Title: Watercolours Will Blend Anyway

Anime: K Project

Summary: Saruhiko is in Senior Class and a fresh Member of the Homra Clan, when he meets Reisi Munakata for the first time. It's not exactly love at first sight, but, in the end, watercolours will blend anyway, right?

Pairings: Munakata x Fushimi, hints of: Fushimi x Yata, Mikoto x Munakata, Kusanagi x Awashima, Fushimi x Some Blue Members ... everybody x everybody I guess.

Rated: T untill now, even if I'm not sure where this will lead. But I won't write hard Yaoi. ^^" I'm just not .. ready for that.

I. Head In The Clouds, Feets On The Ground

Sometimes he would put his head back and look past the reflective tower buildings of Shizume City and see the sky and nothing but the sky. A huge dome that seperates earth from eternity, dappled with divine dreams and human hesitation. Fushimi likes red, it's blazing and stirring and anthropogenic.

But.

Blue is the colour of infinity.

"Ouch!"

He bumps into a tall someone and arches.

"Hey, watch out, Airhead!"

Fushimi clicks his tonge angrily and looks up in order to hiss back but then a pair of blue eyes takes the wind out of his sails.
The man is pale and rather hot. Black blue hair frames a face that looks like it's carved from alabaster. However, his eyebrow is raised in annoyed arrogance and that pisses Saruhiko off, because it's normally him to be arrogant.

"Not my problem if you don't watch your ass." he growls and tries to pass the guy, but he's beeing hold back by an white hand.
"You lost something."
It's his purse and he knows damn well that it has been in the inside pocket of his jacket a moment ago.

The other guy looks on his identity card and gives him a fake smile.

"Saruhiko, huh?"
"Fushimi" he hisses and plugs it back in his pocket. For a moment he sees the blue eyes wander to his chest and, automatically, to the dark red lines of his HOMRA tatoo visible under his carelessly buttoned collar.

"Fushimi-kun" he repeates and his smile widens. "Let's have a coffee."

"No." Saruhiko replies annoyed "I'm not going to have coffee with an old man like you."

When he passes the other one, he hears an amused chuckle.

"See you soon, Fushimi-kun."

{ #°§+µ }

They see each other indeed.

For a second nobody moves. Just two groups staring at each other in quiet hate.

Fushimi sees the gaze of blue eyes boring into his. The mans soft black hair is moved by the wind and then a slight smile curls his lips. He nods. Fushi doesn't return the gesture.

Their eye contact breaks when he hears the rolling of skateboard wields and sees a strike of red

Of course it's Yata attacking. It always is Yata.

"No Blood! No Bone! No Ash!"

The HOMRA members join the shouting and the fight starts. Fushimi crouchs down from swungen baseball bats and buzzings swords, red and blue melting together. He shakes his throwing knifes from his sleeve to his hand and then he sees him.

"Hey!" he drawls. "Do you still want to have coffee?"

"Sure." the Blue King smirks and in one flowing movement, he draws his sword and holds off the knifes Saruhiko has thrown. There's a clashing when steel meets steel.

Saruhiko grins. He's never fought against a King, of course, the only King he knows is Mikoto.

He attacks, again, but his knifes are thrown back at him, again. His grin becomes a snarl when he sees the Blue King chuckle.

Don't fucking play with me

Saruhiko calls his red flames and they answer sizzling and vibrant, wrapping around his opponent and tying him up.

And then, Saruhiko's thrown on his back, screeding his hand and knees untill his jeans are soaked off blood.

There's Blue everywhere, a huge boast of lightning that chokes down all the red flames around him.

The Blue King fixes his glasses and smiles triumphantly. He's standing right in front of Saruhiko, looking like a goddamn archangel who watches a beggar on the ground, and Saru is pissed like he's never been in his life.

"Red doesn't do you credit, Fushimi-kun." he taunts. "Don't you think, Blue would fit you much better?"

Saruhiko's eyes widen for a moment. The Blue around him crawls closer.

"Hey, Munakata!"

A deep, calm voice cuts the silence.

"Stop poaching my people."

Mikoto has arrived and the moment is gone.

Note: I'm pretty much in love with Saruhiko and Reisi at the same time, so this story was inevitable. I'm really trying to get the characters here,so drop a Review if you'd like.

Uh, and yes, I know "Reisi" is actually correctly spelled "Reishi", but ... I think "Reisi" just looks better. :P