That voice...that possessive tone...Yata knew it all too well.

"S-Saruhiko…?" Yata had started to lift his head, but a sharp pain caused him to place his head right back down on the wet grass beneath him. It must have been due to that punch he had received only moments before.

"Misaki, don't move." Fushimi glanced toward the curled up boy in the grass before he looked back toward Lucien, his cold blue eyes glaring directly at the man with his foot on Yata's side. How dare this man treat his Misaki in such a horrible way. The very sight of it got his blood boiling. Without hesitation, Fushimi rushed forward, faster than Lucien could even blink. Before the silver haired male knew it, a powerful blow hit him directly in the chest, sending him flying backward. With the silver haired male now off of Yata, Fushimi shrugged his jacket off and placed it over Yata's body. Due to the rain, Yata had started shivering slightly. He couldn't stay out here for much longer, or else he would probably fall ill.

Shaking his head, Fushimi carefully lifted up Yata's small form and moved him back under the tree where he would be able to stay out of the rain. He had to take care of Lucien before they could make their escape, so Yata would have to hang in there a bit longer. This Pink Clan was really starting to drive Fushimi insane, more insane than he already was. They really were trying to stop at nothing to get a hold of him, even going as far as to do such horrible things to Yata. The very thought of that made him sick. It seemed that doing what he did all those years ago in order to protect the omega had been for nothing. They had already known just how much Yata meant to him, meaning he would have ended up as a target regardless of what he did. It had all been for nothing...all the pain he caused Yata. Though, it would have happened anyways. Fushimi had already planned on leaving Homra even if this clan hadn't made themselves known. Yata would have gotten hurt regardless, but not this badly.

"So...you decided to show yourself again, Fushimi-san." Lucien had managed to get himself back to his feet, but his body was shaking from the impact of the punch. It had hurt more than he thought it would. "This would all end if you would just come with us…"

"Shut the hell up. I told you bastards to stay the hell away from Misaki…" Fushimi hadn't turned himself around yet. He was still kneeling on the ground beside Yata, who seemed to have passed out. Shaking his head, the raven brought a hand up to gently run his thumb across the cheek that was slowly starting to bruise. He had to make this guy pay and get Yata somewhere dry. Finally the raven rose to his feet and turned so that he was facing Lucien, his glare never fading from his eyes.

"If it's the only way to get you to come to us, we'll take whatever measures are necessary. This is honestly all on you, all the pain you're causing him, the hell you're putting him through. I question if you actually do care for this boy or not." Lucien rolled his eyes slightly, growing rather irritated with the entire situation.

"I told you, I refuse to become someone's fucking puppet." Fushimi growled slowly. This had to be done quickly. "Also, don't question how much I care for him. It's none of your damn business." Only he knew exactly how he felt about Yata, and judging by the boy's reaction from their last encounter, Yata still had some kind of feelings toward him as well. He could only imagine how painful such feelings must be to have, especially after everything that's happened between them.

"The longer you refuse, the more painful it will become…" Lucien was growing rather tired of this conversation, as was Fushimi. This had been dragging on for far too long, however Fushimi had a backup plan. The main goal here had been to stall this guy until his backup arrived.

"Tsk… I'm done with this conversation and I'm done with you. Make your damn move already." Fushimi huffed softly, placing a hand on his hip while remaining firmly in the spot he stood. He didn't want to move too far from Yata. For all he knew, this guy had some kind of backup in case something like this happened. Fushimi had to stay on full alert while making sure he didn't make any sudden movements. One wrong move could mean the end for both of them.

"As you wish…" Lucien chuckled lowly. Without any kind of hesitation, the silver haired male charged toward the raven who stood firmly in place. If he was lucky, he'd be able to apprehend both of them in one go.

Just as Lucien was about to strike the raven, a force suddenly blew him back once again, causing him to slide through the grass. Blinking slightly, Fushimi looked to the side to see where the blow had come from, only to have a small grin form on his face. It seemed they had gotten here faster than he originally thought they would. They must have been together or something, not that Fushimi was surprised. Nothing could get past him, not even a 'secret' relationship between his Captain and Yata's lazy ass king.

"You two were faster than I expected, though you look a bit messy. I don't think I want to know what was going on." Fushimi chuckled lowly. Both Munakata and Mikoto looked as if they had just rolled out of bed or something. Of course his comment earned a glare from both of them, but that only confirmed his statement more.

"Stop chattin' and get Yata out of here before I decide to kill ya as well!" Mikoto growled deeply. It was pretty clear that the Red King wasn't too thrilled with seeing Fushimi again, then again he had no reason to be thrilled.

"You're so brutal, Mikoto. Right now, we have a common enemy so don't go turning on Fushimi. Let's just focus on giving them time to escape." Munakata spoke in a more polite tone, though it was pretty clear that he was just dying to kick some ass. Normally Munakata was able to maintain his composure, but this time felt a little different.

"Shut up, Reisi. Let's just get this over with. Oi…" Mikoto looked toward Fushimi before nodding his head, motioning for the other to get moving. "Get goin', quickly."

Fushimi only nodded his head and turned himself back toward Yata. He carefully scooped the smaller omega up in his arms again before turning and taking off down the street, leaving the two Kings to deal with their enemy.

By the time Fushimi had gotten himself and Yata far enough away, the rain had started to pour down on them, soaking them both even more than they already were. Yata was unfortunately still unconscious, but then again it was probably better that way. He'd rather the other wake up when he knows they're both safe.

Finally the raven found a small hotel on the far side of town, away from Scepter 4 and from Homra. He had chosen this place because he had no interest in stepping foot in Kusanagi's bar and he knew Yata would throw a huge fit if he woke up in Scepter 4's Headquarters. A small hotel seemed like the best thing to give them both comfort. After paying for a room, Fushimi hauled Yata up to the third floor and down the hall until he found the room with a golden 32 on it. It had been a bit of a challenge to get the door open with Yata still in his arms, but he had managed to eventually get them both in the room.

Sighing softly, Fushimi finally allowed himself to look down at Yata's unconscious form. Sure enough, the mark on his face had turned into a dark shade of black and blue. Such a sight pissed the raven off more than anything, but he couldn't dwell on that now. He had to get them both out of their soaked clothing and into something dry.

Roughly twenty minutes later, Fushimi had managed to get them both out of their soaked clothing after he had found two fluffy white robes hanging in the bathroom. It was a little odd having nothing on under them, but with their clothes completely drenched, there was nothing more he could do. Besides, he had gotten the pleasure of undressing Yata, which had been quite the sight for him. After he had gotten them changed, he had dried off their hair to the best of his abilities, and now he had them both curled up on the bed with the blankets tucked around their bodies to help warm them up. He had Yata as close to his chest as possible, his arms were securely wrapped around the omega's smaller form and his chin was resting on top of Yata's damp hair.

Lying here in silence with Yata, it reminded him of the day the chestnut haired male had shown up at his house when he had been sick. Yata had taken care of him while his deadbeat of a father had been out doing god knows what, only to have fallen asleep in the kitchen. That had been Yata's first encounter with Niki Fushimi, and it had not been a pleasant one. He remembered his old man making fun of Yata for having a feminine first name, followed by the threat of putting bugs in the boy's mouth. That alone had gotten Fushimi to rush downstairs, even in his sickened state. After yelling at his father, he had taken Yata by the hand and the two of them had taken off in the rain. He remembered Yata's offer of coming to his house next time, and of course Fushimi had been there a couple of times. Every time Yata's mother had been more than welcoming to him. She had treated him as if he were one of her own children, making him feel welcome. The very first time he had met Yata's mother, he had seen where Yata got his adorable looks from. The boy was the spitting image of his mother, though she had been slightly shorter than him. Such a memory made him chuckle softly. He had seen first hand where Yata got his temper from as well. That had happened when she was furious about her husband coming home late without calling, who Yata later revealed to be his step father. To this day, Fushimi still didn't know what happened to Yata's biological father, and he had decided not to ask. He was sure Yata would tell him someday, if they ever became friends again, or possibly something more, but those were nothing more than mere dreams. At this rate, nothing would go back to normal.

"Ugh…" Yata had finally made some kind of sound, followed by a bit of movement. Fushimi glanced down at the omega instantly, noticing that Yata seemed to be trying to move even closer to him for extra warmth. That was cute…

"Misaki…" Fushimi spoke in a soft tone to avoid startling the boy. Slowly he pulled himself back just enough so he could get a look at the other's face. He watched closely as Yata's hazel colored eyes slowly opened to meet his own dark blue ones. This was the first time they had been so close in three months, though the last time he didn't really count because of the situation they had been in.

"S-Saruhiko…?" Yata had a bit of a confused look on his face, as if he were trying to figure out why the raven was here with him. Wait-where was here? What happened to that bastard? He had too many questions yet again and not nearly enough answers. "Where are we…?"

"We're in a hotel on the far end of town, away from Homra and Scepter 4… I figured it was the best place for both of us to hide out for now." Fushimi kept his soft tone as he brought a hand up to carefully brush Yata's bangs from his face. Without that stupid beanie on his head, Yata's hair had been able to fall freely over his face like it used to a long time ago.

"Why did you help me…? And what happened to that guy?" Yata was hoping that Fushimi would actually give him some answers this time instead of just brushing him off again.

"I was already coming after you because I wanted to talk to you...but Lucien ended up being on your trail as well. Like last time, I couldn't allow him to get his hands on you. He's currently being taken care of by Mikoto and my Captain." This time, Fushimi planned on answering all of Yata's questions. He didn't want to hide anything from the chestnut haired boy any longer.

"Are you finally going to tell me the truth…? Or are you going to lie to my face again?" Yata asked as he slowly got himself into a sitting position, followed by Fushimi.

"This time, I promise to tell you everything. You may not believe me in the end, but you still deserve the answers." Fushimi smiled lightly, watching as Yata returned to sitting rather close to him.

"Start talking then…"

~~So, tell me pretty lies, look me in my face

Tell me that you love me, even if it's fake

You can lead me on and leave these questions in my sheets

I'm under it, I made my bed and I'm still wonderin'~~

Hello lovely readers! Chapter Twelve is complete! Honestly, I can't stress the fact that I really do appreciate everyone's support on this story. It really means a lot to me, so thank you all very much. All of your reviews mean so much to me and also thank you for being so understanding. You guys are such blessings! Honestly, this story is coming together nicely and I'm really getting excited with the next few chapters to come. I look forward to getting them written! Anyways, enough rambling from me! Thank you so much for reading and I will see you guys in the next update! Bye for now!

~~MaskedNinja