Perverts in a Pocket

Title: Perverts in a Pocket

Pairing: MasaYuki, IeYuki, MitsuYuki (All for UKE!Yuki)

Genre: Yaoi, Comedy, Friendship

Summary: A/U. Yukimura is a poor lonely boy. He decided to do a simple suicide but got a couple friends instead. But did he really need friends who kept looking for a chance to slip their hands into his pants?

A/N: Um... Ahaha... Hello... This's Rie... Oh my God, I feel so awkward now. It has been a really long while, no? Well... I don't really know what two say. Yes, it's not exactly 2 weeks after I last appeared with the last chapter-... No, it's been more than a half year... I'm sorry. Really, I'm so sorry about this... B-but now I'm back with the next chapter-...! Here! I made this one for you guys! And, um... Right, the reviews!

azab: "Yeah! Keiji is awesome alright! I like him as he's so friendly and kind and gentle despite having such a huge body! He's like a cuddly huge dog! And so... Mouri Motonari will appear in this chapter and I'll try to make him appear again-... Well, of course he will. Anyway, please read this 10th chapter and tell me what you think! Pretty please~"

xiaotakara: "Takara-chaaaaaannn~...! I'm so sorry for the long wait. And well, people have different thought about styles and such. It is only natural for them to state their taste and defend it against all odd, isn't it? Well, no... But anyway, they just wanna get the best for Yukimura even though their way to do it is comical-... Nah, they're just egoist. Teehee XD Ah, and anyway... take your time with the drawing. Do it at your own pace, I don't wanna rush you" *wink* "Oh, And thank you! I'm gonna do my best with my lesson!"

CrimsonRoppi: "Thank you very much! I'm very happy you like this story! Here's the 10th chapter, I'm very sorry for the long wait! I hope you can love this chapter as much as you like the previous ones! Happy reading."

Rosette1811: "You know what-...? No, seriously, I don't know what to say here. We've been talking a lot and I've said almost everything I wanna say-... Anyway, I'm very grateful for your patience! Seriously! Thanks for your encouragement and... and everything! I'm a slow writer who keeps getting writer block one day after another-... But here it is! Just as I promised, I'm posting it before Christmast! Please enjoy it-... Well, I hope I'm not ruining any hope you've built... P-please enjoy!"

soulevans27: "Hehehe... Really, I was quite surprised that people can really laugh with what I write. I thought it would be just, like, read and go. Just like that... I'm very happy that you can enjoy reading this story. And yeah... I do hope I can make Sasuke fall in love with the new Yukimura, all grown up and fresh. So here's the next chapter! Enjoy!"

LindyLinn: "Thank you very much! Hehe, I love DateSana too, but I like seeing Yukimura with the others as well. So I kinda understand how you feel. I can't ensure anyone that this will be a DateSana fic, things might change overtime. But anyway, please read and tell me what you think! Enjoy this chapter!"

anon (1): "I'm very sorry about the lack of Xdress on the previous chapter! I was actually intended to write one with it but... Well... Yeah... Maybe I should save that for later-... B-but anyway, I'll try to use that idea for the chapters to come! Until then, please enjoy the new chapters I just added! And please tell me what you think about it, yes?"

IRunWithScissors: "I'm so sorry-...! I'm so very very sorry! This is not exactly 2 weeks but I hope you can forgive me! Here's the next chapter I was promising back then. Please read it to your heart content and share your thought with me later. Please...?" *sparkle eyes*

anon (2): "Please, don't be lonely! Here's the new chapter! Please read it and enjoy it-...! And tell me what you think later, okaaayy?"

And that's all for the reviews! And before I forgot... Sengoku Basara and all of its characters belong to CAPCOM, not me. Also, the picture for the cover of this story was not made by me. If you guys found the link of the source, please share it with me so I can put it on the disclaimer later on... I seriously don't want to get into trouble just because of this-... Really. And for the other readers whose name hadn't been typed up there on the review section, thank you so much for reading this story. Please enjoy the newest chapter and share your thoughts with me. And so... here's the new chapter! You'll find lots of grammar mistakes, you've been warned. Enjoy!

Plan 10: Face it, Cinderella! The Ball Started; With or Without Glass Slippers

Sanada Yukimura bowed his head so low that his neck started to protest, begging for a release from the tight knot of muscle cramp. Harsh stares rained upon him without mercy, like he was some kind of attraction in the middle of a freak show. He didn't understand exactly what happened, but from what he managed to gather, he was being placed in the middle of an empty room and being surrounded by stern looking men for a reason. And that reason was none other than a punishment.

Well, it wasn't exactly his fault to begin with but still… With Masamune and Mitsunari kept trying to strangle each other's throat; Ieyasu did his best to separate them both; Yukimura could almost do nothing to help Keiji catching Yumekichi. The whole store was a total mess for quite a while. Yeah, Motochika wasn't busy at that moment but apparently he found it kinda amusing to sit by and watch the show.

"Um… I-…" Yukimura bit his lip and raised his hand. The silence was awkward; same went with the atmosphere. "Can I-…?" he hadn't even think about what he wanted to ask.

"No," one of the men replied shortly, clearly refusing to lead the conversation any further. Yukimura sighed; if only someone he knew could keep him company he would be utterly grateful. Before anyone asked where the other lads were, they were being herded to another room. But still… How come they could be gathered inside the same room when he had to sit all by himself? Could it be because Masamune, Mitsunari and Ieyasu all came for famous families? Well, famous might not be the best word to describe it; but no normal guy would be surrounded by reporters and cameras. Then what about the other two, then?

Suddenly, a knock on the door broke the silence. Yukimura's head snapped sideway and he found himself waiting for the wooden door to be opened. One of the men who were supposed to keep an eye on him took the lead and opened the door slightly to identify the newcomer. Whispers and mumbles… Yukimura couldn't catch what they were talking about no matter how much he sharpened his ears. Guessing that the manager might at last decided what to do with him; the young lad sighed and let everything go with the flow.

The whisper slowly grew into a growl, and the growl turned into a shout. The voice grew louder and louder; so the manager knew how to be noisy. But then the noises stopped all of a sudden. Yukimura's ears twitched at the sudden silence, wondering exactly what happened. The door then slammed open and hit the wall mercilessly.

"Yukimura-…!"

The said boy's eyes went wide; the balls almost fell off the sockets. He knew better than anyone that something that seemed impossible to happen might as well occur without any warning. But this one just… Totally unexpected. He felt his heart thumped loudly inside his chest, ready to burst out at any moment. It was getting hard to breath as the time passed the heat from excitement crawled up to the very top of his head; warming then even the farthest corner of his toes.

"Yukimura…! Oh Kami-sama-…!" the newcomer rushed toward Yukimura and engulfed him into an embrace. Yukimura fell into a deep silence and went rigid. "Thank God you're okay… You're not hurt anywhere, are you?" the words flew one after another from a familiar shaped mouth. The tone and melody were all so nostalgic that Yukimura couldn't believe it. "Hey… Yukimura?"

Gapping like a fish out of the pond, Yukimura pushed the guy he knew from his memory away slightly and observed his face carefully. There was no mistake… "Sasuke…?" he gasped softly. "Sasuke, is it really you?!" the wave of happiness washed over him and he found himself pulling the guy closer. This was Sasuke, Sarutobi Sasuke! The one who was like a brother for him, the one who went missing from his radar for years, the one whose name kept reappearing inside his mind, the one who-… "Wait. You're supposed to be in America right now…" Yukimura blinked.

Sasuke's heartwarming laughter filled the whole room and Yukimura couldn't hold himself from chuckling cheerfully. "No! How can I stay there when my precious childhood friend is in trouble?!" he smiled and patted Yukimura's head. The brown haired young man closed his eyes a bit and leaned into the touch; just like in the past, Sasuke liked to pat his head when he did something good. "I'm glad you're okay," Sasuke once again hugged Yukimura; this time even tighter like no tomorrow.

Yukimura tugged the corner of his lips upward and caressed Sasuke's back. He missed his friend, more than anything he could remember. He patiently savored every sensation he could get from someone who was more like a family than friend to him. It had been too long-… Wait a minute. "Hey, Sasuke… How come you're still so small?" Yukimura tilted his head sideway, realizing the glitch on this very sacral moment. "You're supposed to grow taller and bigger, rig-…? H-hey! What the-…?!" Tell him he was imagining things but he could swear he felt something unpleasant.

"Yukimura…" Sasuke's breath felt hot on Yukimura's neck. "I missed you," Yukimura couldn't see it but it wont prevent him from feeling the naughty grope on his butt. This couldn't be real! "Yuki…" the autumn haired youngster smiled and added one soft peck on the nook of Yukimura's neck.

"Sasuke, I think that's enough," he chuckled awkwardly and tried to tug Sasuke's hand away from his bottom. He added a few powerful pulls but the hand refused to budge. "Sasuke, I'm serious-…! It's starting to get uncomforta-… Ahhh! N-no-…! Mmph!" the hands slid and somehow got even more creative than before. The fingers rubbed every sensitive spot they could find and Yukimura had to bit his lower lip to hold himself from moaning.

"Mmm… Kitten…"

Wait just a minute! Kitten?!

Even in the darkest time of his life, no matter how many times Sasuke playing pranks on him, the name "Kitten" had never fell off from the said lad's tongue. The only person who called him that way was… "Date Masamune-dono-…?!" Yukimura gritted his teeth with a blush. The struggle got fiercer and more desperate. "E-enough-…! L-let go…! Aahhnn~…!" a pleasurable knead on his inner thighs broke the last restrain Yukimura had. He gasped sweetly and threw his head back a bit.

"ENOUGH!"

Mitsunari's voice bombed and shattered the realm of dream Yukimura's brain had maintained for quiet a while now. Without a change to adjust his eyes to the blast of morning light, Yukimura was being pulled away from his sleep and yelped freely. He felt suffocated and trapped, clawing desperately for a way out. But then he realized that the invincible wall was nothing but his imagination. The weight he bore was coming from the hands of Masamune, which were laced around his body like thick vines. So this was the reason why he dreamt of such a shameless thing! Yukimura lifted his head and gazed straight into Masamune's sleeping face. He looked so peaceful but the palms on his ass told him otherwise.

So Masamune was a pervert even in his sleep.

Deciding that the information was useless, Yukimura pressed his palms on Masamune's chest and pushed himself away. The effort was more than it was worth. "Masamune-dono, please-… Let me go-…!" he blushed and punched Masamune's pectoral muscle half-heartedly. He knew it was rude of him to disturb someone's sleep but his condition was seriously concerning.

"Hm…?" Masamune's single eye appeared between the slightest crack of his lids. His took a good look at Yukimura and smiled. "Morning, Kitten…" was all he mumbled before snuggling closer to his living pillow and diving back to the land of dream.

"When I said 'ENOUGH' that means it's time for you to end this SHIT, Date Masamune!" Yukimura winched and spun his head as much as his neck let him. Mitsunari was glowing dangerously on the side of the bed, towering both of him and Masamune like a Grim Reaper. He grabbed the back of Yukimura's shirt and pulled him away from Masamune's arms, but not before slamming his knuckle over the one-eyed man's head.

The violence appeared to be more than needed to wake Masamune up. The poor lad jumped up from the soft mattress and quickly nursed the newly formed bump on top of his head. "The fuck-…!? Just what the fuck are you doing?!" he barked at the silver haired young man but the said man spare him no glance. The expression he nurtured told Yukimura just how much he couldn't care less if Masamune had lost his scalp instead of having a bloody bump. How cold…

No matter how rude and inappropriate Masamune's action just now, being woken up by this kind of greeting was a little bit too much. Deep inside his heart, Yukimura felt a pang of guilt and pity despite the fact that he was the one being molested. But what could he say? Masamune was half-asleep… It wasn't his fault if Masamune thought Yukimura was his girlfrie-… Wait, Keiji said there was no such thing as 'girlfriend' in Masamune's life. Then… perhaps a 'boyfriend'… W-whatever.

Smiling slightly with a soft sigh, Yukimura reached his hand out toward the black haired man. "M-Masamune-dono… Are you okay?" he asked hesitantly. Masamune lifted his head and tugged his jaw down to force some words out but Mitsunari decided he couldn't waste more time with idle chat. He pulled Yukimura away with him; as if leaving him with Masamune even just for a second could ended up with a frightening result; and dag into the wardrobe. He took out a uniform and threw it to Masamune who made no move to accept it-… Or maybe he just wasn't prepared.

"You've waste enough time, now get ready! We'll be late for school!" he growled at Masamune. "Get your ass moving, dammit!" he added one extra shout when Masamune replied his order with a sharp glare. But then it took him about 5 seconds to see Masamune gathered himself and trotted toward the bathroom; muttering something incoherent under his breath. "You too, Yukimura. Exactly how long are you planning to sleep?!" Mitsunari continued with his preaching and pinched Yukimura's cheek.

"I-I'm sorry, Mitsunari-dono!" Yukimura's hand flailed around in panic; Mitsunari surely know how to torture people. To think that a simple pinch can cause him so much pain to the point of tearing up-… No, he wanted to cry instead! "I won't do it again! I promise, so please let me go-…! Please, Mitsunari-dono…!" when he thought that the skin on his cheek might fall off, Mitsunari drew his fingers away and sighed deeply. Yukimura felt guilty; of course Mitsunari was annoyed at him. He was supposed to wake up earlier than Mitsunari and the other; waking them up at least. It was the least he could do to pay for their kindness. "I'll try to wake up earlier tomorrow… S-so… Will you be going soon, Mitsunari-dono? Should I wait here until you come back or-…?"

Mitsunari's sharp eyes turned even thinner and Yukimura gulped his saliva down nervously. Had he say something wrong…? "What are you talking about? You're coming with us to school. Your uniform has been prepared inside the wardrobe and your other things had been packed inside that bag," Mitsunari pointed at a red bag on the corner of the empty bed.

Yukimura's jaw dropped so low his tongue could easily rolled down to lick the floor. "W-wha…? I mean… Me? Coming with you-…? That can't be, Mitsunari-dono…! I was-…!" he could barely form a simple sentence; the vocabulary inside his brain went into the hiding the moment the news hit him hard. Was it a joke? No, Mitsunari couldn't even tell a knock-knock joke without frowning.

"Enough! Just get yourself ready, the explanation can wait!"

"Y-yes! Right away, Mitsunari-dono!" Yukimura scrambled toward the wardrobe, sweat pouring out from his pores comically. Being shouted at by Mitsunari was disturbingly unpleasant, especially so early in the morning when his soul was barely there taking residence inside his body.

The brunette was practically launching himself toward the available bathroom; meaning he had to run out of the chamber and slipped into the shared one before anyone else had the chance. God knew what would happen if he decided to lay his ass on the bed to wait for his turn; Masamune would take forever to finish up washing all the sleepiness away. Mitsunari was already fuming while barking at him, testing his luck even further would result a certain explosion from the white haired man.

Thank God his speed passed as acceptable; he managed to slam the bathroom door shut before other resident was able to touch the knob.

Letting the warm water cascaded down his back, washing every trace of sleepiness and dreamland, Yukimura splashed some liquid over his face and closed his eyes. Carefully forcing himself not to go back to see the la-la land, his mind reeled back to the event the day before. Right after a certain incident at the store… Something about a monkey went loose, idiots strangling each other over scraps of pricey clothes, and he himself being trapped between packs and bags of fabrics which was now safely being kept inside his wardrobe-… Not exactly his wardrobe, his roommates lend him an empty one to use…

Roommates…

Yeah… They were roommates now.

Yesterday, if it wasn't for Keiji's silver tongue and of course the princes' status, they probably would still being locked inside a room-… Wait, probably it would be just him. After all, he was able to step out of the trouble all thanks to the other's help. He wasn't exactly the one who created to whole mess; he was nothing but a victim but the manager couldn't care less about his side of the story. All he knew was there was this brunette kid who could be used as an evidence and target for their whole rage waves.

Keiji was a charming guy, he really was. And he really knew how to talk, no kidding. Yukimura didn't exactly catch what he was talking about until the very last moment when he said something about company and heir… Yukimura could only guess it was something about Masamune and the other being rich and famous. He could still remember how quick the red flush around the manager's face turned 180 degrees. The bespectacled guy was practically beaming with smile and friendliness, Yukimura himself was shocked how fast the change took place. He even apologized for his rudeness, even though it was obviously their fault to begin with… Yes, not Yukimura's fault.

But anyway, everything ended well yesterday. They managed to go home in one piece. Masamune and Motochika kept arguing about their taste, mainly with Masamune bitching about how gay Motochika's style was. The later countered every sentence Masamune launched and the fight lasted for so long Yukimura couldn't keep track of it anymore. Mitsunari was calm… Maybe frighteningly quite was more appropriate to use. Ieyasu gladly could read the mood and focused every topic of conversation toward Yukimura and Keiji.

Yukimura could still remember how tired he was when he got a chance to throw himself into his bed-… The empty bed that had been lent to him.

Wait.

If his bed was the one next to the window… How come he woke up on Masamune's bed, which was located next to the bathroom-…?

Ah… Right. He patched some holes inside his memory and remembered when he was half-consciously visited the restroom. All he knew when he stepped out of the toilet was he was deadly sleepy and the nearest bed still had enough space to be occupied. And so he did, slipping next to the resident who was fully dead to the world.

"So that's what happened-…" Yukimura blushed beet red, his jaw dropping dangerously low and threatening to fall. How embarrassing! "H-how shameless of me!" he whimpered and pressed both of his hands to the tiled wall. "I should apologize to Masamu-…!" he turned around impossibly quick and accidentally nudged the temperature regulator, turning the warm water into rain of iceberg melt. "GYAAAAHHH! IT'S COLD!" he loudly screamed.

"Hey!" the locked door rattled due to the force it endured from the repeating pound from the other side. "Is that you, Yukimura?! Are you okay?!" that voice…? Yukimura flailed his hand around, squeezing both his eyes and lips to hold back another scream, and slapped the knob back to the starting position. The water stopped pouring immediately, leaving Yukimura trembling as his body tried to adjust to the temperature around him.

He took a mouthful of breath and gulped it down. "I-I'm okay, Ieyasu-dono!" he replied, his teeth chattering softly behind every words. "B-but… What are you doing there?" Yukimura questioned. He had thought that Ieyasu might had left long before he woke up; he wasn't present when Mitsunari dragged him back into the earth.

Ieyasu released a chuckle-like sound. "Well, I'm checking your condition, of course," he explained, Yukimura imagined him shaking his head with a smile at the ridiculous question Yukimura was passing to him. "Mitsunari said you're taking too long with your shower. We'll be late if you don't come out now, you know?"

Yukimura's eyes went wide, the shiver instantly disappeared due to the shock he received. "What?! Seriously?!" Realizing that wasting anymore time was unacceptable, Yukimura rushed forward and grabbed the towel in order to dry himself. His hand flew toward his uniform but his movement was halted when he caught a glimpse of something amiss. "Wait a minute…" the corner of his mouth twitched awkwardly. "Isn't this… a skirt?" he lifted the fabric and observed it carefully.

Impossible! Yukimura tore the fabrics away from the hanger and scanned them thoroughly. No matter how he landed his eyes on; every corner, every shape and curve; this uniform was made especially for girl… Well, unless he had a thing for cross-dress. Which he didn't, by the way. Did he take the wrong set from his wardrobe? No, there was only one set which had been prepared inside and that was what he decided to take in the spur of the moment. There was no way he was mistaken!

"No way! This can't be!" he squealed desperately. Yukimura rolled the half-wet towel around his waist and slammed the door open, taking the uniform with his as an evidence for the trial with Ishida Mitsunari. Little did he know, or remember, that Ieyasu was currently standing right in front of the door and became the solo victim when Yukimura launched his unintended attack.

"GAAAH-…!" the sound was heart wrenching, especially when the wooden surface met the healthy skin-wrapped flesh. Ieyasu went south and collided with the ceramic floor, his back fought to stay in tact despite the unforgiving blow he accepted.

"Ieyasu-dono!" the brunette gasped, covering his round shaped mouth with both of his hand and letting the uniform he was carrying fell to the floor. He automatically bent his knees and knelt next to Ieyasu who was busy nursing his throbbing face. The skin looked a bit red and swollen… Yukimura just hopped he hadn't break any bone on Ieyasu's finely carved face. "Are you okay-…?! I'm so sorry!" he fingers brushed Ieyasu's, trying to peel them away and checked the wound.

The lad with gelled hair muffled his groan. "I'm okay-… I think," he still managed to let a soft rumble of laugh even though tears might pour down any second from his eyes. This one was gonna leave a mark. "Don't think about it-…" Ieyasu tugged his hand free and felt a dribble of liquid rolled down and caressed his lips. He swept it using his tongue, tasting the slight flavor of salt and rust. "Aaww… Blood," he sighed, wiping the trail of blood with the back of his palm.

Yukimura's face went pale, as if the color had been drained completely. "N-no way! Blood! You're bleeding!" the circuit on his mind snapped, the whole connection went dead for the moment. Knowing not what he did, Yukimura grabbed the nearest cloth he could find; namely his towel; and shoved it to Ieyasu's face with good intention. "Please use this to stop the blood!"

Hadn't realized what was offered, Ieyasu took the present right away and held it on front of his nose in order to stop the flow. "Huh… It's wet already…?" he blinked. That was fast. Was he bleeding profusely that the fabric was all drenched already? "Yuki-…" the sentence was never finished as Ieyasu focused his gaze on Yukimura's kneeling form next to him. The wet skin that was glimmering under the light, those strands of hair that kept dripping water… The lad peeled the towel off and inspected it carefully, and then let his eyes wandered back toward the brunette.

"Ieyasu-dono… Are you sure you're okay…?" Yukimura felt unsure about the whole situation. "Hello…? Ieyasu-dono?" he waved his hand in front of Ieyasu's eyes and received no respond. This was bad. Yukimura hesitantly tapped Ieyasu's shoulder to check his consciousness but the moment the tip of his fingers touched the surface and gave a weak push, Ieyasu fell backward with fountain of blood spurting out of his nose. "GYAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH! IEYASU-DONO!"

The peaceful look on Ieyasu's face indicated how close he was to reach the heaven across the river.

*_SnBs_*

Ishida Mitsunary gritted his teeth. "Unbelievable…" Yukimura winched and held his breath; the sound Mitsunari's teeth produced were almost as unpleasant as his aura. As if the atmosphere around wasn't heavy enough with his growl. Even Ieyasu didn't show any sign to interfere anytime soon; he was still busy pressing a handkerchief over his nostril. "This is the last time such thing happen, do you hear me?"

"I'm sorry, Mitsunari…" Ieyasu sighed, parading his bittersmile around. "I'm at fault here… Ah, and I'm really sorry about that accident, Yukimura," he added bashfully, desperately trying to wash away the picture of that flesh show from his mind.

"N-no, Ieyasu-dono…!" Yukimura cut Ieyasu fast and clean. "I'm the one to take the blame, I really am! I should have know what's appropriate for me to do and what is not, no matter what! Taking off the only piece of suit I have in public is very shameless of me-…" he avoided saying anything else, in case he blabber and state something he shouldn't.

The silver haired lad spun his head so fast; Yukimura yelped a bit, afraid that Mitsunari might break his neck accidentally. "Silence! I care not about whose fault this is personally-…! We're late, wasting our time even though I've told you to be quick with whatever business you must do!" he pointed at Yukimura and Ieyasu.

Yukimura didn't have it in him to defend himself; neither did Ieyasu. Mitsunari had warned him again and again about their limited time but they still had the guts to fool around-… doing something stupid. The moment Ieyasu passed out on the corridor with his blood pooling over the floor to form a miniature of a red lake, Mitsunari and Masamune suddenly appeared and rushed toward them with unreadable expression. The one-eyed prince stacked word one after another, completely unrelated and unsuited to form a sentence, while shaking Ieyasu to gather his consciousness back. The other prince shook with anger and screamed lots of R rated curse as taking of his blazer to cover Yukimura up before more spectators came to watch.

And so, in the end, they were late after all. Yukimura had to borrow Masamune's uniform and trust the belt around his waist to protect his pride; the pants was a bit too loose for him and threatened to slip off if he unbuckled the belt. Mitsunari said something about wrong order and he had to wait for replacement, maybe tomorrow he could get the new one suited for his size.

Masamune slipped his hand into his pocket and drew a pack of cigarette. "I just can't believe it-… Ridiculous. I say we ditch today's class too and go somewhere else," he slapped his pants lightly and soon recovered a lighter. Masamune placed a stick between his lips and ignite the fire to burn it with. Before the flame even touched it, a hand snatched both the lighter and the cigarette from Masamune's mouth; leaving the man gapped in shock.

Yukimura bent the stick of cigarette with his fingers and slammed the lid of the filter close. The one-eyed guy's mouth gapped open, leaving him looking dumbfounded for quite a while. "Smoking is bad for your health. Please stop," Yukimura huffed, frowning at Masamune but sadly his cute pout could barely show his intention. Ieyasu almost dropped his handkerchief; this brown haired guy surely had guts. The fact that Masamune hadn't punched the light out of him was also a pleasant surprise. "Also…" Before Masamune could give a reaction, Yukimura threw himself into Masamune's chest and groped Masamune everywhere.

"W-whoa! Hey, stop being so aggressive, dammit!" the ebony haired man protested but his hand made no move to push Yukimura away.

"Got it!" Yukimura suddenly exclaimed and pulled the cigarette pack out of Masamune's chest pocket. "I'm confiscating this for your own good!" he stated proudly and at last gave Masamune some personal spaces.

The princes couldn't believe what they had just heard, especially Masamune. "No, you don't!" he hissed and let his feet sent him closer toward Yukimura. "Give it back!" the command was short and clear but Yukimura showed no sign to obey. This sent a thrill of annoyance and interest to Masamune who decided to go along with the flow. If a duel for his cigarettes was what this brunette wanted, then so be it.

Just like kids, Yukimura raw away from Masamune and held the box in front of his chest, doing his best to protect it from the harm way-… No, to prevent it from doing any harm to Masamune. That sounded better. Mitsunari's face went brighter, if that was even possible, from rage and forced Ieyasu to step farther away from him. He was almost finished with his nosebleed, he didn't need an extra punch from Mitsunari to gave him a new trouble to take care of.

Being devoured by the task at hand, Yukimura unconsciously ignored his whole surrounding. He realized it a couple seconds too late the moment his back bumped into something warm that could be named a human's body. The bearer of the roku-mon sen twirled his body 180 degree and opened his mouth to apologize. "I'm so-…" a hand reached forward and made him halt mid-sentence. "What…?" When the hand went back down, Yukimura noticed the absence of Masamune's cigarette pack and found it nested comfortably on the stranger's grip.

"You," the man in front of Yukimura, the one he was bumped into just now, called with his fingers pointing straight to Yukimura's face. He was shorter than Yukimura, styling his hair neatly and parted the bangs in the middle. Judging from the similar looking uniform he was wearing, this man had to be a student from Basara Gakuen. "State your name and year," the shortie ordered.

"M-my name is Sanada Yukimura," Yukimura replied but then stopped. He was kind of confused how to answer the second demand. "I'm… not a student here… yet, I think," he scratched his cheek and smiled half-heartedly, the bent on his lips was clearly made up.

The shortie frowned; that expression suited him surprisingly. "You're using our uniform. Now cut the crap and state your year, Sanada Yukimura," he growled, clearly showing that patience was not his best subject.

Now how sound he responded to that? Yukimura gapped, failing miserably to explain his situation. He might as well spill his life story but that would take too long and the sharp looking student would snap at him long before he finished. "Mouri Motonari," Mitsunari stepped up, pushing Yukimura back to stand behind him using his right arm. "He's a new student who will attend here starting today, under my supervision. His name is Sanada Yukimura."

Motonari reacted to the name Mitsunari was calling him with and watched Mitsunari with his cold eyes, showing no sign to act friendly. "Ishida Mitsunari, Date Masamune, Tokugawa Ieyasu, year two students," he drew his board up to his chest height and scribbled something on the white paper. "You're 10 minutes late to attend the lesson. Date Masamune, your uniform was all messed up; two buttons from the top was opened and your blazer is unbuttoned. Tokugawa Ieyasu, your uniform is wet and dirty; make sure you wear a clean one before coming to school. The three of you were also absent yesterday with no further information. And you," his hateful gaze landed on Yukimura. "You wear a uniform a couple size bigger and appear like a slob, your hair is still wet… Moreover, you dare coming here with this thing in your possession," he lifted the cigarette pack and shoved it toward Yukimura's face.

"I'm sorry but that's-…!"

Masamune threw his hand on top of Yukimura's head as if asking him to let him handle this. "That's mine," Masamune exclaimed, leaving no room for debate. "He took it from me to stop me from smoking. Now give it back," he extended his free hand to receive his cigarette back but he knew better that Motonari would never allow him to do as he please. This guy was a serious pain in the ass.

"Masamune-dono…"

"Well, well… I've never know you have that heroic side in you, Masamune," Yukimura and Masamune turned their head sideway and found Chousokabe Motochika approached him with an appearance extremely unsuited to come for a lesson at school. "Morning, Motonari," he waved two fingers next to his temple and grinned lazily.

Motonari gritted his teeth and deepened his frown. "Chousokabe Motochika," he growled. "You're 14 minutes late, your uniform is inappropriate-…"

Motochika barked out a throaty laugh and wiped the cloud of sleepiness away from his eyes. "C'mon, you know I couldn't care less about that. And-…" Motochika eye was filled with sparks of excitement and surprise when he found Yukimura standing behind Mitsunari. "Ah! You're here, Yukimura? And what's with that uniform?!" he grinned widely and walked closer to the brown haired boy to slap his back with friendly gesture. Now if only he could be gentle like Keiji with his bromance affection… "Guess now you're one of us, huh? Welcome to our school, Yukimura!"

Yukimura smiled cheerfully while part of him wanted to escape from Motonari's dreadful stare. "Thank you very much, Chousokabe-dono."

"Now, now! Let's get inside!" he laced his arms around Yukimura's shoulder and stole him from the princes' side. "Motonari, if you please? We're already late and can't afford to waste anymore time outside," he grinned stupidly; putting up his challenge to Motonari without a care of his fate later on. "We can't let Yukimura have his first day here on detention room, right?"

"Chousokabe Motochika-…"

"Great! C'mon, lets get you to your class and feed you with lessons! I'll show you around on lunch break this afternoon!" he laughed again and led Yukimura, arm never leaving Yukimura's body. Yukimura grimaced and bowed to Motonari as walking next to Motochika, trying his best to get his name out of Motonari's dead list. Masamune grumbled, Mitsunari couldn't care less about the whole situation and walked past Motonari as if he wasn't there-… but not before locking one last gaze with the guy. Ieyasu bit his lower lip awkwardly and tailed behind Mitsunari, following Yukimura's example to bow and mouthed an apologize before leaving.

The long haired boy couldn't hold his anxiety and lifted his head up to meet Motochika's eye. "Chousokabe-dono… Will it be okay? I mean… Won't Mouri-dono get mad?" he gulped while sparing one last glance over his shoulder to look at Motonari.

The pirate look-alike guy laughed again, this time with lower volume and ended with a forceful sigh. "Of course he will! I'm currently trying to find away for us to escape his wrath when we're back at the dorm-… Oh, in case you're wondering, he's our student council president and dorm leader."

Good… Yukimura was so dead. What an amazing first impression.

Still, crying over his fate would give no help; at least he wasn't alone in this. That made him feel better in a way he couldn't describe. Having a friend to share his problem was surely enlightening. But now, there was another matter at hand. He was late; they were late. From what Motonari had told him, he could draw conclusion that they had missed at least 15 minutes of the prologue of the day. It wasn't much… if the teacher thought so.

Motochika gave Yukimura's shoulder one last squeeze and let him go. "We'll go into separate way here," he grinned and thrust his thumb sideway. "Your class is next of mine. I'm on class 2-4 with Mitsunari, while you're at class 2-3 with Masamune and Keiji. Ieyasu is in class 2-5," the white haired pirate gave Yukimura a quick guide to go and ruffled the guy's hair as a goodbye. "Show them what you've got, Yukimura!" he grinned proudly.

"I will!" Yukimura nodded energetically even though he didn't know exactly what he had to show. "Thank you very much for your help, Chousokabe-dono!" he added a bow at the very end of his appreciation. "So… Mitsunari-dono, Ieyasu-dono, I guess this's where we'll-…"

"I'm coming with you," Mitsunari cut in and led the way for Yukimura to reach his class. "You'll be attending here as a student under my supervision. It's my duty to make sure you are introduced and arrived at your class on your very first day."

"Blah, blah, blah… Again with that boring talk," Masamune ran his tongue wild, saying whatever as he pleased. "He got me already, so quit acting like a god-damn-father and just go, you hear me?"

Mitsunari landed his foot next to the other and glanced over Masamune, face expressionless but his aura was deadly as always. "You think I can put as much as a single strand of trust on your shoulder after everything you have done? Think again, Date Masamune," he increased the pressure on the later's name.

Ieyasu decided to jump into the conversation before things went further south. "R-right! Now, now, you guys can't waste anymore time!" he chuckled hoarsely and decided to gave Yukimura an advice. "Well… Have a good time, you hear me? School can be tiring, especially on your first day but try to enjoy it. I'm going to check on you at lunch break, the four can eat together then-… Yeah, the six of us," he repaired his statement when Motochika gave him the eye. "Okay, I'm off then. See you later, Yukimura."

With Ieyasu departed and Motochika entered his class triumphantly; Yukimura could hear the noise and ruckus inside when Motochika kicked the sliding door close; the fate of him was entrusted into the hand of Mitsunari and Masamune. While the two were still sharing the same interest to strangle each other's neck, they decided to put it aside and continued with the task at hand. Yukimura quietly followed them both and hesitantly entered the class after Mitsunari had knocked the door.

Yukimura just let Mitsunari did all the talking while Masamune decided to rest his legs by sitting on his seat on the third row, next to the window. With the class being on the second floor, there was lots of thing to see when you gaze outside. "Yukimura, come here," Mitsunari indicated him to come closer and so Yukimura did. "I'm leaving him under your care for now, Oichi-sensei."

"Yes… Oichi-sensei will do her best," the teacher nodded weakly. Her form, behavior… All of them were screaming 'shy' over and over. The way her black long hair fell down without many accessories, her face adorned by so few expressions… Yukimura guessed she might flinch like a frightened cat if someone would sneak behind her back to scare her. But still, there was something mysterious about this woman. But then again, who didn't have a slice of mystery decorating their lives? "Now… Sanada-kun… Please introduce yourself," Oichi smiled gently and gave some space for Yukimura to do the introduction.

"Thank you, Oichi-sensei," Yukimura returned the smile and faced his soon-to-be classmates. He could spot Keiji on the farthest seat, waving at him cheerfully with a mouthed greeting. He surely was a friendly guy. "Good morning, everyone. My name is Sanada Genjiro Yukimura. It's very nice to meet you all. I hope we can get along with each other and become friends."

Oichi clapped her hands sheepishly, followed by the students who were mirroring her action afterwards. Yukimura didn't need a grand welcome, having those classmates looking at him and giving him a fresh start as a high school student were more than enough. "I guess my job here is over," Mitsunari suddenly spoke and caught Yukimura's attention. He caressed Yukimura's long hair and smiled ever so thinly, but still it was recognizable. "Your hair is still a bit damp, but it'll dry soon I think… Next time, make sure you dry it completely before going, okay?"

The brunette nodded. "Yes. Thank you very much for you help, Mitsunari-dono."

"Okay. Study well, Sanada Yukimura," he petted Yukimura's head once more and then left the room charismatically. Yukimura returned his gaze to the whole class and realized that all of the eyes were focused on him. He suddenly felt a bit self-conscious with his condition and way of dressing. "Sanada-kun…" Oichi's voice was barely heard, almost like a one bar louder than a whisper. "Y-you can sit on the seat behind Date-kun… if you want to…"

"Ah…" if he wanted to? So Oichi really was shy and awkward in conversation. Yukimura didn't have the heart to make things hard for her anymore. "Yes, thank you," he replied quickly and went to sit on his seat. He got the seat near the window, much to his delight. "Masamune-dono," he smiled at the one-eyed dragon prince. "It seems our seat is not far from each other. It calms me down to know that my friends are near," Yukimura confessed as setting himself down comfortably.

Masamune let out a snort and replied lightly. "Heh… Just try not to lose in admiration while looking at my back, okay? You'll make me blush," he joked, clearly enjoying the fact Yukimura was so close to him. Maybe coming to school regularly from now on wouldn't be so bad after all. "I tend to give that effect on people."

Yukimura tired to ignore what Masamune just said but failed miserably. He blushed and hid his face behind his bang, not missing the low chuckle Masamune's throat produced. Well, at least he could be the source of mood lifter for the other guy. The lad was in the process of taking his notebooks out of his bag when voices of whisper reached his ears.

"Hey… That new student… How come he's acting so familiar with the Prince?"

"I don't know. But I'm so jealous. Date-sama was so cold to me the other day-…"

"Did you see that? He just called the Prince with his given name…!"

"Oh, I saw the Knight Maeda-kun waved at him just now…!"

"Just who is he-…?"

Of course… Things just wouldn't be easy on the first day. That would be impossible; remembering what Ieyasu had just told him not long ago. Thinking about what he just heard and calculating how fast the news would spread… Yukimura let his mind settled on the theory that he might become the next topic on the school newspaper for the next week. And that might not be the end of it. Tell him he was exaggerating things, but his guts asked him to prepare himself for the wave of questions which might hit him soon enough.

*_SnBs_*

Now, before we ended this chapter… Let us see how Sarutobi Sasuke was doing.

"I can't believe it…!" Kasuga screamed on top of his lung after 2 hours of growling and barking around like a dog in heat. Yeah, she was hot and fuming all over due to anger. Kotaro did nothing to calm her down but refused to back her up. He just rested the whole job on Sasuke's shoulder. After all, it was that guy's fault to begin with.

"C'mon, Kasuga… Enough already," Sasuke covered both of his ears and swung his legs around. If it weren't for the fact that the stewardess had reminded him from time to time to wear his seatbelt, he might had jumped out of his seat and joined the pilot of the cockpit only to get away from his nagging friend. "I know I'm wrong, it's my fault that you have to go though all of the trouble with the security guard-…"

"It's not just the security guard, dammit!" she slammed her hand down on the armrests on her sides. "You sneaked into one of the crates which would be shipped to North Korea! What do you think will happen if we hadn't found you, idiot?!"

Yeah… Kasuga made a point there. But Sasuke didn't know about that beforehand. He was sure he had read the destination two times already, making sure it was Japan and no other. But human made mistakes. He just hadn't gathered enough courage to speak his mind to Kasuga who looked like she was ready to bite his head off if he dared to. And so he decided to keep his mouth shut let Kasuga had her fun to turn him deaf.

But Sasuke got to put his hands down for this; Kasuga was awesome. When Sasuke called to order one ticket, the lady on the receiver told him the next available flight would be next week. That flipped the switch inside Sasuke and made him lose his sanity for quite a moment. But then Kasuga called her father and they got three tickets on business class… Amazing. He had known that his friend was no ordinary girl, but to think that she was so filthy rich and her father has this kind of powerful connection… Now that was frightening.

"Attention, all passengers. Welcome onboard this flight to Tokyo. My name is Leonard Hawke and I will be your captain for today's flight. Your cabin crews are here to ensure you have an enjoyable flight to Tokyo this evening…"

The rest of the sentence turned into blurry waves of sound as Sasuke's mind wandered around for the nth time that day. This time… This time he was going to reach Tokyo. He was going home… And for sure, this time, he was going to find his old friend. With Kasuga still giving him lectures, Sasuke tugged his eyelids down and let his mind played the tape of imaginations about how would his reunion with Yukimura turned out to be. He simply couldn't wait…

Aaahhhh...! At last-...!

I'm so sorry, my writings went dull over time... I've been having a writer block and don't know what to write for a long while... So maybe it affects my writing too. My vocab needs variation... But I really hope you guys enjoyed the chapter I just presented to you. Anyway, please tell me what you think my reviewing this story. Really, reading your reviews makes me happy and lifts my mood-... I often smile and laugh when reading them all from time to time. I guess receiving reviews is a real happiness an author could get from their readers, or maybe it's just me... Oh, thank you so much for reading. Untill next time!

Rie