Fushimi didn't know whether it was love or hate.

Funny, isn't it?

That two opposite feelings could be so close when that person came in mind.

"Saru! Snap out of it!"

Dodge, attack.

"Mission complete." Fushimi flicked his knives back into his sleeve and sheathed his sword. He could always hear Misaki's voice calling to him. The lively skateboarder continued to challenge him to fights without ever realizing that it was futile. Not because of the gap in skill. Not because of their emotions. Not because of their motivation. It was because Fushimi could hear him. The emotions that lit up under his anger. The lies. Fushimi knew them all.

"You weren't supposed to kill him! He didn't commit any crimes worthy of death!" Ayashima smacked her desk in fury.

"What is a crime worthy of death?" Fushimi rolled his eyes.

"Murder. Like what you did today."

Fushimi laughed and threw his hands in the air. "Yeah right. Murder just lands you in jail. There is no death penalty."

"There you go again! No matter what you think, rules are rules."

"Are they now? And who decided that I should be restricted by these rules?"

"..."

"Of course! The people who made them. Screw that. I have my own rules."

"And who told you to follow your own rules?! You? Or those Reds?" As if she noticed that she had crossed some sort of line, she covered her mouth.

Fushimi paused for a second, taking it in.

Then he laughed.

"What a joke."

"There's no point in following rules! So let's make our own rules. Together."

He could hear him.


A/N: This is something I wrote a long time ago so I thought I would post it up :)

Many many feels for this pairing.

If it doesnt make sense, basically Fushimi hears Yato's voice all the time BECAUSE THEY LOVE EACH OTHER. okay done XD