Zero Weakness but One
Theme: Set it off (The haunting)
yea, that's the song that I thought of that really speaks to their ship.
Anywho. So here's another fic.
It's probably not gonna hit the same 60K length like the other fics but then again I never know what's gonna happen.
So here's chapter one!
Do enjoy and send me a review!
Thanks for reading,
Anime4us
Chapter 1
Quiet days were always the hardest. It reminded him of days when it wasn't so quiet. Of days where Tatara would shove a camera in everyone's faces, or the days where Anna could coax a song out of him. Of days where Mikoto would chuckle when Kusanagi had a meltdown about the safety of his bar when things got too rowdy. It reminded him of days when he was just a middle school kid stumbling upon the reds for the first time. It reminded him of someone he desperately tried to block out.
"Damn traitor doesn't deserve my thoughts." Yata hissed, only to get a raised eyebrow out of his partner.
The red head kept pace with Kamamoto's walking speed, itching to pull on ahead on his board to find trouble that wasn't popping up. Ever since the silver king had implemented alliances he couldn't even take his pent-up anger out on the blues without any issues.
"You ok there Yata?" Kamamoto asked as he scratched at the back of his head.
"Fine. Let's get back. I don't like leaving Anna for so long." The vanguard stated with a sigh as he gave a light push against the ground, keeping his board in motion.
He didn't know when it got to the point where it was now, though he could probably trace it back to since before the blue king tore Mikoto away. He could probably trace it all the way back to middle school. When did he get so bloody attached to the people around him? Since when did the thought of losing a little girl cause a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach?
The door chimed as Yata kicked his board up and into his hand in a fluent motion. He sighed before walking into the bar. Red eyes looked up from a sparkling glass as the door fell closed behind him. Anna's lips left the straw as she cocked her head in slight questioning.
"Pretty quiet out there." Kamamoto stated as he practically collapsed into one of the bar's couches. "I don't even know why we go out anymore." The clansman breathed out.
Still, Anna kept her eyes on Yata as he sat at the bar after leaning his board on the wall near the door. She watched silently as he lifted his wrist towards himself and proceeded to play around with his watch.
"Cause it keeps you guys out of the bar and the bar clean." Kusanagi stated from where he was standing, white towel in hand as he wiped a shot glass down.
He set the glass down before glancing towards Anna. With a sigh and a small smile, he made his way to the wall of glasses that ordained the bar, reaching out and taking one down before filling it with soda. He set it down in front of the vanguard, earning his attention.
"Stop sulking, you're worrying Anna."
Yata glanced towards the side in slight shock to see Anna staring at him… or almost through him, as if looking for something that wasn't quite there. He forced a smile to his face.
"I'm fine. I swear!" He stated before laughing.
All the while Anna kept staring before sighing and breaking the eye contact.
"Your red wavers." Anna stated calmly as she jumped down from the barstool, her white locks falling into her face momentarily. "I hope you talk to one of us soon." With that, the red king excused herself and left the speechless room behind in favor of the rooms that stood above the bar.
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How many times has he wiped at his face in the last hour? Every time he blinked the letters on the damn screen got more and more blurry. Whatever caffeine product he'd used, because he wasn't really sure what he was drinking anymore, wasn't working. Munakata had him working crazy hours for a stupid case. If it wasn't a case it was something else. Paper work for whatever, whether it was a finished case or something they were revisiting. The room was dark, it was probably some ungodly hour. He figured he'd be used to it by now. Those years that followed middle school had made him soft.
That damn… he started the thought with a click of his tongue before shaking his head.
He needed to focus. He turned his attention back towards his computer before pushing back with yet another annoyed click of his tongue. He wasn't going to get any more damn work done tonight. Munakata was going nuts about the green clan and Awashima, while also constantly demanding more information, still found the time to nitpick at his informal way of speaking. Leaning back into his desk chair he let his eyes shut for a second, the bright screen from the computer lighting up the lenses of his glasses.
Maybe going out for fresh air would help. Fushimi stood, feeling the pressure in his joints as they cracked. He stretched his arms over his head getting rid of the stiffness from hours at the desk. He grabbed his blue coat before locking down his computer and leaving the room.
It was freezing outside. He could see his breath in front of him. Fushimi shoved his hands deeper into his pockets as he walked, searching for any salvation from the frigid air. He silently damned the cold whether.
The city only seemed to get more colorful at night. Multicolored adds doted the streets along with neon signs that beckoned those who still roamed the streets. Scepter 4's third rank roamed the streets, minding his own damn business because hell if he would take the time to step into any of the nasty clubs that ordained the streets.
Fushimi brought his hands out of his pockets to pull his collar up. He regretted the action almost instantly as the warmth he'd manage to accumulate in his pockets was now gone. He looked up in annoyance before once again shoving his hands into his pockets and continued making his way down the road.
Eventually a café popped up on the way and Fushimi dipped in, in search of salvation. Behind the door Scepter 4's clansman basked in the café's heating before hearing someone way too excited for three in the morning.
"Good morning! What can I get you today?"
Fushimi clicked his tongue in annoyance at the girl before turning away. Unfortunately, the café worker took no hints.
"Are we a fan of something chocolatey or something with caffeine?" She asked cheerfully.
Fushimi let the door fall closed behind him, shoving his hands into his pockets again, because hell if he was dealing with that shrill voice at three in the goddamn morning.
He took a couple more steps before recognition took him by slight surprise. He'd know that sound anywhere, hell, he'd spent years around it. He probably wasn't even aware of the grin that took over his feature as he made his way towards the park.
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It was way too quiet. Again. Then again, it'd been quiet since the damn monkey had left. He hadn't really shared a room with anyone after the traitor had left him.
Yata clenched his jaw as he stared at the ceiling. His sheets lay twisted about and thrown haphazardly to the side. He shut his eyes slowly, almost as if it'd be enough to fall asleep. He prayed it was. He couldn't remember the last time he'd gotten five hours of sleep in succession.
HOMRA's vanguard tossed and turned for a while longer before groaning and sitting up. He stood from his bed before grabbing a pair of cargo pants and heading towards the door. He caught his reflection in the mirror before sighing and grabbing a beanie from the hook to hide the weird angles that his hair was sticking up at. A shiver ran up his back at the thought of going outside. He grabbed his jacket, zipping it up to cover the tank top underneath it before grabbing his skateboard and shutting the door behind him.
Even with his breath making itself known in the cold air, Yata didn't feel the cold. He had Anna to thank for that he supposed. First Mikoto, now Anna. Everyone seemed to move on rather quickly. Too quickly. He wished for their recuperative skills.
Looking up at the sky, he silently wondered if it would snow tonight. He pushed against the ground, with more force each time. Three in the morning meant no partner. No hate towards Kamamoto, it just meant he could go as fast as he wanted too. Fast enough that everything became a blur except the path right before him. It meant that the colors meshed together as he zoomed by them. It meant that the cold air kept his lungs open and he almost felt like he could breathe properly.
He kept going, no destination in mind. He slid down the railing into the park before his board caught him on solid ground again and he was moving down the paved road. And then his board was gone and he was rolling to the side. He was up almost the same second he hit the ground. His eyes danced around, in search of his assailant.
"Are we getting rusty Misaki?"
The way the name was drawled out caused him to clench his jaw. He hated his first name, and damnit the traitor knew it!
"Saruhiko!" HOMRA's vanguard growled.
Scepter 4's third in command stepped within the light of the park's street lamp with a smirk on his lips. In one hand he held several throwing blades while in the other sat Yata's skateboard. In the next moment, the blades were no longer in his hands and Yata was on the move, avoiding their sharp edges. Within close proximity, Yata's metal rod glowed with the pride of his red clan as Fushimi's saber glowed blue. A couple succession jabs had him back on his board and Fushimi playing defense with his throwing blades.
His skateboard made movement that much easier. It made avoiding those sharp edges all the easier.
"You're getting sloppy Misaki!" Fushimi called out just before one of his blades sliced through the sleeve of Yata's jacket, just barely skimming the skin clad within it.
Yata clenched his jaw before sending a heated kick in Fushimi's general direction, earning a chuckle before they were face to face once more, Fushimi's saber grinding angrily against Yata's weapon of choice.
With a triumphant growl HOMRA's vanguard swung his metal rod upward and sent Fushimi stumbling backwards.
"Play with fire and you'll get burned." He growled before kicking his board up and leaning his weapon against his shoulder as Fushimi gathered his grounds. He eyed Scepter 4's clansman before turning away with disgust. "I don't have time for traitorous scum." He spat before letting his board fall and taking off, the red clan's fire remnant for a couple seconds after his departure.
0_0_0_0
Things had gotten so boring lately it was almost unforgivable to keep living. That was what he had thought until he stumbled across a beautiful blue and red lightshow. The city was full of many night shows, but none that started at 3:23 in the morning and kept the audience that captivated.
Yukari knew the actors in the show quite well. His clan had riled both of theirs' up. Munakata Reisi's blue clan and Mikoto… no… Anna Kushina's red clan. They had beautiful vanguards that loved to show off. He couldn't contain his excitement as he watched the red clansman clash with the blue. The green clansman waited for the full out gang war that usually followed after one clash, but only one lightshow flashed across the skies, and even that one didn't last that long. Yukari watched as HOMRA's vanguard took off down the road, his clan's power pushing him forward and leaving the Scepter 4 officer in the dust. And suddenly he wasn't bored any more. Suddenly things weren't so bleak.
"I've found my entertainment." The green clansman murmured to himself with a slight smirk.