Happy Thanksgiving!~~ from where I am today… this is a Thanksgiving special!~
Yata walked out the Homra restaurant, smiling as he held his board in hand. However, he was more of in a rush. In fact, being chased from another member, Rikio Kamamoto. Rikio ran in front of the orange haired male, panting with the sound of growing diabetes in his uneasy, short breaths.
"Come on Yata! Just go hang out with us!" he practically begged with this concerned look of worry. "You've been running off a lot lately and your hardly into doing missions against those damn blues anymore!" stating, he sounded a bit frantic. His hands waved in emotional gestures as he spoke. Yata listened and just scuffed a bit. He gave a thumb up and pointed to himself as he gave a kind smile.
"Relax fatass … I'm okay, trust me. I just been really busy." He answered the other softly, throwing down his board. His feet firmly planted down over the material immediately without a moments hesitation. "I got something important to do today, so I'll see you guys around. Just tell the boss I'm sorry for leaving on todays mission!" He sighed, beginning to push with his left foot. The wheels began turning and he left Rikio alone in disappointment, entirely speechless.
Yata was skating through the streets, the wheels scraping down the wet pavement. The crunching of leaves was heard under him as he rode on. An everyday smirk was across his lips, but this time; not out of revenge or malice but more of happiness. He had a secret relationship with Saruhiko Fushimi, and it had been about three months now. Today was thanksgiving and they had plans with each other. He passed the roads and the train station that led to the island school, the first battle between the three groups, red blue and silver. He passed the nearby alley way where he was ordered to battle some goons, wanting information on them. Yet he was alone that time, stalling for the rest of his group to arrive to that scene. That was a past, so clear to still remember even now and every occasionally, it had crossed his mind on everything he did before.
Yata stopped at a shop, kicking up his board and having it land in his hands. It was a private place, there for neutrality. Someone who was aware of the kings decided to make a spot for them, his name was Touka Iragashi. No other members knew of the hang out shop for it was secretive and inside a small building hidden by a dark alley way, though the full location was in a beach resort area. People would go to the beaches without thinking about entering the filthy dark and narrow space, through unknown circumstances.
Yata followed through and walked through the wooden doors. There was light music playing and it was a large, dimmed out room with private booths. The interior was black and red as well as small seating arrangements for the bar up front, and a large stage rested near the back of the space, for entertainers such as singers, dancers or acrobatics. Even standup comedies performed here. There was small talk around the guests who did come, which was a bit quieter. The boy looked around, noticing the blue haired male with glasses sitting at the cornered table in front of him. He tried to hide his smile as he walked over and sat down across the edged table. Fushimi simply smiled as always. His expression this time had a polite, handsome charm to it. He wore plain black clothing with his usual everyday cape and sword.
"Nice to meet up with you … Misaki! ~" Fushimi said happily, his voice ecstatically excited. He leaned across the table a bit, his hand reaching out to grab Yata's. Yata simply nodded and blushed, turning his eyes away slightly. He shrugged in place.
"d-didn't I ask you … don't call me that monkey?" he asked, clearly stuttering. He tried his best to keep his all tough composure, only to have Fushimi so easily break that wall down without even trying. He felt his hand being held by the taller male but allowed him to do so. No one cared about their looks of relationship and that's why they found this place to be so great, so perfect. It held purpose of neutrality but also of secrets, they couldn't be judged or discouraged. It made things so much easier for them, though Yata worried a bit more then Fushimi. Fushimi continued to hold Yata's hand.
"Your always so cold to me, Mi-sa-ki~ but that's one of the things I love about you. Your too quick to make a pass at me." He chuckled softly. "… and why do you keep calling me that? If I remember correctly… the last time you called my name was when I was plowing into you- "
"SHUT UP!" Yata interrupted the other, blushing madly. He covered the other's mouth to shut him up, causing him to successfully stop talking naughty that moment. Yata soon pulled away, sitting back down as he pouted seriously. He crossed his arms, sighing. "Anyway … My team is starting to get suspicious. I been running around with you a lot lately." He began. He was clearly distraught about the idea. "I don't like blowing them off." Fushimi simply raised his arms, shaking his head in disbelief.
"Aah Misaki, you've always been so connected to that group, as I have been with mine. Can't say I don't miss em. But I miss us." Fushimi stated, looking into Yata's eyes with a serious, narrow gaze. Yata's red crimson glowing cheeks hadn't stopped once, fading. Yata must agree to this a bit. "yeah, I miss us too." Yata replied softly. He looked up, alarmed when a waitress was suddenly placing their drinks down on the table in front of them. She gave a small smile and walked away. They planned to not eat here as their date was to continue at Fushimi's place afterwards. Fushimi had ordered a couple beers and waters.
Yata turned his full attention back to his boyfriend with a more softened look. "I remember high school …" he replied softly. He rested his chin on the palm of his hand as his elbow supported his arm, resting on the table in front of him.
Yata and Fushimi were in high school, chemistry lab on the last day of school, after school. That was the setting.
They were dating for a short time and were fooling around. Yata was pushed against the main desk, clothing off. Fushimi held his wrist up, pulling him closer. They're lips were together, tongues intertwining. Their bodies were rocking slightly, slowly in rhythm. "S-Saruhiko … s-shouldn't we wait?" Yata asked, panting heavily. His hands moved to the other's chest.
Fushimi simply smiled down at him. "I love you. I don't want to wait to embrace you, Misaki Yata." Fushimi whispered in the others ear. Yata blushed as always. He tilted his head up, closing his eyes tightly.
"S-Saruhiko- … Aah!~" Yata's voice rang out in sweet ecstasy. His body trembled desperately, clinging to the other. Tears escaped from his eyes as he cried out, his body collapsing under the other's love.
Yata was deep in thought, remember the past of their first relationship. He dropped his head down, slamming it against the table. Fushimi knew what Yata was daydreaming about. He laughed softly, watching the boy he loved happily. "Misaki, I took your first. Didn't I?" he asked, wanting confirmation. "…This year was the first time I touched you since then. I can only infer you hadn't been with anyone since me in high school." He finished softly. Yata brought his head back up, frowning stubbornly.
"and what about that? I got morals! I have no reason to sleep around with people-" Yata began, his usual tough tone. It sounded rather childish. But it was sweet for Fushimi. It was the answer the blue haired male always wanted. Fushimi's smile increased.
"-Yet Misaki, you slept with me, 3 years later after high school. Though you claim to hate my stinking guts. Correct?" Fushimi asked with a joking tone. He couldn't help but chuckle once more. His hand reached into his pocket, pulling out a small box. His hand however, stayed below the table for the time being. Yata nodded at the other's response. "I don't have a problem with that…"
"Misaki Yata." Fushimi's lips said softly, his mellow tone filled with sudden love and care. The made Yata keep his attention on the other. Yata's eyes widened as the bigger male laid a box on the table in front of him. Fushimi stood up and kneeled beside Yata. He held a hand over his heart in respect. "M-monkey what are… you…"
Fushimi looked up, continuing to smile. "I wish to forever hold you and embrace you like I did that day. I don't want to let you go this time. So, I'd like to say I'm thankful for you coming back to me and putting up with me."
Yata's lips trembled as fresh tears slid down his cheeks.
"Y-yes. I will!"
