Title: A Study on Facing Creepy Pervert Stalkers (Case Study: Kushina Anna)

Fandom: [K], Project K

Characters: Kushina Anna-centric, HOMRA.

Disclaimer: [K] does not belong to me, nor do I make any profit out of this work.

Warnings: unbeta-ed, grammar errors ahoy. In which everything is rainbow and unicorns and nothing hurts because Saruhiko is still in HOMRA and Totsuka is very much alive and breathing and being sweet.

A/N: Anon-chan on tumblr asked for "anything with Anna and Totsuka". Apparently I am incapable to write Totsuka+Anna fluff without including other HOMRA members, so this is what I came up with. Enjoy, and reviews are loved!

A [K] Project Fanfiction

A Study on Facing Creepy Pervert Stalkers (Case Study: Kushina Anna)

"Anna," Izumo said, after the local news flashed a warning notice of a creepy pervert stalker going around their neighborhood. "When you saw one of those people, turn around and run. Understand?"

Anna wanted to say that she'd seen Saruhiko acting the same around Misaki, wanted to ask why Misaki didn't have to run from Saruhiko, but decided against it because Misaki didn't seem to mind Saruhiko hovering around him all the time and Saruhiko only did it to Misaki anyway. She nodded minutely instead, and ate her celery under Mikoto's watchful gaze.

"That isn't going to help at all, Kusanagi-san," Misaki yelled from where he was lounging on the couch, Saruhiko on his back, completely immersed in a book full of numbers and equations. "What you have to do when you meet one of those creepy perverts is to punch them right on the balls!"

So that was why Misaki hit Saruhiko a lot, Anna concluded.

"Oh, I think there are some neat moves we can teach Anna about that!" There was enthusiasm in Rikio's voice, laced with a bit of concerned tone. One big hand patted her on the head, and she looked up to see him grinning down on her, only for the older boy to frown unsurely. "Do you know where to punch, Anna?"

Izumo chucked an empty can of soda at him. "We have enough violence as it is, don't teach her weird things."

Tatara's laughter was a melody washing down their usual domestic violence; a sound Anna loved the most after Mikoto's chuckle. She turned her attention sideways, where Tatara had just sat down next to her with a bowl of unpeeled potatoes. She eyed them in interest, then quickly shoved the last celery on her plate before pushing it towards Izumo. "Thank you for the meal."

A glass of water with a straw peeking out was slid before her, Tatara's fingers keeping the glass steady. The local news was broadcasting the warning again, encouraging the viewers to report to the local police if they saw suspicious strangers. Tatara made a thoughtful sound on the back of his throat and said, "Ah, well, it'll turn out okay in the end. If you're worried so much, Izumo-san, wouldn't it be fine to teach Anna some self-defense?"

Tatara passed her a peeler, making sure that she'd hold it safely, and started peeling the potatoes himself. Anna fished a smaller potato from the bowl, keeping an eye on Tatara's movement and copying them carefully. For a second, she wondered if Tatara had given her the red or the white peeler.

Then Saruhiko was clicking his tongue. "Isn't that too troublesome?" He leaned back, knocking his head with Misaki and smirked when Misaki cussed. "The easiest way to get away from perverts is to tell them that they have small dicks."

Izumo's bark of "Fushimi!" was the last thing she heard, because after that Tatara's hands were covering her ears carefully, so she couldn't hear what everyone was yelling about. But Tatara was chuckling, and the corner of Mikoto's lips was twitching up a little, so she decided it was fine before turning back to continue peeling her potatoes.

If the two of them seemed happy, it must be something good then.

-o0o-

A week later, when she was walking home from school by herself, the creepy pervert stalker appeared.

She blinked, for a moment reminded of how the monsters on Misaki's RPG games randomly appeared out of nowhere, when the man simply opened his coat and shrugged it off, leaving him stark naked in the middle of an empty street.

And HOMRA was only a block away, too.

Her face was blank, staring at the man's junk without so much of a twitch as he slowly walked closer, much like an idiot predator approaching his prey on open-view. She thought back to the conversation after the local news, trying to remember what the HOMRA members had suggested her to do in this situation.

Running wasn't an option; she'd just be caught in a matter of minutes. She couldn't punch him on the balls because this man was not holding any ball. Besides, why would anyone be so upset if someone else punch their balls? They could always buy a new one.

"What's wrong, little girl?" The man crowed. "Are you in shock? It's okay, Uncle isn't going to hurt—"

"Ah," she said, because it came crashing down, and she knew what to do. So she looked up dead at the man's eyes, and told him simply, "you have a small dick."

She didn't really know what it meant, but the man froze completely. Didn't move, didn't blink, not even a single twitch, but his face was one of shock and devastation, and Anna didn't think he was going to move at all soon.

She continued her journey home.

-o0o-

When she told Izumo what happened, everyone freaked out. Except Saruhiko, who simply looked smug because it turned out his advice was sound.

"I'll hunt him down," Izumo gritted out, and for once Tatara didn't wave him off nonchalantly. Instead he leaned forward and hugged Anna from behind, letting the blanket on him fall down on her and didn't move. Anna didn't protest, because Tatara was warm and the blanket smelled like Mikoto. Tatara must have picked it up from Mikoto's room.

Mikoto, who sat on the opposite couch and was now looking thoughtfully at Anna.

"I'll pick you up from now on."

And that was how she ended up being picked up every single day from school by Mikoto.

Also, in a matter of hours, the local news broadcasted about how the creepy pervert stalker was found beaten up half to death in the dumpster.

A new photo of Misaki, Saruhiko and Rikio standing before said dumpster making peace signs with their fingers (except Saruhiko, who had his hands stuffed on his pockets) was pinned on HOMRA message board later. Tatara grinned victoriously at her when he scribbled down a "NEVER MESS WITH OUR ANNA" under the picture, before putting the marker away and pulled Anna onto his lap, a song already hovering on his lips. All around her, everyone was lounging the afternoon away lazily: Saruhiko and Misaki half-heartedly bickered about knives and skateboard, Rikio curled up asleep on the sofa, Mikoto nursing a glass of drink and Izumo talking business on the phone.

She fell asleep against Tatara's shoulder, safe and content.

-o0ofinitoo0o-