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I have a lot of stories in this universe, there's a season 2 of K coming out in October (yay!) and I want to finish all of these stories before that happens and the plot proves that all of my stories are bullsh*t so be prepared for very, very frequent updates (assuming I can stick to my convictions, let's see shall we).

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Chapter 3: Those around you

When I find out who did this I am going to murder them, Daiki Fuse thought grimly, he knew it was an empty threat, he wouldn't actually murder anyone, he wasn't the sort of person capable of outright murder. But currently he felt like murdering someone.

Domyoji had just finished surgery to remove the bits of shrapnel from her body, the young woman wasn't the brightest crayon in the pack but she had good reflexes and the second she'd realized what was going on she'd thrown up her blue sanctum to protect her. Miraculously this had saved her face but her body was a different matter.

Still, the prognosis was good, one of the shrapnel peaces had embedded itself in Andy's chest, a few millimeters to the left and she would have died but as it was her condition had stabilized and she may actually be able to walk out of the hospital on her own two feet in a couple of weeks.

While each and every one of them had almost collapsed from relief upon hearing this it wasn't doing much for the moods of those still in the waiting room.

Awashima's face was calm but anyone who actually knew the woman would be able to tell how deeply troubled she was, this wasn't just bullying anymore, this had been a full-fledged attempt on Enomoto's life or the life of anyone who happened to open her locker, in this case Domyoji, the baby of Scepter 4.

Seri almost chewed her lip but stopped just in time, she didn't want any of her men to see the uncertainty inside of her. She didn't want to bring the Captain into this, the older woman was overworked enough, and things had been hard for her since the death of the Red King, at Munakata's hands no less, but Domyoji had almost died.

Being killed in the line of duty was something everyone from Scepter 4 accepted was a possibility; they had already lost one of their own. But that didn't mean they took these things lightly.

Awashima weighed the options, it wasn't just that she didn't want to worry the Blue King it was the rest of the troops she was worried about too. If they involved the Captain then Seri might as well outright tell the rest of the troops that they couldn't handle this on their own. That the main body of Scepter 4 was all but useless.

But was keeping their morale up worth risking their lives?

Seri sighed out through her nose but made sure she did it silently, the end of the week then, she promised herself, if we don't find who's doing this by the end of the week I'll let the Captain know.

Munakata actually knew of course, but it wasn't on the list of things she was to have a personal hand in. Yet.

As though Awashima's thoughts had summoned her the blonde heard the clicking sound of boot heels on the tiles and turned in her seat before jumping out of it and standing at attention, "Captain."

There was a scrambling sound as Fuse, Enomoto, Akiyama and Benzai all leapt upright too and the whisper of cloth as Fushimi rose more slowly.

The Blue King gave her subordinates a brief smile and a small hand motion that told them all to stand down,

"I just heard about the situation, how is Domyoji?"

Seri remained at attention and Fushimi continued standing, "recovering, ma'am."

Munakata gave one of her sunny smiles that appeared to make her skin glow and her hair and eyes sparkle along with the air around her. "Wonderful to hear."

She turned and began to walk away slowly, Awashima accompanied her, "I was disappointed to only hear about this from Mr. Kamo after the surgery was complete, I rather thought I would have been the first to be notified by my lieutenant."

Her usual calm smile that just touched her amethyst eyes was still in place, her voice was mild and as calm as her smile, but Seri almost died from mortification. This wasn't a reprimand but it was the closest the blonde had ever gotten to one.

Her cheeks flushed, "my apologies Captain, I didn't wish to trouble you, it won't happen again." She vowed.

Munakata made a unconcerned hand motion, dismissing the matter, "perhaps I should deal with the matter," she mused out loud.

It was a nice thought but they both knew the problems involved, aside from the morale of the troops the Captain was spending every day dealing with an issue alongside the Gold King, she could probably deal with the issue fairly quickly, but she wouldn't be back for another week.

She shouldn't even be here now actually.

And Seri didn't want this resolved in a week she wanted this resolved three weeks ago.

"Maybe," she allowed.

"But I have faith in you Awashima," said Munakata peacefully.

Seri's chest warmed, "I won't let you down."

Seri wasn't sure if Munakata knew just how much her approval meant to the blonde, she meant those words when she said that she wouldn't let her down again.

Munakata left and Seri glanced back at her men, they had to finish this, not for the Captain, but for everyone.

Akiyama had his head in his hands, eyes blank in contemplation, he often worked with Domyoji and felt protective of her, Benzai and Kamo did too but Akiyama even more so than them.

Benzai, Akiyama's best friend since before Scepter 4 was sitting next to him, her chin propped up on one hand, the other resting on his knee. Andy was her roommate, she too felt responsible for the younger woman. Neither of them were leaving until they had been told beyond a shadow of a doubt that Domyoji would be alright.

Hidaka's usually expressive face was utterly blank, her once warmth-filled brown eyes hard as stone, it was the same expression she'd worn for weeks after Kusuhara had died. Kusuhara had been the baby of the 'troublemakers' group (Enomoto, Fuse, Goto, Hidaka and Kusuhara himself), they had all adored him but he'd been like a younger brother to Hidaka in particular. She'd taken his death particularly hard and none of them wanted to see it happen again.

The expression on Fuse's face was murderous, He was standing up, leaning against the plain hospital wall, Enomoto was leaning against his chest and he had his arms wrapped around her, absentmindedly stroking her long, loose black hair, hardly professional but this wasn't middle school and Seri wasn't their strict headmistress, she wasn't going to enforce a three second hug rule, especially not now. The expression on his usually calm, serious face was startling, this was affecting him as much as the rest of them, if not more.

And Seri wasn't blind, she knew about Fuse's feelings for Enomoto, everyone did, except perhaps Enomoto herself.

Speaking of, the young woman was physically and emotionally drained, she was standing up and she had jumped to attention a few seconds ago but Awashima was quite sure she was asleep on her feet.

Focusing on the black-haired woman and her companion more closely Awashima could clearly see the tremor running through Fuse's hands and the dark circles underneath Enomoto's eyes, her skin was sunken and waxy, she hadn't been eating well since this whole thing started and over the last few days she and Fuse had been working non-stop, they couldn't keep going like this, Seri knew.

Just then the doctor came out, he smiled at each of them in turn, "Miss Domyoji's condition is serious but she's stable, when she wakes up you can go see her."

There was a collective outtake of breath, they'd heard all this before but only in bits and pieces, having it confirmed took a huge weight off each of their shoulders. Everyone virtually collapsed. Even Fushimi whose expression had been totally neutral seemed to relax ever so slightly, the lines in his face eased just a little bit.

When the next doctor came out and told them that Andy was awake Awashima and Fushimi went in, Enomoto couldn't hear the conversation but assumed that Andy was being questioned, Fushimi and Awashima left a few minutes later and didn't look happy. But then again, Fushimi and Awashima never really looked happy.

Benzai and Akiyama went in next, when they came out Benzai looked troubled and sad but Akiyama's face was unreadable, his already strange hair was even more mussed as though he had been running his fingers through it.

Enomoto, whose eyes had fluttered back open at the doctor's arrival, took a step towards the door after the older pair had left and then quailed, how could she look Domyoji in the face ever again? It was her fault that Domyoji had been hurt, everything that had happened so far was her fault.

"Don't," Fuse's voice with its familiar curt edge cut through the self-pity and self-hate in her head. "I know exactly what you're thinking and none of this was your fault."

Enomoto sighed, he did know exactly what she was thinking, and she shouldn't be thinking it, it wasn't true and she knew it. "Sorry."

"Don't apologize!" Fuse's hand fell on her shoulder again, even though she had spent the last several hours virtually asleep in his arms the unfamiliar heat of his hand still burned through her thick uniform coat.

If it was any other period of time Enomoto probably would have been blushing over the fact that she had basically slept in his arms, albeit standing up in a public place around her co-workers (which somehow made the whole thing more embarrassing) but as it was she barely spared it a passing thought. Though it wasn't all about the sleep she had, admittedly, desperately needed, it was about physical and emotional comfort as well. And she'd needed that even more than sleep, they both had.

And, still needing it, Enomoto placed her hand over Fuse's and squeezed softly, "sorry," she said again, "you're right."

With things the way they were now Tatsuya barely gave being in his arms a second thought, and that kiss, whatever it had been, would have to be considered at a later date too.

But Tatsuya did take a moment to acknowledge that she was doing, and without her own knowledge had been doing for a while now, exactly what she'd sworn she wouldn't do.

She was falling for Fuse.

After their turn to visit Andy, seeing her as pale as a sheet and attached to a beeping machine had nearly broken Enomoto's heart, the pair walked out of the hospital. They couldn't help themselves, they were yawning.

As usual Fuse walked Tatsuya back to her dorm, though this time it was less like walking and more like stumbling through the dark with eyes half blind with sleep. When Enomoto pushed open the door she saw Hidaka curled up at the top of her bed and Goto curled at the bottom sheets of paper between them.

Enomoto sighed and shook her head slightly, the boys weren't even allowed in their rooms, but apparently no one was paying any attention to that rule anymore.

Enomoto sighed and shook her head again, she didn't want to sleep in the same room as the two of them, this felt private and she would just be the third wheel. She crossed the threshold and picked up Hidaka's blanket which was lying on the ground and covered the brunet with it.

Fuse picked up the blanket folded neatly at the end of Enomoto's own bed and covered Goto with it, then he grabbed her hand.

"Come on."

He dragged her to the boys dorm and into his room, she'd been in there a few times before, despite the no-boys-in-the-girls'-dorms-or-vice-versa rule, when he or Goto hosted group get togethers, and she'd even slept in there once or twice. After Kusuhara had died Goto had stayed with Hidaka every night, like Enomoto and Fuse, those two were close. Much like tonight, Enomoto, not wishing to be their third wheel, had checked if Hidaka, who had been by far the closest to Kusuhara, had needed her and then ended up swapping rooms with Goto and staying with Fuse.

And it looked as though she was doing so again, although this time, somehow, she and Fuse ended up on the same bed.

Just before she fell asleep, her head on his chest, Fuse said, "we are going to find who did this."

His voice was so calm and reasonable that Enomoto didn't even think to point out that they hadn't exactly had the best luck so far.

"I know," she said instead. Her pride in Scepter 4 flared in her chest, this bastard, whoever he or she was had attacked her colleagues, her friends, people who had entrusted their lives to her and whom she had entrusted her life to in turn. He or she had desecrated their home, tarnished their honour as Blue Clansmen and almost killed Andy

"We will find them," she said, more of a vow to herself than an answer to Fuse. "I promise."

She fell into the best sleep she'd had in almost four weeks.

"Oh, I'm sorry," said Tatsuya as she bumped shoulders with someone walking down the street.

She wasn't expecting the person to enthusiastically grab her arm, "hey! Tatsuya!"

Huh? She turned around, then an unexpected burst of pleasure shot through her chest, "Haru!"

The tall black-haired male hugged her tightly, pulling back Enomoto saw there was still the usual glint of fun and love of life in his unusually bright pale blue eyes.

"How are you? How have you been? I haven't seen you in ages." He chirped.

"I'm... good," no she wasn't, but that wasn't something she could explain to him, "it has been a while, hasn't it?" She couldn't help but smile, things may have ended badly with Haru Kita's older brother but Haru had always been nice to her and they'd always gotten along. She hadn't seen him since Ryuunosuke had left the...left the hospital though.

Remembering Fuse, Tatsuya introduced them, "Haru this is Daiki Fuse, we work together."

"Pleasure," said Fuse, he didn't look all that happy though.

"Fuse this is Haru Kita," she said, a hitch in her voice, she hoped Fuse didn't recognize the name.

The way his eyes widened she accurately guessed that was a hope in vain, "the brother of-" he stopped but Haru didn't.

"The abusive boyfriend Tatsuya filed charges against and then put in hospital?" He asked brightly, the blood drained out of Enomoto's face, "yeah, I'm him."

He looked from one to the other, his face fell, he rubbed the back of his head uncomfortably, "I've made things awkward now, haven't I?"

"Why didn't you tell me?" Fuse asked, he shook his head dismissively, "don't answer that, it's none of my business." He still looked hurt though.

They sat down on a park bench and, mustering her courage, Enomoto grabbed his hand, "it wasn't that I didn't want you to know, it's just that... I didn't want you to know." She admitted.

"My boyfriend was a Strain," she began, "but I didn't know that for a long time. He became abusive and when I tried to leave he became very abusive," she summarized. "I had to press charges, when I came back to get the last of my stuff he tried to stop me from leaving. We struggled." But it hadn't been much of a struggle, Ryuunosuke was bigger, but that was about it. He had powers, but not like hers, she was stronger, faster, more powerful.

That struggle had only gotten out of hand because Tatsuya had ended up accidentally pushing him down the stairs, confused and in pain Ryuunosuke hadn't been able to activate his Strain abilities and had landed badly on his spine.

He was now in a wheelchair for life.

That how Tatsuya was so sure he wasn't the one harassing her, them. He literally couldn't.

What had happened was horrible but what was even more horrible was that, while Enomoto felt terrible about what had happened, but she couldn't bring herself to regret it. She felt like the worst human being in the world.

She confessed all this and more to Fuse in a whisper, she told him everything.

"Do you think I'm a bad person?" She asked quietly when she was done.

"Well, part of me thinks you're an idiot," Fuse admitted, Enomoto's heart sank like a stone, she closed her eyes, she couldn't believe the pain that was washing over her, when had Fuse's opinion come to mean that much to her, she'd always liked him, always respected him but this, this was something different.

"For believing what he said about you," Fuse continued and Tatsuya cracked one eye back open, "for believing you are any less amazing than you really are, for believing that no one would take an interest in someone as smart, pretty, kind, genuine and wonderful as you. For not noticing that I did fall in love with you."

Enomoto gasped.

Fuse leaned back, the anger seeping out of him, "but I understand. Domestic abuse can happen to anyone, even the smartest people, it's not your fault. Like I keep telling you; none of this is your fault. But no; I don't think you're a bad person. Anyone who intentionally makes someone else feel unloved, ugly, stupid and worthless and sad deserves what they get. I don't think badly of you for protecting yourself."

He turned to look at her and his devastatingly beautiful grey eyes captured and held hers, "even if you'd done it on purpose I wouldn't think badly of you. I could never think badly of you."

"Glad to hear you say so!" Said a cheery voice behind them. Then before either of them could turn around

Fuse cried out and gritted his teeth in pain. He slumped forwards, blood seeping through his jacket.

"Fuse!"

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