(A/N): Can I just say Yukimura Sanada is too much like Osomatsu? The picture above is him, and both their super chillax positions are just so similar, plus the guy is a super virgin. Seriously, even touching him causes him to screech. Hold up, that's Choromatsu...

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Gates. What are gates? Just some sort of obstacle that one can easily unlock and open up for others to pass? Great, you are a simpleton if you believed that.

Gates. Gates were more functional, opening and closing in on those whose who asked for permission, whether they were honestly polite or outright rude. There was approval and rejection based on how you acted, judging if you were a worthy one to even dare pass the gate. You should be careful when dealing with gates. They do open a new path for you, but what kind of path did it lead to? Good or evil?

Wait a second, no rambling here in this fic. Forget the symbolism, moving on to the story.

You were now standing/trembling in front of the giant gates, your unshapely back facing the grand castle of where the green clan resided. It was getting a little late, maybe high noon by now, but it was winter, meaning that the chilly air will start brutally attacking you as the day slowly melts into a new one.

Maybe you should've brought a cozy and effective blanket in your rush to the gates...

A narrow shadow version of you was reflected off onto the gravely ground, distorting and messing around with your original form. You looked taller this way. How dandy.

Were these the right gates? The castle was huge, and you do have to admit that you ended up switching it all up and once arrived to the North wing of this castle instead of the South wing, rudely ruining practice for several young men trying to successfully stab each other with long practice wooden sticks.

It seemed right, plus there was that giant rock ingraved with the carved message 'True samurai hearts are made of pure gold' always found to the left of the guards' post watch.

Somehow that rock was both deep in really wise meaning and a practical joke that you really didn't want to take seriously. Yoda, in a way.

Your long-sleeved kimono blows back from some form of wind passing by the gates, the flops or undersides of the delicate silk flowing back along with the wind. Dust suddenly rises from the gravel ground in a mini dust storm, prompting you to bolt your eyes shut and quickly screen your face with your elbow in a position that might've been mistaken for you sneezing. (A/N: Dabbing)

You can hear the somewhat muted sound of clambering with clearly leather and metal materials, plus the semi-loud ninny of a local horse posting their stop at your standing position.

There was a ton of shuffling with the living organisms preparing theirselves right in front of you, but you could tell that all were ready to takeoff into a new village.

Ah, so rocks don't lie, do they?

It wasn't long before a young man coughed and politely grunted out an 'Ahem' to call for your attention. You slowly removed your inner elbow away from your nose, the horse and young man now in view.

Or should you say, two young men with two respectable horses?

One of them was more rowdy looking, childish in almost every small feature. It made him appear even more mature if you looked at it from a different angle, something you don't see often in the young men of the military today.

This grinning boy sported a simple bright red yukata with a single black obi tied tightly around his slim waist, a weapon of his choice now currently sheathed and kept away safely underneath the black fabric. All he wore for footwear was a pair of black sandals, a lazy fashion choice that the young man probably didn't want to overthink about this slow morning.

The other wore a serious frown as they closely held the reins of their mantled horse to their chest in order to ensure that a disaster wouldn't come, their thick eyebrows furrowed in cool composure. Even if this man looked serious and cool in every other way, you couldn't help but get distracted by the bizarre appearance of the festive horse.

The horse itself had glitter in places you thought that didn't exist until now. Never in your life did you feel this bad for the cruelty of a living being, one that somehow was breathing fresh air today. Was that a fancy crystal tiara on its skull?

Now, the man himself was a different excuse. Just like the other samurai, he had a similar outfit but only with a few minor touches and exceptions. The yukata and obi was still there, but the yukata was a ocean shade of dark blue instead while it slightly dipped down lower to the middle of his chest, fully exposing it for many eyes to roam. His sandals were also some firm of navy, as if he didn't want to overuse black too much in his outfit.

Painful.

It was strikingly remarkable on how similar their faces were, both even having the same haircut and body height. Twins? Were they twins that both joined the army together?

"Hey there! You need a ride or somethin'?" The red clad man cheekily smiled not-so-secretly in front of you, playfully blinking one of his eyes as he rubbed his nose with an outstretched lone finger. It was a good thing his free hand held a horse rein, or else the horse would've gone wild and galloped off into the distance.

"Would you like to take the pleasure of being a Karamatsu girl for today and ride off with me to the distant lands together~?" The blue fellow was already getting on your nerves, flirting with you playfully and pretending to be cool by using an intentionally deep voice to possibly seduce you. It wasn't like this was the first time this happened.

You opened your mouth wide, an offended glare masked on your face from the possible harassment you receiving. Before you could even say a word, the red one ordered his horse to somehow kick the other's horse, causing the blue flirt to tumble down on the floor.

"Erm!" His face was now smack facedown in the ground, probably a nasty scratch and purple bruise growing on his face now. Serves him right. There was no way you would elope with some stranger.

"Don't pay attention Karamatsu! He just gets this way around pretty girls, which is something you'll have to get used to. If he starts making a move on you, try to hit him in some way to snap him out of it." The red one offered useful advice as he awkwardly chuckled, already bending down on his obedient horse to help his partner stand up and hide in shame in the horse's mane.

Alright, so hit that one when they flirt with you, check.

"Hey, we never catched your name at all. Lord Choro literally said to 'Bring a servant safely to the other side of the world without cracking her skull' without giving us the details. So, what should we call you? Y'know, in case we lost you?" This one was more casual, sraightforward in his thoughts.

What were you, a house key that literally everyone has lost at least once a week? But still, complied by whispering a distrustful '[Y/N]' to the man.

"[Y/N]-chan, eh? Well, hop aboard to the Horse Express 9000, where we will take you to your place you gotta do your thing at. I'm Osomatsu, and you'll be sitting with me today now that glitter pants here has the gift basket in his hands." Osomatsu kindly pats the seat behind him, waiting to boost for their long trip.

Karamatsu manages to sit in the leather saddle correctly, that huge swollen bump on the side of his head never stopping him now, even if it messed with his vision. A basket was secure in his hand, one that greatly resembled a picnic basket.

You were skeptical at first, but with some effort, you clambered on the horse and admittedly gripped the tough skin to slowly get up without falling right back down on your back like a turtle.

Osomatsu helped you out at the end, easily picking you up from the shoulder as you frustratingly jumped up onto the horse with more struggle than you thought.

Osomatsu takes hold of both reins, Karamatsu following suite with a bit of difficulty. "Off we go then!" The horse neighs and starts an easy pace, the beginning of everything for you.

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(A/N): Writing this at 2 AM...

01/22/17