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Mirumoto opened his eyes with a start as he sat straight up in bed, sweat streaming from his face. His hand went instantly for his sword, but he realized that he was no longer on the battlefields of Shou, and that his life was not in danger. There were no villages here to be burned, no lives of the innocent to be taken by the order of the Emperor. He gently put his sword down, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and he took a gradual notice of his surroundings.
The light was starting to stream in from the window of the Four Lanterns, and it lit the twilight-ridden room like blade of light cutting through the darkness. Mirumoto rubbed his shoulder as he looked beside him at the sleeping form of Shia. Her hair was messy and tangled, but no less a calming sight to behold as the silver sheen of it reflected some of the sun's rays. He gently brushed off an ivory strand from her face, making her crinkle her nose slightly. He smiled and with the utmost care lifted himself out of bed.
Smiling. Something different that he had been taking care to do lately. Emotions such as the one he was feeling about Shia were becoming all too common.
'Perhaps I am getting soft' he mused to himself. Love has no place in the heart of a Samurai. Only the duty to his master. He could not place Shia above his duty, no matter how much he wished it. He gazed at her sleeping form, as her dusky colored arm slowly made its way to where he had been sleeping previously.
This was something new for him, and he would see where it would lead. He knew that Shia was fast becoming an important part of his life, and so instead of going outside to practice, he would crawl back into bed so that her arm would find him. Duty first, but for just a few minutes he would lay beside her.
The light was starting to stream in from the window of the Four Lanterns, and it lit the twilight-ridden room like blade of light cutting through the darkness. Mirumoto rubbed his shoulder as he looked beside him at the sleeping form of Shia. Her hair was messy and tangled, but no less a calming sight to behold as the silver sheen of it reflected some of the sun's rays. He gently brushed off an ivory strand from her face, making her crinkle her nose slightly. He smiled and with the utmost care lifted himself out of bed.
Smiling. Something different that he had been taking care to do lately. Emotions such as the one he was feeling about Shia were becoming all too common.
'Perhaps I am getting soft' he mused to himself. Love has no place in the heart of a Samurai. Only the duty to his master. He could not place Shia above his duty, no matter how much he wished it. He gazed at her sleeping form, as her dusky colored arm slowly made its way to where he had been sleeping previously.
This was something new for him, and he would see where it would lead. He knew that Shia was fast becoming an important part of his life, and so instead of going outside to practice, he would crawl back into bed so that her arm would find him. Duty first, but for just a few minutes he would lay beside her.