Title: 6SWORD – Prepare the trigger
Part: 2/?
Rating: G
Summary: Salaryman Katakura Kojuurou meets his idol.
Warnings: Present AU. Fanboy Kojuurou.

AN: I don't know. This is a chapter where absolutely nothing happens. I'm sorry.

Historically, Date Shigezane was Masamune's cousin. Even though he never really showed up in Basara, I still think he's awesome XD Yoshinao, Samanosuke, Bunshichirou, and Magobei are those four guys in the Date army. Yoshinao's the one with the regent hair, Samanosuke's the one with the glasses, Magobei's the short chubby one that eats a lot, and Bunshichirou's the one who has a mole under one eye and looks tired all the time.

"Bon, I'm telling you, this is a bad idea." Shigezane huffed and rubbed his temples. "You don't even know the guy." Masamune craned his head back to look at the sky. "I know I can trust him. Gut instinct, you see?" His cousin groaned. "Bon, no. Your gut instinct backfires on you half the time."

A fluffy white cloud drifted by. "No worries, Shigezane. He's my fan. My fans are good people."

Shigezane threw him a bale glare. "You've only met your fans through events. Have you even taken a look at them properly? Half of them are middle-aged men! Some of these men look shifty, Bon. You should be more careful."

Masamune rolled his eyes. "There's nothing wrong with having male fans, Shigezane. I'm telling you, it's going to work. Relax."

"Well, obviously you're going through with it no matter what I say." His cousin sighed. "What are we going to do with you, Bon?"

The park bench was warm under the clear sky.

Clouds floated by.

Shigezane let out a breath. "Obasan's going to be pissed." Getting no response, he nudged Masamune's foot. "She's gonna freak. You know that, right?" Silence. "Bon, I know you can hear me."

The bench was sturdy against Masamune's back. "Shut up and enjoy the scenery, Shigezane."

A light breeze ruffled the treetops. Birds sang back and forth. Shigezane leaned his head back, mimicking his cousin's posture. "You're skipping class right now, my dear role model idol cousin."

Masamune grinned.

:::

"And then he goes 'Are you ready guys? Let's party!'" The one with the pompadour shouted into his pen as if it was a microphone.

Samanosuke stared at him through his glasses. "Yoshinao. What are you on?"

Yoshinao waved the pen at his coworker. "Hittou! Hittou is who I'm talking about! I'm not on anything!"

"Hittou? What's that? What's Yoshinao on?" The chubby one, Magobei, asked through a mouthful of rice.

Yoshinao slammed the pen down on his desk. "I'm not on anything! Hittou! You know that idol Boss is into? That's his fan nickname! He's got three, actually. Hittou, Masamune-sama, and One Eyed Dragon. He's awesome. Even his fanclub name is awesome! 6SWORD is such a cool name for a fanclub!"

Bunshichirou squeaked.

"Slacking off during work?" Their boss's tall frame loomed behind Yoshinao and Magobei. The chubby one choked on his rice. Kojuurou stared down at them in disapproval.

Yoshinao spun around in his chair. "Boss! You agree that Hittou's awesome, right? He was so awesome in that historical drama he debuted in!" Kojuurou's expression did not change. "Historical fantasy drama, Yoshinao."

The pompadour positively quivered. "Yes! Are you going to Hittou's next event, Boss? I just applied to his fanclub this morning, but I don't know if I can get a ticket in time."

The other three employees could swear they saw Kojuurou's eyes shine. "If you are a devout follower of Masamune-sama, you will attend all his events."

Yoshinao rose halfway out of his seat. "I understand, Boss! I'll work harder to support Hittou!"

Kojuurou gave a curt nod. "You guys haven't had lunch yet, have you? Go take your lunch break. I'll see you in half an hour." He turned on his heel and left the office.

Bunshichirou glanced at the door. "…Boss is awfully lenient these past two days."

:::

When Kojuurou returned to his apartment complex in the evening, he was pleasantly greeted by the sight of a magazine in his mailbox. Masamune had recently revealed on his blog that he was appearing in this month's publication for that particular magazine.

Sitting down at the dinner table, Kojuurou opened the magazine's plastic wrap. He paused at a page and swallowed thickly. He knew the magazine was not mainstream, but he had not expected the result to be this. Or perhaps he should have expected it, having flipped through an older publication to see what it was like. But it had not occurred to him that Masamune would be dressed up like he was in the magazine spread. Or perhaps it did occur to him, but he had not dared to entertain the thought any further, refusing to debase his idol.

The black of the lace stood out against the paleness of his idol's skin, wrapping around the smooth canvas that was his thighs. Blue satin draped across the hips. His unbuttoned dress shirt was rumpled, revealing a generous expanse of skin. A black lace eyepatch complemented the ensemble. His eye gazed half-lidded out from the page. Tousled hair framed a relaxed face. Reclining on a bed, Masamune exuded a feeling of having fallen asleep while dressing.

It was more beautiful than anything Kojuurou had set eyes on.

Lately, he had noticed the addition of more improper magazines to Masamue's usual lineup. While he was glad that Masamune was getting more work and recognition, the possibility that the idol's reputation could be tarnished by the media was troubling. But if that were to happen, Kojuurou had utmost confidence that his idol will not be set back by these hindrances. He frowned. It was as if Masamune's agency was pushing for the young man to move into more risqué works.

His gaze returned to the magazine, taking in the details. The pages crinkled under his grip. Kojuurou let go of the magazine and let out a shaky breath.

He moved to the kitchen to prepare dinner. The image of creamy skin and a smoldering gaze remained in his mind. Kojuurou caught himself almost burning his food several times.

It would be difficult to sleep tonight.

:::

The next day, as Kojuurou would discover two hours into his work, would prove to be exceptionally busy, with his phone ringing every so often and office workers coming into his office to drop off documents. At 1:49 in the afternoon, he placed another document in the completed section and massaged his temples with a sigh. A tall stack of completed documents stood on the right edge of his desk, and an equally tall stack of incomplete documents was on his left, waiting to be dealt with. Kojuurou glanced at the clock. The second hand incessantly ticked forward, steadily counting down the amount of time he had to finish his work.

The incomplete stack of documents loomed.

Time for lunch.

He could get someone to deliver and file these documents while he was out. Someone like Magobei. That guy needed to do more work and eat less when he wasn't on break.

Except Magobei wasn't at his desk. "Mago went for lunch twenty minutes ago, Boss." Bunshichirou was at his desk, completing forms on the computer. Kojuurou studied the empty desk disapprovingly. It was messy.

"Tell him to file and deliver the completed documents on my desk when he comes back. I'm taking my lunch break now." Kojuurou cast another glance at the disorderly desk and nodded at Bunshichirou. "Yes sir." Receiving an affirmative, Kojuurou promptly left.

He wanted to stop taking late lunches, but the often heavy workload made it difficult to take lunch breaks anytime near noon.

The sun's glare hit Kojuurou's eyes as he left the office building. It was another sunny day. There was a small line outside the café he frequented, but it was quickly dissipating.

Sitting in his usual spot at one of the outdoor tables, he glanced at his watch. 2:01PM. Late, but he's had later lunches. This time, he had ordered curry rice.

"Yo." A voice sounded to Kojuurou's right. "Mind if I sit down?"

He looked up, and Masamune grinned at him. The idol was wearing a loose long sleeved shirt and jeans.

"Masamune-sama!" Kojuurou nearly dropped his chopsticks. He stood and dipped his head in greeting. "It is an honour to see you again." He forcibly cleared his mind of any thoughts relating to lace or skin.

"No need to be so formal. Katakura-san, right? Don't let me get in the way of your lunch." Masamune plopped down in the opposite seat and grinned. "Just pretend I'm not here or something."

Kojuurou sat down as well. "I would never think of ignoring you, Masamune-sama." His idol's grin turned cheeky, "Even when my agency says fans can't approach me outside work?" Kojuurou bowed his head, "M-Masamune-sama, I apologize for my lack of tact and impudence last day. There is no excuse for the wrong I have committed."

The idol waved his hand. "Whoa. No problem. Don't get yourself stressed out over something like that. I like getting to know my fans, you see?"

Ever since he had first seen Masamune in his debut drama, Kojuurou knew that he had to support the young idol. Now, he knew with utmost conviction that his decision that day was correct. His purpose in life was to follow and support Masamune as much as he was capable of. "Masamune-sama, I thank you for your kindness."

"Like I said, no need to be so formal around me." Masamune raised an eyebrow at the rapidly cooling curry rice on the table. "That any good?"

Kojuurou looked down at his lunch. "…It's decent. I prefer their sandwiches."

"Mind if I try some?" Without waiting for a reply, Masamune pulled the tray over and picked up the spoon.

"Masamune-sama!" Kojuurou watched in astonishment as the young man shoveled a spoonful of curry rice into his mouth.

"Hn, not too bad. Could be better though." The idol returned the tray to Kojuurou's side of the table. "Do you cook?"

Kojuurou's gaze returned to Masamune's face. "Yes. However, I often don't have time to do so."

Masamune brushed a stray hair out of his left eye. "Oh? I should try your cooking some time. It must be good."

Kojuurou was baffled. "How do you determine that, Masamune-sama?"

"You look like a hardworking, serious man. Even though you've got a frown on all the time, you're pretty cool, aren't you?"

Kojuurou frowned. He wasn't sure how cooking related to one's personality traits. "I am not worthy of your praise, Masamune-sama."

The young man's one eye gazed at him, as if trying to pierce into his soul. "Katakura-san-" Somewhere, a phone vibrated. Masamune dug into a pocket and pulled out his phone. A phone strap in the shape of a sword hung from it. The phone vibrated once more. "Gotta go. See you later, Katakura-san." With a wave, he was off.

Kojuurou stared after him. Truly, Masamune was full of surprises. He could not help shake the feeling that meeting the young man again in the very same place was not a coincidence. Something seemed off. Kojuurou turned back to his now cool lunch. He should not be doubting his idol.

He had a sudden urge to bring the spoon home and not wash it.

:::

"I shouldn't even be asking you this, but when will you do it?" Shigezane spun slowly in his chair.

Masamune was lying on his back on Shigezane's bed, staring up at the ceiling. "Probably after the event. It'll be a party."

His cousin sighed. "Do you even know where the guy lives, Bon?"

Masamune lifted an arm and tossed a postcard onto Shigezane's desk. "Fanmail is useful, Shigezane." He rolled onto his right side, facing his cousin. "I already scouted it out. No problem."

Shigezane read the content on the back of the postcard and flipped it over, studying the design on the front. "Why do I always go along with your crazy plans?"

"Because it's always a party, you see?" Masamune grinned.

AN: I don't know. Masamune losing his clean idol image yayyyyyy uh I mean no. What is this nonsense that I wrote. orz. Maybe I should change the part in the fic summary about "salaryman Katakura Kojuurou" into "otariiman Katakura Kojuurou". I feel like I was supposed to convey something in this chapter, but in the end I didn't. Oh well. Time to finish rewatching Season 2 yayyyy.