Apparently I completely forgot to write some notes for the previous chapter, my bad! I was in such a hurry that it slipped my mind. Oh, my fever broke, so I'm completely better now, save for some cough that's rather resilient still in my throat. And also..I GOT MY LEARNER'S PERMIT~! Ahh..driving is fun, and my teacher allowed me to drive all the way home too! Now to continue learning so I can have my true driving license!
Anyways, I see all of you enjoyed the previous chapter, with the first review I got being 'Beautiful!', thank you sir guest! *laughs* So now I present to you chapter 7; Kerfuffle, or known as, chaos. Go look it up for extra infos. Enjoy..
After settling things and actually understanding each other a little more, the boys came off much better and friendlier with each other. Fushimi doesn't tease Yata about his height and virginity as much anymore, coming out more compassionate and a lot less creepy. Yata on the other hand doesn't explode with bursts of anger and has become more tolerable of the other boy. With their feelings off of their chests a little, they became quite a team.
When the rain had stopped, it was late and the sky was already darkening so they decided to call it in for the day. The journey home was less awkward too as they talked more about their daily lives, games and even remembering old times when they still finish each others' foods and listening to songs on the bus. Somewhere along the line, Fushimi was smiling and this brought attention to Yata who then lightly teased him for it.
By the time they reach Fushimi's apartment, the string and cuffs are now a gentle red, bordering pink with the string being so long, longest than they boys have ever seen. They had showered and changed to a much comfortable clothes, and Yata even suggested he cooked dinner for them both prompting Fushimi to tease him as a housewife. They had a light banter, and since they're stuck, Yata had asked for Fushimi's help in the kitchen.
Not one to love vegetables, Fushimi had refused to hand any over to Yata when the latter demanded for it causing Yata to threaten Fushimi that he won't cook dinner and that they'd have take-out instead. Fushimi threw a fit since he wanted to taste Yata's food and reluctantly handed the vegetables to the skateboarder who then chopped them into fine pieces.
Dinner had been uneventful afterwards, only that Fushimi wanted to spoon-fed Yata like how 'a good husband' would. They had another little banter with Yata cursing up a storm and blushing like mad from head to toe, but in the end he relented and allowed Fushimi to feed him once, though he was still blushing and refused any eye contact with the blue clansman.
After dinner, the boys decided to watch a little TV and Fushimi even suggested -though Yata believed it to be a tease- to cuddle together, 'to keep warm' as he puts it. At first the vanguard was adamant that they shouldn't, but Fushimi disregarded his words anyway and pulled him close, causing Yata to thrash around again. The shorter boy gave up a moment later and hesitantly wrapped his arms around the other's waist, causing Fushimi to smile very subtly.
Sleeping wasn't a problem either, Yata was so tired that he was out not long after he rested his head, and Fushimi was all too happy to take advantage of the situation by pulling the other boy close to him.
Now that morning comes, Yata once again suggests that he makes breakfast, but all Fushimi wants is a toast instead.
"How hard is it for you to actually eat something?" the skateboarder asks as he spreads some jam over the toast Fushimi had made. "You're already thin enough as it is,"
Fushimi only clicks his tongue and takes a sip of his coffee while leering at the shorter boy on his left. For some reason, he likes seeing Yata being domesticated and living with him, makes him feel like they're a pair of married couple. "Don't get your pants in a twist, Misaki. I'm not that thin anymore after that fried rice you fed me last night,"
Yata sputters indignantly and lightly thumps Fushimi on the shoulder. "Because of that comment, you're making another toast for yourself and spread the jam on your own, this one's mine," he said. Fushimi made a small whining voice but smiles behind his cup of coffee. It's great to see Yata so energetic around him and not so awkward anymore.
It's as if they never met Suoh Mikoto, and it's as if they never went their ways and suffered in silence.
Once Fushimi finishes his coffee and waiting for his toast to pop up, he eyes the half-eaten toast in Yata's hands sharply, a small plan formulating in his brain. Then without any warning whatsoever, he swoops forward and grabs a bite before pulling back looking rather satisfied. Yata is somewhat surprised by the quick action but he quickly gathers himself.
"Hey! Your toast is almost ready, why the heck did you take a bite out of mine?" he asks and turns away, hiding his toast from Fushimi to protect it from further harm. The taller teen only hums in response and eyes at the half-hidden toast expectantly. "Get your own!" Yata shouts when he notices where Fushimi is looking.
"But the toast that Misaki made tastes better, and the jam is smoother too. I want that toast but Misaki took it," Fushimi deadpans in his usual bored look, but his voice clearly shows that he's whining. Yata looks up at his friend as if he's grown another head and turns to his toast before looking up at Fushimi again.
"Did you hit your head or something, Saruhiko? What difference does it make between the toast you make and the toast I made? It's the same jam and the same bread," Yata points out the obvious but Fushimi only clicks his tongue.
The taller of the two places the fresh toast on a plate before leaning down to look at Yata straight in the eye. The skateboarder blushes like mad at the close proximity and he was about to protest when Fushimi gently wipes his mouth with a thumb. Yata could clearly see the amused smile on his face
"You've got bread crumbs all over you, Misaki. Really, you remind me of a child sometimes. But I guess there's a reason I'm here, hm?" Fushimi smiles teasingly as he continues to wipe the small bits of crumbs of Yata's blushing cheeks. The vanguard just can't do anything anymore, his blushing coupled with the sudden heat he feels around his head seems to have made him unable to think.
After breakfast, the duo once again head out to the streets where people are already used to seeing them together, so eyes are no longer on them except for a few girls who would smile a little at the two. Fushimi suspects them as fujoshis with how they'd sometimes giggle and swoon whenever he and Yata pass by.
The vanguard isn't really comfortable when those type of girls are watching him and Fushimi, but the latter would always send them off with a sharp glare, although Yata can often hear them saying how cute it was for Fushimi to protect him. That was utter embarrassment for him. But then again, better Fushimi than him dealing with the girls, he'd probably blush like mad and stutters like a broken record.
"I heard there's a Strain who's been making himself known lately; we should be on guard in case he decides to jump us," Fushimi says as they continue to walk around. Yata nods his head in understanding and looks around for anyone suspicious with his sharp eyes. Fushimi is practically as blind as a bat, so it's up to him for lookout.
In all honesty, he actually wants to be the one for lookout, it makes him feel as if he got at least something to do instead of just blindly following Fushimi everywhere. He's not actually part of patrol, but being stuck like this, might as well put his sharp eyes for good use. And Fushimi doesn't seem to mind either, he's glad he doesn't have to do anymore work than necessary.
Things went uneventful for most of the time and the boys decided to break the awkward silence by engaging in a small conversation. "So, Saru. Does your boss still use your pictures to be made into a puzzle or something?" Yata asks all of a sudden. He can clearly see Fushimi wincing a little but he kept most of his expression neutral.
"Actually nowadays, the Captain just sits in his office. But I noticed that the puzzles don't have anything to do with Scepter 4 anymore, in fact, it's a picture of that alleyway next to bar Homra. The same alleyway we used to hang out where Totsuka would sing with his guitar, and Kusanagi-san with Mikoto-san sleeping on his thighs," Fushimi answers back in a slight bitter tone.
Yata seems somewhat surprised when Fushimi said that, now why is it that the Blue King would be interested in Homra's territory? And that memory made the both of them quiet for a while, with Yata being slightly depressed at the thought that Homra is no more and Fushimi remembering the days when Yata doesn't look at him anymore.
Thinking that he needs to end what he started, Yata continues. "I guess that's better than using your pictures. Seriously Saru, the Blue King is creepy as hell," he said with a look of slight disgust. Fushimi snorts when he hears that, agreeing everything that his friend had said.
"That is why I told him to do his job instead of doing some puzzles that has our faces on it. And the only thing he did was laugh at me, laugh at me. Can you understand that? I wonder if it's even alright for someone who has a high authority would stalk his own members by putting cameras in the dormitories," Fushimi continues and looking rather distraught.
Yata couldn't believe what he's hearing. To know that the captain of Scepter 4 even installing cameras in his subordinates' dorm room is beyond creepy, and he thought Fushimi was bad enough in that area.
"I think he got that creepiness from you, Saru," Yata shot back with a teasing smirk on his face. Fushimi leers at him with a pointed look and nudges the skateboarder's head playfully with his free arm.
"Whoever said I was creepy?" the taller of the two asks whilst clicking his tongue.
"I do! You're seriously creepy, Saru! You know my birthday, my height, my weight, even my blood type! And the way you say my name when we first encountered at Ashinaka High was also creepy as hell!" Yata replies back vehemently. Fushimi made a small humming noise before smiling a little.
He then turns to Yata with that gentle but somewhat psychotic look in his eyes. Yata knows that look, a look of possessiveness that Fushimi is quite famous for when it comes to him. "That's because I can read you like an open book. And you really shouldn't be ignoring me, I can get very dangerous if ignored," he said with a sneer and leaning in closer to the skateboarder.
A heavy blush settles on Yata's face and he turns away in embarrassment, causing Fushimi to chuckle lightly. They continue their walk in silence until Fushimi heard a soft sound akin to a grumbling. He turns to Yata and had to bit his tongue from laughing, apparently the skateboarder's starving and his stomach just threw a fit and demanding for food.
"Shouldn't you be saying something right now? Like say...you want some lunch?" Fushimi grins out. The blush on Yata's face never left and he doesn't even want to look at Fushimi from sheer embarrassment, so the blue clansman has to drag them both to a nearby bakery to get something light to eat for lunch.
After finishing their breads, the two resume their patrol and Fushimi continues to tease Yata for being so shy about asking for food. "Really, you can just tell me when you're hungry, I'd be glad to get you something to eat," he said while affectionately patting Yata's head.
"It's fine! I wasn't that hungry anyway," Yata shot back with his cheeks a still rosy colored. As the two continues to talk and banter back and forth, they fail to notice that they're being trailed by Ayame and Yua who are watching the scene intently. Ayame is practically giddy with excitement and happiness, Yua merely smiles gently.
"That is adorable!" Ayame laughs out. "The cuffs and string are now pink in color, they're making better progress than I thought they would. If they would continue on being friendly, then those cuffs will disappear very soon,"
"I just hope they don't do anything stupid to make it turn red again," Yua voices out with a hint of worry in her voice. "If the cuffs are pink, that goes to show that their bond is rather strong, until it turns white, we still have to worry about if they can keep up being friendly with each other,"
"Red if weak, pink if somewhat stronger and pure white if the bond is at its strongest, your powers are quite amusing, Yua. I can see their bond heading to white, but they're still at the shaky state so we can't say for sure yet. Shall we continue watching them?" Ayame asks playfully as she leans her head on her friend's shoulder.
Yua smiles again and pats her friend's head affectionately. "Of course. I won't even mind if they started kissing each other too," she said before the two of them quietly slips into the darkness of the alleyways.
Back with Yata and Fushimi, the two are talking about the type of transport they prefer and why until the shrill sound of a bell alerted them to a nearby bank. Apparently there are a few gunned robbers inside and threatening to shoot everyone if they so much as make a fuss. Those outside can only call the police and unable to do anything but watch for fear of their own lives, except for the two boys.
"Apparently a couple of idiots are trying to test the flexibility of their lives, I can help with that," Fushimi says monotonously, though his face clearly shows how agitated he really is. Yata frowns deeply when he sees the petrified people in the bank and cracks his knuckles.
"And so can I, let's bust a few faces, I've been itching to get into a fight so I can get ready for those Strain girls," he growls out. Despite no longer having his aura, Yata can still fight like a skilled martial artist in sync with his board and baseball bat, so far, that's the only thing that has helped him since Mikoto's death.
The two boys then made their way inside without hesitation, Fushimi already drawing his saber out and Yata having a tight grip on his skateboard. They kick the doors open, startling the robbers who quickly aim their gums at the two teenagers.
"Who the heck are you two?" one of the robbers shouts out angrily. Three of his men are standing guard and aiming their guns at the boys while another one is busy putting money into a large sack. Fushimi clicks his tongue when he assesses the situation and deems it to be rather boring.
"Boss, that kid's part of Scepter 4!" one of the men cries out in surprise. "And I've seen the shorter kid with Suoh before," he continues when his eyes land on Yata's form. The vanguard smiles somewhat and the welling pride in him, but now isn't the time to remember old times when he still has his King by his side.
The leader of the group sneers at the two and without warning, he let loose a barrage of bullets at the two boys after seeing their cuffed hands. "There's no way you brats can dodge with how you're stuck together like that,"
Fushimi narrows his eyes and line his knives to the ground and raising the blue shield just as the shots reach them both. "I'd beg to differ," he says before slashing once at the surprised men, sending a burst of blue aura and making them stumble backwards. Yata uses that moment to leap forwards followed by Fushimi to give a swift kick to the leader's face.
"I'm glad you've met me, the name's Yatagarasu of Homra. And you bastards picked a bad day to mess with the both of us," he says menacingly as he presses his foot down the leader's throat while Fushimi backs him up from the onslaught of bullets the three men are shooting. The fourth man is still busy packing money into the bag and not registering on what's going on, but Fushimi can clearly see his movements are more frantic as he starts to panic.
"Hey lowlife," he calls out to the man. "Why don't you stop being a pig for a while," Fushimi says coldly before throwing a few knives towards the man and managing to hit him at the shoulder blades. He lets out a cry and drops the bag before gripping the hilt of the knife and yanking it out of his flesh.
"You brat!" he calls out as he and the other three men shoots at the Scepter 4 agent. Fushimi merely clicks his tongue and activates his shield again whilst looking at Yata to see how he's doing. The skateboarder had successfully knocks the leader unconscious with a few well-aimed punches and now standing beside Fushimi.
The boys focus on the four men in front of them before Fushimi lowers the shield and they dash forward. Yata grins as he slams his board against one of the robber's face and managing to knock him out cold with just one blow before turning to the other three. Fushimi doesn't seem to have any problem too as he slashes and cuts the robbers with ease.
The trapped people watch in awe as two teenage boys manage to overpower armed adult robbers who clearly outnumbered them. Some of them even cheering the teenagers as they continue to fight the remaining robbers, but unknown to any of them, the leader is slowly regaining consciousness and eyeing the skateboarder with hate.
When the last robber drops to the floor with multiple stab wounds, Fushimi and Yata comes to a stand still, watching their work with a satisfied sigh. Yata is elated that he still has his moves and that everyone is cheering for them while Fushimi fishes his PDA out to call the Vice-Captain about the robbery.
"Die and rot in hell, kid!" the leader cries out before shooting at Yata who has his back to him. Fushimi notices this and rushes forward to push his friend out of harm's way.
"Misaki!" he cries out before the bullet went straight through his chest. Everything seems to be in slow motion to the vanguard as he sees his friend falling to his knees, blood gushing out of his wound and some dripping out his mouth.
"Saruhiko!" he shouts in shock and catching Fushimi before he hits the ground. Yata picks up a nearby knife and throws it at the robber, hitting his arm deep enough to make it limp and useless so the robber is unable to hold the gun. A few adult males had jumped to the action and restraining the man before he can do anything else to harm the boys while a few calls the police and ambulance.
"Saruhiko! Oi, don't go to sleep!" Yata cries as tears stream down his face and dripping on his friend's face. Fushimi's vision is slowly darkening and he feels so very tired, all he wants to do now is just rest. With a shaky hand, he wipes the tears from the skateboarder's face, smiling weakly all the while.
The last thing he hears is Yata's frantic call for his name before darkness overtook his vision completely.
Fluffs in the beginning, tragedy in the end, and I'm pretty sure most of you hate me now..*chuckle* But what's a good story without some sort of angst or tragedy, right? I'm seriously debating whether to put this as shonen-ai or not, but then again, look at K. I'm doubting their sexuality, especially Fushimi's. But right now, this isn't shonen-ai, slight, but not official.
So now that I got you guys biting your nails and at the edge of your seats, I shall be working on the next chapter. My next class is tomorrow afternoon, so I may be able to finish one and a half page in the morning. Until then, drop me a review and tell me if you liked or hated this chapter. See you soon!