A Fortunate Mistake chp.2: Gift Bunny
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"Please…" = speech
'Please…' = thoughts (note SINGLE quotation marks and ITALICS)
Please…= flash backs and dream sequences
~bunny is in action~
"Ahh….a nice day today…" a redheaded teen yawned and stretched, fully rested and recovered from the battle the night before. Sunlight filled his messy bedroom, creating a gentle atmosphere. Hopping out of bed, the teen quickly washed up and prepared a quick breakfast of eggs and toast. Although he was hotheaded and quick to jump into things, he never neglected personal health. After a nice breakfast, he grabbed his skateboard and did his routine cruise around the city. It had become a habit to search for the Colourless King ever since Totsuka's murder. Sure, he rested less and ate less, devoting most of his time to searching. Still, it's not concern for worry, he's still alive and well. After a while of searching aimlessly and without any leads, the russet-haired teen known as Yata Misaki began to get bored. He boarded aimlessly, until an idea struck him. Since the fight ended in a draw, why not continue it? Maybe even decide it…? "Heh. What a fine day to kick some monkey ass, huh?" he added to himself before zooming full speed to the places he thinks he'll most likely find the blur haired teen in.
He glides smoothly down a slope, and fluidly hooks one arm around a street sign post, using the momentum to turn a corner. Across the street, a pair of purple eyes glimmered. 'Yata Misaki…found.' A lavender tinted rabbit stared at the spot where Misaki was a few seconds ago, before hopping off into yet another alleyway. "Hmmm….where can that damn monkey be…." The redhead grumbled as he zipped through yet another alleyway, still unable to find the guy he was looking for. Elsewhere in a fancy, air conditioned mansion, a certain individual with glasses suddenly shivered without cause. Shrugging it off as a sudden gesture towards the room's temperature, the teen continued on with his lackadaisical day.
Misaki continued to zoom through alley after narrow alley, deftly making his way through obstacles big and small. It was smooth sailing until suddenly, stones started to pelt down on him from above. At first, the redhead thought it was only the usual bit of debris falling from the crumbling buildings, but with the way it was unstopping and always seemed to hit dangerously close to him made him decrease his speed as he looked above the alleyway, trying to find who was doing this. "Oi! Whichever jackass is up there better stop pelting these shitty stones at me if you want to stay in one piece! Come down here and face me like a man!" the red vanguard demanded angrily as he came to a stop. "Teeheeheehee…why in such a hurry? Sneaking off to meet your boyfriend~?" an androgynous voice taunted from the top of a building. Misaki couldn't help but flashback to an image of Saruhiko when the voice provoked him with such a question. Blushing furiously, the redhead quickly spluttered, "W-w-who's my b-boyfriend!? In case you haven't noticed, I'm a GUY! Guys don't date other guys, get your head on straight!"
"Oh~ of course~ well, that guy couldn't be your boyfriend anyway. He's mine." A lavender-haired teen stepped out from behind a chimney. The teen looked to be about thirteen or fourteen, with shoulder length hair that spiked at the end. The face was beautiful and delicate, but held in it a hint of mischieviousness. His/her clothing was no help either, since the stranger wore very loose, unisex clothes. Smirking, the lavender-haired stranger sat down on the edge of the roof, feet dangling. "W-which guy are you even talking about!? Must not be someone I know." Misaki recovered, still blushing. It was hard to stand up to girls. At least, he thought the stranger was a girl. "You know~ a rather young and upcoming officer of Scepter 4…his name's Fushimi Saruhiko." The stranger taunted, playing with a spare knife-holder wristlet s/he had managed to get off the blue-haired boy the night before. Misaki's eyes widened at the article…'No way, that can't be! That's Saru's wristlet…he loved those things like a second life! He always said they were so handy for stealing and keeping things…there's no way he'd part with them willingly!...I-is….is this…this BITCH really his girlfriend!? Heh, figures. A bitch to match the bastard. That jackass….that does it! He's betrayed me for the last time!' Uncontrollably, his anger welled up within him, and his aura flared.
"Heeheehee….looks like you do know my lovely darling." The stranger taunted more as s/he hopped off and landed with a sprightly step into the alley. 'Ah, bingo. I got him. This plan is all going well...I love it when my schemes come together.' The stranger smirked as s/he calmly observed the red vanguard approach. "Hmph. You must be seriously whacked to take that monkey as a boyfriend, I pity you. Still, seeing as how you're you, I guess you two deserve each other. And I can't stand irritating people like you, so don't blame me if you get hurt!" Misaki cried out as he charged towards the lavender-tinted girl(?), red aura flaming. Despite the narrow alleyway, the stranger was quite adept at moving fluidly. S/he flew through alley after alley, as if s/he was used to it. It did not seem they had any kind of weapon, because as Misaki chased after, there were only badly aimed rocks being pelted his way. Soon, the chase headed to a closed off alleyway. "Heh. Looks like it's the dead end for you. Now, I'm normally a nice guy and I don't hit girls. But, I'll make an exception for you since you've taken your sweet time to piss me off. I'll make sure to return the favour." The redhead gloated as the stranger backed into the wall, although there wasn't a single trace of worry on that delicate face at all.
"I guess that's why Saruhiko hates you so much. You're not really a looker, an awkward guy, and you're vengeful like a bitch." The strain smirked as s/he saw how Misaki gritted his teeth and clenched his fists. The plan was working perfectly, he was taking the bait hook, line, and sinker. "W-w-WHAT!? I dare you to say that again, bitch! Let's see if your face can still say it after I beat it in!" all gentlemanly pretenses lost, he charged forward once again. This time, the stranger did not run, but dodged swiftly and artfully, aiming well-placed punches. "Hah, that the best you can do? Just so you know, your punches suck! Even an ant's bite hurts worse than your attacks-" the russet-haired boy was in the middle of boasting when his injuries burst open and began to bleed. "Wha-" he looked down everywhere, and was shocked to find that every place the strain had punched him was sliced open, and steady trickles of blood was beginning to flow. Normally, cuts like these are nothing, but for some reason all his injuries feel numb as if someone had drugged him. "Teeheehee. Guess you're the one who can't do anything against me." The strain approached him slowly, a single poker card with razor sharp edges gleamed between his/her fingers. Misaki's eyes widened as his knees buckled and gave way. 'Shit….that was what it was…those weren't punches at all…they were knife cuts disguised as punches and she even laced those cards with some kind of drug…damn bitch…' Misaki seethed inwardly as he continued to stare defiantly at the stranger.
"Just face it, dumbass. You never stood a chance against me, and you never will. You're weak and never think things through before moving. You're dumb and clumsy, and not really attractive. Basically you're not good enough for Saruhiko, not even as his opponent. I suggest you pack up and hide or something…but~ I guess if you're really stupid enough to try to come up against me, I welcome your challenge. Not that it's much, as you can see. I'm bored though, so I guess I'll give you a leg up. Want to come close to challenging me? Here, try being somewhat near my level first. Heeheeheeheehee…." Gleefully, s/he dropped a purple, teardrop shaped crystal vial in front of the seething boy. "Heh. What makes you think I need to be like you to beat you? That's just pathetic. I don't want to rely on drugs to win my battles. Unlike you who can only cut people with drug laced weapons, I can actually fight with skill." Misaki spat back, still defiant. "Oh? What's this? Brave words for a small little guy~ could it really be….that you're actually scared to try it, then? Heh, I can imagine. Someone so clumsy and dumb like you, of course you'd worry abou-" before the strain could finish, the russet-haired boy had gulped down the liquid.
It was bitter and salty like tears, but held an aftertaste of sweetness a bit like burnt caramel. "There. I did it, who's the one scared, huh!? And guess what, I don't feel a single thing, so I guess your drug is actually a fail. How do you feel knowing you run on fail, huh?" the redhead retorted back smugly. "Are you sure you're not just too dumb and it takes a while to settle in because even your body is too dumb to realize it's drugged?" the strain asked smugly. "Why you-I oughta'-uhh….." Misaki was in the middle of retorting again but a sudden wave of sleepiness washed over him. He found himself slowly losing consciousness. "….that's what I'm talking about. Oh, before you conk out, do remember my name. I'm Kagami. Kagami Murasaki." S/he turned around, and with a single bound, leaped clean out of the alley as the redhead's consciousness faded. Just like that, Misaki fainted in an alleyway far from home, the purple crystal vial sprawled out beside him. Luck just seemed not to be in the russet-haired boy's favour, for the skies soon became grey, and a slow but steady drizzle began. It did not take long for the rain to drench the form on the floor.
Elsewhere in Shizume city, a blue-black haired boy muttered and complained about the work he had yet again left behind as he made his way back home. There was a ton of paperwork to be done back at the Scepter 4 headquarters, but he wasn't really in the mood to process it. Actually, he never is in the mood to process it, mainly because it was, in Fushimi's opinion, "utter waste of time and space to write reports that the geezers above wouldn't read anyway". He really saw no point in logging any of their activity, really. If there was trouble, they dealt with it and made it go away, case closed. Why bother filing reports about it? It's not as if the geezers higher up didn't know what they did, or the procedures which they had to follow to do what they had to do. After all, said geezers drafted the procedures in the days of their youth, and Fushimi was pretty sure they didn't need to read detailed reports about how each Scepter 4 member followed these procedures to do their work. Really, the day couldn't get any worse, could it? As if Life wanted to laugh at his misery, the sky had decided to drizzle. The sapphire-raven walked along the streets, grumbling as he carried a blue umbrella to shield his uniform from the rain. He himself did not mind the rain, but after one incident where his boss Munakata had commented that he ought to take better care of his uniform, said blue umbrella was thrust upon him.
"Tsk." Fushimi clicked his tongue, his burnt Homura mark was itching again. Did that mean his Misaki was nearby? He looked around, noting his surroundings. That can't be, this is nowhere near Homura territory…in fact, this part of the city was clearly Blues territory. Unless, Misaki came here because of one of his so-called "missions"….the tall teen couldn't help but hope that his redheaded flame would be around. Even though it was near impossible that he would be here, he couldn't help but scour every alleyway in this district, hoping to find some trace of skareboards, some flash of russet red. After an hour of searching and every alleyway had been thoroughly inspected, there was no sign of the redheaded teen. Dejectedly, Fushimi made his way to one final alley. Nearing the end, what he saw instantly made him forget all the gloom of the day. There, amongst the gloom, was a crumpled heap of black, white, and green, with flashes of red- which the obsessed teen immediately recognized as the slumped down form of one Yata Misaki. Quickly, he rushed forward to inspect the unconscious boy. "Misaki….hey, wake up…" cautiously, he gathered the boy into his arms, and shook said boy gently. There was no response. Cautiously, he put a finger under the boy's nose, checking for breathing. Yup, definitely still alive.
Looking around, Saruhiko also noted a purple crystal vial in the shape of a tear. It was around the size of a small egg, and seemed to hold some liquid inside. Or at least, it used to hold some kind of liquid. "Misaki…..what kind of trouble did you get yourself into this time…?" he gently chided the unconscious boy. Sighing, he stroked the red hair that was poking out of his beanie. "Waste not, want not." Why be a part of Homura when they cast you out like this? 'Give him to me. Return him to me. If you don't want him, I'll take him. I want him more than anything. Give him back to me.' The sapphire-haired boy thought a bit manically as he continued to hold Misaki close and stroke his hair. 'I suppose…it's finders keepers, isn't it? It should be alright to keep Misaki, mm-hmm.' Agreeing with himself, he got up, and carried the unconscious boy princess style after picking up the bottle as well. He needed to find out what it is the dumbass drank, or was perhaps forced to drink. The idea of his Misaki being forcefully drugged had Fushimi's blood boiling. If he ever found out this was what happened and the bastards who did it, he'd make sure they paid. And paid dearly too. Having that decided, he headed back to his apartment happily, with prize in arms.
A short walk later and they were back at Fushimi's apartment. Gently, he laid the wet boy down onto his dinky couch, not at all minding that he was wet. It was his Misaki, after all. After setting down his precious prize, he went into his bathroom to fetch some dry towels. After hastily removing his uniform and putting his sword aside, he rolled up his sleeves and began to wipe Misaki dry. Having dried him as much as he could with the towels, he carefully picked the boy up again and laid him onto his bed instead, where he figured the boy would be kept more comfortable and warm than the couch. He rummaged through his drawers until he found a spare t-shirt. He laid those on the bed too, and began to strip the Misaki of his wet clothes. Before he began, he took a moment to simply admire his Misaki on his bed. It was rare to have a peaceful moment between them these days…well, not if he was to have Misaki looking and paying attention to him. Nowadays, the only peace between them exists when one is looking and the other is not. A white hand with long fingers played with wisps of red hair before moving onto soft, round cheeks and gently stroked them. 'Ah, Misaki….mine. Mine alone…my lovely still doll…' Saruhiko thought idly as he stared at the boy sleeping in peace, illuminated only by the dull daylight streaming through the windows of his bedroom. Snapping out of his reverie, he got to work removing the wet articles from the boy. It would be hard pressed to call it a chore, since Saruhiko didn't mind one bit. Not at all.
First went the socks, and he took a while to run his hands along the top of Misaki's surprisingly dainty and smooth feet. He had expected that the boy's feet would be rough with exercise, and full of blisters from nonstop skateboarding, but no. They were smooth and dainty, like a dancer's. Was it just the lighting, or did Misaki seem more delicate? Saruhiko could almost swear that Misaki was effeminate. Well, more effeminate than usual. He is a cute boy, but today, he seemed to carry an unspoken feminine grace that was beyond just "cute". He moved on to remove the wet shorts, and was tempted to remove the boxers too, but thought better of it. He was already enjoying the view of Misaki's legs, no point in making the boy freak out when he woke up. Next was the shirt, and he made quick work of that, too. 'Was that a raised chest? Is it swollen? It looks rather unnatural for a guy…' Saruhiko wondered as he looked at the black tank top that clung to Misaki in its damp state. He ran a hand over those bumps, and confirmed that yes, there were indeed bumps on his Misaki's chest. Unnaturally protruding bumps for a guy. 'Did Misaki get badly wounded? Are these wounds? He certainly does not look like he gained enough weight to have…man boobs….' He shuddered at the thought .
Slowly, he pulled up the black tank top, and the sight of Misaki's bare chest surprised Saruhiko. He had expected that it would be Yata's flat chest littered with bruises and cuts from fights, but what greeted him was truly unexpected. There were two fair sized bumps, but they don't look to be swollen wounds. Too big to be so. Hesitantly, he brought a hand up to one of the lumps and pressed down lightly. Soft, warm, and smooth. Definitely not a swollen wound. He quickly pulled the tank top higher, to expose the collar bone. Yep, a Homura tattoo. This was definitely his Misaki. Slowly, with trembling hands, he snaked a hand under the wet boxers, and gently felt in between the legs. It was smooth, save for the average pubic hair that all young humans form on their genitals. Running a finger along the smooth expanse of skin, he found a slit. His eyes widened in shock, and he quickly withdrew his hand as if he had been burnt. He made a quick work of removing the wet a tank top and boxers, and turning his head away, he covered the naked Misaki with his blanket. "…My apologies." He uttered out, even though she was still unconscious. Although Saruhiko was not interested in women, he would be lying right now if he said he didn't find any interest in Misaki anymore because she was now female. In fact, he couldn't stop his face from burning in embarrassment, and his heart was going a hundred kilometers a minute. His throat suddenly felt dry, and his hands were trembling. He had just touched his Misaki in a very, very intimate way. The kind between only lovers. Turning around, he felt himself blush deeper as he took in Misaki's delicate, almost doll-like features. Gasping lightly, he whipped the wet beanie off the unconscious girl's head, and was surprised yet again. Smooth, red waves tumbled out and spread across his pillow. She was indeed lovely, a fiery doll sleeping within his bed.
Saruhiko found himself staring at her in awe again. She was so beautiful, too beautiful! He felt another type of desire pooling in his loins, but he held himself back. Slowly, he leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to her lips. Yes, today is indeed a lovely, joyous day, even should it be storming outside. Right now, he had a roof over his head, and his lovely Misaki. He felt like he hadn't felt for a long while…he finally felt complete. 'All this while I was so afraid that he would be disgusted at me if I ever told him my true feelings… but this way, it should be fine, right? Our love will not be wrong…not that it ever was, but will Misaki accept me more readily now? I can make Misaki mine fully now…we can have lovely children together…' he thought as he soaked in this moment with his Misaki. Unfortunately, while still savouring the feel of his lips on hers, she had decided to wake up that moment. "Mmm…!" Misaki quickly sat up, pushing him away from her as she did so. The blanket slid down and pooled around her waist, exposing pale, milky breasts. They weren't full or big, but small and shapely. Saruhiko blushed again and quickly looked away. "W-what the hell, shitty monkey! What the hell was that!? Why are you kissing me!? We're both guys!" Misaki sputtered, his face flushed. "Hmm…you may want to pull up the blankets…." Saruhiko mumbled quietly, still turned away.
"W-wha-?" why was he being so polite and subdued? Misaki had no idea, until she looked down and realized she had breasts. Quickly feeling under the covers, her suspicion was confirmed. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH! WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED!? WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO ME, YOU SHITTY ASS MONKEY!? "
~Bunny's gift has been unwrapped!~
Errmm….yeah, that's it for now~ quite the predicament for the both of them, ne? On one hand you've got Fem!Misaki who is naked and in Saruhiko's bed (quite the compromise here), and shy, gentlemanly Saru who wouldn't take advantage of his lovely like that! Just more awkwardness…yeah, you'd expect Saruhiko to actually jump at this chance and make Misaki his. But Saru's seiyuu (voice actor) once said that Saruhiko is actually a really shy and timid person who 's afraid of losing Misaki. This was in an interview, not sure if it can be found on Youtube or not, but yeah. That's it for now~!