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mythiica · 6 years ago

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Mini Scenarios - The Warlords Reacting to Minor Injuries

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku

Character: All warlords

Genre: Fluff, Micro fics! Mini scenes!

Warnings: None

Intended Gender Audience: Female Audience

Word Count: 2284 words total

Other comments: bashed my thumb in the door the other day so.. this happened

Nobunaga...

...offers you his secret stash of konpeito. You are honored that he is sharing some with you, so for every one you eat, you feed him one. Playful as he is, Nobunaga nips your finger, making you squeal and pull back. As you do, you accidentally bite down hard on your tongue.

You can taste the blood in your mouth, so you bring your hand to your mouth. “Ow!”

“What happened?”

“I bit my tongue.” Your jaw falls open and you rub the spot with a finger. “It hurts…”

Nobunaga leans forward and grips your jaw. He brushes his fingers past your lips, and you open your mouth for him. You think that he’s going to pull on your tongue, but instead he pushes a piece of konpeito to the small tear in the muscle. The cold candy soothes the ache and makes you feel better.

“Better?”

You nod, and he lets you close your mouth and eat the konpeito. “How did you know that will help?”

Nobunaga takes a handful and plops it into his mouth. “When Hideyoshi nearly catches me eating it, I have to take as much as possible because I know he’ll take it away. I’ve bit my tongue a few times when doing this.”

You laugh and lean against Nobunaga. “So you’re experienced with tongues?”

His voice goes low and rough, “Oh, I’m very experienced with tongues…”

Hideyoshi…

...panics when he hears you scream. He bursts into your room and demands to know what happened.

You hold your hand to your head. “I stood up too fast and bonked my head…”

He closes the distance between the two of you and drapes his arms over your shoulders. Hideyoshi rakes his fingers through your hair and massages your skull. “Are you alright? Please be more careful.”

You try to swat him away, but Hideyoshi keeps his hands clasped over your ears. “I’m okay. It just hurt a lot for a few seconds there, and it surprised me.”

Hideyoshi kisses your forehead gently. “You expect me to let you anywhere near the battlefield if you can’t even see a bar?” He scoffs. “I don’t want to see you get hurt more than this.”

Huffing, you look at Hideyoshi. “This isn't the same. This was an accident. I promise, I’m fine!”

He flicks your forehead, and you wince immediately. “You’re fine?”

“I was until you did that!”

The warlord cups your cheeks and looks at you intently. “Even if you protest, I will do whatever it takes to protect you. Starting with moving that bar so you don’t hit yourself again.”

You pout more, but you know that he is only doing this out of love and concern. “I guess I’ll just have to sleep in your room then-”

“Yes, you’ll just have to– wait, what?!” He blushes slightly and removes his hands from you. “W-We have a lot of other rooms, you don’t have to stay with me.”

“Well, that way, you can keep a closer eye on me!”

Hideyoshi narrows his eyes and smiles at you. “Smart girl. I suppose so.”

Masamune...

...asks you to slice some onion for the dumplings you are cooking together. However, the handle of the blade is slightly wet, so it slips from you grip and you end up slicing your finger slightly. The smallest drop of blood hangs from the edge of the cut, but you drop the knife and step backwards.

“M-Masamune-”

“Yes, lass?” He turns around and sees that single drop of blood. He immediately drops the lettuce he had been washing and goes to your side. “What happened?!”

“It just slipped, I’m sorry.”

Masamune reaches for a towel and holds it to your finger. “It’s not deep, thank goodness.” He strokes your hair and kisses your temple. “Your heart is racing. Are you scared of blood?”

“It’s not that – the cut jus tflet a lot deeper than it is.”

“Perhaps next time, allow me to make the food, no?”

You coo. “Sorry for-”

He hooks his finger under your chin and makes you look up. “Don’t apologize, lass. Look at the bright side – you’ll get to stare at me as much as you want!”

This makes you laugh. “Well…” you smile at him. “I do like looking at your ass-”

“That’s my girl!”

Ieyasu…

...tends to the small blister in your palm carefully. You had been learning how to wield a sword, and the hilt of the sword had rubbed your skin too much, causing a small blister to form and pop. It is painful because the blister sits in the middle of the crease of your hand, but as Ieyasu puts an ointment on it, you cannot feel the stinging anymore.

“...Thank you, Ieyasu,” you mumble.

He grunts in response. “Don’t worry about it. Just make sure to wrap your hands from now on. Or let me train with you next time. So I can help you.” His voice is soft and gentle, full of meaning – you are touched by how genuine he is.

“You would train with me?”

Ieyasu bandages your hand. “Make sure to change this tomorrow morning. It should heal in a few days.” He starts to clean up the materials he had used. “And yes. Why wouldn’t I? Better than you working with the kitsune or the book lover.”

You laugh at the nicknames and flex your hand to adjust the bandage. “Sounds good. I look forward to seeing you in action. Are you as gentle with a sword as you are with medical supplies?”

He growls at you. “Oh, I’ll show you gentle.”

Mitsuhide…

...reluctantly allows you to carry the sack of arrows. He had just finished his practice for the day, and the two of you are now walking back to the castle. You are in deep conversation with him when your foot hooks in a loose root. This causes you to fall forward until Mitsuhide catches you.

However, one of the arrow tips brushes across your skin, drawing blood. You stop walking and set the back down to inspect the wound.

Mitsuhide’s eyes flash with concern. “I knew I shouldn’t have let you carry it– let me help you.” He pulls a piece of fabric from the depths of his clothes and wraps it around your wrist.

“I’m okay–”

“Quiet, little mouse. Pain is relative. It might not hurt you all that much, but it hurts me to see you injured.”

You flush red and look away. “I start bleeding and you turn into a flirt?”

Mitsuhide grins and picks up the bag of arrows. “Do you think you can handle the bow? Or will you find a way to injure yourself with it as well?”

“I’m not that incompetent!”

Mitsunari...

...offers you one of his new books. As you admire the intricate cover details, you flip the page too quickly and end up cutting your finger. You wince and shake your finger. ��Ah! Why do paper cuts have to hurt so much-”

Mitsunari sets his box down and raises an eyebrow at you. “What happened?”

“The book attacked me,” you whine before you go to leave to wash your hands.

He looks at you with sad eyes and ushers you to leave the room.

When you return, every book has been shoved into a space – meaning there is no place for you to hurt yourself again.

“Did you.. me-proof… the room?”

Mitsunari looks up, over his glasses. “In case you get a paper cut again.”

You raise an eyebrow. “I was gone for a few minutes, Mitsunari, did you really do all of this for me?” You pad over to him and take his glasses off for him.

He looks at you bashfully and nods.

“But it was just a paper cut–”

Mitsunari takes your hands in his and kisses your palms. “I’d do anything for you.”

Kenshin…

...strums his fingers on the inside of your thigh when he notices a dark bruise. He lifts your leg, making you squeal in surprise. “Kenshin, what are you doing–?”

He glances up at you. “Did I do this?” His fingers are on the hickey, and you blush.

“Well… yes. You got a bit enthusiastic last night.”

Despite the lighthearted tone you use, Kenshin still seems distressed by this. “But it’s red, not purple. I bit you too hard–”

You lean forward and wrap your arms around Kenshin’s neck. “I’m a big girl. It will heal, so don’t worry about it.” When you smile, Kenshin inhales sharply before tucking his nose into your neck.

“I’ll… try to contain myself more next time.” His fingers trace circles on your thighs as he rests his head against you. You can feel his heart beating steadily, and the rhythm calms you.

Shingen...

...kisses the finger where you accidentally ripped your nail. It had hooked in the fabric of your kimono, and you pulled your arm back too fast, causing the nail to tear. It had gone pretty deep, and it hurt.

However, Shingen takes your mind off of the pain by trailing soft kisses down your jaw and neck. “It will grow back. Keep it covered for now, though,” he reminds you with his mellow voice. Shingen always knows how to comfort you, so you exhale slowly and lean against him.

“You are right.”

Shingen smiles at you, and the warmth from his kindness makes your heart melt. “I just wish I would have paid more attention..”

He clasps his hands over your own and presses his forehead to yours. “Nonsense. It is difficult for angels to multitask when they are busy being beacons of light.”

His sweet talk makes your legs turn into putty. “Shingen!”

“Yes, my love?”

Laughter erupts from your lips, and you cannot help but smile now. “I am not an angel, though.”

“My goddess~”

You give up, knowing that trying to argue would not work.

Sasuke…

...looks at you, inviting you to come sit with him. His sly smirk and half-lidded eyes are enough to convince to go running across the room, but your toe catches in the arm of the futon. As you fall, you look at Sasuke with big eyes – your mouth found into an o, and you can’t help but thinks there I go.

Sasuke is not fast enough to catch you, so you land flat on the ground with a hollow oof, but he scrambles from his spot and rushes to your side. “Are you practicing your ninja rolls?”

You sit up and seeth with pain. “Don’t make fun of me! I stubbed my toe-”

He pushes his glasses up and glances at your toe. It is already starting to bruise slightly. “Can you curl it?”

After doing as asked, you wince at the sharp pain. “Great… I’m handicapped now.”

Sasuke picks you up bridal style and starts to carry you towards the door. “Good thing I can carry you, then. No?”

Not wanting to refuse his offer, you sling your arms around his neck and giggle. “You know, I think my entire leg is going numb… you’ll have to carry me around everywhere then~”

“As long as it keeps you from doing a Naruto run, anything-”

“I was not-”

“Sure, sure.”

Yukimura…

...doesn’t exactly know what to do to comfort you. Tears bubble in your eyes, but you are the only person in the room. Yukimura has no idea what has happened, but he rushes to your side and lifts your face. Words fall from his mouth, but most are incoherent.

“I pulled to hard on a knot in my hair and it hurts,” you whine, rubbing your scalp.

Yukimura falls to the ground next to you. “That’s it?!”

“What do you mean that’s it! It hurts!”

He laughs and picks up your hairbrush. “This hurt you?”

You nod, and once you do, he throws it across the room and out into the garden. It tumbles in the grass before coming to a stop. “There, it won’t hurt you now,” he says triumphantly. He tucks an arm around you and brings you to rest on his shoulder. “Are you alright though?”

Your tears have turned into laughs, and you nuzzle against him. “Yes. You saved me from the evil hairbrush. Thank you.”

“Next time though… can you not scream so loud? I thought someone broke in or Shingen was trying some bad flirting with you–”

Kennyo…

...watches the door close on your finger, but he isn’t fast enough to stop it. You reel back in pain and clutch your hand – just a few moments after, and the nail is already bruising slightly. Your bottom lip trembles, but you try to keep the tears back. It’s just a small injury, but it hurts immensely.

Kennyo grips your wrist and drags you to the other side of the room and pushes your hand into a bowl of cold water. His eyes are clouded with concern, and when he looks up at you, you catch your breath. His immediate reaction was to help you – the cold water envelops your finger and soothes the pain. In the long run, it will also help reduce the bruising.

“Th-Thank you. I wasn’t watching the door,” you explain between ragged breaths. “But you didn’t have to.”

He looks at you and then at the doorway. Kennyo had dropped his staff in the moment. It had rolled into the grass and opened slightly, the metal of the hidden blade shining in the sunlight.

You expect him to get up and retrieve it, but he sits with you instead. “Please be more careful.”

Nodding your head, you turn your head down sheepishly and try to steady your thundering heart.

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