Misaki Yata was hurt, tired, and directionless, working it out the only way he knew how. Skateboard and bat covered in the blood of thugs and petty criminals, Yata was wandering the streets without a destination or cause in mind. As long as he wasn't stopping, nothing else had to matter. Until he caught sight of Saruhiko Fushimi that is.
He didn't know why he stopped. Their relationship was where he'd wanted it after all. For a few seconds he just stood there, struggling with emotions he couldn't comprehend.
The fuck's he doing just standing there anyway thought Yata, abandoning his feelings at the first opportunity presented.
"Oi monkey, don't you have a job to do?"
Eyes that Yata couldn't see widened at the familiar voice. Thoughts racing, Saru wasn't paying particular attention to his words when he responded, "Tch, like you would know anything about that"
"I know work better than you, lazy jackass"
"…"
"You've never worked a day in your life. Typing and paperwork don't count. Neither does torturing, you enjoy your 'blood and flesh' too much. God you're such a bastard. All the time you-"
"What are you doing here ," Saruhiko said not quite shouting, still not facing Misaki.
Goddammit, what was he doing here? He was still standing where he'd stopped his skateboard, fingers numbing both from the tightness of his grip on his bat and from the lowering temperature. At this point, he was just awkwardly babbling whatever came to mind. Despite this, he couldn't make himself leave.
So he kept talking.
"You're horrible. You're mean to everyone, even if they're perfectly nice to you, you don't speak normally to anyone, you can't even eat your goddamn vegetables without help. I mean Totska-"
"Leave Yata!" Saru yelled, finally turning around to show a pained expression Yata didn't notice.
Angry for a reason he couldn't understand, Yata wasn't sure if he was breathing as he said his next words.
"You don't talk to me for a fucking year and now you don't even say the right name. What have you even been doing traitor? God, why the hell did it turn out like this!?"
As soon as he said those words he knew why he was here.
"You know what ok. I-if we're really doing this, if we're really never going to talk again or see each other again and we're just going to be nothing, just tell me why" My voice is cracking. Why is my voice cracking? "I-I really don't believe you left for power. But I really have no idea. Homra was great. We finally had somewhere we belonged. It was our family. Mikoto-san saved-"
"WHY THE HELL IS IT ALWAYS ABOUT HOMRA! Can't one goddamn thing just be about you and me?"
Saruhiko had a crazy look in his eyes. But not in his usual sadistic way, in the terrified way of someone who knew there was something wrong with him.
"FINE! WHY THE FUCK DID YOU LEAVE ME?" shouted Yata with all of the frustration he'd ever felt with their messed up relationship.
"BECAUSE I WASN'T HAPPY THERE YOU FUCKING IDIOT! Because no I can't talk to people and because I hate fire and because Mikoto-san is scary and because it's just not where I'm supposed to be Misaki! Because you didn't look at me the way you used to and because I can't stand being just another comrade to you and because you didn't let me call you Misaki anymore and because WHY THE HELL IS YOUR PERFECT WORLD SOMEWHERE I DON'T BELONG!? And… and…"
Saru sank to his knees as everything that happened in the last three years replayed in his head. A detached part of him realized he was crying.
"I-I'm sorry Misaki. I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry… sorry… s-sorry," he repeated, face in his hands in between sobs.
The sound of a skateboard clanking on the ground and wheels over pavement seconds after were the only sounds accompanying Saru's breakdown, and just like that Saruhiko was left freezing and alone with only his thoughts for company.
