A:N/ This chapter is inspired by Someone you love by Lewis Capaldi. This could be read as a stand alone chapter, or a companion piece to the last chapter. Hope you enjoy it.

Someone You Love

Saruhiko Fushimi was in love. He had never been in love before, in fact, he tended to hate most people. But he was in love with Misaki Yata, and was sure that everyone knew it. Everyone that is, except for the red headed idiot. But he didn't mind that, because wither the other boy knew how he felt for him or not, Saruhiko was positive that he loved him back.

Growing up, he had never felt what it was like to be loved. There was no affection from a doting mother. No, his mother barely even cared if he was alive. She wasn't a cruel woman, she just was never able to bond with her son as a baby, and as he got older, she always found herself busy elsewhere.

To be honest though, he preferred the casual neglect he received from his mother to the cruel attention of his father. That man was a monster. There was just something inside of him that was broken. His mother was broken too, but not in the same way. She was broken in a way that made her uncappable of loving her own child. Niki, was broken in a way that made him hate his son.

Most fathers feel pride when they see their sons for the first time. Niki, however, felt pride in reminding his son that the first time he had laid eyes on him he thought he looked like an ugly monkey, and that's why he came up with his name. He was never interested in caring for the boy, only tormenting him.

The oldest memories that Fushimi had, were of his fathers cruelty. Usually just his cold words, pinpointing where to hits the child to cause maximum pain. But as he got older, the cruel words turned to shoving, and hitting. But Niki was smart. He never hurt his son in a way that would be noticed. Never left bruises, or cuts, or any marks that might be viewed as suspicious.

Saruhiko held a cold distain for his mother, but he fucking hated that man. He knew it was only a matter of time until he was able to leave that house, and never have to look at either of his parents again. And he was holding on to that day with white knuckles. He was going suffer through whatever he had to, the pain, the torment, the constant feeling of being alone and unlovable, but he was going to make it.

That's when Misaki barged into his life. Or, more accurately, his bathroom stall. He had been skipping class, hiding out in one of the bathroom, playing video games on his laptop. He was sure nobody would catch him, but out of nowhere, he saw the face of one of his classmates popping up over the side of the stall. He recognized him from his class, but really didn't want to be bothered. He was trying to win after all.

When it became clear that the other boy wasn't going to go away, he invited him into his stall, and the red head seemed to leap at the invitation. If only he had known, that simply letting the smaller male into his bathroom, would put a crack in the wall that he had spent years building around himself.

For several weeks after their chance encounter, while they both skipped class, Fushimi had kept his distance from the other male. He found his constant energy to be annoying, and his inability to shut up grated on his nerves. He wasn't used to having people around him, so someone like Misaki… well it was best to ignore him.

It wasn't until he got sick, that he considered the fact that, maybe they could actually be friends. He had missed several days of school, when his classmate showed up on his doorstep in possession of his missed school work. Upon seeing how poorly the taller boy was doing, the red head had usured him up to his room, and proclaimed the he would take care of him.

Nobody had ever taken care of him when he was sick before, and he didn't know what to think about it. He was sure that Misaki wasn't really going to stick around and take care of him, but every time he called for him, he had returned to his room with a smile, and reassured him that he wasn't going anywhere. He eventually had drifted off to sleep, as the smells from the kitchen made their way to his room.

He, unfortunately, wasn't able to get much rest, as he was awakened by the sound of Niki's voice calling for him. He didn't want to deal with that man. Why couldn't he just die? Everything would be better for him if he did.

But, then he heard him say that he was going to put a praying mantis in Misaki's mouth. He had completely forgotten that his classmate had even come over and was surprised that he was still there. What surprised him more, was how quickly he darted out of bed and sprinted to the kitchen, where the other to occupants of the house were standing.

He barely knew the red head, and couldn't really say that he even liked him all that much, but he had been the first person to ever show any concern for the dark haired boy, the first person that cared, and he couldn't NOT protect him.

Looking back, it was probably when they stood on the porch together, as the rain fell down, that he fell in love with the smaller male. Of course he didn't realize it at the time, but the way the shorter male looked up at him, made his heart beat a little faster. What he did realize, however, was that by protecting the boy in front of himself, he had shown his cards to his father. This boy, with hazel eyes that seemed to look into his soul, was a weakness, and Niki now knew that.

As his new friend, his first friend, waved goodbye, he dreaded the fresh hell that awaited him inside. He wasn't surprised to see his slightly older look alike sitting on the steps waiting for him to come in with a manic smile.

He wished this man would just die, and he had no problem telling him as much.

Over the next several months, his friendship with Misaki seemed to flourish. He knew the, surprisingly, older boy hated being called by his given name, but he also knew, that he was the only one who would get away with calling him by it.

They had, on a handful of occasions, hung out with Fushimi's second cousin Aya. It was obvious that his friend had a crush on the girl, though she clearly didn't return the feeling. The way it made him feel, when he saw the way the red head would look at her, was something he didn't understand, and he didn't like it. He wanted to be the only one that he looked at like that.

That's why it made him happy when they were able to spend time together without her, and over time, it began to happen more and more. Then, after some more time, she was never with them anymore. And he was just fine with that.

It became a common occurrence for him to stay the night at the red heads house. Unlike his, it was small and cramped and noisy. Always so noisy. And with Misaki's two siblings always running around they rarely got any type of privacy. Yet, he kind of enjoyed being around, and sometimes feeling like part of, a normal, happy, family. Not to mention the fact that, since Minoru shared a room with him, there was no where else for Saruhiko to sleep, other than in his friend's bed.

He refused to let the shorter male stay at his house. It became a bit of an unspoken rule between the two of them. Fushimi never invited the red head over, and Misaki never asked if he could come over. He wasn't sure if he was trying to protect his friend from Niki, or if he was protecting himself from the inevitable look of pity he would receive when he was no longer able to hide what happened in his house.

It was just before their middle school graduation, that Misaki had asked him if he wanted to move n together. Just the two of them. He could finally get away from his monster of a father, and he would be stupid not to take that opportunity. And, at first, it was amazing. It was him and his best friend. Just the two of them against the world, and it was probably the happiest he had ever been in his life. Having somebody that truly cared about him, being with him, still looked at him with admiration, and something more, even on one of his bad days.

It only seemed to get better when he found out his father died. He knew he should be sad, that was the normal reaction to something like that, but he couldn't muster even an ounce of sorrow. But he still didn't feel any relief. It was like that man left something behind to taunt him. Like he would never really be rid of him.

He reflected on all of this, as he sat in the corner of Bar Homra, watching all of his clansmen. It was an odd idea to him. That he was supposed to trust these people. That they were a family. His experience with family made him second guess everything that they did. Any kindness they showed him, was met with suspicion.

The dark haired boy eyed his new king, as the older male patted Misaki on the head, garnering one of the biggest smiles that Saru had ever seen on the red head's face. He immediately felt a sharp pain in his chest, and as much as he wanted to ignore it, he knew what it was. Jealousy. He was jealous, because he was the one that the red head should look at like that. Why wasn't he looking at HIM like that. Who was Mikoto Suoh to deserve a look like that?

Sighing, he got up from his seat at the bar, and made his way to the exit, planning on heading back to his apartment. He barely made it out the door, before he felt a hand on his wrist. Turning, he saw a pair of hazel eyes looking up at him. He should have known it would be Misaki, or Yata as the other members called him. Who else would care enough to follow him?

"Hey Saru, where are you going? I thought we were going to hang out tonight?" the smaller boy questioned, keeping his grip on his friend.

Saruhiko adjusted his glasses, and clicked his tongue before answering. "I'm really surprised you even noticed me leaving. I thought you were too busy acting like an attention starved puppy for Suoh." He didn't know why he said that. Sure, it was exactly what he was feeling, but he very rarely actually talked to the smaller boy like that. Was very rarely honest with him.

"Don't be like that." The red head said, finally letting go, and taking a step back, before stepping forward again, this time even closer. "I know we haven't been spending as much time together lately. Would you like to spend tomorrow together? Just the two of us?"

With another click of his tongue, and a roll of his eyes, he put a hand on Misaki's head, in a similar way to how their king had just minutes before. "Sure. Tomorrow." He turned around and headed home. He knew it would be a few hours until the smaller boy would come home too.

He had gotten so used to having his best friend around, the empty apartment seemed so much lonelier now that he wasn't there with him. He had gotten so used to being needed, wanted, he didn't know what to do now that Misaki had his new friends. So much of who he was, was in relation to his partnership with the red head, that he struggled to know who he was when he wasn't around.

The next morning, he woke up to a small red head climbing up into his bed, and practically jumping on him. "Misaki? What?" he questioned as the smaller boy bounced on him.

"Come on Saru." Misaki said to his partner. "Wake up. We're spending the whole day together. Remember?"

That's right. They had agreed to hang out. That didn't mean this little ball of energy needed to wake him up first thing. Fushimi was very much not a morning person, and even though he was looking forward to their time together, that didn't mean he wanted to get up.

Reaching out, he grasped his friend by the front of his shirt, and yanked him down against his laying form, before pulling the blanket over their heads. Snuggling into the smaller body, he breathed in his scent. "Five more minute." He whispered, closing his eyes, and enjoying the warmth of the body pressed up against him.

Yata, gave a small laugh, before tucking a strand of dark hair behind his partner's ear, leaning forward so that their heads gently touched. "I'll give you ten." Was his soft reply.

They actually stayed curled up together, for longer than ten minutes. They stayed in silence, enjoying the peace of listening to each others breathing until they both slipped back to sleep.

Fushimi was the first of the two to wake back up, and watched the smaller boy as he continued to sleep for several minutes, before gently shaking him awake. He didn't really want to, since it was the first time in weeks that they had been so close to each other, and he wasn't really ready for it to end. But, his stomach was starting to growl, and he knew that he wouldn't be the only one hungry.

Shoving the smaller boy's should, he tried to jostle him awake. "Wake up." It may have seemed harsh, but he knew that was the only way he was getting his friend to wake up.

With a few more shoves, hazel eyes finally opened. "I'm hungry." Was all that came out of his mouth. Typical.

The two of them got out of bed, and began to get ready for the day in relative silence. Saruhiko enjoyed these moments. The times when he could just watch the others movements without worrying that twenty practical strangers might catch him. It was interesting. For all his bolstering, and his rough manner, Misaki had a very delicate way of doing just about everything. It was one of the things he loved most about him. "Ready to go?" he questioned when they were both fully dressed. Receiving a nod, they made their way out the door.

They went to a local café, Fushimi being careful not to pick a spot frequented by the other Homra members. They sat and enjoyed their food, making small talk while they ate. Eventually, their conversation made its way to the subject of their king. Yata was gushing about something amazing that the older male had done the day before, as the dark haired boy's attention zoned out.

It was at that moment, that he saw someone, who he knew COULDN'T be there. Standing across the street, watching them, stood Niki. His hands were in his pockets, as he leaned against the wall behind him, a smirk on his face. This wasn't possible.

Suddenly, his attention was brought back to the male in front of him, as he called out his name. "I'm sorry?" he said, having completely missed what had just been being said to him.

"Are you ok?" the red head questioned, clearly concerned, as he reached across the table and took his friend's hand.

"I'm fine." Saruhiko said, with a shake of his head. "Thought I saw someone, but I was wrong." He glanced out the window, but his father was already gone. "You were saying?"

Giving a skeptical look Yata pulled his hand back an continued his story. "I was just saying how cool it was when Mr. Mikoto took out those guys yesterday. There where like ten of them, and whoosh, he took them all out at once." He said smiling.

"Yeah sure." The taller male said, taking a bite of his food. "Hey, can we talk about something else?" he questioned. He really didn't want his alone time with the boy in front of him to be spent talking about their dear leader.

"Are you sure you're ok?" the red head asked. He was sure something was up with his partner.

Clicking his tongue, the younger of the two stabbed at his food with his fork. "I'm fine. I just don't see the need to talk about Mikoto Suoh all the time. Can we just change the subject?" Why did it always seem like the red king was the only thing that his friend was interested in anymore? Wasn't he good enough?

"Dude, I don't get what your problem is. What is going on with you?"

Here we go. He's going to defend his precious king's honor. Typical Misaki. No, this wasn't how Misaki behaved. This was how Yata behaved. And he hated it. When he got like this, he wasn't the same person he had been friends with for years. Wasn't the same person he fell in love with.

He was about to tell him exactly what he thought about Suoh, but the sound of a phone ringing cut him off. He watched as the red head pushed a button on his watch to answer the ringing. He heard as their second in command said that they were needed at the bar, before the phone call ended.

Yata flagged down their waitress. "Can we have the check, please?" he questioned.

"What are you doing?" Saruhiko asked, as the woman walked away. "We have plans."

The red head pulled out his wallet, clearly getting ready to leave. "Mr. Izumo said that they needed us. Come on."

"No."

"Why are you being like this?"

"Because, we had plans. You promised that today was just going to be the two of us. I'm tired of everything being about Homra. And I'm tired of everything being about Suoh." Fushimi stayed seated, as his partner made his way to his feet.

"He's our king." The red head said, as though it explained everything. "They need us. We need to get going."

"I'm not going." He took another bite of his breakfast, before locking eyes with the man he loved. "But if you feel like you need to, then you go." He knew what the smaller boy's choice was going to be, before he even offered it to him. He had seen this coming for some time now. He knew Yatagarasu would pick Homra over him. Because that's who this was now.

"Whatever." Yata snapped, throwing money on the table, before turning around to leave.

Fushimi bit the inside of his cheek until it bled, as he watched his partner turn his back and walk away. He had been replaced. Now there was nobody that cared about him anymore. He looked out of the window, and once again saw his father.

Making sure there was enough money sitting on the table, he walked out of the café, and crossed the street to where he had just seen Niki. He was gone again. Of course he was. He was dead after all. But why was he seeing him?

He heard something in the alleyway just around the corner, and went to investigate. Seeing the figure of a dark haired male, caused him to walk further into the darkness.

"Sa-Ru-Hi-Ko." He heard a taunting voice call out to him.

No. No. This has to be his imagination. Looking around, he tried to pinpoint where the voice was coming from, but wasn't able to find the source.

"What's the matter Saruhiko?" the voice questioned, still mocking him. "You did know this would happen, didn't you? You had to know that you wouldn't be good enough for him."

"Shut up." He snapped

"You were just something new and shiny. Now he has something newer and shinier. He has a KING now. He doesn't need you anymore."

"That's not true." He didn't want to believe what the voice was saying, but it was hard when he already felt that way.

"Yes it is." Finally the form of his doppelganger stepped out of the shadows. "Why would he need you? You're weak. You're pathetic. He'd be so much better off without you."

"I said shut up." The younger male was starting to get frantic now. "You don't know what you're talking about. He needs me!"

"No." said the mocking voice. "You need him, but he doesn't need you. He's never needed you."

"Leave me alone!" Saruhiko screamed, as he slammed his fist into the nearby wall. When he looked back at his father, the man was once again gone. He glanced down, at his ripped open knuckles, then, began scanning the alleyway, making sure the other male was really gone.

Saruhiko sat in the back seat of a black car, being driven to the Scepter 4 dorms. After all, that was where he would be living, now that he decided to leave Homra. Decided to leave Misaki. He couldn't stay there anymore. Couldn't watch everyday as his Misaki pulled further and further away from him, only to become the red clan's Yatagarasu.

He placed a hand over the scorched skin, where his Homra tattoo had been. Where it had been until he had burned it off before his best friend. He hadn't planned on doing that to himself, but he needed to do something to stop the pain he felt from seeing the hatred in the red head's hazel eyes. Physical pain was something he could handle, but, he couldn't handle the feeling in his chest that came when Misaki said he hated him. That he wanted to kill him.

So, he had done the only thing he could do to distract himself from the feeling of loosing the only friend he ever had. And if he was completely honest, he had also done it to hurt Yata. To make him feel some semblance of the pain he was feeling. In one swift, painful, moment, he burnt away his past, and as he walked away from the angry red head, he also walked away from the ashes of the person he used to be.

As the car pulled up in front of the Scepter 4 dormitory, he wondered what his new life would be like. He had no family. No friends. And he highly doubted that he would be making any, now that he would be branded as a traitor. He doubted any of them would ever trust him.

He continued to think about it as he was led to the room that he would be living in from now on. He was hesitant to call it his new home, as he had only ever really had one home, and that was with a certain little red head with shining hazel eyes, that used to look at him with admiration.

He was left alone in his new room, told to make himself comfortable and to make it his own. But, being alone was the last thing he wanted, because all it did give him time to think. Think about how much he already missed Misaki. About how he had already been missing his best friend for some time. About how he hated Mikoto Suoh for taking away the only person who ever cared about him. About how much it hurt.

He sat on a bare mattress, and pulled out one of his knives, swirling it around his fingers to distract himself. As his mind continued to wonder to all the things he would rather leave buried, the blade caught his eye. He stopped his movements, and stared at the razor sharp instrument in his hand. Physical pain had helped block the emotional anguish he felt once before, even if only temporarily, and he wondered if it would work again.

Holding the blade to his wrist, he began to apply pressure. Not enough to cause serious damage, but enough to cut through his pale flesh. The first slice stung, but it was the second one, that was much deeper, that really hurt. He focused all his attention on that feeling. On that pain. And for a few brief moments, he was able to forget about everything else.