Disclaimer: I do not own anything. The direction of the story is a maybe because it kind of follows the Sengoku Basara plot, starting from season one. Oh, but I own you because...I can. Hehehe. I joke.

SEASON ONE

Prologue

"(Name)! Pay attention."

You snapped out of your slumber with a start, blinking several times to gain back consciousness while catching the drool dribbling down your chin and scanned the classroom, alarmed. "What's going on? What's the dragon lady saying now?" the brunette pressed a finger to her lips and turned back to the front. You had no other choice but to follow suit, going in and out of sleep as you did so.

"As a prestigious school, I believe all my students deserve the front row learning experience." You let out an irritated sigh and leaned into your palm as Mrs Adams, your History teacher, adjusted her spectacles with that annoying, high-almighty gesture she always did with her flicked wrist and pointed pinky.

Peeling your eyes away from the painful sight, you settled them on the notice in front of you, dumbfounded.

"Next week, we will be going on a field trip of one week to the City of Gifu, Japan, where we will further our studies on our current subject, the Sengoku Era by visiting the Gifu City Museum of History."

That definitely woke you up. Seriously? We're going all the way to Japan, a ten hour flight, just to go to one museum? For one week?

"You will need to return these slips before the end of school, tomorrow. Now, let's carry on with our lesson today. The Sengoku Era culminated with a series of three warlords. Who are they?"

You dropped your head on the flat of your desk with an exasperated sigh. How in the world is this going to help me in life? Seriously...

"Psst, (Name)~" you peered with half lidded eyes over at the brunette and your close friend, Sharn, grunting in reply.

She pointed at the notice in front of her, "You're going right?" She asked with a grin. "It's already paid for, you just need your aunt's consent."

You frowned, "Of course not, it's pointless." As you shut your eyes, you heard her mumble beneath her breath and suddenly flicked your nose, letting out a yelp.

"Is everything okay back there, Miss (Surname)?"

"Y-yes, ma'am!" you replied instantly, shooting Sharn a glare while rubbing your nose. When you turned back to the front of the class, Mrs Adams was still staring at you. "Uh... Yes, ma'am?" Irritated, she cleared her throat. "I said: What was the name of the One-eyed dragon of Oushu?"

Crap. I'm screwed. Why did that title sound familiar? You side-glanced at Sharn who seemed to be mouthing the answer to you discreetly. It was so hard trying to understand her with those exaggerated facial expressions. Just say something!

"Uhhh... Date Yukimura?" Sharn facepalmed herself, and the class laughed at your pronunciation and, obviously, at your fail. You frowned.

"His name is Da-te Masamune. We have mentioned him countless times, Miss (Surname). It will do you good if you pay attention in my class, because without passing this subject, you will not be able to gain entrance into your respected University in mind. Though I doubt you will get into any university, regardless." Bitch.

"Well, at least you got the answer partially right." Sharn grinned at you with a thumbs up. You forced a small smile with a nod and looked at Mrs Adams, then down at the notice in front of you. Your brows met with determination.

That's it! I'm gonna prove her wrong, and gain entrance for Uni by passing her pathetic class!

One week later...

"Why the heck are we here if we can't understand a thing?" You asked, shooting a glare at Sharn who was too busy taking photos. "Isn't it interesting, though?!" you grimaced, watching her snap photos of the roof. "You've got serious issues."

We came across posters of the warriors of the Sengoku Period. There were two that stood out most for me. A young man clad in red with two spears and another young man clad in blue with six swords, a huge crescent on his helmet and an eye-patch. They seemed to hate each other by the looks of it - they look like they're about to chop each others heads off.

"Wow, they're handsome" Sharn sighed and clasped her hands together. You wrinkled your nose at how she fawned over century-year-old men.

"They were close to our age then, did you know?"

You cringed, "Fighting at a young age? Seems juvenile to me." Sharn rolled her eyes "No, they fought with honour! They're not like the idiots these days, fighting for practically nothing but their reputation~"

"It sounds pretty similar to me." that shut her up. You matched her unyielding will to win the argument, but she lost in the end. "Heh~ I win-" you stopped abruptly, biting your lip with sudden desperation.

You glanced around, trying to find the closest bathroom but there was none nearby. To make matters worse, Mrs Adams strictly said not one of you could wander off, even to use the bathroom - that witch!

"Sharn, I'm just going to find the toilet. Don't tell Ms. Adams~" she gave me an assured nod and told me to be quick. The thought of Ms. Adams getting worked up over this made you cackle - serves her right to worry.

After walking around for what felt like ten minutes already, you came across a door. You were confident it was the restrooms. Be it men or women, you didn't care! You needed to go, so you burst through the doors out of desperation - only to be disappointed. This was obviously not the toilet.

"Damn it!" You went to turn back to try another random toilet-looking door, until a strange tingly feeling crept along your legs. No, you didn't pee yourself in case you're wondering. This was a strange feeling... as if you were being held back. As if you were being told to stay and find something in here. I turned back, and the first thing you saw was the hilt of a Japanese-style sword peeking out from under a dusty rag.

"You shouldn't even be in here, (Name)." you whispered, trying to convince yourself to leave - but something about that sword made you want to go to it. To touch it.

"No one's around," You looked around with caution. No one will know, right? I'm gonna touch it!

As you neared it, you started to feel a bit eerie. Shrugging it off, you yanked the sword from beneath the rag and grinned.

It's all jagged and seemed broken. Attached to its hilt was a long crimson ribbon. I wonder why it's tucked away in a room like this. I'm probably in the store-

ZAP!

Everything just went... black. What happened? Where am I? ...Who am I?

"AAH!" You shot up from bed, sweating and panting heavily, looking around your room in panic.

That was too dark a dream. Way too dark for your own liking. You ran a shaky hand through your tangled locks and let out a trembling sigh, relieved that it was just a bad dream.

"Of course there wouldn't be a trip to Japan over something that we can search up on the net or in libraries. How stupid" you rubbed your eyes and flexed your arms and back.

"Why in the world am I in so much pain?" you turned to swing your legs off the side of the bed to get up and grab a drink... until you realised I was on the floor. It was too dark to see, so you rubbed your eyes to adjust. "There should be a bit of light from the street lamps seeping through my win...dows?"

There was light now, but it wasn't that yellow light from the street lamps, it was the moon reflecting off silver blades held at your neck.

"Who the hell are you? What are you doing on my soil?" It was a man, and he's pissed off.

You trembled uncontrollably and because of your lack of an answer, his blades came closer to your neck, pinching your skin enough to pierce it. It hurt!

I'm dreaming again. I'm just dreaming, that's all. It's one of those dreams within a dream, yeah. Okay, I'm ready to wake up now!

"Trespassers deserve to die a horrible death." He hissed, raising his arm with the three blades in his hands. Your eyes widened when the glint of his blades gave you a seconds worth of a glance at his appearance.

An eye patch? Six blades? A crescent on his helmet?

"Masamune-sama! We are here to assist!" Suddenly the entire room opened up to an army of scary, armour clad men with snarling expressions and dangerous weapons, ready to...kill you?

Wake up, now. Wake up, wake up, wake up!

No! I didn't say faint, idiot!

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