Hello all. This is my first attempt at Sengoku Basara fic. I've been watching the series over the last couple days, and I'm up to about halfway through season 2, what has aired so far.

This is based on the showdown in season 2 eps 3 & 4 so slight *SPOILERS*. You don't often see Masamune's weaknesses, so I wanted to play on his feelings in that situation. With just a sliiiiiight hint of Masa/Yuki, if you want to see it that way.

I might try something more concrete for the pairing later on, but I wanted to try playing with one character first and see if I could get a feel for him. It's short, but I hope you enjoy!


It wasn't supposed to end like this.

Masamune had been up against great odds before, but that had never stopped the one-eyed dragon. The greater the challenge the more exhilarated he felt.

Yet fighting Toyotomi had felt different. For all his brash declarations, there had been no excitement, no thrill of the battle. His soldiers were barely hanging on after fighting Takenaka's men, and he himself had been injured more severely than he would admit. It had been the time to retreat and regroup. But with the enemy within his grasp there was no way he could back down.

Still, he hadn't expected to die in the effort. Death in battle may be noble, but it wasn't for him. Not now, not like this. Not before he had barely even put up a fight. He had so many other things left to accomplish. There were lands to be reconsolidated, new kingdoms to conquer, power to be gained. He still had to rescue Kojuro, to stop Toyotomi, to settle old scores with Takeda and Uesugi.

But as his body rolled through the dirt, those thoughts were far from his mind. What he saw was the face of a young warrior. A face that showed both determination and adoration every time it looked at him. A face that seemed far too delicate to belong to someone so fierce. A face so animated by both joy and grief. A face Masamune realized he had become quite fond of. A face that he desperately wanted to see again. Above all else, to see it look at him with that blazing challenge that set his blood on fire and ignited the passion for battle in him. A look that made him feel alive in a way nothing else ever had.

How ironic that that face should come to him now. The vigor he so admired seemed a mockery of his own helplessness. There would never be a chance for that rematch they had promised. Masamune hated to break his promises.

His last thought before he lost consciousness was that Yukimura would probably laugh at him for such a spectacularly pathetic end.

Shit.