Okay, so I deleted the earlier Sengoku Basara 2 attempt hehe xD;; But here's an improved (hopefully) version...
I swear I have to finish this [even though I barely started eh =_=" ]
Enjoy all you Sengoku Basara fans ;D Please leave feedback as to how I can improve on my writing :3
Part 1: The Present
I will see you again in the next life, Sanada Yukimura.
Flitting thunder resounded endlessly around him. Rain fell in a splatter of drops, and like the tears staining his face, they left an imprint on the world. The dirt turned to mud, mixed with watery red and the sweat of soldiers surrounding him, their face marred underneath the ground. The stench made him sick, stacks of bodies crisscrossed haphazardly everywhere, like animal carcasses in a slaughterhouse.
Two identical red spears lay beside him, one almost to the point of breaking. The fallen youth's normally fierce brown eyes were dull now, slowly losing their spirit… and life. His insignia headband was a smear of red over his face, edges fluttering in the breeze like a banner in the chaos-filled sky.
Fires were rampant over the land, a dark force that even rain could not quench. Houses were torn apart and crumbling to pieces, black and charred as the ground beneath his body and the trees collapsing everywhere. The cries of war-crazed soldiers could still be heard from afar, like the mindless mantra of death's chant.
Who would win?
Would anyone actually even win, in the end?
Yukimura yearned to lift his head from the mud and join his one true enemy, rival, friend, and comrade in battle again. He wanted to slay people around him not because he loved bloodshed, but for the sake of knowing their lives would be atoned for when this was over. He desired peace in this war-stained land, where lords cherished their people and where generals would never sacrifice their troops for no reason at all. He wished for forgiveness from the men he had killed, whether they were father, son, grandfather, or someone special, they all had lives and dreams… and he had taken them away from the world.
Closing his eyes from the blinding glare of a crimson sun, Yukimura coughed shakily. Everything hurted him. The thoughts running circles in his mind, the bleeding wounds across every place on his body, and the feeling of defeat and insufferable fear.
I can't stand it… anymore…
Somewhere in the battlefield, his lord Oyakata-sama would be battling countless enemies with the force of a raging tornado, expecting his son-like retainer to be doing the same. His friend, Sarutobi Sasuke would also be near the crimson-blooded Tiger of Kai, pouring all his soul and might in the final battle…
Forgive me… Oyakata-sama… Sasuke…
Slowly, his body began its gradual descent to the underworld… drifting apart from his soul and into the soil. The sounds of the dead echoed through him, their hands dragging closer for expiation… He could feel their pain like a scar over his heart, clawing at him…
And then, right before the edges of the startlingly high cliff, an image of a man emboldened in blue jolted him back. It was the face of an insane troublemaker, with only the thoughts of rushing headfirst into any situation… but it was also a brave man, ready to bare the responsibilities of his people on his shoulders… a half crescent moon emblem reflecting against the sharp tides of hopelessness… blue eyes challenging… bringing the dying flames burning back once more…
Gasping, Sanada Yukimura's eyes flew open. Everything came rushing back at once. The suffocating smell of death, the screaming and shouting, the horror of ending a life with his own hands…
But he could hear the voice of Date Masamune too. Words of strength and convictions, words of care and emotion, words of anger and disbelief. "Are you a warrior or aren't you?!" The simple yet serious promises he'd made to Yukimura, the smile that blazed on his handsome face, one that could cure the deepest wound in the young tiger.
Date Masamune.
And suddenly, the fire that was extinguished roared high with new power. I have yet to face you! Date Masamune!
"AHHHHHHHHHHH!" the youth cried, struggling up from his fallen position. Ignoring the pulsing pain, he grabbed his spears, touching the almost broken one fondly. "Don't worry, this will be the last battle," he reassured it quietly. The last battle. Yukimura's gaze abruptly went to the blood-cracked sky, then out over the field of war. No one seemed to notice him, they were intent only on survival… and destroying.
So he did as they did, racing into the fight, spears hacking and slashing without fail, accustom to their master's will. The will to live as long as there were people in the world to fight for, to defend for.
"Yo, Yukimura!"
The shout was barely loud enough to be heard over the jostles of a hundred, but his attention was instantly caught. Yukimura whirled around, eyes wide, to the source of the sound. The cocky assurance of the man racing across the field could never be mistaken for anyone but Date Masamune. His six claws were already outstretched, his helmet off in a blur of wild fury.
The passion that only Masamune could invoke in him returned with full force, almost making the young man double over in excitement and anxiety. His eyes couldn't tear their gaze from the advancing figure, red suddenly coloring his cheeks, and a strange trembling took over his body. Yukimura watched his rival approach with something close to… love.
"Hey, what's this? You gonna fight me like that?"
Masamune was now a few feet away from Yukimura, obviously referring to his slack stance and lowered spears. The one-eyed dragon raised his own weapons, eyes narrowing with a gleam.
There was hesitation in Yukimura as he stared at his rival, searching. What he actually wanted was to see the warmth only he could evoke in Masamune's eyes, to feel the other's body next to him in a rare moment of intimacy, his lips pressed firm against that returning passion…
"Come, Yukimura!"
Masamune's attack brought the young man back to the reality of the situation. He blocked it with his spears at the last minute, pushing to end the sudden assault. The two backed off, glaring at each other now. The one-eyed dragon's eyes lifted up with approval, and Yukimura got the message instantly.
This was war. There was no time for that.
Though it pained him to see only fighting lust in his partner's raging soul, Yukimura was content to know that it was fighting lust for him. And somewhere, deep down, he also knew that after this fight, only one would come out unscathed.
"Masamune…dono!"
In a whirl of dust, they locked blades again, both refusing to give the other leverage. Yukimura could feel the adrenaline rushing through his blood, his fiery fervor back with a vengeance.
For the final battle.
With Masamune.
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Yeah, I knows. This Chapter is the same as the previous one. It gets different tho ^^
Also, I don't "detail" much so chapters will be shockingly short :x