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 everyone! This's Rie-chan with the seventh chapter... I'm sorry for the long wait, things haven't been going all that well... I'm supposed to study now for my exam but... Well, I don't care! I wanna write this so I'll write this! And before I forgot... I know it's a little late but MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR! And now, for those who had gave me their reviews...

Rosette1811: Thank you very much for the review! My study… well, it wasn't going all that well… But who cares? And I'm very happy you think this story is getting better so there's no way I'm abandoning this! Here's the next chapter for you, please read it and tell me what you think!

Takara: I'm sorry for the late update! I'm such a slow writer… You're Xiao Takara, right? Are you serious? Drawing something for me? For real? I'm so happy! Ah, and this's the seventh chapter. Please read it and give me your review! I'll be waiting!

Butterfly Meadow: I'm sorry; Sasuke is not the one who saves them… But anyway, he'll make his appearance later! And since you're okay with any pairing… I think I'll give you so many fan services! Please read this chapter too and give me your review!

supercutekillerkittenofdoom: Ahaha I love Yukimura with all these bad things! Well yeah… sometimes I feel bad for him but I'm a sadist, what can I say? XD Thank you for your review and please read this chapter to your heart content!

Ranging0Wolfen0Girl: Yay for Sasuke too! I'm going to keep up my good work so please read this chapter as well and give me your thought! And thank you for reading!

xBunny: Oh, should I make SasuYuki pairing available in this fic… Maybe I should. If anyone ever asks for it again, I'll make Sasuke available for Yukimura but the ending is still a mystery! Just like a BL game! Mwahahaha! Please read this chapter and give me your review. Oh, I got the picture from Zerochan, if that helps. :)

Haruka-Oneechan: Thank you for liking this story! Here's the next chapter, please read it and review!

And for the other reader who reads my fic., thank you so much. This is the seventh chapter, please read it. I'm still learning so of course there'll be mistakes... Please be gentle as always. :) And so... right to the next chapter we go!

Plan 7: Don't Judge a Book by Its Cover; Judge It by Its Price!

The situation got even hotter from time to time, all thanks to the flames which kept getting bigger and bigger in every passing second. Ishida Mitsunari, Date Masamune and Tokugawa Ieyasu were doing their best to find a way out. With their only way out got blocked by hot debris, all they could do was working their brains like mad for a sudden revelation. And before any of you asked what Sanada Yukimura was doing, the said man was currently giving his all to slow his wildly beating heart and keeping himself from fainting.

Still trapped in Masamune's protective embrace, which brought a slight flush to Yukimura's face, the brunette clutched the photos he just saved from the cabinet. The reason he risked his everything… Seriously, what was he thinking?

"Hey, you've been quiet for a while," Masamune tapped Yukimura's forehead with his fingers. "If you have anything inside this head of yours, share it with us. We're in a pinch here," he sighed impatiently. Yukimura opened his mouth to say something, anything, but then he shut it back close. He didn't have anything to share, sadly. "What're you gapping around for? What, being hugged by me affected you that much?"

Yukimura's face turned red like a boiled lobster. He hadn't predicted that such question would come out of the One-Eyed Man's mouth. "H-how shameless!" he shouted, breaking the grasp Masamune had on him and running further away from the man. "I-I would never-…!" the rest of the sentence disappeared in the midst of coughs that emitted from Yukimura. The smoke managed to find its way into his throat and lungs.

"Whoa! Easy, there!" Ieyasu rushed straight to Yukimura's side and stroked his back, trying to ease the pain and discomfort. "Here, lay down of your chest," he instructed, forcing Yukimura to kneel and pressing his body to the ground. The brown haired man yelped from the surprise, which was obviously normal since Ieyasu's action was lack of warning.

Mitsunari growled; feeling a little irritated for no actual reason if the treatment Yukimura received wasn't the cause. "Just what are you doing, Ieyasu?!" This wasn't the time to play around; their life was threatened right now. But from what he observed, he was the only one who thought so.

"You should do the same, Mitsunari," Ieyasu replied while pulling Masamune's hand to bring him down in a less gentle way than with Yukimura. "The smoke rises, so does the heat. You can get a better chance to draw oxygen down here than standing tall like that. I learn it from experience so you can have a guarantee at my statement."

Okay, he got the point.

The silver haired man huffed, lowering himself on his knees and bowed his body as low as possible to take a deep breath. Ieyasu was right, the air felt lighter and cleaner close to the floor. But they wouldn't be able to survive just with this tactic. Sooner or later, the fire would devour the whole place. If they kept up with this strategy, they would only get a chance to get out of there as crispy corpses.

So, what should they do?

Mitsunari inhaled a deep breath, filling every space in his lungs with oxygen, and yanked his head up for an immediate observation. There was fire everywhere, threatening to burn them alive like witches in old tale. Well, aside from the fact that every one of them was male, they could always share the same fate. But then, in the middle of desperation and frustration, Mitsunari caught a slight glimpse of hope.

A window… That was it! How could they forget such an important hint for their escape? The window wasn't all that big, barely able to let them passing through 100% unharmed with so much flames surrounding it. And it was locked… Well, just because it was not opened it didn't meant that the hope was nothing but diminished. Think positive, this was their only chance. Now, it was their do or die time…

"Yukimura, the window-…?!" Mitsunari mentioned, unable to say anything else due to his own cough. Yukimura spun his head around, glancing over at Mitsunari first then looked around for what the said man shouted for before.

"Ah, that window!" Yukimura gasped. "It's no use, Mitsunari-dono! The key's broken, we can't open it without breaking the glass!"

The answer from Yukimura raised a huge question mark above Masamune's head. He seriously wondered how in the world did that brain of his work. "Kitten," he spoke softly but his tone was strangely frightening. Yukimura flinched slightly, feeling a Goosebumps crept through his whole body. "If that's the case, all we've got to do is BREAK THE DAMN GLASS!" he barked, pressing the last words hard to show his emotion.

Pushing aside the fact that the windowsill too had been mostly devoured by the fire, Masamunec charged like a horse in war. Mitsunari bit his lower lip; this just had to work. It wasn't like he actually approved what Masamune did, acting like a mighty hero in white tux… Okay, he wore blue. But no matter what the case was, he had to admit that he too would do the same thing if only the one eyed guy didn't even bother to make the first move. Ieyasu and Yukimura, on the other side, gapped like a fish out of its pond and chanted their silent prayer for all of their safety. Masamune's safety was one thing, but it would be meaningless if he were the only one to survive.

"This is it!" Masamune soared his war cry and lifted his leg to send his best kick. Kicking wasn't exactly his forte but it wasn't like he had that many of a choice.

"Is anybody there?!" a voice broke Masamune's concentration in mere seconds.

"Holy crap!" the black haired lad yelped and accidentally tackled his own leg, falling so pathetically and successfully ruining his whole heroic action. The pain he felt when his back and skull kissed the floor was indescribable, but at least it was bearable… much better than losing his last eye. "That hurts like shit…!"

Ieyasu clamped his mouth shut, trying not to laugh in this kind of serious situation. But the scene when Masamune fell just too funny for his liking… Mitsunari and Yukimura sent their focus toward the door. The voice came behind those flaming woods… Could it be that someone was coming to save them? For real? "Someone's here!" the voice declared with a loud voice. "Hey? Can you hear me over there?"

"Yeah, we can hear you clearly!" Ieyasu replied, coughing a bit to clear his throat from laughter.

The man, or at least the voice gave them a hint of masculinity, outside informed his comrades… It seemed he wasn't the only one who came to rescue them. "Okay! Now please get away from the door!" the youngsters were stunned for a moment. There was no door… "… Or anything that left of it…" the man sighed as there was no answer from the opposite side.

"Oh…" the four of them nodded and quickly scrambled out from the way. The man counted to three and somehow managed to open the way… Okay, he used the axe in his hand but neither of those four could saw how he did it. The splinters of woods flew everywhere; some of them were devoured by fire to ashes before it could land on the floor. "Wow…" Ieyasu chuckled. It was the second time this kind of thing happened and somehow his life was saved… again.

"Good!" the firefighter who came in just now scanned the whole area. "Is anyone hurt? No? Great, lets get out of here!" he announced and led the way for them to get out of the damned building. But sadly his action just ticked Masamune off.

Who said nobody was hurt? If only he observed anything carefully, he might see how Masamune winched and rubbed his throbbing back and head. The fall he experienced wasn't exactly that amazing and dangerous, but it still caused him to wince a bit. There might be a bruise somewhere… No bruise could make him surrender but still, a little show of support could help him a lot. "Shit…" the one-eyed guy cursed behind his breath. "Nobody's hurt… Right."

"Um… Masamune-dono… Are you okay?" Masamune opened his eye wide to see a mop of brown hair right in front of his nose. Yukimura was exploring his whole built with his eyes, looking for something Masamune guessed as a scar or such.

"Yeah, there's nothing to worry about. You see?" he showed the younger guy how he moved his body so freely. His muscle felt a bit sore but it was nothing dangerous. All he need was just a massage… He could ask Keiji later, that guy was experienced in that kind of thing. "C'mon, let's get out of here."

Yukimura nodded but his movement was kind of rigid. He glanced at Masamune and opened his mouth, only to shut it seconds later. Masamune watched him curiously as walking forward, carefully avoiding a certain fragile part. Mitsunari and Ieyasu had left first, how could they leave him like this? Those idiots… "Masamune-dono," Yukimura called as catching up with Masamune. The other guy replied with a hum and Yukimura accepted it as a sign to continue talking. "Thank you… for saving me before," he said with a smile. Masamune lifted an eyebrow, a bit unsure about what he should say.

And all he could do was just smirking. Yeah, his usual cool looking smirk. "Sure, don't think so much about it… Kitten," he let his tease shoot Yukimura straight on his heart… or at least that was what he was aiming for. Seeing this guy blush added a certain flavor of joy inside Masamune; that was for sure. "What? Should I call you princess instead?"

"Stop teasing me, Masamune-dono! I'm a man, and calling me princess is totally inappropriate!" Yukimura protested with a pout… such a cute pout. Masamune hold himself form laughing. Yukimura was a funny guy and he enjoyed talking to him, even just for a moment of joking around.

The black haired guy put his palm on Yukimura's head and messed his hair. "Whatever you say… So, what do you want me to call you? I hadn't catch you name… Yura? Yukiri? Yumura?"

Hearing Masamune's statement left Yukimura speechless for a moment. With a gasp, the brown head bowed his head as low as possible. "I'm very sorry for my rudeness, Masamune-dono! You've give me your name but I haven't even tell you my own!" he apologized with a bombing voice. "My name is-…"

"Date-san! That's Date Masamune-san!" a woman screamed out loud. Yukimura raised his head so fast he got himself a slight fatigue. Masamune spun around and bit his lip hard not to say anything dirty. It was a habit he had built since he was a kid, letting his foul mouth pumping out any word he desired when he was in a pinch. The said guy tugged Yukimura's hand hard to look for a way out, clearly trying to find his comrades in process. But all he could find was Ieyasu and Mitsunari in their own troubling crowd. God, it was hard to be popular…

"You've got to be kidding me…" he gritted his teeth. Ieyasu met his eye and smiled apologetically, while Mitsunari kept glaring at the microphones that were being shoved right onto his face. They were right… There was no way out for them, nor Masamune. "Fuck…"

"Date-san! Please give us some comment about this incident!" a reporter rushed to his in an instant. Flashlight raided his vision like no tomorrow. "For what purpose did you run into that building?" the other questioned his without any break for breath. "Date-san, what do you think your family will say about this-…?" another question and Masamune's patience started to run thin.

Masamune shoved his way out of the crowd but they kept following him. None of them were willing to give up, pushing their way closer to their prey like a vulture. Masamune then tapped Yukimura's head and pointed at the ambulance not far from them. "Go there for now, I'll be there after this's over," following an instruction was an easy task but the reason to follow it was the obstacle from doing so. "No more question. I'll go there with Ieyasu and Mitsunari later. Go now," Masamune cut him clean, leaving no room for argument. And so, Yukimura did.

Sanada Yukimura dragged himself to the ambulance and sat there. The paramedic offered him an oxygen mask and a towel, but Yukimura refused them politely. What he needed for now was clean water to wash his face. The dust and ash had managed to cover most of his body, wiping it off would be a huge help to keep his spirit up. And like an angel in the midst of war, one of the nurses gave him a bowel of water and a clean towel. Yukimura thanked her and drenched the towel inside the bowel. The cold water managed to wash not only the dust in his skin, but also some of his exhaustion.

Splashing cold water onto his face for a final clearance, Yukimura glanced around to get a look at his friends… Friends? Were they really his friends…? They did introduce himself… except one of them but that wasn't really a problem. They also saved him and his pho-… That was right! The photos! Yukimura fished the photos from his pocket; he shoved them in right before the firefighter opened their way out.

In other's eyes, they were nothing but normal pieces of multi-colored papers. But for Yukimura… They were his priceless treasures. Inside those sheets, there was him… smiling like everything he had in life was the best thing a boy could ever dreamed. No, it wasn't like he was a rich boy who could buy everything he wanted. Far from that, he was a poor boy whose everyday food was a bowl of plain rice and tofu… okay, and meats if he was lucky. But anyway, money wasn't something he possessed back then.

But there was someone back then who was able to keep him happy like a rabbit with its carrot. Not just one man but two men. Yeah, they were Takeda Shingen and Sarutobi Sasuke. Those photos were filled with their memories together. In one piece of photo, Yukimura was smiling so wide with Sasuke sat behind him. Both of them were playing swing, siting together like a totem pole. Yukimura remembered Sasuke's words like yesterday, he kept insisting on hugging Yukimura in case the younger boy would fall when Takeda used too much power to push.

In the other photo, Takeda was letting Yukimura sat on his shoulder. Takeda Shingen was a tall and muscly man so lifting the small Yukimura was an easy task, like flipping his palm. Sasuke was the one who took the photo of both of them. And last but not least… the tree of them took one photo together. They ask a passer by to take the picture. Sasuke and Yukimura were standing side by side, posing as cheerful as they could be, and Takeda was hugging them from behind like a good father… In Yukimura's point of view, Takeda Shingen was a figure of stepfather he could always rely on.

Just thinking of those memories was enough to bring a slit of smile on Yukimura's face. He wondered, though, how those precious friends of him were doing. Now he missed them more than he ever had.

"You're smiling. That's a good thing, despite the adventure we experienced just now," a familiar figure flopped down onto the empty seat next to Yukimura. The chestnut haired boy released his focus from the photo and let his eyes fell on Tokugawa Ieyasu. "So that's what you're risking you life for," spikey added with a wide friendly smile.

"Yes," Yukimura didn't know what he should say anymore. All he did then was putting himself on the chair he occupied not long ago. From what he saw, Masamune and Mitsunari were still busy with their problem. It seemed Ieyasu was the luckiest of those three since he was able to finish everything in such a short time. "Um… I'm sorry."

Ieyasu's ears perked on that sudden apologetic tone. "Huh? What for…?" Yukimura kept his mouth shut; couldn't find the best way to explain what he wanted to say. In the end, he tugged his hand up and pointed at his lips with a vivid blush. That was enough to click the button inside Ieyasu's brain. "Oh… That. Well, it's not your fault… I think," his answer was awkward but at least he was able to give a respond. "A-anyway, since you were coming out with Masamune from that place I guess you two already did the introduction. As for Mitsunari… Well, he was the first one to run to save you so I think it's kind of obvious. That makes me the last one to presented myself. My name is Tokugawa Ieyasu, it's very nice to meet you."

Yukimura was hesitated for a slight moment before he took Ieyasu's hand with a grin. "It's also very rude of me to leave without introducing myself back then. My name is Sanada Yukimura, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Tokugawa-dono," he said with a bow.

"Tokugawa…? Heh, you can drop the formality, Yukimura," Ieyasu scratched the back of his head. "You can call me Ieyasu, you know?"

"But that's impolite, calling someone you just met with their given name!" Yukimura defended himself, declaring his idea of politeness.

"Huh? Does that mean you've known Mitsunari and Masamune for long? You were calling them by their given name, if I recall correctly…"

"… Oh God! That was very rude of me!" Yukimura somehow just realized what he had done. "Please forgive me, Ishida-dono! Masamune-dono! Tokugawa-dono!"

"Enough," Mitsunari's voice silenced both Yukimura and Ieyasu the moment he let himself being heard. "What have you said to him, Ieyasu?" he asked with a growl. Ieyasu chuckled awkwardly and shrugged, he didn't even find himself doing anything wrong… at least not now. "Just call me Mitsunari just like before, it's weird to switch to my family name after you've been calling me by my given name," Mitsunari patted Yukimura's head like a puppy and asked the paramedic to hand him towel and water. Ieyasu did the same. " So, what're you planning to do now, Yukimura?"

The said lad cocked his head. "Huh? What?" Mitsunari leaned his head toward the apartment where the firefighter almost finished their work to put the fire out. "Oh… I don't know. I mean… I think I'll look for a new place to stay…"

Both of the princes exchanged look with each other. "Ah…" Ieyasu gathered his courage to speak. This might sounds stupid but he just had to ask anyway. "How about you're coming with us?" Yukimura slammed his mouth shut and stared blankly at Ieyasu. Mitsunari wanted to slap face so hard, why couldn't this idiot read the situation. But yeah… even he wanted to say the same if Ieyasu show no initiative. "I mean… you have no place to stay, and you things… I don't even think you have any clothes other than what you wear now… So… I know it sounds weird, coming from someone you just met not even yesterday… But… If you're willing… You're welcome to come with us."

"… Really?" Yukimura asked.

"Of course! Even Mitsunari is waiting for you to say yes! Right, Mitsunari?!" Ieyasu slapped Mitsunari's back with full force, minus bad intention but the impact was still disturbing. Mitsunari frowned at him but then quickly softened his muscle with a nod. "See? C'mon, we promise we have no ill intention! We just want to help you. And… it's not like we live in a big house or something… Actually, we live in a dorm but if you want we can take care of everything. Our place is very flexible and the residents there are friendly… well, most of them. So? What will it be?"

"Yukimura," Mitsunari called calmly. "Come with us, you won't be a burden."

The youngest one of them stared at his photos for a while, considering the offer those guys just gave him. He hadn't known them for long… but they were willing to risk their life to save him. If it wasn't for them, he might not be able to stand-… sit there. Maybe this was the present God gave him after all his efforts in life. "I…" he gapped, strengthening his resolution. Nothing bad will happen, he was sure of it. "I want to come with you… if you would have me. Please take good care of me," Yukimura said with another bow. What else could he do, he was a polite boy.

"Good! So he's coming with us!" Masamune suddenly popped out of nowhere.

"Masamune-dono! Have you finished with your task-…?" Yukimura's words were being cut with Masamune's palm suddenly covered his mouth.

"No, I haven't! I've had enough of this! Let's get out of here!" the one-eyed man blabbered so fast Yukimura almost couldn't get what he said. Yukimura wanted to ask exactly what was the three of them were getting themselves into, being surrounded by so many reporters and cameras… but he just didn't get the chance. With a lightning speed, Masamune grabbed Yukimura and ran together with Mitsunari and Ieyasu. The crowd was letting out such disappointed comments, but the princes just couldn't care less. After all, it was the best time for them to bring their princess away with them.

*_SnBs_*

Let us now see Sasuke's condition… Still in America, of course.

"What do you mean there's no seat left?!" he barked at the lady on the other line with his mobile in his hand. His hand was busy shoving every piece of clothes he had into his bag. The books were just too heavy so he decided to leave it there. "Just give me a ticket, I don't care where I sit! This's emergency! What? Next week?! Are you crazy! My friend will be dust already by then! Please look for something sooner, I can't afford to wait for too long!"

The lady asked him to wait for a moment while she was looking for something… maybe trying to find an empty seat for him. Sasuke himself knew it wasn't an easy task and he felt bad for the lady but he just had to do this. After all Yukimura's well-being was at stake here!

Why in the world didn't he call him? Why didn't Yukimura tell him about his condition? And why didn't Sasuke try to find out how Yukimura was doing all this time? Sasuke gripped his bag so tight in his palm, holding himself from ripping all his belongings to pieces.

"God… If you do exist, please keep Yukimura save…" the autumn haired lad prayed, closing his eyes in desperation and begging for a relief from this invincible torture. All he wanted for now was seeing Yukimura and making sure the said boy would never leave his vision again… Even if that meant he had to bring Yukimura to America with him. "Ah, yes? What?! You've got to be kidding me-…!"

*_SnBs_*

Now back at Yukimura and the gang again…

Remember when Ieyasu said that the place they lived at a dorm; no big house or something like that? Now please scratch that. The dorm they were living at was ridiculously big. Yukimura kept gapping since he moment he caught the sight of the building. Like a hotel… no, maybe an England themed mansion… The garden itself was huge, full of green plants and flowers. This had to be the place where rich kids lived. Yukimura suddenly felt a little out of place. If it wasn't for Masamune, Ieyasu and Mitsunari forcing him to go in, he would never stepped his foot on such place… Nah, even touching the golden colored gate would take so much of him.

"Ahh… home sweet home!" Ieyasu took a deep breath, relaxing his muscle.

"At last…" Mitsunari sighed, rubbing his sore shoulder. It was at last the time for this tiring day to end. He just couldn't wait to sleep on his soft bed. The four of them were walking on the corridor side by side. Masamune kept complaining about how bad the service and safety in the dorm but from what Yukimura saw, this place just had so much service and the safety was unquestionable. "What's wrong?" the white haired prince asked Yukimura. "You've been quiet for a while now."

"N-no… It's nothing, Mitsunari-dono! But this place is so big… I was taken by surprise!" Yukimura said in awe, observing the whole place like a peasant inside a palace.

"Is that so?" the yellow clothed man chuckled. Yukimura was an honest boy, so did his expression. "Ah, I think you should change your clothes, Yukimura. Hm… Will my clothes suit you…?" Ieyasu quickly clamped his mouth shut at the image of Yukimura wearing his one size bigger T-shirt… The hell? "Um… Maybe Mitsunari's or Masamune's will do?" he scratched his cheek with nervous laugh. Masamune and Mitsunari looked at each other and sent and questioned look at Ieyasu. "Okay… maybe I should look for someone about Yukimura's size to lend him some clothes… Please excuse me," and with that Ieyasu left the group.

Mitsunari turned around to leave as well. "I'm going to the cafeteria to ask if they have something left for us to eat," he was about to walk away when suddenly he stopped and glared meaningfully at Masamune. "Don't do anything weird," he warned. Masamune smirked, didn't even know exactly what Mitsunari meant. Seeing Masamune's respond, Mitsunari huffed and walked away.

"So it's just the two of us, huh?" Masamune rubbed his neck in exhaustion. "C'mon, lets go to our room. You're staying with us, right? If I recall correctly… there's one more bed there, since it was actually a four-person room…" the dragon souled man led the way to their lair and opened the door with the key he possessed. The room was as big as Yukimura's apartment and seeing it made Yukimura gasped in shock. "Stop gapping around… Wait, what is you name again?"

Yukimura realized how their conversation got sliced up clean back at the apartment. "That's right! I'm sorry; my name is Sanada Yukimura! Please take good care of me! It's very nice to make you acquaintance, Masamune-dono!" he immediately lowered his head.

Masamune stared at him funny. "Heh, you sounded like a newlywed wife," he smirked in the midst of his tease. Yukimura raised his head so fast, almost breaking it in process, and looking at Masamune with his round brown orbs. "Easy, Tiger. It's just a joke," Masamune just couldn't get enough to play with this guy. "Anyway, I'm going to take a shower now. You can wait for your turn here and… oh, you better change first with this," the one-eyed man threw a bathrobe at Yukimura. "It's better than naked, no? It'll be a pain to wash those sheets unnecessarily," he opened the bathroom door and closed it.

It wasn't long until Yukimura head the water sound hitting the floor behind that door. Maybe he should change himself. Checking the front door that already been closed, Yukimura slowly lifted his shirt one after another. It would be safer to lock the door but Ieyasu and Mitsunari hadn't come back. What could happen in such a short time anyway? And now… should he take his underwear off or not…? He would be wearing a bathrobe, so maybe it wouldn't really be a problem to keep it in tact. But it's dirty… Maybe he should take it off…

The long haired guy hooked his fingers on the rubber of his underpants and was about to slid it down as quick as possible when suddenly the door slammed open.

"Masamune, you're back?! Hey, about your money-…!" a guy with a long thick hair entered the room uninvited. His voice died when he caught sight of Yukimura in such an awkward position, with his body half bent and hands on his underwear… almost sliding it down and revealing his most precious part. "… What?"

"…" Yukimura lost his voice. He wanted to scream but should he really scream? "Um… M-Masamune-dono is in the bathroom…" he explained. What should he do? What should he do?

"Who are you?" the guy with three feather hair accessories cocked his head in curiosity. "Could it be…?! Are you Masamune's boy for the night...?!"

It was really just simple words… but it was enough to send Yukimura screaming like mad from embarrassment. And what he hadn't predicted was the fact that Masamune suddenly burst out of the bathroom, wearing only towel around his waist. "What the hell?!" he shouted, rubbing his eye to clean it from any shampoo. Yukimura's face turned as red as boiled lobster while Keiji's jaw dropped so low it almost coming loose. That was exactly the most awkward moment in Yukimura's life… especially when he was standing there half-naked with a mysterius flamboyant guy and a new friend with only a towel to wear…

It's finished! It's finished! At last, this chapter is finished!

It's been a while since I wrote any fanfic… I've been so busy I almost forgot how to type a story. Anyway, did you like it? Please tell me by writing a review, it'll help me a lot and keep me going! And that's all for now. See you in the next chapter!

Oh, and once again... MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Rie