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Motivations;
Title: Motivations
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Ishida Mitsunari and Takenaka Hanbei
Fandom: Sengoku BASARA
Rating: PG-13?
Warnings: oh no how does I write Hanbei
Summary: Hanbei was aware of how things worked in the Toyotomi, but even despite that, things were capable of taking him off-guard.
Dedication: This is for Kosy because of Feelings and Things. <3333
Mitsunari worshiped Hideyoshi as if he were a god, in a way—but he revered Hanbei.
For all that Hideyoshi was the untouchable idol, Hanbei was the one who was earthly—he was on the same level as Hideyoshi, but he was touchable, he was corporeal where Hideyoshi, busy as he was fighting for his future Japan, was not.
Not that Mitsunari thought in such terms.
But what Mitsunari did know was that as much as he idolized Hideyoshi, it was Hanbei’s style of fighting that he sought to take after. Much as he idolized Hideyoshi, it was Hanbei’s orders he followed.
Much as he idolized Hideyoshi, he trusted Hanbei in a strange way, a strange bond that he could not and did not explain.
Hideyoshi had taken Mitsunari under his wing and had his full, undying loyalty and allegiance.
Hanbei had earned Mitsunari’s full, undying loyalty and allegiance. And he knew it, even if Mitsunari wasn’t entirely aware of the situation himself. But it was a quiet sort of understanding, one that did not need to be elaborated on or questioned—
And occasionally, it became more audible than ever could be put into simple words.
Hanbei participated in his share of battles; he was competent, quick on his feet and even quicker in his mind, so having him on the battlefield could change the sway and flow of the battle with just a single command. He was an invaluable resource and even Hideyoshi recognized that—so despite some reluctance on occasion, Hideyoshi would send him to fight and act as command.
This suited Hanbei fine—he was well-aware of his abilities and limitations, and knew very well to not cross them…most of the time.
But on occasion, things, as they tend to do in a battle, went wrong.
Hanbei was quick to regain control, quick to change things to again suit the Toyotomi—the Toyotomi were strong, the Toyotomi would not be taken off-guard so easily…
But it had still taken a few moments too long.
While he was easily in control even in the thick of things, there was a moment in which his chest tightened and his eyes widened and—
Not now, why now--
He mis-stepped, coughing into a hand, cringing even as he felt the battle change around him yet again; he could almost feel the sword cut through the air towards him but he was in a vulnerable position now, taken off-guard again by that wretched thing called time.
But that blow never came.
And neither did any others.
Hanbei regained his poise rapidly, straightening and glancing around. Well. The number of dead soldiers around him had just increased rather exponentially—
And the cause was obvious as well. Mitsunari sheathed his sword with a sharp sound looking around the battlefield with a glare before turning his attention back to his lord. His posture improved then, even as he bowed his head (though he couldn’t afford the full display of respect he would normally offer, not in the middle of the battle, he would do what he could).
And he said nothing.
Hanbei knew the other well enough to know why, by now. Mitsunari would not dare presume that Hanbei was anything other than well, especially with the front he was again putting on that he was indeed perfectly fine.
Mitsunari also would not presume that he had done anything but his duty. He would not expect thanks and would not know what to do with it were he to be given it.
So Hanbei gave no thanks and merely turned back to the battle.
But though Mitsunari did not dare to presume that he was anything less than well—
Hanbei was alert enough to notice that he stayed rather close the remainder of the battle, glancing over often to check on the Toyotomi tactician almost without noticing how obvious he was indeed being.
In a way, it was his duty.
But the way Mitsunari carried it out told the tactician that perhaps it wasn’t duty that motivated him.
And perhaps that made more of a difference than he would have expected—for the both of them.
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Ishida Mitsunari and Takenaka Hanbei
Fandom: Sengoku BASARA
Rating: PG-13?
Warnings: oh no how does I write Hanbei
Summary: Hanbei was aware of how things worked in the Toyotomi, but even despite that, things were capable of taking him off-guard.
Dedication: This is for Kosy because of Feelings and Things. <3333
Mitsunari worshiped Hideyoshi as if he were a god, in a way—but he revered Hanbei.
For all that Hideyoshi was the untouchable idol, Hanbei was the one who was earthly—he was on the same level as Hideyoshi, but he was touchable, he was corporeal where Hideyoshi, busy as he was fighting for his future Japan, was not.
Not that Mitsunari thought in such terms.
But what Mitsunari did know was that as much as he idolized Hideyoshi, it was Hanbei’s style of fighting that he sought to take after. Much as he idolized Hideyoshi, it was Hanbei’s orders he followed.
Much as he idolized Hideyoshi, he trusted Hanbei in a strange way, a strange bond that he could not and did not explain.
Hideyoshi had taken Mitsunari under his wing and had his full, undying loyalty and allegiance.
Hanbei had earned Mitsunari’s full, undying loyalty and allegiance. And he knew it, even if Mitsunari wasn’t entirely aware of the situation himself. But it was a quiet sort of understanding, one that did not need to be elaborated on or questioned—
And occasionally, it became more audible than ever could be put into simple words.
Hanbei participated in his share of battles; he was competent, quick on his feet and even quicker in his mind, so having him on the battlefield could change the sway and flow of the battle with just a single command. He was an invaluable resource and even Hideyoshi recognized that—so despite some reluctance on occasion, Hideyoshi would send him to fight and act as command.
This suited Hanbei fine—he was well-aware of his abilities and limitations, and knew very well to not cross them…most of the time.
But on occasion, things, as they tend to do in a battle, went wrong.
Hanbei was quick to regain control, quick to change things to again suit the Toyotomi—the Toyotomi were strong, the Toyotomi would not be taken off-guard so easily…
But it had still taken a few moments too long.
While he was easily in control even in the thick of things, there was a moment in which his chest tightened and his eyes widened and—
Not now, why now--
He mis-stepped, coughing into a hand, cringing even as he felt the battle change around him yet again; he could almost feel the sword cut through the air towards him but he was in a vulnerable position now, taken off-guard again by that wretched thing called time.
But that blow never came.
And neither did any others.
Hanbei regained his poise rapidly, straightening and glancing around. Well. The number of dead soldiers around him had just increased rather exponentially—
And the cause was obvious as well. Mitsunari sheathed his sword with a sharp sound looking around the battlefield with a glare before turning his attention back to his lord. His posture improved then, even as he bowed his head (though he couldn’t afford the full display of respect he would normally offer, not in the middle of the battle, he would do what he could).
And he said nothing.
Hanbei knew the other well enough to know why, by now. Mitsunari would not dare presume that Hanbei was anything other than well, especially with the front he was again putting on that he was indeed perfectly fine.
Mitsunari also would not presume that he had done anything but his duty. He would not expect thanks and would not know what to do with it were he to be given it.
So Hanbei gave no thanks and merely turned back to the battle.
But though Mitsunari did not dare to presume that he was anything less than well—
Hanbei was alert enough to notice that he stayed rather close the remainder of the battle, glancing over often to check on the Toyotomi tactician almost without noticing how obvious he was indeed being.
In a way, it was his duty.
But the way Mitsunari carried it out told the tactician that perhaps it wasn’t duty that motivated him.
And perhaps that made more of a difference than he would have expected—for the both of them.