Perverts in a Pocket

Title: Perverts in a Pocket

Pairing: MasaYuki, IeYuki, MitsuYuki (All for UKE!Yuki)

Genre: Yaoi, Comedy, Friendship

Summary: A/U. Yukimura is a poor lonely boy. He decided to do a simple suicide but got a couple friends instead. But did he really need friends who kept looking for a chance to slip their hands into his pants?

A/N: Hello, this's Rie here...Sorry for the long wait. This's the fourth chapter, even longer than before. Please forgive me for any error, I'm just a learning girl. :) For those who gave me reviews for the last chapter...

Takara: He he he, I save your day? Don't be silly; you're the one who save my day by reviewing. I don't really like BasaCharaX OC so I decide to make a story like this, especially with Yukimura on the plate. Hehehe, This's the third chapter for you.

Rosette1811: SasuYuki? I love it too, Master and Servant forbidden love. XD Sasuke will appear in the story later, but I don't know whether I should make him a candidate for out princess or not. Perhaps we should see it later. But for now, please enjoy Ieyasu and Yukimura and Masamune and Mitsunari! Oh, read the third chapter please

newbie. happy. yeah.1: Thank you for reviewing! A lot of people seem to love MasaYuki so much! We'll see how it'll end up later, but for now please enjoy the third chapter!

Guest: Whoa! Really? You love it? You're not lying? Thank you! You make me blush, you know that? As the punishment for a bad child like you, I will… give you this! Here's the third chapter, you have to read it! Tell me later what you think, okay? Enjoy!

Ferin J. Raten: Now this's what I'm talking about long review. I like Mitsunari as well, playing him from time to time in SBSH since he's so 'OMG, COOL WITH THOSE FLASHES AND SPEED AND MOVEMENT AND WOOOOWWW'! But my favorite remain Yukimura XD I'll see what I can do with my spelling and grammar, like, learning more and more. Therefore, please enjoy the story while I'm learning and give me your opinion! Here's the third chapter!

And so, to all the readers that aren't mentioned above, please enjoy the story!
And before I forget, Sengoku Basara and it's character do not belong to me, they belong to CAPCOM (sadly...). And that's all. Jump straight into the fourth chapter!

Plan 4: Mr. Crow, Humpty Dumpty is Falling Down

"You're mine, Kitten."

Yukimura was completely lost; either he heard it wrong or that Masamune guy really said something embarrassing. From his experience in eavesdropping; accidentally; couple's conversations and flirts, those lines he just heard were supposed to be directed to girls. And judging from his appearance and properties in every region of his body, he was undoubtly 100% male. And it hadn't changed the last time he checked.

Even though Yukimura was starting to turn into a sweaty mess, Masamune's appeared to be calm as windless sea. His expression remained the same, nothing changed from the time he said his so-called confession. People would call this situation as calm before storm, which meant the following scene wouldn't be pretty like jewels. Yukimura gulped, squirming slightly to get further away from Masamune. The man's gaze starting to make him lose his cool, not that he had it to begin with.

Seconds passed… One minute passed… And now it turned into two minutes without any change. Yukimura now felt jumpy all over, the tension was too heavy for him. The atmosphere was getting even stranger for his liking. Maybe it was the right time for him to go, yeah this time for sure. But the question was… how? What was he supposed to do? With Masamune practically blocked his only way out by gripping his wrist like no tomorrow.

Yukimura tried to tug his hand, slowly but surely with his strength playing it's role. But Masamune too had his own share of power and countered Yukimura's movement by pulling it even harder. It was like a tug-of-war, only with Yukimura's now bruising arm as the rope. Just what was this guy problem? Was he trying to break Yukimura's hand or something? If something did really happen to his flesh and bone; like it was snapped or the skin shredded; would he be so kind enough to pay for his treatment? Because surely, the poor lad couldn't afford to pay any doctor a visit anytime soon.

"Excuse me, I think you're hurting me…" Yukimura put a lot of effort to sound polite enough, even with his opponent wasn't exactly the picture of politeness. "My hand's kind of throbbing, I would appreciate it if you would be kind of to release-…"

"I'm not 'YOU', I have a name. It's Masamune."

The brown head's eyes twitched slightly. "Masamune-dono," he granted Masamune's wish and hopped that it would help him with his great escape plan. "Please let go of my hand, I'm starting to lose the feel of it-… WHOA!"

So he did miscalculate something, Yukimura had never been good in math so why should he even bother. The grip did loosen a little, which was enough for Yukimura to draw a comforting breath, but Masamune's face appeared to be so close in a second. Yukimura was shocked and unprepared for such a feast; he jumped on his feet and dropped his necklace. Some people said that screaming sometimes helped you to push your fear and discomfort into more acceptable level. But it surely didn't serve its purpose in the mean time.

'He blushed…! This's gonna be fun~,' Masamune hummed inside his head, chuckling softly so Yukimura couldn't realize his amusement more than what needed. "Easy, Kitten. Isn't it rude to know my name but not the opposite?"

"N-name? Right…" the younger lad gulped and nodded. Of course, that was rude of him to forget telling his own name. After all, no matter how uncomfortable the treatment he had been given for a while now by Masamune, the said man did give his name to Yukimura. So of course he had to do the same. As for the reader, Yukimura was a naive guy with his own theory so it was predictable of him to do so, even if it sounded… well, stupid. "My name's-… HYAAAAA!"

"WHAAAAA-…?" Masamune failed to suppress his expression and jumped back on reflex. Something fast just brushed his feet and that was fucking shocking! It looked like Yukimura also felt it since he screamed first and pushed himself back as hard as he could. Both of them were now stared at each other dumbly, asking the other opinion about what passed through them just now. "A rat, maybe…?" he shrugged his shoulder.

Right, Date Masamune screamed like a girl and jumped after being ambushed by a scary and mighty rat warrior! Such a story would turn into a legend, a laughable one.

Even as rude as it sounded like, Yukimura just had to use this chance to send himself away from Masamune. He wasn't all that dangerous and threatening after a couple minutes of conversation, but still Yukimura just couldn't take any risk. Not with his messed up life on stake… To hell with people who said he had nothing else to lose, he still had his life to hold so maybe he just had to listen to his heart. Judging for all that accident that had been bestowed upon him, God had surely grown tired watching him with his suicide mission. Maybe it was time to go back to the start line, naming protect his life.

With his mind been divided into 50-50, still unable to decide which would be better to continue, Yukimura tiptoed further from Masamune and readied himself for a turbo dash. He bent his knee and tapped his palm on the ground a couple time. Hm… That was weird. Yukimura unlocked his focused gaze from Masamune and looked down on the empty cement beneath him. He was especially sure he dropped his necklace there. Where did it go? Did he kick it by accident?

Yukimura swung his head from left to right but there was nothing other than the slightly twitching victim of Masamune's kicks, and of course Yukimura's martial arts. It was ridiculous. How in the world did he lose something he just found? The necklace disappeared, which was impossible. But it wasn't there, not below his feet, not behind Masamune, not under the huge trashcan near them… So where could it be?

Ghost? No, Yukimura did believe that spirits and unexplainable creation of God existed, but only at night. The sun was still high, so of course ghost was out of question.

"What are you doing?" Yukimura gazed up only to meet Masamune's sweat-drop look.

"My necklace, it's gone again," the young man explained, still panic raided his heart like unwelcome terrorist. "Masamune-dono, did you see my necklace? I dropped it not long ago, when you surprised me by moving closer all of a sudden. It's a roku-mon sen necklace; six coin tied together with a rope. The coin was about this big and-…" before he could finish his sentence, a glint of gold caught his eyes and lured his vision into the so-called culprit. "THAT'S IT!"

Masamune opened his mouth but no voice came out in time as Yukimura ran from his side toward the one who was holding his treasure. A white crow was hanging quietly above the railing of a second-floor building, watching them cautiously with a thread of rope pinched between its beaks. Yukimura stopped right below the place where that bird was resting, asking the bird politely to give his necklace back. Masamune was amused; either that guy was stupid for talking to a brainless bird so seriously or naive enough to believe that a raven would actually understand what he was saying.

"Crow-san, please give my necklace back," Yukimura begged as he bowed his head. When he lifted it again, the bird was no longer there. "What the-…?" While Yukimura was busy with his request, the white crow flew away from the location with Yukimura's necklace. "W-WAIT, PLEASE WAIT A MINUTE!"

And with that, Yukimura left the scene to catch the bird. All that left was Masamune, all by himself standing in the dark alley with his prey escaped successfully… Wait, white crow? All the time he lived in this city, there was no crow with color other than black that took residence near here. No one except…

"Great, not even knowing his name…" Masamune sighed furiously like a lion losing its meal. He scratched the back of his head and frowned at the way Yukimura and that crow went to. "Way to go, Mitsunari."

*_SnBs_*

After a long was of turmoil and suffering, and also a terrific fall down the deep slope, Yukimura at last managed to catch up with the crow fair and square. It took a lot of efforts but at least he was able to find it in the end. The problem was that the crow was now calmly standing on the third branch of a tree. Yukimura had never really learned bird's language, but the way that crow was looking at him felt like an indescribable insult. Being mocked by a bird was somehow unpleasant, if you ask him.

The tree wasn't exactly that tall, but the recent incident that was involving a tree awakened his doubt for a moment. It wasn't a good idea to play around near its familiar for the time being. But the thought about his necklace made everything even harder and complicated. He couldn't just leave him there; so much possibility could happen to it while he was gone. And it was the reason why he went though all those trouble to arrive there.

"What should I do…?"

Should he climb it? No, remembering the incident before turned out to be an instant kill to such an idea. He could fall down again like before, now with nobody to catch him. And even if somebody really did miraculously catch him, should the same thing happened again, he wasn't sure what would happen to his consideration about forgetting his suicide plan. But if he didn't climb it, the necklace wouldn't be back to him.

Just how did things become so complicated?

"Crow-san, please give it back. I promise I'll give you something in return," Yukimura sighed in defeat. The white crow tilted his head; its beak still guarding the necklace with no actual will to release it; considering the offer Yukimura gave it. It was as if the animal took it seriously and asked him what he could possibly spare. "I, um… Maybe I could give you…" now that was the hardest part. What else did he have anyway? "… A thanks, maybe?"

The crow stabbed him with its unforgiving stare, which was painful enough for Yukimura to pitying himself. Seriously, this crow was an admirable opponent, despite it being an animal. But one couldn't take an animal not seriously; it could be a flaw, which would end up as a defeat in oneself. Maybe everything was destined to end in a battle. No matter how ridiculous it may be, if the crow really asked him to fight him, then Yukimura would gladly accept the challenge.

But first, lets start by thinking about how he should fight. Against people, he had his hand and feet that he could use to land a couple blows. But against a bird with wings? Moreover the bird was now sitting on top of a tree, waiting for his decision in every passing second. That wasn't fair. Yukimura would be sent to hospital first before he managed to punch that crow in the air. Talk about a head-dive down to the earth…

Okay, first thing to do, look for a weapon. What weapon should he use? He was now standing at the end of a forest; nature could offer him lots of choices to take. A twig? No, it would be futile to be used to attack. Leaves…? If he wanted to burn down the tree using dry leaves, maybe that would work. A rock… That was it! He could use the rock to throw the crow! It sounded painful and cruel but at least the bird wouldn't die just from a knock-… Maybe just passed out.

"I'm very sorry, Crow-san, but it has to be done… Please forgive me," Yukimura took a deep breath and picked up the rock near his feet. He closed his eyes and took a couple steps back, positioned himself for the best angle possible. One strike… One strike and it would be over. "Here we go-…!"

"Just what in the hell do you think you're doing?" ask a cold voice behind him. The next thing Yukimura knew was someone cruelly pulling his long hair hard enough to draw tears out of his eyes. Yukimura shouted in pain and dropped the rock, flailing his hand everywhere to get away from his attacker.

"Aw! Ouch, I'm sorry!" he shouted like a child, pressing his fingertips over the hand that grabbed a fistful of his hair. He may get bald if this continue and couldn't allow that to happen! "Please, forgive me! I'm sorry, sorry, sorry-…!" the person behind him at last removed his grip from Yukimura's hair. The young lad sighed in relief, a few drips of tear already made its way out from the corner of his eyes. "That's hurt…"

The voice asked again, this time sounded even more menacing than before. "Explain, what are you doing here?" Yukimura sobbed quietly for a second and then lifted his gaze up. In front of him, a man with slender figure stood tall and mighty like a sturdy warrior. He was blessed with sharp grey eyes, clear and cloudless like polished gems. The one that left the lasting impression on Yukimura's mind was his hair. Every strand of it was painted in stainless silver color. Either it was natural or he dyed it, Yukimura couldn't tell. The way he styled it was also unique, like he combed it all front to form a sharp inverter pyramid. "Answer me," he ordered with a voice like a commander.

"Y-yes…!" Yukimura quickly fixed his position and knelt in front of him. To tell the truth, he was scared since this man looked all cold and hard like a blade. One wrong move and he would be sliced into two pieces of dead meat. Then he would end up as the crow's food, and that would be sad. "Um… I'm sorry. I have an important necklace that was a gift rom the most important person in my past. I dropped it on my way before and the white crow over there picked it up and refused to give it back. I chased it all the way here to take it back with me but the crow refused to let it go. Therefore I chose my last decision to fight it to win my necklace back-..."

"Yoshitsugu," the guy called and the white crow flew straight into his waiting hand. He opened his palm and the bird obediently placed the necklace on it. "Here," he dropped it toward Yukimura's fumbling fingers and stroked the crow before signaling it to leave.

Yukimura was mesmerized by the way that man handling the crow. He looked like a professional. And the crow was named Yoshitsugu… Wait, did that meant that this man over here was the owner of that crow? If that was the case, then what Yukimura did just now was completely unforgivable! "Ah… I'm sorry, I have no intention to harm your crow…"

The man looked down and stared at Yukimura's brown pair. "It's not my crow."

The brown haired teen wondered and asked, even tough he knew it wasn't his place to question thing. Sadly, his curiosity got the best of him. "Um… It's not your crow… But, are you the one who name it? It seems like the crow is really attached to you."

"Yoshitsugu is my friend."

"Is that so? So it's name is Yoshitsugu-dono…" Yukimura nodded absent-mindlessly. "And if I may know, what is your name?" he continued and the man replied him by a glare. Yukimura flinched, maybe he should introduce himself first before asking other to do so. "My name is Sanada Yukimura, it's a pleasure to meet you," he said, pushing himself back to his feet and bowed his head to complete the introduction. "And thank you very much for you help, I really appreciate it-…"

The moment Yukimura moved back to straight position, the world around him spun fast like the wheel had been turned. Yukimura lost his footing and flew straight downward, unable to hold his balance from the sudden spin. He was sure he would land hard face first on the ground this time, but thanks to a pair of strong hand that was holding him somehow gently around his waist, he was save from any harm.

"What's wrong? Hey, are you alright?" the man sounded a little panic, shaking Yukimura's limp body carefully.

"I'm…" Yukimura gathered all his remaining strength to say the very last word that crossed in his mind. "… hungry…" and then he fainted. But not before hearing the man said a loud 'are you serious?' protest that left Yukimura smiled shyly.

*_SnBs_*

"Um… Is it really okay for me to eat all of this? It looks expensive… I won't be able to afford it," Yukimura wiped the droll from his mouth before it could roll down his chin and drip into the table. That would be improper. In front of him, five plates of food had been presented for him to devour. Chocolate cake, Strawberry tart, Blueberry muffin, Apple pie, and last but not least DANGO. How did this man know he like sweets, especially dango, this much?

"Just shut up and eat," the man commanded and Yukimura awkwardly obeyed. Being ordered to eat a lot of delicious food was a rare treat and it would be a waste to let such an occasion go. But still, Yukimura couldn't just accept someone's kindness without any gratitude.

"Ah…" he mumbled after swallowing a round ball of dango down his throat. "I haven't know your name… Um…"

"Ishida Mitsunari, now shut it up," Mitsunari replied uninterestedly as sipping the coffee from his cup. Yukimura didn't have coffee in his list of favoritism; it left such a foul taste in his mouth. But a lot of people seemed to favor this drink and so he wondered what could be the reason. But asking another question, especially an unimportant kind, at Mitsunari now could just be a bad idea. If Mitsunari said he should shut up, than he would shut up. "When's the last time you eat?"

"H-huh?" Yukimura paused for a moment to confirm that it was really Mitsunari who was asking. "I think yesterday afternoon… Or maybe yesterday morning, I don't really remember."

Mitsunari sipped his drink again quietly and placed the cup down on the table, looking at his watch afterward to check on time. Yukimura waited like a good puppy for another question. Sensing that maybe another one wouldn't come again soon, he took his fork again and sliced the Chocolate cake that was drenched in syrup. "Why not eating regularly?" Mitsunari folded his hand in front of his chest, clearly looking for an answer.

Yukimura halfheartedly dropped his fork back to the table; only to decide to leave it stabbed the cake at last. "I don't have money…" his reply didn't satisfy Mitsunari enough so he thought maybe the guy wanted him to tell the tale of his life. Better make it short before he changed his mind, then. "So… My parents left me with a lot of debt when I was 14, so I have to work hard to keep on living. It wasn't easy but I managed to survive until now. But then I got fired because the head of the Construction Company found out that I was underage. And so… I don't know what else to do and I decided to…"

"To?" Mitsunari raised his eyebrows. Yukimura did the same, so Mitsunari really did interested.

"So… I decide to do a suicide."

"You what?" the tone of Mitsunari's voice exclaimed that he wasn't that impressed with Yukimura's decision about ending his life. Yukimura didn't really know the man but he could tell that Mitsunari thought he should have done better that ended up with a knife in his gut.

"I've tried to kill myself a couple times… Two times, to be exact. But it always ended up in failure. So I thought maybe God didn't approve my plan and maybe I should have been strong enough to fight this battle. A man should fight for himself until the end, that's what Oyakata-sama told me when I was young. And I've failed him, I think…" Yukimura just realized his mistake now and lowered his head slowly in shame. How could he forget about it? Oyakata-sama had never teach him about giving up in life… Now he surely had made him disappointed.

Mitsunari watched Yukimura's spirit dropped into the pitiable zone and sighed wearily. "Yeah… You're an idiot," the words strike as more than just a poke at Yukimura's already wounded pride. "But maybe I, too, am an idiot," he continued. "I've been betrayed too when I was an ignorant child. Like you, I've always fought my way to reach the top and sometimes ended up in vain," he foretold the story with a melancholy look on his face. "But giving up is not a choice, that's what you should remember. If you give up, than all of your efforts all this time mean nothing."

It wasn't what Yukimura had expected. Mitsunari was lecturing him, not snapping at him for being an idiot who was cowardly enough to look for a fast way out from his trouble. That certainly wasn't something Yukimura thought he would hear, especially from a total stranger he just met not 30 minutes ago. Mitsunari understood his pain as he also experienced the probably similar experience as he was in the past. He wouldn't draw any conclusion without an actual proof, but in the mean time it wouldn't hurt to think that at last someone was able to stand by his side to encourage him, not draining his spirit down.

Mitsunari's words were something he had been waiting all this time.

"Mitsunari-dono," Yukimura's eyes were glassy from happy tears. He quickly bowed his head at Mitsunari who now wondered why in the hell did he even bother to share his past with his person. "I, Yukimura, am really thankful for your words of advice. Should my heart ever fail me to rise up again, I shall remember your words like Oyakata-sama's."

"Don't bother, you should just forget about it!" the white haired man shook his head and waving his hand. He himself was shocked about how easily he let such information slipped from his lips. This guy could make him let his guard down so easily it was painful to accept. "Just…! Eat your food quickly and don't leave anything behind… And no more talking."

Yukimura smiled cheerfully and appreciated Mitsunari's kindness and by continuing his previous action. Mitsunari did look like a hard type to deal with, being cold-looking and hard shape of speech that left no space for people to question. But after a while, he seemed kind and open enough if he knew where and where he should speak. It was like playing with water. If you pour it right into the glass on the right time, it will fill the glass perfectly. But if you missed it, either the place or the amount of it, the water could spill and caused a mess.

Maybe this day wasn't so bad, after all.

"Break news," the TV on the cafe where Yukimura and Mitsunari was eating broke the peaceful silence with its loud volume. Yukimura, still chewing on his food, had his interest perked up by the large blinking letter on the screen. "A fire appeared at Hikiyama Apartment and caused a lot of commotion from people's nearby. The cause of the incident is still unknown. None of the residents of the apartment were harmed. The firefighters were now trying to secure the place that was devoured by-…"

The fork on Yukimura's hand fell to the floor and produced a clacking noise. Mitsunari, who was finished with his coffee, glanced up from his book and wondered what was wrong with Yukimura. "What is it?" he asked.

"It can't be…" Yukimura whispered in disbelief. "That my home on the news!"

Okaaay, that's all for the fourth chapter. I'm sorry for asking this again, but please tell me what you think. Is it good, is it bad, is it what? Your review will be a lot of help for me to continue so please review. Pretty please~ :)

Anyway, the question is still same. Who should end up with Yukimura? Masamune, Ieyasu, Mitsunari? Which one? Or do you have another person you'd like to promote here? Sasuke got one voice before, one also interested in Motochika.

And so, I'll see you later in the next chapter!

Rie