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 again, Rie's here with the 5th chapter. Another long wait from me, yes? I'm so sorry, please forgive me! I'm a slow writer; it takes me such a long time even just to get the best idea to continue the story. But now the 5th chapter is here! Thank you for everyone who gives me review in the previous chapter. I'm kind of surprised about how many readers like this story… I'm giving my special thanks to:

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Plan 5: Attention! Spring is way HOTTER than Summer!

Ieyasu swung his legs one after another, scratching the back of his head lazily while preoccupying his mind with task at hand. In his grip, his dead phone laid without any movement. Yeah, he learnt it at school long ago that his mobile had been included as lifeless thing, which meant it wouldn't have any characteristic of living being. But what he was talking about was how his phone wouldn't be able to be used anymore. It wasn't cheap either, by the way.

Unintentionally, his brain led him to a certain memory that brought a sign passing his parted lips. That kiss…

The spikey haired young man shook his head wildly like a wet dog drying its fur. There was a hint of blush sprayed across his face, showing that the memory had been kind of embarrassing. Yet, it was pleasing as well somehow. Ieyasu drew his hand toward his lips and used his fingertips to trace its surface. The feeling still lingered there, its not that vivid but still noticeable. His awkward first kiss with a man… no, his very first kiss.

No matter with whom it was, it didn't change the fact that his lips were no longer virgin.

"Argh, c'mon! Stop acting like a teenage girl in love, Ieyasu!" he scolded himself silly. Even with his voice pressed to the minimum volume, people who were able to catch a glimpse of his words turned around and raised an eyebrow at him. "Um…" the said man coughed to clear his throat and shame.

When those stares faded and disappeared, Ieyasu retreated from his standing location and continued his journey back to the dorm. There wasn't much he could do to begin with, moreover with nobody by his side. The only choice he had was to go back immediately and spend the very last hour of his holiday with his books. And that was boring… Really, could this day become any sucker than this? Just what did he do yesterday to encounter such misfortune?

Well, not everything happened today was misfortunes though. To take an example, the kiss he shared with that boy-… Okay, enough! How could such a thing kept appearing in his mind? He was supposed to forget about it, not framing it in the center of his brain and peeking at it once in a while! What, did that FATEFUL accident affect him this much?

'Ridiculous! Stupid!' Ieyasu knocked his temple with his knuckle lightly. 'Stop acting like this, myself! You're disgracing the name of Tokugawa family! Well… not that I care that much, maybe I'm exaggerating things,' he peered over nothing with a forced chuckle.

"Man… I'm going to become 18 next year; it's kinda obvious that I'll at least lose my first kiss soon… But not with a boy, dammit," he grumbled, this time making sure it was barely a whisper so people wouldn't hear him. "Well, at least I got a good looking one-… now God, what is wrong with me? I'm straight…"

"Hey, have you heard?" a kid next to him bounced in excitement. "There's a huge fire burning at Hikiyama Apartment!"

"What? It's very near, right? I want to see it!" the other brat squealed and both of them took off to see the show that was being presented by nature.

Fire? What fire? How come he hadn't heard anything about it? Hikiyama Apartment… That rundown building which could barely able to stand the next shake of earthquake? Not many people lived there from what Ieyasu heard, but still someone took residence there. It wasn't all that far from his location. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to see how things were going on there, since he had nothing else to do at times. And so there he went, going straight toward the scene without knowing what he may encounter later.

*_SnBs_*

Date Masamune cursed furiously, scrubbing the annoying stain on his shirt. His blue color had been tainted by something more than dust. Red blood from those weaklings… Just thinking about it made Masamune fuming.

Not long after that mysterious kitten disappeared, a new wave of disturbance came to hamper him. Since his mood was somehow unstable, he thought maybe letting this one passed by wouldn't be all that bad. But when they stupidly threatening him for money, Masamune's patience scattered to pieces. They woke the sleeping dragon up, merciless flame of justice they would get. Seeing bunch of weaklings acting all that mighty made him want to puke.

"Ck… Great. Keiji and Motochika are so down for this…" he growled. What Keiji and Motochika's part in this, he didn't really know. It wasn't really their fault for this part of unfortune, but there was nobody else to blame other than them. After all, if it weren't for them taking his money away, all of this shitty occurrence wouldn't happen. He would still be playing around at the arcade and kicking names down from the high score list.

But if he did staying in the arcade… then it would be impossible to find that jewel in the dumpster.

The embodiment of pure strength and elegance in battle… That young man with long cocoa hair; waving around like an unbound sheet of ribbon... It took everything he got not to get excited just by remembering. His blood was roaring with such hunger. It wasn't like he saw how the fight was going from the beginning, but the aftermath told him more than enough. He may only have one eye, but his vision would never tell him lies.

Talk about his vision, was it just him or there really was a suspiciously huge smoke floating up to the sky? Judging from the shape, amount, and of course the noise around him… It would be wise of him not to take this as a mere garbage scorching. Just how many pound of garbage should be collected to produce that kind of smoke? Anyway, if it really weren't garbage that was currently being incinerated, that meant a building would be a better guess.

Wait, a building? Seriously?

"Geez, this day surely is a messed up one. Glad to see I'm not the only one to think so," Masamune sighed with his hands crossed. His comment did sound a little unpleasant to hear but why should he spruce his words when nobody was listening. "Hm… Should I check it out-…? Huh? That's…" Masamune's voice trailed off the moment he saw a familiar-looking spiky hair passed across the street. "IEYASU?!"

Masamune repeated his friend's name over and over but the said guy didn't even spare him a glance or even stopping for a moment. He kept running further away and ignoring Masamune's call. "The hell's that guy problem?!" Masamune's barked, stomping his feet like a mad man. It was really the passing cars' fault, but in Masamune's eye this kind of thing should be blamed on someone like Ieyasu. It seemed irrational but it was his way of thinking. "When someone talks to you, you listen to him! Damn it! Hey, Ieyasu!"

And so he went, doing his best to catch up with his so-called friend. And their destination? Obviously the burned-down building where Sanada Yukimura took residence…

*_SnBs_*

"My home-…! I have to go!" Yukimura pushed his chair back and was about to leave when he suddenly stopped. He turned to face Mitsunari and bowed to him. "Thank you very much for your help! I'm very grateful but I have to go now! Please forgive my rudeness!" without giving Mitsunari a chance to reply, Yukimura straightened his body and quickly running out of the café.

Mitsunari was stunned by the way Yukimura spoke to him. Not because it was polite and humble, but because the younger man spoke so fast he could barely catch the meaning of his words. The platinum haired man glanced over the TV screen and watched the remaining news about the fire. The picture showed exactly how many parts of the building that had been devoured by the merciless flame. That old apartment… 'So that was the reason why he ran away,' Mitsunari nodded lightly to himself.

Taking a very last look at the door Yukimura just passed through, Mitsunari lifted his book back to read the continuation of the story he was interested in. The plot was unpredictable and deep, yet it was also exciting and addicting. The protagonist was a naïve idiotic boy, but he did have his own plus point. Let us just said he was clever in his own way. He always managed to stood back up after reaching the bottom, refusing to give up even when the situation clearly pushing him down.

A polite boy who always did his best in everything… Now who did this character resembled actually?

For some reason, the picture of the main character kept disappeared from his mind, being replaced by a certain someone he just met not long ago. The person who left him to go back to his home which was currently being devoured by flames. And why was that? Was it because he shared a similar experience with him? That couldn't be the reason. Mitsunari wasn't a person who would easily sympathize with other… His appearance? No, that was ridiculous. No matter where he looked, that boy named Sanada Yukimura could not be mistaken as a girl. Except for his long hair-…

Wait, Keiji also had long hair but he just couldn't care less about him.

And exactly why should he strain his brain to think about such a thing? It was unbelievable! Mitsunari shut his book close and placed it softly on the table, doing his best not to throw it to the wall in the process. He glued both of his hands together and pinched his nose bridge using his middle fingers. He kept acting out of his character for quite a while now. First, it was totally not like him for being interested in someone. Second, that man is a guy so why should he even think about being interested? And third… why would a man's name keep floating around inside his mind if he really didn't care…?

"Gaahh, this is frustrating!" he slammed his hand down into the table and broke the silence inside the café.

Mitsunari took another look at the TV. The same news once again appeared on the screen, still the same topic about the fire. Was it really that serious? Yukimura went back there in such a rush, but for what? From what he had seen, that building would be nothing but debris after it was over. And judging from the size of the fire, a solo person would be not much help. It would be dangerous and troublesome if he did something stupid.

But would he really do something stupid?

Well, maybe he would. It was Yukimura he was talking about here.

Moreover, why won't that name leave his head, for God's sake?!

"Okay, I'm after him," he stated with icy yet flaming resolution. "Keep the charge," Mitsunari shoved his hands into his pocket and slammed a couple sheets of money into the table. He picked up his book, placed it carefully inside his waist bag, and left the café.

It wasn't all that hard to track one's trail, especially Yukimura's. He was going to Hikiyama Apartment, which was located about 2 blocks from there. Even if he didn't know the exact location, it would be more than sufficient to follow the source of that flowing black smoke. And now that he got a chance to get a better look at it, that smoke surely was big. Feeling a little anxious, even if he didn't know exactly why, Mitsunari increased his pace and dashed straight to his main destination.

When he arrived there, the real obstacle showed itself.

The news may only said that the one being burned down was Hikiyama Apartment, but they forgot to mention just exactly how close that building was to the other houses nearby. The fire was spreading ridiculously fast, eating everything in its way like dry hay in the middle of summer. The moment he faced the stage, the small house next to the apartment was already halfway through its demolition. So obviously, the whole place was surrounded by audiences from various sources.

Mitsunari frowned deeply; those people could do nothing but slowing him down. With this kind of crowd, even trying to push his way through seemed like an impossible task. But what he wanted he got. Mitsunari took a deep breath and slipped through the slightest crack he could find, didn't even bother to let a single apologize waltz out of his mouth. After all of the efforts and sweats he wasted, Mitsunari managed to stood in the front line and felt exactly how the heat licking his skin.

"Yukimura!" he called, biting his lower lip soon after. What was wrong with him? Calm down, he had to calm down… With so much heat surrounding him, he had to do his best to maintain his cool. Remember, he was the Dark King-… Prince of Basara High. But still, Sanada Yukimura… What a fearsome man, to be able to make him unable to keep in his character. "Ck, where is he?" he gritted his teeth and scanned the whole area.

"Mitsunari?" a voice he knew stole his attention for a moment. Mitsunari spun around, feeling a little disappointed since the one he faced wasn't exactly the one he was hoping for. Ieyasu pushed his way through the human wall and approached Mitsunari with questioned look. "What are you doing here?"

"What are you doing here yourself?" Mitsunari asked back, refusing to answer the question in purpose. His eyes trailed off again in hope that Yukimura would pop out of nowhere.

"Oi! Ieyasu, you bastard!" another guy broke the tension between the two companions, or maybe just worsening the situation. Masamune ran with full speed, doing his best to shove people off of his way. He rushed straight toward Ieyasu only to smack the spiky-haired teen's head upside down. "When I call you, you answer dammit!"

Ieyasu winched, quickly rubbing his throbbing head. "You call? When? I hear nothing-…" he explained, only to have his sentence lost its true purpose when Masamune cut him harshly with another shout. He would be deaf for sure with so much loud voice bombing him in one day.

"I've been screaming you name for ages! You-…!" the one-eyed fighter noticed Mitsunari's presence, at last, and forgot about his problem with Ieyasu for a moment. "Oh, you're here too, Mitsunari? What brings you here, huh?" he asked, but his voice sounded way too unfriendly. Mitsunari's eyes twitched in annoyance, he didn't like way Masamune acted so tough around people all the time. He may be strong, but one day it would be his downfall.

"I'm looking for a friend-…" Mitsunari quickly slammed his mouth shut. A friend? How could they be friends? The met each other, talked for a while, ate in the same table… Aside from the fact that they knew each other's names and bits of each other's life, they were far from being friends. Acquaintance, yes. Friends…? No. But if they weren't friends… It raised nothing but another question. Why did he even bother to search for someone who wasn't even his friend? Everything had surely became complicated…

Masamune smirked, releasing a playful laugh. Even Ieyasu found the news shocking yet somehow interesting. "You have friend aside from us, Mitsunari?" Ieyasu tilted his head slightly, free from any purpose of mockery. "We're not talking about Yoshitsugu the Crow, aren't we?"

Mitsunari's reply was nothing more but silence treatment. Let them talk if that made them happy, he couldn't spare them any praise for trying to turn everything into meaningless joke. But if it weren't for them making him quite for just a second, he would surely miss the voice he had been waiting for. "Please, let me go! I have to get something inside, it's very important!" Mitsunari spun around, locking his gaze on Yukimura who was standing side by side with an officer who was trying to hold him back.

The officer shook his head quickly, answering Yukimura's plea with serious tone. "I can't let you go there! It's way too dangerous, please stay back!" Bad unfortunately for him, Yukimura couldn't be assured with empty words, moreover soft threats. Mitsunari could see clearly how hard the officer trying to keep Yukimura away from the building. That boy surely had lots of strength stored inside, which was a little surprising for someone who had missed his meals.

"I'm very sorry!" Yukimura took a step back and bowed. The officer loosened his guard and Yukimura quickly made his move, breaking through the very last obstacle he met to reach his destination. The action took everyone by surprise, both the officer and the slightly gapped Mitsunari. The poor officer tried to chase after his target but Yukimura's speed left him helpless and speechless.

Call it the heat of the moment, but Mitsunari's brain had lost its power surge and made him unable to think clearly. "YUKIMURA!" he shouted but his call never reached the said man's ears. Since speed had always become one of his many plus points, Mitsunari decided it was the time for him to show the words just what he was capable of. Before either Masamune or Ieyasu could absorb the whole situation, Mitsunari dashed to catch up with Yukimura and abandoned his comrades.

Ieyasu was the one to realize just what Mitsunari was doing. "Mitsunari, wait!" he followed Mitsunari's action and departed as soon as he could. "Masamune, we've got to stop him!" Ieyasu grabbed Masamune's hand in the middle of his run, but it wasn't as easy as he though with Masamune practically refused to cooperate.

"Why should I? He wants to become the next top menu in McDonald then let him be," he responded with a shrug, trying to yank his arm from Ieyasu's grasp. It was at a time like this Ieyasu felt really grateful that he decided to do boxing as his daily training. Punching those sand bags everyday let him built a body he dreamt and increased his arms' power.

"Listen," he glanced over Mitsunari who had been halfway through his journey into the building and straightened his body in front of Masamune. With one palm still locked around Masamune's wrist, Ieyasu pushed one finger to point straight toward Masamune's face as if he was lecturing him. "If something really happen to him, don't you think we'll also get into trouble? We left the dorm together with him this morning and just now we were together with him. If he comes out of there as a crispy corpse, don't you think we'll be the first person the police search for question and investigation?"

Masamune raised an eyebrow. "Just what the hell are you trying to say?"

Ieyasu put his sour face up, Masamune could be slow sometimes and it irked him when he chose times like this to be slower than a turtle. "What I'm trying to say is… If there's something happened with either of us, we might not be able to stay at the dorm this summer break. We'll be forced to go back home or even being prisoned there."

That hit the mark…

The one-eyed Dragon Prince of Basara High didn't have to be told twice when it came to this. "Mitsunari, get you ass back here!" he shouted; now he was the one who was pulling Ieyasu to catch up with Mitsunari. Ieyasu sighed heavily; these guys really way childish. It was time for them to learn how to act proper to their age.

"Yukimura!" Mitsunari once again called to no avail. He pushed the officer away from his path and proceeded with his mission, entering the burning building like a mighty knight in a battle. The officer was taken aback for a moment before trying to stop him.

"Mitsunari, wait!" Ieyasu bowed his head slightly to the officer. "Excuse me," he said politely with a quick smile and quickly followed Mitsunari whose shadow was no longer visible. The officer gapped like a fish, reaching his hand out to stop the man who just passed him but his voice just wouldn't come out when the next person broke through his defense.

"Ck, you're in the way!" Masamune growled and literally baring his teeth at the officer who now had given up to do anything related to those four. "Oi, Ieyasu! Wait up, dammit!" he shouted, swinging his legs one after another to chase after the other two.

And that's it for now. :)

So, did you like it? I'm very sorry for any grammar and spelling errors. I tried my best but even I still think I made a couple of mistakes, if not LOTS of mistakes... But anyway, please give me your review. Pretty please~

Oh, IMPORTANT!

Before anyone tries to suggest it, I have to tell you something. I'm familiar with Sengoku Basara and I love all of its characters, especially Yukimura, but for me a pairing with no Yukimura involved has been considered as big NO-NO. Well... A normal pairing, MxF is okay for me (NagamasaXOichi and ToshieXMatsu are good)... But MxM without Yukimura as the UKE... I can't do it. I'm sorry, it may sounds ridiculous but it's the truth. I just can't bring myself to write it, so I hope you understand.

Please look forward for the next chapter, I'll do my best to post it real soon... Well, as soon as I can, anyway.

Rie