Okay, warning. I haven't written since middle school. So my writings a bucket ton of awkward. But I've been working on this for too long not to post it. Plus I've found that writing calms me, so hopefully I'll be updating weekly. I no own K or any of its characters~


It was no secret among Scepter4 that their third in command was an unsociable an easily bored/irritated person. Hence such a thing as a 'superior briefing' came into existence in which new inductees where informed on how to handle the king and his second and third in command.

Information such as:

Fushimi Saruhiko, 19 years old, is none too pleased about any overtime or troublesome work. Not only that, but he couldn't stand to be doing any type of work related things during his free time, meaning: co-workers, do NOT kiss up to him, do NOT ask him out for drinks, do NOT ask him to cover your shift, do NOT expect him at work social events, if he is asked to lunch he will give a non committal noise and NOT show up (because no ones even seen him eat at work), do NOT bother him when he's in the dorms or when he's on his personal laptop (because he won't answer).

He does what is needed. Nothing more, nothing less.

There are only three people who may sway these behaviors, one of them non-listed due to safety reasons.

One, the King himself, who could get Fushimi to do anything either by command or blackmail. Two, his one superior other than his king. And three, a rival member of HOMRA, one Yata Misaki.

And this specific case of Fushimi annoyance was due to involve all three of those people.

"Fushimi-kun looks like I'll be calling you Fushimi-chan soon." His king had just briefed him on his new mission and it was so ridiculous he almost took it as a joke. It didn't even involve anything technical!

"Tsk." Which was translated to 'what a pain'.

"Yes, yes, I am aware that it is indeed an uncomfortable process but it will be painless." As usual, the king stayed as perceptive as ever.

"And why me?" Believe it or not, outside of making rounds, doing support, tracking strains, and sometimes fighting them, his place was at a desk with a computer.

"Simply because the investor has a phobia of men. Typically lieutenant Awashima would see her herself, however she seems to get…distracted, though I do not blame her for wanting to converse with only another female Scepter4 member. Also I need a second eye in the meeting room."

"If she is or was a member of Scepter4 then wouldn't she know something as basic as the third in command's gender?"

"Yes, she is very diligent, however I told her you were getting a sex change and she welcomed you with open arms."

Fushimi stayed silent, he had no say in this no matter what any third party listening in may say, he was his king and if he wanted to keep out of trouble then he'd have to conceit to his every whim and it pissed him off. It wasn't like Munakata to not at least ask him if he wanted this job, if anything this was an order. Which besides the general work orders, the King did not do, at least with him anyway, because he 'liked' him. Tsk.

Not only that, the sole reason he was having to do this was because a certain (usually very competent) lieutenant was too chatty. It was an understatement to say that Fushimi Saruhiko was not too pleased about this whole situation.

"Very well, you may call in the in the strain. Oh yes, fair warning, after the procedure, for 24 hours any person you touch will also be affected." Fushimi starts scratching at his no longer existent HOMRA insignia bringing a smile to the kings face. "All of Scepter4 members were sent a warning. However if you choose to go outside, I nor anyone else will stop you, but do not touch anyone. If you do, that person will have to be detained until permission to wipe their memory is authorized, and if failure to remain untouched is reached then I will have you detained with the unfortunate civilian as punishment. " The kings gave his underling a warm smile, causing the nineteen year old to scowl even deeper before muttering an 'understood' through clenched teeth.

"Good! Call Ahn-chan in please. Oh, don't look so upset Fushimi-kun, it's unlike you to have physical or social contact with anyone. I'm sure you'll do well."

"Oh." Fushimi stopped suddenly as was on his way to flag down the only non-blue appareled person in the hall.

That last comment made it all too clear to the third in command what this whole annoyance was: Punishment. Very premeditated punishment.

Punishment for not attending Awashima's surprise birthday party in the lunch room yesterday. It was mentioned to him beforehand by the King but the younger's head was somewhere else, on someone else specifically, a suddenly illusive virgin idiot kind of someone else.

Honestly, even now, in the midst of his kings sadistic glory, he preferred this bothersome mission over having a cafeteria full of Anko products forced down his throat.

"Tsk. Always doing underhanded things." He muttered under his breath as he settled on a seat across from his king and next to the strain 'Ahn-chan'.

"What was that?" His king said snarkily, he knew all too well that the young genius had picked up on his hint about his motive and it brought flowers and rainbows to his world.

"Nothing." Fushimi scoffed at his kings antics, wishing deeply that this would all end soon.

"Ahn-chan, you may begin." The blue king turned to the strain who reached a hand out to Fushimi and simply tapped the side of his neck.

"Done. You will feel really sleepy when the moon is at its highest, that is, if you are not already asleep by then. Really, my power takes affect during sleep. If you do not sleep it will force you to do so, at least on the first day... Please take care." A manly voice came through despite the (female) strain's small and very girly figure.

"Thank you for your cooperation, Ahn-chan. Good luck on your endeavors. " They both watched the strain leave before resuming conversation. "No, you won't sound like that." Munakata chuckled answering a question that was not asked.

"Endeavors?" Was all Fushimi cared to ask at this point.

"Ever the curious one, aren't we? She is a transgendered woman though not completely a woman physically. She cannot use her powers on herself, so she runs an underground charity of sorts to have her powers available to those who need it." The blue king explained.

"Need?" Fushimi raised a brow. There are others who need temporary gender change?

"Yes, need. You see one can go forever as a biological member of their opposite sex as long as they sleep every night, to deactivate the change you must not sleep for two days. Although the first week is exempt, you will remain a female regardless. Such strange conditions for a strain power, yes?" Fushimi face contorted into an disgusted frown. "I will give you paid leave, Fushimi-kun. I am not a slave driver."

"So they say." Fushimi dared to say aloud. Not only was he going to be turned into a girl for a week, he has to avoid any physical contact with anyone for 24 hours, and he has to not sleep for two days! It was too much!

"I trust you with this as my third in command. I wouldn't give this task to you if you could not handle it. I will send you the details of the meeting within the hour." His words did nothing to divert or lessen Fushimi's displeased scowl but nonetheless the young commander nodded to his king and left his office, going straight to his dormitory room without a problem.

Yes, it wasn't until he had walked into his room that he realized he had no food and was unbearably hungry since he didn't eat today or the day before and the cafeteria was closed for cleaning.

His usually well reigned-in temper flared, needing to slam his fist on the wall to satisfy his need to destroy something. Earning a very girly scream from his dorm neighbor.

"Speaking of girly screams…" He couldn't help but to think of his 'favorite' skateboarder with his 'favorite' girly name. But quickly shook the thought from his mind, knowing he wouldn't see the vanguard since he had somehow found out Fushimi was camera stalking him.

Begrudgingly, he had already done his daily check to see if his 'precious' Misaki left his apartment using his access to the surrounding surveillance cameras but it seems that he either hadn't left for work or found a way around his extensive network of cameras.

"Convenient store it is." He sighed already bored with this mission.

Not even bothering to change clothes, he was down and out of Scepter4 HQ and was picking out some junk food when he heard a familiar grumble.

"I can't believe I let it get this long! It hasn't been this long since middle school. This is bad." He watched as the object of his obsession walk by beanie in hand and hair grown out.

"I think it makes you look younger, dunno why the fuss about it." Fushimi paid quickly and followed the two silently. Seeing this as his new entertainment for the day.

Fushimi noted that Kamamoto wasn't a fatass anymore but he was still weak and unfit to 'protect' Misaki from anything. Which is what he's supposing was the purpose of the other's presence since it was about Misaki's work hour and they were a far way out from the HOMRA bar.

"You idiot! I'm nineteen! I'm tired of people thinking I'm in middle school, damn it!" Fushimi shifted to the right to get a good view of the two and was met a strange sight. The vanguard was holding on to his comrades hood having him tow him. Since when did they get so close?

"Well I think its cute, I mean it looks good, ugh, no homo though!" Kamamoto seemed to get more anxious as he went on, probably concerned about the redhead's pride and temper.

The stalker raised a brow at the skateboarder's reaction, surprisingly there was no blush or embarrassment from being described as 'cute'. Instead the he just shrugged and shifted his skateboard as needed.

"Whatever, I'm getting it cut. I can't be representing HOMRA looking 'cute'" Fushimi could just hear the air quotes from a couple of pedestrians behind.

"Look at me! Well not right now...but I'm like the definition of overweight! As long as you can fight, it don't matter what you look like when you kick ass." The larger of the two reasoned.

"But then you look like this, no homo. Plus you're tall. I'm short! I'll look like a kid." Fushimi couldn't help but to be amused at his ex-best friends vague use of 'no homo'.

"Anna can fight, she's a kid." The conversation was starting to bore the stalker and he decided to emerge as soon as next opportunity arises.

"Anna's our king, she can be cute! And she's a girl! She can look however she wants!" A few long strides and Fushimi caught up with the two.

"You can be cute if you want to, after all you do have a girl's name. Right, Mi-sa-ki~?" A black beanie was chucked at him as the redhead jumped, clearly startled by his sudden appearance.

"Saru?! How'd you find me?!" Still sounding surprised not yet in his 'Die, shitty monkey!' phase just yet.

"Coincidence, as usual." The blue tried to play it casual. To be fair their meetings are almost always by chance but he is guilty of checking where the skateboarder was about every 24 hours.

"As usual my ass, your blue lady told me what was going on!" Fushimi frowned, once again affected by his lieutenant's 'chattiness'. On a brighter side of things, he noted the tension growing in that small frame and the way it made him feel was wonderful.

"Work is work, I can't help if you happen to be on the screen as I monitor." The blue clansman explained.

"I ain't got time for you! C'mon Kamamoto. " The vanguard finally got off his skateboard, legs slightly trembling. Usually that would be a huge turn off for Fushimi but he was deprived of a fight for weeks, he would take what he could.

"If I remember correctly the reason why you got your hair cut was because you got it stuck in my pants zipper." It surprised the blue himself that he had said such a memory aloud, it was unlike him to bring up the 'good old days' but nonetheless it achieved the desired effect.

"Really?!" Kamamoto choked on a smoothie he was drinking.

"I-It's not what it sounds like! I fell asleep folding laundry and it got stuck!" It seems like the redhead didn't get it until he caught the surprise on the blondes face.

"Why'd you have his pants Yata?" The taller questioned taking the reason as truth, but still wanting clarity.

"Don't say stuff like that, people will get the wrong idea!" Misaki hushed his comrade with a fist to the head.

"Oh, we wouldn't want that would we? Your virgin brain would just shrivel in embarrassment. " Fushimi pushed harder for a reaction.

"Yer asking for it." The smaller balled his fist, small frame shaking in anger.

Close but not yet.

He tried again, he needed something more HOMRA related or something to do with that oversized pride the small vanguard had.

"So you just noticed? You really do have a bird brain, Yatagarasu-chan." The growl that escaped the skateboarder was music to his ears, he'd done it.

"I dunno what's going on but you gotta calm down Yata. You're going to get scolded if your late again." Kamamoto tried to interject.

"Stay out of this!" Fushimi warned annoyed as always with the older reds presence.

"Whatta ya mean you don't know what's going on? I'm about to bash this shitty monkeys face in with my skateboard that's what!" Misaki took a step forward and his left knee bent suddenly almost causing him to fall over, but he straightened immediately trying to play it off. Fushimi sighed, it was no good. He just couldn't get excited when the crow had a injured wing.

"No, I meant the virgin thing." The v word brought both of their attention to the blonde. "Yata's not a virgin anymore, Fushimi. So stop teasing him about it." The announcement made some pedestrians scoot away from the group.

Silence was all that was heard between the three before some old guy busted out laughing.

"Congrats, kid." The old guy stood from his perch and patted Misaki on the shoulder before entering the store he was sitting in front of.

"Ahhhhhhhh! Don't go saying things like that out loud dumbass!" And again Kamamoto was silenced with a fist to the head and a loud huff before trailing off into another lecture; perhaps the smaller's attempt at stopping the blood from rushing to his face.

"Oh really? Where's the proof? Show it to me." Fushimi interrupted the lecture feeling irritated for being ignored.

"What proof?! You wanna see my dick or something?" The 'virgin' seemed so offended the other didn't believe it that he wasn't embarrassed until after he said it. "Ack! What the hell am I saying?!"

If the topic of virgins didn't make the surrounding people scatter, the mention of someone's dick definitely did.

"Here's the proof." The blonde dug into his friend's pockets and pulled out a very lacy white panty.

"Ah! Dude put that back!" Face more red than pink now, the carrier of the panties shoved them back into his pocket.

Fushimi didn't believe it, it was probably the silver clan's cat lady that left it after a visit to HOMRA.

"So how did it feel Misaki? Was she good? Was it all you ever wanted?" The blue made sure to avoid the tall red as he circled the smaller like a hawk.

"I-It's none of your business." His voice cracked, probably at the height of embarrassment.

"Heh, so what was her name?" The interrogation went on and the person in question stayed unresponsive until he finally got red enough that he burst.

"I dunno some older lady! I just wanted to get it over with! Damn! Just leave me the fuck alone, its got nothing to do with you!" That answer...he knew Misaki, he was incapable of such an answer. 'Some girl he met at the supermarket' or 'my girlfriend' was more of his type of clichéd excuse but nothing as elaborate, no, not elaborate, as real as that.

No, he's way too skiddish to even watch porn let alone have some cougar touch all over him. But then again he does stupid things when he's upset.

Fushimi's face grew dark and all three stood still in the tense silence. The blonde was about ready to drag his friend down the street to safety but waited curiously as to why the blue was so upset.

"What the hell happened to waiting?! You couldn't give a shit about what I said and you're too damn naïve to have thought of it yourself. So whose idea was it?! Huh?! Those punks at HOMRA?!" In a fit of rage he grabbed the front of the younger's sweater.

If it was true that'd mean, there was no trace of the person he cared for so long ago. The person he knew would never 'disrespect' a woman by having a one night stand. If he had, then that meant he lost himself completely to HOMRA and their filthy habits.

It sounded stupid and it sounded like he wanted it for himself, but for him; it was neither. Misaki's virginity was important to him because it was once important to Misaki.

The boy would always talk big saying he was going to wait until he was married or until he found the person he wanted to be with for the rest if his life, he even made Fushimi promise to slap him if he ever became a 'man-slut'.

They had talked about it like they had about decking out their secret base and taking over the world. Just the two of them young and in over their heads, dreaming, and making promises over small things. But even now, those promises were still something dear to the both of them, though it was an unspoken topic.

Yet in light of this new announcement, it made Fushimi feel like he-despite being the one to end their friendship, was the only one hanging on to their broken relationship.

"I don't wanna hear that coming from you! Its none of your goddamn business what I do anyway! You betrayed me so don't go telling me what I should and shouldn't do!" A push and an attempted punch from the redhead put some distance between the two.

"You're right." The blue sounded tired out and even more concerning…he sounded confused.

Inside he was hurt but at the same time angry that he fooled himself into thinking that they still had some sort of bond left. Which made him infuriated that the other thought they were nothing but opposing colors.

"Oh, so you wouldn't care if you killed me in one of these fights that you keep begging for but you'd care if I lost fucking my virginity?! Fuck you and our sick ass relationship, I'm so don-" In an instand Fushimi closed the distance between them and had the other held up by the front of their shirt. Fushimi opened his mouth but nothing came out.

Of course I'd care!

Is what he wanted to say, but he couldn't. Too hurt to say anything further that revealed how pathetically he clung to the other existence.

Ring Ring Ring Ring Ring

"Tsk. Fushimi here." The third in command answered his PDA trying not to wince as the other released his fire like aura, slowly burning the hand that held the him in place.

Kamamoto looked like he was going to charge at any moment, but backed off as Fushimi pulled a knife out with his PDA.

"I see you went out. Captain said remind you to be careful about touching others and or bumping into them." The blues second in command informed him politely.

He spared a glance to the red who now had his flaming hand on his wrist.

"And what if I do?" He sighed as his superior made a surprised sound.

Just as he thought he'd back off and cool down for a few days, he was now going to be held prisoner with his 'problem'.

"You are to detain that person civilly and bring them to HQ."

"Understood." Fushimi closed the call and turned to the fuming redhead still caught in his grip. "By orders of the Blue King, Reisi Munakata, you are now under arrest."

I suppose we are to put to rest this once and for all.

"The fuc-" Was all he got before he was hoisted onto the blues shoulders. "I'll fucking burn you, fucking monkey!" Misaki kicked and hit, fighting him for balance.

"Misaki. Shut up." The coldness in his voice silenced the squirming vanguard. Never had Fushimi used that voice with him...

"What?! You can't do that! He didn't do anything!" The blonde interjected before being shot a fierce glare.

"Go tell your king that if she's got a problem to contact mine." And with that he turned and began walking toward Scepter4 headquarters.

"Tell Anna not to worry! I'll get myself out if this! I swear it!" A shout from the detainee to his comrade echoed the now empty streets.

They both stayed silent for a while until Misaki's watch alarmed.

"Ugh. Great. Fucking late. Again. I'm so fucking fired." The captured turned to his captor. "Why am I being arrested? This fucking sucks. Your king better compensate for me missing work."

"..."

"Oi, you're serious? What the hells up your ass today? I don't get it."

"You never do."

"Oh so now you talk... bastar-"

"Tell me your lying. "

"S-so I was. What of it?" Fushimi didn't even have to look to see that he was puffing his cheeks out, it was an idiosyncrasy he had when he gets caught in a lie.

This is the idiot I know.

"You're so stupid." The blue sighed in part annoyance and part relief.

It must've been the fatass's idea. They must've planned it after Misaki got fed up with me and those punks at HOMRA teasing him. Might've been a good idea if they told it to anyone else but they screwed thinking I'd react positively to something like that.

"Hey! You're the one who got upset dumbass! Why the hell were you so angry anyway? Don't tell me you actually care." Fushimi faltered as he walked looking back at the ginger.

It was a possibility, he thought. That maybe Misaki thought he didn't care, so being the dope Misaki is he had made sure the other thought he didn't care as well.

It was tiring, troublesome, and annoying not knowing how the other really views him. Though Fushimi knew he isn't the one to complain, since his pride and insecurity was the only thing stopping them from making up...well mostly.

Asking would be a moot point. Misaki feels, not think. So he doubted that even if he did know that he would ever say it. So he had to look at the facts:

He says he'll kill him but never aims to kill, he says he hates the very sight of him but smiles occasionally when they run into each other before fights, he still has kept his number and the watch that he gave him.

It is a possibility, that maybe one day he can hope for more than Misaki's hate. But it was probably just wishful thinking on his part.

"I do. What of it?" Fushimi was genuinely curious as to the others reaction.

He's probably going to call bullshit...

"What do you mean 'what of it?'. You fucking betrayed me how the hell are you still going to have feelings for me?"

I feel a lot towards you, idiot.

"What? No 'no homo'?" Fushimi rolled his eyes, suddenly feeling bitter.

He supposed it was that same false accusation of 'you betrayed me first' that Misaki always threw in his face. That always got to him.

"I'm being serious." The redhead whined as if Fushimi wasn't already annoyed with the whole conversation. So he opted for ignoring the question. "Don't ignore me!"

What an ironic statement...it makes me want to ignore him some more but...I'll have to put a stop to this and quick or else I'll be hearing it for the next week.

"If I was whoring myself out for rent money would you try to stop me?" He went for an analogy, something easy Misaki could grasp without having to spill his guts to someone who may or may not even care.

"What the fuck? I'd stop anyone. It's just not right to have to do that for money if they don't really want to."

Typical...should've seen that coming.

"What if I wanted to?" Fushimi tried again.

"Then I'd send you to the damn hospital cause you're just being lazy and taking other peoples in need of clients…clients."

Just kill me already! Uggghhh

"Okay, let's dumb it down for you then. How about if I was dying. Would you come see me?" He wanted to avoid an extreme analogy because he really did want a straight answer not a forced 'yes' on an account of morality.

"What the hell does tha-"

"Tch. Just answer."

"Well yeah, I guess."

"Then let's leave it at that. " End of discussion. Done. Case closed. He got his point across and it contented the screaming brat on his shoulder. All is goo-

"So you'd come see me too is what you're saying?" He hadn't expected that question…

"Yeah." The answer came out awkwardly.

"…"

"…"

Fushimi was actually surprised.

"So am I really being arrested orrr?" For once, Misaki wasn't screaming, cussing or threatening him but he wasn't chipper either. Just casual as if they had been talking about food instead of three years of hurt feelings and hurting each other.

"Yes. I'm infected with the ability to turn men to women and it's contagious. You touched me. So I have to take you to the Captain." He explained flatly, mood ruined. Not even revealing something as surefire to get Misaki rilled up could change it.

"I'm being serious. "

Fushimi was stuck between:

Well, stop being serious. You've been serious enough today.

Or

Just shut up, you're being too noisy.

But alas, he stepped into the rhythm of their usual talks. It was easier to deal with than a barrage 'fuck you's and 'don't tell me what to do's at the moment.

"So am I. Congratulations Misaki, you're finally going to live up to your name. " The blue said in mock excitement.

"…put me down you fucking shitty ass monkey who said you could touch me?!"

"It's too late so stop squirming." He was annoyed to the point of wanting to give up and say that the vanguard had escaped him or that he hadn't touched the boy at all. But he had already tipped Awashima off by asking about procedures. So he just tuned the other out for a while, they were almost to headquarters anyway.

"…why the fuck are you infected with that sort of thing anyway?!" Misaki's voice faded in.

"It's classified. " Fushimi deadpanned.

"I can't be a girl! I wont even be able to look at myself! And put me down already! I can walk." That said Fushimi dropped him immediately on the ground.

"Ow! Fucker! That hurt!" He yelped and cradled his knee rocking back and forth making hissing noises for what seemed like a good whole minute. "You could've been more gentle, ya know?!" The redhead looked up at him with big tear rimmed eyes.

Fushimi just stood there fighting the urge to tease the teary eyed boy.

"It's a bit early for me to be treating you like a girl isn't it, Mi-sa-ki~? " He gave into his urge, knowing it wasn't enough to make the other go ballistic.

For once he was teasing, not taunting.

"Don't act like you treat girls any different…asshole." Another surprise, no hint of resentment in those words.

"Oh? So I'm guessing you know how to treat a girl then?" Fushimi tried again not sure if he was imagining things.

"Hell yeah, I do. If a girls hurt ya gotta help her and if she says 'no thanks' then you let her down gently." Misaki explained as if he were explaining how to ride a skateboard.

"Remind me how old you are?" He was starting to taunt at this point, for what reason he wasn't sure.

"What the hells that's supposed to mean?" Misaki's 'thug' accent began to mix in his words knowing good and well that Fushimi knew all his statistics but still he stayed calm.

"You're a bit old to be playing prince, don't you think?" He was really pushing for a fight now.

"Fuck you!" The shorter growled but then recovered with: "Kindness doesn't have an limit!"

"It does if it takes someone else's away." Fushimi had said it before he even knew what he was saying.

What the hell's wrong with me? We were having a normal conversation...why...why did I do that?

"What the hell are you talking about?" Misaki's confused voice cut into his self loathing thoughts.

"Nothing. Hurry up, I've wasted enough time." Fushimi held out a hand but naturally the other didn't take it perhaps instinctively suspicious of what just happened.

So Fushimi watched impatiently as the smaller rose from his sitting position in a very robotic manner.

"How'd you hurt it?" The blue asked nonchalantly trying to distract himself from the temptation to just start walking and having the other follow.

"You should fucking know!" Was spat in a mix of disbelief and anger.

Two weeks earlier they had gone at it and he had used the sheath of his sword to trip the other. The skateboarder was going rather fast on impact, but he didn't seem hurt at the end of it. 'Seem' being the keyword.

"Oh." Was all he said, yes, Misaki was still important to him, and yes, he did resent him at the same time. However he felt no qualm in marring the other, it actually made him happy that a little piece of him would be carried around with Misaki for a while.

He caught this thought as it formed. He was happy? About hurting Misaki? But he couldn't stand to see him hurt. Or so he thought...?

What the hell is wrong with me?


Reader: Whhhhaaaat no genderbend on the first chapter?! I feel cheated!

Me: I know, I is sorry. It will be next chapter tho...

Reader: 0_0

So reviews are appreciated... If any clarifications or corrections are spotted feel free to PM me. Sooo yeah, I set out on this story for humor but I just couldn't throw them in genderbend and not try to address this messy mixed up relationship they have. So thats why so much angst in this chap. Will lighten as the story progresses. I also like to take suggestions so if you have any please to come forward. I will embrace you~ Okay enough of me, thanks for reading!