Set before the series in the time when Fushimi was still in Homra.

His body wouldn't stop shaking. It wasn't even that cold, but here he was shaking like some weakling. He tried to stop the tears from falling, but they fell anyways. He couldn't even wipe them away, due to his hands being tied to his back. He twisted his wrists in an attempt to rip the rope, but the blood covering his hands and wrists gave no friction. His red flames did nothing to help, and he wondered if he was that weak that he couldn't burn rope.

A dry sob escaped from him in a moment of pure weakness. He bit his lip to try to cut it off but when the taste of blood entered his mouth, he screamed in a mixture of anger and hurt.

No Blood, No Bone, No Ash, isn't that right Mi-sa-ki."

The burns on his torso were painful enough that he had to lie on his side. His breaths were coming in short raspy intakes and he was feeling lightheaded. He didn't know how long he lied in that alley but he wished he could just go home.

He could run away, if only he could get grab his skateboard-

Wait.

The memories of Saru cutting his skateboard into pieces tore through his mind.

He opened his eyes and sure enough pieces of his beloved skateboard were scattered in the alley. He closed his eyes to escape the pained image and before he could stop himself he fell unconscious.

The next time he regained consciousness he heard people yelling.

Feet were stomping and people were calling his name. He counted the different footstep and determined who was here.

Four people, Mikoto-san, Anna, Izumo-san, and Totsuka-san. Oh god all the people he respected were here and were going to see him like this. A small voice asked if he preferred his underlings to see him at this weak moment. The yells got closer and clearer as someone made their way through the alley he was in.

"Yata!"

"Yata are you here?"

"Anna said he's somewhere near here."

"Mi~ sa~ ki~." Someone whispered into his ear. He shivered and clenched his eyes. He needed to get the fuck out of here. Through gritted teeth he yelled back. "I'm right here." He groaned inwardly at how hoarse and weak his voice sounded. He just hoped that it wasn't the king who found him first.

He didn't want the king to see him. He didn't want anyone to see him. But if it had to be somebody out of the four, he hoped it was Totsuka-san.

But once again faith decided to spit in his face that day.

In front of him stood the Red King who stared down at him with cold eyes.

He felt his heartbeat pick up and he quickly tried to speak but all that stammered out was. "Mi-Mik…I'm sorry. I-I" He wasn't able to finish before the Red King was kneeling down and covering the rope that enclosed his wrists with red flames. The red flames engulfed the rope but did nothing to the bonded material. Mikoto's eyebrows furrowed and he gripped the rope with his hands and ripped into two.

He winced when his hands fell uselessly to his sides. He tried to move them but the pain was too much and made his head spin. He suddenly noticed how dark it had become. He at least could now blame the shaking to the cold.

His lips turned downward at the pathetic excuse. His eyes burned from oncoming tears, but there was no way he was going to cry in front of the king. He kept his gaze and head down so Mikoto-san wouldn't have to look at his pathetic tears.

Another large shake took his body and Mikoto's jacket was suddenly on him and covering him like a blanket. He tried to refuse the clothing; he didn't want to get blood on Mikoto-san's jacket. And he didn't deserve kindness from the King. He deserved to be rotting in the garbage. Because that's what he was.

A hand gripped his chin and he was now making eye contact with the Red King. "Who did this?" Mikoto ordered in a solemn voice.

He gulped and in a tight voice he answered. "It was Saru….. He..he betrayed you Mikoto-san. I tried to..I tried..I'm sorry King, I'm so sorry." He begged for forgiveness and only hoped that the King wouldn't despise him.

He looked down at the floor and waited for Mikoto to grab his jacket back and leave him in the alley. He didn't realize how out of focus he was until he felt a hand combing through his hair. The hand touched a sensitive spot on his head and he hissed in pain.

He opened his eyes and looked around him and saw that everyone was now around him. Izumo-san was yelling on the phone, while Mikoto-san was leaning against the wall looking livid. Anna was next to him holding onto his jacket and staring at him worriedly. The owner of the hand was Tatsuka-san who too was looking at him with a heavy stare.

"We need to get those wounds treated." He mumbled to the others.

Were they really going to let him stay in Homra?

He heard someone step closer and crouch down next to him. The person leaned close, and his breath hitched by the close contact. Gentle hands lifted his shirt, his white shirt was now just pieces on the floor, which made him hiss as the material stuck to some of the worse burns.

"Anna don't look."

"Those weren't made by the Red flames."

"We can get the information later, right now we need to get him back to Homra and get him some medical aid." A cool hand touched his forehead and he was at lost whether he wanted to lean into the coolness or move from the touch.

He didn't have time to decide whether he wanted the touch because the next thing he knew, he was being picked up. A hand under his bleeding knees and torn shorts, while the other curled around his arm made him realize he was being carried bridal style.

He wished he could feel embarrassment, but with what happened only hours ago, he desperately leaned into the person who was carrying him. He just wanted to go home and forget what had happened.

He wanted to forget that his best friend did the worst thing he could possibly do to him.

He didn't even fight the tears that began to stream down his face.

First K fanfic and of course I have to do it on a hurt Yata.

So any thoughts or criticism please leave in a review and i hope you guys have a great day.