Another Christmas present! Some SaruMi! Enjoy!
"Get away from me, you traitor!" Misaki Yata's voice echoed through the alleyway. Fushimi had only gone there to speak with Misaki. Somehow things would always turn sour when he did. They would always end up fighting. Perhaps it was because Misaki hated him. Perhaps it was because Fushimi was too much of an idiot to figure out how to get Misaki's attention without provoking him. Fushimi pointed his sword at him, a wicked grin spread across his face.
"Why should I, Mi-Sa-ki-?" The tall, lean man said in his usual mocking tone. He had managed to back the redhead into a corner, defenseless. This sort of situation was always his aim when they fought, because that's what you're supposed to do in a fight. But what was he supposed to do now? Kill him? No, there was no way he could do that. Instead, he just stood there, his smile fixed and the tip of his sword pressing lightly to Misaki's throat. He then looked him up and down, taking all of him in and unintentionally sending shivers down the other's spine. Why was he looking at him like that?
"What's going on here?" A low, familiar voice came from the other end of the alley. Fushimi glanced over his shoulder to see who it was and narrowed his eyes, his mouth turning sharply downwards, at who he saw. It was Mikoto Suoh. Misaki's face brightened instantly. Fushimi's heart clenched when he saw it.
"No…" He whispered almost inaudibly. Misaki heard his whisper, a faint curiosity bubbling up inside him about it, but instead of asking to find out, kept his gaze fixed on his king.
"Mikoto-san!" He called out. Fushimi's heart almost stopped. Why? Why was it always like this? He lost all his strength and dropped his arm that was holding his sword up, looking down at the floor. He couldn't take it anymore. His behavior caught Misaki by surprise, but he ran over to Mikoto regardless, like a loyal puppy returning to its master. Why did things have to be this way?
Without another word, just a dirty look by the both of them, both Mikoto and Misaki turned and left the alleyway.
Once they were gone, all there was left for Fushimi to do was fall to his knees. He wasn't sure how long he could keep doing this. He wasn't sure how long he could hold back. He wanted Misaki. He didn't want him to be with Mikoto. Why wouldn't he look at only him? After staying completely still for what seemed like hours, he struggled to his feet, put his sword away and then staggered out of the alleyway. What was he supposed to do? How was he supposed to get Misaki to look at him?
Short, I know, but this is only the start. Please leave a review! ^_^