AN:
This is probably gonna be my first multi-chap (like, not a oneshot or two-shot). Like, one with a clear plot in my head and not just an idea I had to get out there. And this is gonna be like, my first attempt at SaruMi angst. xD
"SaruMi x2"
Chapter 2: HOMRA.
"Don't join Homra, it will tear you two apart."
Sakkun couldn't get it out of his head, the words of his older brother. He actually came back home to that accursed house just to tell him that? It was that important? What the hell was Homra anyway? The gang he and Misaki joined after two years of living together? The reason they broke up? Possibly.
Well, he wasn't keen on joining gangs in the first place, why should he worry about it? It was probably another one of those bad decisions Misaki was taking about. Anyway, Sakkun wasn't at all privy with his older brother's affairs, and he doesn't really care either way. The only thing he knew was that, he broke up with Misaki a few years ago. But why? Was it really because of Homra, as what he hinted? Or was there something more?
Now, he shouldn't care, really. But with his brother, who normally couldn't care less about him, actually giving him a serious warning in person, was there something to worry about after all? He doesn't know enough to figure out anything, but what does he know? His older brother got together with Misaki a little over five years ago; they moved in together and quit school; after roughly two years they joined a gang called Homra; a year and few months later they broke up, and haven't been in good terms since.
They both joined Homra, and were still together for more than a year before his older brother decided to leave and dump Misaki. What happened?
"Don't join Homra, it will tear you two apart."
And why does his brother make it sound as if Homra was the reason, if not one of? Should he ask Misaki? That probably won't be pretty, but... it's better to know things, than not knowing anything at all.
Suddenly, he felt something wet, soft, and squishy being pushed onto his lips. He glared at his boyfriend in front of him.
"You've been spacing out," Micchan continued to push the tamagoyaki onto him, until he finally relented and opened his mouth.
Sakkun chewed, swallowed, and wiped his mouth before speaking. "I was just thinking..."
"About your brother?" Micchan asked, "you mentioned he came to see you last night."
"Yeah..."
"What did he say?"
"Not much,"
"Is he with us, or against us?"
"I guess he's fine with it, doesn't seem to matter to him either way."
"But he came, so it must've meant a great deal..."
"Hmmm..."
"Anyway, have you thought about it? Nii-san's offer? About moving in with him?" Micchan changed the subject, looking down on his half-eaten bento. "I'm definitely moving out, I can't stay back at home anymore. And if it's with Nii-san, I'm sure Mama would be able to accept it easier. But you don't have to move out too, you live by yourself in your house anyway."
"I've said it before, I really don't want to stay there anymore. Besides, it's not like that woman would care or even notice if I'm there or not."
"So, you're moving in with us?" Micchan's eyes lit up.
"I don't know, I really don't want to impose on Misaki," Sakkun looked to the side.
"It's okay! He already said so!"
"Still..." he sighed. "Micchan, my brother broke up with him. And even though, I have nothing against Misaki, don't you think he'll be reminded of my brother every time he sees me?"
"That's good!" Micchan exclaimed, and stood up.
"What?"
"We can set them up and get them back together!"
"I don't think that's a good idea," Sakkun was shaking his head.
"Well, it is! I mean, what's the worse that could happen than what they already are now?"
"Well... our brothers's are probably gonna kill us when they find out, but I guess it's worth a try."
"Yeah! Then we'll become one big happy family!" Micchan grinned from ear to ear, so sure of it.
This was the worse idea ever, like what the hell was he even thinking? If he was thinking at all...
Misaki sighed for the umpteenth time that day, as he picked up a cabbage and scrutinized its appearance. He was in the middle of the shopping district, buying ingredients for dinner as he had invited Micchan and Sakkun over. He wanted them to get a feel of his apartment, if they ever do decide to move in with him, which was definitely a bad idea in and of itself. Like, how was he going to support two teenagers, when he himself still need support? And this was definitely not the kind of support Totsuka-san was talking about.
He vaguely wondered if Sakkun has told his older brother too, since Micchan told him, wondered further how Saruhiko might've reacted. Well, not that it matters.
And speaking, or in this case, thinking of the devil/monkey. When Misaki turned to leave, Saruhiko was walking straight for him, flanked by three of his subordinates. Misaki turned his head back so fast, he knew his neck should've snapped. Saruhiko still hasn't seen him, right? He should still be able to get away if he was lucky. He took one step towards the opposite direction and-
"Mi~Sa~Ki~!" Saruhiko's chirpy and creepy voice sent shivers down his spine.
Damn him. And his luck.
"Running errands again, like the dog you are?"
Misaki sighed, praying to all the Gods he knew that Saruhiko would just leave him alone. "Get lost, Saruhiko. I don't feel like dealing with you today."
"Don't feel like it?" Saruhiko sneered at him. "Why? Because our brothers are hooking up?"
"So, you know..." Misaki gritted his teeth.
"Of course, I know~" Saruhiko rested one hand on his hip. "It's only inevitable that another Yata would be handing over his ass to another Fushimi, it's like a family tradition~"
"You fucking asshole..." Misaki seethed.
"At least, I was the one fucking~" Saruhiko declared proudly.
"GAAAH! I'll kill you!" Misaki dropped everything he was holding and made a mad dash towards Saruhiko, lighting his red aura for a punch, that Saruhiko swiftly dodged, taking continuous steps backwards before finally running away. "Come back here, you bastard! Weren't you asking for this?!"
As the three subordinates heard their Section Chief's maniacal laughter, they all decided to play deaf ears as if the beginning chaos doesn't have anything to do with them.
"Ah... they're at it again," Akiyama sweat-dropped.
"But did you hear that? Their brother are hooking up?" Domyouji looked surprised and excited at the same time.
"They have brothers, is what surprises me more to be honest," Hidaka snickered.
"Should we just leave them be, and finish out patrol?" Akiyama asked.
"Yeah, that should be the best course of action. Fushimi-san will only get mad at us if we interrupt, and it's not like they're seriously going to kill each other anyway." Hidaka brushed off, walking ahead to lead the way.
"We'll go ahead, Fushimi-san," Akiyama announced in a shout as they left their commander with his business.
Misaki staggered, seething in fury as Saruhiko managed to rile him up again and get away. "Damn that monkey, I'll get him next time." He was almost limping as he made his way towards bar Homra, and as he turned the street, he saw two familiar figures standing in the sidewalk in front of it.
It was Sakkun and Micchan.
"What're you two doing here?"
"Nii-san!" Micchan ran up to him, Sakkun followed quietly. "You're bleeding!"
"It's nothing, just a scratch." Misaki covered the patch on his arm.
"Even so! What happened?" Micchan persisted.
"Saruhiko." As understanding dawned the faces of the two middle schoolers, one looking horrified while the other one started frowning, Misaki decided to lead the way into the bar. "Let's go inside there."
They entered the bar with a bell ringing by the door, everything looked vintage and chic. For a place that was dimly lit, it was surprising how you would be able to see everything and clearly at that. Sakkun held in a cough, it smelled like cigarettes, but thankfully there wasn't much smoke. He looked over at Micchan, he doesn't seem to be as bothered, looking around with wide-eyed wonder.
"Welcome~ Oh, it's just Yata-chan." The bartender greeted, and did a double-take. "Wait... are those two...?"
"Hey, Kusanagi-san... this here is Micchan, my brother." Misaki gestured to his look-alike on his right side, before turning to his left. "And this is Sakkun, Saru's little brother."
"If I didn't know you two had brothers, I would think they came from the past... to haunt me." Kusanagi just stared, sweat-dropping at the uncanny resemblance. It just felt so impossible, like a really bad joke.
"Staring is rude, Izumo. At least, offer drinks," Totsuka approached them, and introduced himself. "Hi, I'm Totsuka Tatara~! Nice to meet you!"
"Oh, my God... is that Fushimi's brother?" Bandou also appeared, Akagi behind him. "Like, holy-! They look so alike!"
"Your brother too, Yata!" Dewa added. "He looks just like you when you first came here!"
"Even their uniforms are the same, this is amazing." Kamamoto also felt a bit of nostalgia.
"Déjà vu all over again~" Chitose sighed dramatically. "How many times do we have to be betrayed~?"
"WOULD YOU PEOPLE JUST DROP IT?!" Micchan suddenly yelled. "MY NII-SAN IS BLEEDING HERE!"
Everybody shut up at that. Sakkun and even Misaki were surprised. Micchan didn't know what came over him, but he suddenly felt so angry.
"Ah, right." Kamamoto approached them, and gently pushed Misaki to sit in a stool as he pulled out a first-aid kit from under the bar table. "Yata-san, let me fix that for you."
"Uhmm... here have a seat," Kusanagi pushed forth two glasses of juice. "It's on the house."
"Sorry about that, we only got excited," Totsuka wave them off and the guys surrounding them dissipated. "And of course, we know that Sakkun here is not the same Fushimi-san, so don't worry."
Micchan visibly calmed down, but he didn't take the seat offered to them until after Sakkun did.
"What's with all the yelling, Yata?" Mikoto suddenly emerged from up the stairs, Anna in tow.
"Ah, sorry for all the noise, Mikoto-san." Misaki gestured to the two next to him. "This is my little brother, Micchan. And Sakkun, Saru's little brother."
Mikoto walked towards the two and towered over them, squinting his eyes to take a good look. He made a low grumbling sound, like an affirmation and then nodded his head, before walking away to his usual place in the couch. Anna stared at the new pair as well, but didn't say anything and immediately followed after Mikoto.
Sakkun could just swore that was the longest time he's ever had to hold in his breath. That man was... unnerving.
"That's our King," Totsuka declared, smiling. "Don't let him scare you, he's actually harmless."
Sakkun didn't say anything, this man was also bothersome, he's looking at them as if they were a source of amusement.
"I wasn't scared," Micchan huffed from beside him, before promptly changing the subject. "And what'd you mean by 'King'?"
"He's our leader," it was Misaki who answered, face devoid of any emotion.
Totsuka didn't say anything, neither did Kusanagi and Kamamoto.
They spent the rest of the afternoon there, just watching the people at the bar. It didn't take an hour for Micchan to warm up enough to engage in friendly conversations though, he was just that curious. It didn't help that Misaki would sometimes pipe in, and explain to the two of them the things outsiders shouldn't easily understand, as if encouraging them. Totsuka too. And when the conversations took a turn somewhere questionable, Kusanagi would let out a warning cough, to remind the rest that there were kids there, Anna included.
Misaki chose to keep to his seat, he wouldn't leave Sakkun alone especially after Micchan had left his side. He watched him from the corner of his eyes, they really do look alike, he's known it since a long time ago, they really do. And if he's guess is right, Sakkun might just be the same, he's probably not enjoying this either. Saruhiko never did.
"You okay?" Misaki asked, taking Micchan's abandoned seat to get closer.
"Fine," Sakkun's eyes were fixed, watching Micchan from the distance as he laughed at some joke the fat guy said.
"You don't like it here, do you?" This time, Misaki got the attention he was trying to catch, Sakkun looked at him very briefly and looked away again.
"I'm just... not used to the smoke, I guess." Sakkun tried to sound impartial, but his eyes darted from Micchan to Mikoto, who was lighting another cigarette.
Misaki nodded, but didn't say anything more, it can wait. He followed the younger Fushimi's gaze, to Micchan who was nodding excitedly to a story Totsuka was telling, everything felt so familiar.
They eventually went home and had an uneventful dinner, Micchan was tasked to wash the dishes by himself, Misaki reasoning that Sakkun was still more of a guest. But the truth was that, he really just wanted to talk to him more. About Homra.
Sakkun not knowing what to do with himself, and not wanting to stand in between the two Yatas, he decided to take a breath of fresh air out in the balcony. It was small, just right for hanging out clothes in average apartments. He leaned on the railings, staring blankly towards the cityscape on the other side. If he decides to move in with Misaki and Micchan, he would end up getting used to this scenery. He really wanted to leave that empty old house, but he still isn't sure. He doesn't want to be a burden, but at the same time, he wants to be with Micchan all the time, and he gets along with Misaki too. He didn't get a chance to tell his Aniki, maybe he would've had a few words for him.
"What's up with you?" Misaki popped up from behind him, and went to lean on the railings as well. "You've been really quiet since we were at the bar."
"Nothing, I just didn't have anything to say," Sakkun didn't even look at him.
"Well, what do you think of my apartment? It's small, but it should fit the three of us." Misaki motioned behind him, towards the rest of the apartment. "There aren't any rooms, but we can just line up our futons and sleep altogether. It'll be fun!"
"Are you really sure about this?" Sakkun had to ask again.
"It's really fine, we can worry about everything else later~" Misaki grinned.
"Thanks... you don't have to, but thanks." Sakkun muttered so low he almost didn't hear it himself.
"No problem, just tell me if you need anything else," Misaki smiled satisfied and started to wonder how he should bring up the topic regarding Homra.
"Misaki..." Sakkun suddenly spoke again. "Please don't ask me to join Homra."
Misaki's eyes widened. Did he hear something from Saruhiko, after all? He sighed, with a helpless scratch on his head. "I wasn't planning to, silly... Saruhiko didn't like it there, so you probably wouldn't either."
"But Micchan seems to like it there." Sakkun looked at him from the corner of his eyes.
"Micchan won't join if you wouldn't." Misaki talked with his eyes closed, huffing as if he were lecturing a child. "Besides I don't want him hanging around a bar of all places. I told you, you guys are staying in school so you aren't allowed to join stupid gangs."
"If this is about scepter, I'm not joining them either." Sakkun admitted without being asked.
Misaki suddenly looked surprised. "Why not? It looks like you'd really fit in there, and it pays too."
"I don't really want to be in the same workplace as Aniki, it'll only be troublesome. Besides, no place is ever big enough for more than one Fushimi."
"The hell's that?" Misaki laughed, shaking his head.
"Misaki, don't you hate Aniki? He even hurt you in more ways than one, and more times than once..." Sakkun trailed off, glancing at the bandaged arm.
"Hmmm..." Misaki heaved a deep breath and threw his head back to stare at the sky. "Believe me, I tried."
"So..." Sakkun tried to gauge every little change in his expression, looking for any sign at all, for lies or sincerity. "Does that mean you still love him?"
Misaki scoffed, cheeks reddening a little. "Really... I wish I could just stop." He fruitlessly tried to avoid the gaze.
"Do you think there's a chance for you two to get back together?" Sakkun straightened his head forward, but kept his eyes on the older Yata.
"I dunno, I can't really tell..." Misaki wasn't sure why he was answering, he shouldn't have to. "But Saruhiko probably wouldn't want to. That guy's a cynic, always had been."
"But you would accept him, right? If he only came back?" Sakkun knew he shouldn't really push it, but if he and Micchan were really planning to get them back together, then he should at least figure it out if they had a chance, right?
"I don't know, Sakkun. I really don't..." Misaki swallowed a lump down his throat, really, he should be numb by now. "That guy hates me for some reason, I'm not even sure anymore if he really loved me back then. I mean, I was the one who confessed so I don't know if he just couldn't say no."
"He loved you. His world was you. He left, and turned his back on everything for you... even me. " Sakkun didn't know why he actually sounded desperate, as if it's not just about his brother that he was so invested in this. "He was happy with you."
Misaki looked startled for a while, before slowly breaking into a sad smile. "I wish I could believe that, I really do."
AN:
I hope I'm keeping them in character enough. xD Please review!
— Lynx
20161130
