Splash of Color
Disclaimer: I do not own K project or its characters.
Relationships. Love. Friendships. All transient, destined to fade into the abyss of time itself. Saruhiko was not interested in the weak attachments that people wanted to construct with another- those were lackluster, void of any meaning, void of substance To him, the world presented a myriad of paths that led only to boredom. Infinite, unending ennui that refused to go away.
He supposed that he could be labeled as insane, but th blue haired man did not care. What others thought of him mattered not. They were beneath him, a flock of sheep in a spectrum of sheep, one the same as another. Yet, amidst this monotony, he had found a flare of color that pulled him in, required his upmost attention, whether he liked it or not.
The object of his curiosity was both a blessing and a curse in his dull, gray world. Misake. That one was everything Sarukio was not, on another level, but also still inferior to him. Yes, Misaki was his conundrum, his constant source of vexation and a welcome enigma in this world of endless nonsurprises. Such passion, such life that Misaki exuded, enough to lure in his unsuspecting spectator. Breath-taking, marvelous. Cruel and warped, a constant cycle of contradictions.
Even now, when the two were enemies, Saruhiko was caught in the thrall of the person named Misaki. In fact, becoming enemies, reducing his ex-comrade to a raging inferno of anger had proven to be much more exciting than anything else. It still hurt, their forced distance. But, at least, in the heat of battle. Saruhiko could catch a glimpse of his Misaki. The idiot was his, the little hothead danced ever so obediently to Saruhiko's tune, played like a well tuned instrument.
No, he did not want, let alone seek, the chestnut's forgiveness. That would be unforgivable, a sin of the highest order. Misaki would not solely focus his attention on Saruhiko if the bluenette did that.
Maybe he enjoyed this too much, but he needed it. He desperately needed the passion and life he starved for, the thing nature had denied him. Consequentially, he was to seek another source of these qualities that he lacked. There was no going back, no returning to the comradery of before.
He might be insane, but that was alright. As long as he had Misaki, nothing else mattered. His hunger could be satiated, his world shining with the red, the red of blood, even if only for a brief moment in time.
End
Characters: Saruhiko Fushimi, Misaki Yata (mentioned)
Rating: Teen
Warnings: Obsession, creepy character
Pairing: Saruhiko/Misaki (one-sided, on Saruhiko's part)
Genre: Horror, Hurt/Comfort
Author's Note: Sorry if Saruhiko is a little OOC in this work. Honestly, to me, he is the most interesting character out of the whole anime series K. I wish he had been explored more, but what we got was enough to keep me guessing on what would happen to him. Every time he faced Misaki, I would get the chills when he said the latter's name. That smile of his was so creepy, so twisted, yet I found myself wondering at the reason behind it, if it was a facade he put up, or if he actually did enjoy those brawls with Misaki.
