How?

Masamune's blood curdles the minute that voice fills the air. Along with the tone accompanying it, the sound of his voice is something he can never forget, even in a place realities away from their own.

He looks to Matsunaga, a million and one feelings rushing through his mind but not one manages to stick long enough to ooze its influence of his movements. For a week now, things seemed to be going far too well. After everything, Kojuro was finally back at his side and despite the very foreign territory, his mood had normalized quite a bit.

So much for that trend. It made sense, that he wouldn't be allowed Kojuro without something to level the playing field back down. Like hell is he going to let this get away from him, like hell will he let Kojuro be taken from him again.

"You—"

Masamune growls out the word but his sentence suffers from his overly dry throat, and it takes conscious effort to swallow--to formulate a complete thought to vocalize. This is no different than any other time they've met, not at all. ( --except his guard wasn't let down this much and he wasn't unarmed-- )

Shit, this is the worst kind of exchange to deal with when it's just anyone, nevermind someone a dangerous as Matsunaga. Masamune isn't afraid, though, so much as simply stewing in a storm of surprise and fury.

Don't how do you do him with that smile. (Why is he so easy, he shouldn't let Matsunaga be able to cause this with nothing—!)

"Matsunaga Hisahide, when the hell did arrive..?!"