Sengoku Basara: Non-Challenge Fandom: Sengoku Basara (Devil Kings) Title: Unholy Attraction Warnings: None really. It's all 'U' - suitable for all. Word Count: 506 Author's Note: Oh dear. :P What a way to start off this comm. After learning about the 'Mitsuhide loves Nouhime' storyline in Kessen 3, my muses have been commanding me to apply something similiar to both Basara and Sengoku Musou. First stop, Basara, and in order to prevent my brain from BREAKING it's just Nouhime freaking herself out over a slight attraction to Mitsuhide.
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Lady Nouhime was very much in love with her husband, Nobunaga. She was a loving devoted wife who stood by his side and helped him in every way she could, on and off the battlefield. More than anything she longed to see him take Japan under his rule. It was what she lived for.
But there was somebody else who, on strange occasions, turned her head and made her stare. Whenever this happened she would feel a mixture of attraction and mind-numbing fear.
It was true that Mitsuhide was, in an odd way, extremely beautiful. The pale skin, silvery hair and bright blue eyes made him a vision of physical perfection that would have drawn in countless women, were it not for the fact that when you looked closely you saw the insanity of the man within his orbs. That, understandably, put off many and indeed inspired a primal fear that made many want to be as far away from the man as possible. You just knew that there was a killer within the calm demeanour. He could smile at you one moment and strike you down the next.
So… why did Nouhime feel the odd attraction to the man? What sense was there in it? How could any rational woman feel such a draw to man who had probably never even come close to sanity in his entire life? The singular reason she had drawn on was related to power. She did indeed like powerful men (after all, what was Nobunaga but a man of power?), and Mitsuhide was definitely powerful. Oh, yes… she was well aware that she had seen nothing of his potential yet. His insanity seemed to be a fuel for his strength, enabling him to cut through footsoldiers and generals like they were made of paper. Crackling, dark fire would rush down his scythes and arms, causing incredible pain to his victims as they died screaming loudly while he laughed in delight. It had gotten to the point where the simple knowledge that he was heading their way was enough to make people retreat. Not that such an action made a difference. ‘Wherever you run, death will find you,’ he’d say. It wasn’t a lie. When he earmarked you for death, you were going to die. It was as simple as that.
But it frightened her that she could not help but get the flutter in her stomach when he walked on by, no matter how slight it was. It made her worry about her own tastes and desires. Worse, she was sure that he knew about it. Sometimes she’d turn to look at him and find he was already staring at her, chuckling slightly and clearly amused. Insane he might be, but stupid he was not, and he could surely use her unholy attraction to his advantage if and when he chose to.
Nouhime was determined to rid herself of the fearful feelings, but it was proving difficult. If she did not, though, one day it might cost her dearly…