Meeting Juu

foul-mouthed-saika:

As much as Juu favored a positive outlook on everything, his lips curled to a frown at Lord Masamune’s claim. He could take quite the amount of jokes, but one about Lord Nobunaga? That went over the boundaries; you couldn’t joke about a demon.

“Lord Masamune, do not talk about such things in such a casual manner!” The teen subconsciously started raising his voice in opposition, “Lord Nobunaga is still out there, destroying Ranse! Please, don’t joke about other people’s lives so causally!”

Very rare temper rising, Juu approached Lord Masamune at a hand’s reach lever and smacked him across the face, huffing and puffing like the big bad wolf. He couldn’t accept such slander when his friend, Oichi, requested he save Ranse from her deluded brother! He took offense to anyone who joked about such things! “I apologize, but you took things too far!”

Masamune’s arm shot out, grasping tightly to the others hand. Nearly crushing it in his own grasp. His eye nearly piercing the other with a piercing glare, anything but amused by what had just occured, “TCH! Learn you’re damn fuckin’ place boy.”

“And don’t you ever touch me again, unless you want that damn fuckin’ hand of yours chopped up. Do you understand?” He pulled juu in closer, his face inches away from the younger counter part. Taking note of the fox latching onto Juu’s shoulder, whatever the fuck it was. He’d kill them both without mercy at this point, “Oda is dead, by my damn fuckin’ hands. ‘Nd if you don’t believe me, then you need to get the fuck out of here, before I give you something else to believe.”

Have u seen my helmet?

brotochika:

That was a shame, he might not have managed to bring that fucker down, but at least he got the hell away from him. It gave him a chance to bring himself to his feet and it took him quite a bit, too. He could feel it—his body was growing weak and exhausted, but his overall endurance was still strong; he wasn’t done with the Dragon just yet.

Now that he was standing, that single eye narrowed, his very anger seen within it. He couldn’t believe this to be honest. Motochika was just minding his own business, he did nothing wrong of the sort, and yet here he was beaten and battered from an enraged Dragon who couldn’t get his story straight. What was it about again…? Oh yeah.. his missing bucket of a helmet. All of this over something they could have easily found.

He was just about to make his next move before a sudden realization hit him—hit him harder than the headache his was currently withstanding and he stopped. This did happen before, it wasn’t his imagination. Masamune accused him of stealing his stupid helmet before and of course that led to a brawl, but this one was worse than the first.

“I didn’t steal it…” His voice was low as he reminded the both of them what this whole fight was really about. “I don’t know how ya’ found the proof that y’did… but I didn’t steal it.”

Masamune’s eye waned, eyebrow knitingly lowering itself before rising again. The expression of realization coming to him, the same instance happened before but if he recalled last time. It wasn’t him, it was someone else entirely. Masamune reeled his fist back slowly, arms at a standstill idly hanging at his sides. He thought for a moment, before bring his hand to his jaw to stretch his neck right and left, “You’re right. Ya didn’t steal the damn helmet.”

What a mistake this was, only entering into a brawl without realizing this was all one big mistake. He could only manage a chuckle though, laughing off what had just happened, “Che, and I was havin’ some damn fun.”

(Source: one-eyed-dragon)

Meeting Juu

foul-

Lord Masamune had long since relaxed after the rather sudden outbursts and other unexplainable obstacles were removed from the conversation. Juu couldn’t wish for a better fortune, since he strived to not upset the One-Eyed Dragon, ruler of Oshu, or the Wing Nation from where he came form.

“Oh, is that all? I would think your question would be a bit personal.” Juu admitted, though he kept on rolling, “Your nation, Lord Masamune, is home to a variety of creatures and other useful tools not seen in any other region. As leader of the resistance again Lord Nobunaga and his Zekrom, gathering supplies from all the other nations is a must!”

“Lord Nobunaga was taken down long before.” Masamune shuffled about, arms crossed on his chest. Letting his back lean against a nearby tree. Pressing most of his weight against it, “‘Nd I have no idea what you’re implying.”

Certainly there was a mix up. Or something. Because he had no idea who this zekrom was either, neither did he have word of the revival of a long dead man. Dead by his own hands.

Have u seen my helmet?

brotochika:

Damn, he almost had him—wait, what the hell did he just say? Oho, no. Hell no. That wasn’t going to fly by Motochika, no way, no how.

This time, predicting Masamune’s next move was easy—he figured he was going to go for a kick to the face, but unfortunately for him, Motochika was quick enough to grab his ankle before it made any contact with his already battered face.

“I think bein’ on the floor is more to yer’ liking!” Now with the bastard’s ankle in his grasp—and a tight one at that, he twisted it at least 180 degrees. With the strength that he had, he could have easily broken it, or just turned Masamune’s body altogether. It would depend on the Dragon’s movements at hand—either way, he was fine as long as the bastard ate the dirt he damn well deserved.

Though before he could twist it any further then 90 degrees, Masamune kicked himself out of the hold. His own strength being the savior to a potentially broken ankle. He takes that as a sign to back away though, knowing that if he tried to kick again Motochika would just grab at his ankle, “Fuckin’ basatard.”

That wasn’t to say his ankle wasn’t damn sore now either. Pushing the pain away he moved back over while the other had probably been managing to get back up. If the other wouldnt be quick on his feet, Masamune would be. Taking the others lower point advantage to punch at him any chance he got. Being sure that he’d avoid getting punched in the face at all costs.

(Source: one-eyed-dragon)

Have u seen my helmet?

brotochika:

That eye widened as there was no time to react, Motochika was too busy stroking the ego he had to see the Dragon moving in on him. Then there it was, a hard collision with the underside of his chin and if it weren’t for the fact that Masamune weakened his jaw prior, the pain wouldn’t have been this dreadful; he even bit his tongue a little. See, Motochika. This is what happens when you don’t keep your mouth shut.

The impact itself though, was strong enough to bring Motochika off his feet and to fall square on his ass. He was a little dazed, probably moreso, but like hell he was going to just sit there and allow that bastard to get another move on him.

“That was a cheap shot, Dragon..!” He growled, a line of red trailing from the corner of his mouth.

It might not have been as quick as Masamune, but if the bastard was close enough after that dick move, Motochika swung his leg out as swiftly as he could, in hopes of kicking him right from under his feet.

The leg swung right under his feet exactly, Masamune jumping over it in the knick of time, “HAH! Being on the fucking floor suits you most.”

Swinging his own leg up to kick the other square in the head. Sadly, he could only keep aiming for there considering attacking the damn brutes chest wouldn’t be any damn effective. Masamune was a lightweight, Motochika on the other hand had layers of muscle to defend against any bull shit hits. It’d take a while to get a good knock at the other if he wanted to wind him.

So he continued for the face, the one area that would do a lot of damage in the end. Hell their fight had continued on for a while now, it was only a matter of time before one of them couldn’t take it. Unfortunately, Masamune wouldn’t be able to take that many damn hits at this rate.

(Source: one-eyed-dragon)

Have u seen my helmet?

brotochika:

When it came down to it, Motochika’s bite was definitely worse than his bark and Masamune met the fate of learning that fact no doubt. Though the pirate had his own fate to meet and he stumbled back, both of his hands now clasping his dislodged and bleeding nose. Oh man, did it hurt—and it hurt enough to give him one hell of a headache, too.

“…Is that it?” Motochika asked with a haughty tone, clearly out of breath, all the while trying to crack his nose back into place.

“I was expecting more from the Mighty One-Eyed Dragon.” Stop it, Motochika. Provoking him isn’t going to help this situation at all.

The haughty dragon got up, the world still spinning. Bruised along the side of his face, blood drying against strands of his hair. All that he did was return the other with a nasty glare. Sitting his ass on the wooden table holding together several jars and trinkets.

Masamune’s anger was just bubbling now, watching as the pirate gave him a cocky grin. Boy he wished he could beat that shitty ass smirk out of him. Masamune wanted to so bad, drag the guys face right in the dirt where it apparently belonged.

The silence of the dragon was something to always be weary of, if anything it was the most deadliest thing next to his claws. There was no way he’d give up, or ever stop. Not unless he’d get knocked out cold.

He slides off the wooden table, rubbing some blood from his nose off his face. Masamune staggers a bit, but he breaks into a run aiming to slam an upper cut under the others chin. Otherwise he’d flip back, kick even, hell there was no fucking way he was going to go down without the other getting to an inch of his life.

(Source: one-eyed-dragon)

Have u seen my helmet?

brotochika:

It completely slipped Motochika’s mind that they were having this little quarrel of theirs where others could easily get involved. It didn’t matter though, not now—not when Masamune was trying his damn well best to hit him. Motochika was strong, but he wasn’t equally agile, which the Dragon had the upper hand and made it more difficult for him. He tried, though—Motochika tried to defend himself against those incoming punches.

But he only had so much patience for this guy and it was wearing thin. Just defending himself wasn’t getting them anywhere and he needed to get the bastard away from him and fast.

He saw—or at least he thought he saw—Masamune going into punch his gut and figured he’d take the chance and aim his own fist at the other’s face.

“GOTCHA—”

Unfortunately, the poor guy misinterpreted where he was aiming for, and as soon as he took that opening to punch the fucker in the face, he felt the Dragon’s own fist meeting his.

Fist came to face with a stunning recoil to his own face, he could have sworn it happened in slow motion. Feeling the others fist pound right against his face like he was a brick wall, no holding back. Just pure force whacking against him; Masamune unfortunately couldn’t return the punch with that much power. Stumbling back entirely crashing into a vender’s shop. Breaking several pots in the process.

“Ahh fuck…” Masamune grumbled not sure where the sky was at this point.

His head ached unbelievably, ears ringing. Masamune was certain he could hear someone shouting at him but where the fuck from.

(Source: one-eyed-dragon)

Have u seen my helmet?

brotochika:

Of course Masamune would attempt an attack on his blind side—he saw it coming. It was an advantage anyone would use, in fact. Still, he kept his ground and once that fist was about to make contact for a second time, his forearm was swift to block yet another collision with his jaw. What was with the Dragon and trying to break his jaw today? Sheesh, man.

It was his turn now.

“WE’RE JUST GETTIN’ STARTED, DRAON. DON’T GET SO COCKY.” As if Motochika wasn’t guilty of that himself.

With Masamune’s wrist fortunately close, Motochika was quick to grab it and grip it immensely. Seriously, for a guy who lugs around a 40,000 ton anchor, you’d think his grip would be killer. But now came the fun part for Oushuu’s Dokuganryu. Jerking his arm back, his feet still stationed firmly on the ground and Masamune’s wrist still in his grasp, he whipped his arm forward and threw that motherfucker, his trademark shark-bite grin plastered on his face.

Being tossed around in the air wasn’t a damn fuckin’ problem. Granted the others grip had been damn tight. One that Masamune wouldn’t be able to slip himself out of, which was why he prep’d for the throw. Slightly peeved by being treated like a rag doll, he flips mid air landing in a pile of rubble nearby.

By this time people were running about, several screaming and getting angry at the two rowdy males who couldn’t be minded to take their fight outside, “Che, You aint too bad Chousokabe. But YOU’LL HAVE TO DO BETTER THEN THAT, YOU SEE?”

The whole point of this fight had been lost and now the battle was merely who was stronger, him or the pirate?

They’d soon find out as their fighting would continue, this time Masamune charged forward. Throwing several punches, aiming to find the big guy’s weakness. In his position, the only good points where how fast Masamune knew he could be. Meanwhile, Motochika had the strength of several men on his side, but also seemed to throw all his energy into single attacks. Much like the way Motochika fought with his anchor, it all had been dependent on how hard his anchor would hit. If he could hit at all—mind you. The bastard might have had a horrible sense of direction, but he damn sure would know where to lug that heavy weapon of his.

(Source: one-eyed-dragon)

Have u seen my helmet?

brotochika:

You would think after headbutting him, Motochika would have the right mind to keep his guard up, right? But to his surprise, an elbow was making a hard collision with his face. Way to fucking go. Now if the Demon of the Western Seas wasn’t quick to retort though, his jaw might have been broken, but he was quick. He kept his ground, feet planted, and with a clenched fist, he launched it right into that dragon bastard’s gut.

This meant war alright.

“IT WAS A DUMB MISTAKE TO PICK A FIGHT WITH ME, DRAGON.”

The punch to his chest had been direct despite the dragons quick movements to back away. Still, he managed to move a bit away finding himself gasping for air all too suddenly. But this was just the beginning and even knowing that he’d be bruised badly on his chest, there was no way in hell he’d give up now.

Several steps were taken back, and the samurai quickly regained his posture. Dashing to the others left, Masamune aimed to launch another punch square at the others jaw. Grinning all the while.

“iS THAT ALL YOU GOT PiRATE? EH?”

(Source: one-eyed-dragon)

Reincarnation ||Arrival||

yukiwantstotouchme:

Menma only noticed her tears right when the touch of his thumb made her react, his hands were soft and warm and this made her feel a little less lonely, perhaps she wasn’t going to be alone anymore, the only thing she knew out of all of this, is that she really wanted everyone to see her, to know she was there and that she still loved them. She didn’t want to see sad people anymore, or people who remembered her and ended up crying because of her memories. All of those things that always broke Menma’s heart. The least she could do was look up at him but the sudden pain as he pinched her cheeks made her let out a soft whine.

“Oi…” Menma’s tears however didn’t seem to stop running, as his words made her feel lost, somewhere within her she wanted everybody to believe that she was back too, that she was still the same, and she wanted all of them to be happy with her… “You… y-you won’t let me die?”  The soft smile he showed her made her feel safe and secure, it had been a really long time since she heard those words, she could never talk to her parents after that day, and it really made her feel better to hear that someone was going to look out for her. 

She was unable to tell why, but she felt really warm inside, and she knew it was easy for her to love people, good people who cared about her, Menma would love them all, and she would like to see them smile again, and the most, she would like to make them the happiest people in the world. Seeing there was no difference as long as a person cared for her, she could tell she felt love for her new papa… Or she would like to believe it that way, someone who was going to take her in and give her food, protect her and wipe away her tears… like a father… 

Apparently, her papa had a filthy vocabulary, but unaware of whatever this meant she repeated his words with a smile… “Awh shit… you let it burn…” Watch out Masamune she’ll go around saying that to people…

“What is a shit?” Head tilt.

Masamune most definitely wouldn’t let this poor girl die. Even if the samurai denied any bit of these actions to any of them— to any one. It didn’t dismiss the fact that those actions, his train of thought, his feelings still existed. And if he stated them, that was an accomplishment all in itself. The damiyo was never one to outwardly state or put himself in this sort of situation. Becoming a beacon of light for someone else, it just wasn’t his style.

But this was a girl, a girl who had been reaching out. Much like he had as a child, and afraid that no one would hold her hand to bring her through. Masamune did just that, if it wasn’t him. Then who would?

“Tch.” The food only burnt a little bit but at least it would be edible. And oh poor Menma, this father of hers wouldn’t really care too much. If she went around saying shit, ALL THE BETTER!

“Well i’m sure it’ll be fine just give me a few more minutes.” He stated, going about to cook some rice for the two to eat. As he got up, he reached over ruffling her hair. A little more comfort to not give up. An action he merely did, upon remembering his faithful retainer doing it to him as a kid.