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Nanako was moving around the kitchen like an expert, dragging a chair behind her so she could get into the cabnits and pull down two glasses.  She filled them up with ice and sat them on the table, then ran back for the coke and sat down at the table.  ”I don’t know how long the power was off, so it might be a little hot.”  She twisted the cap off and poured coke into the glasses, though she kept eyeing the pizza.

She didn’t even realize how hungry she was till he opened the box.  A small laugh escaped her lips as she jumped back out of her seat and grabbed some paper plates and returned to the table.

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The girl seemed to jump back rather quickly, and the small laugh that escape her lips seemed to bring a faint smile to his own lips. Curiously, he watched her gather some plates. Her little piggy tails bouncing with her movements, "Oh. Damn, weird how I work here yet I haven't tried this Pizza yet."

That was weird but whatever, at least now he'd get a chance to eat it. Probably the last time he'd eat pizza from there too--but whatever. Shrugging his own thoughts away, Masamune took his coke and sipped it, "You don't live far from the student dorms. Just wondering but, do you go to class at the school?"

He doesn't remember their being classes for younger kids but... Maybe their was.

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I'm alive

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Somewhere, Ieyasu knew this was a bad idea. But that was the awake part of him—which was very, very weak. Another part of him found this kind of funny; he could still remember being intimidated by this other boy not so long ago, and now things were like this. The rest of him found the situation far too comfortable to be bothered.

“Can’t punch me with your arms in a bind”, he grumbled out slowly, and sleepily cheered at his logic. 

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"Fuc--" Ieyasu's grip seemed to be tighter, and in this state he really couldnt do anything. Reel up his arm to give the other a good punch, lean over to head butt him--literally the only thing he could do was knee him but even then Ieyasu refused to let the other move far enough to move around.

He was mad, really mad. This was so very inconvenient and Masamune failed to slip out of the others hold. After what seemed like a good 10 minutes of him throwing himself around trying to escape. The dragon gave up, turned over so that Ieyasu's face would bury into his back, and looked down at his Psp. Trying to continue playing it because he needed to occupy his mind with something right about now.

Sadly, he didn't realize the thing had been sitting on for quiet a while. To his dismay, it had shut off right as he was about to reach a save point--lucky psps are awesome and if it shuts off as long as you leave the game in and charge it. You can turn it right on to where it left off.

Still, he was mad. Grumpy, annoyed, all sorts of negative feelings. Continually pushing against the others waist trying to get out. Nothing. Nothing worked.

"Tch." So there he sat, his eyebrows furrowed into an apparent scowl and slowly the One-eyed dragon had began to fall asleep right in Ieyasu's arms.

With the occasional angry grumbling here and there.

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Ieyasu was normally a very considerate person. However, when he was asleep, all semblance of acquiescent congeniality flew out the window—probably punched out by his dominant subconscious.

“Nn-nn”, came the mumbled and barely coherent response. “S’ comfy.”

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Masamune was absolutely appalled that this boy was clinging to him like a 5 year old. The hell was going on with the other that he'd think this would be okay to do? It was like some annoyingly clingy kid who wasn't disgus--on second thought. The expression on the others face was some what cute. If he could say, somewhat at least. Eyebrows were laxed, and looked mored relaxed then concentrated on something before him. Masamune had stopped moving, and he sighed. Ieyasu's tight grip didn't let go, and Date wondered if he was going to have to punch the other till he woke up, "I'll beat you, you son of a gun' if you don't wake the fuck up."

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After a few moments of blearily trying to ignore the other’s presence, Ieyasu finally groaned in protest. Then, he whipped an arm out and tried to drag the other under the covers with him.

“No waking people allowed”—was what Ieyasu meant to say. However, it came out more like “Nnnwwakngglld”.

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Suddenly he was caught in an arm hold, and those arms were firm. Reeling him in to where he seemingly couldn't escape. He wiggled about at first. Pushing his one hand against the others body. Trying to push away but that didn't seem to do anything at all, "Fuck, TOKUGAWA WAKE UP!"

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Nanako smiled gently, glad that there was now light in the small apartment.  She didn’t even think of lighting candles.  Her mind had been preoccupied before then.  ”Thank you.”  She was thanking him for lighting candles.  ”You’ll…stay for a little while, right?”  She paused, then looked at the refrigerator.  She didn’t want to be alone.  Hopefully he would stay for a little while longer.  ”I’ll try to find something to drink!” 

She quickly walked to the refrigerator and pulled out a two liter bottle of soda and sat it on the counter.  ”I like cheese pizza, so it’s good!”  For the moment, it seemed as if she had forgotten that she was abandoned.

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Masamune saw the smile on her face, which seemed to make the teen feel at peace for his generosity. Granted, he would probably get fired but at this point, the one-eyed dragon could give two fucks less. Sitting beside the kitchen table, he pulled off his hat. Letting his layered cut hair fall down around his face. Covering the black eyepatch, and a bit of his only eye. Masamune quickly ran his hand through his hair. Which was enough for his hair to return back to its part and out of his way, "Sure, why not. Don't think I'll be heading back to work anytime soon. Tch."

Masamune flipped the box of pizza open, looking at the bottle of coke she took out, "Oh nice, coke always goes good with pizza."

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[Not quite awake yet] eh? is that so? Strange. Make sure you close the door on your way out, alright? I wouldn’t want Mitsunari to get upset…

[he starts to dig himself back under the covers]

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"Ah, I ain't going anywhere." Masamune sits himself on Ieyasus bed, pulling out his psp, "The other bastard doesnt seem like hes around either."

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Nanako opened the door the rest of the way and nodded.  She was too depressed to go over the rules in her head when dealing with letting strangers in the house.  But he was offering pizza, not candy.  And this was her dad’s apartment, not a white van…

She didn’t even mind the language at this point.  ”Sure.  Pizza sounds good.  Come in.”

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PEDOOO.

I mean.

Masamune smirked slightly, glad that the girl seemed much chiper then before. No more tears, no sad faces, no taking as if something was hurting her. Just a small faint smile showing how gentle and kind of a small child she was, "Arright."

Walking into the apartment, he looked around. It was indeed eeriely quiet, and their were no lights to light the way. He managed to find the kitchen since the place was pretty small and easy to find. Placing the box onto the table, he looked around for candles or any sort of lighting. Finding a few candles, but no lighters or matches. Masamune slipped out his own lighter, flipping open the top and started a light. Where he turned on a few candles. Blessing the small kitchen with some light, "It's just cheese pizza, hope ya' dont mind."

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Hnn?

…how do you guys always manage to get into my room?

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Tch, i dont know your door always seems unlocked.

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Nanako tried her best to not show her tears, she quickly wiped her eyes and looked up at Masamune.  ”It’s okay.  Really.”  She tried to smile.  She was used to this…from before Souji entered her life.  Her dad working late, sometimes not even coming home…Work always came first, she should have known that would never change.

Now he was gone.  She finally admitted it to herself.  He left her alone in this place that wasn’t Inaba.  She took a deep breath, steadying herself.  ”I think dad had to go home.  With how fast it seems he left…it must have been an emergency.”

Though, at the idea of food, Nanako seemed to perk up a small bit.

“I…I am a little hungry.”  She answered his question honestly.

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"Mm, emergency?" Masamune was more for being upfront, and factual. Not lying, but their were moments like these where he'd play along for the time being. If she believed this it was better to let her think that. Rather then having a stranger she just met tell her otherwise, "Well then, up for some pizza, Nanako-chan? Better that we eat it then let it get fuckin' cold. Mind if I come in?"

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He could tell she was hiding something, and she flinched when it was out in the open.  She stepped away from the door and looked down, her hands clasped together over her chest.  ”He’s…He’s really busy.”  She whimpered.  Not out of fear, but out of the fact the lie she was telling herself was falling apart.

She paused for a long time, her eyes unfocused and begining to tear up.  ”He’ll be home soon…He just forgot to pay the light bill and phone bill…and needed to pack up his stuff…and leave me…without telling me…and not even leave me a note…”  She bit her lip, trying her best to not cry.

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It had been a while since Masamune felt his heart churn, the feeling of someone punching him from the inside. Something he never let himself feel but unfortunately in this case, it happened all to fast and suddenly. His expression remained the same. Nonchalant to the little girl who was heart broken, heart broken because of something going on with her father. 

She continued insisting that her father would be home soon. Masamune wondered if he was there, and she was just hiding lies wanting Masamune to go away. However, she wasn't telling him to leave. Niether did it seem like she was in a hurry for him to disappear either. No wounds on her body, it didn't seem like a sign of parental abuse... Perhaps just the lack of parental guidance. 

"Ah, are you hungry?" Masamune asked, hoping the girl was up for some cheese pizza.

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I'm alive

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Wake dah fuq up.

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Your Ex started following you

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For some reason, Kasuga was a tad disappointed in his reply. Nothing had changed in the three years they had been apart? Did that mean he was still causing trouble like he had been when the two first met? More than likely, she decided, and she refrained from saying anything negative about his lifestyle choices. “Me? Well…” there was a pause and she smiled at the thought of how much her life changed when she met Kenshin. He was truly the only reason why she wasn’t dead in some gutter somewhere. 

{ Obligatory AHHNNN KENSHIN-SAMA!!!

  We’ll say this is just a mental reaction to the thought of the older man. }

Back on the physical plane. 

“… Yeah, I haven’t been in any fights since… well, a good while.” Another pause and delicate features lit up once more in a grin. “I decided to turn over a new leaf and be serious about my life for once. — And, well… I’m a lot happier.” She felt like she had a purpose now, which gave her a sense of completion. 

“Are you busy?” Not that she wanted to detain him — but it would be nice to sit and talk, instead of lurking around the gymnasium. 

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"Ah? You know for someone like you, I can only guess you met someone. So whos the dude? Some hot shot billionare?" The thought made him want to laugh, with how elegant Kasuga held herself. Masamune couldn't help but imagine her as some sort of trophy wife. Or even just eye candy for some old ass billionaire, so was this new leaf her way of trying to get around things? At least, from how she orginally knew Kasuga. Thats what he could surmise for now.

"I ain't busy, if you wanna go out for some lunch or some shit. I'd love to say yes."

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“Yeah.  Dad comes home late a lot.  He’s just running late again.”  Nanako’s small hands were gripped tightly at the side of the door.  She wasn’t sure how much longer she could keep the lie up.  She knew her dad had to leave her, probably for work.  She just didn’t want to admit it.  ”It’s okay.  I know he’ll be here soon.”

“My name is Nanako Dojima.  Dad works for the school as a security guard.  I’d have to look the number up…She glanced at the fridge, where the emergency numbers were held up with a magnet, but she wasn’t sure if she wanted to point that out.  She didn’t want to know the truth.  She wanted to keep telling herself the same lie.

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Masamune gave the girl another look, she was lying. Her silent fidgeting and hidden gestures of this had been read with ease by Masamune. It was now his decision to do something about it, or mind his manners and walk away. He had a job to do--but the problem here was the teen always had a soft spot for kids. Especially ones that were as young as Nanako.

"My names Date Masamune, 'nd. If you ask me it seems like you're hidding somethin' what gives?" The box of pizza that sat in his hand shifted around a bit so now he was holding the hold thing using the door frame as leverage. Of course he was close to the door but he wasn't about to barge in under any circumstances.

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"Being weird is a nice individual trait.

It’d be boring if everyone were the same.”

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But everyones weird--maybe you more than most.

Fuck that shit, I'd rather be cool.

Tch, and not everyone can be cool.

Now thats individual, you see?