AN: Hey guys! I apologize for not updating in a while. I've been busy with school and haven't had time to come up with the second chapter. It's here now though, so I hope you enjoy some more angsty Yata.
A reminder that the anime 'K' does not belong to me, nor am I affiliated with it in any way, shape, or form.
Now, let us begin, shall we?
- Jay
Yata had almost forgotten about the letter.
He preferred it that way.
Instead of his mind dwelling on Saruhiko 24 hours a day, he had been content in channeling out his feelings through his flaming red fists as it connected with his opponent; usually some kind of troublemaker who dared disrupt HOMRA's carefully thought out plans.
The small male had rediscovered his half-finished letter just a little bit under two weeks ago; rolled under his bedroom and collecting dust on it's crinkled edges.
Yata's hand faltered for a brief second as his warm brown eyes widened in recognition. He grit his teeth and hastily grabbed the crumpled up ball, pulling it out from under the bed and wrinkling his nose at the cloud of dust that arose from the paper.
Resisting the urge to gag, he unfolded the ball and spread the creases out roughly.
His eyes scanned the contents of the parchment and his eyebrows furrowed in anger. In a fit of frustration, he crumpled the paper back into a tight ball and raised his hand to throw it across the room.
But he couldn't bring himself to.
Swearing softly under his breath, he rose back onto his feet and hauled himself up onto his hard mattress and picked up a red pen that was lying around amidst the white bedsheets. He let out a soft growl and he flipped the paper over.
Yata's hand was a blur across the page as he felt his blood boil and a searing heat boring into his eyes.
Like hell Yata-fucking-Misaki would cry over that damned monkey again!
He wiped his eyes none-too-gently with the back of his hand, biting the inside of his cheek in an attempt to keep his feelings at bay.
He hated how he was such a crybaby over that fucking asshat of a monkey!
He hated it, he hated it, he hated it...
Yata froze when he heard the sharp crack of something splintering and he felt warm droplets of something streaming down his writing hand.
Sucking in a huge breath, he dared to peek at his fist that was clenching the pen so tightly, it had actually broken and plastic shards were now embedded into the ginger's hands.
Fighting back an ugly stream of curses that threatened to emerge from his mouth, he chucked the pen onto the floor, watching as red ink splashed all over his wooden floorboards and speckled the over-hanging blanket with tiny dots of red.
He didn't care that he would have to clean this up, he didn't care that everyone in HOMRA would start bitching about him, he didn't care that he was going to have to buy a new fucking pen.
All he cared about was that goddamned Saru and his fucking smirk and the way his eyes would dance with amusement when he looked down at Yata...
Letting out a muffled scream of anger, he picked up his newly written letter and went through it furiously,
'To Saru-motherfucking-hiko,
YOU ARE SUCH A BITCH. DID I EVER TELL YOU THAT?!
YOUR FUCKING FACE JUST MAKES ME WANT TO GRAB IT AND SMASH IT INTO THE NEAREST WALL. AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN.
YOU PROBABLY DESERVE IT, DON'T YOU THINK?! YOU, WHO SKIPPED AWAY FROM HOMRA AS IF IT MEANT NOTHING.
YOU WHO DECIDED THAT "OH, WON'T IT BE FUN TO DITCH MY BEST FUCKING FRIEND AND THE PEOPLE THAT TOOK US IN WHEN WERE NOTHING BUT BIG DUMBASSES?"
WELL YOU'RE WRONG!
IF YOU THINK THAT I NEED YOU ANYMORE (WHICH I DON'T, BY THE WAY)
THEN YOU'RE HIGHLYYYYYY MISTAKEN, PAL.
I'M FINE BY MYSELF.
I'M JUST FINE.
ARGHHHHH JUST WAIT UNTIL WE MEET NEXT TIME, MONKEY. I'LL DEFINITELY BASH YOUR SKULL IN BEFORE YOU CAN EVEN BLINK! THAT'S HOW MUCH I HATE YOU RIGHT NOW.
AGH, JUST STOP TALKING TO ME ALREADY!
FUCK YOU!
- Yatagarasu'
Yata's eyes lifted from the paper and he slammed it down against the floor, allowing the letter to drown in a puddle of red ink and sharp, plastic fractures.
As if his day could possibly get any worse.
