((A.N.: Thanks again, so, so much for the reviews and KitsHiwatari for help with Saru's psycho ex-boyfriend psyche heheh.))
Yata broke contact at the mention of their former King, stepping back and spluttering. "B-Bastard, why've you been keeping something like that from me.. I mean, us!?" Fushimi's usual grin returned as Yata continued fumbling around for words. "Tch... Last words... Don't tell me you killed him, cause I won't believe it for a second." The boy growled, knuckles white as he clenched his fists.
"Of course not, it takes a King to kill one, idiot." The taller boy huffed, earning himself a loud and angry protest at the name calling. Pulling his fingers out of his ears however, he continued. "Captain did. But it was a favor to Mikoto-san, you know that as well as I do." Yata spat again, turning to a side as if he just recalled something he never wished to think about again.
"Of course I know that, damned monkey." He whispered eventually, lips trembling as his grip on his skateboard loosened. "Why else d'you think we didn't storm your damn headquarters the very next day."
Fushimi was tempted, very, to give some kind of petty remark, but quickly decided against it.
"So... Mikoto-san's last words..." Yata dropped his skateboard on the sidewalk again, as if preparing himself for departure once he'd heard what he came to. "What were they."
The taller boy stared down at his old friend, pondering just how far he could take this. "Come to my place, then we'll talk."
The response was immediate, an unmistakable blush blooming on Yata's cheeks. "HAAH!? The hell Saru!? You think I'm just going to follow you..."
"Actually... Yeah, I do think so, Misaki." Fushimi breathed cooly, just his calm voice was enough to stop Yata from shouting loud enough for people across the street to hear him. Taken aback, Yata gave a loud harrumph before folding his arms, blush intensifying... An act that had Fushimi chuckling ever so slightly before turning to leave. "I still live where I used to, come whenever you're free. If you're scared, bring whatever weapons you want, except other people."
"Oi, who the hell would be scared of you!? I'm going right now, just watch me!"
With that, he threw down his skateboard, kicked off and went on for a few seconds... Before stopping and turning back. "Hey! Saru!" He shouted from fifty or so meters away. "Is your spare key still in the same place!? If it isn't you better hurry your ass up!"
Another chuckle to himself. "Yeah. It's still there."
By the time Fushimi got back to his apartment, Yata was already sitting against the couch in the living room, absently flipping through channels on the TV. Though, from the corner of his eye, Fushimi could see that a document or two on the table had been shifted.
"It's not nice to look through people's things Misaki."
"Never stopped you, Saru." The shorter boy remarked, turning the TV off and shifting to face Fushimi as the taller boy sat down on the couch behind him. "So? What were they. Mikoto-san's last words."
Fushimi toyed with the idea of acting like he didn't know, or like he'd forgotten just to push Yata's buttons. He quickly decided there were plenty of other opportunities to bully Yata though, and shrugged before giving the shorter boy what he came for. "He apologized to Anna, said he wouldn't be able to show her the pretty shade of red she liked anymore."
"I... I see." They sat there in silence for a few seconds, the brunette looking slightly disappointed that the Red King hadn't left behind any instructions or the likes for his clan.
"Nothing else?"
"Not that I know of."
"Hmm..."
It was odd how comfortable both of them were, sitting this close to each other in Fushimi's apartment; it felt like pretty much the way they used to be before the taller boy had broken off. Everything in the room around them looked neat and tidy to a fault, which was more or less the way Yata remembered it; with the exception of documents piled up here and there.
A little snort, and Yata turned to glance tentatively at the exit, where his skateboard was leaned on a doorframe.
"Say, Misaki."
"How many times do I have to tell you damn monkey, stop calling me that." He reached out to swat the taller boy over the head but, of course, missed as Fushimi smoothly ducked out of the way.
"... Misaki, stay here for awhile." He near whispered upon regaining his posture. Before Yata could react to his gut reaction of calling his ex-best-friend crazy and storming out of the place though, he made the mistake of looking directly at said ex-best-friend.
It was a calm, negotiating, even hopeful expression he hadn't seen in years.
"... Keh, fine!"