Right, FORGET translating the previous chapter. I tried it myself on the internet, and it was horrible. I didn't get what the hell it was saying, and I'm the author! So, I wasn't planning to, but I'll do it myself as it seemed so wrong in English it was scary. Just wanted to clear any misunderstanding or doubts in people who DID read those fraud English versions.

So, starting from the A/N in Japanese –

Ha–i! This is the very first, Japanese Samurai Deeper Kyo fanfic! At least, on this website. In order to have many more people view it, I put it up onto the English section. Maybe I should write an English version (A/N Which I am doing, right now). That is, if it grasps any attention from readers. Ah, it's a pretty rubbish oneshot, but please review anyway! The original motive for this fanfic was a selfish, time wasting sort of research/experiment to see if there are actually people who read stuff like this in Japanese. By the way, it's a YukiSasu Shounenai~.

Isn't Yukimura so cool? Sasuke, too! He's so cute!!

Disclaimer: How do you say this in Japanese? Mensekijikou? Well, it's not as though I'm earning money out of this, so it's got nothing to do with me.

Get going! I mean, please read the rest!

Outside the window was a view that never changes.

Trees decorated with light green leaves surround the mansion. A single dirt road runs around them, leading towards the foot of Mt. Kudo. And if you look up, a blue sky that stretches to any horizon.

As though it was the sole meaning of freedom, a sky which broadens without any limitation or boundaries over the earth. As though it was laughing mockingly at those underneath it, as though it was showing off it's vastness to the world.

(…Freedom…?)

A little boy with snow white hair gazed, dazed, out of the only window in the dim, yet not at all small, room, out at the beautiful sky. Just sitting there, with his arms and legs drawn near him.

(Wonder what really is freedom.)

It's not as though he never tasted it. It's just that he doesn't have any memories of consciously accepting it. He knows what the word "Freedom" meant in the vocabulary sense, but couldn't think, and was pondering, of what kind of feeling it would have.

Furthermore, he wasn't even sure if that "Freedom" was a favourable thing.

(That was, clearly, strange.)

What was he talking about? It meant he could do whatever he liked. Without being stopped by anyone, he would do everything as he wished. What part of that was unfavourable?

So he tells himself. The answer should be simple. But he didn't know if it was true or not.

Sasuke was probably free from the moment he was born. He never noticed it, and took what he had for granted. Because although life in the Forest was severe, if you understood the limitations of food supply and noticed the warning signals of approaching danger, it slowly became an easy business. There were plentiful other residents of the woods which they could count as enemies and kill, and since the rest had absolutely nothing to do with the rules and laws the Outside humans created, the whole day could be spent with play, and from morning till night was filled with adventure and the searching for food.

He started thinking that those days may have been his "Freedom" when he joined the Sanada house.

The meal of the day was to be decided by the ones who made it then. If it was Jinpachi and Kamanosuke who went out hunting, the result was almost always Bear soup. On the other hand, if it was Kosuke cooking, they could eat a slightly more normal meal, which itself held a lot less sense of foreboding. However, even if it was rather delicious, there was no more of that "If I caught the prey, then it's mine alone" things for Sasuke. One time, a time when he got hungry before noon, he had been eating some bugs he found around there to relish his hunger. When Yukimura discovered this, he had to face quite a lot of scolding.

"In my house, Sasuke, we eat our meals together," No matter if this was slightly off the point, Yukimura's soft, yet straight forward gaze had Sasuke feeling like he was much smaller. "I especially don't think you should take in a bug you just found crawling around there, when you don't know where it's been."

To Sasuke, who's life in the Forest consisted of him eating anything he could find (which of course included weeds and insects) to survive, Yukimura's concept was a bit hard to understand until some time passed.

It wasn't just the meals. While in Aokigahara, the days of leaping around tree branches seemed to go on endlessly, now, in the Sanada household, he was buried in either studies or missions. The former was specially for the child, and thanks to that Sasuke was even more busier than the other Jyuuyushi. On top of that, he was constantly worrying over the safety of his master. Since he's that kind of person.

"…Really, your life could be in danger, so don't move around so much! I have a lot of things on my mind aready…"

His master was so restless, it was tiresome. If you leave off your eyes from him for a fraction of a second, he'll be in Kyoto, and once he had even secretly travelled off to Kagoshima by himself. Of course, the one who went and dragged him back was Sasuke. A very grumpy, and yet anxious Sasuke.

"Aww, were you worried about me, Sasuke? That's so cute."

"I-Idiot! Everyone was so upset they could have gone mental, because you just go off and suddenly disappear like that!"

"Fufufu…Sasuke, too."

"I said shut up!"

They were very busy days.

But, it seemed that Yukimura himself seriously wanted to deepen his bonds with the boy. And eventually, Sasuke started to feel the same.

(I wonder what Freedom is for Yukimura)

The moment he thought this, he got the idea.

"Well, it'll be with lots of girls all around me, and playing with me, along with a mountain load of Sake!"

(He's mistaking it with Heaven!)

But, it wasn't for his confinement in Mt. Kudo to be lifted. Alright, so he's always flying around the whole country, but realistically speaking, they were always being monitored by a variety of people. Compared to the wish of being released from all that, the above, jokingly bright one seemed so easy, so simple.

(…I have no idea what he's thinking, even now.)

This is about him.

(Then, what is my Freedom?)

He's back at square one. But at that moment, the fusuma door to the room Sasuke was sitting in slid open.

"Sorry, Sasuke. I kept you waiting."

Sasuke gave no reply. Instead, he slowly shifted his eyes from their still gaze up at the sky, and turned them on, intense now, towards Yukimura.

The long, black haired man smiled briefly at the sight of the small figure.

"Well then, let's start."

The golden, cat like eyed boy only nodded his head once. Still not speaking a word, he moved towards Yukimura on his hands and knees. The scene of those little buttocks rising up into the air, waving from side to side as they inched closer towards him, was so incredibly cute to Yukimura.

At the moment Sasuke reached his feet, Yukimura squatted, and, hugging the surprised, small frame, lifted him up into his arms. Holding him tight in a rigid embrace, without a chance of the child escaping, he carried the squirming boy to the depth of the wide room.

"Yukimura, stop it! Let me down, I can walk by myself!"

That high pitched voice sounded like the best of any music to Yukimura's ears. Like a chorus from Heaven.

"Oh? So where was the need to crawl like a little baby just now?"

"Th – That was…"

"Was it calculation? Sasuke."

The next answer doesn't come immediately. Complaints, and words of restraint can be heard no longer. The older man hugged the feather light, fragile body, and let a small smile float up to his face.

"……were, slow."

"? Did you say something?"

"Because you were so slow!"

Yukimura started a bit at the sudden, explosive statement. But the real surprise was right after that.

"You were so slow, I – I started thinking weird stuff."

Ah, I see. Yukimura lets it slide with a up turn on the corner of his lips. Sasuke, was, despite his looks, a rather thoughtful child.

"What kind of things?" He pressures softly, gently, encouraging him.

"……"

"You can tell me, Sasuke. Ne?"

"……What is, Freedom, to you?"

As expected, he thinks up many a difficult questions. It gets a bit tiring, but in no ways uninteresting. It was because they were hard enough for the head of the Sanada, the cunning general that is said to be the only man who Tokugawa Ieyasu himself feared, to answer.

Indeed, they were quite intriguing.

"Mmm, I don't really know,"

When he glanced down, the young boy in his arms was wearing a face that said he knew the answer, and was only waiting for a confirmation. This was also disturbing, because he didn't even know how to reply himself.

"But, Freedom means you can do what you want to do, right? Then my freedom will be to protect you Sanada Jyuuyushi, and whoever stands by my side as brothers of battle. Though I'm trying to do as much as I can to prove that, ahahaha."

The laugh sounded somewhat bitter. Because that Freedom was too big a wish to actually bring to reality.

(Either that, or I'm too small.)

However, it seemed that Sasuke has not noticed this change in his usually mellow master. He has a surprised expression, but it was not the concern he usually shows.

The answer was different to what he had imagined up just minutes before.

"Is that it? That's the same thing you say everyday."

This rather harsh, childish lack of delicacy was filled with simplicity, and a giggle arose from Yukimura.

"What?" He grew steadily annoyed; it was as though he was being laughed at.

"No, I just thought it's exactly as Sasuke says. It's different to my dream, but because I can do this…I mean, if I could do this, I'd be very happy. Since it's my freedom to do so."

And finally, Sasuke noticed.

"Ah…sorry, did I say something that made you uneasy?"

"Nah, it's nothing Sasuke should be concerned about. But, hey, what's all this about?"

"Because…Oi! What've you been doing without me noticing?"

Sasuke's shirt had been coming off during their talk. Against Yukimura's skilled hands, no obstacle stood a chance. The clothes were peeled off one by one, until the writhing body was left with a single pair of underwear left on it. At the same time as he was made half naked from his torso to his hips, the young boy was gently laid against the tatami ground. Even if he tries to get up, a pair of strong arms reached over and pushed him back down, not letting him do just that. The heavier, beautiful man held himself over the small child, and started to trail down the nape of his neck with kisses.

Sasuke paused in his struggles from underneath Yukimura temporary, and drew in his breath. The sensation of the thick, hot tongue sliding over the smooth white skin was that much tempting, and, without thinking, he let out a small voice.

"Nnah…fu…"

Yukimura pressed his lips on that perfect skin, and let a smile float up against the shivering body.

(It'd be so much better if he made more of those cute sounds.)

That was possible. Yukimura let go of Sasuke's shoulders, the boy having stopped his violent resistance for the moment, and dipped his own head closer to the young boy's bare chest. There, nipples stood straight, already hard.

Yukimura took ahold of those tiny, sensitive teats in his mouth in one fluid motion.

And Sasuke's body responded with a jerk, arching up and feeding that hot, big cavern with more of himself. His own mouth opened subconsciously, and a piercing voice let out erotic words through them.

"Ah, yah, yu, Yukimura…Aha, HaAn…"

Sharp, pointed teeth softly bit the smooth, darkening teat.

"Kya,nn…"

Sasuke felt his cheeks redden as he let out such embarrassing noises. He let go of the other man's kimono, and lifted those little hands to press them against his open mouth.

However, those were captured by his master's larger palm, enveloped by them, they were drawn away.

"That's no good, Sasuke. You really have to let your voice out."

"You, demon…"

An angry Sasuke is cute, but I bet a desperate one is much cuter!"

"You…!"

His next words were muffled by a passionate kiss; they died in his throat. For a while, the only sounds heard in the dim room were the sounds of lips sucking at each other and pulling away, right before driving down for the attack again.

"Hah, nnfu…"

Even as he tried to draw breath, it was cut off short again. The two lips fit perfectly with each other.

The hands of the two searched everywhere, feeling the other up. But the kiss never ends. They stroke, and touch, each other's bodies, as though there will be no tomorrow.

Outside, it's still noon. The sun was still high, and the bright light shining down was enough to make the people outside under it squint for better vision of their bearings. However, Yukimura takes no heed of that, and doesn't falter. It was a treatment similar to every night.

"Uaa, no! YaAhan, uuah…"

Sasuke's high pitched cries filled the room.

The sky was moving. In the formerly perfect blue, totally unspoiled colour, a fluffy white cloud now floats over it. The wind pushed it through vigoriously, making the green around the manor wave, too. In a place not too far away from the open window of the shinobi and his master's room, a single camellia flower fell, heavily, from the tree it had been growing on. It rolled into the grass underneath it, pushed very slightly by a breeze. The contrast of the bright, attractive pink and yellow in between browning green was most gallant, and had captured the seasonal sense spot on.

~Pinponpanpo–n~

You may have noticed, but yes, we're trying to drive your attention away from the situation inside the room. We apologize to those who had been reading with anticipation on their every breath, but if it was to be written too descriptively, the author's life will be at stake (A/N: I mean it. If I go any further than this then I think it won't be able to stay on the T section). We ask sincerely for your understanding and restraint. A dialogue will be provided, and besides, isn't there something in reading all that with an image of a lone, beautiful flower in mind?

Use your imagination.

~Panponpinpo–n~

"Yan, hey, Yukimura! Why'd you, stop…"

"Ne, Sasuke…Isn't it a bit of a scam, if you're the only one who's feeling good?"

"…..What are you saying, at this point."

"Yeah. Maybe that's still a bit early for Sasuke. But, there are other things I've requested from you before, right?"

"Wha…..!!"

"Oh, so you do remember. Well then, Sasuke…Pleaaase?"

"No!"

"Alright then. How about we end this as it is for now, then."

Silence.

"I don't want that, either."

"Ahaha, I thought so! Right then, Sasuke–"

He leant forward, and whispered into the blushing boy's ear. His breath tickled the area around it, and Sasuke forced himself not to squirm from discomfort.

"I get it, already! I just have to say it, dammit!"

Another silence of hesitation fell into the atmosphere.

"……Please, take me."

"Hmm. Nope."

"Why not!?"

"I didn't feel anything. And this is a good chance, let's say it all in one go!"

Sasuke bit his bruised lip, before summoning his utmost strength for the speech. "P –please! Take me! Until you've rendered me into a mess, please…"

"And the rest?"

"M – master! Nnnfu!"

His mouth was, once again, corked shut, by another's, dark, warm mouth.

Words that bind him, and tie him down. Words that repulsed Freedom. Why did he utter them, in such a way…?

The kiss was much longer, deeper, than the usual ones. Their tongues tangled with each other's, rubbing against them for the rapid dance. Of their hearts, and their bodies.

When Yukimura broke free of the connection, his face was that of unhappiness.

"I'm sorry. Sasuke."

"……?"

"I won't, definitely, make you say that ever again."

The hidden meaning struck his mind like a bell.

"It's okay."

"It's not okay! There's absolutely no need for you to call to me like that. Whatever relationship we may have!"

Even as a servant, and a general. As brothers of battle, or as lovers.

But, it was because they had relationships like those that led Sasuke to hate Yukimura's hurting expression. He lifted his always smaller, childlike hand upwards, and rested it against Yukimura's cheek.

"Really, it's fine," he said softly, before a playful smirk danced across his features. "It felt good though, right?"

"Sasuke, I…!"

"Hey, Yukimura, quick. I really want you right now…"

He hated the way Yukimura stared at him, helpless, pitying. But, it was the truth when he said he needed Yukimura.

The older showed the slightest of hesitation, before obliging and moving into the young ninja's area of presence.

In one, swift thrust.

"Aahn, gu, aha!"

"Nn, Sasu…tight…"

Words that bind him. A bitter taste remained in his mouth after he spouted them.

"M, more, Yukimuaaah!"

But perhaps, for the sensitive, easy to embarrass Sasuke, there was no other way to let loose his true feelings.

Release comes, as does many other things in this world, in many different shapes and meanings.

The wind blows. The blue moves.

It changes.

…What he wants to do, was to make the person he loved happy.

"Mm…"

"I'm, alright, Yukimura. Ne, more…nn, nya!"

"Ku, u–"

It was to be able to protect the people precious to him.

(How about Freedom…?)

He wants to stay by Yukimura's side, forever. The time they spend together will be infinite, boundless, like the sky.

Freedom is different to dreams and wishes, and it cannot be granted. It is something that is done, because it can be.

Because he had Freedom, he was free to do as he wants.

Don't you dare make fun of it. Don't ever look down upon it. Whoever they may be, all people are free. It's not something others can choose for them, others cannot interfere.

However, even for their own freedom, the contribution of others is of course necessary.

"Yukimura...!!"

The blue sky looked, for an instant, completely white.

Even then, it spreads out wide. Freely, that is.

Haah, finished! I'm so tire~d.

Because I have Freedom, I am free to write these kinds of things! Just kidding~ (Slap.)

…I got hit by some guy who I never even met before. My jokes aren't that bad!! (Cry)

Ah, this fanfic was written for a personal interest /experiment at first. You know, there aren't many Japanese stories on this website, right? So, I'll be really happy if people could read this one too. That is, if there is anybody who will read it. Of course, I wanted to put together bits of my imagination in this as well, so not totally related to experiments and whatnot.

Thank you very much, people who read this! Please review! I just want to know if there really are people who could read it in Japanese. Efforts are also appreciated. Normal comments are also, as usual, welcomed. Yeah, see that button with the green words down there? I don't care if you reply in English, or Japanese, or French or Spanish, as long as you type something I'm happy. Please!

Do you like YukiSasu? Or else, Yaoi? This one was a bit Shota-ish…to tell the truth, I'm not sure if it really is okay to put it in the T section. Well, if something goes wrong, I'll just switch places.

R&R! Pleeaaaase!

The last bit seemed to have a lot more character lines than description. There is that that if I went in any deeper than that, it would be a bit dangerous (I'm really friendly with my life, and I wouldn't want to part with it, thank you), but there's also that I don't use Japanese much myself. So writing is a bit of a weakness there. Things are normally in English for me, despite being fully Japanese. Ehehe. Well, it's like that, so I'll try my best!

THERE! Translation done! I tried to make it as accurate as possible, and it turned out okay, I guess.

Thanks, Xunaly, for trying so hard to decipher the Japanese version. But I've just drove a stake through all that, by giving out a finished one in English. Anyway, your review was very much appreciated, as while I was already working on this one before I read it, it spurred me on knowing that at least one person will be waiting with their silverware at ready for a fresh meal.

…I guess I messed up a bit at the slightly angsty bit. I bet it's a bit, Huh? What happened there? Yukimura didn't even get his feelings straight at the end. Why, just why is it that my fanfics always has to have even a hint of angst when I didn't even plan for it to happen? Probably because I picture the characters in a sadistic way and wants to make it up to them with a bit of human feelings.

I've repeated this quite a few times now throughout the story, but once more for luck – REVIEW!!!

And please check out my other stories if you're interested! If you review as logged in, then I just might have a peek at yours ;)