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( mai is in azuchi castle with the other seamstresses when the wormhole comes. it starts as a tingling in her fingertips as she threads the needle through the delicate fabric of this time and creeps up her muscles and into her spine until her hands begin to tremble. for a moment she stares at her hands in confusion and brief displeasure, annoyance lancing through her system at the interruption of her work.
but then the other seamstresses begin to worriedly whisper amongst each other about the brewing storm outside, and it's then that mai rises from her work station to pad over to join the twittering women. this is unusual for this season, they murmur, it's too early for typhoons. what of nobunaga-sama's conquests? will he be safe?
of course he will, mai can't help but think, almost bitterly. after saving his selfish butt once, it'd be too anticlimactic for him to get swept away in a storm. it's been a few months since her arrival in this time, and she likes to think she's settling in as well as she can, but it's difficult when your boss is a literal warlord obsessed with using you as a good luck charm. maybe the storm should blow him away...
she is not without sense, however, and it doesn't take long for the seamstresses' words and her own body's reactions to sink in. her bones practically grow cold as she eyes the roiling, dark clouds in the distance, slowly sweeping down the mountains like ghostly hands. she sees the crackles of lightning and takes a step back.
it can't be. it's a whole month early! it's not time yet!
it seems that sasuke was mistaken. which spells trouble for them, because neither of them are anywhere near kyoto. could it be possible that sasuke's wrong about that too? she wishes she can freak out at him about this now, but he's nowhere in sight, and as much as she prefers he not ninja his way into her quarters at night, this is the wrong time to be courteous. last time they spoke, he was planning to return to echigo with lord kenshin.
crap, crap, crap, crap!
elegant as always, mai curses to herself and turns on her heel, ignoring the various questioning glances and calls of her name as she rushes down the long hallways and out into the yard. the storm seems to be gathering closer by the second, if that's even possible — but who is she to question what's possible and impossible at this point? all she knows is that it's here, and it's big, and frightening, and she might even hazard a guess that it's here for her.
for a moment, her voice is lodged in her throat as she stares at the monstrous sight before her. rain begins to fall around her like the rest of the life she's built here, it seems, and she almost feels regret. at not having more time to learn from the seamstresses here, or getting a chance to cultivate the friendships she's struck up, or even wish nobunaga good luck, as much of a jerk as he is. but it seems whatever time she has here is gone, and with a rush of adrenaline and, as some may argue, stupidity, mai launches herself across the muddy landscape and into the torrential rain.
it's freeing, almost, to run like this, unburdened by the laws of sengoku era gender roles and ladylike behaviors. she quickly loses her sandals in her dash towards the doorway to home, but it's no matter. her heart pounds against her ribcage like a drum and her blood feels like it's on fire, but she doesn't stop, not even the fear of being caught and dragged back to the oda forces by her hair.
it isn't until she's escaped the castle and stopped in a nearby field just on the outskirts of town that she stumbles and comes to a stop. her lungs burn and her body is wracked with gasps and coughs as she attempts to force air back into her. the ground seems to tremble underneath her feet, and she shudders with it, a tendril of fear finally curling its way into her heart.
she wishes sasuke is here. but she'll have to do this alone. hopefully he'll find her, wherever that may be.
the storm rages forward and there's a break in the clouds as it comes upon her. it sinks, grasping, pulling until she thinks she's floating into that yawning abyss —
suddenly she's falling again. her eyes can't fathom the twists and turns of the incorporeal, and fleetingly, she wonders if she's going to die. the screaming all around her is so loud and overwhelming that at first she doesn't register it's coming from her as she plummets to the earth below.
and then everything goes dark. )
but then the other seamstresses begin to worriedly whisper amongst each other about the brewing storm outside, and it's then that mai rises from her work station to pad over to join the twittering women. this is unusual for this season, they murmur, it's too early for typhoons. what of nobunaga-sama's conquests? will he be safe?
of course he will, mai can't help but think, almost bitterly. after saving his selfish butt once, it'd be too anticlimactic for him to get swept away in a storm. it's been a few months since her arrival in this time, and she likes to think she's settling in as well as she can, but it's difficult when your boss is a literal warlord obsessed with using you as a good luck charm. maybe the storm should blow him away...
she is not without sense, however, and it doesn't take long for the seamstresses' words and her own body's reactions to sink in. her bones practically grow cold as she eyes the roiling, dark clouds in the distance, slowly sweeping down the mountains like ghostly hands. she sees the crackles of lightning and takes a step back.
it can't be. it's a whole month early! it's not time yet!
it seems that sasuke was mistaken. which spells trouble for them, because neither of them are anywhere near kyoto. could it be possible that sasuke's wrong about that too? she wishes she can freak out at him about this now, but he's nowhere in sight, and as much as she prefers he not ninja his way into her quarters at night, this is the wrong time to be courteous. last time they spoke, he was planning to return to echigo with lord kenshin.
crap, crap, crap, crap!
elegant as always, mai curses to herself and turns on her heel, ignoring the various questioning glances and calls of her name as she rushes down the long hallways and out into the yard. the storm seems to be gathering closer by the second, if that's even possible — but who is she to question what's possible and impossible at this point? all she knows is that it's here, and it's big, and frightening, and she might even hazard a guess that it's here for her.
for a moment, her voice is lodged in her throat as she stares at the monstrous sight before her. rain begins to fall around her like the rest of the life she's built here, it seems, and she almost feels regret. at not having more time to learn from the seamstresses here, or getting a chance to cultivate the friendships she's struck up, or even wish nobunaga good luck, as much of a jerk as he is. but it seems whatever time she has here is gone, and with a rush of adrenaline and, as some may argue, stupidity, mai launches herself across the muddy landscape and into the torrential rain.
it's freeing, almost, to run like this, unburdened by the laws of sengoku era gender roles and ladylike behaviors. she quickly loses her sandals in her dash towards the doorway to home, but it's no matter. her heart pounds against her ribcage like a drum and her blood feels like it's on fire, but she doesn't stop, not even the fear of being caught and dragged back to the oda forces by her hair.
it isn't until she's escaped the castle and stopped in a nearby field just on the outskirts of town that she stumbles and comes to a stop. her lungs burn and her body is wracked with gasps and coughs as she attempts to force air back into her. the ground seems to tremble underneath her feet, and she shudders with it, a tendril of fear finally curling its way into her heart.
she wishes sasuke is here. but she'll have to do this alone. hopefully he'll find her, wherever that may be.
the storm rages forward and there's a break in the clouds as it comes upon her. it sinks, grasping, pulling until she thinks she's floating into that yawning abyss —
suddenly she's falling again. her eyes can't fathom the twists and turns of the incorporeal, and fleetingly, she wonders if she's going to die. the screaming all around her is so loud and overwhelming that at first she doesn't register it's coming from her as she plummets to the earth below.
and then everything goes dark. )
