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ONE


You absolutely hate being prodded awake - especially from a peaceful and deep slumber. Your aunt knew that too, and yet she still did it. Usually she'd be screaming down the house, throwing every excuse out there to make you get out of bed faster (which never works - you knew her too well to believe her bag of bullshit), but it's just one of those days where she just simply wants to annoy you for the heck of it.

She really knew how to make them anger wheels turn!

"GO AWAY!"

Once you opened your eyes, you shut them immediately - it burned! You whimpered from the pain and sat up, realising something rather strange. You weren't in a comfortable bed at all, but rather on choppy, hard ground. "Just where in the world am I? Did she drag me out into the garden again? Crazy woman!" You frowned at the memory as you massaged the skin between your eyes to relieve the ache. "I swear she's actually a four year old stuck in a 30 year old body." Stifling a yawn and just barely able to open your eyes, with one hand cupped over your brows, you adjusted your sight to the bright and unfamiliar surroundings.

Your heart began to pound. That vivid dream you had last night surfaced your memory once you scanned the area, finding nothing familiar.

No! Stop thinking like that, it's impossible!

A bitter, frustrated grunt escaped your trembling lips as you rubbed the sides of your shaken arms. "Ha-ha! Good one, Aunty! Where are you? Your jokes are getting old, now!" You yelled, scanning the eerie forest from left to right to left again. (Eye colour) eyes grew wide with desperation when there was no answer, except the scary noises emitting from the heart of the forest. Of course she would go this far with a childish prank...where the heck am I and where the heck is she? You supported yourself to stand up, and felt something cold beneath your finger tips, making you snatch your hand back to hug your chest and check what that was - desperately hoping it wasn't a bug of any sort!

It was a blade.

That same blade from the museum!

"No way..." cautiously, you reached for the blade with furrowed brows, afraid it was going to grow teeth and bite you. When you managed to lay a finger on it, you felt a little at ease. Just what the heck is going on?

Everything just seemed so blurred, and you still feel as if you could be dreaming.

You stared at the weapon dumbly. You ruffled your hair, frustrated, as you tried to retrace what had happened so far.

Your History teacher planned a field trip to Japan, just to go to a museum. That made no sense.

You find a strange sword unpacked in an open room. That made no sense.

You woke up in a dark room and was held at sword-point for trespassing. That made no sense.

You came face to face with the eye-patch warlord guy you heard about in class, a historical figure centuries old! That made no sense.

Now you're sitting in the middle of nowhere, unable to decipher if its all just in your head, or that it might have actually happened! NOTHING MADE SENSE!

You looked around in desperation, trying to find something or someone to save your sanity.

"Is anyone there!?" You called, praying someone would hear you. "AUNTY? SHARN? For crying out loud, MS. ADAMS!?" there was no answer.

You had a bit of doubt, praying that there wasn't a serial killer about. The thought of it made you shake in fear. Then the thought of being kidnapped crossed your mind, and your heart beat quickened and that bottom lip of yours began to tremble again. Then the thought of a bear or wolf...or any other carnivore out there will hunt you down and eat you! (a/n: that's my biggest fear...being eaten alive. What's yours?)

"H-h-hello?! A-anyone there?"

A hot streak of tears slipped down your flushed cheeks. You hated crying. You remembered clearly that you made a promise to yourself that crying was a HUGE no-no...but you're only human. No one has control over these things, and you hated it. Your eyes started to burn from these long forgotten tears. "Anyone?" Your voice became raspy and stuck in the back of your throat - it hurt.

SNAP!

Your heart stopped for what felt like forever, and the first thing you did was snatch the cold, rugged weapon from behind you and, shakily, used it to defend yourself from this strange clothed stranger before you. Your shoulders raised and dropped in a rushed pace, and your (eye colour) eyes widened with shock, surprise and fear.

"Whoa, easy! I'm just answering your call, is all. See, I'm here! I heard you" you never let your shaking arms drop as the stranger held his arms up to show he was of no threat.

"Who-who-wh-who-who-"

"Am I?"

"..." He raised a very curious brow at the look on your face, finding it difficult to pinpoint one single emotion you gave. They changed too quickly for him to read, having him smirk slightly, to which you grew agitated at. He lowered his hands, but was forced to take a step back when you jabbed the weapon forward a little as a warning. He frowned deeply and tucked his hands into his pockets, shifting his weight onto one leg.

"Relax. I'm not going to hurt you..." You didn't buy it because of the amused smirk on his face. He untucked his hands and showed that he held no threat yet again, but you refused to lower the weapon.

"Are you okay?" You stared in disbelief. He asked if you were okay?

"DO I LOOK OKAY TO YOU? I'M LOSING MY MIND!" That came out as more of a desperate squeal than a growl. He had to shove his fingers into his ears because of it.

"Yare, yare...keep your voice down" He sighed, scowling at you.

You were trying to figure out how this guy appeared before you without a sound, except for that single snap of twig he must have stood on when he popped up. A normal human would have appeared from behind a tree or you would have seen him walking from afar - not this guy. He was only a metre away from you, and appeared at the snap of a finger!

"I found you laying in a heap over there, thinking you were dead. I had to be sure, and used that" he point off not too far from the both of you. You hesitantly glanced off to the side and raised a questioning brow. A stick? He was the one who woke you...by poking you with a stick? Rude! "Obviously you're not as dead as I thought" his laid-back attitude made you furious.

"WH-WHO ARE YOU!?"

"For goodness sake, woman...calm down and stop squealing" he scowled again and fiddled with his ear. You frowned, mostly at yourself for squealing like an idiot - you never acted this way! You even cleared your throat to rid of the nervousness that grew at the back of it, though you held yourself back from apologising and glared at him, waiting for an answer.

"Excuse me for being rude. I am Sarutobi Sasuke of the Sanada Ten Braves, serving the Takeda Clan of Kai." It just sounded like gibberish to you.

Saru-what? What the heck is a Ten Brave? What's a Take...kai thing?

"I take it that you have a pretty short attention span?"

With a blink of an eye, your hands were emptied. The blade no longer resided in your hands, but in his. He studied it curiously and played with the red ribbon tied at the hilt.

"Hey!" You were glad that your voice was back to normal, but the fact that this guy was holding your sword at your neck made you almost pee yourself. Suddenly a vivid image of a one-eyed captain crossed your mind, scaring you. Deja Vu, alright. He held a very deadpan expression when he studied your shocked look.

"Well? Are you going to introduce yourself, or are you just going to continue being rude?" he flipped the sword to hand it back to you. You were speechless. You looked at him with uncertainty - but he held an assuring smile to which made you relax a bit. "I told you. I'm not going to hurt you" it was a promise.

You pursed your trembling lips tightly together and clasped the hilt of the sword and took it back.

"(first name). M-my name is (First name, last name)." He raised a very surprised brow, unfamiliar with your name combination. It wasn't Japanese at all, neither were your looks.

"You're not from here, are you?"

"Where is here?" You grew a little impatient, desperate for answers on your whereabouts. Sasuke scratched his cheek and examined your entire being, making you shift in your sit uncomfortably. It made you wonder if the guy was a pervert with the way he was looking at your chest area, "Can you not!" You snapped, bringing your arms up to cover your already covered chest. The guy looked elsewhere to hide the slight pink tinge on his cheeks - but you noticed it. You decided that the guy was a pervert.

"Right now, we're on the borders of the Land of Kai. And-" suddenly he went silent. You sat there, waiting for him to continue...he spoke no further. "Well-?" He slammed a hand over your mouth as you yelped a little out of surprise from the sudden contact, wondering what was going on.

"Don't make a sound" he whispered into your ear and looked around. You nodded continuously after he gave you a warning look. What felt like five minutes later, you heard a pack of hooves off in the distance and he let you go with a sigh of relief. "Well, the young master has returned. I thought it was something else...your squealing damaged my ears for a wee moment" he smirked at the annoyed expression on your face.

"I'm going to pretend you didn't say tha- what the?" In a quick, swift movement, you were in his arms, bridal style. It is confirmed - the guy's a pervert!

"Oi! Put me down!" You demanded, squirming in his arms. He found it hard trying to control you - "Sit still! It's faster if I carry you-Oof!"

You managed an uppercut (by chance), making him stumble back a bit.

"Carry me where, huh? Lemme go!" You still persisted. He gritted his teeth out of frustration and held a more firmer grip on you, making you resist more...yet you felt, somewhat, safe.

"Unless you want to stay here alone and die, that's completely up to you" he stared into your eyes, making you shrink your head back into your shoulders. You didn't think about that, did you? "That doesn't sound very nice" you muttered. It brought a surprised smile to his lips as you finally, yet hesitantly allowed him to carry you.

"Wh-where are we-GOING!?" you squealed again as he suddenly took off with incredible and unreal speed...like a damn rollercoaster ride!

"WAIT, SLOW DOWN! I'M GONNA DIE, I'M GONNA DIE, I'M GONNA DIE - OHMYLIIIIIIIFE!" suddenly he stopped and set your shaken form down as he shook his head and fiddled with his ears again. Your hair was here, there, everywhere and your heart was racing. Anymore sudden surprises, you might actually die from fright.

"Woman, seriously!?" He snapped with grit teeth, glaring at you. You shot a very unimpressed scowl at him and attempted to throw a punch his way, but he caught it - you blamed your slowness on your unstable balance. "Y-y-you mother...motherfucker!" You growled, as your hand trembled in his, and threw another one to which he dodged with ease, your weapon long forgotten on the ground beside you. "Stand still!" you demanded, throwing another one, to which was halted by an unfamiliar arm clad in red.

"Sasuke-dono, are you okay?" The newcomer twisted your arm behind your back and pushed you to the ground with brute force to which shocked you completely. You didn't even know you were on the ground for a moment.

"Ah! Young master, you really didn't have to do-"

"What clan do you come from?"

"Wha-?"

"Young master-"

"Answer me, spy"

"SPY?" you shot a confused look at Sasuke who shrugged. "He doesn't usually act so rash...unless one of his own is in any sort of danger" on the inside you praised yourself for being some kind of threat at least, but being accused of being the cause of danger made you upset. The crazy lunatic staring at you with mirth was the one who put you in danger!

"He's the one at fault here-" chop.

Sasuke was shocked and you were...well, knocked out. "We will interrogate her further when she wakes up" he stated and stood. He looked at Sasuke who just stared wide eyed at him.

"Where did you find this spy? She seemed to be putting up a good fight against you" He asked. Sasuke face palmed himself, shaking his head to which the red-clothed man furrowed his brows uncertain.

"You just knocked out an innocent woman, young master" the man was now puzzled. "What do you mean?"

"She is lost. I brought her here to meet with Takeda-sama. She was just shaken by the trip here, thats why she acted as she did...speaking of the devil"

The young man gasped in utter shock, mistaking their conflict for a match to the death, after seeing the weapon on sight.

"YUKIMURAAAAA!"


END!

I just want to say thank you to my reviewers! I hope that as I continue to write this story (I hope to the end!) it will not disappoint you! I know the ending is a bit sloppy and most definitely OOC for Yukimura, but I will improve! Constructive criticism is appreciated as well. I'm not a strong writer either, so please excuse my grammatical, punctual and spelling errors!

Thanks for reading! See you in the next chapter! :)