Hello~ My first time writing a Sengoku Basara fan fic, so criticism is fine. Eh - it mainly was inspired by playing Sengoku Basara: Samurai Heroes with my sister... while playing Motonari's other path. We promptly named him and Mitsunari the two top divas of Sengoku Basara. Anyway, this is a drabble series, so there won't really be a 'story'.

On another note, it'll either be in their time period or be in a modern AU setting. I'm open to recommendations too for this. I'll also be opening up for drabbles on other characters and their short diva moment. If they have one that is.

Sorry if anyone seems OOC.

Enjoy~!

Incident One

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE CAN'T SEND US TROOPS?" Screams a certain, silver haired man, pointing his sheathed odachi at Motonari's messenger.

Mitsunari promptly destroys another set of dish ware, much to his advisor's dismay.

"Please calm down, Mitsunari. Surely my friend will reconsider! We are in an alliance after all." Yoshitsugu says, shaking his head with slight exasperation. Not too long ago, they sent a messenger to the green clad leader requesting assistance. Focusing his attention on his raging friend, he leans to the left, barely avoiding projectiles of all sorts, be it fruits, utensils or, sadly, those beautifully sculpted animal figurines the advisor had been working on. His temper was already hard to deal with. It definitely didn't help when people like Motonari, despite their friendship, pissed off the silver haired man.

"You're telling me to calm down? ME? TO CALM DOWN?" The swordsman screeches, flipping the table and promptly kicking over the poor messenger that brought back Motonari's message. The poor guy was shaking with so much fear, the energy it took to shake that fast would probably be enough to cook a pot of rice. It really was a shame that Mitsunari wasted a whole course of food that was made just for him. Again.

"I DARE you to tell ME that AGAIN when he DARES to send me THIS!" He hisses, shoving a badly wrinkled paper at Yoshitsugu.

It only had a mere sentence and the commander's signature.

We're too busy. - Mori Motonari

"Too busy? TOO BUSY? BUSY DOING WHAT? HE'S SUPPOSE TO AID US MILITARILY! THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE! THIS IS BLASPHEMY!"

Furthermore, the dark armored swordsman growls, stomping out of room. Yoshitsugu can only sigh.

His friend has been quite... off. Recently in fact. He seemed more... irritable. Maybe he should make him another life-sized figurine of Ieyasu to cut up. Cross that out - make it many life-sized figurines of the fist fighter. They wouldn't be able to keep the army organized with his little rampages. Some of the troops might even mess up under the pressure of Mitsunari's 'I'll kill you if you don't do better' gaze. He especially didn't want that now that they themselves were having trouble dealing with Shimazu's forces. He'd need to come up with another plan to counter the beast's fighting style and ways.

Well, there wasn't much he could do about Mitsunari's temper at this moment since he's long gone. He better write a letter back to Motonari...

Floating over the mess that would most likely stain the mats, not like it really matter at this point, he orders the messenger to wait until he has written his letter before he is sent back.

One could only hope that Mitsunari wouldn't get any more murderous than he currently is...

The advisor sighs again before making his way to his room. He had a letter to write. Surely nothing could possibly go wrong...

- Somewhere else -

A certain silver haired man swings his odachi with great ire. How dare Mori Motonari do this to him! He should be punished for his unwillingness to aid his attempt to avenge Lord Hideyoshi!

He snarls so viciously, everyone at the town cringes away, avoiding eye contact. With quick, precise steps, he angrily stomps towards the fields, seeing an annoyingly familiar looking tall green hat, much to the horror of the farmers. A few even cry out their good byes to their dear plants, just ready to be harvested.

Simply flicking his arm, he darts through the field as a blur of silver and purple, glints of light shining from his odachi that he swung around.

Not known to the people were the images of Motonari getting cut down by Mitsunari. Many Motonaris being cut down in fact. Even if the man wasn't even there. Honestly - it would be impossible for the man to even be anywhere near the town the Ishida forces were resting at.

Cut. Cut. Cut. Slice. Slice. Slice.

Mitsunari couldn't get that mocking image (he created) of Motonari saying that damn line over and over and over again, flailing his annoying green arm guards around while pointing towards the sun. The Motonaris dance around the vegetation and crops, giving smirks and psychotic smiles at the swordsman, jumping around him, always out of the reach of his odachi.

We're too busy. Too busy. Tooooooooo buuuuusy. Too busy to help you. Too busy to aid you to avenge Lord Hideyoshi. Toooo busy. We're too busy. Too too too busy to help. Too busy to even consider helping you at all. Too busy to think about avenging LORD HIDEYOSHI. TOO BUSY. TOO BUSY. TOO BUSY.

"SHUT UP! YOU WILL PAY FOR YOUR SINS!"

CUT. SLASH. SLASH. SLASH.

Hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. We're too busy! Too busy! Busy, busy busy! We don't care about Lord Hideyoshi because we're too busy. Hee hee! He's not worth out time since we're too busy. Too busy, busy, busy! We're too busy Mitsunari! Too busy! Hee hee hee!

"MOOOOOTOOOOOOOOOONNAAAAARIII IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII! I WILL KILL YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-"

The silver haired swordsman's voice dies off in the distance as he chases the images of Motonari mocking him, leaving the long stretches of crops cut.

The farmers were crying, but not for the reason people thought they were.

"Thank you Mitsunari-sama!"

They sing him praise for skillfully cutting their crops. They shone with radiance, each removed properly from their stems. Such precision! They never knew it was even possible for a single man to harvest the whole town's field of crops! Oh, they would throw him a festival when he returns!

Hurray to Mitsunari-sama! Hurray!

- Back at Yoshitsugu's room -

"Alright. Now to send off this letter..." The bandaged man floats off to give his letter to the messenger, who waits patiently by the gate of their temporary residence.

"Sir Yoshitsugu!" The messenger bows, though he has not quite recovered from his fear of Mitsunari's outburst. Poor, poor man.

"Make sure that this letter makes it back to Motonari-dono. Understood?"

"Y-yes sir!" The messenger nods, quickly examining the letter in the light, as if to inspect for anything suspicious.

"Now, get going-"

"YOUR MISDEED MERIT NO MERCY MOTONARI! I WILL KILL YOUUUUU-!" Out of nowhere, the silver haired lord jumps out and promptly shreds Yoshitsugu's letter before darting off to follow the image that mocks him.

"..."

"..."

"Wait here... I need to write a new letter." Yoshitsugu sighs as he heads back to his room. So much for his heart felt effort.

Maybe he should make Motonari life-sized figurines for Mitsunari instead...

- Incident One END -