Yay, people are interested in this XD I was sorta afraid that no one would take interest, but alas there's a few people who liked it! *THROWS ACCOMPLISHMENT COOKIES EVERYWHERE* :3 I just got done revising it and such, so hopefully there's no mistakes *glances around* .-.

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Enjoy Chapter 2! ~


Fushimi felt his consciousness warp back into reality slowly. He felt his head heavy as he propped himself up. A familiar voice, that he soon realized that the voice belonged to none other than Misaki. His voice entered his ears at a low volume, then slowly progressed into shouting. He clicked his tongue weakily as he began to open his eyes slowly. Upon doing so, he found himself facing a long tunnel.

The last thing he recalled doing was going back to get Misaki before collapsing into the nothingness. He contemplated this for a while, trying to understand where he now was. A long dark route that led to who knows where only stared back at him, giving him nothing but the darkness it had to offer at the far end of what he could humanly see. The mouth in which they were in was painted with dark dirt all around, its coldness radiating off to kiss his skin. The scent of soil after a long rainy day was in the atmosphere, causing it to smell somewhat undecent.

A tunnel under Shizume City seemed rare and very unrealistic, but because they were in the outskirts of the city, perhaps there was a nearby mine plant around this location.

But why here? Fushimi couldn't find a logical explanation for this. But atleast he could name a few people who might've brought them down here.

"OI, ONCE I FIND YOU FUCKERS, I'M GONNA-" Yata's rants echoed down across both directions, reaching the darkness before getting interrupted by an irritated Fushimi just a few feet behind him.

"Quit being so loud, Misaki." He clicks his tongue in annoyance as he got up to his feet with ease. He thought that he could cause the tunnel to cave in because of how obnoxious and loud he was being. Putting his hands in his fancy Scepter 4 jacket pockets, he eyes traced the interior wall that made up the tunnel. The dirt that made it up didn't seem right. Or natural.

The vanguard only watches Fushimi, trying to to figure out just what he was doing. Surely dirt couldn't fascinate him this much to the point where it got his attention now? It was always a pain, just trying to figure out Fushimi all together. "Oi, why are you just standing there looking off into space like an idiot?"

Fushimi simply brushes off the question and proceeds to clean his glasses after spotting a bit of dirt on them. "It seems we're in a bit of a dilemma now." He commented as he rubbed the lens of his glasses with a special cloth he had.

"A hell of a problem." Yata added. "My PDA isn't picking up a damn thing in here," He mentioned as he looked at it once more just in case. From the moment he woke up from the spell, his PDA had not picked up any signal from the world. He couldn't communicate with Kusanagi or the other Homra members at all, forcing him to be completely alone with Fushimi. Great. Yata expected this to be a real pain in the behind now. Whenever Fushimi was involved, things seemed ten times more annoying. It was like trying to hurdle a giantic hole. Impossible. Fushimi was impossbile.

Isn't that so? Fushimi let out a soft, short laugh. He would've hurried to check his PDA at that moment, but he decided not to. He would only get the same results as Misaki, making it a waste of time. No communication with the outer world would just leave the two completely alone for the first time in a long time.

"What up with that creepy smile on your face?" In this light, Fushimi's so called "creepy smiles" looked ten times creepier than usual. Maybe the tunnel added more affect to it, almost a fitting background as he looked at Fushimi.

Fushimi slowly wiped it off and got back to thinking into more serious matters. Now that they're down here, they might as well begin walking. Staying in one place won't do anything. "If our PDA's don't work, then we're limited with time. We should start moving and see where that takes us." He suggested in usual, boring, monotone voice. Fushimi had no idea how long, or how dangerous this tunnel might possibly be. Unable to call for any help from neither Scepter 4 or Homra, they had to manage for themselves for the time being.

Limited with time? Realizing what he said made him open his eyes. For all he knew, Fushimi was right. They didn't know where an exit was, so their time was on the clock until so. He saw Fushimi walk ahead into what seemed like a long path with no end. He felt uneasy, not liking the idea of being stuck in a tunnel that ran for who knows how long. Even more with being stuck with the traitor of Homra. But, not seeing any other way around this, he followed Fushimi into the unknown.

A devilish smile began to grow on her face, as she snorted quietly. "So an agent from Scepter 4 and a member of Homra, huh? This should be interesting..."

Her name was Kiriga, a well-known strain in Japan who is highly skilled in broadcasting illusions. Unlike most strains, she is able to manupulate and change the setting in a blink of an eye, causing the victims to wander in endless confusion then driving them into utter insanity. Usually, her victims are random citizens in which she runs into or finds interest in, but today was different. A few hours ago she recieved a request by the familiar and famous strain brothers. They requested specifically to kill them off in which ever way was quickest. At first, she was a little relunctive, not really sure if she should actually trust those strains. The idea of killing people was a bit too extreme for her, but in the end she accepted the offer as it came with a high price.

She watched them through her TV, projecting what she recieved in her mind to the screen. When she first saw them, she was a bit surprised. They looked like kids who could still be in high school. But the fact that they belonged to clans made them different than just normal kids. She knew they would definitely be a tricky pair to deal with. And so far, she hasn't thought up of what to even do to them yet. She didn't want to jump right into killing them just yet. In fact, looking at the situation more closely, she couldn't kill them. Her victims were clan-members. If she killed either of them, she knew their kings would have her head.

Mikoto Suoh was dead though. She remembered this soon after. The short one wouldn't be a problem to kill after all. It was the tall one with the glasses that she couldn't kill. What a mess! Now I have to be careful with one and such. What a pain! She thought angrily, asking herself why she even accepted a request from such high-profile criminals. She weaved her slim fingers through the roots of her white, loose-waved hair in a stressful manner.

So far she felt like she was watching a boring movie, adding more stress to her being. Nothing was happening. From a bird's point of view,the two boys continued their way down the tunnel in a never-ending silence. The tall one seemed bored, just as she was, while the short one who was a bit behind him, kept glancing at him in a weird way. This made her eyes watch the short one more closely.

Is this guy pissed off or did I miss something? From his previous ranting, she thought that's what he was feeling. She zoomed in a bit to get a better view of the Homra one specifically. He looked like he couldn't find a place to look at but at the tall one's head, making his face scream out the word: Awkward. She couldn't help but to take interest in this behavior. Most victims, if there were more than just one involved, would talk about how to get out of there or whine how scared they are or something revelent to the current situation. But now looking at the whole scene, these two are different than her past victims.

Do they know each other? She would have to research these two a bit more, because she only knew their faces and their occupations, not names or anything else. After all, she didn't expect these two to actually know each other.Even she knew how rare it was for a blue and a red to be friends.

Kiri grew impatient as the minutes passed by without words being exchanged. "I want to see some action now!" She decided to have the two meet a friend of hers to make things more interesting.

A few minutes seemed like hours for the two, as they walked their way down a never-ending tunnel. Fushimi sighed a few times, as he walked in front of Yata. He made no effort to speak with the vanguard. Instead, he would find himself thinking about Misaki. He wondered what the little vanguard was thinking about at this point. Did Misaki regret his reckless actions on coming to the warehouse? Or was he thinking about his precious Homra back home? The thought of Misaki thinking about someone like himself ran through his mind, causing him to smile slightly. A rather enjoyable thought turned into a very pleasurable and flattering one. For what ever thoughts or feelings Misaki had about him, he was satisfied with just the mere thought of him in Misaki's head.

The skateboarder could never in a million years have saught to have seen this problem coming. This situation that they were forced to walk through seemed all too random and weird. Going from a warehouse to a tunnel defined randomness. He expected to have been locked up somewhere or go up against the strains he was after. But being thrown into an underground tunnel with nothing but Fushimi only irked him. Not so much about just being alone with Fushimi, but the fact that he didn't get the chance to confront them.

Pussys. He seethed in quiet anger as his hands grew into fists. As soon as he would get out of the tunnel, he would for sure hunt them down for revenge.

Yata looked up from the ground to watch the far road ahead of them. He let out a huff, as his feet grew tiredsome. If only I had my skateboard, this would sure make things faster. His eyes slowly made contact with the back of Fushimi's Scepter 4 jacket, which was now a bit filthfy with dirt stains. Taking in notice, it really struck him how much Fushimi's changed. His messy hair that he used to keep nicely combed during their old days. And the unbuttoned collar that annoyed Yata at the very most. He wasn't like that. That blue jacket didn't suit him in the littlest either. The color blue in general didn't suit him. He couldn't remember the last time he saw the Scepter 4 agent wearing anything different than this. Blue. Blue. Blue. Blue. It was just a sad reminder that he wasn't part of Homra, but an enemy to them. And to this day, he still couldn't understand why.

It was a dark day he didn't like remembering. Leaving without a warning, dissapearing from his life suddenly. His heart ached from replaying the dreadful scene in his head, remembering how he burned his pride off his chest. The wicked smile that read 'satisfaction' while he burned the surface of his skin made his stomach churn back then and now. He wondered what his face must've looked like in Fushimi's point of view. Did it say what he felt at that moment? Otherwise, words wouldn't be able to explain it. His mood completely changed from that point on, as he tangled himself with his thoughts alone.

Suddenly, the ground a few feet ahead of them began to rumble and shake violently. The two were forcefully thrown off onto the hard ground beneath them. Yata was bewildered by the sudden events, while Fushimi looked up in confusion. He knew this wasn't an ordinary earthquake, from past expieriences. It seemed like the ground ahead of him was caving outwards, as if something was busting its way through the hard rock layer.

And he was deadly accurate.

The large head of what looked like belonged to a centipede forced its way out of the ground. Its head clashed with the ceiling of the tunnel, causing the rock there to break and cause a mini shower of tiny rocks. Its skin was a light shade of a rusty brown that almost matched the color of the tunnel. On the top of its head contained two long, sharp pincers, while it's neck revealed a few of its million legs that was still left to show. Its black, beady eyes stared at Fushimi, who was the closest to it.

Fushimi was not scared, but struck in awe. He remained on the floor, unable to move by this. Even if this was an illusion by the strains, the reality of the beast was on a whole different level. From the countless books he's read, never had he looked at something as intriguing as this.

A quick, sudden pull of his jacket from behind sent him flying a few feet back, just as one of its pincers drilled through the spot he once knelt at. Realizing Misaki had been his savior, he was immediately confronted.

"You idiot! That thing almost killed you!" Yata spat in rage as he grabbed the loose collar of his suit to grab his attention. Fushimi barely notices the vanguard's outburst before noticing the other pincer coming straight at them at full velocity.

Instead of dodging it, Fushimi quickly pulled out his Scepter 4 sword to stop the pincer from piercing through them like shish kabobs. "Fushimi, battou!" He declared as the sword bursted with blue aura before clashing with the strong pincer.

Yata stumbled back beside Fushimi, taking in the closeness of the beast infront of them. Yata saw its beady eyes staring at both of the them with devilish intentions, making Yata draw his attention to the collision between Fushimi's sword and the centipede's pincer. Surprisingly, it was a close match, niether of the two were being overpowered by the other. But he could tell Fushimi was slowly growing physically tired from this, causing him to act quickly.

Yata decided to take advantage of the monster's full attention off Fushimi by striking the side of its face with his flames. The heat of the flames scorched through the skin with ease, making this look easier to Yata now that he knew its weakness. Because of this, the centipede drew away its attention from Fushimi and quickly proceded to attack Yata with a swift movement of its sharp pincer. He was able to dodge it, then he pounced off from the ground and threw another fist near one of its eyes with more force and more heat. This caused the beast to roar with pain, as his fist dug deep into its face.

He was surged with encouragement by this, as he began to notice the monster decarbonize into dark dust around the wounded area. He concluded that this monster had a strain puppeting its living corpse, just as he's seen the Neko girl do once. Just the mere thought of those strain brothers amusing themselves over something like this, like overestimating them by sending a weak monster to scare them off made Yata seeth with fury.

Fushimi was exhausted, panting through his weak chest as he tried to follow what was going on. He saw Misaki spin faster and faster until the his side of the tunnel was completely digested with light-red flames that made up the dangerous inferno of a tornado. He watched helplessly as he watched his reckless move collide with the beast entirely, indulging it with hot flames that blew against Fushimi's being.

This was Misaki. A bright, everlasting flame. His determination, spirit, pride, everything that made up Misaki was something Fushimi always admired. Even before Homra, he always saw this fire inside him. He would've never of thought one day it would become both literal and a metaphorical. He looked down as an attempt to hide his grin.

You never cease to surprise me, Misaki.

As the fire began to die out, the beast had turned completely black like a burnt meal. Quickly afterwards it dissolved into the black dust that began to snow down on the tunnel floor everywhere. Yata slowly descended downwards until his dirty sneakers touched the ground. Once he found his balance on the ground, he quickly fell down to his knees.

He felt weak, but it was the lack of sleep that was beginning to affect his stamina. That move took a great deal of strength away from him. If he could just stay in this position for a little longer, then he might feel a bit replenished later. Stopping completely now wasn't an opition, as their lives were on the clock.

"Oi, Saru how are you doing over there?" He asked through each breath he puffed out as he tried to communicate with Fushimi. He thought Fushimi might've been feeling a bit tired from the stunt he pulled eariler. To his surprise, a shadow loomed over him. Opening his eyes, he found himself just a few inches away from Fushimi's boots. His eyes traveled up until he came in contact with his electrifying blue eyes. He wondered what Fushimi saw there. Did he think of him as weak? Or reckless like usual? His eyes then moved towards the arm outstretched in front of his face.

"Need a hand, Mi sa ki?" Fushimi prolonged his name, as he a teasing-like smile drew on his face. Through the tiredness, it took the vanguard a while before he noticed this.

"I got it, monkey!" Yata jeered as he got himself up to his feet slowly until he finally stood closely in front of Fushimi. Fushimi noticed a streak of blood on his right cheekbone, covering the fine cut. Fushimi proceeded to wipe it off, getting a late reaction from Misaki from this sudden act. "What the heck are you doing?!" He lashed out while he winced from Fushimi's thumb accidently coming in contact with his cut.

"I thought I'd do an act of kindness by wiping off that mess on your face." Fushimi said in a innocent voice. He watched Yata cover up the spot with one hand to avoid Fushimi from touching it again.

An act of kindness my ass you perverted monkey, Yata wanted to say. "It isn't a big deal." He told him. It wasn't his concern to be worrying about minor things like a small cut. This caused him to scout Fushimi's being for any wounds with his eyes. He had nothing except for the tired posture he had going on. Even that he couldn't hide.

Fushimi clicked his tongue. It's a big deal to me. He didn't like having his recklessness to come with a cost. He's surprised that he hadn't lost a limb or something when his time is devoted to only annoyed him everytime he thought about them. How they use Misaki's talents for their 'thuggish' everyday activities made him sick to his stomach. If only Misaki would quit Homra like he did then maybe Fushimi would be less stressed.

He'll never understand it.

The two proceeded to walk around the large hole that the centipede made before. The diameter of the hole stretched three-fourths of it, making the ground still intact possibly soft from beneath from the violent shaking. Fushimi made Yata cross it from the farthest possible way to avoid the wrong step and sink in. Sucessfully making it through, they continued their way down the tunnel, in hope of finding an exit sooner than later.


Yata why u no let Fushimi help u \;-;/ Ugh there's so much angst between these two like even in the anime, manga, official art, drama CD's... Sarumi angst everywhere! ;-;

And this is my first time writing about an OC, which is the strain, Kiriga. So hopefully I did a good job introducing her.. :p I imagine her to look like Neko, but with white hair and hazel eyes. And she's a fun character to be writing, so hopefully we'll see her develop in this story nicely. :D

Anyways, I hope you liked chapter 2 :) I have chapter 3 planned out so now it's just a matter of typing it, which I hope I'll have time for tommorow after school c: It's planned to be more centric around Sarumi, so expect some stuff and stuff and I'm not good with keeping my mouth shut so I'll stop talking now XD So expect it to be uploaded in around 2 days or so.

See you in the next chapter! ;)