K Project AU

Your Biggest Fan

Blog request: Writer and editor

He hated being there and he wanted to leave already. The crowd of over excited people annoyed him, but nothing bothered him more than seeing Misaki as the center of attention. He was currently doing a book signing in some random bookstore and he seemed to be enjoying him. He was happily smiling with a faint blush in his face as he greeted the people that came up to him. Surprisingly, a lot of his precious adoring fans had come which completely pissed him off. When they had first agreed to the signing event, neither of them had expected so many people to come.

Misaki wasn't even that good of a writer. He just happened to come up with strange topics that would attract young teenagers. His short novels ranged from angsty romance to the supernatural which were pretty popular topics. Still, with the attention span Misaki had, he never thought he could actually make a living from his mediocre writing skills. It frustrated him to think that he was slowly being left behind again.

Crossing his hands, Fushimi checked the time again for the millionth time and realized the book signing should have been over minutes ago. He went over to the director of the event and told him it was suppose to be over already, but he casually, and with a disgusting chuckle, told him to let it be. Feeling his blood boiling with rage, Fushimi leaned back against the wall and watched as Misaki was adored by the stupid mass of people. However, his eyebrow twitched furiously when he saw a particular girl touch his hand. He was seriously in the worst possible situation and as his personal editor and friend, he didn't think he could control his irritation for too long. He really to go up there and snatch him back.

No one knew that Misaki secretly belonged to him.

Still, he wasn't even suppose to be there and he knew he was going to regret coming to Misaki's event in the end. His work was going to pile up crazy since he was currently working on more than one project. Then, adding to his daily stress, he took care of more than one author. However, he had no right to complain since he had chosen to become an editor out of his own will. Since Misaki ended up becoming a writer by mere chance, he followed him and entered that publishing business as an editor. He just wanted be near him and he didn't want anyone else to touch him.

An annoying squeal suddenly snapped his thoughts and he looked up to see a group of girls requesting to take a picture with oh-so popular writer. Fushimi was about to go over and tell him it was prohibited when the event's director stopped him. He gave the group of girls permission and they happily thanked him. Fushimi, managing to control himself, glared at them bitterly and cursed under his breath.

He really hated everything.

When the nightmare was finally over, he watched as Misaki bid his farewells shly with the events organisers before he walked toward him. He quickly loosen his tie and rubbed off the gel that was keeping his hair in place. Even though he didn't want to admit it, Misaki looked good and almost professional. No one could tell that he used to be street thug with him in the past. Then again, in that moment, Fushimi would probably do anything to go back to those days. Even they were constantly fighting others, Misaki's life revolved around him.

"Man, that was exhausting," Misaki said, giving out a long sigh. He stretched out his hands high in the air before he tried to relax his tense shoulders. "It was a pretty cool event, though and it was nice meeting all my fans. I never knew I had so many. They all seemed pretty excited too. I don't know why I didn't agree to do these ages ago. I mean, it was really-"

"Misaki!" Fuhsimi interrupted him loudly, not caring if people around them had turned to look their way. "Shut up. You're annoying."

"What?!" Misaki backed away completely surprised by his actions. Then, his puzzled expression quickly changed to pure anger. "What is wrong with you?! You're my editor! You're suppose to be happy about my success, but you're not! Why?! I don't understand you! And how many damn times have I told you!? Don't call me by first name!?"

It was always a thrill to see Misaki mad. Even if it was just anger, he wanted his attention for himself.

"You want to know why? Alright, I'll tell you." Fushimi stepped closer to him and leaned his hands on Misaki's shoulders. Then, he got close to his ear and took a breath, but instead of giving him an answer, Fushimi gave him an unexpected lick in the cheek. Misaki pushed him away with embarrassment and his face immediately turned beet red.

The look on Misaki's face was definitely a pleasant sight for Fushimi, though.

"Saruhiko!" He exclaimed, quickly placing his hand over his face. Everyone was looking at them at them rather oddly, but Fushimi didn't care. It was finally his turn to enjoy himself. "What are you doing?!"

"Believe it or not, Misaki," he began casually, giving him a pleasing smirk. "I'm your only biggest fan."

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(A/N: And so my first sarumi drabble/fic. Thank you for checking this out and please excuse my grammatical errors. I'm posting these here because my blog has capitalization issues and I don't know how to change it.)