I do not own Sengoku Basara – Capcom does (they do, right?)

I only wrote this during math class (which was just a 1.5 hour period) so pardon me for any quirks.

Have fun reading :D

"Chemistry is such a pain, don't you think, Kojuro?" Masamune stated, his gruff voice sounding even gruffer because of boredom.

"Masamune-san, I don't think it's that bad. Chemistry has lots of practical uses in our life." Kojuro lifted an Erlenmeyer flask to eye level, observing the black liquid contained in it. "Besides, busying yourself with experiments like these is better than doing nothing.

"Sometimes, I really don't get you, Kojuro." Masamune muttered, staring amusedly, and quite confusedly too, at his friend with his un-patched eye. "What's that black liquid, anyways?"

"It's carbon – dissolved in water." Kasuga answered, seemingly appearing from nowhere. She took a seat in the unoccupied stool beside Kojuro and gathered a pile of paper into her hands.

"Yeah. What does that have to do with our everyday life?"

"Masamune-san." Kojuro set the flask down on the marble-top laboratory table, wrote something on a table-infested sheet of paper, then turned to Masamune. "Could you help me clean the equipment? Kasuga-san had already done so much, I don't want to disturb her any further."

"It's fine, I can help." Kasuga peeled her eyes away from the calculations she was doing to look up at Kojuro, a blank expression plastered on her beautiful face.

"No, Masamune-san here had wasted so much time sitting, I think it's time for him to do something."

"I was only asking Kasuga about Yukimura."

"The vice president of the judo club?"

"Yeah. He and his team are always on the school paper. We, on the other hand, don't get much credit for all the glory we give this damn school."

"Now is not the time to talk about things like that, Masamune-san. I think it's better for you to concentrate on laboratory class for now." Kojuro walked over to the sink, turned on the faucet and started washing the glass equipment, not minding that Masamune was just standing on the side with a serious expression on his face.

"Do you think they are better than us?" Masamune asked, looking Kojuro with eyes that seem to have seen everything there was to see.

"No one is better. The judo club and the kendo club have different strengths and weaknesses, so it's really difficult to tell which one is better. Besides, I don't think it really matters, as long as we are doing our best to give pride to the school."

"Wanna go train later? I have three hours to waste before my next class."

"I'm afraid I can't, Masamune-san. I have to be home early – me and my family are going to celebrate father's birthday today."

"No use asking you again, is there? Celebrations like these are much too important to miss."

"I'm glad you understand. Do not worry, Masamune-san, I'll double my training tomorrow."

"It's cool, you don't need to do that. Just enjoy the party later, Kojuro."

"Do you guys need help? I'm done with the computations." Kasuga asked nonchalantly while she made her way to where the two guys were.

"No, we're almost…" Kojuro started – however, he was interrupted midway by Masamune, who instantly agreed to the offer. "Thanks, Kasuga-san." He then sauntered to a nearby seat and slumped to a not-so-comfortable sitting/sleeping position.

The minutes seemed to drag on even with the activity and noise inside the room. The over-enthusiastic chattering of a group of students, the angelic voices of the girls singing in a corner, the crazy laughter of the boys, and the silence of the quiet ones seemed to melt into a big, tangible mass of nonsensical sound.

Just as Masamune began to feel a nap coming on though, a faint, lengthy groan of pain, followed by a muted thud, which came from above the ceiling, seemed to have overridden the current noise in the room. After a few seconds of confused looks from the students' faces, the place was filled with noise and activity again.

"What the hell was that?" Masamune exclaimed in a hushed voice, obviously very irritated for being disturbed from his not-so-relaxing nap. He then remembered that the dojo of the judo club was situated on the rooftop, which was above the floor where they were in, so the guys must be training.

"The club definitely needs thicker mats." Kasuga deadpanned, scanning the experiment report for grammatical and numerical errors.

"Damn straight. And that guy needs to learn to be a little less loud-mouthed." Masamune said plainly, his eyes still fixed on the ceiling.

"It's probably your guy, Yukimura."

"Loudest guy on earth."

"He's a little loud, I agree. But that energy's really admirable – I mean, it doesn't look like a whole day of training will wear him out."

"Gotta admire him for that, huh?"

"Not for you, I guess. You have some serious rivalry issues with him, right?"

"He's too talkative and naïve, it's irritating."

A long silence occurred before Kasuga had something to say. "I think Sasuke feels the same way."

"Huh? The brunette guy with the wild hair?"

"Yeah, when he's with me…" Kasuga stopped, realizing that she'd just mentioned Sasuke in a conversation that didn't concern him. "Never mind."

"Speak of the devil…" Masamune said, jerking his head towards the hallway, which can be seen through the glass windows situated at Kasuga's back. Turning in her seat hesitantly, she saw Sasuke – and from the slight raise of one of his eyebrows, it was obvious that he was just passing by the laboratory and he wouldn't have noticed her if she hadn't turned in her seat and shown her face.

Kasuga sighed exasperatedly as she turned in her seat again, annoyance painting her cheeks red. Why did Sasuke always have to appear at the wrong time and in the wrong place?

"Is he waiting for you?"

Kasuga looked through her shoulders and saw Sasuke leaning against the wall of the laboratory room on the other side, his good hand shoved deep into his pockets and his eyes on the ground.

"I don't know." Kasuga willed herself out of the stool she was seated in, then sauntered out to the hallway. It was a good thing the professor was nowhere to be seen, so there was no problem going out of the room. Once outside, she proceeded left, even though the comfort room – her original destination – was to the right. She didn't want to have anything to do with Sasuke at the moment, so she figured going down to the third floor, walking to the stairwell near the north building, then going up again wouldn't hurt.

Although she'd been successful at going to the comfort room without being followed by Sasuke (not that he had a hobby of following her where she went), finding out that he was still there after a few minutes was a different thing altogether. "Why are you still here, Sasuke?"

"I was waiting for you. I'm supposed to walk you home, remember?"

"Don't you have any classes?"

"I thought I'd ditch class after I saw you here."

"And what class did you cut?"

"Physics."

"And whoever told you that you were supposed to walk me home?"

"The tutor agreed to do what the tutee wanted if he gets a higher mark in the math test, remember?" Kasuga fully remembered their agreement, and now she was having bitter feelings about her performance in the exam.

"Oh, so this is about me getting a lower score?"

"No. I just want to spend a little more time with you, that's all."

"You're impossible, Sasuke. Go back to your class!"

"I'm not going back to that class. Besides, Yuki'd bring my stuff up to the dojo so there's nothing to worry about."

"And what if you get caught for cutting classes and punished greatly for it? I'm not your guardian Sasuke, so I don't want to have to worry over things like that."

"Whoa. Don't sweat it, babe. I am not cutting classes if I knew I'd be punished for it."

"Stop calling me like that, it's revolting!"

"I'm sorry." Sasuke made an 'I-surrender' gesture by raising his two hands in the air. "I guess I'll head back to class."

Kasuga breathed deeply, then declared "No. It's okay, you could walk me home." She tucked her right side locks under her ear, a gesture she developed from her previous accidental meetings with Kenshin.

"Do you always blush that much?"

"What? It's because of the make-up, you dummy."

"Oh."

Kasuga waited, and waited – but Sasuke didn't seem to mind her lame excuse for the furious blushing of her face. It was possible, too, that he didn't notice the complete absence of make-up on her face.

"That aside, you should go back to class."

"Catch you later." Sasuke said, then winked at Kasuga. It didn't seem to suit him though, because of his injured right arm.

She didn't want to speak anymore, so she made a sound that was supposed to mean that she was agreeing, complete with a nod of the head. She didn't like his new hobby of winking at her, but the playful gesture comforts her in some unidentifiable way. Dismissing the weird idea, she walked back into the room and was greeted by a rather annoying question.

"He's your lover boy, huh?"

"No he's not!" Kasuga instantly cried out, hoping she wasn't as red as she felt she was. It was a good thing she managed to keep her voice down to a minimum – she didn't want to catch attention with her unwanted outbursts.

"Girls are never good with lies." Masamune's voice was barely audible, but Kasuga was still able to hear it.

"And you guys always manage to get away with it."

"Yeah."

Both of them sat in silence – Masamune with his face cupped on one hand and Kasuga with a blank gaze out at the hallway. A little while later Kojuro disturbed their silence and their professor arrived from wherever he went to.

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