Oh Oh Oh! You Know How Much I Love Laying Back In Blanket Nests! Can We Have Lots Of Pillows Too? The

“Oh oh oh! You know how much I love laying back in blanket nests! Can we have lots of pillows too?” the blond pipped happily.

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“I heard that tonight is the night when one is suppose to dress up in costumes and watch scary movies and eat popcorn and candy. Is this true?”

“Are we going to get drunk and have festivities?”

Hot or Not: Rapier AND Masamune in dresses?

“This is always most agreeable. Dresses are better when breezy with friends.” <3

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Buster smiled as he let his friend lead him along to the chopper. Reno complained lightly about having to wait for the two but he had still waited for them. Buster didn’t mind flying though going by land vehicles was still his favorite mode of transportation. Motorcycles were perfect. Chocobos...well...he hated chocobos. Zack loves them but they always seemed to either peck at Angeal or ended up bucking him off, usually Buster along in the process. Not to mention...they kind of smelled.

“I think I have only seen Wutai once.” Buster mused as he sat beside Masa in the back as the helicopter took off. “And not really long enough to actually see it. I’m looking forward so being able to have fun.” he furrowed his brow a little. “Actually...I think this is my first vacation ever.”

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“I’m sorry buddy but I can’t take you with me.” Zack said apologetically as he stuffed his swim trunks into his travel bag. Buster was sitting on his Master’s bed, his arms folded in front of his large chest and wearing a rather forlorn and upset frown on his face. It was an expression that the blade did not often wear. Zack watched him for a moment, feeling bad. It was as if he had just kicked a golden retriever. “Look…you are going to be fine, I promise. I’m sorry but…I’ve been trying to get shore leave for months and the company isn’t going to pay for you to go too.”

Buster just looked away. His master knew that wasn’t true. He didn’t need to be paid for. He could go in sword form, he didn’t have to eat and he didn’t need a place to sleep.

“Come on…please…don’t be upset.” Zack answered as he zipped up his back. “You have my account code so you can use whatever money you need, after all, some of it is yours anyways. I’ll be back in a week. Just…try to be good okay?” he gave him an apologetic smile and headed out the door.

Buster sat for a long moment, still wearing a frown on his face. Zack wasn’t like Angeal…Zack didn’t fall for Buster’s pouting or his rare fits of displeasure. He supposed that is what he liked about him…even though it did not play in his favor.

He stood and walked out of their quarters and into the common room. It was quite and it made him unease. Buster really didn’t like being alone…he wasn’t accustomed to it. And what if something happened to his Master? What if he didn’t come back either like Angeal? What if he got attacked? What was his master suppose to do without him? Fight with an umbrella?

Now feeling left behind and abandoned, the blond sat down in the middle of the floor, trying to figure out what to do next.

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“Before nightfall huh? Then let’s get a move on shall we?”

After that and heading out of the Inn with the innkeeper surprised that they kept their word, Kalm was definitely in a busy state with half of the refugees from Midgar and the other half being sent back to the city to help look for survivors and bring the people food. Masamune was grateful that they excited when they did since if they left any later then nothing would be available. Going from each shop: Item, weapons, defense, and food, he got only what was essential but at least there was a great stock on potions still. He did slip away from Buster a bit as he had managed to nab quite a few apples, granted not dumbapples but a substitute none the less. The silver also had to be careful about people seeing his silver hair though he did make a few excuses saying that he had grown out the silver hair at an early age and he didn’t want to dye it or something but it seemed to have been believable.

Once meeting up with Buster some more, they finally headed to their location that Buster needed to go as he followed the blond’s lead. When they had got to their location, the cliff overlooking a now ruined midgar in the distance, the blade had gotten distracted with the view with the setting sun that when he heard the other speak up, Masamune breathed out as he nodded. “Sounds good. And I guess this will be the last time we see this city, not that I’ll miss it since I already had fives years away, you know?” He breathed out as he then took out an apple before tossing it to the younger weapon.

“Right, lets get going and find that master swordsmith first.”

Buster blinked as he easily caught the apple the other had tossed him. He looked at it for a moment, turning it over in his hand a bit lost in through for a moment. It had been a long time since he had one of these. When was it last...oh yes Cosmo Canyon...

He then smiled to the other, taking a large bite. It was nice and juicy. Not quite had the flavor of a Banora White, but it was still good. Buster never met an apple he didn’t like.

“Thanks...” he replied to the other as he came back to meet up with him. “I really needed this right now.” He glanced back behind him over the ruins of Midgar. “I won’t miss this place either...I really almost think I would rather forget...but lets get going.”

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Journey To Banora

Buster woke from an uneasy sleep, the morning sunlight filtering through the shabby drapes in their small room at the local in in Kalm. Letting out a heavy, Buster ran his hand across his face as he laid in the bed, a dull pain radiating in his right knee. The pain had seeped into his dreams, twisting them even more than they already were. He dreamed about the final battle he fought maybe just two days before against his best friend and love Masamune.

Clack! Ting! Clack! Ting! Clack!

Each strike of Masa’s was to the point and keenly focused on a single point. As a blade, Buster wasn’t exactly fast but what he lacked in speed he made up in bruit force and strength. Only he could be consider Masamune’s equal. However, what Masa lacked in strength he made up in speed and agility, making him Buster’s equal if he was left unchecked.

And now it showed. Each precise strike had left Buster chipped and wounded, about a quarter of the way down from his blade tip. In his human form, even though the shift of anatomy wasn’t exact, his translated to an angry looking wound on his knee. It was red, looking almost like a cut that sat under the skin, two small vein like marks spreading out from it.

He was not only chipped...he was cracking.

They were small, only hair line cracks, but those were the worse since they could spread out and multiply if not taken care of. This left an interesting yet very unconformable pain sensation. The blade had been hurt many times before in his human form; he could be stabbed through the chest, cut up and bleeding but a good rest in his sword form fixed him right up. And human pain wasn’t quite a big deal to him. But this...his was a wound on his true form, a wound that would not heal without skilled repair. This was a pain that went deep and he could not escape it. Also it was causing him to leak energy which, while insignificant now, would cause more trouble as time went on.

The sound of the water filling a tub snapped him out of his thoughts and he sat up. Masa wasn’t in his  bed so he must be bathing and getting ready. Buster had already cleaned himself up the night before so it wasn’t necessary for him to do it again (his hair wasn’t as long as Masa’s anyways). Shifting, he grimaced a little at how stiff his leg was when he moved, standing up and feeling only a little zing of pain when he stood. Bandaging it up and putting pressure on it would probably help...if they actually had a first aid kit. Anyways...he and Masa were travailing to Buster’s hometown of Banora to start a new life after the torn world, to hide from the chaos and everything else that was happening after Metorfall. But...now this meant they had to take a detour. There was not a Master Smith in Kalm and now he had a choice to make:

Go to Corel were there might be a Master Smith...

Or go to an area outside of Gongaga where he knew there was a Master Smith but the man might not be there.

And by the way this wound was setting in...they wouldn’t have enough time to check both places since each one was a bit out of their way.

That also meant that he would eventually have to tell Masa and he wasn’t sure how he was going to do that yet.

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“I heard that tonight is the night when one is suppose to dress up in costumes and watch scary movies and eat popcorn and candy. Is this true?”

“Are we going to get drunk and have festivities?”

❤ Masamune + Rapier + Buster

Mun: My favorite dumbass OT3!

Contrary to belief, Rapier has all the braincells in this relationship since putting the three together will result in at least Masa and Buster being dumb around the other. Rapier has to take care of her boys.

They switch rooms where they can sleep together if they can. Though they have to be careful about Genesis, most of the time they all end up bouncing from Angeal’s to Sephiroth’s.

Most of the time, Rapier is in the middle with Masa and Buster on either side of her. But they do get to switch of who gets to be in the middle.

Both Buster and Rapier agree that Masa can’t cook nor should be allowed in the kitchen since they might be immortal weapons but even they can’t handle whatever the silver cooks up.

When all three are in battle together, it’s a deadly combination since they work off of each other. Masa uses Buster’s strength for an advantage while Rapier uses Masa’s speed to make her magic deadlier.

Rapier has in fact walked on on Buster and Masa having sex and casually holds a conversation with them. Same with Buster walking in on Rapier and Masa, then Masa with Buster and Rapier.

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