[Sengoku Basara] Night Vision
Title: Night Vision
Fandom: Sengoku Basara
Characters/Pairing: Sasuke; implied Masamune/Yukimura
Rating: PG-15
Warnings: Implied naughtiness. :P Does it even need a crack warning? It's Basara... >.>
Notes: For hotmegane, to make the sad go away. ♥
Summary: Sasuke is having a bad night, and it's all the boss's fault.
Night Vision
Sarutobi Sasuke prided himself on being a hard-working man. No journey was too far, no mission too difficult, if it meant protecting Lord Takeda's life and honor.
This did not, however, mean that he didn't appreciate the quiet moments. He liked his free days just as much as the next guy, and there was nothing to be said against the occasional afternoon spent soaking up the warmth from the shingles of the rooftop, half-listening to the bickering in the meeting chamber below and content in the knowledge that nothing cataclysmic was afoot in the world. Of course, other people might deem one's boss being put through the wall somewhat alarming, but after about four dozen times, the rocking of the house had become quite relaxing in its own way.
There was also nothing to be said against the occasional wink of sleep. Sasuke was used to pulling odd hours in odd places more so than the rest of the army; it came with operating alone behind the enemy lines, after all, and he wasn't as sore about losing sleep as the boss, who needed a bucket of cold water to the head even on a good morning.
However, after spending three days being chased through a swamp and being forced to hide in a bamboo grove for another night, wet and itchy with mud squelching in his underwear, Sasuke was of the opinion that he'd more than earned his shut-eye. Unfortunately, the bossman seemed to have other plans.
Across from his room, the house front flared bright red.
Sasuke groaned and clapped a hand over his eyes to protect them from the sudden glare for what seemed like the hundredth time that night. It wasn't that he was begrudging the boss his fun, it would've just been lovely if the boss had bothered to remember the time of night and saved the quibble for the next morning. They could all use some breakfast entertainment in the form of the boss chasing Date around the yard (and wasn't it funny how he didn't need a bucket of water to get up for that?).
The light slowly abated, but Sasuke knew better than to let his hand slip, for a second later, the room was bathed in a blue flare.
As considerate as the boss normally was, he tended to forget the small details when around Date. Like the fact that it was twoin the morning. Or the fact that the sliding doors were made of paper. Or the fact that there were bone-tired friends trying to sleep. Bone-tired friends who'd been waiting half the night for the sparks to settle down, and who really didn't consider finding a tree an option at this point, not with the first bit of bedroll under their back in over a week.
The blue died down, leaving the room in darkness for all of three minutes, before another red flare brought the sting of tears to his eyes.
Diplomatic visit his ass. He wasn't even sure why the chieftain of the Date clan was still bothering with excuses; it was pretty clear to everyone except him that he was just stopping by to butt heads, if the long-suffering look on his attendant's face was any indication. The pretenses at diplomacy had been dumped in Kojuurou's lap within two seconds of their arrival, while Date himself had gone off to enlist the boss's help in the flattening of a rice field.
A rice field, part of the castle wall, Lord Takeda's favorite ornamental fountain, and a small koi pond, to be precise. It had meant grilled carp for dinner, and the only reason that hadn't gotten out of hand was because the boss was once again thriving in the role of Lord Takeda's right-hand man and perfectly oblivious to the glowers aimed his way from the other end of the table. Or at least, Sasuke had thought him to be oblivious, until night fell.
Another blue flare, and Sasuke decided that as much as he loved the boss, enough was enough. If the boss could survive Lord Takeda's teaching methods, he could survive a shuriken to the head.
Reaching under the mattress, he groped around for his emergency stash, took a minute to confirm he hadn't pulled out a poisonous one on accident, and rolled to his knees in order to lob it across the courtyard.
Before he could take aim, though, his bedroom lit up with a radiant, crackling purple, and Sasuke was pretty sure that no amount of sleep deprivation could be held accountable for what he was seeing.
The bossman had kept boasting about topping Date one of these days, but Sasuke could only stare in horrified fascination as the silhouette of Sanada Yukimura tossed a yukata across the room, climbed into the lap of his archrival, and the house front erupted in a new explosion of brilliant magenta sparkles.
The renewed brightness, at least, obscured the subsequent activities for long enough to allow Sasuke to tear his eyes away. He collapsed on the futon, the shuriken skittering uselessly across the floor, and put the pillow over his head, trying in vain to drown out the images.
If he just didn't look, he figured, it would be okay. He could go back to pretending innocent little bossman had no clue and the diplomatic excursions were just training sessions in disguise instead of some horribly twisted attempt at pulling on the boss's pigtails.
He would be fine, he'd seen a fair share of weird stuff while spying in the manors around the country; he'd be fine as soon as he got the mental image of bossman with cutesy pigtails out of his head and no, he really didn't want to imagine the boss doing the kinds of things he'd once swiped from Kasuga's diary.
He could just find the boss tomorrow and beat him severely with his own spears. If he kept smothering himself with the bedroll like this, he could barely see the continued purple flashing at all.
And it really would have been fine, if it hadn't been in his efforts not to look or think that his trained ears started picking up on the noises.
- Fin -
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A/N: Oopsie-daisy. Poor Sasuke. XD But I can't have been the only one who was wondering about those sparkly rainbow battle auras. C&C is appreciated, as always.
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Fandom: Sengoku Basara
Characters/Pairing: Sasuke; implied Masamune/Yukimura
Rating: PG-15
Warnings: Implied naughtiness. :P Does it even need a crack warning? It's Basara... >.>
Notes: For hotmegane, to make the sad go away. ♥
Summary: Sasuke is having a bad night, and it's all the boss's fault.
Night Vision
Sarutobi Sasuke prided himself on being a hard-working man. No journey was too far, no mission too difficult, if it meant protecting Lord Takeda's life and honor.
This did not, however, mean that he didn't appreciate the quiet moments. He liked his free days just as much as the next guy, and there was nothing to be said against the occasional afternoon spent soaking up the warmth from the shingles of the rooftop, half-listening to the bickering in the meeting chamber below and content in the knowledge that nothing cataclysmic was afoot in the world. Of course, other people might deem one's boss being put through the wall somewhat alarming, but after about four dozen times, the rocking of the house had become quite relaxing in its own way.
There was also nothing to be said against the occasional wink of sleep. Sasuke was used to pulling odd hours in odd places more so than the rest of the army; it came with operating alone behind the enemy lines, after all, and he wasn't as sore about losing sleep as the boss, who needed a bucket of cold water to the head even on a good morning.
However, after spending three days being chased through a swamp and being forced to hide in a bamboo grove for another night, wet and itchy with mud squelching in his underwear, Sasuke was of the opinion that he'd more than earned his shut-eye. Unfortunately, the bossman seemed to have other plans.
Across from his room, the house front flared bright red.
Sasuke groaned and clapped a hand over his eyes to protect them from the sudden glare for what seemed like the hundredth time that night. It wasn't that he was begrudging the boss his fun, it would've just been lovely if the boss had bothered to remember the time of night and saved the quibble for the next morning. They could all use some breakfast entertainment in the form of the boss chasing Date around the yard (and wasn't it funny how he didn't need a bucket of water to get up for that?).
The light slowly abated, but Sasuke knew better than to let his hand slip, for a second later, the room was bathed in a blue flare.
As considerate as the boss normally was, he tended to forget the small details when around Date. Like the fact that it was twoin the morning. Or the fact that the sliding doors were made of paper. Or the fact that there were bone-tired friends trying to sleep. Bone-tired friends who'd been waiting half the night for the sparks to settle down, and who really didn't consider finding a tree an option at this point, not with the first bit of bedroll under their back in over a week.
The blue died down, leaving the room in darkness for all of three minutes, before another red flare brought the sting of tears to his eyes.
Diplomatic visit his ass. He wasn't even sure why the chieftain of the Date clan was still bothering with excuses; it was pretty clear to everyone except him that he was just stopping by to butt heads, if the long-suffering look on his attendant's face was any indication. The pretenses at diplomacy had been dumped in Kojuurou's lap within two seconds of their arrival, while Date himself had gone off to enlist the boss's help in the flattening of a rice field.
A rice field, part of the castle wall, Lord Takeda's favorite ornamental fountain, and a small koi pond, to be precise. It had meant grilled carp for dinner, and the only reason that hadn't gotten out of hand was because the boss was once again thriving in the role of Lord Takeda's right-hand man and perfectly oblivious to the glowers aimed his way from the other end of the table. Or at least, Sasuke had thought him to be oblivious, until night fell.
Another blue flare, and Sasuke decided that as much as he loved the boss, enough was enough. If the boss could survive Lord Takeda's teaching methods, he could survive a shuriken to the head.
Reaching under the mattress, he groped around for his emergency stash, took a minute to confirm he hadn't pulled out a poisonous one on accident, and rolled to his knees in order to lob it across the courtyard.
Before he could take aim, though, his bedroom lit up with a radiant, crackling purple, and Sasuke was pretty sure that no amount of sleep deprivation could be held accountable for what he was seeing.
The bossman had kept boasting about topping Date one of these days, but Sasuke could only stare in horrified fascination as the silhouette of Sanada Yukimura tossed a yukata across the room, climbed into the lap of his archrival, and the house front erupted in a new explosion of brilliant magenta sparkles.
The renewed brightness, at least, obscured the subsequent activities for long enough to allow Sasuke to tear his eyes away. He collapsed on the futon, the shuriken skittering uselessly across the floor, and put the pillow over his head, trying in vain to drown out the images.
If he just didn't look, he figured, it would be okay. He could go back to pretending innocent little bossman had no clue and the diplomatic excursions were just training sessions in disguise instead of some horribly twisted attempt at pulling on the boss's pigtails.
He would be fine, he'd seen a fair share of weird stuff while spying in the manors around the country; he'd be fine as soon as he got the mental image of bossman with cutesy pigtails out of his head and no, he really didn't want to imagine the boss doing the kinds of things he'd once swiped from Kasuga's diary.
He could just find the boss tomorrow and beat him severely with his own spears. If he kept smothering himself with the bedroll like this, he could barely see the continued purple flashing at all.
And it really would have been fine, if it hadn't been in his efforts not to look or think that his trained ears started picking up on the noises.
- Fin -
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A/N: Oopsie-daisy. Poor Sasuke. XD But I can't have been the only one who was wondering about those sparkly rainbow battle auras. C&C is appreciated, as always.
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