Misaki Yata groaned as he heard that damn voice call out. Until that moment, his day had been going pretty good. He'd been out delivering something for Kusanagi on a warm June day, and after delivering the object (to a girl, which meant stuttering of course), he'd decided to take the longer way back to the bar so he could exercise some more.

"Mi~sa~ki~ are you ignoring me?" Fushimi demanded as Yata stopped skateboarding, turning to face his ex-best friend.

Yata felt his eye twitch as he shouted, "DON'T CALL ME THAT, DAMN MONKEY!"

Fushimi chuckled. "Why not, Mi~sa~ki~? Ohh! Wait! Tell me," the taller man said. "I noticed you stuttering inside the shop. It was a girl you were talking too, wasn't it, Mi~sa~ki~?"

"Bastard," Yata hissed and crossed his arms. "Why the hell does it matter to you, monkey?"

The younger man grinned. He started to approach Yata at a slow pace, almost like a creep. Yata grit his teeth and let the man approach. His hands curled into fists. He wanted to use these fists on Fushimi so bad. To make Fushimi feel the pain he had once felt when Fushimi turned his back on HOMRA, Mikoto, and worst of all, Yata Misaki himself.

"Mi~sa~ki~, of course it matters," Fushimi said, chuckled, and stopped walking.

Yata couldn't help but notice where Fushimi currently stood. An end of Yata's skateboard was under the crotch of Fushimi. A small light bulb went off in his otherwise empty, energetic head.

"Why the hell does matter to you, damn monkey?" Yata demanded, unsure if Fushimi had already figured out his plan.

"Ohh~ because it just does, Mi~sa~ki~," Fushimi replied. Yata had almost grinned. Fushimi hadn't moved, which meant that he probably hadn't seen through Yata's plan just yet.

Deciding to waste no more time, Yata stomped hard on the skateboard end close to him. The other side flew up and hit Fushimi in the crotch. The taller man screamed out in pain, dropped to his knees, and his hands covered his crotch. The vanguard smirked happily seeing Fushimi's pain.

"Mi~sa~ki~, that was cruel," Fushimi whined.

Yata shrugged. He grabbed his skateboard and left Fushimi to his pain.

In the end, this day had been the best day he's had in a long time.


This is based on a picture I had seen. It was really funny, so I thought I'd do this. :) I hope it's good enough and that the characters are mostly in character. Meeh! Why are you so hard to write, Fushimi?

Constructive Criticism is always appreciated.

~Odd_Death