(First off, I want to say thank you to everyone who enjoyed my first piece involving these two. I'm glad there are people out there who also enjoy seeing Masamune with his wife. So, without further ado, I give you another one. Enjoy!)

Bold Italics mean the characters are saying English/Engrish words.

Flashbacks are written in 3rd person. The rest is in Mego's POV, Italics are her thoughts.

"Mego, do you remember how we met?"

"How could I not? I treasure such a memory, Masamune."

The sun had begun to set in the summer sky as I, Mego-hime, sat with the Lord of Oshu, Date Masamune; My husband of now ten whole years. The sound of crickets could be easily heard, many of Oshu's citizens were busily preparing dinner for their families, and some were loyal soldiers of the Date.

I quietly poured him a cup of sake, handed it over for him to take, then proceeded to pour some for myself – a social taboo for a woman of high born blood yes, but the Date were never the type to stick to old timely traditions, its how we rolled.

I watched him take a large sip of the liquid; I followed with my much smaller sip. The bitter yet warm taste of the alcohol slithered down my throat, my body cringed slightly at the feeling and taste. I could hear him chuckle at my reaction. I turned to look at him with an eyebrow raised.

"I'm not a drinker like you. Or a smoker for that matter darling." I teasingly replied, a smile already forming on my lips.

He returned it with a smirk, a hand already reaching out to touch my hair, some of the blackened strands already floating onto his fingertips without the wind's aid.

I let my eyes wander over to him as he focused on my hair, now somewhat entranced with how to it moved on its own.

I have you to thank, my dearest...

My mind slipped further into my memories, now recalling our destined encounter with one another...

Miharu Castle, Mutsu, 1554

Date Terumune sat in the middle of the grand hall with his eldest son, Masamune who was only the young age of thirteen. He glanced down at his son, wearing a smile filled with pride and immense approval.

"No need to be nervous, my son." He said in an attempt to reassure the boy.

Masamune quickly stuck his nose in the air with enough confidence to strengthen an army.

"Hmph! Who says I'm nervous? It's only a girl!" he spat back, crossing his arms as he impatiently waited for the 'girl' to arrive. His arrogant nature soon turned to slight intimidation as two figures entered the room, seating themselves opposite to where he and his father sat.

"Tamura Kiyoaki, I, Date Terumune humbly ask for your attention." The elder man said, bowing his head to the floor, ushering his fidgety son to follow suit.

The man named Kiyoaki smirked amusedly, bowing his head in return as his daughter followed with silent obedience. This caused Masamune to look up at her, the young Princess of the North. She looked back at him through her mask as she remained low to the ground.

Masamune studied the mask on the girl's face, something about it unnerved him. A snow white face with blood-red eyes entangled in twisted vines was what he saw. He knew the face before him was simply a porcelain one, not a fleshy girl's face. As eerie as this masked face was, he could not keep his eye off her. Something about her caught his attention.

Both boy and girl were forced to sit upright as Kiyoaki coughed to get their attention. Terumune silently chuckled at his son; Kiyoaki looked at his daughter with little amusement.

"Good of you to come, Lord Date and Young Master Date. May I present to you my only daughter Mego-Hime." Kiyoaki said, his right hand briskly moving toward his daughter as if he was presenting a rare doll.

"Welcome Lord Date and Young Master Date. I am honoured to be in the same room as you." Mego's muffled voice said through the mask and bowed her head. It was high-pitched, yet restrained from proper etiquette.

"Greetings Little Princess, we are delighted that we could have an audience with you. This is my son, Botenmaru." Terumune said, his politeness never wavered but still carried its friendly nature.

"Feh!" was all the little One-Eyed Dragon said as he turned to look towards the window. He dreamed only of being outside, possibly causing mischief with his cousin Shigezane.

Kiyoaki raised his eyebrow in disapproval; Mego covered her where her mouth would be to further muffle her giggling.

"Something on your mind?" Masamune's voice snapped me back into reality as I jolted and looked over.

"Hmm? Oh, forgive me Masamune. My mind wandered off." I replied, a faint blush forming on my face no doubt.

I should look at something else, or think of a new topic.

Haha, I'm so strange...

He rested himself on the floor, propping his head on his right hand as he looked up at me. His trademark smirk still remained on his face – he knew that was what would always weaken me further, the cheater.

I strained myself to look elsewhere, my blushing worsening as I kept looking back at his rather provocative behaviour.

"M-Must you?" I asked in broken English, my flustering self only made him chuckle.

"You haven't changed." He said, his free hand resting itself on my lap. The instant warmth from his hand transferred onto my bare leg – will I ever stop blushing?

I was always so shy around him...

Oshu, 1555

The marriage alliance between the Date and Tamura ended in a bitter argument. Kiyoaki insisted that the Tamura would take over, Terumune wanted no part of it now knowing the Tamura's true intentions...

"This way!" Mego said as she waved her right hand to beckon Masamune, her left hand held onto her mask as she waited for him.

During the brief, but harmonious unity of the Date and the Tamura, the Little One-Eyed Dragon and the Little Princess of the North had grown close with one another. But things had come to an abrupt end for them as Kiyoaki became more corrupted. Demons were showing up everywhere in the Northern part of Mutsu, even rumours of Kiyoaki forcing his own daughter into becoming a demon circulated the province.

Still, boy and girl remained together despite that they had to meet half-way, even if it was only once a month to see each other. To them, it was well worth the wait.

"Mego!" Masamune yelled out to her, "Where are you taking me?" he forced himself to follow her, despite that he was dead tired and she was wide awake.

Mego stopped and turned to face him, "A secret place of mine. No one knows...Well, you will. But just you and I." She said a small giggle could be heard from the young girl as she skipped ahead.

The young boy followed after her, not exactly sure where she was taking him. He was about to call out for her again when he stopped in his tracks.

"Isn't it beautiful?" Mego asked and sighed blissfully at the scenery before them. Ruins of what seemed to be an old village littered all over the place, a river flowed not too far from the location. Some buildings remained intact, while others were rotting away and giving into nature's hands.

Slowly, Masamune walked over to Mego, looking around as he did and careful he didn't disturb any possible "spirits".

"This place..." he began, his white-blue eye looking around at the buildings, the natural look of it all, and burned the image into his mind. Promising to himself that he would remember this place forever.

"I come here when I want to be alone, and when I can." She said, walking about the empty ruins and danced about the trees like an otherworldly being. "It used to be a village, but unknown causes made it this way..." she stopped, resting her hand on the wall of what used to be a mansion.

"Unknown causes...?" the young One-eyed Dragon asked, following after her again only stopping for a few seconds to look at some of the houses.

"Father said it was a flood, but..." Mego turned her masked face towards Masamune, her hair moving about in slow motion.

There was no wind that day.

He watched as her hair continued to dance about, only a few strands remained in the air. Was it a trick?

"But...?" he asked, eager to know what may be the truth.

"Demons have been around here. Father has become so different, so cruel." Mego said her voice now carrying hints of pain. She reached up to grab her hair, trying to prevent it from moving. Her hands wandered over to her mask, shaking as they touched the cold porcelain.

"Mego...?" he reached out to her, resting a hand on her shoulder.

"H-Harinago..."

"What? Hari-what?"

"Harinago. Hair demon. That's what I am..."

All Masamune could feel was pain. Her pain. The pain of a caged princess, longing to be free.

"Treasure." He whispered, bowing his head to the ground.

"Treasure?" Mego tilted her head to one side in confusion.

"Dragons have Treasure," he began, now resting both hands on her shoulders, "You are not a demon. You are my Treasure, you see?" he looked at her with a stern expression.

All Mego could do was giggle at the sudden change of language mixed with his childlike face wearing an expression fitted for adults.

"What?" he said now embarrassed and annoyed with her.

"Forgive me, Botenmaru. But I'm afraid I found that to be adorable..." she replied between giggles, her hands rested on where her mouth would be.

He crossed his arms and looked away, attempting to focus his attention on something else. Anything to rid of his blushing.

Noticing that her statement bothered him, Mego lowered her head in shame. Any minute now and she'd be receiving bitter words from her father. He didn't even have to be there with her, his words remained within her mind.

Looking back, he noticed that she had grown quiet. Sighing, he a hand underneath her chin and lifted her head up so she would face him again.

"I want to see your face. Your true face." He said, turning his body to face hers. She tensed at his suggestion, her hands touching her face as if she was guarding it from evil.

"Y-you can't. I'm...Ugly." she said turning herself away from him. "Father said so. All demons are ugly, females are the ugliest." She whimpered, her body shaking as she began to cry.

"M-Mego! Don't cry...!" he stammered now at a loss for words to comfort the crying girl before him. He shoved his right hand through his hair, his fingers touching the leather strap of his eye patch.

Then it hit him.

He looked back at her, resting both hands on her shoulders as he pulled her close which stopped her crying.

"I have a mask too..." he whispered, still holding onto her.

"Your...Eye patch...?"

He nodded. She nodded.

Mego pulled away, putting her hands on the edge of the mask. Masamune pulled away as well, one hand holding onto the clasp that held the two straps together on the eye patch.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Ready...But you have to promise me that you won't laugh..." she said.

"Promise."

The only sound that filled the air was birdsong in the distance and the water flow from the river. Silence surrounded the two as they revealed their faces to one another.

Faces only a selective few had ever seen.

Her face was pale from being covered; her eyes were doe-like and were the colour of red – demon's eyes. Her features were childlike; had yet to mature, yet carried a supernatural beauty about them. Her black hair framed her oval-shaped face as she looked up at him with a worried gaze.

All the young dragon could do was stare at her face. Not in horrified shock, not in a blank stare, but in a transfixed way. She waited for his response, afraid of the outcome.

"You're..." he said, reaching out to touch her face. Her skin was cold, yet soft. He could feel the otherworldly presence as he kept his hand there.

"I-I'm...?" she asked, her eyes widening in fear.

"...Beautiful."

I jolted again. Looking over at Masamune as he stood up, I watched as he reached out to offer his hand to me. I took it and stood up beside him.

I need to stop spacing out like that, it's becoming worrisome.

"What's beautiful, darling?" I asked and moved closer to him. I rested my head just underneath his chin and could feel his arm snake around my waist.

He looked down at me, his left eye staring into mine as a gentler smile formed.

"Isn't it obvious?" he asked, pulling me closer. I knew exactly what he was getting at.

I looked away as my usual blush formed, my eyes focused on the garden outside.

"Ch-Charming me isn't going to get you anywhere, Masamune." I said, my voice stuttering as I tried to be difficult. I turned myself away from him, running my hand down his chest as I slowly pulled away.

Knowing me, I'll slip up on trying to be a tease too...I'm not so good at being a temptress...

I could hear him follow after me, his arms wrap around my waist to stop me from walking further from him. This prompted me to look up at him, my blush still very present on my face.

"Who said you could walk away?" he said as a grin formed on his face, I forced myself to look away.

"Now now, Dragon... I'm not going to leave you for anyone else." I replied then looked back at him with a smirk. I rested a hand on the collar of his kimono, my fingers playfully tugging at them as if I was trying to undo them. He smirked as his hands travelled further from my waist.

Feeble attempt at trying to make him feel uncomfortable, but can't kill a girl for trying...

"That so?" he said while pulling me closer to him, I was now trapped in the arms of my husband. "Seems I've recaptured my Treasure." He added and lowered his face closer to mine.

Author's Note:

Sorry about cutting it off the way I did. I wanted to stop before I made it any longer (about 6 pages which is a lot for someone who doesn't write on a regular basis). Also, my Mego-Hime is based after the concepts I have via deviantART which you can find on my profile page. =)

Second chapter may get a bit steamy depending on how far I go with this. I'm aiming for this to be a 3 chapter story (short, I know but I prefer one-shots lol).

Anyway, hope everyone liked it. I've been busy with college and whatnot so sorry I didn't write anything sooner lol.