AN: Okay, this story idea started from a headcannon from tumblr. It's not my headcannon and I don't recall who said it and when I saw it but I just wanted to put this out there that the original idea isn't mine. I just took it and expanded it because I really liked it so...yeah. I'm sorry for the terrible writing [in this chapter and in the chapters to come!]. I'm in a bit of a writer's block and things just aren't flowing like they should be *bows deeply* I'm sorry! But just a bit of background, this is before Yuki is in high school. I'm not really sure when because I didn't really have an age set when I wrote this but this takes place when he's younger and childish and progresses...ish. I'm sorry!

"Tetsuya, could you bring these to Mr. Nakamura?"

"Mr. Nakamura? Who's that?"

"He's our neighbor who lives across the street."

"Huh? Why do I have to go? Tell Musashi to go."

"Tetsuya, you know better than that. Come on, your toys will still be here waiting for you when you get back."

Tetsuya grumbled and frowned and he looked away when his mother gave him a stern stare. He slipped on his shoes and his mother handed him a basket filled with goods.

"Be safe, Tetsuya!"

"I'm leaving."

Tetsuya grumbled. Why did he have to run a little errand that his little brother could do? As the oldest child in his family, Tetsuya had important things to do...like conquering imaginary kingdoms with his action figures.

Before he knew it, Tetsuya had crossed the street and ended up on the doorstep of Mr. Nakamura's house. It was a plain house and it was quiet. Tetsuya knocked and waited for a few minutes, growing impatient when there was no answer. He knocked again, louder, and grumbled when there was no answer again.

"This is stupid," he muttered.

Just as he was about to turn and leave, the door opened and Mr. Nakamura stepped out, startling Tetsuya.

"It's a ghost!"

"What? Where?"

Yuki was speechless. He didn't know Mr. Nakamura was an old man! He was a grandpa! Mr. Nakamura's expression matched Tetsuya's terror-filled face and they stood there, silent, until Mr. Nakamura broke the silence with a laugh.

"Sorry! Didn't mean to scare ya! Come on in! You must be Mrs. Yuki's boy. Tetsuya, was it?"

Tetsuya cautiously followed Mr. Nakamura into the house. Although it looked small outside, the interior of the house was wide and spacious. It was quiet, except for Mr. Nakamura's voice.

"Are you coming, Tetsuya? I'm in the living room!"

"O-okay!"

Mr. Nakamura was setting up a table in the living room and he instructed for Yuki to set the basket on the table.

"Tell your mother I said thank you and that I really appreciate her food!"

Tetsuya blinked,

"My mom made food for you? And how do you know my name?"

Mr. Nakamura grinned,

"I often bump into your mother on my daily walks. She talks about you all the time! She's very proud of you, you know."

Tetsuya blushed but he said nothing.

Tetsuya looked around the room. It was filled with pictures, figurines, books, and there was even a full suit of samurai armor sitting by the door to the garden. Tetsuya let out a quiet sigh of amazement.

"Whoa."

Mr. Nakamura looked up and followed Tetsuya's gaze, smiling gently when his eyes landed on the old samurai armor.

"Oh, you like that? It belonged to my great great-grandfather."

"Whoa, really? I mean, ahem, really."

Mr. Nakamura grinned,

"Really. In fact, this armor belonged to a man who fought numerous wars under the great Oda Nobunaga during the Sengoku period. He crossed a great river to relay an important message to the allies of Oda and he even saved Oda from an assassination."

Tetsuya listened as Mr. Nakamura continued with the story of the unnamed samurai, his mind conjuring romantic images of the Sengoku period and his ears composing sounds of war cries and the clashing of swords.

Mr. Nakamura finished his story and Tetsuya blinked.

"What? Is that if?"

"Of course that's it! What else do you expect? The samurai died. You can't bring a dead man back to life."

Tetsuya frowned but he said nothing more.

"Was that story really true, Mr. Nakamura?"

Mr. Nakamura shrugged casually,

"Who knows? Maybe you should do some research. Well, I've finished the food. Go ahead and bring these back home with you, Tetsuya. It's about time for you to go home, anyway; we don't want to worry your mother, now do we?"

Yuki nodded and he bowed before he left Mr. Nakamura's house, making a mental note to look into the Sengoku period when he got home.