The Hands That Need You
BEHOLD! The reason the Spicy Ending didn’t get done on time. This thing has been rolling around in my head since I finished Ieyasu’s most recent even story. So I finally just sat down and wrote it even though it was out of order. (Sorry! It was haunting me!)
Song: Anberlin - Type Three
“I have my reasons for the vices I embrace.”
At least that’s what he kept telling himself as he stalked through the castle.
“Our world of treasons… I’m their only the escape.”
At least that’s how he kept justifying his actions, his words, his attitude towards her. “Where the Hell is she anyways?” He grumbled to himself as he found himself seeking her out. He had run out of tea long ago not to mention he was getting hungry. “Useless… perfectly useless…” As he stalked through the halls he heard the sound of her voice ringing through the still air. He followed the sound until he found her at last in the garden. She was fussing over the laundry hanging out to dry.
“Sometimes… I just wish I could better tell him how I feel. Don’t bite the hand that feeds you, you know? Maybe it wouldn’t hurt you to be nicer to those around you. Everyone here needs each other. Especially with war looming on the horizon.” She went on but whom she was talking to was obscured behind the veil of clothing. “Take hold the hands that need you lately. Maybe then you could create some real bonds with your retainers… Maybe…”
“Of course…” He muttered as his hands drew into fists at his side. “Tadatsugu… No one else here has conversations that drown the head in such idiocrasy.”
A strong wind blew the laundry in front of her off the line revealing she was talking to no one in particular. That knowledge somehow gave him a great sense of relief, physically feeling tension leave him was disconcerting…