(A/N:) Thanks a bunch for all the wonderful reviews guys! Bambi and I really appreciate them, and they definitely help us to keep this story going. I really apologize this chapter is so late. School started for us on the 4th, and since then we've been swamped with a lot of work. Nevertheless, we did our best to make sure this chapter would be really enjoyable for you guys!

I wanna make a note that I'm still adding more and more goodies to the blog (cashewsand-basara at tumblr) and I recently added a scene and a few references! Be sure to check them out. Soon I'll be posting videos to the blog that show the different styles of dancing everyone does, as well as make playlists featuring songs Bambi and I think would suit each character in this time period. :)

Speaking of songs, this chapter features a dubstep song called Bonfire, by Knife Party. I realize not everyone may like the music used in this story, but to those that still read it despite that, you all are really amazing people. Hope you all enjoy the story, and again, thanks for all the wonderful reviews!

Chapter Four: Lovers are to Bonds as Friends are to...

There were quite a few things Sasuke wasn't good at. Some of these things he just couldn't control, while others were because of his go-with-the-flow kind of attitude. One of these things was his horrible sense of direction. Unless he had been to a certain destination once before and explored it thoroughly enough, he would never know how to get there. He got lost so often that he wound up blaming his go-with-the-flow attitude on it. Why bother fighting a bad sense of direction and getting frustrated when you can just suck it up and go exploring?

He sighed and looked at the time on his phone. As he did so, the train finally came roaring to the station. Once the doors opened, people came pouring out and dispersing in all directions while others were shoving themselves onto the train all the same. Sasuke managed to slip in just before the doors closed and he stood patiently as the train lurched forward on its run. He missed the stop he was supposed to get off of to meet Yukimura at the club, so he knew he would get there later than the poor guy asked him to. Sasuke frowned. It sounded like it was pretty important too.

That was another thing Sasuke was horrible at; saying no to Yukimura. He scratched the side of his cheek as he recalled the young brunette's loud voice over the phone.

"Sasuke!" he had said, "Please, I need your assistance here at the club! I've run into my rival here and we tied during a battle. I thought he would have let it go, but it seems he's calling for help for a rematch. Ieyasu-dono has to leave soon, so you're the only one I can rely on. Please?"

Upon recalling his friend's irresistible pleas for help, Sasuke grimaced. He really didn't want to change out of his house clothes and take a half hour train ride to the club for one battle – especially not one against that bastard who saw Yukimura in such a perverse light – but Yukimura just had that power over him sometimes. He was like a little brother to Sasuke; one he felt the need to protect and beat upside the head if he ever got himself into any stupid situations.

The boy adjusted his headband as he entered the club, easily slipping past the drunken customers and horrible karaoke singers to the stairway to the dance floor. He greeted the guard with a short wave, then bounded up the steps to where the real mess was about to unfold. With forest green eyes he scanned across the sea of people for Yukimura and managed to find him in the middle of a small crowd. He squeezed through said crowd with ease and tapped the boy on the shoulder.

"Hey there, Danna," he waved, "Sorry I'm late, I mi—"

"Sasuke, you did make it!" Yukimura beamed, completely disregarding Sasuke's excuse. He gestured to Masamune, who looked extremely impatient and restless, "This is Date Masamune-dono, our competition. The man beside him is Motochika-dono, a friend of mine I made the other night." Motochika nodded a hello, in which Sasuke returned in silence.

"Is this who we're battling against?" Sasuke asked, his eyes not leaving Motochika. Yukimura shook his head.

"No, Masamune-dono's partner hasn't arri—"

"Ah, took ya long enough, Kojuro!" Masamune called over his rival's shoulder. Yukimura tensed up in anticipation and turned around to meet the eyes of an older man, his dark brown eyes merely glancing in his direction before they returned to Masamune.

"I apologize for taking so long, though in my defense you rarely ever feel the need to call me here," Kojuro sighed. He greeted Motochika, who nodded in return. Yukimura noticed that the white haired teen seemed really distracted, his eyes occupied by his phone every few minutes or so. He paid it no mind and instead went to introduce himself.

"You are Masamune-dono's dance partner, I'm assuming?" He inquired to Kojuro. The man nodded, finally acknowledging him in full, "I am Sanada Yukimura, your opponent for this challenge. It's a pleasure to meet you." He bowed slightly out of respect, in which Kojuro's stoic expression softened a bit in appreciation.

"I'm Sarutobi Sasuke, this kid's dance partner," the lighter brunette chimed in. Kojuro nodded and looked at Masamune, who seemed even more impatient than before.

"You sure you want to do this, Masamune-sama?" Kojuro crossed his arms as he looked at the furious teen before him. It hadn't come to mind before, but he never really heard much of what happened when he and Motochika came home from the club that night. To see that this polite and rather small teen could make Masamune so furious was rather intriguing; especially in a crowded place like this where there was a higher chance of anybody else rubbing him the wrong way.

Masamune snarled and waited impatiently for the current song to end so their rematch could begin. He glanced at Kojuro with an intimidating spark in his eye, "Had no choice. My pride is on the line here, Kojuro. There's no way in hell I'm losing to this kid."

"I-I told you I didn't mean anything by it!" Yukimura whined, a nagging feeling in his chest weighing down on him again.

"Like hell I'm gonna believe that!" Masamune scoffed, "Either way, I'm not a fan of ties, so you're dancing this rematch battle whether you like it or not!"

[Cue: Bonfire – Knife Party]

Yukimura glared at Masamune as sparks of electrifying tension rose between them. Sasuke watched as the brunette clenched and unclenched his fists as if deciding whether or not to clock him right in the face and he couldn't help but laugh a little. He readjusted his headband and clapped a hand on Yukimura's shoulder as the new song began, "Calm down, Danna, I'm sure this match'll be decided really easily." He smirked in Masamune's direction, causing even more tension to build between the four as the dance floor cleared. Motochika and Ieyasu stood off to the side where they had a good view of both of their friends. They glanced at each other, then turned their heads to the match in anticipation. Sasuke pulled Yukimura back and gestured to the open space before them, "Ladies first."

Masamune just about lost it then and it took Kojuro having to hold him back by the shoulder to keep the dragon from pouncing on Sasuke. With a harsh shove, Kojuro managed to snap him out of his rage (but only for a second as the glare was shot at him instead).

"Focus!" he ordered the teen, amazed at his anger but annoyed with it as well. Masamune gave a small 'tch' before losing himself in the merciless bass. His body moved differently from his fluid and controlled movements in the previous dance. He wasn't freestepping as much and instead his body seemed untamed; rigid and intimidating as it hit the powerful bass kicks. Yukimura watched in amazement and cold fury as Masamune incorporated his near flawless poplocking talents with his freestepping. Kojuro complemented the boy's talents as well with his own similar style, though it wasn't nearly as intimidating as Masamune's.

As the bass reverberated through his entire body, the one-eyed teen channeled the raw energy of the song and mixed it with his own intoxicated emotions and adrenaline. The sheer fluidity of his movements and the intense fire in his eye almost gave the impression of an actual dragon possessing his very being. Intimidation took over not just the crowd, but Masamune himself. Where did this fire come from? More importantly, why is it only now of all times that he felt so inspired and alive? That pony-tailed bastard; it's his fault. Something about him – possibly even his existence in general – ticked him off in ways Masamune didn't even know were possible. It disgusted him, but at the same time it intrigued him. His senses were heightened and he was now aware of the fact that, without a doubt, he was dancing to impress.

Once the bass kicked up again for the last half of his turn, Masamune ran his fingers over the brim of his hat and smoothly pulled it from his head as he bowed, mockery poisoning his smirk. He stood up straight and retraced the golden brim symbolizing a crescent moon, then stepped back allowing Yukimura to drown in the high tension and fierce competition. No matter what feelings were brewing inside of him, Masamune was more than determined not to lose this battle. Whether it was to impress or to pummel the hell out of the little bastard, he decided to let his dancing do the talking.

"You look a little scared over there, Sanada," He called across the dance floor to Yukimura. The brunette was dazed, his brown eyes clouded in an unreadable emotion. Masamune wasn't sure what the hell was wrong with the kid, but the look in his eyes taunted him and made something in his stomach twist into a knot.

"Masamune-sama, don't taunt the boy," Kojuro warned, the concern finally showing in his face. He'd never seen Masamune so riled up. If these taunts continued anymore, who knows what would happen? If anything, Toshiie and Matsu wouldn't be welcoming them back into the club for a really long time…

"Liven up a bit, Kojuro!" Masamune barked, then turned his gaze back to Yukimura and Sasuke. He smirked with a wild look clouding his blue-grey eye, "Show me what you got, little lotus flower!"

Sasuke watched as Yukimura wasted no time filling in the wide open dance floor with his quick glides, isolating every single beat and backbeat of the song. He easily fell in step with Yukimura, assessing how he was going to begin dancing. He kept his eyes on his brunette friend, watching as he silently bounced in place to the main beat. This was his usual practice, an old habit he picked up from jumping rope in Master Shingen's arena. The boy's eyes focused on the dragon standing before him, completely dismissing his dance partner. Sasuke couldn't help but smirk inwardly. They had really similar habits, he and Masamune, and homing in on his prey was one of them.

Yukimura slowly but surely began picking up his pace while he c-walked in circles around the dance floor. He averted his eyes to his feet, losing himself in his own little world now. His varied V-steps and smooth footwork accented the reggae-like swing of the song, and coupled with his distracted gaze the whole routine seemed to give off a surreal magic. Sasuke followed suit and shadowed his footsteps, copying his every move a few beats behind but in a way that just built upon the magic Yukimura displayed. Masamune kept his eyes locked on his opponents, half enchanted by their display and half enraged at their fast footwork.

Although Yukimura wasn't one to play favorites as far as music went, he knew he really liked intense dubstep. When the bass kicked up again he wasted no time at all in kicking up his own flames, his feet weaving in and out and around themselves in blindingly fast succession. His eyes never left his red and black checkered shoes, as it helped him concentrate on maintaining his inhuman speed along with making sure he didn't trip up. The flashing floor tiles of the dance floor were a bit eyes straining, but he easily got used to it. When he found a decent rhythm to his steps, he looked up and immediately shot a challenging glare at Masamune. He caught the slight shiver in the man's shoulders and smirked inwardly, his rebellious fire burning in the pit of his stomach and spreading throughout his entire body. He and Sasuke riddled the dance floor with incomprehensibly fast steps and eased their way into a shuffle, the heavy waves of the bass vibrating through their stomps. Yukimura reveled in the crowd's immense cheers and taunts. He caught a glimpse of a few of the people in the crowd taunting him to up his ante and his devilish side began to show. Sasuke knew this side pretty well and he was always really amused when it would be brought to light.

As the pony-tailed boy pleased the crowd (and consequently plucked at Masamune's nerves), he effortlessly untied the red sash tied at his waist. Upon catching the red cloth in his hands, he slowed his steps and stopped a foot or so away from Masamune. The lights that danced to the rhythm and hype of the club played to Yukimura's taunt well, as they casted a menacing red glare in his bright brown eyes. He wrapped the headband around both of his hands and pulled, tightening the cloth in his grasp. He smirked.

"I'm more amused than scared, One-Eyed Dragon," Yukimura purred, a condescending yet smug tone riddling his otherwise neutral words. In a swift motion, the red cloth in his hands unraveled and was tied securely over Yukimura's forehead. The long tendrils of red cascaded down his back and swayed with his pony-tail as he returned to Sasuke's side on the dance floor.

Masamune growled and stormed after Yukimura, the taunt obviously doing a number on his temper, "Amused, huh? How about I punch that smug grin off your face for ya?!" He raised his arm to swing at Yukimura but was stopped as Sasuke and Kojuro pulled the two apart. The crowd roared with dirty taunts and shouts, different sections taking sides with the tiger and the dragon. Motochika sighed and helped Ieyasu in calming the crowd down before they made it any worse.

"Kojuro, what the hell are you doing?" Masamune hissed as he was dragged back down the stairs of the club. He craned his neck to glare at Yukimura who in turn glared back while Sasuke held him from following. Kojuro slapped the teen in the back of the head and urged him outside into the cold night.

"We can't afford for you to go damaging any property or killing anybody," Kojuro sighed, his words laced with sarcasm (although part of him was very serious, as always). Masamune scoffed.

"The brat started it!"

"That doesn't give you the right to finish it!" Kojuro seethed between clenched teeth. His cold brown eyes cut deep into the steel of Masamune's eye, and after a tense moment of silence the teen finally gave in. Kojuro drew in the cold air as he crossed his arms and turned towards the front door, "I'll leave you here to wait for Motochika-san. I have a few things to do before I head back to the apartment, so feel free to pick up something on the way back to eat. Whatever you do, don't do anything stupid, especially not anything involving Sanada-sama." He took one last look at Masamune before heading down the sidewalk, "I will say, though, he is a rather formidable rival. You made a good choice," was the last thing Masamune heard before his caretaker turned the corner.

It took a while, but Masamune allowed himself back inside the club, this time waiting around the bar area. He seated himself in a booth in a quieter corner of the establishment and stared at the people passing by on the streets through the tinted window. He sighed irritably and slumped in his seat.

"This is embarrassing," he snarled under his breath and slapped a hand to his face. He had half a mind to march back up the stairs and finish what he started with Yukimura, but he respected Kojuro and his wishes. Most of the time…

"What's embarrassing?" A rather chipper voice broke the dragon's train of thought. Masamune cringed and peeked through his fingers to see a boy his age wearing a (highly modified) bartending uniform. His hair was a mess of dark brown pulled into a high ponytail that flowed widely down his back, a couple feathers decorating the base of it. He smiled warmly and sat opposite of Masamune, though the teen didn't seem to feel very welcoming towards him.

"Why the hell are you here, circus boy?" Masamune hissed, glaring at the boy.

"Whaddya mean? I work here, of course!" The uninvited guest laughed. Masamune was not amused on a number of levels.

"That's a load of bull, Keiji; you don't get paid to work here!"

"Details, details…" Keiji waved his hand and relaxed in his seat as he got comfortable. A gentle song started playing throughout the bar and a smile played his lips, "Lighten up, Date-san. What's gotten you down? I haven't seen you this… flustered." The tense pause made it obvious that he was having trouble trying to find nice words.

"It's none of your business," Masamune sighed and fixed his eyes back on the window. Keiji tilted his head and kept his eyes on his company. Finding it hard to ignore his prying stare, Masamune sighed again, "I just got in a bit of trouble and I'm trying to cool down."

Keiji chuckled and nodded, "Alright then, I won't pry. Hey, listen, so you know how Toshi and Matsu-neechan hold events here about every month or so, right?"

"Yeah, obviously. I come all the time," Masamune smirked. The Maeda family owned the club he frequented, and while he and Keiji weren't on the best of terms, he really did appreciate some of the special perks he got just by talking to the guy. Usually Keiji would invite him to help set up these events and in turn would get special access. The only downside was the work that came with that little bit of treasure. The thought made the dragon frown and he propped his head on the base of his palm, "What do you want me to do this time?"

Keiji smirked inwardly, "You're pretty sharp, Date-san. Tomorrow morning I'll be painting murals to not only decorate for the event but to renovate the club in general. I was wondering if you would be interested in helping me in exchange for discounted tickets."

"Does your brother know you do this?" Masamune couldn't help but ask. Keiji laughed nervously and scratched the back of his head, "Well, not really but either way you seem to provide good business when you and your friends come by."

Masamune blinked, "You mean Chosokabe and me?"

"Well, yeah, but it's not just you two. Your other friends attract a lot of attention as well."

"Other…friends?" The one-eyed teen glared at Keiji, not sure who exactly he was referring to.

"I thought Ieyasu and Yukimura-kun were other good friends of yo—"

Masamune's fist found itself clocking Keiji in the face, "That little bastard ain't a friend of mine, you see? He's… pretty far from it." He relaxed back into his seat and crossed his arms. Although what he said wasn't completely untrue, he couldn't help but feel like it was a little wrong to say. Yukimura was his newly dubbed rival after all, right? That made him a bit more than a stranger, but less than a friend, right? "What… is he to me?"

"Pardon?" Keiji frowned as he rubbed his cheek and looked at Masamune curiously. The man sat dumbfounded in his seat, slouching slightly and his hands opening and closing as if to grasp on a thought that was out of reach. His steel grey eye focused on his palms as his eyebrows furrowed. Keiji blinked and tilted his head to observe the strange man, "You okay?"

"I mean, it's not like we've known each other for a long time… And he pisses me off like nothing has ever pissed me off before," Masamune clenched his jaw and balled his hands into fists, seemingly ignoring Keiji's presence, "But I don't know if it's hate anymore. Is it hate? Admiration? Nah, that's a load of bullshit… Well, no, maybe not."

"D-Date-san."

"But he just… He has this high amount of energy in him, like a hyperactive kitten. I don't even like cats."

"Date-san…"

"Hmm… He's like a fire. Sparked by lightning," Masamune chuckled, "Burning up!"

"Date-san, are you even listening to me?" Keiji had to suppress his laughter in fear of getting punched again, but Masamune still seemed preoccupied by his running thoughts, "Well while you're debating on what Yukimura-kun is to you, I guess I'll get back to work then." With a final glance in Masamune's direction, Keiji slid out of the booth and headed to the tables to continue his work. Just as he passed the staircase to the dance floor, Yukimura came flying clumsily down the stairs with an irritated Sasuke hot on his trail.

"What were you thinking, Danna?! Do you know how much trouble you would have been in?" The boy in the headband hissed as he pulled Yukimura back on his feet by his arm, "Think about what Master Shingen would've done if you ended up damaging anything, much less hurting somebody!"

"I… I didn't think about that," Yukimura muttered, ashamed of himself now that he was forced to think over his actions. Unable to focus on his tasks, Keiji took a detour to his fellow ponytailed friend.

"Something wrong, Yukimura-kun?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. Yukimura shook his head, as did Sasuke.

"It's nothing, Maeda-dono. Just a little bit of a… conflict," The brunette smiled reassuringly and turned back to Sasuke, "I apologize for my recklessness, Sasuke! I'll be sure to control myself next time, I promise!"

With a satisfied nod, Sasuke turned on his heel and headed for the door, "We better head home now before the trains close."

"R-Right!" Yukimura straightened his posture and turned to Keiji, "See you later, Mae-…" A loud thump and a shaking table caught Yukimura's attention, and he curiously leaned over to look past the tall brunette in front of him. He tensed up a little when he saw Masamune curled up under the table hiding in the shadows as if no one could see him. Yukimura smiled inwardly and straightened again, returning his eyes to Keiji (who was smiling to himself as well), "Ah, sorry. See you later, Maeda-dono!" Yukimura smiled quickly, then ran after his retreating friend. Keiji laughed and waved as he left, then turned around to see Masamune still hiding under the table. A smirk found itself upon his face and Keiji started thinking.

'It's obvious these two have something going on between them,' he thought to himself, 'And after tonight, now I'm really curious to see how these two love birds will interact with each other…'

"Well hey, if it isn't Keiji!" Ieyasu called as he made his way down from the dance floor. Motochika followed after him, distracted by his phone.

"Hey there, Ieyasu," Keiji waved, "You just missed Yukimura-kun. He and Sasuke had to catch the trains before they stopped running."

"I figured as much… Hey, have you seen Masamune anywhere?" Ieyasu glanced around the bar cautiously as he spoke. Motochika looked around too, locking his phone and returning it to his pocket as he walked around.

"Hey, son of a bitch!" He called, a sigh following after as his patience wore thin. After not seeing Date anywhere for a while, he let out a curse and walked around the room to search for him. He turned back to face Keiji. "He didn't already leave did he? I swear, that bast-ah!" Motochika let out a short yelp as a strong hand clawed and grasped his leg. He looked down to see Masamune harshly glaring up at him, some sort of fiendish aura emanating from him.

"Is he gone yet?" Masamune asked, half whispering, half growling. The white haired teen was confused at first but then caught on that he was asking about Yukimura.

"Yeah, he left before I even got downstairs," He said as he tried shaking Masamune's hand off his leg. "Get a grip already!"

"Sorry," Masamune grimaced, releasing Motochika's leg. He stood and dusted off his clothes nervously looking around. Noticing that Sasuke and Yukimura were nowhere to be found, he relaxed a bit. "So what's the plan now? Kojuro's out running errands, so we gotta get food somewhere."

Motochika warily glanced back at Ieyasu and Keiji and found them talking already. He looked back at Masamune distractedly. "Why don't you go home without me? I kinda wanna talk to Ieyasu a bit more," Motochika started.

"What? No way am I going home alone. You can talk to him later or even text him. Come on, let's go," Masamune ordered grabbing his friend's arm to pull him towards the door. Motochika shook him off.

"I'm not going home! I'm gonna talk to Ieyasu!" Motochika growled taking out the keys to his motorcycle. He threw them at Masamune's face. "Just drive home for all I care! Just get out of here already!"

Masamune rubbed his face where the keys hit, but held the keys warily. He couldn't help the elated smile that spread on his face. "You're seriously letting me drive your bike home?! Wait…. You're seriously letting my drive your bike home…. What are you planning?" He asked, his giddy mood suddenly one of apprehension.

"Nothing, I just don't wanna see your ugly mug for a while. Now I don't care where you go with it, just get away from me so I can go talk to Ieyasu," Motochika huffed impatiently. Masamune allowed another large grin to take over his face before nodding eagerly. Motochika watched amusedly as he all but ran out the door. He gave a small chuckle before returning to the bar where Ieyasu was talking to Keiji, who had finally gotten back to work. "Alright, I'm back and ready to plan things out. It was a lot tougher getting rid of Masamune than I had planned."

"You let him take your motorcycle home right? Isn't that a bit risky since the last trains are leaving now? How are you going to get home?" Ieyasu asked. The one-eyed teen gave a nervous laugh and scratched the back of his head.

"Yeah… About that, I kinda need to crash at your place tonight? And you kinda need to give me dinner too," He admitted sheepishly. Ieyasu sighed.

"Motochika, that is hardly the way to go about asking things, but I guess I can do that if it's for you. I'm guessing you'll need me to take you to Masamune's apartment tomorrow morning as well?" Ieyasu asked. Motochika nodded. "Very well, so what will you have us do Keiji?" Keiji then turned around to face them, cleaning a glass in his hands. He looked thoughtful for a minute then smirked at the two teens at the bar.

"Well, I had already invited Date-san to help me out in decorating the club, so I know where he'll be tomorrow… Or is supposed to be at least. You know how he likes to show up late and shirk his responsibilities," Keiji trailed off.

"I'll make sure he gets here tomorrow. And on time too," Motochika promised.

"Alright, I guess if that's the case, if only you could bring Yukimura here tomorrow, Ieyasu, then the two would be forced to talk to each other. No arguments, no dance battles, no pressure from the crowd, just a plain old conversation. Plus, the more hands I have to help, the faster I'd get done," Keiji smiled.

"I suppose I could do that. I don't see any reason for Yukimura to object to come here. I'll even stay and help you out, Keiji." Ieyasu offered.

"Great, because you see, we'll need them to work away from us so we gotta stay separated from them. It'll be a lot more fun now knowing that I'll have someone with me," Keiji said.

"I'll help you out too when I get Date here. There'll be no sense in me leaving just to come back to drag his ass home, so I might as well help out. But as far as getting those two together, I have a few ideas that might work," Motochika easily slipped into a smirk at this point.

"Motochika, I think you mean well, but we do have to be careful. Yukimura may be a bit dense, but he is most definitely shy. If he catches on, he will make a big scene of it by shouting how shameful we are," Ieyasu groaned.

"Haha, I remember when I first asked the little guy if he had a girlfriend. His face was so red and he just shouted 'That's shameful!' non-stop," Keiji laughed.

"Don't worry he won't catch on. Besides, Date is a bit of a wild card. He'll be sharp as a tack one second and then dumb as a sack of hammers the next. I'm no fool. We'll have to tread carefully around this, but I've got a few tricks up my sleeves to at least get them talking and not arguing," Motochika explained.

"Great! I'm glad I can count on you guys for help on this! Maybe after this Date-san will lighten up after knowing the joys of love," Keiji exclaimed happily. Motochika gave a short laugh.

"Love? I'd be surprised if Masamune would ever know the joys of love," he snorted. Keiji's smile instantly fell and he regretted his choice of words. "What I mean is, Masamune isn't one to know about those things. I can't really picture the guy being in a relationship. I'm just hoping for these two to become good friends. Don't get me wrong, I see something special between them, but I doubt they'll ever progress to that stage."

"You may be right about that, Motochika, but you'd never know. The power of bonds work in mysterious ways," Ieyasu smiled coyly. Motochika deadpanned and leaned his head on the bar.

"Why did I become friends with such pansy lovers like you guys?" He sighed gloomily. Ieyasu and Keiji just laughed. Ieyasu gently patted him on his back.

"We ought to be leaving now, Motochika. It's getting pretty late, and we will need some sleep if we're gonna be helping Keiji tomorrow. By the way, what time would you like us to be here?" Ieyasu asked, trying to pull the somber Motochika from his seat.

"I'd like to start somewhere around 9:30 tomorrow morning, so make sure you're here then," Keiji said.

"Will do. Come on, Motochika, help me out a little here," Ieyasu grunted, now lugging around a heavy white haired man. He sighed and started walking himself though Ieyasu still helped him out. "Just how tired are you?"

"See you guys tomorrow!" Keiji called after his friends, before they left the bar. Once they left, Keiji smiled and started cleaning the glass surface of the bar. 'I guess tomorrow will be one interesting day,' Keiji thought to himself. He hummed to himself as he cleaned the bar, anticipating what was sure to come.