Disclaimer: Seriously? Everyone should know by now that I'm not Konomi Takeshi.. *sigh*

Summary: In a notebook in Sanada's room that no one knew about, laid a collection of stories written by Genichirou himself. The feelings he couldn't convey were always there, including his love for a certain blue-haired captain. There, he was always the bluenet's hero, rescuing him from Yakuza, kidnapping, vampires, pirates, anything that came to mind!

Notes: I just couldn't ignore this one! It kept flying around with wings made of hearts around in every corner of my mind begging to be written down!

I figured it was okay, since My Love To Find is almost at its end, and I'm pretty much able to continue my other stories. This is a strange idea I know, but I wondered, how would Sanada be as a romantic?

Warnings: OOC, genderbender (though in much later chapters).

Yaoi!


Sanada Genichirou, with all his stoic façade and stiff pose, was something completely different down inside. He had a soft heart that was filled with appropriate emotions that fell each in the right time, but more importantly, he was attracted to romance.

Yes, people who knew him probably (99.9%) won't believe this if they were ever told.

And this wasn't something he gained recently due to a crush or whatsoever, rather, it had grew up within him since he was a kid.

Sanada Kyoko, his dear mother, wasn't very happy about bringing her second son up in a stern house that cared all about rules and principles just like his older brother, so she opted to teach him important things on her own, too. She used to go to her younger boy's room when she was free and knew he was, bringing with her a mini snack to spend time comfortably and tell stories.

Like all children, little Sanada Genichirou was amazed after hearing Cinderella's story. The same thing happened after he learned Beauty & The Beast, and followed by The Little Mermaid, Hansel & Gretel, Alice in Wonderland, The Princess & The Pea, Peter Pan, and the list could go on unending.

He was affected by them very much that he grew up with those fantasies known and acknowledged by heart.

That, however, didn't affect his strict upbringing by his father and grandfather. He respected both of them, too, and wanted to please him, so the solution was in concealing his emotions carefully and delicately while giving off the respected and authoritative aura he had.

Loving stories and tales was his secret that only his mother knew.

Writing, though, was another story..


After learning a couple of those stories, little Sanada tried writing his own story, and happily showed to his mother once it was story-time for them. He still remembered her wide eyes as she read the neat calligraphy.

The word that left her had a huge impact on him.

".. Amazing, Genichirou." She had said slowly, still not fully believing that her son had written such a brilliant story. He felt very proud. Since then, whenever he wrote a new story, he'd bring it to his mother and receive feedback and reviews from her about which word to replace and how to make a story stronger.

The girl who caught him staring at her and smiled adorably, making him blush, was a very major reason for him to start writing stories. However, him, at the age of eleven, realizing the feeling of 'crush' on him made him go for a slightly romantic genre of writing.

He was disappointed to learn that the girl he fell in love.. was a boy.. a very pretty boy..

BUT! He couldn't change his feelings, and accepted that crush without telling anyone about it, while he grew together with the boy who became his only best friend. Yukimura, in public, and Seiichi, in his heart only.

Yukimura Seiichi.

The name that invaded his mind more than normal and made him question the night sky 'why did Seiichi have to be a boy?' hoping to get an answer, just like the stories from his childhood.

Everything started at the start of junior high school.

He started creating themes for both of them to be together.


Sanada returned back home from school, took a detour to the kitchen to greet his mother before going to his room and succumb to the idea running in his mind.

He changed and refreshed, organizing his thoughts in the process, then sat down at his desk. His eyes averted from the window to his bed –under his bed, to be precise- and after thinking, got up to retrieve the black notebook there then sat back at his desk.

He turned a new page while snatching a pencil from his pencils cup, wrote down the date, took a deep breath and started writing.

A tear slid down across a pale cheek as the person sighed..

No. he erased that; it didn't sound good. Starting again,

A beautiful blue-haired boy, clad in only a white robe, was standing on a wooden board shaking slightly. He looked back only to find smirking faces watching him intently, waiting for him to fall. He looked down, below his bare feet and the board, to feel dizziness sweeping him off his consciousness. The water ripples each swallowing the other made him scared.

He liked that.

A lone, sad tear slid across his pale cheeks as he took a breath and tugged on his hands, tied behind his back. No hope, though; they won't be freed.

"March!" a voice roared from behind him and he looked over his shoulder to find the captain of the ship pointing forward with his hook-hand. One of the one-eyed pirates stepped on the board threatening to shake it while his peers cheered loudly.

At once, he gave up and took the final two steps separating him from his death and let gravity do its work.

'Genichirou..' the boy's mind formed as his wavy hair disheveled and his lids closed. A sob leaving his body before he took a deep breath.

Up there, the pirates on the ship were whistling happily, clapping and laughing. Apparently, they received so much joy from seeing their victims sink in the sea.

Yukimura broke through the surface of the water and started descending deeper. Breathing became harder and moving was so much exhausting with the binds digging into his sensitive skin. His body twisted in a try to move upwards, but he failed miserably at that.

Just when the thought of giving up to his fate entered his mind, he felt two strong arms slide around his body.

The blue-haired beauty-

Sanada liked that name very much, wondering if he'll call his captain that someday..

The blue-haired beauty tried to open his eyes but couldn't, even if he had a faint hope on his savior's identity. They were moving upwards, thank God!

Finally, he felt air enter his lungs and burn his throat after accidentally swallowing the salty water. He tried keeping his exhales and inhales as silent as he could, fearing getting seen by the maniacs on the ship, when a deep voice called to him and a hand stroked his back.

"Easy, now. Don't worry, Seiichi."

He opened his eyes at last and felt them well up with tears as he took in the warm chocolate eyes looking at him with affection. Yukimura's mind accepted the thought that Sanada was indeed his hero.

"Wait a second." Sanada said and reached behind him, gently, cutting off the ropes tying his wrists with a small knife.

Once his hands were free, he threw himself on the taller boy, locking his arms around a strong neck and letting the tears drop, whispering 'Genichirou..' time after time.

"I told you that I'll always come to you, didn't I?"

Yukimura smiled and pressed his lips on Sanada's in a kiss that conveyed everything he had to say.

How would it feel to actually do that? Sanada wondered while unconsciously tapping his pencil on his lip, thoughtfully looking out the window. Now that he had saved Yukimura, what to do? He wrote again..

After breaking the kiss, both of them smiled sincerely at the other and looked up. "One problem remaining.."

Sanada told Yukimura to stay put and wait while-

No, scratch that..

Sanada was about to untangle himself from his lover when the latter tightened his grip.

"No, please, don't go up there!" Yukimura hissed.

"Seiichi.."

The blue-haired shook his head, "Please.. let's just leave. I want to go home, Genichirou.." he said pleadingly.

The black-haired teen nodded and held the other's hand, "As you want.."

And together, they made their way to a small boat that was waiting for them not too far away..

Sanada nodded to himself. This was fine, though he had to find a proper ending to it soon, but it was okay.

He closed the notebook, noting that close to an hour had already passed, so he slid it back far under his bed and went to his usual routine.


A/N: I'd like to know what you think! Please, review!