#bunlord

It interests me that our battle hungry warlord tells the MC that she and Shingen are stupid/crazy for returning to the warring states era, instead of staying in the peaceful future.  It made me quite curious about our snowy bunny lord.

You watched Kenshin as he tried on yet another set of clothes.  You brought him to your time and he seemed to have trouble fitting in a bit.  You couldn’t blame him, when you first arrived to the Sengoku, you could barely get yourself into a kimono and the culture shock nearly killed you, quite literally.  You could only imagine the effort Kenshin was putting in to fit in here.

He’d finally managed to stop trying to take his sword into public.  You were surprised that it was easier than you initially thought it’d be to get him to part with his bestest friend (that’s not alive, at any rate) and that Sasuke managed to talk him into going shopping.  Sasuke had taken Kenshin on as a flatmate until you could work out a more permanent solution to the Kenshin in the non-sengoku situation.

“I want this one,” he held up a plain white shirt, to go with the five other plain white shirts you held for him.  It was becoming quite apparent that style wasn’t this one’s strong point, but then, you didn’t hold out much hope over that.  That was more Shingen’s thing, in your opinion.  You checked your arms, noting a lack of bottoms.  Pants were something Kenshin struggled with and you knew you were going to have to say something.  

You took the shirt gently from him, adding it to the keep pile.  “You’re going to need pants.  This isn’t the sengoku, clothes aren’t meant to cover everything in one piece.”  You urged him back into the dressing room, thankful that at least he’d kept the pants on that Sasuke had loaned him.  They looked like old worn out athletic clothes and you wondered if Sasuke used them when ninja training.  THe thought brought a grin to your face as you thought about the humor in that.

“You’re laughing at me, woman,” Kenshin’s tone was quiet, but you knew he was feeling pouty.  You had to resist kissing his cheek in response as you pushed him back to the dressing room.  “I’m going to put these down.  If you need help with the buttons on the pants, I can help, ok?”  He gave you a look.  You knew the answer to your question as his “no” rumbled along your skin.  It wasn’t the time or the place, but his beauty matched with that deep voice always did have a hold on you.  You nodded, stepping back out to give him privacy.

Your phone buzzed, signaling a call.  Checking, you saw Sasuke’s name pop up on the id.  “How is shopping?”  Sasuke greeted.  He’d gone to a seminar with his professor, discussing wormholes and other physics matters that somewhat went over your head when he discussed them, which was how you were shouldered with taking the Warlord of the Uesugi clan shopping instead of him.  You told him he was having trouble with buttons, giving a soft laugh in spite of yourself.  “Hmmm….” Sasuke’s voice sounded contemplative as he thought about the situation.  “Here, pick some styles and sizes.  I think I can help. I gotta go,” which a click, Sasuke’s presence disappeared as abruptly as he’d come.  [Such is the way of the ninja].

You stepped to the door, knocking softly, “Kenshin, everything ok?”  He came out, still in Sasuke’s athletic pants.  You shook your head and handed him his shirt pile.  “Here…” you murmured, selecting a few pairs of pants, holding them to Kenshin’s waist, checking the size.  You hoped you weren’t getting too big or worse, too little, for the lithe warlord.  [I hadn’t noticed since he wore so much armor at the time.  But Kenshin is very slim.  Strong, yes...but slim.]

After your purchases, you decided you both would take a walk. It was a while before Sasuke returned and you wanted some time before the besties went off on their bro adventures.  You took Kenshin to a pet store, letting him pet the guinea pigs and bunnies they had.  He held a mini lop eared rabbit, the image being too much for you to handle.  You took out your phone, the click giving away the picture you had taken.  Kenshin glanced at the item before going back to petting the bunny, “I’ve heard that click four times now.  What does it mean?”

You had to bite your tongue to keep from stating you were taking secret pictures of him.  He might take offense to that [but he’s cute.  He’d probably kill me for that...but he is].  You smiled, hedging a bit, “It’s nothing bad.  Just means I did something on the phone.”  [Note to self, turn off sound later.]  Kenshin set the tiny creature back into its nest with its siblings before taking your hand, squeezing it.  You’d come to realize he held your hand to prevent you from disappearing, but it still sent a thrill through you that he’d take your hand so and you had to mentally yell at your heart not to burst from your ribs.

Coming to Sasuke’s apartment, you found Sasuke returned first.  You handed the bags to him, stating that you would get dinner started for the three of you.  Sasuke took the bags willingly, greeting Kenshin.  “Come on, Kenshin-sama,” he said as gently as he could, “let’s go tackle the battle of the jeans.”  Kenshin perked at that, until he realized Sasuke did not have a sword ready.

You set out ingredients, debating what to make, chopping up some vegetables, putting water on to boil.  You found you were spending more time at Sasuke’s place than at your own and you wondered if the three of you should seek housing together once Sasuke was more finished with school.  The thought had you smiling as you set various things on to cook.  Life in the present was turning out quite nicely and you were glad you managed to keep your love and what wound up being your best friend of the Sengoku in your life.

You set the table, hearing the dynamic duo come out from one of the back rooms.  You glanced up, your mind coming to a halt at the vision in front of you.  His blush aside, you saw that the shirts he’d picked streamlined his form nicely, the top buttons left undone, giving you an unbridled view of his neck and collar bones.  The jeans you’d selected fit his narrow hips nicely, Sasuke’s belt giving additional accent that your libido wasn’t prepared for.  In short, he was beautiful.  A blue eye and a green eye watched you as you took him in.  “You’re beautiful...” you breathed before you could stop yourself.  His face grew serious, forcing you to recover quickly, “Sasuke!” you yelled, louder than you wanted, “We should take a picture.  Doesn’t he look great?”

Sasuke agreed and both of you pulled out your phones, Kenshin eyeing your devices warily, “Picture…” he muttered.  He’d seen some lining walls of places he’d been, so he knew something of what they were.  You crowded with Sasuke and Kenshin, Sasuke telling Kenshin to look a certain direction, then another, making sure both of your phones caught the heterochormial lord.  They clicked, and Kenshin was staring at the likeness of himself.

“That click…” he muttered and you realized your day of sneaking pictures were found out, “that’s what you were doing, woman?”  You smiled a little hesitantly as he held out his hand.  “Show me,” he demanded.  [Uh-oh…]