Fortunate Mistake chp.1: Going our ways
Hello~ now that school has started, I'm going to try to get out as many fanfics as possible before it becomes hectic. Yeah, once school gets into full swing, it'll be a lot of hard work again. Anyway, this fic is by request of DeidaraUlquiorra(I'm sorry for putting you on the spot, but I want to give credit to ideas where they're due. Please PM me if you wish not to be mentioned, my dear), the general plot with specific ideas were posed to me. So I took them and decided to roll with it, and it must be said that these ideas are courtesy of DeidaraUlquiorra. The following had been posed to me: Misaki genderbent from a drug given to him by a strain, complications, and Sarumi babies with Fushimi.
So I shall do the best I can and roll with it…and I feel like I will be putting some smut in this here fic. Btw, this story takes place BEFORE the end of K, so Mikoto is still alive.
WARNING: Genderbent Misaki, angsty Fushimi, OOC-ness
"Please…" = talking
'Please…' = thoughts (Note SINGLE quotations and ITALICS)
Please… = change in scenery or flashbacks
~ to the scene of the story~
"Dammit, I'll get that shitty monkey next time…" a fiery-headed young man, otherwise known as the Yatagarasu of HOMRA grumbled as he limped down the alleyway. He was littered with bruises and cuts, but they weren't serious. He had yet again finished another late-night scuffle with the traitor of HOMRA and his ex-best friend, Fushimi Saruhiko. They had been evenly matched, and their battle ended on undecisive notes. Both wounded, there was no choice but to stop their battle, since neither one was able to finish off the other.
Elsewhere in another alley just two blocks off, a taller figure clad in blue limped along, his body just as bruised and battered. Wincing, he slowly slid down and sat, back against a wall. Lifting his head, he focused on the narrow strip of night sky above the alleyway. It was a stretch of lonely, midnight blue dotted with pale stars, like Saruhiko's own heart. Empty and void, sprinkled with broken dreams, shattered hopes, and splinters of a broken heart. A chill breeze passes through, and the sapphire-headed boy breathes a sigh before muttering, "Misaki, hurry and catch up. Waiting for you like this is the only thing that's breaking me, yet…I can't help but wait."
A little jolt of white-purple from the corner of his eye caught his attention, and he turned to see a white rabbit shivering beside him. At least, it should be white, though the night lighting had given it a curious lavender tinge. Normally, Saruhiko wouldn't give a crap about abandoned animals or the like. That was something his big-hearted Misaki would do. "Heh. You've been abandoned too, huh? Seems to suit us abandoned people to be left in dinky, dirty alleyways…because that's what we are. Dirty cast-offs fit for dirty alleyways." The blue-haired boy finished bitterly. Perhaps it was how wounded he was, or the cold of the night, but he gently gathered the shivering bunny and tucked it into the folds of his clothes. One arm holding the rabbit and the other to steady himself as he slowly got up, he struggled to his feet and made his way back to the tiny apartment he called home.
As soon as he made it inside his apartment, he placed the rabbit onto the wooden floors and collapsed onto his sofa, thoroughly tired. The rabbit continued to sit where it was left, staring intently at the tired boy. After ten minutes of silence, Saruhiko wearily got up, and made his way to the kitchen cabinet. As if in a trance, he slowly pulled out a First Aid kit, and made his way back to the living room. Placing the First Aid kit on a coffee table, he stripped himself of his coat and shirt. His chest was littered with bruises and cuts bloodied and purple, but that was fine by him. Gingerly, he reached into the first aid kit and began to clean and bandage his wounds, wincing here and there when the deeper wounds were treated. All the while, the rabbit continued to watch from where it was standing, ignored by Saruhiko, though no longer shivering.
"Hmm…? Oh, right…you….well, I suppose you would make decent enough company…" The boy finally turned his attention back to the still rabbit. Interestingly, even under normal incandescent lights, the rabbit remained with the curious lavender tinge. Saruhiko picked up the rabbit gently and made his way to the dining table, where he placed said rabbit down, giving it a casual pat before going into the kitchen. He came back into the living room with two plates in one hand and a beer in the other. Although he was under age[1], he had his ways. He set a plate of crackers down before the bunny, and placed the other plate consisting of a meager sandwich in his own place. The rabbit cautiously sniffed the plate of crackers before it, and looked at the cobalt-haired boy, as if questioning. "Eat it if you want, don't if you don't want to. I hate vegetables, so I'm afraid I have no carrots for you. You'll just have to make do with crackers or nothing at all." He explained to the rabbit in a non-commital manner. It's not really his concern if the rabbit decided to starve. He already gave it food, it just didn't eat it. Not his problem.
The rabbit eyed his plate for a second, as if assessing whether the thing on it would be a better eat or not. On it was a measly sandwich consisting of a single slice of cold-cut meat in between two slices of bread. "Don't even think about it. This is mine, I am not so big hearted as to share it with you. You just keep to those or starve."Saruhiko added as he picked up the sandwich and began to eat it. Heeding the warning, the rabbit backed off, and after giving a slight snort, began to nibble at the crackers. The two ate in comfortable silence, the taller one taking occasional swigs of beer. When all was eaten, Saruhiko cleared the table and went to the kitchen to wash the plates. After having settled the matter, he went to his bedroom and brought out his laptop. He set it down beside the rabbit and crackers, a few clicks later he opened the most precious file on his laptop. It was a file full of pictures of Misaki, some taken as footage from public security cameras, others from less public sources that he had been able to discreetly plant around the HOMRA base and places he knew Misaki frequented.
The rabbit hobbled a little closer, as if to look at the screen. Saruhiko paid it no mind as he continued to silently browse through his personal library of Misaki, taking occasional sips of beer. "Ahh Misaki….I can look at you forever…" the cobalt haired teen sighed, his eyes never once leaving the screen. The rabbit continued to stare on in silence. "I love you, Misaki…." The bespectacled teen confessed earnestly to no one in particular, his eyes glossed over in a far away look as his eyes bore into the screen. The night wore on and his musings and mutterings became more and more jumbled as the alcohol worked its way into his system. Finally, Saruhiko snapped his laptop shut and dragged himself to the couch, only half coherent. He brought a picture of MIsaki he had on the coffee table to his lips, and kissed it in his drunken state. "I love youuuuu, Misakiiiiiiiiiiiii~~~~…..uhh…..good night…." He mumbled drunkenly before resting the picture on his chest before passing out. Unbeknownst to him, the rabbit had been watching the entire scene noiselessly from its perch on the table top. The apartment was dark and silent, illuminated only by the light of the moon. With a light fwip, the rabbit jumped from the table and landed on the floor noiselessly as a young teen of about thirteen or fourteen.
It was hard to tell the gender of this teen, the body was lanky, the face delicate but with a spark of mischief such that only boys can hold. The hair was a lovely shade of lavender, and ended elegantly at the shoulders. However, it spiked artfully at the end, and it was hard to decide whether the hairstyle was male or female. "Tch. I can't believe I got saved by such a mushy, sad sap…still, I suppose I owe him one. Hmmm…very well, I suppose I'll give him a little something for saving me. He'd better be grateful for it." The strain said more to him/herself as s/he made it to the window with one last glance at the photo resting on Saruhiko's chest. 'Yata Misaki…I guess I'll pay you a visit. It should be fun.' The strain thought gleefully as s/he made off into the night.
~ Back to Misaki~
Yata Misaki winced as he got his wounds treated by Kusanagi back at the HOMRA bar. It wasn't the first time he burst in injured, but it doesn't make it hurt any less. Of course, accompanied with the fixing up was the usual scolding from the second-in-command of Homura. "Yata-chan, how many times do I have to tell you, STOP picking fights and acting on your own? When you act on your own, you jeopardize the entire clan too, I hope you know that." The bar tender applied extra pressure to a wound he was treating as he nagged, frowning pointedly at the fiery-headed teen. "But Kusanagi-saaan! That dickbag started it! He was the one who stalked me like the creeper he is and started insulting Homura again! I can't let him just walk all over our pride like that! So smug and all…one of these days I'll beat his face in so hard he'll see the insides of his brain…a-and besides, I wasn't jeopardizing the clan! I handled it just fine! You guys didn't need to step in to help me this time!" said fiery-headed teen half whined and half complained, wincing as Kusanagi once again dabbed a little too hard on a wound out of spite. "Handled it? If you handled it, you wouldn't be coming in here littered with bruises and cuts and looking half dead, Yata-chan. Furthermore, you managed to come out not too bad this time, but there's no guarantee that you'll come out alright each time. It IS Fushimi-kun that you're dealing with here…he was quiet and surprised us all before, I'm pretty sure he can surprise us all again…" Kusanagi warned wearily as he finished bandaging up the last of Yata's wounds.
"Heh. That damn monkey can't surprise us anymore with his half-assed tricks, because we're Homura. He's just prissy little Saru in his creepy, air conditioned mansion with his prissy blue coat and fancy-ass sword." Yata grumbled as he hopped off the bar stool and made his way to the door, "He can't stand up to us when he's all alone like that." "What if what he's standing up against isn't all of us, but just you? What if he's not aiming to take down Homura, but just to take you?" the blond bartender posed to the skateboarder as he calmly polished another glass. "What!? Like hell he can take me…I might be beaten up right now, but I guarantee you he didn't leave in a good shape either. If he tries to take me, I'll just fuck him up so bad he won't be able to get up, just you watch!" the russet headed teen retorted furiously before storming off, obviously missing any ulterior meaning Kusanagi had meant to hint at, or the unwitting sexual innuendo he had just passed off. "K-Kusanagai-san! Y-Yata-san….d-do we have to go after him!?" Kamamoto panicked a bit, looking from the bartender to the empty doorway and back again. "Nah, just leave him be. Yata-chan is rather sensitive when it comes to Fushimi, but I guess that's only natural. After all, they were…nevermind. He'll come back when he blows off enough steam…and if he comes back banged up again, I swear there will be consequences." Kusanagi finished polishing a glass, with a calmly sinister edge to his voice. Kamamoto wisely kept his mouth shut after, and turned back to stuffing his face with whatever he could find.
"Tch! How can Kusanagi-san just doubt me like that!? Me, not able to handle that shitty monkey!? Just watch…!" With that outburst, Yata boarded full speed back home, intent on getting an early start tomorrow and hopefully find his way to kicking a certain Blue's ass. He zoomed past a dark alleyway in a flash, and the street remained silent and dark. A pair of eyes glowed as it blinked, and a rabbit hobbled out of the alleyway, staring at the direction in which the redheaded teen had sped.
~stalker bun has locked onto target!~
[1] underage drinking: Unlike in North America where the legal drinking age is 18, in Japan the legal drinking age is 21.
Yep…here's the first chap of the request fic…sorry if it wasn't exactly as expected…but can I at least have a "You tried"…? :3 I'm willing to do requests if anyone has them :3 (But to be honest I love reading everyone else's works instead).