Ahahaha, thank you for the lovely reviews jam-kchan, Seraphic Dragon, x. Wing .x, and azab! Reviews make me feel all fluffy and warm inside and urge me to keep writing. 8D

I kept procrastinating when it came to this, but now it's four in the morning, I can't sleep, and have nothing better to do. Sadly, I had wanted to use "flimflammed" because it's so fun to say, but the only idea that came to mind I couldn't see Yukimura doing. At least now I have a new life's dream – to see someone fall to their knees, shake their fists at the heavens, and shout out "I'VE BEEN FLIMFLAAAAAAAAMMED!".

I swear, I sometimes wonder if I'm on crack while writing.

F : Furious : full of fury, violent passion, or rage; extremely angry; enraged

"Come on, you old brute," Date Masamune stood face to face with Takeda Shingen, well, not literally, since the general is a considerable size larger than the one-eyed dragon, but he did his best to look intimidating at his inferior height. One could almost see the static forming between their eyes as they both menacingly glared at each other, standing as if they were ready to brawl.

Date had arrived at the Takeda residence full of confidence and certain he wouldn't be turned down. He had stridden into the Tiger of Kai's presence with a composed posture and an air of coolness surrounding him (though it's not like he never has that aura about him anyway). He turned to face the sitting tiger, grinned wildly, and formed an enthusiastic fist in front of his chest as he stated his question, or more of a statement, seeing as he said the words "Sanada Genjirou Yukimura shall be my wife, Takeda Shingen, Tiger of Kai!" There was a dramatic change in facial expression in Date, from absolute delight to a horrid malice, as he was immediately declined.

So here they were now, growling back and forth at each other like dogs over a piece of a steak. "There's no reason for you to be declining my request! Take it as forming a mutual friendship between clans by offering the hand of your beloved daughter… only you'll be handing over your adored puppy dog to me," the dragon nodded his head and crossed his arms as he spoke these words that were an attempt to make the demand seem more appealing.

The general couldn't help but almost laugh at the words spoken to him, "Yukimura's hand isn't one to be given out for marriage like a woman's. I advise you to stand down from your proposition, Date Masamune, before I resort to violence to rid of you."

"I think we should ask Yukimura for his answer before you reside yourself to being ripped to shreds by my swords," he challenged. The sound of the door sliding open only widened the snotty grin across Date's face. "Speak of the devil," he announced before turning towards the spearman that kneeled at the entrance, flinging out his arms as he hurried towards him, "Oh, my Hon—!" Then away he flew, through the wood of the building, across the long, needed to be cut grass, and into a rocky, gray wall where his imprint would be until one decided to cover it up. Shingen stood in front of his young general, dropping his fist that he had raised against the rushing dragon.

Having looked up to view Date's airborne exit, Yukimura lowered his head in respect again," Would I be too intrusive as to ask what Masamune-dono has come to discuss, Oyakata-sama?"

"It's not of your concern, Yuki—," the general was cut off by Date whom was briskly returning from the rubble, looking to have been untouched by any harm. Yukimura couldn't help but inwardly praise his rival for surviving a punch thrown by his master unscathed.

"You're going to be my sexy wife, Yukimura!" he shouted, sliding down to the floor in front of his to-be-bride as he escaped another swing at his face. The younger tiger brought his eyes to Date and laughed, "Don't be ridiculous, Masamune-dono. I'm a man."

Shingen nodded in agreement with Yukimura's statement, scowling at the one-eyed dragon all the while. It was a tense feeling being the center of such conversation. Yukimura could feel a shiver sweep down his spine as Date turned to return the foul expression. To make things utterly worse Date had the guts to mention," That hasn't stopped us before," while licking his lips as they formed a smirk across his face to further taunt the large, angry guardian he wickedly stared at.

There just aren't any words to describe the expression a strong, manly general makes after having suddenly heard that his innocent son-like warrior has partaken in an apparently sexual act initiated by his enemy, especially one who tried so hard to keep the boy's mind preoccupied with fighting. It can be said though that both like-son and the one whose mouth uttered the implication were sent soaring through the sky with great force and a loud roar of rage. Yukimura was the first to rush back, trampling over Date Masamune without a care on his way. "Oyakata-samaaaa!" He jumped into the air and went diving in for a punch. Yukimura was expertly blocked of course, but he stayed in the air long enough to say," If I had known it was upsetting to you, I would have discussed it with you beforehand!"

Once his feet touched the ground it would usually have been Shingen's turn for an attack, but Yukimura continued speaking, pausing the usual rapid fire of attacks. "Well, except, the first… the first time was," he stared at the floor, blushing, and nervously squirmed under the guardian's eyes," was kind of sudden and I didn't really know what was going o—" Another punch to the face sent Yukimura flying once again.

The moral of the story – teach your kids about the birds and the bees… or else they'll end up wife to a deviant, Engrish speaking, war crazy general, but only after you beat up the happy couple a few times. … wait, scratch that, they'll probably marry anyway.

Crack, I say. CRACK.

I always find it hard to write Shingen. The only thing that comes to mind when I think of him is "YUKIMURAAA! –super duper mega falcon punch of manliness-" and the rest of his character just eludes me.