Hello, reader! Before you go on I figure I should explain myself. After rereading all the lovely reviews on my Sengoku Basara fanfic out of boredom I was all pumped up to get writing again, but OHNOEZ, like always the writing compartment in my head is all locked up and I couldn't come up with anything. So, I decided I'd do a bit of writing exercise by typing up some Sengoku Basara fanfic snippets, each separate one showing an emotion starting with the next letter of the alphabet. I'll probably fail miserably, 'specially since I don't have much experience with different emotions, but I hope you enjoy it somewhat anyway.

Well, enough of my blabbering. Shall we get on with it already? LET'S PARTY!

A : Apprehensive : Uneasy or fearful about something that might happen.

Sanada Yukimura stood facing his foe, his one and only rival. He had just jumped down from his horse while the rest of the army and Takeda Shingen moved forward to battle elsewhere, leaving the one-eyed dragon to be dealt with by the spearman. The warrior inhaled deeply then let the air escape slowly. Usually he would already be yelling words of loyalty towards his general and how this battle's victory would be in "Oyakata-sama's" name, excited and exhilarated to have a chance at finally dueling this man once more, but now he was nothing but a quivering ball of nerves.

The two had skirmished several times before and fought a winning battle together against Oda Nobunaga. Though they were enemies, they had also formed a companionship and when fights weren't taking place between them on a bloody field, the two happily met up to have a day of friendly chatter. Yukimura enjoyed every minute he spent with the dragon, no matter what they were doing, be it fighting or nonchalantly eating dango. He so relished the moments that his comradely feelings found themselves being taken over by something new.

He spent days, weeks, an uncountable amount of time worrying over what was going on inside himself. His friend has always been the touchy-feely type and as his new found feelings started coming into play, Yukimura would shy away from an arm reaching to encase his shoulders or a hand coming through the air to pat his head. He found it harder and harder to accept invitations over to the Date home as his thoughts weighed heavy on his heart. He couldn't bear being near the epitome of his affection while fearing the loss of his companionship if he was ever to speak word of his feelings.

The weight on his heart had become too heavy to continuing holding though. The distance he had created between each other was causing him pain. If he was going to lose an important person in his life that day, then so be it. At least the bottle would be open for his emotions to finally flow freely, releasing the pressure that was building inside the closed jar.

Yukimura stood there that day, not to fight bravely in a battle, but to confess.
The spears in his hands shook as his whole body trembled with a nervous anticipation. He wanted to grab at his stomach and fall to the ground in a fit of nausea as flips and tumbles took place within. The air in his lungs was finding it hard to escape. He could barely stand staring back at the eyes that were gazing at him with such intensity. He tightened his sweaty grip on the weapons he held and took a fighting stance. His enemy followed suit. He closed his eyes and took one more unsteady breath before loudly crying out, "Date Masamune!"

Being some sort of tradition of theirs, the samurai was about to gladly call out his rival's name, but was stopped short when Yukimura went to add on to his statement. "I love you!" The clang of their weapons colliding seemed louder than ever as Sanada Yukimura's words echoed across the quivering grass. The spearman's eyes looked away from the shocked expression before him, turning their gaze to the ground. His face grew hot as the embarrassment washed over him and he could feel the tears pushing to break out as he realized this could be the end. A heaviness against the back of his head let him know that a pair of eyes were boring into him and he was utterly, dreadfully certain they were full of disgust.

Then Date Masamune smirked.