So that's what this was to him. This was all just some sick game for his twisted pleasures, at least that's what it was seeming like. The very thought made Yata sick. It was becoming more difficult to resist the urge to punch this bastard right in the face. He had so many mixed emotions, he couldn't even count them all at that moment. He knew for sure he was pissed, and maybe a bit freaked out. The shorter male suddenly snapped out of his thoughts when he felt a hand tightly grasp his chin. He growled lowly and tried to pull his face back, but the grip only tightened.

"Misaki, is that any way to act around me? It's been four years since we last encountered each other. I figured you'd be thrilled to see me." Fushimi's cold, teasing voice hit his ears causing him to shudder slightly.

"Thrilled to see you? Why would I be thrilled to see you, you bastard!?" Yata's voice started to rise and his anger was getting worse. At this rate, he would probably start spouting bits of his aura, which meant he could risk a fire in the school. He had to get himself away from Fushimi and quickly.

"You used to always be so thrilled to see me. You would hang on me every single day with the cutest smile on your face. Now you're wearing a face that really doesn't suit you. That nasty glare doesn't go well with your facial features." Fushimi hummed softly. He was really trying to get a rise out of Yata and it seemed to be working pretty well.

"That was before you fucking betrayed me… Get your damn hands off of me too!" Yata finally smacked Fushimi's hand away and quickly got himself to his feet. He had to get out of here and right now. He quickly reached down and lifted his bag over his shoulder before bolting out of the room. He had to get back to Homra. He couldn't stand being in the same room as that fucker. Not after what happened between them. Under normal circumstances, Yata would have punched Fushimi right in the face, but right now he was still in a lot of pain from yesterday. As far as the shorter male was concerned, Fushimi was nothing more than a liar and a traitor, someone who couldn't be trusted.

As the doors of the building came into view, Yata was sure he would get out of this place without any extra problems. However that was ripped away from him right as he ran outside. Right as the door closed behind him, he received a harsh blow to his side, sending him flying across the sidewalk. Dammit, this was not what he needed right now. Growling lowly, Yata pushed himself to his knees only to send a glare at who dared to jump him like this. The person who attacked him was someone he had never seen before. They were a bit on the tall side, with silver hair that just barely passed their shoulders, and dark purple eyes. They also had a creepy looking smirk on their face, something that made Yata shudder about as bad as when Fushimi had touched him earlier. Who the hell was this person?

"Hey fucker...what's the big idea?" Yata hissed as he forced himself to his feet. "You got some nerve jumpin' me like that…"

"Ah you definitely have quite a bit of energy. My sources from yesterday weren't wrong about that, but you're weaker than we were hoping. It seems you've really let yourself go." That voice...it sounded really creepy. It was a bit deeper, but had a chillingly sweet sound to it. What the hell did this guy want from him?

"Sources from yesterday…? Wait! Then you know that masked bastard who attacked me and Tatara! That asshole nearly killed Tatara!" Now the shorter male was extremely pissed off. This stranger knew who had nearly killed Tatara yesterday.

"Ah, that boy was indeed an accident. You were the target after all, he just got in the way. If things had gone a bit differently, we would have already had you in our possession. However...there was a bit of an interruption…" The silver haired man suddenly had an irritated expression as he started to approach Yata. "You see, our boss is rather pissed that you weren't apprehended yesterday, however he does like a challenge."

"Who the hell are you and who's your boss? Also what the hell do you want with me?" Yata had several questions, but he didn't really want to wait for an answer. He wanted to beat the shit out of this cocky bastard so he could get home.

"Me? My name is Lucien. It's a pleasure to meet such a feisty young man such as yourself. Honestly, I'm glad my scout failed yesterday. Now I have the honor of getting you myself." A sickening smirk appeared on Lucien's face as he started to step a little closer to Yata. "Now little kitten...are you going to come quietly or are you going to run. I know you're in no condition to fight after all. If you want to run, you better start now."

"Tell me why you're after me! Who is your main target!?" That was the main answer he wanted. He wanted to know who they truly wanted to get their hands on. Instead of an answer, he only got a simple laugh, along with the silver haired male shaking his head slightly.

"Now that's a secret. Such information is something I can't give to you. Besides, I think this particular person already knows they're a target, otherwise they wouldn't have interrupted yesterday." This guy was really pissing Yata off, even more than Fushimi had. His aura was already starting to surround his body. He knew he couldn't allow himself to get too out of control. If he did that, there was a high chance he would pass out and be done for.

"You really like beating around the bush, dontcha? You say the person you're after came and stopped your scout from taking me yesterday. If that's the case then why didn't you get them yesterday?" Yata asked as he started to back up slightly. Running was his best option right now, even if he hated running from a fight.

"Ah you see, our target is fairly powerful… Blackmail is going to be the only way to get our hands on him. You're the blackmail after all. Once we have you, we know he'll come running." Lucien hummed softly before stretching his arms out. "Anyways, that's enough questions for now. You should probably get running if you're going to do it."

A powerful target huh? What if it was Mikotot? He knew if that were the case, their leader wouldn't say anything to risk worrying them. If it was Mikoto, then Yata couldn't go back to Homra with this guy trailing him. He'd have to make some kind of detour in hopes of losing this creepy bastard. Without thinking any longer, Yata turned on his heels and took off down the sidewalk. He had to lose this guy and quickly but the pain in his side was making itself known, which was making running a bit more difficult. He hissed in pain, but pushed himself to continue. He couldn't stop now.

Back at the school, Fushimi had watched the entire incident from the window. He clenched his fist tightly and turned to hurry out the door. That man, the raven sensed that he was familiar in some way, but he couldn't figure out how. When he had been attacked four years ago, he never did see the one who got him. The only true memory he had was the color pink before darkness. He only knew they were after him because he kept getting creepy letters after the incident had happened. After he had left Homra, Munakata had revealed who had attacked him and why. Ever since then, Fushimi had been secretly watching Yata from a distance, granted he had missed the part where they would end up attending the same school until yesterday.

Now he had to figure out a way to get Yata away from that creep without being detected. It wouldn't be easy unless he called for some kind of back up. That didn't sound like a very good plan, but at this rate he didn't see what other choice he had. It would be the best way to distract the man chasing after Yata. Clenching his jaw, the raven pulled his phone out and dialed the number of the captain. After a couple of rings, he finally heard a voice on the other end of the line.

"Munakata speaking."

"It's Fushimi. I need a couple people for backup. I believe I have another member of that new clan in sight and they're after Misaki. I need to get him distracted so I can get Misaki out of his sight." Fushimi spoke quickly as he ran out the doors of the school and started heading down the sidewalk. "We're heading East, away from Homra. There's an old junkyard that would be the perfect place to get him."

"I must say, I'm surprised you're wanting to go through such an effort, Fushimi. However if that's what you wish then I'll send a couple of soldiers over there to intercept him. Once he's stopped, get around him and get Yata out of sight. Meanwhile, I'll call Suoh and let him know what's happened." Munakata spoke in his usual calm tone as he typed in the coordinates he needed before sending them out to Awashima and Akiyama. They would be the best pair to send since he couldn't go himself.

"Don't mock me or question my reasoning for this. You of all people know I've been trying to protect him after all these years. I know he hates me now, but that's exactly what I want. That being said, I can't let him get snatched. Just hurry and get someone out here!" Fushimi shouted before hanging up his phone and putting more effort into chasing after the two. Unfortunately he didn't have his sword on him, but he did still have the hidden daggers up his sleeve from when he was in Homra. Those would have to do if he had to pick a fight.

Yata on the other hand was still doing his best to get out of this creepy guy's sight. Each time the chestnut haired male glanced over his shoulder, his eyes fell on the very man he was trying to get away from. He was hoping to lose him in the old junkyard, but it was a long shot. The pain in his side had finally started to fade as well, making it a bit easier to run but that didn't mean he could last much longer.

Finally the gate of the junkyard came into view. This was going to hopefully be his chance. As he approached the fence, his aura started to flare around him. He was hoping to use it to give him the extra boost he would need to hop the fence.

"You're not going to escape me, little man. It's hopeless!" That voice...Lucien, called from behind. Yata already hated the sound of that bastard's voice. He was positive it would haunt his dreams tonight, but he couldn't think about that right now. This was his chance.

Once he got to the fence, Yata pushed himself off the ground, his aura giving him the extra boost he needed. The chestnut haired male leapt over the fence and hit the ground on the other side. Unfortunately he ended up losing his footing, causing him to fall and roll in the dirt until he landed on his back. That had hurt, but at least he had gotten over the fence. His legs were burning from the amount of running he had done, plus he was panting hard but he couldn't stop now. He still had to get out of sight. When he tried to get himself up, a sharp pain shot through his right leg, causing him to gasp loudly. When he looked down, he saw red. He must have cut his leg on something when he landed. Damn, he could not stop with the injuries today. This meant he was stuck. He wouldn't be able to run without leaving some kind of trail.

"It looks like you've run out of steam, little one." Lucien laughed softly and got over the fence with ease. This was it...he was sure he was done for now. Yata shut his eyes tightly and waited for the silver haired male to grab him, but it never came.

"Don't make another move! You're under arrest!" A voice shouted out. It was a female's voice, one Yata was sure he had heard before. However, before he could even look, he felt himself being lifted up like a child. So much for whatever pride he had left.

"Don't let him escape." A different voice spoke. This voice was even more familiar, as if he had heard it just recently. No it couldn't be…

When Yata finally opened his eyes, he found himself in a dark alley that was fairly close to Homra. He was sitting on the ground, leaning against something warm. His leg was still sore and he didn't even remember leaving the junkyard. Had he passed out or something? He didn't remember such a thing. Groaning softly, the shorter male went to sit up, only to find an arm securely holding him by the waist.

"You're finally awake." The voice startled him. It was definitely one he knew all too well. As he slowly turned his head to finally look at who was holding onto him, he froze. Those eyes...that face…

"Saruhiko…?"

Hey beans! Chapter eight is finally done! Things are really starting to happen now! Lucien is an OC I use in different stories whenever I need some kind of bad guy. I have another OC you'll meet later on as well! He is the right hand man of the mysterious leader of this new clan and a very dangerous man. I haven't gotten his abilities fully worked out yet, but I'm hoping to get them organized within his next appearance! Anyways, thank you guys so much for all the supportive comments! I really appreciate them! You are all so sweet! Thank you all for being so patient with the updates! I'll hopefully get to update again real soon! Thank you for reading and I'll see you next time!

~~MaskedNinja