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 again. After another long wait, I come here again with the 8th chapter! Sorry for being such a slow writer, please forgive me! My college life is such a mess, I have to take lots of make-up exam for my problematic score in my previous exam. But anyway, holiday is a holiday! And I'm gonna use this time to do my best on this fanfic! Anyway, for the reviewers...

Takara: Yaaaayy! Can I really ask for your drawing? OMG! I'm so happy! Sorry if I'm kinda rude but... I'll be happy if you can draw any moments you find interesting from my fic. Like... a screenshot... or something... A-anyway, thank you very much for your review! The one you give on my other fic before feels like a scolding for me, but that's what I need! Thank you very much for your support! Please read this chapter and enjoy! Oh, review again please XD

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And that's all! For the other readers, thank you for reading and here's the 8th chapter for you. I'm sorry for any grammar mistake, English isn't my native language and I'm still learning. Well, enjoy the story and please review!

Plan 8: Two Knights Come to Play! Greet Them, Princess!

Again and again… This day surely was sucks for Sanada Yukimura.

Like what had been said in the previous chapter, the said man was currently being trapped inside a life-death situation. No, there weren't any weapon or poison… But this thing was extreme as well. Yukimura didn't even know where to land his eyes. His first choice was to look at Masamune, but the condition Masamune in was a little inappropriate to be stared at… Especially for Yukimura who kept blushing non-stop. Then there was the second choice, which was for him to put his focus on the stranger with ridiculously long brown hair. That guy's hair had a slightly darker shade than his-… But who gives a damn about it?!

Yukimura gulped awkwardly. Maybe he had to fix his appearance first, starting from pulling his underwear up. Yeah, that should do it… at least for now. Thanked God the three of them were all male. Otherwise, the heat of humiliation might burn him to dust in mere seconds.

"Huh? Aren't you gonna pull that off…? Why bother to tug it up?" the stranger spoke nonchalantly. Yukimura couldn't help but blushing at the straightforward question; lack of any harm but sharp like the edge of a knife.

The brunette stuttered, keeping his voice as sturdy as possible. " Sh-shameless! I'm not going to take it off with you watching!" he huffed, but then he heard a desperate sigh from the opposite side of the room. He quickly glanced over to Masamune, seeing the disappointed look on his face. What the-…?

"That's not okay! Your underwear is dirty, is it not? You can't wear it again, take it off!" Keiji declared. He was an honest guy, not even a hint of ill intention in his firm voice. But still, if only he could be a little more… observant about this kind of situation, it would certainly help Yukimura to keep his calm. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about, we're both… Oh yeah, Masamune is here too. The three of us are male, it's normal!" the tall framed man grinned widely and approached Yukimura with his usual friendly behavior.

And like we already knew, Yukimura just wouldn't accept this kind of help. There was no way he would take off his remaining clothes with so many eyes watching…! Yes, 3 are more than 2 so it was obviously 'many'! But Keiji just didn't get it. Yukimura backed off a couple steps, trying to appear as polite as possible while carefully avoiding the guy. "Keiji, cut it out!" Masamune scoffed and stepped up to barricade Yukimura from any weird touch of Maeda Keiji.

Of course, the craziness shouldn't stop right there… Since there are noisy steps hammering the floor right outside the room.

Without any sign or knock; the door was already opened; Tokugawa Ieyasu stormed into the room with Ishida Mitsunari tailed right behind him. They were gasping for breath, an obvious proof of late exercise they were doing just now-… Running, no innuendo. And the sight they got the moment they barged into the room worsened their condition. Ieyasu had his heart stopped pumping for a second. Yukimura in his underwear-…! Masamune in his towel-…! Keiji in his usual too-friendly style-…! Just what in the world happened?

Sadly, the spikey haired dude didn't get a chance to ask when Mitsunari suddenly grabbed his katana, which was hanged on the wall. How did he move so fast, neither of them could provide an answer. "What in the world are you doing, you pesky pest?!" he growled ridiculously loud like a hungry lion, eyeing his prey. But not Keiji… He was eyeing Masamune, for some reason. "Just what can't you understand when I said DON'T DO ANYTHING WEIRD?!" so he clearly misunderstood.

"The fuck-…?! So it's my fault now!" Masamune shouted, pointing at Mitsunari as an evidence of his objection.

Keiji's eyes widened at the sudden turn of situation. This one looked bad. "Whoa, guys-…! There's no need to fight! You can put your katana down, Mitsunari-…!" he waved his hand around, trying his best to kick the heat down to the acceptable limit.

Masamune wasn't pleased. "Whose fault do you think it is, huh?!" if only he didn't have his hand full with his towel and Mitsunari who was ready to strike him down any moment, he would've taken his swords and chopped the flamboyant lad's head off of his torso.

"M-Masamune-dono…! Mitsunari-dono…! Please, calm down!" Yukimura yelped, swallowing hard the lump on his throat. Forget his own embarrassment, this fight just had to end soon or something bad might happen. Especially since Mitsunari got a pretty good grip on his katana…

"Yeah, I think you should calm down, guys… We've got enough audience as it is," Ieyasu chuckled heavily, using his thumb to point at the crowd outside the wide opened door. Mitsunari swung his head around; loosing the tight grip he had and gave a chance for Masamune to steal his weapon. Keiji whistled; he hadn't expected the commotion would cause this kind of attraction. And Yukimura… Well, he froze. But not before screaming his lung to the very end while trying to cover up as much as he could.

*_SnBs_*

"So that's how it is!" Keiji's cheerful laugh bombed the whole room, cracking the pleasant silence straight to its core. Mitsunari bit his lip to prevent himself from going into his unstable zone again. Why must this dude test his patience with his ridiculously loud voice again and again? His patience was in an alarming condition and Keiji's behavior didn't give him any help… at all. "You should have said so…! What was your name again?"

Yukimura, sitting next to Mitsunari with his body rigid from the tension, exchanged look with Keiji before answered politely. "I'm Sanada Yukimura. It's nice to meet you," he said with a slight bow.

Seeing how tensed and pale Yukimura was, Keiji showed his best grin and lightened up the atmosphere around them. Well, he was the one at fault for suddenly kicked the door open and invited himself into the room. "Nice too meet you, too, Yukimura!" he greeted, acting like the best buddy already. "I'm Maeda Keiji, but you can call me Kei-chan if you want to!" both Mitsunari and Ieyasu raised an eyebrow at that statement.

"Enough with this nonsense, Keiji!" Masamune barked; kicking his leg backward and smacked Keiji's back with it. The lad yelped at the sudden trob, Masamune just couldn't do it gentler with his strike, even with his friends. "And do your goddamn work already!" he added with a growl. His back and shoulder were all stiff from today's activity and all Keiji did was poking at it. He was supposed to massage it, for God's sake!

Ieyasu scratched the back of his head awkwardly. The room was still in the very same condition, heavy air and dark atmosphere. Mitsunari crossed his hand in from of his chest, signaling everyone else that his mood was situated at the lowest bar. Nobody should mess with him at the moment and Ieyasu got it right away, he just hoped Keiji took the hint as well. Yukimura sat next to him in a bathrobe, apparently slowly adapting himself to his surrounding. His face was a bit red, probably remembering bits of the previous introduction with Keiji… the first impression was important and Ieyasu got an idea that Keiji just ruined his.

Masamune lay on his chest on his bed, relaxing his muscle and waiting for Keiji to give him a good massage. And last, there was Keiji who was busy running his mouth dry and forging Masamune's patience until it was sharp enough to kill him. "Keiji, I think you shouldn't make Masamune wait for long," Ieyasu laughed half-heartedly.

"Oh, right!" the brown haired guy, not Yukimura, had a bulb blinking over his head. He quickly climbed on top of Masamune and started to do some real work. Ieyasu sighed in relieve, the first step was a success. Masamune moaned in displeasure from having his muscle being stretched but the slowly enjoying the pressure. Like he said before, Keiji surely knew how to put his fingers for good use. "Oh, since I put you into such trouble," Keiji muttered to Yukimura who flinched from the sudden call. "Do you want me to massage you too?"

Hearing such an offer, Yukimura shook his head instantly. "N-no, it's okay! I do not wish to trouble you for doing such a thing for me!" he refused. But Keiji wouldn't take 'no' for an answer right now. He jumped down from Masamune who was protesting from his half-assed job and pulled Yukimura with full force, preventing the shorter guy from yanking his hand away. "M-Maeda-dono…!"

Keiji chuckled, throwing Yukimura to an unoccupied bed and flipped him to lie on his stomach. "It's okay, just relax okay?" he told Yukimura as stripped him off of his bathrobe. Mitsunari jumped into his foot and reached for his katana but Ieyasu stopped him with one hand. His other hand was used to cover his own eyes… He didn't want to add any more ingredients for his sick imagination; he had had enough. Masamune gapped, that Keiji really had no shame at all. If he recorded this and sent the tape to the police, Keiji might be thrown into jail for attempted rape charge.

"Maeda-dono…! I-I don't think-…!" the son of Sanada family tried to escape from Keiji's clutch but his own body betrayed him the moment Keiji's skilled fingers landed themselves on his skin. "Aahh-…!" he gasped, drawing a gulp of air into his lung from overwhelming pleasure. "Mmph-…! Ah-…! Haaaa…."

"See? Feels good, right?!" another chuckle from Keiji. "Wow… You sure have a good skin, Yukimura!"

"Good skin…? Thank yo-… Ahh, t-there…" Yukimura started to feel sleepy.

Mitsunari and Masamune were twitching from the sight. The reaction was a little bit too much! Yukimura was a practical man, putting every word into reaction was his best skill. But the way he showed his feeling this time was…. Just… too… much! Ieyasu was the first one to give up. He released Mitsunari's hand and the breath he was holding unconsciously and dashed toward Yukimura and Keiji.

Without saying anything, Ieyasu pushed Keiji away and tugged Yukimura's limping form into his own body. "Right, I think that's more than enough!" he laughed for no reason, actually trying to hide his own embarrassment. "It's kind of late so I guess you should go back to your own room now, Keiji! Isn't that right, guys?!" and more laugh. Mitsunari and Masamune looked at each other and then focused back on Ieyasu, didn't have anything to say… or maybe didn't know what to say. "Right!" Ieyasu agreed with himself.

"What? Huh?" Keiji was dumbfounded.

"Okay, say goodbye to Keiji, everyone!" Tokugawa Ieyasu helped Yukimura to sit on he bed and examined the whole room. "And now it's time we dress you properly, Yukimura! Where did I put those clothes-…?"

The one-eyed man scoffed, opening his own wardrobe to dress his own body. He started to feel cold in only towel, and Keiji didn't do his job like he was hoping for. "What clothes? You didn't bring any clothes here," and from the look he placed on his face, Masamune guessed that Ieyasu was shocked.

Keiji pointed at himself innocently, "If you want, I can lend you mine, Yukimura," he offered. Four pair of eyes… Oh, three pair of eyes and one extra eye were all focused on him for quite a while, as if there were asking for his sanity. "Is there something wrong?" Of course something was wrong. Ieyasu's lips were twitching, this idiotic drama just had to end now. He had had more than enough for today.

"I think mine will do," Mitsunari sighed. Wearing Keiji's clothes… Yukimura would look like a cat drowned in fabrics. Ridiculous.

"Don't bother, just use mine," Masamune grabbed a pair of underwear and t-shirt. "Here," he threw them to the space next to Yukimura. "You can us this tonight, we'll look for something else tomorrow. And that bed, you can sleep there."

Ieyasu tapped his thigh while his brain was working. "Clothes… Well, you can't live with only borrowed clothes from people… Maybe we can hunt for something at the store," he muttered before realizing about the payment. Of course, Yukimura had no money. "Don't think about the money, okay? I have more than enough in my wallet," he explained with a smile.

Don't think about the money… As if Yukimura could do that! "But that's not fair, Ieyasu-dono! I can't let you pay for my-…!" before he could finish his sentence, Ieyasu cut him with a hush and finger on his lips.

"It's okay! Just think of it as an… apology for early disturbance," he tried to lure Yukimura's brain to work the way he wanted. "And also… THAT incident," he bit his lip, trying to show exactly what he meant. But an airhead he was, Yukimura didn't have any idea about what Ieyasu was indicating. "Nah… Forget it."

"Tomorrow? Tomorrow is Monday, we have classes," Keiji sliced the flowery conversation like a butter knife; clearly ruining the moment Ieyasu was trying to build.

"Classes? Nah, who gives a damn about class?" Masamune snickered, slipping his hand through the hole on his clothes. Wearing clean shirt made him felt like a human being again, thank God human knew how to made such a creation. "Count me in! I can spare some for your goods too, like toothbrush for example. And talk about money…" now that Masamune remembered, there was no way he would let this slip by untended. "Give me back my money, Ape!"

Mitsunari was the fastest guy Masamune had ever met, but under a certain condition… Keiji could beat him when it came to escaping. He waved his friends goodbye and slammed the door shut before any of them could even gave a respond.

*_SnBs_*

And so, the morning came…

To make it simple, let us just say that the night wasn't exactly easy for them. Tokugawa Ieyasu, for example, had the worst nightmare ever… It wasn't really a nightmare since parts of it was interesting if only he could remember, but still the fact that he was dreaming about it was slowly made him questioning his own believe. What was he dreamed about? Sadly, the said guy refused to leak any information out but apparently, it was something worth mentioning about him and a lad named Sanada Yukimura.

But that was another story.

As for now, the five of them were standing in front of a store-… Yes, five of them. Sanada Yukimura, Date Masamune, Tokugawa Ieyasu, Maeda Keiji and Chousokabe Motochika. Mitsunari said he would be late for their shopping, or so he told Yukimura since he found it useless to inform the other. Yukimura, who had nothing else to wear, had no other choice but to borrow another clothes from Masamune's collection. It wasn't his place to complain, but somehow Masamune's taste didn't suit him all that good. Like, Masamune liked his clothes to be stylish yet show his wild side. While Yukimura preferred to have his clothes simple and easy to wear.

Then again, it wasn't really a problem. Yukimura was thankful enough to get an opportunity not to walk around naked. He had to show his appreciation for Masamune later, when he found exactly what he could do for the other lad. Still, what remained in his head as a question was… the other participants who suddenly included themselves in the main party. Even Ieyasu and Masamune hadn't predicted this.

"Again, for the fourth time since this morning… May I ask for what reason do you bring yourselves here to join us in this activity?" Masamune questioned, a hint of sarcasm lingering on his voice. "It's Monday, we have classes and you know it," he frowned at Keiji.

Chousokabe Motochika slapped Masamune's back with his palm and grinned, he didn't do it half-heartedly so of course Masamune would jump from the blow. "I don't give a damn about classes! You, of all people, should have known!" he glanced over his shoulder to take a better look at someone he just met not long ago. "And I was kinda curious about this 'Masamune's boy toy' people have been talking about."

"About what?!" Ieyasu gawked, clearly lost and staring at Masamune like a shocked child. "You-…?! Wait, boy? You changed your taste?" he just realized what Motochika just said. And more idiotically, he just noticed exactly whom Motochika was talking about. "Wait a minute. You're talking about Yukimura?!"

"About me-…?" Yukimura cocked his head sideway.

Masamune closed his eye for a moment and snapped it opened again just for glaring at Keiji and his monkey who was hiding on his master's hoodie. "Keiji… You better explain this," he didn't say it but the thrill in his voice was already a threat.

Keiji waved his hand in a defensive manner. "I-it's not my fault! People have been talking about you, you know?" he started but exactly when should he start? "Well… Girls have been drooling over you but you've never spared them even a glance, let alone dating them. So some people make a conclusion than you are… um… how should I say this…? Well, different. Like, not straight. And then news is spreading and some are questioning about how you taking care of your SF, you know… sexual frustration. And then another conclusion came up, like, you bought some cuties from the street for fun and-…"

"Enough of this nonsense!" the dragon wanted to rip Keiji's face but it wasn't like that would clean up every mess he and his kind had created.

"Wow… I'm amazed about how creative people can be," Ieyasu exhaled a lump of breath wearily. "Don't you think so, Yukimura?"

Yukimura shrugged innocently… or at least he tried to. "I… I think so."

Motochika had to step up into this problem, else there will be no end to this. " Guys, c'mon, stop wasting time already! Just do what we came here for and get things done as fast as we could, 'kay?" he grinned and once again added one more hand mark of Masamune's back. "Try to relax a bit, you're too stiff! And your name…?" he glanced over Yukimura, since for some reason he hadn't get any name from the said guy.

"Sanada Yukimura, it's a plea-…"

"Chousokabe Motochika," the white haired guy finished the introduction with no chitchat. "And now, Yukimura, we have lots of things we have to buy! Time for some shopping, boy!" he laughed again and linked his arm around Yukimura's shoulder. "Hm, you have a good form! That's a pride for a real man!" Motochika said, groped Yukimura's muscle for a short observation.

"Really…?" Yukimura's eyes were sparkling like thousands stars were trapped inside.

"Of course! You have a potential to have a great shape!" Motochika strike a pose, and showed exactly what a great shape was using his own body. "Are you interested in judo? Or maybe kendo?" Yukimura's ears perked the moment he had Motochika's question. Of course he was interested, Takeda taught him a little about judo and how to handle sword when he was young… a toy sword, there was no way Takeda would let him handle that kind of dangerous weapon. "That's great! You should train with me sometimes and I'll show you how tough I am, for 'to' in my name stand for tough!"

"Wow…! That's amazing, Chousokabe-dono!" and that was how Yukimura and Motochika became friends. "I'm looking forward for a chance to train with you!"

All Masamune, Ieyasu and Keiji did was watching from the side of the stage. "That's unexpected…" was the very same words that were coming out from their mouth in unison. They were amazed by how fast those two could became friends… But for Masamune, there was more of an annoyance than surprise inside his heart. That Yukimura guy was supposed to be his rival… or sparing partner, so what was he doing making promise to train with others-… or fight-… whatever.

How lively… And they hadn't even begun their shopping.

Okay, we're gonna stop here for today.

I'm sorry if I can't satisfy you guys with this chapter, since I'm not satisfied with my own work as well. But I promise I'll do better in the next chapter so please wait until then. So... what do you think? Please tell me your comment about this chapter and leave a review. It'll help me to improve my... skill... My mood, that's for sure.

Thank you for reading. Until the next chapter!

Rie