Ishida Mitsunari (石田 三成) (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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realpolitik2012-01-14 01:28 pm
unbending) wrote in realpolitik2012-01-14 01:28 pm
Ishida Mitsunari | Takenaka Hanbei | 006
[He'd never hesitate.
Not when it came to fighting for the Toyotomi. Not when it came to something as sacred as that. Mitsunari is fast and skilled--but he is not perfect. Surely it was only a matter of time before...he messed up.
And that was all it took. A moment's misstep, a moment's unbalance, but that was more than enough in the thick of a battle like this.
He was struck over the head, tumbling to the ground like a puppet with cut strings, sword skittering away on the dead and beaten ground. But thankfully--this was not where his story ended. Part luck and part protection on the part of the Toyotomi meant that he did not die on that battlefield. But injured he was, and he did not wake up even as the battle drew to a close and he was carried off the battlefield, under the care of the Toyotomi that he served so faithfully.
So with that care, it was really only a matter of time that he would wake up again, head bandaged and taken care of.
But when he opens his eyes, he doesn't move, merely blinking at the ceiling for a long moment--his actions are strangely muted for him, but perhaps he is simply still...not quite conscious?
Perhaps. Or perhaps it is something else entirely.]
Not when it came to fighting for the Toyotomi. Not when it came to something as sacred as that. Mitsunari is fast and skilled--but he is not perfect. Surely it was only a matter of time before...he messed up.
And that was all it took. A moment's misstep, a moment's unbalance, but that was more than enough in the thick of a battle like this.
He was struck over the head, tumbling to the ground like a puppet with cut strings, sword skittering away on the dead and beaten ground. But thankfully--this was not where his story ended. Part luck and part protection on the part of the Toyotomi meant that he did not die on that battlefield. But injured he was, and he did not wake up even as the battle drew to a close and he was carried off the battlefield, under the care of the Toyotomi that he served so faithfully.
So with that care, it was really only a matter of time that he would wake up again, head bandaged and taken care of.
But when he opens his eyes, he doesn't move, merely blinking at the ceiling for a long moment--his actions are strangely muted for him, but perhaps he is simply still...not quite conscious?
Perhaps. Or perhaps it is something else entirely.]
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but it happened, and hanbei doesn't dwell on the specifics. were it anyone else, he can't say he'd be as concerned, but mitsunari is a warrior with uncommon quality. they valued those, and it just wasn't due to his skills.
still, at the same time, hanbei can't say he is concerned--it's because mitsunari's mitsunari that hanbei does not expect anything damaging, for both the injured samurai and the toyotomi in general.
it's for this reason that he doesn't even blink at mitsunari's conscious form when he walks into the room. something feels strange when he walks in, but he simply notes that down in his head. ]
I see you're awake, Mitsunari-kun. [ a walk to the side of the futon. ]
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Mitsunari wasn't expecting a voice. Though he's not...sure what he was expecting at all.
How did he get here? And...why is he here?
Though eventually, despite the out of character pause, he does turn his head slowly to look--the movement hurts some, but more importantly--
There is a pause. And then, hesitantly, he gives in and questions.]
...Who are you?
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to say it was expected would be a lie, and were it anyone else he would expect a joke made in poor taste. for mitsunari to joke in such a way, however... well, hanbei knows he'd sooner cut his own head or serve the date than do such a thing.
for once, there's a bit of visible shock on hanbei's face, but it subsides soon enough. ]
. . . That's certainly a question I never expected you to ask. [ of all the issues to have. ]
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He can't remember.
He is realizing that he should. But there is a blank, a gap, and he can't recall a thing, and--]
How...did I get here?
[He lifts a hand slowly, fingers brushing the bandages that cover his head, for he can feel the throbbing pain there--
...But he just can't remember, and that...scares him, a little. He doesn't say...But Mitsunari has never been very hard to read.]
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... not that he'd expect him to, amnesia or not. with that thought, hanbei chooses to sit beside mitsunari's bedside--perhaps this'll take more time than he thought. ] I imagine it must be difficult, at the moment.
[ with this, it was probably better to lay it down softly. ]
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He was in a battle. He hit his head. Logically--that is why he can't remember anything.
But why was he in a battle? What was he fighting for? Who is this man beside him, and why does he know him so well?
...and how should he respond to this?
So he struggles to sit up (finally, finally, when normally remaining laying down unless utterly incapable while in his lord's presence would be unthinkable), looking at the other. There are too many questions, so he asks the first that comes to mind.]
...What...was I fighting for?
[Who...and what and why?]
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For... [ hanbei pauses here. the answer itself isn't a difficult one, but there was so much substance. ] Hideyoshi, and the Toyotomi.
[ the who he was fighting didn't really matter--they'd won, and now they were of no concern. ]
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The only reaction he can honestly offer is a blank stare.
Because...]
...Who...?
[Who is Hideyoshi. Who are the Toyotomi.
Questions he would never ask, were he able to avoid doing so with his life--and yet now he was asking them.]
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Hideyoshi is the man to whom you have dedicated your life. [ simply. he lays both hands on his lap here, looking as if this was something he had recited pretty much a thousand times before. ] In his hands are the Toyotomi... [ there was so much to explain here. ] ... the army that will open up the world.
[ will, of course. it's a shame that the army that caused this had already been throughly defeated-- it was such a messy thing that they had left at their doorstep. ]
Simple, but those are the basics. Do you understand so far?
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That's...both a little hard to swallow and something that he accepts inherently--he is nodding before he'd even finished processing it.
Alright.
The man he'd dedicated his life to. The thought that Hanbei could be lying or manipulating him doesn't even cross his mind; Mitsunari is still Mitsunari even amnesiatic.]
I understand.
[Solemnly, even as he tries to push himself to sit up proper. But one thing was never answered--]
Who are you?
[Because this strikes him as a pressing question, for reasons he can't even clearly articulate.]