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"He was one of my best friends, I guess." Kusanagi said awkwardly. After spending so much time organizing and preparing for Mikoto's not-formal funeral, he ended up forgetting to write a speech.
He kneeled in front of the small stone we had placed outside the bar and put a gold ring on the grass in front of it. "He gave that to me in middle school. I wasn't sure why, and I'm still not, but even so, I never took it off. Not once." He stood back up and glanced over the crowd of people who had come and were watching him with sullen expressions. Even some Blues were, like Fushimi Saruhiko.
Not only had Saru shown up and yelled to Yata, "Darling Misaki, I'm here!" but then Yata had also blushed deeply and now couldn't focus on his leader's funeral.
"Anyways, thanks for being there for me. For all of us." Kusanagi spoke directly to Mikoto, wherever Mikoto is now. He then stepped back into the crowd which invited other people to step up and say a few words. Surprisingly, Reisi Munakata stepped up. Yata hadn't even known he was here.
Munakata simply laid a hand on the stone with a solemn face. "I truly respected you." He whispered, but because of Yata sharp ears, he heard him. "I didn't want it to go down like that. You know I didn't. I'm sor…. I'm sorry."
There were yells from the audience of 'get lost blue,' and, 'murderer,' so Munakata simply pushed his glasses up and walked away with his head titled down. Yata had to admit, he respected Munakata's respect for Mikoto-san. A few blues followed after the Blue King and Yata could only hope Saru was one of them.
Kamamoto had now stepped up to the stone and was talking but Yata couldn't bring himself to listen. Last night, after the horrific encounter with Saru when he and Kamamoto were doing that job, he had sat in his apartment and thought about what to write for his speech to Mikoto. He had to have sat there for at least two hours before falling asleep. Writing wasn't his thing in the first place, much less writing about someone whose presence was so great you wouldn't be able to even begin to put it in words. So in the end he wrote nothing and didn't plan to say anything. He thought silence gave much more praise to his leader than words ever could.
"Mi-sa-ki, are you going to speak at your beloved Mikoto's funeral?" Came a soft voice directly into Yata's ear, causing him to jump from surprise. Turning around he saw none other than Saru. "You know Misaki, I have to lean down at least three feet to be able to talk in your ear." Saru taunted his height once again.
Yata didn't even have the energy to get angry. "How original. Mocking my height. How about this, if you're going to make fun of me one way or another, find something new to insult." He kept his voice dripping with sarcasm and hoped Saru would get the point and fuck off.
Saruhiko scrunched his eyebrows together before shifting his weight over to one leg and assessing Yata with a tilted head. "What's the matter with you today? You always get mad when I mock your height. Are you Sick? Tired?" The genuine concern in his voice bothered Yata more than the fact that people were now shushing them and shooting annoyed looks in their direction.
"Tired I guess." Yata answered honestly. Saru glanced up to the stone where Kamamoto was now bawling and eating chips.
"Are you going to say anything?" He questioned. Yata just shook his head and looked away from Saruhiko because, honestly, he had to crane his neck way up to meet the monkey's eyes and it bothered him to no end. "Then let's get out of here. It's so depressing."
Yata snorted. "Yeah, cause it's a fuckin funeral. What are you- Hey!" Yata yelped when Saru forcefully grabbed his arm and began dragging them out of the crowd which had grown bigger. Saruhiko was muttering under his breath about his thin arm and still Yata found himself unable to get angry. Maybe he really should eat a little more. And sleep more. It would probably give him more energy. "Monkey, where are we going?"
"You wanted to know why I left Homra, right?" Saruhiko spoke without turning around. They had already left the crowd and now Yata had no idea where they were going.
Yata began to drag his feet to the point where Saru was pretty much carrying him. "You already told me. You left because of me." There was no emotion in his voice; he wouldn't give anything away to Saru. Contrary to his appearance (yes, he admits, he doesn't have the most fearful appearance) he is actually pretty tough. And if he can hold his own at the funeral of the man who had been the father figure in his life, he can hold his own against Saru.
"You still don't get it though. Honestly, it's nothing bad against you." Saru chuckled. "I realize I should have explained that better yesterday." Just at the mention of yesterday Yata's face heated and he immediately felt a million times less tough than he had two seconds ago. "I have a feeling you're blushing, Misaki."
"Shut up Monkey." He whispered. Slowly, his feet stopped walking altogether and Saru was actually dragging him along the sidewalk.
Saruhiko paused. "Misaki? You okay?" He questioned, supporting all of Yata's weight.
"I'm so tired." Yata said blearily.
Saru chuckled. "De ja vu. Do I need to watch after you every second of the day to make sure you eat and sleep right? Because I could. Seriously, just say the word."
Yata groaned and slapped at Yata drunkenly. "Stop joking for once."
"I wasn't." Yata's eyes slipped closed as he felt his body being hoisted up and draped over a skinny but surprisingly muscular back. The edge of Saru's sword dug into his hip, but he was too tired to care. He then fell asleep to the soft tapping of Saruhiko's footsteps on the pavement.
Yata woke up to the smell of Saruhiko. Seriously, it was everywhere. A mix of cologne and maple. He sat up and quickly looked around, first noticing he was in a bed. Only a light blue blanket covered him and the room was almost bare other than one dresser in the corner. Yata shot out of the bed which he presumed to be Saru's and ran over to the door on the other side of the room.
He didn't get far. Dizziness struck him hard and he fell straight down, banging his head against the wooden floor. He winced and shut his eyes tightly before counting his breaths to calm himself and try to get the wave of dizziness to fade. Behind him he heard footsteps, but ignored them and focused on what he was doing.
"Misaki?" He heard Saru ask curiously and something was set on the floor next to his head. Then, he felt Saru's head next to his. "Are you ok? Did you trip?" He chuckled when he saw that Yata was counting to himself. "Or did you forget how to count? I can help with that too."
Yata peeled his eyes open and shot a cold glare at Saru before sitting up. He then noticed his shirt was off. So were his pants. Luckily, he still wore boxers. "WHERE ARE MY CLOTHES?" He yelled as his hands balled into fists.
"Oh good, you got your energy back. And they are in the dresser." Saruhiko pointed over to the corner of the room before looking Yata up and down. "You are so skinny I could play your ribs like a drum. It's gross."
"Shut up you annoying monkey. It's not like I'm anorexic, just suffering from a loss." Yata snapped. He then stood up, embarrassingly having to use Saru's outstretched arm for support, and walked over to the dresser.
Saruhiko followed him, now holding a tray of food that he had previously set on the ground near Yata. "Well, whatever, I brought you food because if you go one more day without food I'm convinced you will die."
Yata wanted to snidely ask him why he would care, but decided not to. He was too afraid of getting an answer. An actual answer. "Third drawer down." Saru pointed from behind Misaki.
"Yeah yeah, wh-" Yata paused, completely forgetting what he was going to say. What took his attention was a framed photograph that Saruhiko had propped on his dresser. Yata wondered how he hadn't noticed it the moment he looked around the room, it was so obvious.
The photo was of him and Saru in middle school. It had gone in the yearbook that year, and Yata could see the cut marks where Saruhiko had taken it out. They had been studying for some test in the library at the time. Well, Saru being the awkwardly genius person he is, had only been helping Yata study. Actually, Yata doesn't think he had ever seen Saru study, yet he always aced the tests.
In the photo Yata had his arms draped over a textbook, his hair down and without the beanie he constantly kept on his head now so as to not remind himself of the middle school days. Instinctively his hand went to the beanie that was on his head now, that Saru had not touched when taking off his clothes for him.
Middle school Saruhiko looked at the camera and so did Yata, Saru's face displaying disgust and annoyance at being bothered while Yata smiled widely. Memories rushed back to him. Of Saruhiko talking about some math equation and getting the wrong answer, which Yata had never seen him do. So Yata had attempted to answer the question and ended up getting it right. He was so happy for finally beating Saru at something that when the person with the camera came and Yata looked over, he had been smiling.
"Why… Why did you keep this. It's a bad picture." Yata mumbled, cheeks becoming slightly red and quickly opening the drawer and grabbing his clothes. Saru took Yata's arm, which was holding his clothes, and pinned it against the wall, pinning Yata with his body. His face flushed deep red when he realized Saru was pressed against him and scolded himself for the weird reactions he was having.
"I like the picture." Saruhiko said simply, looking down at a nearly naked Yata who was now looking anywhere but at Saru.
Yata titled his face down and began violently shoving at Saru. "Get the fuck off me! Get off!" He yelled, and Saru released him. Feeling suddenly awkward at his violent outburst and Saruhiko's unreadable face, Yata pulled on his clothes. "How long was I asleep?" He offhandedly asked.
"Forty hours." Saru answered, turning around and shutting his dresser drawer.
"FOURTY HOURS?" Yata repeated in disbelief. Saru nodded and shoved a tray into Yata's hands. He gave him a look that said 'EAT OR ELSE' so Yata took the tray with no argument.
Saruhiko began to leave. "Follow me to the kitchen, you can eat it there." He spoke formally, stiffly, and because of being weirded out by it because Saru never talks to him like that, Yata followed without complaint. His apartment was large, and was just how Yata remembered it from last time. If anything it was even more freaking spotless.
His kitchen was pretty. The counters were granite and his table was a dark wood, which was where Yata sat down and set his aluminum tray. He then began to eat the mac and cheese that was in a small bowl with some water to the side and… carrots. Carrots are what Saru would always tease him with in middle school because of the belief that they make you grow.
Becoming angry, Yata picked up one of the carrot sticks and hurled it at Saruhiko's head. It hit him while he was stirring what Yata assumed to be the mac and cheese in a pot and bounced onto the counter. Saru turned around and was met by more carrots as Yata pelted them at him.
"I DON'T. NEED. CARROTS. YOU. STUPID. MONKEY!" He chanted one word each time he threw a carrot. Saru shielded himself with his arms and once Yata had no more carrots, uncovered his face to reveal a smirk.
"Why do you have such a bad anger problem?" His smirk grew wider. "Or is it just a virgin thing?"
Yata could pretty much feel himself steaming from anger. "IM NOT A VIRGIN!" He yelled, not exactly realizing what he had said. Saru paused and suddenly became very serious, looking at Yata with cold eyes.
"What did you just say?" Saru hissed and began stalking towards Yata.
What was one supposed to do in this kind of situation? Yata had no idea. So he went with it. "I said I am not a virgin and I hate that you tease me for it." Saruhiko stopped mid-stalk and burst into laughter. Actual laughter, not his normal teasing laughter. He clutched his stomach and fell to the ground onto his knees.
"How pathetic can one get… to lie about…. His own…. Virginity." After almost every word he erupted into another fit of laughter. Yata's face was now red for an entirely different reason than it had been this entire day. Saru had probably actually believed him the first time, but then after the obvious lie he had just said, Saru realized he wasn't telling the truth.
"I absolutely hate you Fushimi Saruhiko." Yata seethed, which only caused Saru to laugh harder. Getting even more annoyed, Yata angrily launched himself onto Saru's laughing form and immediately they began to wrestle, each person trying to best the other. Yata elbowed Saru in the face and for a moment Yata pulled himself over Saru, but not even a second after, Saru had easily pinned Yata underneath him and held him there.
"I win." Saru grinned down at Yata, and Yata didn't know why, but he felt a drop of cold sweat roll down his back. Saru continued to stare down at him, but before Yata could react, Saru had swooped his mouth down and was now pressing it against Yata's.
Yata was so surprised. Maybe even more surprised than when it happened the first time. Saruhiko's lips were cold just as the hands that held Yata's arms down were, but for some reason, they were oddly inviting. When his lips were forced to part and a tongue invaded his mouth he found himself not struggling. Saru's tongue twirled around his own and seemed to be exploring his mouth, sweeping up over the top and along his teeth. Yata sighed into the kiss, causing Saru to growl.
Then, he realized what he was doing. He realized he was KISSING SARU. Yata's eyes flew open and he kneed Saruhiko as hard as he possibly could right in his balls. Saru broke away while screeching and cupping his man parts, and that's when Yata jumped up and ran out of Saru's apartment.
He took the stairs because they are quicker, and was out of the building so fast he doubted even the man working the front desk saw him go.
While walking home and questioning everything that just happened, like why Saru just kissed him again, why he responded to the kiss, and how Saru never ended up explaining what he meant by the fact that Yata was the reason he left homra, he found that a single tear had rolled down his cheek and silently dripped onto his shirt.
I know there are a couple of you guys (two people I think LOL) who asked me to keep going with this story and my apologies to you guys because I know I haven't updated in literally forever. School is a lot of work and it was my priority for the past couple of weeks… months…. Anyways, I just wanted to thank EVERY ONE OF YOU who reviewed, favorited, or even just read and liked my story. Thank you so much and it literally makes my day when you do that! And I am also sorry that this is so short, I wrote it really quickly. Okay, well, please feel free to leave a review saying how much you loved/hated it and what I could so better on.