This is just some random writing I did for SaruMi after being inspired by some tragic fanfictions. My friend told me before if I didn't get to read something I want, write it out myself so I came up with these. I'm trying to make these short. Probably end in the next chapter.
There are some spoilers from the movie The Missing King and the novel Lost Small World. The characters are probably OOC. Should I rate this as M?
K is not mine or I would have made Misaki a girl.
Of course, appreciate some reviews. Thanks for reading.
Chapter 1: Idiot
It was all white like a hospital. A boy was running, panting and sweating in an all white corridor. Turning his head frantically from his pursuer trying to find an exit, find an exit out of this place.
He finally sank on his knees feeling all worn out staring up at a group of medical personnel, no, scientist who sought him as their guinea pig.
"NO!" His mind was in a daze but he knew he did not want to be taken back to his cage. He could not stand the pain from the syringe, the effect of the drugs he was ejected with and the electrical shock after wiping out all his power, he knew he would die if this continued. The boy found his face against the cold floor after feeling a sharp jabbing pain on his neck.
Before he lost his consciousness in the dark, he called out a name, it was not the people he loved from the clan he was in, not the dead former King he respected so much, not his fat friend who was currently slim, not the mother hen of the clan but the name of a young man with a black frame spectacle with messy black hair and blue eyes. He was the only one he trusted his back with.
"Help me, Saruhiko…"
*Flashback*
There was a strain incident and Fushimi was tasked to resolve it. That day, he was on the way back to the Headquarter when he received the order. Thinking that it was a pain to return to the office to get some reinforcement as per his Lieutenant's advice, he decided to go at it alone. She was on leave that day, now drinking at her favourite bar.
The strain's power was out of control. It was a half-snake. He could not control his power that only his head remained human. Nevertheless the venom he spit out was something he needed to be aware of.
Fushimi clicked his tongue wondering if he even needed reinforcement to handle one single strain. The snake was fast attempting to escape in fear. He was also afraid of his newly awakened power. He pulled out his daggers channeled with blue aura and attacked swiftly. He wanted to end this fast so that he would not have to work overtime.
He thought he had him when he pinned its body with of his daggers. Another snake strain appeared. The snake attempted to spit his venom at Fushimi from his back catching Fushimi by surprise. He was usually careless when came to defending his back. By the time, he realized the malice; there was no way to dodge. A figure jumped past him before he realized and smashed the snake to the wall knocking him out.
Hence, they got the two snake strains.
"Heh… Saru, losing your sharpness? You must be getting fat leeching off taxpayers' money." He said after landing skillfully with his skateboard holding on to his new weapon, a long extended wooden rod.
"Say who is leeching taxpayers' money when you're not even paying tax with your pathetic income, Mi-sa-kii!" Fushimi would never admit that he felt relieved that his back was covered like before.
"Stop calling me by that name, stupid monkey." The vanguard of HOMRA, Yata Misaki started his usual argument with his former friend, Fushimi Saruhiko.
It had been two weeks since Anna became the new Red King. Yata had let go his pride and sought Fushimi for help when he had no one to rely on when Anna was captured by JUNGLE and Fushimi decided to help him while doing his job. If Yata would bother to thank him despite feeling awkward, Fushimi decided to accept his gratitude.
Yata's rod reverted to a slightly damaged wooden rod. They stared at each other for a moment before they smiled.
After Fushimi gave out order to the retrieval team, he decided to head back to the dorm. His working hours had ended.
"You have not left?" Fushimi felt a little annoyed yet a little glad to see his former friend still hanging around. He was emitting a sense of confidence as compared to two weeks ago when he was all depressed. Fushimi had heard how Yata spent all his waking hours hiding in the empty Bar HOMRA watching videos after videos reminiscing on the past.
"Say who isn't moving on? You're no better, Mi-sa-kii…" He whispered to himself. He managed to pull himself together since Anna's awakening. That barely gave him hope. He could not imagine if anything happened to Anna, what would he do?
"What did you say?" Yata thought he heard something.
"Just some insults for you, Mi-sa-kii." Fushimi denied. Yata was a little pissed but he decided to let it go.
"Let's call it a truce today. I just want to go home with Saru today like we used to." Yata blushed scratching his cheek.
"Suit yourself." Fushimi just would not admit he did not mind.
They were silent while making their way back to their respective destination.
"Going to back to the Bar?" Fushimi finally broke the silence when they were halted by the train barrier before them.
"HOMRA is my home. Of course, Saru is always welcome. Anna will be glad to…" Yata was not smart but he knew using Anna's name to get his way worked earlier
"NO!" Fushimi knew his trick obviously. Yata's eyes widened looking away in disappointment.
"Is there no way we can be friends again? I will love more than anything to make up with you again." Yata finally asked. However, his words were muffled by the passing train. Fushimi did not hear him.
"Don't waste your time. There is no way I'll be going back to the filthy bar; especially someone idiotic like you is around." Fushimi walked away as soon as the barrier was lifted leaving the upset Yata standing on the spot before the train track.
Never did he know, that was the last time Fushimi would ever see Yata again.
"Damn!" Yata slammed his skateboard against the wall in a dark alley. The skateboard rebounded and left rolling on the ground until someone stopped it.
"Why?" Yata asked. He gasped when he sensed someone coming from his back. Usually, he would rely on him to cover his back so he almost forgot to react. Or could he be expecting him to come and apologise to him? Of course not, that damn monkey was much more prideful than he was.
Yata tightened his grip of his rod as he lifted his head at the newcomer. He recognized her.
"Because you're an idiot, Misaki-kun. He doesn't even look at me in my eyes, let alone you." A girl's voice was heard. Even after years of separation since their middle school graduation, she had not changed much. She still kept her hair at shoulder length with a ponytail at the right side of her hair.
"O-oogai. –L-Long time no-o see." Yata stood up and greeted the girl, Oogai Aya awkwardly. He felt embarrassed to show this side of his to her.
"As expected this side of yours had not changed." She burst out laughing when Yata blushed madly.
"What bring you here? I thought school work from university keep you busy. It isn't the holidays either. Will your mother worry?" It was still months before the winter holidays.
"University schedule is unlike our middle school days, rigid and unchanging. Aya's mother can't control Aya when Aya is staying in the dorm." Oogai said. Oogai Aya used to be in the same middle school with Yata and Fushimi and she was Fushimi's second cousin. They used to be quite close with one another until the third year when they started to drift apart when Aya was not in the same class as Yata, when Yata and Fushimi stopped taking exam for high school entrance.
"I see. Oogai is so smart, I'm sure you must be getting good grades all over. I'm pretty sure Saru will fare just as well if he tries." Yata looked away slightly in order to talk properly to her. Aya stared at him for a moment.
"Save your flattery. It's all your fault that Saruhiko isn't in university to compete with Aya." She finally spoken up.
"What?" Yata was a little taken aback. Come to think of it, she had a point. Fushimi decided not to take the high school entrance exam after he decided to quit. If Fushimi continued on, he would have a brighter future ahead. He got him to join HOMRA with him. He must be bored to hang around with them when he was so smart. That must be why he betrayed them and left. Because he was an idiot.
"I'm sorry, Saruhiko. I destroyed your future." Yata whispered to himself looking away. The sky started to darken and drizzle.
"What can I do to make up to him, Oogai?" Yata did not mind to rely on her. He had continued to practice the principle of letting go of his pride if there was hope.
"There is no cure, Misaki-kun." Yata stared at her desperately. Aya gave him a stern stare. "But there is something you can help actually. By the way, congratulations for becoming No. 3 of HOMRA. You should thank me for forcing Saruhiko to leave HOMRA. If not, you'll never be where you're with your level of intelligence."
"What?" Before Yata realized, he felt a prick on his neck and he sank of his knees and dropped his weapon. His body felt numb when he found his face on the wet cold ground. Yata struggled to look up at the girl in horror. He struggled to move his body but in vain.
She had injected him with local anaesthesia which only paralysed his muscle but kept him awake.
"All he had in his eyes was never Aya but you so if Aya remove you from the equation, Aya will score enough point to become the no. 3 of JUNGLE so Aya have to sacrifice you." Aya almost raised her voice when she ranted her frustration.
Aya was a member of JUNGLE. He had never heard about it.
"Misaki-kun, Aya really like you. But Aya know Aya's love will not be requited. If Aya can't have you at the same time, have Saruhiko to look at Aya, Aya'll break you. After that he will come after Aya and Aya'll have all his attention. " Yata continued to stare as the girl who seemed to have lost her mind in had gave out some orders to a group of disoriented guys. It was unlike Aya to hang around with those guys, guys like him.
"You're such a virgin, Misaki-kun." She trailed her fingers down his cheek. "Unfortunately, today will be the last day you'll be one."
"Guys, check out if he is still a virgin but keep him from biting his tongue. Our King need him alive." She started laughing hysterically. Yata felt cold and horrified. He could only stare at the girl when the guys started to attack him.
"HELP!" Yata wanted to scream but he could not move his mouth let alone to scream for help when they started stripping him. The last thought in his mind after he was done in by the sixth guy was still him.
"Saruhiko…"
*End Flashback*
The said young man with messy black hair and blue eyes had just finished up his piles of paperwork two days later. He threw the pen on his desk and leaned against his chair in thought of the recent case he was tasked with.
A bunch of former Clansmen from the Gold Clan was found dead discarded at the most deserted alley beside a rubbish dump. The cause of death was due to breakdown after their power was utilized to their highest extent. Or perhaps, they were being overwhelmed by their own aura and were devoured by it.
This case somehow reminded him of his first encounter with Anna. It was said that she had been resisting the call by the Dresden Slate until that day she decided to accept the power in order to protect her friends. As a twelve years old girl, she had been through a lot and lost a lot, far more than anyone could think of.
"She is strong." He could not help but to comment. He did not realized he had placed his legs on his desk on top of the pile of the paperwork until he noticed the dagger stare by his lieutenant.
"T-sk. Lieutenant." He greeted lazily finally sitting properly on his chair like the third-in-command should.
"Any progress in finding the facility, Fushimi?" The right-hand woman of his Boss, Awashima Seri came for the update. She was in charge in looking up of the possible people who was involved in the kidnap. She did not know why the Captain made her report to him directly. She was aware he thought highly of him. Before long, he might become her superior and she was not happy about that.
"They had covered all their trail. There is no clue at all." Fushimi said in annoyance. He hated to be question daily about it. He would update when he had something. He stood out and walked to the window. He stared out of the window at the sight of the setting sunlight.
Somehow, he had a really bad feeling about this case.
