Old Friends

by flowerbirdie13

You think that after betraying HOMRA, after betraying Mikoto-san, after betraying ME, you could just come back into my life? Not even asking for forgiveness, not even apologizing, because it's useless. You know I won't listen. You know I won't forgive. And yet, is that even true anymore? Might be some smut, we'll see. It is SaruMi, after all, anything could happen.

1. Chapter 1

I try to relax, letting the sound of my skateboard on the street calm me down. I couldn't stay at the bar another damn minute. That fucking Kamamoto's getting all the ladies, and it pisses me the fuck off. I HATE summer, because of his damn summer fatigue. He ruins everything. He's nothing like-

No. I can't think like that. I'm venturing into territory that I promised myself I'd never go. I speed up, pushing harder and harder against the ground, not focusing on anything else.

Then I realize something: I have no idea where the fuck I'm going. But it really doesn't matter. All that matters is that I'm away from the girls, swooning over the now-thin Kamamoto (let's see how they feel about him in the winter, eh?), and I don't have to have Totsuka-san looking at me in that way he has, as if he could read my mind. He knows I haven't been myself since that damn monkey left, and he knows that I hate it. I hate the hold that damn traitor has on me.

I wistfully think about my baseball bat, wishing I'd brought it with me, but almost glad that I'd left it at the bar; otherwise I would be smashing trash cans like crazy, which I have the strong urge to do, but it won't do me any good. As it was, I was almost running people over with my skateboard. Well they can just get the fuck out of my way, for all I care. It's their fault for being there.

That's when I hear it. Just one word, one taunting call: "Mi-sa-kiiii!"

And there he is, standing a few yards in front of me. Damn. I should've brought the bat.