Hello! This is my first K fanfiction. I personally love Fushimi Saruhiko and Yata Misaki, so I tried to write a fanfiction on my own.
I hope you enjoy it. Review, please? :)
I don't own any K Project character. GoRA does. (Lucky ones. u.u)
The pain we share will burn us both
It had been three months now. Three months since he left HOMRA and joined Scepter4.
He had seen Misaki today. He had been smiling and laughing while Suoh Mikoto, Anna, Kamamoto and Izumo were heading to Izumo's bar, probably after beating some gang HOMRA had business with.
Three months. Three months and Misaki was just fine.
Seeing that Misaki didn't need him as much as he needed him, cut his heart everytime damn time that he believed he was bleeding internally.
Misaki… Don't leave me here…
Before he had met Misaki, the world was just boring, worthless and flat.
No one liked him. Not his family, not his school companions, not his teachers… No one.
However, he was fine with that. He didn't mind. He didn't mind at all.
He noticed that the world didn't like him, the first time, through his family.
One night, his parents were preparing themselves to going out for dinner, like they used to do. They always left Fushimi on his own. They affirmed that he was a grown boy that didn't need someone to look after him as they were away.
It was normal for them to go away but, somehow, Fushimi had a strange feeling inside him.
As they were standing by the exit door, his father came closer to him and ruffled his hair. With a forced smile, he muttered three simple words:
"See you later."
He headed to bed with still that strange sensation in his heart.
The next morning, he woke up naturally. He looked at his bedside clock and noticed it was already 11:30 a.m.
It was strange. He always woke up at 7:20 a.m. by the sound of his father taking a shower while his mother prepared their breakfast.
He got up from his bed and headed to the living room. No one was there.
Slowly, he opened up the door to his parents' bedroom. Maybe, they were still fast asleep.
But, the bedroom was empty.
The bed remained untouched since last night. In the middle of the bed, there was a note with only one word written.
Farewell
In that moment he realized he was alone in the world. No one loved him. He was by himself. Alone. Maybe, forever even.
He left the note where he found it and stared at one of the white walls of the room.
He didn't cry. He didn't shred one single tear.
After what seemed endless hours for him, he got up and headed to his bedroom and packed all he needed in a single bag.
As he headed to the exit door of his flat, he stopped and stared back at his flat. He remained emotionless as he turned and close the door behind him.
He knew he would never return there. The memories wouldn't allow him.
The setting sun shinned on his back.
He was five years old.
Though the years, he lived alone in a single, old flat.
He attended school, although, he could count trough his fingers how many time he went there.
At first, he tried to befriend some of his classmates, but, he found it useless.
Everyone was boring and annoying. He too knew that his classmates found him strange. Too strange for their likings.
Eventually, they realized he was also a genious. He would always have a perfect score in his exams. Not that he would studied hard for the tests. He didn't give a damn about school or grades. He just had an uncommon intelligence for his age.
For that, he begun to receive some rude comments followed by some beat ups after school. In those first times, he would also defend himself, punching some kids in their faces and kicking their groins, until they grabbed his arms and punched his stomach repeatedly, leaving him curled up on the cold floor with emptiness reflecting in his eyes.
Because of that, he decided to carry knives around with him. Just to still hold on in this world and not been eaten by it. He had to hold on, he knew that, but he didn't know why.
Through the time, he continued believing that his world would never change. That he was destined to be alone forever, feeling bored since he woke up every morning as when he went to sleep.
He hated it. The world could end tomorrow for all he cared.
However, everything changed in high school, when he met a single-brain idiot named Yata Misaki.