I am deeply sorry for the delay, a lot has been happening over these past few months, it's gotten quite hectic. But, I've graduated High school now~ I also got a bit of a writer's block, because the last chapter was really intense and I was trying to develop it differently than I was originally intending to. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this, I'll have the next one up as quickly as possible.

Chapter 5

"Mmmnn…" Yata groaned. He sleepily opened his eyes, squinting as the sunlight blinded him. He started to roll over, bringing the blanket up over his head, before pausing. "Sunlight? Since when did my room ever have sunlight?" He slowly brought the blanket back down, and fully opened his eyes. "Where am I…This isn't my room." His red orbs widened as looked down and saw his clothes in shreds. "What the fuck?!" He shouted, getting up quickly. As he dashed through the doorway, he ran straight into the body of someone else. Looking up, his eyes widened. "F-Fushimi…?"

The bluenet wore a slightly amused smile as he took in the state he was in. "Good morning, did you sleep well?"

"Y-yeaaaa…why..why am I here?" Yata asked in confusion.

"You don't remember?" the other asked, cocking his head to the side slightly. "After all that trouble you caused me…" He tsked lightly.

"Nooo…." He replied, as his eyes strayed to the rumpled bedsheets and his torn clothes. His eyes widened and he blushed a red that rivalled his hair, "D-did we-?!"

His reaction almost coaxed a laugh from the blue. But not enough to get past his rage at the teen standing in front of him; the one who had ruined all his carefully laid years of planning in an instant. With a humorless smile, he drawled "You were quite demanding last night…Misakiii~"

"E-ehh?!" Yata stuttered, a ball of confusion now that his first name had also been used, because that implied that had indeed been on more intimate terms. Groaning, he fisted his hands in his hair. "Why don't I remember anythinggg. The last thing I know was I was talking to that guy and then he knocked me out or something…how'd I end up here with you?"

The blue stayed silent, not offering any answers. "The real question is why did you even show up at the rendezvous point in the first place; what good could you have done there?" His tone got icier with each word.

Yata was taken aback by the harsh words, and his mouth twisted into a hurt grimace. "I dunno…I just wanted to help…cause we're friends, and that's what friends do." He mumbled, not meeting the other's furious glare.

"Well you didn't help at all." The other clipped. "In fact, you only made things worse, a lot worse."

Yata flinched, but then suddenly his head snapped up and he met the other's gaze head on. "I. Was. Only. Trying. To. Help. Because I'm your FRIEND." He raised his voice to emphasize the last word. "Everyone needs friends okay, and you always seemed so lonely. So I thought I could try to be your friend. Those few times when you weren't pushing me away I…I really liked it. It was cool hanging out with you. But whatever now, I'm done trying to figure you out." He moved to brush past the bluenet, heading for the door.

Saru stared for a few moments, shocked by the outburst, before recovering his senses as he realized how Yata would look going out in his current outfit. "W-wait. You can't go out looking like that…"

"Yea? Well I don't have anything else. I don't suppose you'd be kind enough to lend me some things?" The red said sarcastically, his eyes flashing .

"…Hold on a moment." He replied, disappearing in to his room for a few moments, before appearing with a white button up dress shirt and a pair of black jeans. "Here, wear these." He tossed the clothes to the other teen.

Yata narrowed his eyes suspiciously as caught them. "…Where's your bathroom."

Fushimi rolled his eyes, and pointed back towards the bedroom, "In there." And hid a smile as the other walked in the said direction. "It isn't like there's really any reason to hide anymore…nothing I haven't seen before." And then mentally groaned as his thoughts recalled the state the red had been in the night before.

"What the-?!" The bathroom door slammed open, "The hell is this, a dress or something?!" Yata shouted. At first the other teen was confused, but once he took in the sight in front of him, his blue eyes widened in understanding. He had forgotten how much smaller the redhead was; the shirt came down to mid-thigh and the sleeves were long enough to cover his hands. "I don't even want to try the pants…" He added with a growl. He began unbuttoning the shirt, intent on changing back into his rags.

Blue eyes followed as more and more skin was revealed. "He doesn't even realize how tempting he looks right now…" He unconsciously took a few steps forward, bringing him right in front of the shorter teen.

Red eyes lifted in surprise, "W-what are you doing?" Yata asked, a little bit unnerved by the other's close proximity and the weird intenseness of his eyes. His tongue darted out to wet his lips as the silence stretched on.

"Don't…" Fushimi choked out, as his eyes followed the pink muscle as it retreated back between the other's lips.

"Ehh? Don't what? Why are you standing so close?" Annoyance started to creep into his voice again.

"Damn you…" The blue growled, and a moment later, smashed his lips against the other's. Totally out of synch, he slid his lips roughly against the other's, making their teeth clash. And then as quickly as he had started the kiss, he ended it, ripping his lips away from the frozen teen. Without another word he grabbed Yata's arm and the rest of his clothes and pushed him roughly outside his apartment, before slamming the door in his face.

"What…" Yata blinked, staring blankly at the closed door in front of him, unable to comprehend what had transpired in the past few minutes. "He…kissed me. Why would he?" Bringing a hand slowly to his mouth, his fingers slowly traced over his swollen lips; it was proof that it had indeed actually happened. His hand lingered on his lips, but made no move to wipe them, to wipe away the feel of the bluenet's lips on his. It wasn't like it was an enjoyable experience, but something about it made him not…dislike it either. "What the hell as gotten into me. This is a guy we're talking about here. A GUY kissed me. And it's one who always is so mean to me too." Shaking his head in confusion, he turned around and headed home. He was oblivious to the stares he was getting from the other people on the street; didn't even realize that he had walked the entire way back in nothing but Fushimi's halfway unbuttoned white shirt.

He made it home, and headed straight towards his bed, and collapsed face down into it, burying his head in his pillow with a groan. Lying like that, he again ran his mind over what had happened that morning. "He said I had caused him some trouble last night…" He furrowed his brow as he tried to recall the events of the previous night, but to no avail. "'You were quite demanding last night, Misakiii~'" The blue's suggestive words echoed in his head. "Why can't I remember anything?!" Squeezing his eyes shut tightly, he flailed his legs childishly against his bed. "'Misaki...'" The blue's voice kept echoing in head, making his name sound like a caress. "Goddammit." He growled, and tried to sleep, even though it was still morning, in an attempt to escape his own thoughts.

His body felt hot, so hot. His hands were reaching up, searching for...something. Suddenly there was a coolness on his chest, his naked torso. "Is this what you want?" A deep voice rumbled in his ear. Cool fingers slid across his chest, brushing lightly over his nipples, sending a frisson of electricity through him. He heard a mewling sound of need, and it took him a moment to realize that it had come from him. More moans fell unbidden from his lips, as the mysterious hands continued to caress his heated skin. "Tell me what you need..." The husky voice whispered again. "I-I need..." Yata could feel himself struggling to form words through the haze of lust. "Tell me...Misaki." There it was, his name falling from the lips of his would-be shadow lover. Whose identity he now knew. "Saru..." Unconciously he responded, breathing out the other's first name on a sigh, like a lover would. "A 'lover'?"

Jolting upright, his heart thundering, eyes flitting wildly in the dark, Yata realized what had happened; he remembered. Without a second thought he raced out of his house, back to the apartment he had been at merely hours before. Pounding on the door, disregarding the late hour, he yelled "You stupid monkey, open the door!"

It took a long time before he finally heard the lock snick open, and the familiar mop of blue hair appeared. "What, could you possibly want now?" The bluenet growled angrily. His harsh tone was offset by the way he blinked his eyes owlishly; he hadn't put on his glasses before he came to the door.

"Y-you!..." Yata said accusingly, but then stopped, unable to think of what to say next.

Tsking, the other teen began closing the door, "I don't have time for this..."

"W-wait!" Desperately he stuck his hand in the doorjamb to hold it open. "I had a dream! And I remember now, what you did!" He yelled, glaring at the other in disgust.

A moment of silence, and then the other let out a dry chuckle. "It was a dream, you say? Then a dream it is. Don't disturb me again for this nonsense." And once again he tried to close the door. But the redhead pushed it open instead and forced his way into the room before shutting the door behind him.

"No. It made me remember. Everything you did to me last night. Why?" His voice was harsh and filled with disgust.

Blue eyes narrowed in annoyance, "'Why?' Because you wanted it." Fushimi let out mirthless chuckle at the other's disbelieving expression. "Oh you did. You even, used my first name, do you remember that? 'Saru, it's hot...Saru touch me.'" He slid a hand over his own chest, echoing the redhead's pleas and actions of the night before.

"I-I did no such thing! You're lying!" Yata fiercely denied, but he felt the doubt creeping in. What Fushimi had described was exactly as he had been in his dream.

"I am not." Fushimi refuted succinctly. "I saved you, because you meddled. And it ruined the operation I have been working on for 3 whole years. How are you going to make it up to me?" He took a threatening step closer, lessening the distance between them to half a foot apart.

Unnerved by the close proximity of the other teen, Yata gulped. "I don't owe you anything!" He denied, but his voice was weak.

"Do you know how much I've been through these past 3 years...?" He reached forward and brushed the backs of his fingers along the Yata's cheek, down to grasp at his jaw and yank him forward so their faces were mere breath's width apart. "Those marks that you found on my neck, that's only one part of it. He touched me, his men touched me." He ran his other hand roughly across the other's body as he spoke. "And there was nothing I could do to stop them; I had a job to do." His mouth twisted, "All this for what? For you to waltz in one night and upset everything. Everything." Emphasizing the last word in a harsh whisper, he suddenly pushed the red away from him and turned away. "So? What do you have to say for yourself?"

Not a sound was heard, and Fushimi almost turned back around to see if the other teen was even still there, but then he heard a quiet "I'm sorry."

"You're sorry?!" The blue snapped, turning back around. His next words died on his lips though, as he saw Yata's drooped head.

"I am sorry." Lifting his head, he revealed eyes shining with remorse and pain. "I only wanted to help." He whispered.

Fushimi sighed heavily, rubbing a hand tiredly over his face. Of course he knew that it wasn't really all the red's fault. He was just upset; these past few years had been completely devoted to this cracking this case because it would have surely gotten him promoted. He needed one; it would have ensured that he had a stable income. It wasn't happening anytime soon now though.

"How...can I make it up to you?" Yata asked quietly.

The blue's mouth twisted sadly, "You can't, actually. The damage is done. Just, go home."

The redhead opened his mouth to protest, but then closed it without uttering a word and followed Fushimi's request and left the apartment.

After the other teen had left, Fushimi slid the lock back into the door and stumbled tiredly back to bed. "Misaki, Misaki...what am I gonna do about you." He mumbled tiredly into his pillow as he drifted off.

Misaki in the meantime was thinking hard, searching for a way to fix what he had done. After a couple hours of brainstorming, he decided confrontation was his best option. He'd put his plan into action the next day. Hopefully, it'd work...It had to.

Well...there it is. I actually had to rewrite this chapter alot. Anyway, Ill try to get the next chapter done quickly, thanks to all of you who have stuck with me through my highly irregular updates. Reviews are welcome~