Guardian Angel: Chapter 1
"FUCK YOU GUYS!" Roared Yata as he spat out blood from his mouth, sneering at the brutally beaten up gangsters, Yata breathed in a deep breath of air after yelling at the top of his lungs, but his broken ribs resulted in jagged, forced breathing. Life was hard for Yata after Mikoto died and HOMRA disbanded, they were targeted in lone groups, defenseless without their powers, only bearing their bare fists or weapons to offer to those who seek to fight them.
Limping from his bruised knee, Yata rigidly leaned down to pick up his skateboard and baseball bat, lying on the ground next to an unconscious gangster, holding the skateboard and bat in his arm, Yata walked away, instead of using his skateboard, because it would take a strain on his bruised leg. But routines like these became daily to Yata, gangs or powerful people who had a bone to pick with Mikoto and HOMRA went after the remaining members of HOMRA, Yata was only one of the many HOMRA members being targeted.
Yata scored many confused and scared looks from the faces of passerby's, being covered in blood and bruises and ripped clothes, but Yata ignored the stares and only had one goal in mind, to get back to his apartment alive. Limping away at the sidewalk, Yata tried his best to remain conscious, then his half shut eyes were opened by the sight of a familiar blue van of a specific clan caught his eye. The van of the SCEPTER 4, looking near the van, he saw someone unpleasantly familiar with a group of other SCEPTER 4 members, Fushimi Saruhiko.
Yata decided to look away before he Fushimi saw him, but it was already too late. Fushimi was soon running towards Yata. Feeling panicked and not in any condition to take on another fight, Yata hurriedly jumped onto his skateboard and tried to skate away, but the sudden pang of pain onto his bruised leg made him lose his balance and trip onto the sidewalk, rolling his skateboard far away from him.
"Well well, what do we have here?" Asked Fushimi as he thoroughly enjoyed the humiliating collapsed figure of Yata, Fushimi walked around Yata in circles while observing this savory moment. "Fuck you, you shitty monkey!" Shouted Yata as he swung his bat aiming towards Fushimi's head, but his broken wrist let him down and completely missed Fushimi, as Yata shrieked in pain and clutched his wrist, the bat flew out of his hands.
Not looking back, Yata ran forwards, through alleys in attempt to lose Fushimi, but soon his running was reduced to jogging then reduced to hurried limping. Praying that he lost Fushimi, he leaned his back towards a wall and slid down to sit down and rest. But his prayers not answered, Fushimi came from the opening of the alley with Yata's skateboard and bat in hand.
"Here to beat me up too? Come at it at another day. I'm outta business." Yata panted as he glared at Fushimi. Fushimi had no intention of replying to Yata, "Don't move." Fushimi then proceeded to carry Yata in his arms then placed his skateboard and bat in his hands, "What the fuck are you doing?! Let me down!" Yata squirmed in his arms, but his broken ribs forced him to give up. After realizing that resistance was futile, Yata remained silent and waited for Fushimi to do whatever he had in plan.
After a while of walking, and a trip up an elevator, Fushimi put Yata down on the floor in front of an apartment door and took out a key and unlocked the door to the apartment with it. Then he picked up Yata again and carried him inside and placed Yata on top of a leather couch. "Take off your shirt." Said Fushimi as he went through his refrigerator, Fushimi then closed the refrigerator door shut with icepacks in his hand and walked to search through a cabinet. "Why?" Asked Yata as he wearily eyed Fushimi, "Just do it." Replied Fushimi with an annoyed voice, Fushimi then soon returned with a first aid kit and several ice packs in his hands.
In attempt to remove his shirt, Yata lifted up his arms to feel an acute pain in his chest, it was his broken ribs. In response, Yata put his arms down and groaned. Seeing that Yata was having trouble with removing his shirt, Fushimi returned with a pair of scissors and cut Yata's shirt open, making it easier to remove, to reveal a flurry of shades of purple on Yata's chest. "Hold these to your broken ribs." Fushimi handed Yata the icepacks and opened the first aid kit as Yata held the icepacks over his broken ribs.
Fushimi then clumsily treated all of Yata's scratches and cuts, Yata could tell from how forcefully he was trying to treat the wounds. "You suck at this." Said Yata as he winced as Fushimi dug his cotton ball soaked with antiseptic into one of Yata's many wounds, "Well I'm sorry princess! Do you want me to go to medical school now?" Replied Fushimi with sarcasm overloaded in his voice.
Covered in bandages and band aids, Fushimi was finally done treating Yata. "Did you only treat me so you can beat me up later to the fuller extent?" Asked Yata, "Well, sort of." Replied Fushimi, it was getting late and the sun was setting, and Yata was too exhausted to go back to his own apartment. Finally having a moment of peace to himself, Yata soon drifted off on Fushimi's couch.
"Hey, are you still alive? Don't tell me all that effort I wasted of treating you is going to be wasted?" Yawned Fushimi as he poked at Yata's face. Yata then slowly opened his eyes to find that Fushimi had put a jacket on Yata and covered him with blanket as he was asleep. "What time is it…?" Asked Yata as he stretched, restrained by his wounds. "10ish I guess." Replied Fushimi, sitting down at the dining table with cheap sushi and bento from convenience stores, Fushimi then got out a pair of wooden chopsticks and snapped them apart.
Before Fushimi dug his chopsticks into his food, he glimpsed at Yata. "Aren'tcha gonna eat?" Asked Fushimi with his mouth stuffed with rice. Glaring at Fushimi skeptically, Yata limped over to sit next to him at the table. After taking more effort than usual to snap apart the wooden chopsticks, he became curious of all the sudden kind gestures by Fushimi. "Did you poison this shit?" Asked Yata with a skeptical look displayed on his face. Not bothered to answer, Fushimi leaned over and took some of Yata's food and ate it with a sarcastic look on his face.
"I wouldn't eat the food I poison. Smarty pants." Said Fushimi as he chewed on his food, after having his theory proven wrong, Yata ate his food slowly. Fushimi was long ago finished with his food and had sunk himself into the couch watching TV and drinking a can of beer. After Yata was done, he limped towards the couch and sat at the other end of the couch. Yata sighed and repositioned himself on the couch in order to avoid hurting his wounds any further.
Fushimi then glanced at Yata and shook his beer can in front of Yata's face, "You want some?" Asked Fushimi, while staring at the TV, "Sure, where is the beer in your fridge?" Yata was about to stand up to limp towards the fridge, "Oh. This is the last one. You can have some." Said Fushimi while holding out the can of beer, Yata began to dislike the idea of sharing saliva with Fushimi, then Fushimi quickly picked up on that, "Seriously. We used to share bottles of soda together. How's a beer going to hurt more?" Said Fushimi while shaking the can of beer in his hand, Yata hesitated before taking the can of beer, then he sipped from it wearily before returning it to Fushimi's hands.
"I should go now." Yata stood up and walked to get his shoes. "Are you kidding? Are you just going out there so you can get beat up again? If you die I'm not going to be held responsible for that." Said Fushimi as he tossed the empty beer can into the rubbish bin. Ignoring Fushimi, Yata continued to walk away and slowly put his shoes on. Sighing loudly, Fushimi went and got a zip tie, then he swiftly put it around both of Yata's hands and locked it.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Shouted Yata as he struggled within the tight clutch of the zip tie, "Saving your life. You owe me one." Replied Fushimi as he carried Yata and threw him onto his bed in his bedroom. "Shuddup and go to sleep, I'll cut that zip tie off in the morning." Yawned Fushimi as he got into the bed with Yata. "Oh come ON!" Hissed Yata, Yata tried his best to struggle without causing him pain, but any form of struggling ended up with him being in pain. He gave up and lied in Fushimi's bed. Resenting him.
Heyo. I've been so busy lately, so I just scraped this out of nowhere of my empty, work strained brain. Enjoy! (::::)