A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SARUHIKO!
...Decided to dig up and upload fanfics that I wrote over a year ago. I'm really sorry. I'll write a proper birthday fic for him later uwu.
Saruhiko being his creepy self as usual.
Pure, untainted red. He may have adorned different shades of it- varying from the vibrant scarlet red resembling blood, to the dark wine red (burgundy, it was called), in various situations. Yet, it was always red. Misaki was pure, in Saruhiko's eyes. Not tainted by blue- nor black; evil they called it. Not like Saruhiko himself.
He resembled the red of a fire, too. Burning, fiery passion and hot-headed temper that never did anything but land him into trouble. A smothering gaze, promising pain and blood (the colour of his Aura) for anyone who angered him. Saruhiko, particularly- for having become a traitor. Though, was it not Misaki who had first betrayed him? By ignoring him... by lavishing attention and affection on the leader of HOMRA. Mikoto did not deserve it, in Saruhiko's opinion. The leader would only ruin Misaki's purity, his innocence, with the way he handled life.
On the other hand, Saruhiko loved it when Misaki paid attention to him. He craved the latter's gaze on him and him only, be it for good or bad reasons. He wanted to dominate the other's mind. So much that he was determined to make the other hate him. So much that Misaki's mind would only be occupied with thoughts of Fushimi Saruhiko. Enough to chase him down, to the ends of Earth. Perhaps, Saruhiko was trying to taint Misaki too. To dye that red with a swirl of colours. Combining them and turning it into an ugly, indescribable shade that no one but Saruhiko would want. All for himself.
One may ask, 'why did you not show it through love instead?'
The answer to that question is simple. He had tried, many times, over and over- only to fail. The reason was that in the end, Mikoto took priority in Misaki's mind, he practically worshipped and idolized the Red King. Maybe it was Mikoto's power, which led to that. The reason did not matter. Betraying HOMRA and joining SCEPTER-4 with gaining more power was but an excuse, to forcibly make Misaki look at him. Look at him with hatred in the orange-haired skateboarder's gaze, to seek out battles with Saruhiko.
Saruhiko loved it, so much that it was becoming a habit. A sardonic smile always plastered to his face as the two of them confronted each other in battles- shedding Misaki's blood. The scarlet shade enticed him.
Yes, Misaki was red. The red that was as dangerous as it was alluring.