A/N: Hello~! Longer note will be at the end and it will explain more. And if you're put off by the OC, she's not paired with anyone and she's not annoying so just give it a try. ^^ Also, warning for yoai that will come eventually plus a lemon in the later character between two boys we know. =w= Anyway, sorry, enjoy~
Chapter 1: One Of These Things Is Not Like The Others
The three women sat there, chained to a wall, two looking at the men with terrified and tear filled eyes and one with their head down, seemingly asleep. Fushimi frowned…never had he seen something like this from his captain…
"Sir…was this necessary?" He asked softly. He cared little for the girl's safety but he still thought this was a bit savage.
Munakata merely chuckled and nodded, standing to face his third in command.
"They are not just normal females, Fushimi. They are not strains either, or from other clans. They are unique, special even…But they won't tell what they're power is. We could use something like this in Scepter 4...so I am making it your responsibility to pick one of these girls and train her as your apprentice you could say. She will learn from you and you will turn her into a fine member, worthy of being in 4th command. I doubt she will surpass you." Munakata said that as if it were a threat and Fushimi clicked his tongue at the expression, irritated.
"Why should I do this? Surely Lieutenant Awashima would be better suited to train a fem-"
"Fu-Fu, I know what I'm doing on this. So I suggest you pick quickly, you will have a long day to get to know each other." Munakata smiled coyly as he gestured to the girls.
Fushimi almost rebelled, but what good would come of it? So he looked them over with disinterest. The blonde one to the far right was too shaky and too fearful. She'd run the first instant she had a chance and he did not need some brat he would have to chase around like a child. The one in the middle was less shaky but she was too frozen in fear as she looked at nothing, her eyes vacant and glossy. He did not like the look of this…the first two seemed so fragile and weak; certainly unfitting to be trained. Then he looked to the last girl, whose head was still down. Unable to really inspect her he walked to that side of the room, peering close to the glass wall that separated them to get a better look.
She had somewhat long black hair that was messy at the moment and wore clothes that looked old and ripped. She had probably been taken off the streets…As he stared she looked up at him, her eyes in a form of a glare rather than fear. It was more of a look of irritation, as if she was being bothered by being put in such a place, but not scared of it. Behind him, Munakata furrowed his brow.
"She refused to talk and fought very well when trying to get away. She almost did had it not been for the tranquilizer gun Lieutenant Awashima insisted we use on her. Even when she woke she refused to look up and show her face so this is the first time I have really seen it. She's been hiding behind her bangs…" Munakata failed to mention that her eyes were a pitch black.
Fushimi stared at her, considering this. She stared back and then her eyes drifted to her left hand, mostly her wrist. Then Fushimi saw it and he gasped.
The HOMRA symbol was neatly placed there in black and tinted red. He knew now what he would do but he had to ask again.
"Are you certain they're not from other clans, sir?"
"Yes…she has a marking on her left wrist, but it appears to be a drawing or tattoo, not the actual symbol." Munakata could already tell who Fushimi would choose but he waited to see if he'd change his mind. He knew though that was a very, very long shot.
"Drawn…" Fushimi mused and stared at it before looking at her again. His decision was made.
"I want her." Fushimi stated as he looked at the girl whose frown lightened for a split second then deepened again, realizing she would now not gain the freedom she had hoped for. Wasn't this a prostitution thing? He should have picked the blonde…either way she'd find a way out. This whole place was incompetent anyway, having to use a gun on a female like that…pathetic..
"Alright, go wait in your dorm room. She will be brought there soon." Munakata nodded slowly.
"She will be in the boy's dormitory, sir?" Fushimi asked absently.
"For now she will be." And with that Munakata ordered two other members of the special division Fushimi had not seen standing there to release the two girls; exception being the black haired one, who now had her head down again.
Fushimi clicked his tongue once more before quickly returning to his dorm, a million thoughts on his mind. How did she know what the HOMRA symbol even looked like? They didn't paste it everywhere and she didn't look like the type to be stalking the group of filthy gang bangers. Even to put it on her body like that...it meant something and he would find out what it was before he grew bored of her. Not that he could just shove her aside. She would now be his responsibility, something he didn't want in his life…
He pondered for another 15 minutes before a knock came to his ears and he stood, opening it.
There stood a member Fushimi could somewhat tolerate: Akiyama. He didn't like him per-say, but he could do as he said: Tolerate the man. In Akiyama's arms was the young woman Fushimi had picked earlier, clearly passed out.
"We…had to use another tranquilizer. She is extremely persistent so I suggest waking her soon and making sure it's in a place she can't try to run out of again, Fushimi-kun." With that Akiyama held out then dropped the girl into Fushimi's arms, who simply bid him a "thank you" then shut the door and walked to the bathroom.
He set the girl in the bathtub and looked at her.
"Tch…wake up, brat.." And with that he turned on the cold water, the droplets splattering onto her face.
She sat still for a few moments and Fushimi almost thought he'd have to just wait until the tranquilizer wore off, but then she slowly opened her black eyes, sputtering and trying to block and wipe the water off as she sat up, glaring at him with a confused look.
"Where am I?" She demanded.
"My dorm." Fushimi simply said as he turned the water off.
"Asshole, next time let me wait it out…I don't want to be here anyway." She hissed. Fushimi now had his turn to look annoyed.
"Shut your mouth and listen: I don't want to be a babysitter for you so if I were you I'd learn to pull your own weight, understand? What is your name?" He asked as he stood with her, blocking the door casually.
"I don't need that type of attitude from you…I'm not a child. And…my name's Ky. Nice to meet you, Saruhiko Fushimi." She was a bit sarcastic but meant her greeting all the same as he shook her head to dry her hair a bit.
"How do you know my name, Ky?" Fushimi didn't think they could have told her while she was passed out, or even cared to for that matter. "And what is this?" He grabbed her wrist and held it up, showing the drawn HOMRA symbol. She pulled her arm away, hiding it.
"Dammit, don't do that! You will smudge it with that type of force." She growled as she pulled out a pen and began to fill it in, making it darker and then pulling out a red sharpie to tint it, making it look almost real.
Fushimi watched in silence but expected an answer.
"And why should I tell you?" Secretly Ky was planning an escape. She did not want to have to stay here with him for the rest of her life.
"Because if they didn't explain this to you: I'm to be your teacher of sorts and you are my "apprentice". You will learn under me and I will "turn you into a fine soldier worthy of taking 4th in command". I don't want to do it either, but I unfortunately listen to my captain…even if suggestions are meaningless." Fushimi pushes his glasses back up.
Ky thought this over for a moment before sighing deeply. She was no prostitute for a long and life wrenching night. She was stuck here…she'd get out eventually but if Saru was to act as her teacher this was not good.
"Fine…if you must know it's because-" She stopped mid sentence.
"Can we leave? I won't speak in a room with rolling surveillance videos and audio bugs." She more stated this than requested it.
"How did you know about that? And I'm not taking you anywhere." Fushimi crossed his arms.
"Then I guess I'm not telling you about this." She held up her drawn-on wrist.
"Who cares, it is only a symbol…" Secretly he cared a lot for certain reasons and would weasel it out of her one way or another.
"Then I suppose…you do not want to hear about your precious Yata?" She half smiled then as if she knew she had hit a nerve. And she surely had.
Fushimi gasped and looked at her.
"M-Misaki…?" Fushimi then groaned, knowing he had just lost and to a girl who knew things he didn't. How did she know she would hit such a nerve when bringing the chestnut haired boy up?
"Yes, Misaki. Now, are we leaving or not? And if we go somewhere and I for a moment think you're lying about there being hidden bugs or cameras I won't say a word." She warned with a point at his chest.
"…Fine, follow me." Fushimi glared as he led her out of the bathroom, his knives at the ready in case she ran. But she simply trailed behind with a bored expression and an odd gleam in her eyes. This didn't go unnoticed.
Fushimi wondered then…
"How does she know all this, who is she, and what could the brat possibly say about my Mi-sa-ki~?"
A/N: Yeah so sorry I stopped at such a short chapter but it's more of a prologue if you think about it. Hope you're enjoying my OC of Ky, I PROMISE she won't be romantic with Fushimi if that's what anyone is worrying about. This is warned for yoai for a reason. This is my first time writing for Project K so I hope I am doing a nice job. Sorry for my followers who have only ever seen me write Hetalia but I think I should try something new; not that I don't love Hetalia dearly~3 Anyway sirs, I'll see you next chapter and thank you for reading. Pretty please review, it only helps~! ^^
