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Surviving BASARA High

(A Sengoku Basara Fan Fiction)

A Smells-Like-Mary Story

Chapter One: Confession

They were alone in the locker room, an awkward silence surrounding them. The tension in the air was thick and it was starting to bother him. Clenching his fists he couldn't take it anymore "If you have something to say, then spit it out Sanada Yukimura!" Masamune was pissed; the other boy had been staring at him for like 15 minutes without moving or saying anything.

Yukimura had been thinking a long time about the best possible way to do this, but stuck to his original pan; to shout it all out. Stupid plan, right? Yukimura had no other choice; it was now or never. He looked down for a second and then straight up to Masamune "Masamune-dono… I-I'm in love with you!" He shouted with all his might.

"Huh? You're kidding, right?" Masamune turned slamming his locker, no expression on his face.

"W-What?" Yukimura almost choked when he heard Masamune. He had gathered all of his strength and courage for this one moment and the other had just brushed him off like nothing. "Masamune-dono I-I'm being serious" Yukimura tried to remain calm, even though he was starting to panic.

"Look, Sanada Yukimura, is this some kind of joke? Am I supposed to laugh or something? If this is your idea of a joke, let me tell you right now; it sucks!" Masamune glared "And if it's about getting the field, forget it. I told you already, go use the playground. The field belongs to the baseball club" Sighing Masamune took his bag and turned to leave.

Yukimura stood there shocked. He had just expressed his deepest feelings for him and Masamune didn't even acknowledge his confession. Yukimura felt humiliated. In a last desperate attempt to make Masamune believe him he cried out "M-Masamune!" He was on the verge of tears, his voice broken.

Masamune stopped in his tracks; never had Sanada Yukimura called him without an honorific before. Even though it was unimportant or of little importance to some people, that was big for Yukimura, who never missed one while addressing another person. He now realized that the boy hadn't been joking around.

He turned around and furrowed his brows at the other. Yukimura was red in the face, tears threatening to fall from his eyes, looking straight at him. Masamune decided to test him one more time and walked towards the other never looking away from his eyes. Yukimura startled rapidly looked down in embarrassment; Masamune's gaze was overpowering him so much he couldn't move, and he only had one eye; imagine what he could do with two. Masamune stopped in front of Yukimura staring him down for a few minutes making him shift nervously under his one-eyed gaze. For Yukimura, it felt like an eternity, seconds felt like hours, minutes like days; feeling the drops of sweat slowly sliding down his cheek, his fingers twitching in his fists, his throat felt dry and his voice had left him. He could hear his heart in his ears beating faster and faster deafening him from any other sounds around. In fact he was so out of it, he didn't notice when Masamune reached forward to claim his lips with his own.

Eyes widening, Yukimura, began to thrash violently against Masamune to push him off, going to the extent of punching and even kicking the other. Masamune then grabbed him by his wrists to try to stop his thrashing, pushing him against a wall, slamming the wrists he had grabbed hard into the wall, pressing his body against him. Yukimura, who right now had no strength to push the other boy back, closed his mouth preventing Masamune from slipping his tongue inside, which Masamune thought was starting to be a bitch to do, but after a minute or two he finally did, forcing his way in. His tongue began exploring the other's mouth, forcing Yukimura to gag a little. Surprised, he never thought Yukimura's mouth would be this sweet, this good, and this delicious. His sweet taste intoxicating him, he took the opportunity to savor his entire soft, warm mouth completely. Yukimura tried to calm into the kiss, knowing he couldn't escape, but was too nervous to do so. After a few more minutes, Masamune with much, much effort decided to break the kiss now before it was too late to do so, leaving a strand of saliva to run down Yukimura's chin. He stepped back, deciding to give this a try "Let's go out"

"Huh?" Yukimura, who was breathless, panting and wiping the saliva that was making his way to his neck, looked at Masamune, who looked perfectly fine.

"You heard me, let's go out on a date" reaffirmed Masamune "I'm willing to give this a try"

Yukimura's blush returned again full force to cover his entire face, ears and neck. "O-Oh, Masamune-dono, t-that would be great" He agreed.

Masamune smiled at him picking up his bag again "Tomorrow after school"

"Tomorrow?!" jumped Yukimura 'Isn't that too soon?' he wondered.

"Yeah, I'll wait for you at the gate after school" said Masamune showing his trademark smirk as he turned to leave, but suddenly stopped midway "And drop the honorific, call me Masamune, I mean we're going out now, there's no need for it" said Masamune without looking back. "See ya later"

As soon as Masamune left the locker room, Yukimura fell to the floor on his knees, raising his hand to touch his lips, still feeling the kiss.

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