Pairing: MasamunexOCxYukimura

Rating: M for swearing and future lemons

A minor heads-up: This story is based in an alternate universe from Sengoku Basara, with it only having the characters in common. It is more specifically based in Los Angeles, California. So know it's definitely obvious that it isn't going to be much alike.

The main character is an OC in which I created for this piece of fiction, further details of this female shall be stated within the story itself. I would have preferred to not use an OC for this, but I did not see any of the actual female character working for this and it really wouldn't have been easy to write as a yaoi.

Summary: AU. Charlotte was in for the ride of her plain, suburban life when a new man moves in next door. Will she make the right decisions and live happily, or suffer the consequences? MasamunexOCxYukimura.

Furthermore, enjoy.


Charlotte glared at the white ceiling above her bed as she laid there in silence. It had been two weeks since her boyfriend had left for his business trip in Europe, and there were still two weeks to go until he returned home. You could say that Charlotte had begun to feel the effects of staying apart for a long period of time.

Though, she wasn't one of those girls that couldn't function without someone by her side, she was much stronger than that and had been alone before. It was a beautiful Saturday morning, the sun was shining, birds were singing, and she had decided that today would be the perfect day to sleep in and laze around their average-sized suburban home to her heart's content.

Although, it seemed that a particular moving company had a different agenda in mind for her. It had started around 8:00 am, the ruckus sound of laughing and a massive truck being unloaded waking her up two hours prior to this moment. She never knew how disruptive a moving company could actually be.

Reluctantly slithering out of bed, she walked over to her bedroom window. Pulling back the curtain, Charlotte flicked her eyes over to all of the men carrying cardboard boxes, tables, and other pieces of furniture into the newly purchased home not even ten feet away from hers. It seemed like an ordinary, everyday move that any normal person would've been a tad curious about but wouldn't have bothered with it. That would've been the case, but she stopped on her way of turning back from the window when something, more like someone, caught her eye.

There was a man standing in the center of all the activity. He wasn't holding a box or anything, just standing, facing the house with his arms crossed. Judging by his stance, she supposed he was the new owner of said house. As she watched him she was able to get a closer look at him. He had strong, muscular arms, and an obviously built torso under the white, short sleeved t-shirt he was wearing. Her gaze flickered to the destroyed, loose blue jeans and then back up to his face. Her breath caught in her throat when she noticed that hidden underneath his longer than average, almost rocker-dude brown hair was a black eye-patch over his right eye.

"What is he, a pirate?" she spoke to herself in her empty house as she continued to watch him. She knew it was rude to stare and speak ill of strangers, but it wasn't a natural occurrence in this day and age to see such a thing. Just as she squinted to get a closer look, she noticed that his nose was twitching. Then suddenly, he whipped his head around to stare straight into her window. Charlotte squealed and jumped back from the window, becoming flush with the adjacent wall and throwing the curtain back over the window a bit too vigorously, almost ripping it off the hanging rail.

She stood still for over a minute, her eyes wide open and heart beating erratically. It wasn't the fact that she had been caught that frightened her so much, it had been his look when they made eye contact. Though there was a good amount of distance between them, and the episode was brief, she could clearly see his light gray, almost white iris. His pupil was as thin as a cat's, and she was sure as ever that that indeed, wasn't normal.

Shaking her head free of the predicament, Charlotte finally separated herself from the door and tried to busy herself with ways to apologize for acting like a potential stalker if she is ever to meet her abnormal new neighbor.

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"Boss?" A man walked up to his long-time friend and employer, who was standing still with his gaze trained on the next door neighbor's window.

"It's nothing." He replied coolly with a small, almost nonexistent smirk on his face.


Alright, time for a little explanation of this story. This idea popped into my head one day during class and I thought "What the hell, why not?" I needed to write a BASARA story at some point anyway. I've never had to use an OC before, and it's entirely new territory for me, but I thought I'd give it a shot.

Be sure to leave a review containing your thoughts since this whole thing is experimental. Who knows? It may prosper.