Hellos! Kiwasaki here to put up a new story, a Sengoku Basara Fanfiction. I know it's sad that I keep on making new fanfics and not finishing my older ones. But I am trying...at least I was almost done with Chapter 8 of Our Promise is Broken when my laptop and several other possessions of mine went bye-bye. Long story it is. Ne...Oh well...hopefully this will be enjoyable, since I have four chapters already typed up and ready for uploading. Though I will start with just this one. Okays? I don't own anything, well I own the outline of the city and thats pretty much it. If I did...no, can't think about what would happen if I owned the part of Capcom that works on Basara.

Warnings: Ooc-ness, shounen-ai, and the dangers of leeks.

Please enjoy the first chapter of Basara High.

Azure Awakening

A steel blue opened when something was heard crashing on the floor in the kitchen of the two floored penthouse. The owner of said eye sat up and shook his head, ridding himself of the bed hair that he had. He grumbled as he glared at his alarm clock that said it was 7:58 in the morning, way before the time he had set for his clock to go off. He looked at his cell phone, a Samsung Galaxy (which model? He wasn't even exactly sure), and it's clock also read 7:58 in the morning. He was hoping that his clock was just wrong about the time for once. This was just one of those days that said he was going to be pissed off for most of it. He could just feel it. And to make matters worse, it was the first day of being a freshman in high school.

He grabbed his eye-patch off his nightstand and placed it over his right eye. One day, the explanation about his eye-patch would be said, however today is not that day. And that day is not too far off from this one. He ran one hand through his neck length brown hair and gave a long sigh. When the sigh was over, he found himself running to the bathroom in his room to relieve his bladder. Drinking at least three gallons of water right before going to bed the night before was killing the poor organ. The things that happens in a household of only three teenage boys were a mystery, just like the reasons of why they did things that were a mystery.

After he got through in the bathroom, he placed a pair of blue sweatpants on to cover the black boxers he was wearing as he slept. He heard another crash in his kitchen and decided that he was going to see what in the hell was happening. His feet made a soft patting sound as he walk over the tile floor that was in his room. Then he stopped in front of the mirror to look himself over. He gave himself what he likes to call his "dangerously sexy" smirk before fixing his eye-patch. Another crash in the kitchen...he had to figure out what was happening in there.

He made it down to the first floor and could smell something that he never had before in his life. He quickly moved to the kitchen doorway and saw his best friend\cousin standing there, holding a spoon and a spatula, and covered in flour. He tilted his head in confusion, knowing that there was no reason for him to be in the kitchen. They weren't allowed in there. They couldn't cook to save their own lives and half the time they can barely operate the microwave...unless it was a TV Dinner or popcorn. Whenever they actually cooked, they always ended up making a mess out of the kitchen and themselves.

He was trying to stifle back a laugh as he walked closer to his cousin. He wanted to figure out if the flour was in his hair because it looked whiter than it usually did. He couldn't hold it any longer and he let out the laughter that sounded a lot louder than what he expected. His cousin turned around, his right cerulean eye sparkling in the sunlight as the left was covered with an eye-patch.

"What the hell are you doing in here, Princess Shoto?" the brunette asked after calming down his laughter.

"Don't call me Princess Shoto, her majesty Kiwasaki. My first name is Motochika and I am a boy, thus making me a Prince!" the white haired boy pushed him.

"Whoa...don't call me by my middle name. And as your cousin I have a right to call you princess."

"And as your cousin, I can call you Kiwasaki, then."

"I am Masamune, leader of the Date Clan!"

"And somehow the Date Clan got the blood of the awesome Chosokabe."

"You're only awesome because of the Date blood that you have."

"Whatever you say, her majesty."

"Stop referring to me as a girl! And answer my question, Chika!"

"Which was?"

"What the hell are you doing in the kitchen to wake me up?"

"Making home made pancakes. I figured that since Akira-Battle-Butler could do it, so could I!"

"So is that why there's a raging fire on the stove?"

The two teens looked over at the stove together. When Masamune, the brown haired blue eyed teen, blinked slowly before it fully kicked in that he needed to stop the fire before the alarm started. Motochika, the cerulean eyed white haired teen, grabbed his cousin's arm and pulled him over to the sink so that they could get to work on getting rid of the fire. Sadly, Motochika's work in the kitchen isn't even half as bad as what Masamune could do when he actually thought about cooking. Just imagine a giant fireball of what is going to be assumed as food crawling towards you asking for you to put it out of it's misery. And that's what Masamune would most likely call boiled hot dogs.

Before the teens could turn the sink on, a black haired, brown eyed older teen walked into the kitchen with a fire extinguisher. He quickly got rid of the fire and looked back at the two teens standing by the sink. The two started to back up a bit with fear written all over their faces. He sighed and started to walk closer to them. They were two of the most awkward teens that he ever had the pleasure of being around all of his life.

"Oh goodness, Kojuro, don't kill me! Kill Motochika, he was the one in the kitchen cooking!" Masamune hid behind Motochika.

"Thanks for throwing me under the bus, Mune," Motochika rolled his eyes.

"Oh, you're welcome. Someone had to save my ass so that the world can know the wonderful being that is me!"

"Will you care to tell him about yesterday's dinner disaster that you made?"

"Hell no! Chika...don't do this to me. We're cousins. Blood is thicker than Kojuro killing us. Come on, man."

"Masamune-sama..." Kojuro began.

"Shut the fuck up, Mune. If you're gonna get me killed, then you're dying with me!"

"Motochika-dono..." Kojuro continued to say something.

"It's not fair! I'm too sexy to die. All the guys that never got to see me and all the girls that never got to envy me for stealing their boyfriends! Chika!"

"Masamune and Motochika! I am not going to kill your sorry asses for ruining my kitchen this one damn time!" Kojuro screamed.

Motochika and Masamune both turned their heads to look at Kojuro holding a leek in his hands. To them, that was the most dangerous weapon that anyone could ever think of creating to put in a human's hand. When they think about every time that Kojuro has actually hit them with one of those things, it made their heads hurt.

Kojuro threw the leek and chuckled when it hit Masamune's head with a thunk. He sighed when the boy decided to be over dramatic about the whole thing and cling onto Motochika's arm as if he couldn't stand up on his own. Though he had to be a little glad that he had them around. He would have hated to be living in such a big place on his own without their antics to be used as entertainment. Though their efforts in the kitchen...he would love to get rid of all together.

"Why were you two in the kitchen? Do you not see the signs that are all over the place?" Kojuro asked them.

Motochika grabbed a sign off the wall (making Masamune fall on his butt in the process) and held it up. It was a crudely drawn sign, with people that are supposed to be Motochika and Masamune getting killed by leeks. In Kanji, it says that if Masamune and Motochika value their lives, they wouldn't go into the kitchen without permission. Those signs had been there for at least a year or so.

"Yeah...so um...why aren't you killing us?" Masamune asked as he stood up.

"It's your first day of high school today. It would be very suspicious if I go to school without the two of you being present. It would give the wrong impression that I actually killed you both," Kojuro answered.

"Akira-Battle-Butler cares about us!" Motochika cheered.

"Stop calling by that infernal name and go get ready for school. I'm driving you both today and most likely for the rest of the school year."

"What?! I wanted to drive Dragon to school today, to make all the other brats jealous of me!" Masamune pouted.

"No. You are not driving your Kawasaki r650 to school today. It is highly unsafe and I don't need you getting into a car accident or in trouble."

"But I don't wanna sit in that small ass car of yours."

"Do not insult my Toyota IQ. It serves its purpose of being safe and getting us places. Unlike that pathetic motorcycle of yours."

"Those are fighting words, Kojuro. You know I love Dragon and she just needs to be fixed up a little bit! Still has more room than that hunk of shit you call a car!"

"Say that to my face, Masamune-sama."

Before Masamune could say or think of anything, Motochika grabbed him by his arm and drug him out of the kitchen. He knew as well as anyone that Masamune would end up getting his ass beat by a leek...again...because he couldn't control his mouth...again. It wasn't like the "leader" of the Date Clan was weak, he was one of the best fighters that Motochika had ever seen. It was just that, Kojuro had the dreaded leek. That leek could stop ten swords in the swordsman's tracks.

As they made their way back to the upstairs part of the penthouse, they both began to laugh in that crazy little way of theirs. They were going to high school, and not just any high school, Basara High. Everyone knew that Basara High was the lower class high school of the town called Sengoku, and in the lower class schools came the better fighters. They were going to take the school by storm in the first couple of months. They were going to be even more bad ass in high school than they ever thought that they were in junior high. Masamune gave a fist pump...and quickly fell flat on his face.

Crimson Beginning

Light brown eyes opened up gently as the owner felt an arm wrapped around his midsection. He blinked in order to get a clearer view of what was around him and smiled as he saw his best friend. They had had one awesome sleepover last night and he was going to thank his Oyakata-sama for allowing it to happen. He gently removed the arm from around him and sat straight up. He grabbed his red hair brush off his nightstand, glad that he chose to sleep on the left side of his bed...it was by his night stand and the door. He started brushing his hair to get rid of all the tangles that decided to come back. He brushed his waist long brown hair twice a day, daily. Yet those tangles, they just wanted to get the best of him everyday. No worries. He'd just smile at them and make them pay for coming back.

The sound of snoring stopped. He looked over at the bed that his two brothers shared and saw that his older brother was starting to wake up. He smiled as he saw the mess of red hair sit up and the amber eyes look at him. He frowned once when a particularly stubborn tangle got caught up in his brush, but quickly regained his smile.

"Yukimura...isn't it too early to be brushing your hair?" his redheaded brother yawned.

"Oh Sasuke-kun, it's never too early to brush my hair. You see how long it is. It takes a long time to actually make it straight and perfect without all the tangles," Yukimura smiled harder.

"I swear, Yukimura...you have got to be the strangest boy in the world. And sadly, you happen to be my little brother."

When Sasuke received no answer, he pulled back the blanket so that he could go to the bathroom that was outside of their room. He kissed the forehead of his sleeping baby brother as he got up. He shook out his green pajamas once he stood up so that he could move a little more freely. Today was the first day of school, and while he was excited to go, he really wasn't ready for his little brother to be going there too. He would have to keep a good eye on him to make sure that he didn't get in with the wrong crowd, that the school perverts wouldn't take advantage of him, and most importantly that he didn't end up dating anyone. As he walked out the door, he his face held a huge frown.

Yukimura tilted his head in confusion as he saw Sasuke's frown. He wondered if it was because he wasn't ready to start waking up way before 9:00 in the morning or if it was something completely different. According to his alarm clock sitting on the wall, it was only 8:03. Yeah, Sasuke was just grumpy that he couldn't sleep until his normal time. Well, he was going to be happy later. He knew his big brother better than anyone, even Oyakata-sama.

"Yuki-chan, could you keep your voice down, I'm still sleeping," his best friend waved his hand.

"Oh, I'm sorry Sakaiya-san. I didn't mean to wake you," Yukimura apologized.

"Will you stop calling me that. My given name is Motonari, Yuki. So please call me Motonari-kun or something of that sort," Motonari's green eyes fluttered open.

"It's a habit of mine, sorry. You told me that I was the only person allowed to call you Sakaiya when we were in first grade together while everyone, including the teacher, had to call you Mori-san."

"Yes. And you still are the only person who has that privilege. However, we are going to a new school and if they start to call me that, then I will have to start going on a rampage, like I did back in the fifth grade. Do you remember that year?"

Yukimura cringed inwardly as he remembered the year that Motonari had started beating up everyone in their school for calling him the "Pretty Sun Boy." It was the same year that he had to learn how to fight as well. He had earned the nickname "Cub of Kai" while Motonari was "The Demonic Child of the Sun." They had calmed down by the time that they had entered junior high, but they were still fighting nonetheless. Of course Sasuke and Oyakata-sama knew nothing about them being crazy little fighters. It was something that they vowed to keep a secret with each other for as long as they lived.

"Let's not talk about that time," Yukimura finally said.

"Katsuyori is still sleeping. Keep your voice down," Motonari placed his left index finger to his mouth. "Oh right. Well can you believe that we're gonna be going to high school today. I'm really excited about it."

"I can see. You're brushing your hair more than what you would usually do."

"Well I have to look good. I mean Sasuke is going to be there and I know he wouldn't want to feel embarrassed by the way that I look. Uesugi Kenshin will be there too. We'll probably be the only freshmen that knows a senior. How awesome will that be? Everyone will be all starry-eyed at us because of our connection to Uesugi-san."

"Stop drooling over Uesugi-san. You know that he hardly ever notices us when he comes by the store. He only wants to see..."

"Oyakata-sama. I find it weird that he calls himself Oyakata-sama's rival when he owns a cafe and we have our convenient store. It is so strange."

Motonari chuckled and shook his head a bit. Yukimura was so naive that is was downright adorable to talk to him about anything seriously. This time it was over Uesugi Kenshin's rivalry with Takeda Shingen. Shingen's store was really popular around all of Sengoku, not just in the Kai neighborhood while Kenshin's cafe was best known in his neighborhood that was filled with college students. Though that wasn't the only thing, as Motonari knew. Kenshin also wanted a family like Shingen. Kenshin wasn't married, nor had anyone to call his significant other. Shingen was married, had two adopted sons (Sasuke and Yukimura), and a biological son (Katsuyori). What man wouldn't want a life like that?

Yukimura got out of the bed, allowing the long brown hair to flow behind him. He looked in the small mirror on his wall at himself and thought about how perfect he was going to look that day. He had the perfect outfit, sitting on his desk and wrinkle free. All he needed to actually do was jump in the shower, brush his teeth, put his clothes on, and style his hair. High school. He gave a little giggle as he thought about how old he was getting. Soon he would be old enough to work at Oyakata-sama's store. Then he would find the love of his life, hopefully a beautiful girl that was as smart as she was beautiful.

"Motonari and Yukimura, time to get up for school!" Shingen opened the door.

Takeda Shingen was a tall man of about 39. When I say tall, he was no less than 6 foot 5 inches and was as strong as an ox. He had deep brown eyes and his black hair was in dreads under a red helmet that was passed down through the Takeda family. He was a very loving man when it came to his family and he loved his two adopted sons as if they were his blood. Of course, Motonari was always welcomed in his home as a part of the family whenever he felt ready. He owed those boys his life as well as his baby boy Katsuyori.

"I'm headed to the bathroom now, Oyakata-sama!" Yukimura ran straight into Shingen's chest.

"Is it like that now, Yukimura?" Shingen punched Yukimura's chest.

The young brunette went flying across the room and made a dent in the wall where he landed. Katsuyori woke up hearing the crash and immediately began to cry. Motonari moved out of his comfort spot and held the little black haired boy to calm him down.

Yukimura got out of his space in the wall and started running towards the door. He put his fist back and summoned as much of his strength as he could muster in his small body. He jumped in the air and punched Shingen in the jaw. The smirk that followed showed off some of the traits that came from being the Cub of Kai.

"Yukimura!" Shingen punched Yukimura in the nose. "Oyakata-sama!" Yukimura punched Shingen in the stomach.

"Yukimura!" a punch to the chest.

"Oyakata-sama!" a punch to the shoulder.

Sasuke left the bathroom and was headed back to the room that he shared with his brothers. He heard the yelling of "Oyakata-sama" and "Yukimura" when he turned the corner. He sighed. How was it that this was seriously an everyday situation. He could only imagine how bad it would be everyday that they would have to ride in the same car together...going to the same school everyday...dealing with that... Sasuke sighed even more than before. He waved at Motonari through the small opening that he could get. Oh boy...this was going to be the start of the new school year.