Rating: T (for now).

Pairing: Onesided!Sarumi, later Reisaru, slight mention of IzuSeri (to be updated).

Disclaimer: I own this fanfic, not K nor the characters used in this fic.

For all the Reisaru shippers out there.

Enjoy.

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I was both grateful to and cursed at the fact that one day, you suddenly dropped in on my life. You were the President of Ashinaka's students council. A bastard who just loved to stick his nose into people's business with a holier-than-thou attitude which was really annoying. I loathed you from the very moment that you grabbed my hand and helped me up when I tripped and fell over the staircases. Your hand was warm. Too warm but it wasn't a bad thing.

"I don't need your help."

I wrenched my hand out of your grasp and I ran. The heat lingered on my wrist was still there, scorching hot on my cool skin.

Misaki was the one I love, or at least, that was what I thought. He was the closest friend I'd ever have and gradually over times, he's become the object of my obsession. He was like me, an orphan but at least he had his grandma until she died two years ago. His aunt and uncle took him in but that was before they came to a disagreement. He left to return to his parents' house since it hadn't been sold and technically, the house was his from the very beginning. Struggling to earn a living at such young ages, he was more mature than kids his age, or that was how he wanted people to think.

He had been my friend since forever and together, we had been through lots of ups and downs. He cared for me like a brother cares for his sibling since my parents had been dead for a while now. Car crash, how tragic. I felt for his caring nature and even when he shouts and scolds and yells at me a lot, I knew it was only because he actually gave a damn about my existence.

Ironically, what I had for him was a one-sided feeling that would never be returned and it hurt. It fucking hurt seeing him swore loyalty and looked at someone else with admiration and affection in his eyes.

Mikoto Suoh. The Red King and also the leader of HOMRA, Ashinaka High's infamous gang. He saved Misaki and I on our first day of high school when we were cornered by some petty thugs from Aoyama High. Tatara Totsuka, a senior asked if we would like to join them, join HOMRA and Misaki, being the curious one, said yes. I went along with him and it didn't take long for Misaki to fit in and I to develope a sense of distastes for the gang. Not because of its member, Totsuka was fine and he was a decent guy with an overly happy-go-luck attitude, Kusanagi was fine too because he gave me free drinks; I left because I didn't feel at ease there and mostly because of Misaki.

If he used to talk to me about a lot of things, stupid, silly things and made me laugh over his jokes, then it was always Mikoto he talked about nowadays. Mikoto this, Mikoto that, it was as if Mikoto was his world and he couldn't stop talking about him no matter how I tried to change the subject. Sometimes, he turned down my offer to go to the amusement center and chose to hang out with the people in HOMRA instead. The times that we spent together were fewer and when we did, it was always either at HOMRA or in class and I missed those days when there was just the two of us, skipping school and playing games on the roof top.

I hated it, I hated the fact that there was something between us and I couldn't do anything about that. Because it was selfish and telling him to stop hanging out with them or stop talking about them were just wrong. Slowly, I grew to hate Mikoto, his HOMRA, your HOMRA, and the cursed shade of red that made us drifted apart. Not long after joining, I quit, much to Misaki's disappointment.

"Why?"

He asked me one day, tone mixed with confusion and I shrugged. Don't look at me as if I am the one at faults here.

"It won't work out for me. Sorry."

Misaki let out a sigh and I had to turn away, before he could give me that sad look that could make me consider changing my decision and I couldn't. I couldn't go back there, not with Mikoto there and Misaki would never look at me like he would look at him. And it hurt.

"It's...your choice... I guess... I-We can't help it."

Misaki said weakly but I wondered what he was thinking about. Mumbling some excuses about having homework and some shit which I knew he never does, he left. Biting my tongue to prevent my voice from forming a "Wait", I sat on the bench in the park with an unfinished Coke bottle, unmoved as I watched his figure disappeared, out of my sight.

The day after I told him I left HOMRA, a second-year approached me with a question but sounded more like an offer.

"What do you think about joining the student council, Fushimi-kun?"

And I thought why not. Everything didn't matter as much now because Misaki wasn't there and he was busy talking to Totsuka outside the classroom. Clicking my tongue, I shrugged nonchalantly and nodded.

"Okay."

She led me to the student council's room on the fifth floor, a big room away from the classes and on the same floor with the principle's office. The oak door opened and I saw you again. You stood there with that authoritative aura and a genuine smile plastered on your face. I shifted my gaze down to the floor to avoid meeting those hopeful violet eyes.

"Thank you Awashima-kun and thank you for coming here today Fushimi-kun. I assume that you will take the offer then."

Then you walked to me and offered me your hand. Taking it out of courtesy, I had to stop myself from jerking away from your grasp. Too warm. Your hand was warm, almost feverish like the first day I met you. Maybe it was because my skin was always this chilly. Or maybe it was just you.

"Welcome to the student council, Fushimi-kun."

You said as your smile never left your face. Maybe, I thought, maybe this wouldn't be a bad decision at all.

"So you joined the student council."

Misaki stated, not asked, but pointing out the obvious. We were having lunch on the school's roof top and news traveled fast it seemed. He looked upset when receiving the confirmation in the form of a light nod from me. Yeah, I joined the student council which you and HOMRA disliked Misaki, I mused to myself as I watched his expression transformed into one that resembled disgust.

"I heard people said you quit for them."

Now that was something interesting.

"What if it's true? I really did quit HOMRA then joined the student council right after that."

He squeezed the can and threw it away before standing up.

"You didn't!"

"Oh but I did Mi~sa~ki~."

I said his name in a sing-song voice and he glared at me, which was a good thing because now that I've had his attention. Feeling a bit smug about the situation, I decided to push it a bit more.

"I've quit HOMRA because it was boring there, Mikoto-san is a lazy asshole, whom you worship for some mysterious reasons, Totsuka-san is an cheerful idiot and I hate the way he ruffled my hair like I'm some kids, Kusanagi-san is obsessed with his bar and I think it's stupid. Why, hmm, Misaki? Why do you like it there so much? Wasting your time on a random idiotic gang~? Or maybe you really are an idiot~ Mi~sa~ki~?"

"Shut the fuck up, Saru!"

He snapped and judging from his expression, I could say that he was seriously pissed off. Hands curled into fists, Misaki pointed at me as if accusing me of committing some heinous crimes.

"That stupid gang you are talking about saved us. Mikoto-san fucking saved us when we were about to get our asses kicked. Aren't you grateful to him for that? Totsuka-san is the friendliest person I've ever known and he taught me how to play guitar, or at least he tried. Kusanagi-san is kind and he doesn't judge me, us, because we have no parents!"- he pointed his thumb at himself- "So don't you fucking dare talk about them like that in front of me!"

I clicked my tongue and for a moment, I was actually about to say the reason why I hated it there; because they took him from me and what I said was only half true because no matters what, I still held some sort of respects for them. How could I not? But couldn't he see the fact that we were drifting apart?

I stayed silent after his outburst. Panting lightly, he turned his heels and stalked off, but not after throwing me one last glare.

"Traitor."

Something inside myself cracked as he left. So was this how it was gonna be then. I smiled to myself and let out a sigh.

"As long as you still look at me then this doesn't have to be love, right Misaki?"

Who knows, hatred was the second strongest emotion after all. If I made him hate me, despite me, then he would still have his eyes on me, and that was good enough.

The work at the student council wasn't stressful as I thought it would be. It was easy enough but the only problem was that there was tons of it and the idea of handling all of them was really daunting plus time-consuming. But it was a good thing, a perfect distraction for me to stop thinking about him. A distraction for me from drowning in my own solitary now that Misaki had left.

"Do you like tea, Fushimi-kun?"

Looking up from the paperwork, I scowled seeing that you were leisurely sipping tea and having that annoyingly content look on your face while I was busying my ass off. Checking all the applications sent to the student council, balancing the budget between clubs and doing some random boring paperwork. Wait, whose work were they? Oh right, yours. Bastard.

Sighing to myself, I wondered how could you made me do them for you in the first place. Power harassment. Possibly. Or maybe it had something to do with the way you gave out your words with absolute and precise and in truth, I had to admit there was something special about you. No one could order me around and made me do things I hated but apparently, you could. That alone made you special because that was how I saw it.

"No."

I replied and twirled the ballpoint pen in my hand. Carefully, I observed you from my place at the meeting table.

Everyone had classes that afternoon and when you asked if anyone could help you with your work, I was their first choice since I didn't need to attend classes to pass the test effortlessly. Why did they know? Well, basically, they had access to all students' records, that was why.

Being a young prodigy had its advantages and disadvantages. Well, it was an advantage when it saved me a lot of times and I didn't have going to school 210 days a year like other people to get top scores. Although, a huge disadvantage at situations like this. And so there I was, sitting in the council's room, doing what you asked while you were enjoying yourself with your hot cup of tea.

For a 18 years old boy, you really had weird hobbies. You turned a part of the student council's meeting room into a Japanese traditional tea room for your own wish and happily drank your tea there. It wasn't a bad thing, but strange nonetheless, especially when teenagers nowaday enjoy keeping themselves occupied with video games, cellphones and computers rather than studying the traditional values.

"Hmm, what about coffee then?"

"I don't like it."

"You seem to dislike a lot of things, don't you?"

"It is only because I hate a lot of things."

"Hmm, is there anything that you like, Fushimi-kun?"

"Things like that, I don't have any."

"Hmm."

You said nothing and carried on poking at your puzzle pieces. Since I had my own business to take care of, the subject was dropped and we fell into silence. And that was how the afternoon dragged until the school bell rung, freeing me from the mountain of papers.

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Part 2 will be updated soon.