Hey guys! So I recently got done re-watching K and I still got so many feels from it *_* /3 It's such a great anime with awesome, funny characters, beautiful hand-drawn art and animation, and just so many other pros about this anime XD The only con is if you don't watch it, you're missing out ;)
Anyways! This Sarumi fanfic is based off of my wacky dream I had a few nights ago O_o Yeah, random, I know XD Who bases off their stories from dreams?! Moi. But to make things short: My dream was sort of a three-parter. I dreamt the same setting for three straight nights like a movie which was weird and cool. :3 Although this story won't follow what happened in my dream from time to time (because you know dreams are really really random and suddenly there's a cow flying with the head of Michael Jackson around and yup & second of all there wasn't any Sarumi in my dream:( *cries* ) , so I'm modifying it a bit (?) Don't expect this to be an awesome story though.. I sort of suck at writing :( But I'm more than happy to share my imagination with you guys anyways XD ~
So without further ado, let's begin a chapter that is full of recklessness.
| Blind | 1
The wind whistled through the old, abandoned warehouse. Yata scanned around the dark room before actually stepping inside. An old breeze of what smelled like an old rug at a antique shop kissed Yata's face, causing him to cough.
It smells like shit in here. But without further ado, Yata quietly steps inside.
Despite Izumo's warnings of not going about things alone, Yata couldn't pass up this opportunity. He wanted to show the strains in Shizume City that Homra's members were still strong and intact, despite Suoh Mikoto's untimely death. That because of his King's death, the number of dangerous strains in Shizume City have increased dramatically, which only fueled Yata's flame. Yata felt as if they were taking advantage of this opportunity.
Yata felt his palms heat up with anger. He was ready to put those strains back in their place, no matter the number he had to take on. He wore the symbol of his pride. The symbol that mirrored Suoh Mikoto's flames, The Red King that reigned over the Red Clan. He wore his flames, and he would put them to good use, now more than ever.
Yata quietly made his way down a narrow hallway which wasn't far at all. For a warehouse, this wasn't all the big deal. Yata could tell by just glancing around that this place wasn't large, which hopefully would make the job easier. He noticed the silhouttes of empty boxes and pieces of wood shaped in large rectangles scattered around the floor of the hallway. These random objects caused more work for Yata by constantly stepping over them.
By paying more attention to his steps, he suddenly runs into something hard. He let out a yelp as he colliding with it. Stumbling back a few steps, he thought he must've ran into a rather tall michillaneous object. Looking up straight ahead, he saw a silhouette of a tall human. Both startled and confused, he acted quickly by throwing a fast fist to what he suspected was: a strain.
This person took hold of his fist just before it clashed with its face. "Watch where you're hitting, Mi sa ki." The familiar voice said, adding emphesis to each of the vowel in his name.
"Bastard!" Yata said to his former comrade, Fushimi Saruhiko, in a rather annoyed tone. Out all the people that could've been here in front of him, it had to be none other than the traitor of Homra himself.
"What are you doing here?" Fushimi asked as he turned on his flashlight right at Yata's eyes, causing him to look away to avoid from being permanetly blind.
"Watch where you're pointing that thing you stupid monkey. And that's none of your god damn buisness!" He retorted loudly.
Fushimi felt a smile being born on his face, and while feeling this he immediately erased it. Knowing all to well he had blinded him with his bright flashlight on purpose, he loved hearing his bitter reactions. Annoying Yata was his specialty, although almost anyone could do the job. He scanned the young vanguard from the dark beanie he was wearing, to his dirty Nike's. He never took a liking to his "thuggish" style of clothes. The baggy white t-shirt with the green shorts, sport-type shoes, and a beanie to hide his chestnut hair. He never had a sense of style, he thought.
"You're so noisy." Fushimi muttered under his breath, as his eyes wandered off to scan the messy floor in the hallway they were in.
Fushimi was here for no reason, but for a very serious situation that has been happening in this abandoned warehouse in the outskirts of Shizume City. By the commander, Awashima Seri, Fushimi had been tasked to investigate this warehouse where there had been sightings of two strains with very malicious intentions. Rumors had been spread and have reached into the doors of Scepter 4 that they were planning an attack soon. It included with usage of abnormal looking bombs, which were most likely manufactured by themselves. Although they were only just rumors with no facts to back it up, they have been confronted many times with eye-witnesses saying that the brothers come in and out of this warehouse very frequently.
Condincidentaly, Fushimi hasn't come across them so far. Before Yata arrived, he had already scouted the area with no signs of anyone being present. It annoyed Fushimi to the core, only having to waste his time here where he could be sleeping at home. And to his surprise, he now has Misaki in front of him with a very malicious look on his face. Fushimi was almost sure what his intentions were here.
"Oi! Quit staring at me like an idiot! It's creeping the hell out of me." Yata finished saying in a rather quiet tone as he shifted his head slightly away to avoid Fushimi's face. Fushimi clicked his tongue while changing his gaze to the exit of the warehouse which was just over Misaki's shoulder.
"You should leave. I don't want you tempering with anything in here, Misaki. Unless you want to be labeled as a suspect, that is." Fushimi explained in his usual, monotone voice. He knew Yata would be doing reckless things like this, but never so far out of the city. What has Homra come down to?
"Eh? And I'm supposed to listen to a traitor? Like hell I'll leave. I'm staying here until I come across those stupid strains that've been hanging around here." Yata glared at Fushimi as if he was the one he was really mad at.
Fushimi noticed how his tightened fists began to glow with a bright red. He looked like a wild animal, looking for its prey. Certainly, something was off about Misaki in which Fushimi could not lay a finger on.
But nonetheless, this place was still dangerous for either of them. It was best if they left this place and call it a night, after reporting it to the commander of course. He still felt an odd aura lurking around here though. Even though he didn't find anything, he still felt like something was here. For all he knew, it could've been Misaki he had been sensing a few minutes ago. But thinking it out more logically, he didn't seem like he had been here that long enough. In the end, he blamed it on the lack of sleep and brushed it off his mind completely.
"Quit whining and let's get out. Seriously, I can press charges against you for just denying me." Fushimi threatened, as he began to walk pass Yata, in the direction to the front door.
"I don't fucking care." Yata said coldly as he began to walk the opposite direction as well. He didn't need Fushimi's empty threats.
Fushimi stopped infront of the exit, contemplating whether he should leave or stay. If those strains came back to this place while Yata was still in here...
He knew he wouldn't be able to sleep peacefully tonight knowing the danger Yata was running. Fushimi let out an exasperated sigh. He felt like a parent who couldn't just leave his kid behind at a playground just because he didn't want to leave yet.
"Misaki..." Fushimi called the vanguard's name. He then noticed that he wasn't even in the hall anymore. He clicked his tongue in annoyance. Yata's recklessness was something Fushimi never tolerated. Even before Homra, Yata would get himself into stupid situations, like fights at their school. Fushimi was luckily always with him to hold him back from actually hitting his opponents. Sometimes he felt like he was the babysitter who was taking care of a crazy three year old.
"Mi sa kiii!" He called his name louder, prolonging the vowels in his name purposely to get him to answer.
No answer.
In another room, which was lighted by the bright moon outside, Yata quickly checked to see if anyone was inside. Because of the lack of light, he couldn't see all that well. He began run his hands up and down the rough walls for a light switch. He found nothing.
Shit.
Stepping outside of the room, it seemed like the warehouse was getting more and more dark, if that were even possible. The thought of being alone in the darkness was getting to his head slowly, making his heart pump a bit faster. This led him to the curiousity if Fushimi had already left. He quickly went to check the other end of the hallway to do so.
The sudden smell of something strong came in contact with Yata's lungs, making him stop cold right in the middle of the hall. A drastic smell that caused Yata's breathing patterns to quickly go out of wack, causing him to fall down to his knees onto the hard cold floor. The arm already over his nose and mouth didn't seem to work, as his world already began to shift and dissolve. His throat burned as if there was someone sticking down a lighter. The heat made his mouth and throat completely dry, causing his violent coughs to sting with pain.
He caught the glimpse of a tall silhouette in the far end of the hallway to quickly collapse onto the floor. It couldn't have been none other than Fushimi, who he thought he had already left this place. But he couldn't mistake those coughs niether, for Fushimi was also being affected by this nasty air. It was the last thing he saw before finally blacking out.
Short chapter DX But it is what it is :p Future chapters will be longer though. I already have Chapter 2 written and stuff so I'll be uploading that hopefully really soon :) Thanks for reading! ~
Oh yeah! All characters are owned by GoRa, fanfic owned by me :)