A/N: Thanks a bunch to the following people who reviewed: SpeedDemon01, xiaotakara, PastaLuver13561

Any and all reviews are greatly appreciated! In this chapter, the song "Ode to Bouncer" by Studio Killers (Manhattan Clique Mix) will be featured. Bambi and I would like to reiterate that we do NOT own the characters or the song, and again there will be a note as to when you should play the song. It's not entirely needed, but it helps set the scene.

Chapter 3: Empowered and Aroused

Masamune sat on his couch, idly twiddling his thumbs in order to be doing something. He knew he couldn't do much since Kojuro had just started cooking dinner. Unable to sit still any longer, Masamune turned to face Kojuro in his chair. "Hey, Kojuro, what exactly are you-"

He never got to finish his sentence though as he saw a small bright orange projectile flying towards him. As he ran purely on instincts he ducked below the back of the couch then turned to glare at the stairs, finding a smirking Motochika standing there confidently.

"So you dodged it this time? Glad to see you're getting more aware," Motochika challenged, preparing his nerf gun for another shot.

"You're the one who always lost anyways. Get ready to lose again!" Masamune shouted. He pushed off from the couch jumping to crouch beside it as Motochika fired another shot narrowly missing Masamune in his escape. Masamune pulled up from the side holding the t.v. remote. "Let's go! Wait, wait this isn't right." Masamune crouched again then appeared holding up a blue shoe. "Ha ha! Wait, still not right." He threw the shoe into some new hiding place for it and crouched again, earning an impatient sigh from Motochika.

"Have you lost your gun again, Date?" Motochika asked lazily. Masamune pulled his head up to glare at Motochika, still without a gun.

"It's not lost! I have one eye! Cut a guy some slack!" Masamune cried before looking for his missing gun once again. Motochika almost lost his footing on his step and gave a loud noise of exasperation.

"What?! You've only got one eye? That's the lamest excuse I've ever heard! I only have one eye too, dumbass!" Motochika shouted loading another round.

"I know that! You should know how hard it is to look under this couch with one eye," Masamune grumbled going down further to continue his search. Kojuro sighed from the kitchen.

"If you had bothered to keep this place clean in the first place, it wouldn't be hard to find anything, Masamune-sama," Kojuro scolded.

"Shut up, Kojuro! Aha, Found it! Alright, let's go, Motochika!" Masamune shouted standing from the protection of the couch and firing off multiple shots to Motochika. Motochika let out a curse before quickly bounding his way down the rest of the steps, rolling on the floor to stop on one foot and his knee aiming his gun towards Masamune. Masamune ran out of shots and started running deeper into the living room. Motochika gave a small shout as he shot at Masamune's retreating form.

"Running away already? I thought you'd put up a bit more of a challenge," Motochika teased though all of his shots were missing. Masamune gave a smirk before diving behind the armchair across the room. He fumbled around for a bit before surfacing again with a newly prepared round.

"As if! I've learned to hide ammo everywhere in this apartment! Say you're prayers, bastard!" Masamune laughed as he shot at Motochika. Motochika quickly sprinted around the open space around him leading him to run into the kitchen. Masamune continued to shoot even as Motochika hid behind Kojuro. A single nerf bullet hit Kojuro's cheek and fell into the rice he was cooking. Masamune froze as Kojuro stiffened in anger.

"Masamune-sama, if you wish to have a properly cooked dinner tonight, then I suggest you and Motochika-san find another way to relieve yourself of your boredom," Kojuro snapped quickly. Masamune nodded and threw his gun onto the couch.

"I guess this means there's only one thing we can do now, huh, Motochika?" Masamune asked grinning idiotically at his friend. Motochika returned Masamune's gaze with an equally foolish smile. "To the table!" They both dashed for the kitchen table, a glass table with a very smooth, clean surface. Motochika sat on one side while Masamune sat on the other. They grinned at each other before nodding in agreement.

Masamune grabbed a remote and pressed play. A nearby radio by the staircase started playing a song with a heavy string of dubstep. The duo started connecting their arms in sync with the bass, moving them and rearranging them in a freestyled routine of tutting. The two worked their way around the table until they were side by side. It was then that the true battle started. Grinning wickedly at their respective reflections, the two began connecting their moves together in an unspoken alliance, yet they tried to push each other as far away as possible at the same time. They both continued to move in a creative manner that continued connecting and reassembling movements, pushing and pulling each other while keeping up with the beat of the song. They both worked hard in order to stay on top of the table in their battle for dominance, for whoever was checkmated under the table would be dubbed the loser. The two were only interrupted when a pot of rice was placed on the table, breaking their concentration. The two looked up to see Kojuro glaring at them.

"I had just cleaned the table before cooking. I guess I know what two particularly bored teens will be doing after eating," Kojuro said. Masamune let out an uneasy chuckle.

"You can't be serious, right?" Masamune asked standing to sit properly in his chair.

"I am not one to joke around, Masamune-sama," Kojuro said before turning back to the kitchen to continue setting the table. Masamune groaned and planted his forehead on the glass with a soft thud. "That might not be wise, sir. It'll just be more for you two to clean tonight. And Motochika-san, try not to eat too messily tonight." Kojuro turned with a bright smile carrying plates of sashimi for the three to eat.

"There, it's clean," Masamune sighed, throwing his wet towel on the glass surface. Kojuro grabbed the towel from the table and from Motochika and smiled.

"Excellent. Thank you, Masamune-sama. Now you two are free to do as you wish. I must advise you to choose what you do carefully though, so you don't have to face consequences such as this again," Kojuro said returning to the kitchen to finish cleaning up dinner. Masamune disregarded Kojuro's statement and plopped down on the couch.

"So what do we do now?" Masamune inquired, boredom already overtaking his features. Motochika sat next to him, a hand on his chin in thought.

"I don't know, maybe we should-" Motochika paused at the loud sound of ONE OK ROCK's song No Scared blaring from his pocket. He pulled out his cellphone to see a text message waiting for him. He smiled when he saw it was from Ieyasu. The message read: come to the club now and bring Masamune. yukimura is with me. Motochika closed his phone with a sly smirk. "Let's head down to the club. I think we might meet someone interesting there."

"Someone to battle with? Sounds interesting. Let's go!" Masamune said suddenly hopping from the couch. Motochika eagerly followed behind as they left the apartment.

Not long after, the two teens found themselves in the dark club room surrounded by other dancers. "So is this interesting someone already here or do we have to wait a while like last time?"

"They're already here. See that crowd?" Motochika asked gesturing to a large crowd gathering in the center of the room. There were loud cheers and some "oooohhh!"s to show something amazing had just happened. The crowd was too thick to see through, but Masamune was already grinning madly to himself thinking about the kind of person that could be in that battle. Motochika smirked, "I betcha that's where the magic is happening."

"Alright, this is gonna be one hell of a party. I can just tell. Let's go, Motochika. You're backing me up if I need it," Masamune ordered, pushing his way through the crowd as a large eruption of cheering took place. A winner was just found, and Masamune couldn't wait to see who it was. The song had ended by the time Masamune had found himself in the middle of the crowd. He stopped in place as he took in the person in front of him.

A small boy around his age stood before him, a perplexed look on his face. He had brown hair that was pulled messily into a ponytail, his bangs falling freely in his face. A black tank top covered his chest and was met at his waist by a red headband tied around him. Just below the headband, a red plaid jacket was tied around his waist above his low sagging red pants. Masamune simply narrowed his eye at boy before him.

"Were you the one who just won the last dance battle?" Masamune asked clearly not amused. The boy faltered a bit and didn't answer. Instead he averted his eyes to the ground which only served to anger Masamune. "I asked you a question, but I guess if you're this nervous you couldn't have possibly won." At that the boy looked at Masamune again, his mouth open but no sound came out. He closed it allowing a small flush to cross his face.

"How on Earth did you make it through that crowd that fast?" Motochika asked stumbling beside Masamune. When Masamune didn't say anything, Motochika turned his attention to the boy under Masamune's gaze. "Oh, there you are, Yukimura. You won the last battle didn't you?" Yukimura's face took on that of surprise before he nodded sheepishly. Something clicked in Motochika's head just then as he gave out a loud shout and pointed at Yukimura, "OH! YOU'RE THE GUY THAT DANCED WITH DATE THE OTHER NIGHT!"

"What? Motochika, what are you talking about? I danced with a girl," Masamune said turning his gaze to his friend. Said friend laughed and shook his head.

"No no, my friend. That 'girl' you danced with is that kid there, Sanada Yukimura," Motochika announced once again. With a large grin Motochika strode confidently to Yukimura and put an arm around the red faced boy. He shook him around a bit before showing him off to Masamune. "Look, he's got the ponytail like 'she' did, and even the same eye and hair color. Plus, he's got the rokumonsen necklace to boot. This is your 'girl,' Date." Yukimura's face reddened even more while Masamune's face reddened considerably as well. Some of the people in the crowd listening started to laugh and talk amongst themselves, which resulted in even redder faces.

"You were a guy the whole time?! Why the hell didn't you say anything?!" Masamune shouted. Yukimura flailed his arms about desperately.

"I didn't mean to keep it from you! I-I was just dancing!" Yukimura cried.

"Did you think you'd make a fool of me?! I'm not an idiot you know!" Masamune growled.

"I didn't say that you were an idiot! I didn't mean anything by it!" Yukimura denied.

"Yeah right!" Masamune barked out. He glared at Yukimura, who stiffened under his cold gaze. "I'll believe that in a thousand years when I'm dead. Now, I'm gonna get even. Why don't I just dance battle against you and beat you? I'll own you so badly that you'll look like the biggest fool here. Motochika, get over here and we'll show him a thing or two about real dancing." Motochika removed his arm from Yukimura's shoulder and gave Yukimura a small shrug.

"Sorry, Sanada. I'm helping out Masamune tonight, so it looks like I've gotta dance against you again. You've got Ieyasu here though. I'm sure he can help you out," Motochika said returning to Masamune's side. Masamune narrowed his eye at Motochika.

"Wait, Ieyasu? So Ieyasu knew about this too?" Masamune asked. Motochika smacked the back of his head.

"Of course he didn't, idiot. If I didn't know then Ieyasu didn't know," Motochika said glancing over at Yukimura. He seemed to be in a slight panic, but was a bit more relaxed when Ieyasu appeared at his side. Motochika couldn't help but feel a bit bad for Yukimura, but he could understand Masamune's sentiments.

"Look, Motochika, just dance your best. I know you may have made friends with this kid, but I want to teach him a lesson," Masamune muttered, catching Motochika's attention. Motochika turned to see the intense look on Masamune's face and found he couldn't argue with the teen at all. This was what he needed to do, so he had no other choice in his mind but to help him.

[Cue: Studio Killers – Ode to Bouncer, Manhattan Clique Remix]

Soon, the current song was ending and Yukimura and Ieyasu turned to look at Masamune and Motochika with great confidence. Masamune gave a small laugh at their courage before standing more proudly. A new song started to play, a remix of an English song that had gained some popularity since its release, and Masamune gestured out to the pair allowing them the first move. Yukimura and Ieyasu nodded to each other before assessing the beat of the song. Before long, they held a pretty consistent routine of movements that told a story with the song, gliding across the dance floor with precise steps and fluid control. Yukimura wasn't in a very convincing state of mind to dance, but he tried his best to keep his steps in sync with the song as he shuffled across the floor, his eyes downcast. While he was preoccupied with that, Ieyasu did his best to keep up with Yukimura's pace, mirroring his movements while spicing it up with his own rather crowd-pleasing style. Masamune was careful to watch only Ieyasu, knowing he would be swept up in Yukimura's flawless movements, were he to pay attention to the boy. Occasionally, he would sneak a glance at the brunette and watch how focused and determined he looked as he danced. He frowned a bit though, because he noticed that the boy's eyes were averted, watching his own footsteps and hiding his face just like he did that night…

Soon the two slowed their movements to a stop allowing Masamune and Motochika a turn. Motochika could see a hint of hurt in Yukimura's eyes, but he could just as easily see how fast he hid it with determination… Or was it just the urge to get this dance over with?

"Oi, get your head out of the clouds!" Masamune barked, clapping a hand on his friend's shoulder just as the beat started to speed up again. With just one look, Motochika could tell he was beyond pissed off, as if the flames in his eye made it visible and spiraled around his body like a seething dragon coiling around itself. It definitely wasn't worth trying to calm him down, so as he got himself comfortable with the beat of the song, the white haired teen bent and twisted his arms in intricate patterns in front of him. Masamune mimicked his complex designs and threw in some of his own, poplocking and contorting the song into a visual display of fierce geometric shapes.

Masamune focused his attention on Ieyasu as best he could. He couldn't afford to lose this, his pride was on the line and he damned sure wasn't going to lose to some little trap dancing with his hooded friend. As the events of that night replayed in his mind, Masamune couldn't help but let out a low growl and glared in Yukimura's direction as he started losing control of his senses. Yukimura stared back at him with something that resembled fear in his eyes… No, it wasn't fear - it was awe, admiration maybe?

That tossed Masamune over the edge, and as he felt his pulse in his head sync with that of the beat of the song, he switched up his dance style and his feet started moving much faster and more experienced than he let on in the past. Motochika even stepped back and stared at his partner-in-crime with nothing but shock written on his face.

"D-Date, what the hell?!" Motochika called over the music. Yukimura's mouth fell open slightly in shock as well as Masamune broke into an extraordinary display of freestepping, a style he had also been practicing with Sasuke.

Masamune glanced up and smirked at Yukimura's dumbfounded expression. He saw his hands twitching and could have sworn the boy was bouncing in place, as if restraining himself from dancing with him. He couldn't help but laugh.

"You look a little scared over there!" he called to Yukimura, who tensed up at the taunt. The brunette frowned and glared at the man before him with a rekindled… hatred? No, something else...

Masamune didn't have any time to think on it however as Yukimura forced himself into the center of the dance floor with a raging aura surrounding him. It caused the crowd that gathered to back away and silence themselves, awaiting this dance battle that was getting more interesting by the minute. With reinvigorated energy, Yukimura's feet went from moving steadily to the main beat of the song to riding the current of hidden beats created by the melding of the electronic sounds; weaving and interlocking, gliding across the floor, and spinning taunting circles around Masamune.

To the one-eyed man's surprise, Yukimura's eyes weren't glued to the floor the entire time as they were before. In fact, they seemed to be locked on his at certain points of his dancing, piercing his one steel gray eye with his passionate red-brown ones. Masamune couldn't help but let his smirk grow as he watched the boy dance, remembering exactly why he was so interested in him in the first place. The interest only grew as he watched Yukimura dance in ways he had never seen him dance before. He had only ever seen him shuffle. Sharing his interest was Ieyasu, who stood next to Motochika and watched their two partners go at it as if the world around them didn't exist.

"I've never seen Yukimura c-walk like this before!" Ieyasu admired, crossing his arms over his chest and laughing.

"The kid better be careful, Masamune's lookin' pretty fired up over there. If he keeps this up, I don't think the club will be able to withstand such a close standing battle." Motochika chuckled in response as his hands found their place in his pockets. Ieyasu nodded and watched as Masamune took the last minute of the song as the final round of their dancing. His steps zigzagged and crossed over each other in quick succession, riding out the last of the fast beats before he slowed to a basic step. As his speed receded, he retreated back to his tutting style. His arms moved swiftly to the last few beats of the song as he stepped forward to Yukimura, who stood tall and proud while he panted a little. As the song died down, Masamune trailed his hand up to the rokumonsen necklace around Yukimura's neck and pulled it. The gesture caused the brunette to tense up a little but otherwise he held his ground, his eyes never leaving Masamune's.

"Heh, your eyes look a lot livelier than I remembered, Red," Masamune commented, tilting his head slightly as he looked at the boy. He hadn't thought about it, but this was his first time really looking at him up close; their last encounter having been clouded by dancing and intoxicating music to really pay attention to appearances. He hated to admit it, but this spunky brunette really wasn't half bad looking…

Masamune frowned. 'What am I thinking?'

"Sanada Yukimura," a voice called him back to attention as a hand grabbed his wrist with surprising strength.

Masamune raised an eyebrow, "What was that?"

"My name," Yukimura said, forcing Masamune's hand away from his necklace. As he adjusted it, he reintroduced himself, "Sanada Genjiro Yukimura. Pleased to make your…acquaintance." He said with obvious hesitance in the word. Masamune chuckled for what seemed like a long minute before he looked his new acquaintance in the eye.

"I see… Name's Date Masamune," he returned the gesture with his signature smirk, not missing the slightest change in Yukimura's eyes as he did this, "You're a pretty good dancer, but there's no way I'm gonna lose to you. 'Specially not after you set me up like that the first time we met." He hissed a little with obvious scorn.

Yukimura growled in response, "You are the one who made such bold assumptions! Besides, I—" Before he could say anymore, Ieyasu grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back. Yukimura hadn't realized it, but he and Masamune had been standing pretty close to each other as they argued. 'Things really must have gotten intense. I didn't even notice.'

"Yukimura, calm down, now's not the time to begin arguing," Ieyasu chided. Yukimura looked at him with a firm expression, but calmed slightly when he turned to Masamune. The one-eyed man didn't seem to mind the interruption.

"He's right, because the party's not over yet, Sanada Yukimura." Masamune smirked and looked at Motochika, nodding him over. The white haired teen complied quickly, "Keep this kitten company, I'm making a phone call." Masamune waved a short goodbye before heading to the balcony.

"K-Kitten?! Who is he to mock me like that?" Yukimura hissed and made a move to follow his newfound rival, but Motochika stood in his way.

"Relax, Yukimura," he said, laughing slightly at how fired up he was even after such a hard battle, "You'll have your chance at getting back at him. I think he'll be calling in for a rematch fairly soon."

"A rematch?" The brunette contemplated the thought, a little unsure of how to feel about it. To be honest, he was already nervous about confronting the man he met before on that eventful night, and he was already embarrassed by the turn of events it caused. Was he really willing to face him again after this?

"If you're not feeling up to it, Yukimura, we can head home. It's getting late as it is already, and I may have to leave soon anyway." Ieyasu said to comfort his friend, but was surprised when he was met with a laugh.

"There's no way I'm backing down from a challenge, Ieyasu-dono," Yukimura said as he reached for his cellphone from his pocket, "If he's calling in back-up for a rematch, then I suppose I shall do the same."

A/N: Another quick note, new character designs and scenes will be posted as soon as possible. School will be coming up in two weeks, so updates will be a little few and far between, but we'll try our best to keep up with it!