Fanfic time
Hey Guys, I think it's about time I post this. I don't think i can rewrite it anymore than I have. Guess i'm finally satisfied with it. Now I think I can continue on with it. I don't write fics often, I prefer drawing instead. But I just had to get this out. I do have trouble getting my thoughts on paper and using correct grammar, but I think I did okay this time around.
Title: Maigo no Riyuu(Lost Dragon)
Author: ...me
Pairing: Koju/Masa(kinda...not really the point)
Rating: T(mainly Masa's Engrish)
Summary: AU Set during 2nd season. What if Kojuro joined the Toyotomi army?
Notes: For the four mooks in Date's army, I tend to call them Yon-tachi, which is basically means group of 4.
I also use some Japanese words...because it just sounds weird using english.
Bold font is English
This fic idea, along with several others, has been in my head for awhile, I think so much potential was lost with Kojuro being captured. While I was happy with what did happen, I wanted more.*is greedy*
I also grabbed stuff from everywhere, mostly Moon Scars by Clio S.S http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6846564/1/Moon_Scars
Every Koju/Masa fan should read it
Kojuro let out a sigh. He had been meditating for several hours now. The sun had already set for the day, allowing night to fall across the land. The moon created an eerie kind of glow on the captive dragon’s surroundings. Kojuro usually took comfort in the moon, but tonight he felt uneasy. He glanced around the room he was currently in, seeing nothing of particular interest. He had recently been moved, for what purpose, he was not sure. The room looked like the first one he was held in, completely bare, save for one window with bars on it, and was noticeably larger. Not that any of this really mattered, for it was still, to Kojuro, his prison. The Date retainer leaned back against the wall, maybe he should consider himself lucky. He was provided with all his meals and allowed to keep up his hygiene, most prisoners were not treated this well. If it wasn’t for being locked in the room, one would have thought he was a guest in the castle. Kojuro snorted to himself. But then again most prisoners weren’t lusted after by some masked lunatic either.
Kojuro was suddenly pulled out of his thoughts by the guard unlocking the door. “I’m coming in Katakura-kun.” ‘Speak of the devil.’ He wryly thought. Kojuro watched silently as Takenaka Hanbei walked in, with two large guards following close behind. The door closed behind the trio.
“Katakura-kun, I hope you are doing well.” Hanbei smiled as he stood in front of the Date retainer. Shooting him a glare, Kojuro remained silent. “Now don’t act like that. I’m only looking out for your best interest.” If Kojuro was the type to, he would’ve rolled his eyes. Even without seeing it, Hanbei seemed to sense the gesture, and continued on. “Well, I suppose I should let you know my reason for being here.” His demeanor suddenly became serious, catching the dragon’s attention. “I want to offer you one more chance to willingly become a general in Hideyoshi’s army.” Kojuro raised an eyebrow. ‘Willingly? What is that supposed to mean?’ he thought.
Sitting up straighter, Kojuro took a breath and looked up at Hanbei, with unmoving resolve in his eyes. “No matter how many times you offer, my answer will remain the same. This Kojuro will serve no other than Masamune-sama.” Hanbei closed his eyes and sighed. “Then you leave me no other choice.” He then stared at Kojuro through narrowed eyes.
“You will join us.”
Kojuro began to rise to his feet, suddenly feeling nervous. “Restrain him.” Hanbei ordered, without taking his eyes off Kojuro. The two guards, who had been waiting silently in the background, rushed forward, each one grabbing an arm and twisting it behind his back, immobilizing him. Kojuro pulled against the hold on his arms, but a swift knee to the gut and an elbow to his back, had him crashing to the floor. His body completely vulnerable after his armor was taken away during his first escape attempt.
Hanbei knelt down in front of Kojuro. Reaching out a gloved hand he lifted the Date dragon’s head up. “Don’t worry Katakura-kun, I am told this will be completely painless….physically at least.” Kojuro jerked away from the masked man’s hand. “What are you planning, Takenaka Hanbei?” He snarled. Hanbei just smiled and stood back up. He then turned to the door. “You may come in now.”
The sliding door opened. Kojuro turned his head to see a man completely wrapped in bandages, with a butterfly type helmet on his head, sitting on a floating palanquin. The man floated to Hanbei’s side. He glanced down at the captive dragon. Kojuro had to force himself to keep from flinching, when the unknown man’s eyes met his. Kojuro could see nothing within the man’s eyes. It was like looking at a porcelain doll, completely lifeless. Kojuro fought the chill that ran through his spine.
“This is the one?” The bandaged man asked. Hanbei looked down at Kojuro. “Ah, this is him.” Kojuro was beginning to lose his patience. He felt like an animal on display. “THAT’S ENOUGH! WHAT ARE YOU PLANNING!” Hanbei smiled. “Oh, how rude of me. Katakura-kun, this is Otani Yoshitsugu. He will be assisting you in becoming one of our generals.”
“I’ve already refused.” Hanbei ignored Kojuro and glanced at Otani. “How long do you think it will take?” “How many years do you want gone?” Hanbei raised his hand to his chin in thought. “I believe about ten years. He has been with Masamune-kun for a long time.”
Kojuro froze, his eyes widening with realization. His memories. They were going to erase his memories. His loyalty to the Date clan spanned over half his life. Kojuro’s mind begin racing. If they took his memories, where would that leave him? Would they replace his memories with false ones, or would he be a teenager in an adult’s body? Questions continued to race through his mind, as the implications of his fate loomed over him.
Otani looked at the shock-stricken man before him. “Seems he’s realized what is to come. Ten years…and I can sense his strong spirit, this will take some time.” Hanbei turned and headed towards the door. “Come let me know when it is finished. I have preparations to make.” Hanbei then paused and glanced back at Kojuro. “I do look forward to working with you Katakura-kun.” With that he left the room, the door sliding shut behind him.
Kojuro glared at the door. “Well, shall we get started?” Otani floated closer. Kojuro begin to struggle with all his strength. “Resisting will just make it harder on yourself.” Otani said. He reached out a bandaged hand and touched Kojuro’s forehead. “Also more painful.” Kojuro involuntarily gasped as he felt the mummified man invading his mind.
Sense of time was completely lost on Kojuro. If felt as if he was reliving and losing his life at the same time. He could do nothing as memory after memory appeared and vanished away. He watched the moment he had first met Masamune, back when he was Botenmaru and he himself was Kagetsuna. His initial confusion of how the young heir could smile at a statue of the angry Fudo Myo-o. The helplessness he felt, when the child was stricken with smallpox, due to his own carelessness. The moment Botenmaru gave him the name Kojuro, resulting in his oath to see to it that the young dragon would soar to the heavens. The crucial day Botenmaru asked him to remove his useless right eye. All the long training sessions, preparing the young boy to become a worthy heir and warrior. Kojuro watched as his past-self tried to feel the void left by the boy’s uncaring mother and his all too busy father. The time Date Terumune was taken hostage, and his life was lost, deeply affecting them both. Helping Masamune deal with his decision to kill his younger brother, and exile his mother, to secure his birthright. By this time Kojuro was having trouble staying on his feet. The pain was becoming too much to bear. He couldn’t stop from crying out as parts of his very soul were ripped away from him.
Kojuro tried his hardest to hold on to each memory, yet every attempt failed. Even though the pain became worse the more he resisted, it didn’t stop him from trying over and over again. He knew he had to fight to the end. Yet his strength was fading rapidly, and as each memory disappeared, he began to wonder why and what was he fighting. Finally Kojuro fell to his knees, as exhaustion began to take over.
He looked up just as an image of Masamune, Shigezane, Itsuki and the Yon-tachi appeared before him. Kojuro watched as the memory Masamune turned toward him, stretching out his hand in invitation, with his trademark grin. The others were smiling behind him. It took the Date strategist longer than he’d like to admit to place the faces he was seeing. Kojuro reached out to the hand, but as soon as he did, the memory Masamune began to fade, along with all the others. Despair struck Kojuro, like a knife to the heart, as he watched his lord and his comrades disappear. His breathing began to quicken, as panic finally set in. He now realized he had lost everything that made him Katakura Kojuro. He looked around as the memory world began to fade. One last thought crossed his mind before he gave in to the darkness.
‘Masamune-sama, please forgive this Kojuro.’
It was a quiet night at the Date compound. Dokuganryuu Date Masamune was in the training yard. Surrounded by several hay bundles, he stood with his eye closed, the night wind softly ruffling his hair. In an instant, he drew his blade, cleanly slicing through half of the bundles. Masamune let out a breath and looked down at the blade in his hand. Reading over the inscription, he had long ago memorized, slowly he re-sheathed his right-eye’s sword.
“HITTOU!!!”
Masamune turned to see four of his men running towards him. He let out an irritated sigh at the deja-vu feeling he had. It could only be more trouble. The last few weeks had been nothing but rebellions, and Toyotomi’s lackey armies trying to overthrow him. Itsuki had tried to help out, but her group was only so big, they couldn’t handle all the uprisings. On top of all that, he hadn’t had a chance to go take back his right-eye. It has been almost a month since the young lord had last seen his most trusted retainer. With his absence, Masamune had come to realize, he had let himself rely on Kojuro too much. Naively believing he would always be there.
Masamune looked down at the four kneeling before him.
“Hittou?”
Masamune looked at Yoshinao. “What is it?”
The four men shared a look. They still weren’t used to the way their lord would space out from time to time. They all knew their leader was taking Kojuro’s absence hard. Masamune had become a lot more cautious with his decisions, especially after Toyotomi’s masked strategist mocked him for it.
“Hittou, we just received the report from the scouts following the Toyotomi army movements.
“And?” Masamune pressed impatiently.
Bunshichiro opened up the scroll. “They say the Toyotomi army has a new general, who has been leading several main units along with Takenaka Hanbei.” Masamune raised an eyebrow. ‘A new general, and already leading main units? He must be something.’ He grimly thought. Bunshichiro continued on. “There’s also a description Hittou.” Bunshichiro’s eyes widened as he scanned the scroll.
“N-No way. There must be a mistake…”
Masamune narrowed his eye. He had a feeling he knew exactly what the scroll said.
“Read it.”
Bunchichiro nervously looked up at his lord, clenching the scroll, he then began to read. “The new general of the Toyotomi army appears to be left-handed…”
Masamune’s eye twitched.
“A scar on his left cheek…”
The other three men watched warily as their lord tightened his grip on his sword.
“And he goes by the name…Katakura…Kagetsuna…”
The four men watched as their lord closed his eye and turned his back to them. With a shout, Masamune drew the sword, cleanly splitting the remaining hay bundles in two.
“Hi-Hittou!!!” Yoshinao stammered. “Katakura-sama would never betray you. There must be a mistake.” The other three began to voice their agreements.
“SHUT-UP!!!”
Masamune whirled around and glared at the four. “I know Kojuro would never betray us!!!” He looked down at the sword in his hand, Kojuro’s sword.
“Takenaka Hanbei…”
“Where were they last seen?”
Bunshichiro, startled, looked back at the report. “It seems they were heading in the direction of Echigo.” Masamune began to walk away. “We’re having a meeting tomorrow morning. Go tell everyone.”
“Hai!!”
The four scramble away. Masamune looked up at the night sky. The half-moon, eerily resembling the one on his right-eye’s coat, looked back.
“…Kojuro…”
Title: Maigo no Riyuu(Lost Dragon)
Author: ...me
Pairing: Koju/Masa(kinda...not really the point)
Rating: T(mainly Masa's Engrish)
Summary: AU Set during 2nd season. What if Kojuro joined the Toyotomi army?
Notes: For the four mooks in Date's army, I tend to call them Yon-tachi, which is basically means group of 4.
I also use some Japanese words...because it just sounds weird using english.
Bold font is English
This fic idea, along with several others, has been in my head for awhile, I think so much potential was lost with Kojuro being captured. While I was happy with what did happen, I wanted more.*is greedy*
I also grabbed stuff from everywhere, mostly Moon Scars by Clio S.S http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6846564/1/Moon_Scars
Every Koju/Masa fan should read it
Kojuro let out a sigh. He had been meditating for several hours now. The sun had already set for the day, allowing night to fall across the land. The moon created an eerie kind of glow on the captive dragon’s surroundings. Kojuro usually took comfort in the moon, but tonight he felt uneasy. He glanced around the room he was currently in, seeing nothing of particular interest. He had recently been moved, for what purpose, he was not sure. The room looked like the first one he was held in, completely bare, save for one window with bars on it, and was noticeably larger. Not that any of this really mattered, for it was still, to Kojuro, his prison. The Date retainer leaned back against the wall, maybe he should consider himself lucky. He was provided with all his meals and allowed to keep up his hygiene, most prisoners were not treated this well. If it wasn’t for being locked in the room, one would have thought he was a guest in the castle. Kojuro snorted to himself. But then again most prisoners weren’t lusted after by some masked lunatic either.
Kojuro was suddenly pulled out of his thoughts by the guard unlocking the door. “I’m coming in Katakura-kun.” ‘Speak of the devil.’ He wryly thought. Kojuro watched silently as Takenaka Hanbei walked in, with two large guards following close behind. The door closed behind the trio.
“Katakura-kun, I hope you are doing well.” Hanbei smiled as he stood in front of the Date retainer. Shooting him a glare, Kojuro remained silent. “Now don’t act like that. I’m only looking out for your best interest.” If Kojuro was the type to, he would’ve rolled his eyes. Even without seeing it, Hanbei seemed to sense the gesture, and continued on. “Well, I suppose I should let you know my reason for being here.” His demeanor suddenly became serious, catching the dragon’s attention. “I want to offer you one more chance to willingly become a general in Hideyoshi’s army.” Kojuro raised an eyebrow. ‘Willingly? What is that supposed to mean?’ he thought.
Sitting up straighter, Kojuro took a breath and looked up at Hanbei, with unmoving resolve in his eyes. “No matter how many times you offer, my answer will remain the same. This Kojuro will serve no other than Masamune-sama.” Hanbei closed his eyes and sighed. “Then you leave me no other choice.” He then stared at Kojuro through narrowed eyes.
“You will join us.”
Kojuro began to rise to his feet, suddenly feeling nervous. “Restrain him.” Hanbei ordered, without taking his eyes off Kojuro. The two guards, who had been waiting silently in the background, rushed forward, each one grabbing an arm and twisting it behind his back, immobilizing him. Kojuro pulled against the hold on his arms, but a swift knee to the gut and an elbow to his back, had him crashing to the floor. His body completely vulnerable after his armor was taken away during his first escape attempt.
Hanbei knelt down in front of Kojuro. Reaching out a gloved hand he lifted the Date dragon’s head up. “Don’t worry Katakura-kun, I am told this will be completely painless….physically at least.” Kojuro jerked away from the masked man’s hand. “What are you planning, Takenaka Hanbei?” He snarled. Hanbei just smiled and stood back up. He then turned to the door. “You may come in now.”
The sliding door opened. Kojuro turned his head to see a man completely wrapped in bandages, with a butterfly type helmet on his head, sitting on a floating palanquin. The man floated to Hanbei’s side. He glanced down at the captive dragon. Kojuro had to force himself to keep from flinching, when the unknown man’s eyes met his. Kojuro could see nothing within the man’s eyes. It was like looking at a porcelain doll, completely lifeless. Kojuro fought the chill that ran through his spine.
“This is the one?” The bandaged man asked. Hanbei looked down at Kojuro. “Ah, this is him.” Kojuro was beginning to lose his patience. He felt like an animal on display. “THAT’S ENOUGH! WHAT ARE YOU PLANNING!” Hanbei smiled. “Oh, how rude of me. Katakura-kun, this is Otani Yoshitsugu. He will be assisting you in becoming one of our generals.”
“I’ve already refused.” Hanbei ignored Kojuro and glanced at Otani. “How long do you think it will take?” “How many years do you want gone?” Hanbei raised his hand to his chin in thought. “I believe about ten years. He has been with Masamune-kun for a long time.”
Kojuro froze, his eyes widening with realization. His memories. They were going to erase his memories. His loyalty to the Date clan spanned over half his life. Kojuro’s mind begin racing. If they took his memories, where would that leave him? Would they replace his memories with false ones, or would he be a teenager in an adult’s body? Questions continued to race through his mind, as the implications of his fate loomed over him.
Otani looked at the shock-stricken man before him. “Seems he’s realized what is to come. Ten years…and I can sense his strong spirit, this will take some time.” Hanbei turned and headed towards the door. “Come let me know when it is finished. I have preparations to make.” Hanbei then paused and glanced back at Kojuro. “I do look forward to working with you Katakura-kun.” With that he left the room, the door sliding shut behind him.
Kojuro glared at the door. “Well, shall we get started?” Otani floated closer. Kojuro begin to struggle with all his strength. “Resisting will just make it harder on yourself.” Otani said. He reached out a bandaged hand and touched Kojuro’s forehead. “Also more painful.” Kojuro involuntarily gasped as he felt the mummified man invading his mind.
Sense of time was completely lost on Kojuro. If felt as if he was reliving and losing his life at the same time. He could do nothing as memory after memory appeared and vanished away. He watched the moment he had first met Masamune, back when he was Botenmaru and he himself was Kagetsuna. His initial confusion of how the young heir could smile at a statue of the angry Fudo Myo-o. The helplessness he felt, when the child was stricken with smallpox, due to his own carelessness. The moment Botenmaru gave him the name Kojuro, resulting in his oath to see to it that the young dragon would soar to the heavens. The crucial day Botenmaru asked him to remove his useless right eye. All the long training sessions, preparing the young boy to become a worthy heir and warrior. Kojuro watched as his past-self tried to feel the void left by the boy’s uncaring mother and his all too busy father. The time Date Terumune was taken hostage, and his life was lost, deeply affecting them both. Helping Masamune deal with his decision to kill his younger brother, and exile his mother, to secure his birthright. By this time Kojuro was having trouble staying on his feet. The pain was becoming too much to bear. He couldn’t stop from crying out as parts of his very soul were ripped away from him.
Kojuro tried his hardest to hold on to each memory, yet every attempt failed. Even though the pain became worse the more he resisted, it didn’t stop him from trying over and over again. He knew he had to fight to the end. Yet his strength was fading rapidly, and as each memory disappeared, he began to wonder why and what was he fighting. Finally Kojuro fell to his knees, as exhaustion began to take over.
He looked up just as an image of Masamune, Shigezane, Itsuki and the Yon-tachi appeared before him. Kojuro watched as the memory Masamune turned toward him, stretching out his hand in invitation, with his trademark grin. The others were smiling behind him. It took the Date strategist longer than he’d like to admit to place the faces he was seeing. Kojuro reached out to the hand, but as soon as he did, the memory Masamune began to fade, along with all the others. Despair struck Kojuro, like a knife to the heart, as he watched his lord and his comrades disappear. His breathing began to quicken, as panic finally set in. He now realized he had lost everything that made him Katakura Kojuro. He looked around as the memory world began to fade. One last thought crossed his mind before he gave in to the darkness.
‘Masamune-sama, please forgive this Kojuro.’
It was a quiet night at the Date compound. Dokuganryuu Date Masamune was in the training yard. Surrounded by several hay bundles, he stood with his eye closed, the night wind softly ruffling his hair. In an instant, he drew his blade, cleanly slicing through half of the bundles. Masamune let out a breath and looked down at the blade in his hand. Reading over the inscription, he had long ago memorized, slowly he re-sheathed his right-eye’s sword.
“HITTOU!!!”
Masamune turned to see four of his men running towards him. He let out an irritated sigh at the deja-vu feeling he had. It could only be more trouble. The last few weeks had been nothing but rebellions, and Toyotomi’s lackey armies trying to overthrow him. Itsuki had tried to help out, but her group was only so big, they couldn’t handle all the uprisings. On top of all that, he hadn’t had a chance to go take back his right-eye. It has been almost a month since the young lord had last seen his most trusted retainer. With his absence, Masamune had come to realize, he had let himself rely on Kojuro too much. Naively believing he would always be there.
Masamune looked down at the four kneeling before him.
“Hittou?”
Masamune looked at Yoshinao. “What is it?”
The four men shared a look. They still weren’t used to the way their lord would space out from time to time. They all knew their leader was taking Kojuro’s absence hard. Masamune had become a lot more cautious with his decisions, especially after Toyotomi’s masked strategist mocked him for it.
“Hittou, we just received the report from the scouts following the Toyotomi army movements.
“And?” Masamune pressed impatiently.
Bunshichiro opened up the scroll. “They say the Toyotomi army has a new general, who has been leading several main units along with Takenaka Hanbei.” Masamune raised an eyebrow. ‘A new general, and already leading main units? He must be something.’ He grimly thought. Bunshichiro continued on. “There’s also a description Hittou.” Bunshichiro’s eyes widened as he scanned the scroll.
“N-No way. There must be a mistake…”
Masamune narrowed his eye. He had a feeling he knew exactly what the scroll said.
“Read it.”
Bunchichiro nervously looked up at his lord, clenching the scroll, he then began to read. “The new general of the Toyotomi army appears to be left-handed…”
Masamune’s eye twitched.
“A scar on his left cheek…”
The other three men watched warily as their lord tightened his grip on his sword.
“And he goes by the name…Katakura…Kagetsuna…”
The four men watched as their lord closed his eye and turned his back to them. With a shout, Masamune drew the sword, cleanly splitting the remaining hay bundles in two.
“Hi-Hittou!!!” Yoshinao stammered. “Katakura-sama would never betray you. There must be a mistake.” The other three began to voice their agreements.
“SHUT-UP!!!”
Masamune whirled around and glared at the four. “I know Kojuro would never betray us!!!” He looked down at the sword in his hand, Kojuro’s sword.
“Takenaka Hanbei…”
“Where were they last seen?”
Bunshichiro, startled, looked back at the report. “It seems they were heading in the direction of Echigo.” Masamune began to walk away. “We’re having a meeting tomorrow morning. Go tell everyone.”
“Hai!!”
The four scramble away. Masamune looked up at the night sky. The half-moon, eerily resembling the one on his right-eye’s coat, looked back.
“…Kojuro…”