Disclaimer: I do not own K. Repost and beta by Mishaa

Of which bonds are thicker than blood

Prologue

A certain conversation in Shizume City:

"Hey, have you heard? Seems like the guys from Homra are up to something again."

"Yeah? So that's why I've been seeing so many of them recently..."

"The rumor is that their members are being targeted!"

"So? Thugs like them should just crush each other."

"Honestly, at least think about all the trouble they cause us innocent people."

"Haha! No doubt about that!"

As soon as the Georgian doorway to bar Homura chimed open, the fine looking bartender, Kusanagi Izumo, immediately greeted what he hoped to be his customers in his adorable Kansai dialect.

However, as it turns out, it was only the loud duo: Yata Misaki and Fushimi Saruhiko - fellow clansmen of the Homura gang.

"Welco- What? So it was just both of you. So how did the case go?" Kusanagi asked with a tint of disappointment in his voice that neither of them noticed.

Like always, Fushimi nodded briefly to Izumo and went straight for the couch, grabbing a bottle of coke on his way, and leaving Misaki to do the reporting.

With his head hung low, Yata made his way to the bartender's beloved counter, eyes repentant as he said, "Nothing. That bastard got away with a clean trail."

"It's okay Yata-chan, we'll get him soon enough. How about something to eat? Go take a seat. I'll whip out some omelet rice," Izumo casually put aside the topic after seeing Yata's remorseful expression. He knew the boy wasn't at fault here. In fact, he's the last person anyone could blame.

For a while now, that man had been poking and prodding Homra's thin strand of patience, testing how far it can stretch till it breaks; only attacking when a member is alone or vulnerable.

Victims gave similar testimonials - the man who assaulted them was a strain clad in burgundy pants and a black hood that covered most of his features. The only lead were his eyes: They were a dark shade of red, like blood.

He isn't part of Homura. And none of his victims did anything to provoke him. He just simply ambushed them; wounded them to a certain point and left without a single word. He hasn't killed anyone, yet.

However, they aren't certain there won't be any deaths the next time he strikes. That is why the gang is desperately tracking down the guy before he harms another clansman.

Izumo knew that Yata had been restlessly tracking down the bastard for the past few days, even going as far as to search in the danger of the night, putting his life at a risk.

Still, he didn't say anything about it to the boy, and maybe that's what makes him feel so guilty.

Yata had been willing and he had Fushimi with him. Izumo saw no reason to stop them, but after seeing Yata blame himself for a futile pursuit, Izumo might be regretting his choice to stay silent.

The least he could do for Yata now was to cook a delicious meal in order to cheer him up.

Honestly, the boy is just like an open book. So full of emotions and unsophisticated. He's possibly the one who laughs, gets angry, and cries the most genuinely but that's what makes him a good member.

Misaki's outgoing personality aid him into forming strong bonds within the Homura. He is selfless and would always put his comrades first, no matter how reckless he may seem. He is the happiest when he is with the Homura.

On the other hand, Fushimi is almost Yata's total opposite: quiet, hidden and slick. No ones knows what's going through his mind and Izumo highly doubts Fushimi allows anyone to. He does have to give him credit for his skills though.

Fushimi is smart and talented, though with a foul attitude. And maybe that is why not many dares to approach and familiarize with him. The only person who tried was Misaki, and Totsuka Tatara maybe. But no surprises there since Tatara gets along with everybody.

However, Yata and Fushimi's relationship was not always the best. It's kind of complicated.

Sometimes Fushimi likes to tease Yata by calling him by his first name, much to Yata's is often the source of many, many of their fights.

And then there are times when those two can be perfectly in sync with each other; sharing the same hot-headed temper and level of maturity.

Still, when worst comes to worst, those two always watch each other backs in times of need.

Their combination is superior, almost flawless. That shows how much they trust and depend on each other. Sure, they have their ups and downs but ultimately, those two will always make up. Izumo has never seen such an ironic relationship before; it's pretty funny at times.

Oblivious, Izumo had been smiling the whole time as he reminisced about past events. Fushimi raised his brows and Yata, who was just plainly curious, asked, "Kusanagi-san, what are you grinning about?

"It's nothing." He straightened himself and got back to his pan.

"Want a drink?" Fushimi asked, passing the bottle of coke to Yata who took it with a mumbled thanks. Peeking back at them, Izumo allowed another smile to creep up on his face as he served the meal for two on the counter.

"It's ready!"

Author Note: So I thought its about time I pick up this fic again and finish it. Only because I'm pumped about the K film and Small World (DON'T YOU DARE TALK TO ME ABOUT THIS NOVEL, I WILL JUMP INTO FLAMES AND DRAG YOU ALONG WITH ME) No promises on fast update though.

Psst, also I'm thinking of writing another Sarumi fic whereby Yata has amnesia and Fushimi struggles to restore his memories. I don't know though.