Hey it's Dragonheir-Keeper! This is a new story that just came to my mind this morning and I have decided to share it with you all. For those who are reading "A New Begining to An Old End" Don't worry, I'm still working on it. This is coming out of my head as I type it up, so there will be grammer/spelling errors. Review and Fav! Please no Flames.
Disclaimer: I own nothing from Sengoku Basara. This is just a fanfiction with no intention to get profit.
Pain. It was the first thing that the Young Daimyo of Oushu felt as the cold bleakness of sleep started to leave his mind. With a jolt the man sat up; in terrible pain and confusion. Where was he? What had happened? His hands were bond behind his back, the ropes cutting deep into the man's wrists. With a sickening feeling he realized what happened to him. He had been captured.
'How was I captured? Last thing that I remember was sleeping in my room.' He thought to himself as he tried to move without wincing. 'They must have come in the night and drugged me, that's the only way that they could have done it.' He finished his thought as he grunted. His armor and weapons were nowhere to be seen; either taken to a different area or left all together. His clothes were dirty and tattered with dark bruises showing underneath.
'Bastards must have decided to beat me after they drugged me. Cowards.' He cursed a bit. Suddenly a door opened, filling the cell with bright light. A figure stepped into the light, his large frame taking up most of the doorway.
"Welcome to the world of the Living, Masamune Date. Well at least for now." The man chuckled darkly as he moved closer to the cell. "I can't believe that we had such luck as to capture the famous One Eyed Dragon right from his own land and right under the nose of his Right Eye." The man continued as he looked smugly at Masamune.
"Bastard, who are you?" Masamune spit out as he glared at the man with his eye. The man laughed at the Daimyo's glare.
"Oh me? No one of any importance, really. I was just hired to bring you to my employer. It seems that there is a price on your head." He shrugged as he leaned closer to the bars, studying Masamune with cruel eyes. "Now if you're a good prisoner I might decide to give you some water, but have to behave. Got it?"
In response, Masamune managed to spit in his face. The man cursed and wiped his eyes on his sleeve. "Fine have it your way. I have ways of breaking a person like you…and this is a very long trip." With that the man walked out and slammed the door behind him, leaving Masamune alone in the dark.
'What am I going to do? Kojūrō where are you?" He thought as he drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
Author's Note: What will happen to Masamune? And where is Kojuro? Find out in the next chapter. Please review and Fav.