A/N: I realized something when I was about to write this chapter. The reason why this fanfic is going slowly is because I took too long waiting for my muse. However, after I watched the butai/stage play of Sengoku Basara, I have this huge will to continue this story. I was rewatching my butai sengoku basara collection, so that's how I know about this. But I lost some of the collection because I just changed my laptop recently. SO, please help me find some of the butai.

I'm missing Sengoku Basara 3 Utage, Sengoku Basara 3 Toga Kuruwashi Kizuna, Sengoku Basara 4 Sumeragi, and Sengoku Basara 4 Sumeragi 2

So if any of you know the download link, it'll be very appreciated! Thank you!

Same disclaimers as the previous chapters.

[Chapter 10]

"Well, this is it. The library," announced Ieyasu as they entered the room.

Motochika sniffed the smell of the room and grinned, "No wonder Motonari liked it here! It smells like old books heaven."

"But man, this place really has no good stuff at all, huh?" Masamune said, as he took one book and flipped the pages without even reading it, "Look at it! This book is ancient, man! Who read this kind of book anyway?"

Motochika walked around from aisle to aisle, eyeing every rows of bookshelves that are on the same height as his seeing range. He occasionally coughed from the dust and complained at the dirtyness of the room, while Masamune settled with a random, old book with lots of pictures on its pages.

Ieyasu, however, stopped in front of the mirror and stared at it until he could see the image of Mitsunari. A painful feeling creeped into his heart, but he smiled at Mitsunari while Mitsunari scoffed and nodded at him.

An idea popped inside Ieyasu's head, he called the two of his friends to him and said, "Guys, do you know that there is some kind of rumor of this mirror?"

"What rumor?" Masamune asked, looking intrigued, being a fan of horror stoy.

Ieyasu smiled, "The rumor that said if you stare at this mirror long enough, you'd be able to see... some kind of spirit?"

Motochika snickered, "So, what? Something like bloody mary, maybe?"

"Oh, no. Nothing too scary. It sounded a bit fun, even. They said we can even talk to them."

"Oh, really?" Masamune said sarcastically, "Where did you hear about this said, "rumor" anyway?"

Ieyasu bit his lips, "Mouri-kun," he lied. Mouri and he was not such a good friend to be gossiping about such thing, anyway.

"Motonari did?" Motochika asked, looking enthusiastic at the mention of Mouri's name, "But, damn, why did he tell you and not me?"

Because it's a lie, Ieyasu said to himself.

"Well, if even he said that, then this better be real," Masamune grinned as he dragged a chair and sat where he could stare at the mirror comfortably.

Motochika did the same, while Ieyasu smiled at the mirror, or to Mitsunari, as the other man rolled his eyes and huffed.

Ieyasu eyed Mitsunari as he grabbed his writing utensils and wrote something. When he was done, he showed it to Ieyasu, "What are you planning to do, raccoon?"

Ieyasu smiled mischievously, silently chuckling as Mitsunari put the paper down with what seemed to be a heavy sigh.

The sound of Masamune falling from his chair brought Ieyasu back to earth. He looked down, faking a concerned face as he saw Masamune's terrified face.

Ah, it's starting.

"Motonari... ?" was what Motochika seemed to said in a very quiet voice.

Wait, Mouri?

Ieyasu turned toward Motochika, who seemed puzzled and terrified at the same time. He tapped Motochika's shoulder.

"What do you mean, "Mouri"?" Asked Ieyasu to the stunned Motochika.

Motochika turned to face Ieyasu and opened his mouth to answer,

Crash!

Before he could answer, however, a ball came crashing and breaking the mirror to pieces, surprising the three boys. Ieyasu stared wide eyed at the broken mirror, shocked.

The mirror,

It's broken!

What should I do?

What if...

I can never see Mitsunari again?

What if...

The sound of the sliding door opened in hurry was what awoken the three of them. They turned to the entrance door to see a member of baseball club, bowing to them deeply, as he took the ball and put it aside. The baseball club member hurriedly cleaned the shattered mirror in such a nervous manner that he hurted himself in process.

Finally feeling fully awake, Masamune suggested the baseball club member to go to the infirmary with him and leave the cleaning job to Ieyasu and Motochika. The baseball club member, obviously a timid junior, refused. But through Motochika's friendly encouragement, he finally agreed and excused himself and Masamune as they head towards the infirmary.

Ieyasu and Motochika quickly got into action and collected the shattered mirror carefully in silence. Motochika refused to look into the mirror pieces for too long, while Ieyasu eyed the pieces worriedly.

"I... I saw Motonari in the mirror," said Motochika, finally breaking the silence.

"You saw Mouri?" asked Ieyasu as he collected another piece.

"Man, I'm not kidding! Motonari was wearing some kind of hakama and he was... doing calligraphy? Maybe? I don't know! But he was sitting in some place I don't recognize!"

"What kind of place?" Ieyasu asked, taking the last piece, finally making an eye contact with the white haired man.

"I don't know. Somewhere traditional? Well, anyway, he wasn't home! His house is very modern, you see. Even the one he just moved to!"

Ieyasu eyed him with a glint of amusement, "You've been to his new house?"

Motochika stopped rambling for a second and laughed, "Yup. Last summer. Don't tell him I told you this, though," he coughed, "Anyway! You get my point, right? Last night, he was still at his house, so why in the world would he took a vacation now, when the exam is near?"

"Motochika, how do you even know that he was home last night?" Ieyasu chuckled.

"Skyped," Motochika winked and gave a thumbs up to Ieyasu, who laughed at him, "Well anyway, bro. I gotta go now. I need to call him and made sure that the one I saw was a real ghost and not him."

"Sure, I'll just throw these and be done with it. Say hello to him for me," Ieyasu waved at the running Motochika.

Once Motochika had left and he was alone, Ieyasu scattered the pieces to find the biggest piece he could find to bring home for some "experiment". He took one as big as the palm of his hand, so he can shove it inside his jeans pocket and not be seen by any of his friends. He then resumed cleaning and headed back to the cafetaria to continue with their study.

Mitsunari...

I'm sorry for rambling at the beginning, but I really really really need your help!

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