Title : Missed Calls

Pair : BananaOrange

Genre : Drama, Fluff

Summary : Surely Kouta had better things to do than worrying over nothing.

Author's Note : Yeah, I know, this pairing is just so hhngggh.. And seeing their magazine scans are really not healthy for me. It's as if I'm looking at pre-wedding photos or something.. And me couldn't stop staring and giggling at my screen. Get a room for this two, please :3

Sometimes Kaito was unable to sleep right away, especially on a night like this. A night where the peacefulness failed to calm his nerves, as his mind went back into the Helheim and the Overlords. He fiddled with his Lockseeds while thinking about the next strategy he would use to fight them.

So far, he had survived the fights although he had to work harder if he wanted to get stronger. He had to carefully divided the time to attack and the time to rest. He was still a normal human without the Driver after all.

But suddenly his phone vibrated and he was lying if he didn't get a jolt. He was currently severed his ties with the normal world, but apparently it didn't say so. Who the hell called him at this time and at this hour? Was it Zack or Peco?

As he reached the phone, the blinking screen ceased. The other party seemed to cancel his call. Kaito was confused at the behavior of the unknown caller. Missed calls were never his favorite thing. Might as well tried to phone back, since the numbers looked pretty normal.

The brown-haired man waited after a few rings, only to find a surprising voice.

"Uh. Hi, um, Kaito?"

"Kazuraba Kouta?" His sharp eyes winced, as he wondered what did the shorter man was thinking about. Calling him like this during midnight. Plus Kaito was sure he never gave Kouta his numbers. He simply didn't feel the need to make an acquaitance with him. "How did you get my number?"

"Uh.. From Peco.. A-anyway! I'm sorry to call you! I didn't mean to! I accidentally touch the green button-"

"And why do you ask for my number?" He wouldn't hold his irritation anymore. This man was always getting on his nerves for being so careless.

"I thought.. If we have each other's number, it will be easier to help? I mean, we're fighting on the same side, aren't we?"

"Who said that we're on the same side? I never asked for your help."

"Kaito.." Desperation was apparent on his voice. The dark-haired man was always like an open book, it was easy to tell what was inside his head. From their first battle, the other man always seemed to try to befriend him, for reasons unknown to Kaito. He could only thought of Kouta as his eternal rival.

"You're implying that I might need help. Well, good news for you : I don't need one. So stay away from me and stop persuading me to be your friend."

"But Kaito! If you got hurt, someone might be very sad.."

"That's none of your concern."

"..I'll be very sad, though." The brown-haired man sighed. This was one of the reason he tried to distanced himself from Kouta. The dark-haired man still naively believed that everyone who fought along with him could be called comrades. Kouta spared so many feelings for many people who didn't actually deserved his kindness. And he still couldn't understand that Kaito wasn't fighting for justice, he fought because he wanted to get stronger. That naivety was also the cause of why Kouta still couldn't detect a traitor from his circle of friends.

Kaito wanted to tell all of this thing to the dark-haired man, but he didn't feel like ranting in the middle of the night. It was exhausting, and who could guarantee that this man would finally opened his eyes to the harsh reality?

He softened his voice. "Listen, Kazuraba. I can take care of myself. I'm still alive, aren't I?"

From the silence he received, he knew Kouta was still mingled in his worries. "And it's not likely that we're not going to meet. Battles happened everywhere."

Finally the other answered him, with an unmistakably raspy voice."Yeah.. You're right.."

The man with the long coat relieved internally. "See you next time. Probably."

"Sure.. Call me if you need me, okay?"

His phone's screen was out again as he put it in his pocket. That was not what he had expected when he received a call from the man he called his rival. But somehow the brown-haired man felt better after that unintentional call. Kazuraba Kouta was a fool, but his meddlings held good intentions. Kaito proceeded to watch the moonless night as he held his yellow Lockseed up, eager to start another battle with a new determination.