It was sunset. The sky was painted with pinks, purples, and oranges. Usually, when leaving the bar, Yata would skate back to his apartment. But not today. Today was his off day and he was lost in thought. No matter how hard he tried he couldn't untangle the large knot of thoughts that clouded his mind.
"Mi~sa~ki," a familliar voice sing-songed. Yata knew exactly who it was. The mere sound of his voice was enough to make his blood boil. He stopped in his tracks and spun around on his heel. Just like he anticipated, he came face to face with his former best friend.
"What do you want you damn monkey?"
"Tch. You're never happy to see me anymore," Saruhiko clicked his tongue. "You're not skating today, why's that, Mi~sa~ki?"
"None of your damn business," Yata spat back. It was then that Saruhiko grabbed Yata's wrist and swung him into a darkened alleyway. The taller boy pushed Yata against a cold, concrete wall.
"What the fuck, Saru?" Yata was clearly pissed off but he didn't push the other boy off. Saruhiko clicked his tounge in response.
"You're no fun when you're not fighting," Saru sighed. Yata dropped his gaze from Saru's face to the ground.
"Get off me you damn monkey."
Saruhiko cupped his hand underneath Yata's chin. Without warning, Saru brought his lips to his former friend's lips. The kiss they shared was gentle and tame but burned with a fiery passion. After a short while, Saru brought his lips to Yata's ear. The sound of his voice was muffled by his beanie, but Yata knew exactly what his former friend, the traitor, had said.
"I love you." These three seemingly simple words have never left Yata so baffled before in his life. His body felt weak and his mind even more exhausted than it previously was. "That bastard," he said to himself through a tightly clenched jaw. He clenched his fists until his nail dug into his palms.