

Smiling, you gave him a nod as you called out your sons name. The child turning his head. A large smile on his face as he rushed to your side. “Mother!”

Catching him, you balanced the boy. His eyes going wide seeming to recognize the man as he quickly jumped at the man. “Father!..I knew you would back.”

Lifting the child, he held him close as he gave you a once over.

“I had too.” you whispered.

Three years have passed since he defeated Kotal Khan, since he sparred his Uncle and drove back the Mongol forces. He still kept in touch with the others, it was good to see everyone now and then.

But right now he had his son to teach, to show him the things his mother had taught him.

Ryuzo was laughing at something that Taka had said which made Jin turn his head to scowl. “For someone who is blind....I would think that would humble you more.”

“Your harsh words wound me Jin.”

“I’m sure they do..now don’t you have a wife to get back too”

“Shit! Taka he’s right, help me back home.”

“Since when did I become the pack horse?”

We forgive and forget.And it’s all coming back to me.

While he hated what his Uncle did, he knew that he could not blame you and perhaps with some time he would be able to forgive the man but now he just wanted to be a father to his kids

Hearing his son’s laughter he noticed the boy playing with the dog he had gotten him.

After the pleasurable and blissful nights with you, he was happy to know that he you were pregnant with his third child, he had always wanted a large family.

While your daughter had just started to walk, couldn’t help but be happy seeing your stomach swell.

Feeling a smile form on his face, he watched you step out of the door. Your daughter clinging to your skirts until she spotted him.

“Papa” Reaching out, Jin chuckled as he quickly made his way over to his little girl.

Closing his eyes he lifted his daughter up as his free hand placed it on your stomach. “Hello, my love.”

Smiling you placed your hand on top of his then cleared out your throat. While Jin off helping Nori and the others, you were busy writing to Shimura. You knew the man was lonely and you wanted him to see Jin’s children, you knew he hated what he’s done and that he just wanted to see Jin again, he did not care what would become of him.

“You can…come out now.”

Slowly stepping out of the doorway you gave Jin a smile as his eyes widened with shock.

“Uncle?”

“Hello….my son.”

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