There were stars everywhere. Was he dreaming? Usually he saw those battles. And that specific one. That one with the most casualties. His dreams were more nightmares then anything. Then why were there stars. They glittered past his one-eyed vision, some too bright for the darkness. Masamune felt his stomach almost pull against him, and he doubled over in pain. A voice suddenly snapped at him, and he seemed to fall into cold water. He writhed in its coldness, trying to stay above surface, but he strangely suddenly had heavy armor on. Swords were at his belt, and it all weighed him down. He couldn't stay above the surface, and soon, the cold water enveloped him.
He was sweating profusely as he sat up quickly, single eye opened wide in fear. The room was dark, and for a minute, Masamune thought he might still be dreaming. He shakily got up, wearing only some sweatpants as he made his way to the window. He tore open the blinds, the sun practically blinding him. He saw the modern city of Sendai in all its glory, and sighed. He leaned his forehead against the window, staring down at the street. He touched his right eye, plucked out when he was very little. He quickly grabbed the daily eye patch he wore to cover it, not even needing a mirror to do so. He didn't bother changing, just wobbling out of his room into the hallway. He sniffed at the air, smelling breakfast. Coming into the large kitchen, he found his caretaker cooking on the stove. Masamune smirked, creeping softly behind him. But just as he was about to pounce, the man cooking said bluntly,
"Masamune-sama, please sit down while I finish your breakfast."
Masamune's face fell, and he grumbled,
"Kojuro, you're no fun at all…!"
Kojuro looked back at Masamune, fixing his glasses and giving Masamune a fake smile, then going back to the stove. Masamune scoffed, sitting down at the table. He leaned his torso on it, staring at Kohuro's back. Tilting his head, Masamune asked,
"What exactly are you making?"
Kojuro didn't answer; he simply turned, and shoved a plate full of food in Masamune's face. It looked to be a giant omelet, wish sausage on the side. Masamune blinked stupidly, pointing out,
"You really think… I'll eat all of that?"
Folding his arms, the older man said bluntly,
"You need to keep your strength up, Masamune-sama. Especially when your baseball tournament is coming up…"
He turned back to the stove, beginning to obsessively clean it. Masamune resisted the urge to scowl at Kojuro, instead grabbing a fork and shoving a large mouthful of omelet into his mouth. Like always, it was delicious, and it would be a shame to leave anything behind. He usually ate every scrap of food Kojuro fed him. So, once he was finished, he laid back in the chair and sighed contentedly. He glanced at Kojuro's back, eye softening. This man had always been with him. Masamune couldn't fathom life without him. It was unthinkable. AS he was daydreaming, Kojuro suddenly said,
"Masamune, your lunch has been made, so hurry up and get dressed. Or you'll be late, and you'll probably won't be able to go to practice this evening."
Chuckling, Masamune turned his gaze to look at the clock, saying,
"I still got time-"
Oh, apparently he didn't.
"Shit!"
He leaped up, practically tripping over the end of his long pants. He snapped at Kojuro,
"Why didn't you tell me it was that time?"
Kojuro sighed, growling in a calm tone,
"I told you to get ready because you were going to be late. I just figured you know what time it was."
Masamune flipped him the middle finger, dashing into his room to change into his school uniform. Him and Kojuro went to the same school, though Kojuro was two years ahead of him. The walk to school was the quietest part of his day, just walking with Kojuro.
Alone.