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 is Rie again. I'm sorry for the long wait, though you must've been expecting me to be late again... This time, I really am busy with my study. I've just started my college year as a freshman. I'm studying Medical so it'll take a lot of my time to study and study and study again. But I'll still do my very best to continue my fic, after all I love writing fanfic. Anyway, for those who gave me review...

takara: Ah, you again! You've been giving me reviews every time I post a chapter! Thank you very much! I'm glad you agree with my point of view XD Here's the sixth chapter! Please enjoy!

Rosette1811: Ahem... Missere, may I ask you something? How in the world did you manage to read my mind? Are you a mind reader, perhaps? What are we talking about, you'll see it in this chapter. Please, enjoy the 6th chapter :)

ButterflyMeadow: Whoa, so you're okay with anyone? Ah, I mean about Yukimura's pairing of course... Okay, awkward. Anyway, here's the next chapter! Please read it and tell me what you think!

And for the other, this is the 6th chapter for you. Please enjoy the story and forgive me for any mistake I make, I'm still trying to improve my English. Please be gentle~... Oh, Sengoku Basara and all of its characters belong to CAPCOM, not me. That is all :)

Plan 6: Rapunzel, Roll Your Hair! Princes are Playing Firefighters!

Alright, first thing first… No, he hadn't lost his mind. And no, he didn't get amnesia either. Sanada Yukimura knew exactly how in the world did he manage to get into this situation he was currently in. But the one he didn't know, nor did he understand, was what part of brain did he use when he decided to storm into the burning apartment. But yeah, it was too little too late to regret it, looking at the fact that he was now trapped with no way out.

Yukimura shook his head like being slapped repeatedly, sweeping his mind clean from any disturbance. The heat started to get him good… bad, whatever. He wasn't in the best position to think about words or grammar. Thinking about how to keep himself alive would be the best choice he could take right now.

But maybe it wouldn't be that easy.

First, Yukimura didn't have any memory about splashing himself with water before going in to fight the fire. That was his first, and most, stupid move. With wet clothes, he might get a good chance to survive until he could find the next step he should proceed with. But with his dry clothes, he might as well come out as crispy bacon from the microwave… Really? Microwave…? And second, going in was one thing. But going out? Did he ever think about how would he escape from the building after breaking in? No, he hadn't.

"I'm so stupid! Forgive me, Oyakata-samaaaaaaaa!" Yukimura yelled on top of his lung, still doing his best to run from one corner to another to find the safest place. "I, Yukimura, have failed you once aga-…! Ouch! Hot!" he yelped, flapping his hand around to avoid the roar of fire.

Okay, calm down. He had to calm down. It wasn't easy, but he had no other choice but to push his anxiety to the lowest possible limit. Only with that should he be able to think clearly even for a second. Yukimura took a deep breath, only to regret it later with so much smoke filled with throat. Backup plan, just keep on running with his feet on the ground and brain on his head. Yukimura rolled the invincible gear inside his skull to think…

It looked like there was not enough time to think either.

The fire spread ridiculously fast. Yukimura started to feel insecure, not that there was any secure feeling inside him to begin with again. Would he be able to get out of here alive? Great, when he managed to convince himself that his life was worthy enough to be considered beautiful, this kind of thing just had to happen. Was it God who was testing him? Or was it his destiny that was playing pranks on him? Only time could tell, anyway.

Still, who cared about that? All that was important in the mean time was running and kept on running!

"God, if you send someone here to save me… I promise I won't do something stupid like planning a suicide again!" Yukimura prayed his heart out. Well, he would be lying if he said anyone would do, since the first person he had in mind was Sasuke. But that would be impossible; he knew it that much. The second man in the list, which was supposed to be the first by the way, was Takeda Shingen. But if Sasuke was unlikely to appear, what made him think that HE would show himself?

"Yukimura!" a voice Yukimura knew called. The brunette stopped dead on his track, not literally of course. He turned his head to look around, making sure whether he heard it right. Did he imagine thing? But that voice… Where did he hear it again? "Yukimura! Where are you?!"

"M-Mitsunari-dono…?" Yukimura gasped. He couldn't believe it. "Mitsunari-dono!" Yukimura yelled, seeking the source of that voice he just heard. Mitsunari's voice once again called his name and Yukimura took it as a cue to run. He swung his legs like mad, desperately searching for that man who kept calling him. "Mitsunari-dono!" he screamed on top of his lung and coughed a couple time, thanks to the smoke who blocked his air way.

But that worth it. The moment Yukimura stopped coughing, a man with silver strands of hair popped out of nowhere… Okay, from the next room. Ishida Mitsunari's eyes widened the moment he found Yukimura stood right in front of him. He quickly approached the shorter man, ignoring the flames and crackling woods around him. Yukimura's face was beaming from happiness. He smiled so wide his cheek almost fell off, but it turned out that he should not have thinking so highly about dramatic rendezvous.

Mitsunari lifted his fist so fast Yukimura almost didn't see what was coming for him. The man with inverted pyramid bang slammed his fist down Yukimura's head, almost cracking his skull in process. The brown haired man yelped in pain, quickly nursing his throbbing bump with shaky hands. "What were you thinking?!" Mitsunari barked, lecturing Yukimura who didn't even spare him an ear to listen. "Running into this burning place… Are you stupid or something?! You-…!"

Yukimura sniffled. Seriously, that punch must have damaged his brain and snapped a few circuits inside. "I-I'm sorry!" he apologized, bowing his head as low as his neck allowed him. "B-but… What are you doing here, Mitsunari-dono?" his curiosity got the best of him. Mitsunari's face twisted into indescribable expression almost immediately; Yukimura wondered if it would be better if he had never asked.

"Mitsunari!" another voice… Yukimura's ears twitched. He knew that voice, not as well as Mitsunari but he knew he had heard it before. But no matter where and when he heard it, the sensation he felt bought nothing but undesirable memory. He had a bad feeling about this… No, scratch that. He had the worst feeling ever about this one.

"Hey! Wait up, you-…!" that loud and rich voice, the tone that lured him even closer to madness and anxiety… Yukimura just couldn't get it wrong this time.

Two men, one with spiky hair and the other with an eye-patch covered his right eye… Both of them ran through the fire and debris, doing the impossible if people wanted to exaggerate things. Yukimura's face turned sickly pale. From all times, why would they appear here in this kind of condition? He wanted to hide himself but it was a little too late for him to carry out his plan. The moment he saw them, the very same moment the noticed his presence. And again, where would he hide anyway?

The spiky haired guy gawked, his jaw opened so wide a fly could perform an expedition by going into his mouth. The next guy… Date Masamune, if Yukimura recalled it right, followed Ieyasu's stare and locked his gaze in Yukimura's shocked figure. From his expression, Yukimura could guess that he too hadn't predicted this kind of meeting. But no, he didn't show something so extreme like Ieyasu did. If only he did, the brunette would surely pass out from too much pressure.

"K-Kiss-…?!" Ieyasu stuttered and pointed at Yukimura, speaking incoherently due to a remembrance of the earlier incident. His face went even redder, realizing exactly what he just said. 'Damn it! Snap out of it, Ieyasu!' his inner self scolded. Mitsunari lifted an eyebrow while Yukimura slapped his own face for even blushing from embarrassment. Why should he refresh that part of his memory?

"Kitten?! What are you doing here?!" Masamune shouted, also pointing his finger at Yukimura. Mitsunari's eyebrows now were fully raised, reaching the maximum height and almost touching his hairline. Yukimura chewed his lower lip and shut his eyes; this just couldn't get worse…

Mitsunari felt like he was the only one who knew nothing about what was going on. "Kiss? Kitten? What're you talking about?" he questioned out loud, catching all of the participants in this conversation off guard.

"Nothing!" Yukimura and Ieyasu answered in unison. Both of them spun their head so fast their neck almost snapped, exchanging looks without any clear reason. It only took about 3 seconds for them to have their face painted in darker shade of pink. The boys immediately acted like stranger again and refused to make any contact. Mitsunari frowned, something was going on here and he intended to know. Not now maybe, but later for sure.

The white haired huffed. "You'll spare me the detail later," he commanded, glaring at Ieyasu to proof his seriousness. "For now, we better get out of here," Mitsunari suggested, tugging Yukimura's hand to pull him away from that place. The younger lad followed for a moment before a sudden revelation hit him. The reason why he risked his life by going into such dangerous place without something like a second thought…

Yukimura yanked his hand, successfully breaking the grip Mitsunari had on him. "I remember!" he screeched, eyes as big as duck's eggs. "The photos-…!" without more explanation, Yukimura dashed as fast as his legs compensated and left nothing but dust in his wake. His action left the other three speechless, unable to provide any spontaneous respond.

Mitsunari's eyes twitched from annoyance, unable to believe what the young man with the name of Sanada Yukimura had done in his watch. After what he did, putting his life in the line for saving him, all he received was another change to play 'cat and mouse' with that block head?

As for Ieyasu, who hadn't grasp the whole thing, was having a trouble to think whether he should try to calm Mitsunari down before he exploded. He knew the sign… But he didn't exactly understood just what was Mitsunari's relationship with that boy… What was his name again? Was he Mitsunari's friend? So Mitsunari did capable of having friend other that that spooky crow. So, what would happen if he told Mitsunari about his first impression and fateful meeting with his so-called friend…?

No, this thing just had to wait; he just wasn't sure that his safety would be guaranteed for the time being.

Masamune, as the last but not least participant in this mad man show, stared at the way that Yukimura passed just one minute ago. "So… What're we gonna do with that Kitten?" he waited for his friends' respond, but received none. The only thing Masamune found was another 'what-the-fuck' kind of eyes from Mitsunari. "What?" he shrugged.

"Kitten?" Mitsunari deepened his frown.

"Yes, and quite a sexy one at that," Masamune explained shortly and snapped his fingers, telling exactly what he had in mind. Ieyasu lost in his thought. Kitten… Masamune called that boy 'Kitten', while in Japanese translated into NEKO, which also meant UKE in relationship between-… Okay, he almost got a nosebleed; blame his undeniable creative brain for showing him pictures. 'Be strong, Tokugawa Ieyasu!' he encouraged himself.

"Um…" the yellow clothed man cleared his throat, lowering the tension in the atmosphere. "Okay, back to the topic," he chuckled awkwardly; finding it hard to think straight with too much smoke filled the air. And of course, it turned even harder with the threatening aura Mitsunari released. But why? "So, what are we going to do now?"

Ignoring Masamune's statement, which ticked him off, Mitsunari waved his hand harshly to end the conversation and walked the path Yukimura picked for him indirectly. "I'm going after him. You guys can leave if you want," he said and left as fast as he spoke.

Mitsunari ran like a storm, breaking through any obstacle he encountered. The heat started to get him, draining his cool a hole in a filled glass. His mind couldn't work as straight as before. Why was he doing this? Why did he even bother to think about that man's safety? Why did he go so far to the point of risking his life to safe Yukimura? Was it because Yukimura was a friend? Why did he see Yukimura as a friend? Why was a friend considered to be so important only this time? Why was there so many questions and 'why'? Now Mitsunari lost it.

In the middle of working his brain to death, Mitsunari caught a glimpse of a mop of hair. Yukimura… That was him! "Yuki-…!" Mitsunari's voice died in his throat. The wooden ceiling above Yukimura started to crack, unable to hold the weight it was enduring since the moment fire burnt it to charcoal. "Yukimura!" he shouted, realizing that it was a little too late for him to make a rescue.

"Slowpoke!" Masamune appeared in that instant, pushing Mitsunari back to give himself a boost in speed. He locked his arms around Yukimura's waist and pulled themselves away from the burned woods, which were falling right to them. "Phew, that was close… This is the second time I've come to your rescue today," the One-Eyed man sighed, desperately trying to slow his heartbeat down even though he refused to show it in his face. He had his share of pride to protect after all. "You okay, Princess?"

Yukimura hadn't let any sound escape from his parted lips since the moment Masamune tugged him away from the dangerous zone. His heart almost stopped beating; it was still possible to happen even now. The shaken teen only managed to give Masamune a jerky nod, doing his best not to appear rude in front of his hero. But that was all he could do at the time being since his tongue refused to work right even just to say "thanks".

"Mitsunari! Masamune!" Ieyasu joined his friends soon after, panting from too much running. Hate to admit it, but he himself knew it better than anyone that he was the slowest between them all. But it didn't mean he was the weakest. "Are you guys okay?" he asked, still trying to catch his breath. The oxygen got thinned in every second.

"We're okay," Mitsunari answered monotony. He walked closer to Yukimura, who was still trapped in Masamune's protective embrace. "Yukimura," Mitsunari wanted to lecture him, smacking his head once again to repair the connection inside… But he kicked those thought aside. In Yukimura's hand, a couple piece of photo was gripped so tightly. Those photos… So they were the reason Yukimura did something so stupid… despite the fact that he was already stupid the moment Mitsunari first met him. "Okay, we're getting out now."

Ieyasu lifted his hand. "Um… Hate to break it to you, but we're trapped now," he pointed behind, revealing a huge lump of debris that had blocked their way. Masamune cursed in English, losing track of his own native language. Mitsunari pinched his nose bridge, what should they do now? There had to be something they could do… But what?

*_SnBs_*

For now, let us take a couple steps back… About 27 minutes ago in America, Ha***rd University…

Studying was tiresome, especially when you did it half-heartedly. But like he had a choice… It was his fault that he didn't give it his all when the professor was explaining things in class this morning. He should have known better than that. Having English as his second language already prevented him from having an easy way in lesson. He always had to write everything down first to process every word later in his mind. But look at the bright sight. Just a couple more days and he could at last take a break from all these insanity and went back to his mother country. God, how he missed Japan already…

Already living his life for about four years in America, Sarutobi Sasuke already had enough with almost everything in his student life. But still, he was lucky enough to get a chance to study aboard. A lot of people spent their time praying to God and rushed back and forth to the temple to get what he already had. If only one little friend of his was there, everything would be perfect. But yeah, nobody could have it all that flawless in life.

"Would you stop daydreaming even for just one second, Sarutobi Sasuke!" a woman with golden hair snapped, smacking Sasuke's head with her paper fan. The poor guy yelped in throbbing pain and fell from his seat. There it goes every piece of imagination he had built for a while.

"That's hurt, Kasuga," Sasuke pouted, rubbing his skull to nurse it back to health. He pulled his chair back into standing position and landed his lower region on it lazily. "You could have use a gentler method. Right, Kotaro?" he glanced over his friend who just nodded in silence. Sasuke sighed, Kotaro hadn't been the best friend to talk to, but he's a good listener. If only he spared a few words now and then, it wouldn't be so hard to understand him.

"We're here to help you study! At least you can show that you're interested, Idiot!"

"Yeah, yeah… Sorry for that, I'm just a little preoccupied at thought there," the autumn haired man smiled softly. "I miss Japan already. Why can't it be summer break already? I wanna go back," he laid his head on the table and stared at his empty paper. He hadn't used it to write anything since the moment they started their study group one hour ago.

Kasuga huffed, crossing her hands in front of her chest and turning her face away from Sasuke. "Dumb, you're not the only one missing Japan. I want to go back too, but at least I'm more patient than you to act suitably to my age," she grumbled. "I want to meet Kenshin-sama. Even Kotaro wants to meet his gramps, right?" Kotaro once again nodded without any solid answer.

Sasuke frowned, maybe Kasuga was right. He should have known that it wasn't only him who wanted to get the hell out of here. The three of them came from the same country, from Japan, and the three of them had maintained their desire to go back since long ago. But at least his friend had it easier than him with those calls from their loved one. Kasuga always rushed out from the room they were crashing at to pick up her phone. It was always Uesugi Kenshin on the line. Seriously, didn't she have parents or sibling that cared for her other than this Kenshin guy? Even Kotaro once in a while opened his computer to read e-mail from his gramps, Hojo Ujimasa.

All that left was Sasuke. Yes, his parents kept in contact with him sometimes, but it wasn't them that Sasuke waited all this time. He loved his parents all right, but there was someone else that occupied Sasuke's mind all the way to its root. His precious old friend, Sanada Yukimura... Sasuke remembered it like yesterday, the moment he had to leave Japan. It was really hard to turn his face away from Yukimura's teary eyes. It wasn't like Sasuke was his only friend, but Sasuke really was his only best friend who treated him like his own brother.

If Sasuke recalled it correctly, he gave Yukimura his number that faithful day. He still kept his number on use ever since, but Yukimura had never call him even once. Had he forget about him? That couldn't be possible. Maybe he just got busy with his school life. After all, both of them were still students to begin with, Yukimura even younger than him. He just entered his second year in high school, if Sasuke remembered it right. Four years apart…

"I wonder what he's doing right now…"

"Whoa, now that's sucks…" Kasuga snorted mercifully. Sasuke frowned at the thought of Kasuga mocking him. What the hell? But hearing noises in the background, he realized that either Kasuga or Kotaro had turned the TV on. Japanese language… it had to be a Japanese TV then.

"The fire which had caused a lot of commotion in Hikiyama apartment took a sudden turn into something worse. Right now, the firefighters were doing their best to extinguish the flames, but no actual result has been presented. The police are still trying to secure the place…" the lady on TV explained the situation.

Sasuke scoffed. He couldn't care less about it; forgive him if he sounded rude. After all, every last piece of his brain was now painted with red color and Yukimura's name. He just couldn't wait to go back to confront him. He bet Yukimura would be more than thrilled to have him back. "What a wonderful plan," he chuckled lightly and turned his head around to take a look at the screen. The news was still being broadcasted…

The reporter lady gasped, mouth gapped like a fish out of its pond. "Ah! Someone is breaking through! Camera, quick!" she chirped tensely, stabbing her fingers over nothing to show the cameraman where he should steer his lenses. The TV then showed exactly what happened at the scene. A young man, younger than Sasuke from the way he looked, used his chances and fooled the officer in charge.

'It's a little late to play hero, tough guy…' Sasuke thought grimly, watching the ridiculous attraction from his country. He could only shook his head at such stupidity, moreover when the other three guys followed their idiotic friend's path. 'This's stupid, they're all dead meats,' he sighed. But after a second thought, that young man… He did look like a certain someone. He had a resemblance to a boy he knew.

The autumn haired lad observed the screen carefully, burning the images in his retina not to miss any details. The camera zoomed straight to the first actor, the one who started the race into the fire. That guy… That waving long brown hair, dancing in the air as he running around and slicing the wind… That big brown orbs; cloudless and innocent like a child's… That familiar looking necklace that kept jingling whenever he-…

"WHAT THE HELL?!" Sasuke screamed and pushed himself up, face declared his shock. He literally shoved Kasuga and Kotaro out of the way and glued his face into the screen. "YUKIMURA?!" he questioned even though the answer had been floating in his mind.

"Stupid Sasuke, what the heck are you doing?!" Kasuga furiously nursing her hurting shoulder and glaring at Sasuke. The said man didn't even spare her a glance and proceeded with moving toward the door. "Wait, where are you going?" she asked, clearly confused about what was going on with her friend even with her being extremely annoyed at him.

"Isn't it obvious?! I'm going back to Japan!" the green jacketed man declared and slamming the door shut, leaving both of his friends looking dumb-founded.

And so, I'm finished with this chapter. Please give me your review, I will appreciate every word you give to me. It's very important to keep me going... I'll post the seventh chapter later but I can't guarantee a fast update. But please, for the reader, wait patiently until I can satisfy you with the next chapter. Until then, farewell.

Rie