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: Such a long time since I last updated-… Oh, right! Hello everyone, this's Rie! I'm sorry for the long wait again! But here, this's the next chapter for you all, my best reader ever! Thank you for waiting so patiently for this chapter…! And oh, the reviews-…!

Rosette1811: Aww! Thank you very much for your review! I'm happy you offered yourself as my beta reader, really! But… Hmm, I'll PM you later about it, okay? XD Anyway, I can't promise to so Sasuke anytime soon… But when he does, I promise I'll give him what he deserves! I promise! So please, wait patiently until then! Oh, please read and give me your review again! Thanks XD

soulevans27: Thank you for your review! I did a good job-…? Really? Aawwwwww, I'm happy to hear that! I'll try to show more of IeyasuxYukimura moment so please, keep reading this fic and show me your thought, okay? Thanks again!

xiaotakara: Aaaaahh! Takara-chan! Thank you very much for your reply the other day! I'm so happy! I'm still waiting for the dra-… OMG, what am I saying-…? A-anyway, thank you very much for your review! I'm trying to mess everything even more with Motochika and Keiji's help; did I do good? He he he, please tell me what you think, okay? Oh, and the draw-… (get a bitch-slap) Okay, I'm gonna shut my mouth…

anon: Anon, thank you very much for the review! Rating M-…? W-whoa… I don't know if I could do it-… I mean, I'd love to see those boys getting all hot and sweaty and sticky and panting and-… And sexy, of course! B-but it'll depend on your reviews, readers! Should this turn into something more dangerous, or should we keep it sweet and fluffy? Please keep reading this fic, Anon! And please, give me your review!

Azab: Ah! Thank you, thank you, thank you for your reviews! Okay… So you like KeijixYukimura, voting for Ieyasu and also rooting to see some MorixYukimura and MusashixYukimura… I think I can manage some of that! XD Tehee! Please keep reading and give me reviews! Thank you!

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And so, for the other reader who wasn't mentioned up there… Thank you so much for reading my fanfic! Please read this new chapter and tell me your thought about it! I'm still learning, so there'll be lots of mistakes to find… But please, like always, be gentle with me. And so, since I think there'll be no need to hold you guys any longer thank this… Onward to the story, then! Enjoy the ninth chapter, guys!

Plan 9: Oh Fairy God Fathers! Dress Him Like Cinderella!

Mitsunari saw his reflection on the mirror, frowning as usual. People spoke behind his back about how easy wrinkles may appear on his face if he kept this up and he knew exactly how soon he should stop his habit. But old habit died hard, especially when his surrounding kept mocking him with its stupidity. "That's all I came here for," he spoke coldly, lack of emotion but clear enough to state his intention.

Standing in the middle of a dark room, Ishida Mitsunari waited for a sign to leave the room in peace. There was more than enough bulb but almost none of them were being turned on. Actually, none of them. The only illumination he could spot was two sets of candle which fire was dancing playfully. What era did that man think he was in? The sengoku era was long gone and he still used fire for light? At least he opened the curtain, but the sunlight could barely find a way in with the big wooden table and chair hampering its way. No wonder the room smelt weird and humid.

"Really?" the man on the chair muttered. Mitsunari's frown went even deeper. This man's behavior was seriously starting to get on his nerve, in a different way from Keiji. He could at least look at him when he was speaking, but than man just had to keep sitting on his damn chair and facing the window. If he were on an assassination mission, it would be a perfect chance for Mitsunari to stab the man on his back through his seat. "And what's your intention for telling me this?"

So he was asking for something, at least it proofed that he was listening. "I want you to give a permission for Sanada Yukimura to attend as a student of Basara Gakuen," he asked unhesitant, showing no wave of uncertainty. "As for the tuition and other things he needs to follow the school's requirement, it'll be in my-…"

The man cut him before he could finish his sentence. "And as far as I know… I haven't say I agreed with your request," he chuckled darkly and Mitsunari gritted his teeth. Why must this man testing his patience now, from all time? "Is this the wish of Sanada Yukimura himself to attend here… or is it YOUR wish for him to tail you here?" the man finally spun his chair around, placing his hand on the table and staring at Mitsunari with his sharp eyes. The line of age had made a way through his skin but the flow of strength was still living in his soul, Mitsunari could see it as clear as day.

Such question… The silver haired man lowered his head slightly. He hadn't predicted this kind of question. Was it really important? Wasn't all the school need was the tuition and the quality of the students inside? From what Mitsunari had seen, the quality had never been questioned… Since Basara Gakuen wasn't really all that strict when it came to it. So why would the chairman asking about this?

"It's…" Mitsunari struggled with his answer.

"Your desire," the chairman completed his response. He was right; it was Mitsunari's desire but still… Mitsunari clenched his fists; he had had enough with all of this. It was either 'yes' or 'no', nothing else matter. "But it's okay… I'll give you my permission."

Misunari snapped his head up, surprised that the chairman would so easily give his agreement after such a meaningless conversation. He was expecting more sarcasm and test behind his words but everything was over with his victory. "You have my thanks," he quickly responded, didn't want to give a chance for the chairman to change his decision. Mitsunari then turned around to leave the room but the chairman's voice made him halt.

"He's here under your supervision," the chairman spoke. "Any kind of unruliness he created will be your responsibility."

"I understand," was the only reply Mitsunari provided before opening the door and slammed it shut. The man then sighed and laid his back on his chair, hands of its armrests. He spun around, back to his original position, and once again eyeing the scenery outside the glassed window. The light felt warm on his skin, adding a certain mix of color of his partly whitening hair. It was kind of rare for him to see Ishida Mitsunari having an interest to do something like asking for his help.

The chairman then opened his drawer, pulling out a piece of envelope and white paper. He wrote something on top of it with black ink and wrote his name on the lower right corner. Matsunaga Hisahide.

"Sanada Yukimura… What kind of man are you to perk an interest in Ishida Mitsunari?" he whispered with a smirk.

*_SnBs_*

"Like I said, put those damn lousy clothes down!" Masamune slammed his hand of the railing of the clothes' rack. He was fuming like a kettle and obviously starting to run out of breath from too much shouting. "Just what can't you understand, dammit?!"

Ieyasu formed a pout with his mouth and shrugged confusedly. "What's wrong with my choice?" he questioned, clearly didn't see the mistake he made from Masamune's point of view. The one he picked was the best he could find, and of course it would surely suit Yukimura like a glove for his hand. "And… I don't think the one you choose will suit him, Masamune," the spikey haired lad ran his mouth carelessly.

Masamune's eyebrow twitched. How dare this guy commented on his taste! "And what makes you think so?!" the blue color fans grabbed the shirt he chose and shoved it right in front of Ieyasu's nose. That way, all Ieyasu could see was black. "Can't you see?! The fabric is soft and silky, obviously comfortable to wear if your skin works just fine!"

"Um… I can't see a thing, Masamune," Ieyasu replied with a chuckle.

"Dude, please," Motochika marched into the small fight like a wise man, waving around his hand as if sweeping around the empty air. He walked so elegantly, like waltzing on the catwalk, and pushed Masamune away from Ieyasu not so roughly. "Both of your choices aren't that bad… Well, you guys have your taste. But," he suddenly pulled something out of nowhere… a shirt? "This! This is what we're talking about when you say… the best," he finished with a smirk.

Keiji whistled, clapping his hand at Motochika's performance. But not for his choice. Masamune gawked with his jaw opened wide while Ieyasu whose face was now free from any obstacle could only forced a smile. It wasn't like the shirt Motochika picked was that bad… Nah, it wasn't good either. The color was the worst problem ever. Bright purple with pink lines sprayed over all over the fabric… Yukimura winched a little, realizing that his eyes could barely endure the combination's effect. Aside from that, the clothes were a little too revealing for his taste. Maybe it would suit Motochika but surely not Yukimura.

Masamune gave a mocking laugh. "I can't even find the right word to respond. A+ for you, Motochika," the black haired lad shook his head. It looked like he was the only person in this room who knew exactly what was the meaning of style. The other was just pieces of chatting blockhead who were eager to please their own confidence. "Really! Pink and purple?! Can't you be gayer than this?!"

"Don't you think the chest part is too… revealing, Motochika?" Ieyasu bent his body forward and observed the clothes carefully. Just seeing it made him imagine lots of thing; including of himself wearing that costume… The thought gave him a shudder.

Motochika tapped his feet on the floor repeatedly, "Hey, listen! A real man can turn pink and purple into the manliest color ever!" he explained, using himself as the living example. He himself wore purple and pink but nobody called him girly. Either they had no courage left to challenge him or he really was manly; well, his body proportion made it obvious. "And second, a real man should show no embarrassment for letting the world see their chiseled muscle! They should be proud!" he completed his lesson with a smack on his chest.

And there they went; enjoying the time they wasted on their meaningless argument. Motochika refused to back down, neither was Masamune and Ieyasu who kept pulling more positive advices about style up their sleeves. None of it actually helped but at least they tried… No, it worsen thing up. Yukimura sat on the red chair, waiting for the other guys to pick one for him already. If only he could he wanted to settle this himself but then again, he didn't want to appear ungrateful for what they had done for him. It was their money that was being spent; Yukimura had no right to give his voice in this.

Whatever they picked for him, he would take… Just please God, let them settled on something good enough for him to wear. He wouldn't really feel all that comfortable with those clothes which looked like the tailor had ran out of materials. Was that even possible? But then again… Less material meant more space for him to move and-… Okay, it did sound appealing but thinking about the situation and location for him to wear it somehow discouraged him.

Since the other three were currently busy with their discussion, Yukimura had lots of free time to spend sitting side by side with Keiji. But even Keiji had something to do to kill time. For example, seducing the employees. Most of the women he winked at kept blushing and giggling while doing their job; some of them left his side only when another costumer called them. From Yukimura's point of view, Keiji was a true lady killer-… not literally, of course. Then again, it was rude of him to label someone as such just by looking, not even knowing them for more than one night.

"So, how are you doing, Yukimura?" the bigger built young man asked cheerfully, lacing his hand around Yukimura's shoulder. It appeared he had nobody else to talked to, since all the employees who swooned at his gaze regretfully had to finish their job.

Yukimura nodded with a sincere smile. "I'm doing great, thank you for asking, Maeda-dono."

Keiji sighed, neither in desperation nor frustration. "Again, with that –dono thing… You can just call me Keiji if you want to, or Kei-chan if you prefer," he joked… Wait, maybe he was serious considering how Keiji's personality was. "But then again, it's your choice. I don't like forcing someone to do something, actually," he smiled. Yukimura's eye twitched slightly. Somehow, his words just now contradicted his action last night. "Ahem… So, may I ask you something?"

The brunette shrugged, eyeing Keiji curiously. "Sure… What is it, Mae-…" Keiji lifted an eyebrow, bending the corner of his lips upward to form a playful smirk. "… Keiji-dono…?" Yukimura polished the end of his sentence much for Keiji's delight.

"Okay then. So, Yukimura… Are you a foster child?"

"Eh?" Now it was Yukimura's turn to raise an eyebrow. "A foster child…? N-no, I'm not-…"

"Maybe you've helped a billionaire or an important dude… Have you?"

"No, I don't think-…"

"Did you have an amnesia, then?"

"I don't-…"

"Then you're an acquaintance of Date family, I presume? Or Tokugawa? Or maybe Takenaka?"

"I-…" Yukimura shook his head. Exactly what was Keiji's purpose for asking so many unrelated questions? None of these made sense. He didn't even get a chance to finish another one of his answer when Keiji cut him clean with a sharp but polite statement.

"Then none of this made sense," he sighed and scratched the back of his head. He mumbled and tapped his lower lip while observing Yukimura carefully and so thoroughly. To tell the truth the whole thing of this interrogation thing made Yukimura felt uncomfortable but it felt like escaping was no route to pick. "Ah, you seduced them then-…!"

Yukimura's eyes went wide, almost as wide as his gapping mouth. "K-Keiji-dono…! How shameless!" he shrieked and jumped straight to his feet. Keiji gritted his teeth immediately and planted his index finger over his lips, trying to drown Yukimura's loud voice beneath his hushed breath.

Not to his surprise, the other three spun their head and rained them with questionable stare. Masamune slanted his eye, growling quietly without any hearable rumble. Ieyasu and Motochika bent their eyebrows; Ieyasu looked like he just witnessed Keiji kicked a puppy. "Ah… It's nothing," the lad laughed forcefully, waving his hand frantically to blow the attention away. He then laced his hand around Yukimura's shoulder and tugged him down, and thankfully Yukimura obeyed without putting much of a fight.

It took about 3 seconds before Masamune started arguing again about his friend's taste of clothing. Keiji used his chance to proceed with his mission. "Wow, that shocked me… You sure have a loud voice, huh, Yukimura?" he sighed with a light chuckle, splashing Yukimura's face with a vivid blush. "I have no intention to offend you by asking those question; just curiosity… I mean… Yeah, you've told me the whole story but still… It amaze me how you're able to get so close to those Princes when other couldn't even lead them far enough to talk."

Wait… Princes-…? Yukimura tilted his head. "Princes-…? Prince, as in the one with white tux and white horse…?" he couldn't find a better way to describe it-… What? Every charming prince came in one packet with a huge white horse. And of course, red roses. "Who are you talking about, Ma-… Keiji-dono?"

Keiji slapped his thigh hand in excitement, hand enough to leave a mark. Yukimura wondered if he had asked something that should be left improbable. "Of course we're talking about them!" he pointed his thumb at Masamune and Ieyasu. And his grin; Yukimura was more than sure now that he had asked the right question alright. "Date Masamune! Tokugawa Ieyasu! Ishida Mitsunari! Those guys are the Princes of Basara Gakuen!"

There should be flowers and ribbons flew, trumpet being sounded, applause raided from every side of the room… Because Maeda Keiji just shown the world how amazing he was in giving one guy an information that should be spoken in a different kind of enthusiasm. "Wow…" still, Yukimura got caught in the heat of the moment. "Amazing… That's so cool, Keiji-dono…!" he clenched his fists, eyes sparking like trapping thousands of stars inside.

"Date Masamune!" Keiji started, eyes scanning his target. "The oldest son in Date Household, the heir of the throne in Date Company! He's strong, handsome, stylish and could easily made any girl drowned in ecstasy just by looking at him with his wild eye! I don't know what happen to his right eye, but other found it quite a mystery and somehow added it to his charm point!" Keiji took a deep breath and continued. "Tokugawa Ieyasu! The one and only son in Tokugawa's family and also would be the one to inherit his family's fortune! Has about 11 half brothers and sisters, but none of them have good relationship from what I've heard… But all of them are fabulous! Ieyasu himself is not only smart and attractive, but he's also kind and friendly and knows how to use his fists for good use!

"Last but not least," Keiji crossed his hands in front of his chest and leaned in close to Yukimura, increasing the suspense and mood of mystery. "Ishida Mitsunari… He is the real mystery… He is the foster son of the billionaire Takenaka Hanbei! Excellent in almost every subject and mastered in Kendo; his was in using sword is amazingly amazing! But still, his silence and cold attitude is what draw people to fear but intrigued to him…! And that's all… Thank you for listening and have a nice day, my lovely audience!" Keiji bowed as low as his neck allowed him and Yukimura could do nothing but giving him an applause.

"That's amazing-…!" Yukimura was practically gleaming. "Then, are you a Prince too, Keiji-dono?"

The taller boy jerked his head back up and stared at Yukimura dumb-founded. And then, it took him only 1 second to break into laughter. "Me?! Of course not!" he waved his head frantically. "I'm more of a Knight! Me and Motochika, we're the Knights of Basara Gakuen!" looking at Yukimura's confused face, Keiji decided that he maybe could spare some of his time to teach this lost boy a lesson about their school. "Okay, here it is. In our school, Basara Gakuen, we have classes-… No, that's not right. We students have level. The highest level is the Prince. You know; powerful, rich, charming, status, intelligence… Something like that… Okay, maybe intelligence isn't really needed. Masamune, Ieyasu and Mitsunari reached that level, and so they are the Princes.

"And then, there are the Knight. Protecting the Prince IS NOT our job, since they're more than capable to protect themselves. We're more of… companions? No… Well, we're the second of the best in Basara Gakuen. As of the qualification, even I don't really know about it. It's not that different from the qualification to become the Prince but still we lack of the status… Anyway, Motochika and me are the Knights, also a couple other guys whom you've never met. There is also the Princess… Well yeah, we're not an ABS. All-Boy school, I mean. Those with intelligence will be placed in the level of Tactician. It's kind of stupid, even for me. It's not like we're really going to fight in a war…"

While Keiji mumbled to himself, Yukimura took his time to savor every detail Keiji just provided him. What an interesting school, Basara Gakuen. It was the first time he heard about such things as Prince and Knight of a high school. And if he recalled correctly, one of his classmates at his previous school mentioned about it. The school for them with promising future; no ordinary one would be able to attend there. They had high standard and hellish curriculum; the tuition wasn't exactly cheap either. The foods they provided for lunch were all high class; the cafeteria was as big as the ordinary school field… Most people he knew said, or at least mentioned, that the students were as uptight as their wallet. But for what Yukimura saw… It was the total opposite.

Wait… His previous school…? Right… With nothing left for him, how could he pay for his tuition? Did that mean he had to drop out from school? After what he had done to keep going forward, now was the time to give up? If he really did leave school, what should he do? And he couldn't keep crashing at the dorm, he had to leave one day. But where could he go to then? He had nowhere else to go. He lost his mobile; there was no way for him to contact Sasuke…

"YUKIMURA!" a loud voice bombarded all of his senses and snapped him back to reality. Yukimura flinched for a second and quickly searched for the source of that sound. Masamune wiggled his finger, signaling him to come closer while Ieyasu protested about how loud and inappropriate his voice was just now.

"C-coming, Masamune-dono!" the brown haired boy leaped to his feet and started jogging toward Masamune before bumping into a sturdy figure. He was almost lost his footing and landed on his butt when a pair of strong arm caught him on his wrist and waist. "M-Mitsunari-dono!" he gasped, eyes wide from shock. "I-I'm very sorry-…!" he babbled, wriggling around to free himself from Mitsunari's clutch.

Mitsunari frowned, shaking his head slightly. "Watch where you're going, Sanada Yukimura," he said with a sigh, but his voice was kind of warm and affectionate. So he did worried about Yukimura. "I'm sorry for being late."

Yukimura blushed; there was really no need for Mitsunari to apologize. If anyone had to, it was Yukimura. He made Mitsunari and the other skipped their class only to take him shopping-… No, to buy him his needs even more. "No, it's me who should apologize! Because of me, you have to-…!" he hadn't even finished his sentence when Masamune called him once more. "Y-yes!" Yukimura replied and made a quick dash to Masamune. The silver haired guy bent his eyebrows and growled quietly. But he still followed Yukimura, after all there was something he had to inform him. At least this had to be a good news.

"How slow-…!" Masamune grumbled. Thank God he didn't stomp his foot around like a brat. "Oh… So, at last, you've arrived, huh? What took you so long?" he noticed Mitsunari's presence and smirked. Mitsunari clamped his mouth shut; after all he knew exactly how Masamune would cut between his words when he answered. He just wasn't the type to put as much as an effort for something clearly futile. "Anyway, here! Try this one!" the one eyed prince shoved a piece of cloth toward Yukimura.

"This…?" Yukimura carefully observed the present he got from Masamune. The price tag said it was expensive enough for him to pay for his meal 3x1 for one whole month! But was it just him or the color was a bit hurtful for his eyes…? And the accessories was a little too much?" "Um… I appreciate it, Masamune-dono, but this is-…"

"See?" Ieyasu broke the tension and tapped Masamune's shoulder lightly. "I've told you he won't like that one!" he grumbled as pulling another piece from the collection, which was hanging on the rack near them. "Yellow will look good on you, Yukimura. Maybe you should try this one-…"

"Whoa! That thing-…?!" Motochika took a couple steps back and drew a sharp breath. He then quickly snatched the clothes before Yukimura could reach it and threw it back to the pile they had made from long arguments. "Like I said, yellow is so lame! He should go with something more-…!"

Masamune joined the discussion once again and another war broke loose. "Girlish and gay?! Dude, you pick PINK! Freaking PINK clothing with less material than my fucking mother's dress!" he swing his had around, acting like what Motochika just about to say was the worst thing ever.

The last prince was lost for words. Those idiots-… It was a mistake to leave this job to them. And it made him an idiot as well for even putting such a hope for them to accomplish it. How ridiculous. "Dammit…! Can't you just do your goddamn job like you're supposed to?! You're wasting our time!" he practically barked at his idiotic friends, or so he said.

The other immediately focused their attention at Mitsunari. It was Masamune who throw the first challenge; either he was overly brave or stupid enough to increase the heat of the fight… Which was not supposed to happen in the first place. All for a piece of clothes… "Oh yeah!? Then show us, O Mighty Ishida Mitsunari! What kind of clothes do you think will suit him, huh?!" he shoved his face so close to Mitsunari; their nose almost touching.

Blame it to Mitsunari's temper, but all he saw now was red. He shoved Masamune out of his way and fished another choice of shirt from the sea of fashion. And like what people said; nobody is right in the middle of war. Masamune laughed at him, Ieyasu rubbed his nose bridge and chuckled, Motochika shook his head while mocking his taste. And so, with this, Mitsunari joined the fight like a man he was.

Then, it left Yukimura and Keiji as the only neutral participants. Keiji laughed half-heartedly at his friends' behavior; sometimes they were childish enough to make kids frustrated at them. Even Keiji couldn't really understand the way their mind moved right now. "So now it's just me, huh…? Really, those guys," he grabbed Yukimura's hand and dragging him toward the rack of clothes on the corner. "Here, it's not that expensive but it's not that cheap either. The style is kind of simple but it'll be comfortable to wear. What do you say, Yukimura?"

Yukimura opened his mouth, gapping for a minute, then closed his mouth back to its original position. All he could manage to do was smiling. This was exactly what he was looking for! Expensive clothes would feel heavy on his shoulder no matter how light the material was, but when he knew the price was reachable at least the stress he would gain by wearing it would be decreased. "This is perfect! Thank you very much, Keiji-dono!" Yukimura beamed in happiness and Keiji could barely resist ruffling his hair. He looked like a puppy with a new toy; and Keiji loved cute things.

With Keiji's help, Yukimura managed to pick a couple descent clothes. Much to his surprise, keiji even asked him his favorite color and took all the trouble to find some with matching color, and even the accessories that would go along well with it. Nothing too revealing, nothing too wild, nothing too closed to hamper his movement… Everything Keiji shoved at him to consider was far better than what the other had decided for him to wear. So for now, from all people he just met to this point, Keiji was the most stylish one. And he was friendly too, thank God. By the time he finished with the task he had at hand, Masamune was strangling Motochika for a blue thin tank top the other lad waved over his head.

"Wow… They sure know how to have fun," Keiji whistled, clearly not all that amused with the way his friends acted. They were high school students but their behavior didn't show much of elementary school brats. "After 5 long hours doing nothing but kept bitching at each other, they still achieve nothing… This is unbelievable," at that, Yukimura couldn't agree more. "Anyway, I'll go to the cashier to-… Wait, Yumekichi?" Keiji blinked, suddenly realized that his hoodie felt a little too light for his liking.

"KYAAAAAAAAA! WHERE DOES THIS MONKEY COME FROM?!" a hysterical scream raided every corner of the building. Yukimura and Keiji dropped their jaw so low; especially Keiji. Yumekichi was jumping from one hanger to another, clearly having so much fun at his new playground.

"YUMEKICHI!" Keiji dropped the purchase at Yukimura's hand; who was clearly not prepared for the sudden change of weight. Chasing his monkey wasn't an easy task, apparently, since Keiji himself as the owner stumbled again and again even touching his pet.

Lost and didn't know what to do, Yukimura glanced over his shoulder. "M-Masamune-dono…!" he tried to call but clearly it was futile. "I-Ieyasu-dono, please help-…!" and again, he was ignored. A crash and Keiji's scream turned Yukimura into a trembling and sweating mess. This got to be a joke! Another yell from the employee-… "Mitsunari-dono, Keiji-dono is-…!"

"For fuck's sake; put it down!" Masamune shouted, kicking Motochika's arm after losing the last strain of his patience. "If you keep picking lousy choice and mouthing about my taste, you're asking for WAR!"

"Ah, that's exactly what I've been waiting for!" Motochika laughed like a maniac and trashed every last sheet of clothes he had gathered. Rolling his sleeves up and gripping tight his knuckle, he took a couple steps back and wiped the side of his nose with his thumb. "Bring it on, Boss!"

"Guys, stop it! You're bothering the other costumer-…!" Ieyasu did his best to stop Masamune and Motochika from doing anything stupid. The flames inside their eyes were meant to be real trouble any time soon. "C'mon, don't-...! Ah, Mitsunari, I think that won't look good on Yukimura…" he idiotically left some space for comment in such dreading moment. Mitsunari glared at him with his dagger-sharp eyes and bared his fangs at him.

"Keep your mouth shut, mongrel! My choice is far better than yours! You think yellow will be better?! Ask if!" Mitsunari roared and rapping with such a fast speed exactly what he thought about SpongeBob's color.

"SOMEONE, PLEASE STOP THAT MONKEY!" the woman shrieked, Yukimura had to find a way to block his ears with no hands to prevent himself from turning deaf. The whole plan was ruined! Yukimura bit his lips, couldn't really believe how messed up the whole thing was now. So much for his first day with these Basara Gakuen's students… Yukimura just couldn't imagine what his days would be if the first one was this-… indescribable.

*_SnBs_*

America…

Actually, we were supposed to look how Sarutobi Sasuke was doing… But let us move to his friends just for a moment. Kasuga and Fuma Kotaro were standing right in front of Sasuke's room at the dorm. They hadn't seen Sasuke since the moment that autumn haired guy flew out of their room with his unthinkable declaration to go back to Japan. At first, Kasuga took it as a mere rush of adrenaline. But then, since it was Sasuke they were talking about; he might actually did it.

"Hey… Sasuke," Kasuga knocked the door, receiving no answer from the other end. "Are you there? C'mon, open the door."

Kotaro stepped up, gently pushing Kasuga out of the way and grabbed the handle. Kasuga was about to stop him when he turned the knob and shoved the door open. It wasn't locked to begin with. Kasuga raised his eyebrows; it was the first time Sasuke left his door unlocked. He was the paranoid type; the one who kept keeping an umbrella inside his bag in case of raining. With her curiosity got the better of her, she carefully walked into the room and observed the whole place.

Widely opened wardrobe; already empty and spacious with no clothes being left inside. Some books were missing from Sasuke's collection on the desk… And the bag over the drawer was missing. Kasuga drew a sharp breath, couldn't really form a sentence for her mixed feeling at the moment. That was the time when he noticed Kotaro's presence next to her, his hand holding a piece of paper. Kasuga took it from him and followed Kotaro's finger to Sasuke's already-made bed.

To Kasuga and Kotaro,

I have something to do so I'm going back to Japan first.

Even if I have to swim all the way back, I won't stop until I arrived at our homeland!

So please, don't look for me. Don't wait for me.

Regards,

Sasuke.

Kasuga crushed the paper inside her palm and cursed. "That idiot! He's serious about this!" she furiously threw the paper ball into the trash and stomped her feet toward the door. "C'mon, Kotaro! We have to follow that idiot!" she quickly fished her hand into her pocket and took out her phone. Her fingers were nimble, dancing over the flat screen of the phone. "Hello, father? It's me, Kasuga. No, I don't need a transfer right now. I need you to book me three tickets to Japan-… No, it doesn't have to be business class-… Yeah, three. This's emergency, okay? Yeah… Thank you very much, fath-… Yeah, I love you too. Bye," she pressed the end button and glanced over at Kotaro. "What are you waiting for?! Go pack your belongings! We're going back to Japan! But first, we've got a brainless monkey to find…"

Tadaaaaa!

It's over! That's the end of today's chapter! I think it's longer than usual… An of course, more mistakes to find. But anyway, I hope you enjoyed the whole part of the story. Once again, I'm so sorry for being late with the update. But please, like always, leave your review so I could do some improvement and keep the story going! I hope you guys have a nice day! See you on the next chapter-… Oh, I 'll do my best to update the next chapter in about 2 weeks-… I try. The lesson doesn't give me much help either, but I'll do my best! ;)

Rie