The bar, Homra, was completely silent, even though almost every member from the red clan was hanging out there. The air hung down heavy on everyone's shoulders in the aftermath of the death of Mikoto Suoh. Not only were the members angry that they had lost the battle to the blues, but Reisi Munakata had killed their king. Yata Misaki was taking it especially hard. He had looked up greatly to Mikoto and saw him not only as a leader but as someone he was going to strive to be one day. Yata looked around the bar and made eye contact with his friend Rikio Kamamoto, who was sulking in the corner.
"Kamamoto, why don't we go out for some food?" Yata gruffly offered to Kamamoto, who looked up at the mention of food. The deafening silence was just getting too much for Yata. Every time he tried to think of something else, Mikoto kept popping back into his mind.
"Sure, Yata-san! Does anybody want anything while we are out?" He responded. The bar just dimly shook their heads and continued on with what they were doing, whether it was drinking or just staring into space. Yata was sure they would cheer up after a day or two but this was the first day in the bar without Mikoto and nobody was taking well to that. Kamamoto shrugged and followed after Yata, who was already halfway out of the bar.
Once a good distance from the bar, Yata allowed himself to ask the question that had been bugging him all day. "How do you think Anna is going to take to this?" The poor girl had not said one word (which is not exactly unusual) and had not moved from her spot at the bar in at least twelve hours.
Kamamoto wiped some sweat from his brow and shrugged. "Who knows? At least she has Kusanagi with her, they were pretty close. If not for him I don't know what would happen to her." Yata nodded in agreement and they were silent until reaching the convenience store. Kamamoto was looking in with hunger evident in his eyes, and Yata did not even have the energy to insult him on eating too much. He just tiredly took out some money he earned beating up some thugs and slid it into Kamamoto's hand.
"Get whatever you want. I'm not hungry." Kamamoto took the money but shot him a confused look. "I only wanted to come to leave that deafening silence." Yata elaborated, and Kamamoto did not need to be told twice. He bolted into the store and Yata quietly watched him bob between the isles before sighing and sitting down on the small platform under the window of the store. He heard the door chime behind him, indicated someone else came in, but ignored it and rested his head on his hand. Mikoto had already been so weak. Not weak as in strength, but weak in his mind. He never knew when to stop or how to control himself, even when he was not fighting. Yata always observed how disastrous his powers were and how cracked his Sword of Damocles was. At first when Yata heard Mikoto was dead he was torn up, wondering why is had happened to such a person that he looked up to and respected. But the more he thought about it, the more he realized that it was definitely Mikoto's time to go. Had he not died in that fight he put everyone in Homra in danger. Yata accepted that he had to die, but that doesn't mean he still wasn't sad about it.
"Well look who we have here~" Came a very familiar sing-song voice from behind Yata. He whipped around on his make-shift seat and glowered at who the voice belonged to. "If it isn't my old little pal Mi~Sa~Ki~!"
Yata glared at none other than his ex-best friend and now rival Fushimi Saruhiko. "Would you stop calling me that?" Yata tried to sound threatening because dear god he hated when people called him by his girly first name, but his words carried no conviction. Honestly, he was too tired for this. It had only been two days since the blues defeated Mikoto and Yata had not intended to see another blue for weeks. And now here is Saru, waltzing into the same store Misaki had to take Kamamoto to. Great.
Saruhiko bent down over Yata and looked into his eyes. Yata swatted at him, but Saruhiko paid him no attention and continued to obnoxiously stick his face in Yata's. "You have bags under your eyes Misaki, have you been sleeping ok?" Saru's words came out caring but his voice held a sarcastic tone. When Yata did not respond nor meet Saruhiko's eyes, he moved away from Yata and continued to talk with Yata. "We also were not able to finish our fight a couple of days ago. Every time we fight is seems like someone is hell bent on interrupting us." Saruhiko sounded genuinely frustrated, causing Yata to look at him in confusion.
"Well, one day we will finish one of our fights. And I'm planning on kicking your ass." Yata vehemently spoke, his anger and frustration over Mikoto pouring out. "And you know what? You are going to regret ever leaving Homra, because the blues will never, ever make you strong enough to defeat me. I'm not trying to be cocky; I just want you to know that if we ever have a true fight I will not hold back."
Saruhiko's lips slowly curled up into a smile at Yata's words. "Trust me; I would not expect any less of you. And you know not to expect any less of me." Yata allowed himself to relax a little after Saru said that. Knowing that he respects Yata as a fighter reassures him that when they do have their fight, even if he loses, he loses with pride. Funny how such little things that Saru says can ease Yata's mind. "Who are you here with? Or is awkwardly hanging out at convenience stores another little kink of yours I should know about."
Yata's eye twitched in annoyance as Saru went straight back to being his old rude self. "Shut up Monkey. Why should I tell you anything?"
Saruhiko tapped a finger on his chin and pretended to think for a second. "I will take a wild guess. You're here with Fatso. Am I right?" Yata glared at Saruhiko and then shoved his face into his palm as Kamamoto came up behind him with his arms full of snacks.
"What's Fushimi-san doing here?" He asked before opening a bag of chips and downing the entire thing in one gulp.
Saruhiko cocked an eyebrow at Yata, who now had a little embarrassed flush on his cheeks which he was hiding in his hand. "Oh Misaki, you are so predictable." Yata moved his hand and glowered up at the over confident Monkey. "And you're short. And a virgin." Saru added just to rile him up. Yata stood up quickly to give Saru a taste of his own dumb medicine when suddenly he felt a little light headed and slammed his hand into the wall to steady himself.
"Yata-san!" He heard Kamamoto yelp and drop his snacks in order to place his hands on Yata's shoulder gently. "Are you ok Yata-san?" Yata had his hand that wasn't holding him upright on the wall over his face to try and stop the spinning. Even when he couldn't see anything he still felt like he was wobbling in place. He felt a dull throbbing in the back of his head but ignored it and just waited for his body to steady.
"Misaki?" He heard Saru curiously ask from in front of him but tried to drown out all sound so that he would just stop spinning. Finally, when he could once again feel his feet on the ground, he uncovered his eyes and stood up from where he had apparently been leaning on the wall. Kamamoto still had one hand placed on Yata's shoulder.
He shrugged it off and shot a look at Kamamoto. "I'm fine. Pick up your snacks. We are leaving." Yata was about to turn around, completely ignoring Saruhiko looking at him, and head towards the door, but he felt a hand suddenly grip his waist and pull him backwards against a chest. In surprise Yata looked up and saw Saru's face looming down at him with a disapproving look.
"What do you think you're doing?" He asked Saru who now moved his hands more up Yata's waist so that they rested on his stomach. He tried to push away but his headache came rearing back so he stopped. Kamamoto was still picking up his snacks on the ground.
Saruhiko made that clicking sound with his tongue that he always does as he squeezed Yata's stomach. Yata winced in pain, but was confused when his heart beat intensified. What's going on? It's just Saru being a jerk. "Not sleeping and not eating right, Misaki? That's why you are so light headed. Eat some fucking food or you will become smaller and more girl-like than you already were."
In a sudden burst of energy (probably from anger) Yata pushed away from Saruhiko and slammed himself into the wall in the process. He continued to ignore the now more intensified throbbing in his scalp and glowered at Saruhiko. "Don't tell me what to do Saru, you're not my mom. Besides I do eat right and I DON'T look like a girl." Yata poured out as he tried to get his heart to stop beating so goddamn fast. What the fuck is wrong with him right now?
"Oh yeah," Saru challenged, narrowing his eyes at Yata from behind his glasses, "When was the last time you ate a full meal?"
Yata thought about it for a second before spewing out a lie. "Last night!" He retorted, knowing that Saru was right but not wanting to admit it. Honestly, Yata did eat very little. But that's only because he is never really that hungry, nor does he care about eating. Not like Kamamoto, anyways. And yeah, maybe recently he had not had a meal or slept for a while, but that was because he was getting over a death.
"What a lie." Saru chuckled and leaned back against a shelf. "Fine. Let's say you have been eating right, which you have not. It is evident that you have not been sleeping." Before Yata could open his mouth to give some excuse, Saru continued. "Let me guess, it's because your precious Mikoto is dead."
Yata had nothing to say to that, so he just continued to hold Saruhiko's stare. "Ha! I knew it. You cannot even function without him. How old are you, five? Well, you do look five.." Saru trailed off topic as he looked Yata up and down.
Yata flushed in anger and took a step towards Saru before again feeling light headed and this time he could not stop himself from falling as his knees buckled. His vision became black around the edges as his body prepared him to fall face first to the ground. Yata shut his eyes tightly and waited for the pain, which, oddly enough, never came. He opened his eyes only to be met with the blue uniform Saru always wears. "Stupid shrimp, be careful." Saru stood up from where he had fallen on his knees to catch Yata and continued to hold Yata to his chest. Yata angrily realized that his head only comes up to Saru's collarbone but stopped thinking about it when his heart started to speed up again.
"I'm fine now, let go of me." He said into Saru's coat. "This is awkward."
Saru chuckled. "Are you sure you can walk? You have now almost fainted twice."
"Yeah I will be fine ju-" Yata was cut off from a yell from Kamamoto and snacks falling to the ground once more.
"LET GO OF YATA-SAN YOU FILTHY BLUE!" He yelled, and punched Saruhiko straight across the face. Saru let out a soft 'oof' before dropping Yata and taking multiple steps back while holding his bleeding nose. Kamamoto grabbed Yata before he could fall and placed him on his feet. The clerk of the store only slightly looked over here, seeming annoyed from all the commotion.
"You dumb fatass." Saru spit away some blood onto the floor of the store and shot Kamamoto a cold glare.
Kamamoto ignored it and turned to Yata. "Are you ok, what happened?"
Yata sighed in annoyance. "Nothing happened and I am fine. Now, can we leave? I feel like I was run over by a truck." Also, my heart will not stop pounding. He thought, but would not dare say out loud. Kamamoto nodded and this time quickly gathered his snacks and him and Yata began walking out.
"Get some sleep Yata. And eat. I can't fight you truly if I know you are just going to faint any time." Saru called from inside the store. Yata felt a slight blush dust his cheeks and didn't turn back around. "You know what, maybe we should not fight."
This time Yata did turn around to shoot Saru a smirk. "Scared?" He said smugly.
Saru shrugged. "I don't want to hit a girl."
Yata felt his eye twitch again in annoyance and was about to tell Saru off when Kamamoto grabbed him and they began walking away. Though, before Saru was out of sight Yata saw him make this face. A face that portrayed, almost, regret? Probably not, Yata was too far away to tell, but that is just what it looked like. "You know, Fushimi-san is right, you need to get some rest. So let's not fight anymore right now." He said; pretty much carrying Yata from all the resistance he was putting up.
"I'll show that fucking Monkey what I am capable of." Yata muttered, clenching his fists in the direction of the convenience store. "When we fight, I'm going to take him down."
"Yes, of course, but today you are going to rest." Kamamoto instructed, earning a glare from Yata. He ignored it and let go of Yata when he began to follow him willingly. "By the way, what were you two doing back there?"
Yata felt his cheeks go red again for GOD KNOWS why because all Saru was doing was helping him but he ignored Kamamoto's question and continued to follow after him. Just you wait Monkey, Yata thought; I'm going to make you pay for ever leaving Homra. I will beat you so that the blues can see they are not all high and mighty.
As they walked, the face Saru had made floated back into Yata's mind. "Do you ever think Saru feels bad for leaving Homra?" Yata vaguely asked Kamamoto in a sleep deprived delirium. Kamamoto was surprised Yata would ask him such a question but answered honestly.
"No, not exactly for leaving Homra." He said, but looking at Yata's confused face he elaborated. "If anything, I think he feels bad for leaving you, Yata-san."
If you just read that, then thank you so much! Honestly I just finished watching this anime and do not know much about it, so if there is anything that needs fixing please tell me. Anyways, I do not know if I should make this a one shot or more of a story. So if you read this (thank you so much! ) and have an opinion, please please please review for me and give me ideas! See ya!