I'm addicted to the way you hurt, the way you contradict me
I swear everything looks worse at night, I think I'm overthinking~~
It had been about three months since Yata had the encounter with Fushimi in the alley, and three months since he had enrolled at that dreaded college. Everything had been rather boring lately. To his surprise, Fushimi actually stayed away from him for the most part, unless they ran into each other in the bathroom. If that happened, it was back to his wicked little games that often messed with Yata's head. Nothing messed with his head more than that day Fushimi had not only saved his life, but also kissed him so suddenly. That was an incident Yata still hadn't told anyone about, not even Tatara. He was too embarrassed to say anything about it, plus it would probably just cause more questions to come up.
If Yata were to be honest, he was relieved that Fushimi was leaving him alone, but at the same time it was irritating him. He had been watching the raven rather closely and he was sure the other was hiding something from him. He was sure this guy had more information that he refused to tell and that irritated him more than the fact that they were in the same school. Sighing in frustration, Yata placed his head down on his desk. He was in his final class of the day, the only class he shared with his old friend. Over the last three months, Yata had stayed true to his word. He had gotten himself back in shape, put on a bit more weight, and even stopped being so clumsy on his skateboard, however he still had the constant battles with his head. Such battles made things difficult on some days, but the chestnut haired male refused to allow himself to fall again.
However, today was not a day where his mind was being friendly to him. He had continuously tried to fight the urge to walk out of school, but he finally found that he couldn't fight it anymore. Letting out a groan, Yata got himself to his feet and grabbed his bag off the ground. After texting Tatara and telling him that he was leaving, the small omega shoved his hands into his pockets and left the room, despite the teacher calling after him. He wanted to get out of here and he wanted to do it fast. Growling lowly, Yata took the white colored headphones from his neck and slid them over his ears. He wanted to clear his head and music seemed like the best way to go while he left the building.
Back in the classroom, Fushimi had watched Yata leave in what seemed like frustration. As much as he had wanted to mess with the omega more than he had been, he was doing his best to remain distant from the other. The Pink Clan was getting closer with each day that passed, forcing Fushimi to stay on guard, but not only that, he felt that it was finally time to tell his dear Misaki the truth. He wasn't sure if the boy would believe him or not, but it was worth a shot. Maybe with all this information, he would be less stressed out about the situation. Yata deserved to know the truth. It was the least Fushimi could do after all the pain he had caused the other.
With his mind made up, the raven grabbed his own bag and ran out the door. Naturally the teacher had yelled at him as well, but he brushed it off. He had to catch up with Yata before something happened to him. He knew that clan was waiting for the omega to be by himself so they could snatch him up. The only reason they hadn't gotten him yet was because Fushimi had continuously watched from a distance to keep them from putting their disgusting hands on HIS Misaki. Unfortunately for him, Yata was nowhere in the hallways, meaning he must have already made his way outside. He was definitely a speedy guy, meaning Fushimi would have to push himself to catch up to him.
Once Yata had finally made his way outside, he turned to go in the opposite direction of Homra. He isn't ready to go back yet, not when he feels like he's teetering on the edge of a breakdown. He'd rather the others not see him walk in like that. Instead, he decided to start heading to a park on the opposite side of town, one of the many places he would disappear to in order to help clear his head. The place was normally quiet, so it gave him time to be alone with his thoughts. The omega's gaze shifted toward the sky as he shoved his hands in his pockets, slowly continuing his journey to the location he wanted. He was so zoned out, he didn't even detect that he was being followed by someone.
The one following Yata hadn't been Fushimi, but the very man who had tried to apprehend him a few months ago. Lucien had been keeping a close eye on Yata ever since the day Scepter 4 got in his way. If they hadn't, by now he and his clan would have their boss was becoming rather impatient now, and over the last few months, the little vanguard had regained his strength so he wouldn't be as easy to capture. Growling lowly, Lucien continued to trail Yata in the shadows, unaware that someone else had been right behind him as well.
With each second that passed, Yata continued to make his way to the park. By now, his body was practically trembling as painful memories continued to haunt his mind. The memories of when Fushimi had left him back in high school, the day Tatara had been shot, and the very day Fushimi had actually saved his life, kissed him and then started avoiding him once again. He didn't know how many times he would allow that damn monkey to cause him so much pain. It seemed that no matter what, he always ended up hurting in the end. He was growing rather sick of it all, but he wasn't sure what to do about it.
As the park came into view, the chestnut haired boy let out a small sigh, soon coming to a stop by a rather large tree that provided plenty of shade to rest in. The omega slowly lowered himself into the soft grass beneath him, leaning back against the tree to rest his head against the base of it. It was quiet, just like he thought it would be. No one was around, yet in the distance he could hear a gentle rumbling of thunder. Glancing toward the sky, Yata noticed that gray colored clouds had started to form. He must have missed the part where it was supposed to rain today, but that didn't bother him either. If anything, the rain would only help him relax even more.
At this point, his mind was slowly starting to clear, the painful memories were starting to slowly fade away. Luckily he had managed to keep himself from fully breaking down this time, however he hadn't been able to keep himself from allowing a few tears to slide down his cheeks. After that day with Fushimi, Yata had been doing his best to keep all of his emotions bottled up, though it hadn't been easy. It seemed that the bottle was slowly starting to overflow, meaning he probably wouldn't be able to keep himself together much longer. If he were going to burst, he'd rather do it out here, away from everyone else.
"So this is where you like to hide whenever you're about to break…" A voice spoke in what sounded like a mocking tone. Yata's head snapped up instantly, only to find himself staring at the very face he did not want to see, or at least one of them. A man with long silver hair stood before him, his arms crossed over his chest and that familiar sickening smirk was plastered on his face. Yata wiped away the stray tears quickly and forced himself to his feet. After removing his headphones from his ears, he sent a glare toward the man in front of him.
"You followed me here, you fucker…" Though he had been close to sobbing, he managed to maintain his normal voice, granted it had been difficult. The air suddenly grew colder around them, raindrops started falling at a slow pace as the two of them stood there in a standoff.
"You seem to have improved since the last time we met. Maybe instead of running away, you'll actually be a bit more of a challenge." Lucien chuckled softly, his arms lowering to his sides. "This time, I won't let you escape from me."
"Heh...big talk coming from a guy who had to run away from Scepter 4 of all people." Yata scoffed softly, rolling his hazel colored eyes in annoyance. "Regardless, your attempts will end the same as they did last time, only I don't plan on running away. Those bastards won't be showing up either."
"Hmm… You're pretty damn cocky for such a small boy. Usually omegas aren't so confident, a majority of them stay close to their alphas but it also seems that you haven't been claimed by one yet. That could work in our favor." Lucien tilted his head to the side, his eyes roaming over Yata's small form. This one was definitely a strange omega, but that made things more interesting.
"Oi...don't go bringing my size into this. I've taken down guys bigger than you by my damn self. You honestly think I need some damn alpha to protect me? Don't make me laugh." Yata spat out. He hated being seen as some weak omega, especially by bastards like this.
"Mmm, last time you seemed to need one because of how fragile you were, but now I think you'll be able to hold your own at least for a little while… I wonder how long it will take you to burn out though." Lucien's purple colored eyes looked as if they were filled with excitement, a little too much excitement if Yata were to be honest.
"I'm done talking with you. I won't burn out as quickly as I would have a few months ago…" Yata clenched his fists tightly, his glare never fading. Though he didn't have a weapon on him, his size gave him a bit of a speed advantage plus he could use his aura a lot more than he could have a few months ago. Hand to hand combat on foot wasn't his best fighting style but for now it would have to do since he didn't have his skateboard or one of his weapons.
"Come then… Show me that fiery passion. Don't disappoint me little boy." Lucien grinned widely, watching as Yata removed his bag and jacket only to drop them both to the ground. The rain had started falling a bit harder, soaking through their clothes. That last comment had Yata's anger practically burning. If there was one thing he hated more than being called by his first name, it was being mocked for his height.
Finally, Yata made his move. With his aura now surrounding his form, he charged toward the smirking man. Pulling his fist back, he sent the first punch toward Lucien, his fist completely enveloped in pinkish red flames. Grinning slightly, Lucien held his hand up, catching Yata's small fist with ease. Of course this wouldn't be easy. The shorter male hadn't expected it to be. It had been quite some time since he had been in a full on fight like this, and if he were to be honest, he felt a bit of excitement starting to build.
Soon, the two of them were exchanging blows left and right, red and pink auras shone brightly through the heavy rain. For the most part, Lucien seemed to stay on the defensive, while Yata continued to try and throw punches and kicks with as much speed and accuracy as possible without burning through too much energy. Though, Lucien countered with attacks, managing to land a couple on the boy's face, shoulder and even chest. The final blow to his chest, had Yata stumbling backwards slightly. He was panting hard, blood ran down the side of his lip where Lucien had managed to hit his face, but he ignored it.
"What's wrong, little one? Are you running out of steam?" Lucien asked in a teasing tone. He hadn't even broken a sweat, but his own face had actually taken a couple of hits, plus his clothing had ended up slightly burnt. Other than that, he seemed to be standing just fine, not even panting yet.
"In your fucking dreams…" Yata hissed. Though he didn't want to admit it, his energy was slowly fading. He had to do something to end this quickly before he hit his limit. Just as he was about to make another move, Lucien suddenly moved first, this time much faster than before.
Yata threw his arms up quickly, blocking the hit that had been coming directly at his face. It seemed this guy had been holding himself back the entire time, which really irritated him. With his arms blocking his face, it ended up leaving the rest of him completely exposed, allowing Lucien to lift his foot and send a harsh kick directly into the omega's stomach. The impact was hard enough to send him flying backwards, his back crashing into the very tree he had been leaning against moments ago. He coughed harshly, only to end up spitting out more blood. This wasn't good. As he tried to get to his feet, Lucien was suddenly at his side once again. This time, the silver haired male delivered a harsh punch to the side of Yata's head, sending him sliding through the damp grass and landing on his side. What was happening to him? Why was he suddenly unable to read this guy's movements?
"It's over, little one. It's time for you to come with me." Lucien spoke in a low tone. His voice came from behind Yata this time. As he tried to push himself up, a heavy foot came down on his side, holding him in place. Thanks to that last punch, his vision was starting to go blurry. It couldn't end here...it just couldn't.
"How many times do I have to tell you…? Don't touch my Misaki…"
~~I don't care who I might hurt along the way, I'm fuckin' sinking
Into every word, I don't care if you're lyin' when I'm drinking~~
Hey beans! Chapter eleven is finally finished! Sorry it took a bit, I've slowly drifted back to sleeping a lot more because seasonal depression is smacking me harder than regular depression does ~ However, things are slowly improving, so nothing to worry about! Anyways, thank you all for the supportive comments on this story! I'm really glad to see you guys enjoying it. You're all so wonderful and I really appreciate you! Anyways, I'm going to stop rambling now. I'll do my best to update again as soon as possible! Thank you so much for reading and I'll see you in the next update!
~~MaskedNinja