[It is perhaps an hour after eating Aiichiro's food that Motochika starts to feel mildly nauseated. He does not immediately worry, though it puzzles him somewhat; he merely assumes that there must have been a local ingredient in the meal that doesn't sit well with him. Poisoning does not cross his mind.
Nor does it stop him from spending time with Mitsuhide in their quarters.
Unfortunately there comes a point at which ignoring the intensifying feeling is impossible: he is in the middle of speaking to his lover when his stomach rebels. He only just suppresses retching.
The last thing that he wants to do is to be sick over Mitsuhide.
Motochika leaps to his feet, his shamisen and bachi thrown to the floor in a clutter. He can taste it at the back of his throat and feels the tumult in his stomach refusing to settle; there isn't a moment spare for him to explain. As swiftly as he can he sprints up onto the Koumyou's deck, crossing it in a rush, intent upon reaching edge of the ship. It's a close call, but he manages to hunch over the rail in time, and empties the contents of his stomach into the ocean violently.]
Closed to Mitsuhide;
Nor does it stop him from spending time with Mitsuhide in their quarters.
Unfortunately there comes a point at which ignoring the intensifying feeling is impossible: he is in the middle of speaking to his lover when his stomach rebels. He only just suppresses retching.
The last thing that he wants to do is to be sick over Mitsuhide.
Motochika leaps to his feet, his shamisen and bachi thrown to the floor in a clutter. He can taste it at the back of his throat and feels the tumult in his stomach refusing to settle; there isn't a moment spare for him to explain. As swiftly as he can he sprints up onto the Koumyou's deck, crossing it in a rush, intent upon reaching edge of the ship. It's a close call, but he manages to hunch over the rail in time, and empties the contents of his stomach into the ocean violently.]