If I owned this do you really think I'd be writing fanfictions about it.
lots of sarumi for this chapter, to get the most out of it I would suggest listening to either whispers in the dark by skillet or clarity by zedd ft, foxes
A night to remember. Or the promise of broken men.
'They were fortunate' Fushimi Saruhiko thought as the group broke up from there story s about Tatara's driving skills and wondered off too bed. 'That there are enough rooms with beds that we don't have to share.'
Walking into his Saruhiko eyed the futon set up before nodding, it would do.
Glancing at the spirit that floated behind him Saruhiko's hand tightly gripped the keychain, the only thing that allowed him to see and touch Yata Misaki.
Clicking his tongue Saruhiko wandered over to the futon, settling on it before patting the space next to him in open invitation which was taken by Misaki, much to his pleasure.
Relaxing on the futon the duo remained in a comfortable silence that they hadn't had since there middle school years. Glancing over Saruhiko couldn't help but snicker quietly, as Misaki looked young enough to still be a middle schooler, despite technically being older then himself.
Misaki glanced curiously at Saruhiko to see what he was laughing about, causing him to shake his head that it was nothing.
Saruhiko glanced at the roof before asking something that had been bothering him for a while. "Mi~Sa~Ki Why do you have an eye patch" smirking as his Misaki (the thought sent a thrill of excitement down his spine) looked annoyed before moving so he was lying on his back across the futon and giving a loud sigh.
"Haven't you wondered why your eyesight went back to being perfect" Misaki turned so he was facing him head on.
"The day before it became perfect you visited the slate, I was there as well, as a formless spirit. I was able to connect to the slate and I asked it to correct your vision, sorta as a last hoorah/present." Ignoring the shocked look on his face, Misaki continued "it agreed to fix your sight but in return I would lose the ability to use one eye." Sitting up Misaki placed a had on Saruhiko's face softly caressing it. "Before you say anything, I agreed to it and I was, am dead it's not like a dead guy needs perfect vision" Misaki gave a sigh leaning closer to Saruhiko's face "it was worth it."
Saruhiko stared at Misaki for a few seconds before drawing him into a tight hug, his had gripping the keychain hard enough to start to cut into his hand.
After a few minutes he relaxed and let Misaki go before looking at the keychain in his had. "How exactly does this work" lifting up the keychain and eyeing Misaki with a odd look at the thought of someone just happening to have a Misaki keychain.
"It was Megumi actually, she's the colorless King and her power is to mess with the souls of the dead. After watching you for awhile I decided to visit my family, Minoru is running about as Anna's clansmen. But Megumi when I went to see her, she could see me" Misaki looked up with a wistful look on his face. "She was happy, right up until she worked out that I was dead. She wasn't very happy after that." Misaki gave a sad laugh "she tacked me and burst its to tears, took awhile to calm her down. And after that she asked what happened to me."
Saruhiko shot Misaki a surprised look. "And you told her."
"An abridged version, which she accepted, then she asked me what took so long to turn up."
Saruhiko was very surprised to see a glint of mirth enter Misaki's eyes. "I told her that I was watching over you and making sure that you were all right" Misaki laughed again "that was how I met the Spiral Duo along with the Black Emperor and the White Witch."
"Well that's all well and good but what's with the keychain" Saruhiko raised an eyebrow at Misaki who looked... sheepish of all things.
"Well after all that Megumi offered me a place in her clan, as a benefit I would have an item that allowed me to interact with the living plane of existence, a nickname," Saruhiko raised an eyebrow at that, Misaki looked away in embarrassment, "it's Amaterasu, don't say any thing! Also it..." Misaki leaned close to Saruhiko staring into his eyes, "it would allow me to be with you for one last time."
Saruhiko's eyes widened before he turned and grabbed a chain that happened to be in his pocket. Ignoring Misaki's slightly disbelieving look, Saruhiko threaded the keychain through the chain and then put it around his neck creating a strange parody of a necklace.
"There so it's always close" looking up at Misaki, Saruhiko smiled gently at him before gathering the small spirit in his arms and laying down properly in the futon with the covers soon tucked over them.
"I promise my dear Mi~Sa~Ki I'll never let you go, ever." Nuzzling into Misaki's soft hair one the beanie was taken off Saruhiko sighed and smiled softly.
'Yes I promise I'll never leave you, ever'