my samurai lover HE

?Even though I was stranded in Nagaokakyo, which is very, very close to Kyoto, I still couldn't see him.

Dr. Matsumoto reassured me that he had already written a letter to Kyoto when he arrived in Nagaokakyo. If Soujiro received the letter, he would know where to find me.

During this period, a very important event also happened: Japan's No.15 generation general also went to Kyoto from Edo, and announced the return of the great government.When I heard the news, I went to Dr. Matsumoto expectantly and asked him if it meant that the two sides shook hands and made peace, that Japan would be at peace, and Soujiro could go home.

Dr. Matsumoto just shook his head and told me with a wry smile that it was just the beginning.

I quickly understood why that was just the beginning.

One night in winter, I suddenly woke up from my sleep. When I opened my eyes, I found a vague figure kneeling beside me in the dark, with a line of sight silently resting on my face.

"Soujiro?" I subconsciously reached out and touched his warm lips.

"Sorry, did I wake you up?" His gentle voice sounded, and with his voice, the candle beside the bed was lit.

I stared at him intently, he probably just arrived, his hair was still a little messy, he was still wearing a coat, and his face was full of exhaustion.The candle shadows were reflected heavily on his delicate and beautiful face, and I could see the light burning in the tiny pupils in the dark eyes.

We stared at each other without saying anything, the long-lost thoughts had already been confirmed in our hearts.I sat up propped up, wrapping my limbs around him like vines.I smelled the breath on his body, my eyes were hot and I was about to cry.I hugged him hard, afraid that this was another dream I had.

His slender but powerful arms also hugged me tightly, and his right hand combed my sleepy curly hair again and again.I did the same, stretching out my hand to pull out his hairband from the back of his head, letting his long hair hang down, inserting my hand into his hair root and stroking it slowly.His hair was a little dry at the ends, still tinged with the winter chill from the outdoors.

His warm breath sprayed on my neck, igniting every missing cell in my body.I lowered my head and bit his slender collarbone, which still smelled of dust and sweat, mixed with the half-breath of green grass, but it wasn't unpleasant.

"It's dirty." He muttered, and then tried to stand up. "I boiled some water before I came here."

But I refused to let go, and he stood up after clinging to him. He smiled helplessly, wrapped me in his clothes, and walked to the water room with half his arms and half his arms.

The cold air in winter spreads along the exposed skin, "Is it cold?" he asked, and I shook my head quickly.He kissed me, then hugged me hard, and walked on the corridor under the pale moonlight, with the faint fragrance of bamboo leaves in the air.

He raised his hand to close the door of the water room, and put me on the table. There was no light in the room, so I could only watch him bit by bit by the moonlight.

He was a little shy when I saw him, and coaxed me: "Turn around, I'll be fine soon."

I stubbornly refused to look away, I picked up the towel in the basin, pulled open his skirt, and began to rub his skin meticulously.He stood in front of me, a little reserved, shy not daring to look me in the eyes, although we already have Yuta, but in this respect he still has the shyness and reserve characteristic of oriental teenagers.

I wiped his delicate and smooth skin with a warm towel, without letting go of a single bit, carefully and gently brushing his slender and straight neck, small and beautiful collarbone, along the muscle texture formed by his years of holding knives Wipe it down.

I don't know when, my lips replaced my hands, and I kissed him cautiously and eagerly.His body is so hot, his breath is so clear.In the dark, I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he eagerly buried his head on my chest. There was almost no foreplay, and we couldn't wait to be entangled together.

His young and powerful body supported me, and a mournful groan came out of his throat. His movements became more urgent and fierce, and his lips lingered on the side of my chest and neck.That long-lost feeling was so wonderful, coming to me wave after wave. At that time, I seemed to hear the whistle of the ship on the pier again, and the sound of the waves beating the shore.

Through the darkness, I can almost see his pair of clear and bright eyes staring at me burningly, making me drown in his tenderness and affection.

In the end, he carried me back to the house when I lost my strength, and covered my eyes with rough and warm palms when I was reluctant to close them.

"Sleep, I'm next to you."

In his soft voice, I gradually fell into sleep.

When I woke up the next day, there was no sign of him beside the bed.I subconsciously looked at Yuta's small bed, only to find that he, who would have woken up crying at night, was still sleeping sweetly with his fists clenched.

I hurriedly pushed aside his little quilt, and found that he had already changed his underwear, which was made by Soujiro.

My heart was relieved, and I heard a meow. He had already walked in with Yoshihiro-san in his arms. I haven't seen him for a long time, and even Yoshihiro missed him very much.

He put the cat down and helped me put on my clothes. He even sat behind me, fiddling with my curls with his fingers to make a bun for me.

His seriousness made me feel a little uneasy. I looked at his blue eyelids and asked him tentatively, "What's the matter? You don't seem to have slept well."

He slowly put the wooden comb aside, then hugged me tightly from behind, I stared at the face in the mirror as he looked at me tenderly, the morning sun jumped on the ends of his hair, reflected in the mirror, let me I couldn't see his face clearly.

He said slowly: "Mr. Xiao Lin is already waiting for you in the living room, you can follow him later."

Before I could react, tears had already flowed down my face.

I looked at him in disbelief: "You want me to go again?"

His arms around my waist tightened, and he said sadly:

"Kondo...Mr. Kondo has been seriously injured, and I have sent him to Osaka to recuperate."

My hands tightly grasped his arm lying in front of me, and my nails pinched him tightly.I can't imagine that although I don't like the Director Kondo who doesn't agree with me, he is the core of the Shinsengumi. There are so many masters in the Shinsengumi, even he has been seriously injured... The current situation on the side of the shogunate...

"...So." I found that my voice was trembling badly, and I said these words almost hoarsely.

He shook his head.

"I will leave with Mr. Matsumoto later. He has been recruited by the general and is going to Kyoto as a military doctor to stand by. There will be a big battle soon."

I stared at him: "Which side will win this time? You? Or the other side?"

His eyes looked aside: "We will all fight to the last moment."

"Answer me! Which side do you think will win!" I finally couldn't hold back, and screamed in a voice so sharp that I didn't even recognize myself.

Yuta, who was sleeping soundly, was awakened by my voice, and burst into tears.

He looked back at Yuta who was crying heartbreakingly with his eyes open, walked over and picked up the chubby him, put him in his arms and patted him, the gesture was as gentle as he used to caress Yoshihiro-san, but there was no cry from Yuta Go down.The child seemed to feel the fear from me, and cried louder.

He stood there at a loss with the child in his arms, looking at me like a big child who had been scolded.

"Mary, come and see him, he's still crying, he's been crying."

I staggered to my feet, wrapping my arms around his waist as he supported me.I refused to hug Yongta, insisting that he look at Yongta's crying face.

"Come with me! Come with me! Are you going to make him fatherless? Even you think that you will probably not win next! You will die! You will die! Why do you want to go? !"

In the end, I almost roared at the top of my lungs, tears blurred my vision, I knew the hope was slim, but I still looked at him beggingly.

He stretched out his thumb to wipe my tears, and smiled softly, but the sharpness of his voice shocked me.

"You're talking stupid again. I'm a warrior. How can a warrior be afraid of death?"

"Sojiro..."

"I, the day I became a warrior, I was destined to die for loyalty."

"Do not……"

"Mr. Hijikata, Shinpachi, Hajime, Ah Cheng... There can be no cowards among us. The general has issued a summoning order, and we must uphold our beliefs and fight until the last moment."

His smile is still so gentle, but cruelly cut my heart.

"Mary, my wife."

He put his lips on my forehead and murmured.

"sorry."

My eyelids gradually became heavy, and his face in my field of vision became smaller and smaller and blurred.Until I was completely in the dark, I could still hear the child's cry and his low sigh.

"Still... I miss you..."