AHA!!! done C8 its fillerish, and alot happens at once...so be aware that its not the grandest XD but i hope you all enjoy anyway!!!

inspiration: "Whatya Want From Me" by Adam Lambert
rating: minor T
warnings: language, ooc
disclaimer: not mine, never will be~

ONWARD 8D i hope its okay enough!!

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Dropping the newspaper to the tabletop, Fushimi sighed heavily. Black and white photos of a girl torn to pieces littered the pages, from the front cover to the back. It was big news, these recent grotesque murders. Their terror stricken expression -or what was left of them- littered the paper for the last week or two. Few didn't know of the grotesque murders.

What scared Fushimi most, wasn't the way the murders were carried out. It was that almost all of the victims were blond females. They also all went to Yamato's school. The woman brushed her own blond hair back, eying the wrinkled newspaper in unease. Maybe it was just someone who hated foreign children?

All the woman knew for sure was that she didn't like this at all. In fact, she debated -though she knew she couldn't do it- leaving this part of the city. She herself was blond, and worked late at night. She could be a victim.

Glancing at her son's room, she decided against this. She couldn't up and leave now, not while Yamato had school and a life. Speaking of her son, she should probably wake him up...

000

"W-What the hell?!"

The redhead whined and snuggled closer to the brunette's side. "Yamato-samaaa, be quiet! If you yell like that, she'll hear you..."

Yamato stared funny. "What?! Sama?!"

It took Uru a moment to comprehend what was going on, before his eyes shot open. The red in them was bright and nearly ate up the entirety of his iris and pupils, and his normally pale pink skin was a blushy color. The alien realized he was cuddling something warm, and belatedly, that it was indeed Yamato.

"I-I AM SO SORRY!" he yelped, shoving away, and falling off of the narrow bed with a loud thump.

The brunette blinked quickly, confused and creeped out as he watched the boy struggle to compose himself and rearrange his shirt. He noted, with a little unease, that the front of Uru's shirt was soaked. How did THAT happen? He wondered.

"Yamato? Are you okay?" a muffled voice called.

The duo had little time to process this as the sound of footsteps began to near the room. Uru's antenna sprung upright, and he quickly scrambled to his feet and for the closet. His tail slipped through just in time to miss getting slammed in the door as he shut it. Ironically enough, as one door closed, another opened, and Fushimi stood in the entrance.

Yamato stared at her, shell-shocked from the sudden events. His mother watched him, concerned and a little annoyed at his lack of response. He snapped from it quickly.

"O-Oh...uh, Hey mom. What's up?" he asked, trying to keep his eyes off of the closet.

"Are you okay? I heard something fall, and yelling..."

"I-It was nothin. I had a nightmare, and then the alarm went off and yeah..."

Fushimi pretended not to know that his alarm went off later in the morning. "Right..." She glanced around the room quickly.

"It wasn't anything, really." Yamato said, impatient, but knowing why his mother was so worked up.

The blond woman said nothing, though she did glance at the closet suspiciously before she left the room. She closed the door with a sound click. The room was quiet once she left, Yamato holding his breath just in case something else happened. He let it out in a sigh, just as an awkward whine and a thump sounded off from the closet.

Eye twitching, the brunette stood up and knocked on the door. A hasty, "O-One moment!" echoed back in response. Yamato began to feel uncomfortable as another strange sound echoed from the closet, and knocked again.

"What the hell are you doing in there??"

"N-Nothing, wait a-a moment!"

"I'm opening this door."

"No, don't!"

if he was doing something weird...Yamato Swung open the door, glaring into the dim lighting. Nothing was amiss, except for the alien boy whose shirt had gotten damper. Uru was pouting, his hands stopping in their movement of lifting his shirt.

"I said not to open the door!" he whined, debating on shoving his shirt back down. His chest was slick with...something, and the shirt would stick uncomfortably.

Yamato stared oddly, pretending not to look at the boy's half naked torso. "Y'coulda just said you were changing..."

Uru looked away, the circles of gold on his cheeks almost amber colored. "R-Right...sorry, I'll remember that."

Something told the brunette that changing was the last thing the alien was doing, but he didn't press the matter. He himself needed to dress quickly, or he'd be late for class. Reaching into his closet, he grabbed for his uniform, Uru tilting out of the way. Briefly, Yamato's hand brushed the warm, slick substance on his chest. He ignored the way Uru's mouth gaped and he looked like he'd been violated, yanking his clothes from the closet quickly.

Uru watched as the other dressed, mopping up his chest with his own damp shirt. It was an awkward few minutes before the brunette thought of something to say.

"Mom's freaking out lately...something about murders recently."

Uru paused in his dressing, frowning deeply. "Murders?"

"Yeah. A lot of girls have been winding up dead recently."

Suddenly, the redhead was in front of Yamato, eyes wide and upset. "You never mentioned this before! What kind of murders?!"

Something in the way the redhead was panicking made Yamato more than a little uneasy. "I dunno, go check the paper or the news?"

The light dimmed a little at this knowledge, and Uru nodded slowly. "After your mother leaves then..."

Yamato nodded, and then shuffled towards the door. "Right then...I hafta go."

Uru smiled faintly. "Take care."

"Be sure to hide-"

"Around seven thirty. I know."

"Right...see ya."

Yamato left quickly, waving goodbye to his mother as he passed. He couldn't get the boy's disturbed eyes from his mind. What WAS that? Why was Uru so worked up over this? He didn't know...But it unnerved him, he wouldn't lie.

000

Another girl was missing. Sayama shifted uneasily in her seat, uneasy and concerned. She didn't know any of the girls, truth be told. But really, that didn't ease the slowly building terror. A murderer was on the loose, and who knew when he'd switch up his victim's criteria? It could just as easily turn to brunette's after all.

Glancing over at Lune, who seemed more than a little ill, she frowned. While she wasn't good friends with the blond, she did understand why he was so upset. Not only were a few of those girls friends of his, but he himself fit the general description of the victims. He was foreign, he was blond, and he looked just like a girl.

This realization prompted a panic in her. She didn't hate Lune, despite how she suspected he did her. They'd known each other for years, and he was Yamato's friend. And if it caused Yamato pain, then Sayama didn't dare chance it.

Lune was sitting in his chair, rigid and fiddling absently with his notebook. It was covered in drawings, whole pages even devoted to doodles or portraits. He chewed at his pencil, trying to think of what to draw. Because right now, anything would do.

He wouldn't lie. The recent murders terrified him. At first, they hadn't mattered, they were just as abstract as any other tragedy was when it didn't concern yourself. But...then it started including friends. And that's when it started to scare him. Now? Now he was just as afraid for himself as he was for the few remaining friends he had. Oume and himself were the most likely next victims in this room...But then, there was also an odd trend he had noticed at some point in time.

A shadow fell over him, and he looked up quickly. Sayama smiled weakly down at him, and his pounding heart stilled easily. "Oh...Hi."

"Hi...I um..." she paused.

Lune's eyes narrowed a little. "Yes?"

Why did he always make her so uneasy? "I heard about...your friend."

A blank look overtook the blond's face. After a moment, he realized what was going on, eyes misting slightly. "Oh."

"I'm sorry for your loss...and, I just wanted you to know...that I'm always here." We aren't great friends, but I do care, she thought. "And I hope you stay safe."

Lune smiled weakly up at the brunette. "Thanks..."

The two just lingered in the awkward silence. Neither was used to this sort of communication with the other. Relief flooded them when the bell rang, and the teacher entered shortly after. Sayam hurried away, that sorrow from before pounding quickly in her ears, and fueling her need for distance.

000

Yamato returned home to a frantic alien pacing the length of the living room. A newspaper was laying on the floor, and the TV was on. A news anchor chattered in a happy tone about the day's events, going over the murders again. His tone never once changed.

"Uh...Hi?" he greeted, watching Uru's tail slice the air in harsh swipes.

The redhead turned to look at him, eyes heavy with panic. "They're here!!"

Yamato frowned. "W-Who??"

Uru stopped pacing, running a hand through his hair. His eyes were haunted with something only he could see. "The people I'm trying to keep away from Sayama!"

A long moment went by as Yamato processed this. The enemy...was here? HERE? On Earth? Uru's face was leaded down with a sick expression, like he wanted to be sick.

"Yes. They're HERE. These murders, they aren't just some psycho!" he cried, shoulders quivering. He hadn't even known until half a month after the crimes. He couldn't control the sickness in his belly, the one that hissed he was too late and this was for nothing. "T-They..."

Shaking his head, the brunette fought to comprehend this all. "Okay, wait. Wait a damn second. How do you even know this!"

The redhead stared at him as if he were stupid, before snatching the paper from the table. His antenna pressed flat against his head as he thrust the articles at the human. "All the names. All of them, they contain the words I mentioned before. Saya. And their hair. It fits with the Maiden's description."

"Sayama isnt blond though..."

"Then we're in luck for now!" Uru cried, looking ready to cry. "They're wrong. So...so we can still fix this!"

Yamato just watched the upset alien, wondering if he should try to comfort him. But how? He himself was a mess inside, though he was too numb at the moment to notice. He just knew Sayama was in danger, that HE was in danger.

Without another word, Uru stalked towards the door. Yamato blinked in disbelief and grabbed for the boy's shoulder. "H-Hey! Wait, where are you-"

"I need to go protect her!"

Something sharp stung Yamato's chest briefly. "That's MY job! I can do it, you don't need to-"

Uru spun on him, eyes ablaze with desperate fury and glowing a faint red. "I AM GOING TO DO IT!"

For a moment, the brunette didn't know what to say. He'd never seen the redhead this worked up, he'd never been afraid of him before. Well, he had, but not to this extent. Uru's shoulders tensed, and he felt a lump rise in his throat.

"I-I'll be back every now and then, but I'm going to protect her. I need to do this, I-I..." he turned away, and Yamato wasn't sure who this neurotic boy was anymore. "Bye for now." he murmured and fled the room.

Yamato stared out the open door, watching the boy dart away in his clothing. There was panic rising in his chest, but mostly, he felt a sudden emptiness. This was the first time since Uru had entered his life that he'd been this upset. He didn't know what to do or say now...

000

Life proceeded smoothly from then on. Yamato woke up, he dressed, he ate and he left his apartment without the fear of an alien being caught in his closet. He went to school, and chatted with Lune, and all was at ease.

The only thing that reminded Yamato of the danger that chased him and his beloved Sayama were the murders. They didn't stop after Misaya, or any other girl. In fact, the murders became more frequent.

Yamato himself was uneasy, and often toted around the sick fear that tonight might be the night Sayama was targeted. Sure, everything was at ease outwardly, and no one expressed the fear. But he knew otherwise.

Uru, occasionally, would pop up. He would smile, and ask how Yamato had been. Yamato would always reply the same.

"Like shit. Is she okay? How is it going? Is she okay?"

A dark look would lurk in the redhead's eyes, and he'd carefully assure Yamato that Sayama was perfectly fine. Yamato trusted Uru's word. Uru would stay long enough to eat, brief his friend on the events, and would then leave.

It was a stressful, long week for Yamato. During the day, he knew nothing other than that Sayama was still in school. At night, he knew even less and didn't sleep well. He wanted to help Uru protect Sayama, he wanted to make sure she was okay. But he knew, somehow he knew, it wouldn't be wise to barge in.

He didn't want to burden Uru, not when she was on the line.

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d-done for now....this was filler from filler hell. i hate writing filler, cuz its just unfun XD;; though, there were a few things that were fun to write...(snickers)

omake~

uru: maaaaster~ zzz...zzz
yamato: what?! master?!
uru: (nuzzles) =w=.....PLZGODDONTDOIT!!!
yamato: oAo
uru: (cries in sleep) I'LL HAVE THE RENT TOMORROW, PLZ DONT DO IT MR. BUNNYYYYYY!!!!!
yamato: D8 wtf are you dreaming about! (shakes awake)
uru: oAo....oh, sorry, nightmare =w=;;
yamato: o__o......right...

yamato: i'm coming in there!!!
uru: I'M HAVING A PRIVATE MOMENT D8 screw off!!
yamato:...private...moment? (shatters)

yamato: i'm home-...uru?
uru: C8....(watching barney)
yamato:...ohgawd
uru: wha? oh, sorry =w= the news wasnt on yet so i...

sayama: lune, i've come to cheer you up like good people do!
lune: Dl;; (drawing yamato/lune porn) U-UH!!!
sayama: (stares at).....
lune:.....
sayama: i never saw a thing.
lune: ;;

end~