A/N: The third drabble of my SaruMi fic. The reviews are making me write another one. Calm your tits people if my update was too slow. My drabbles are based on what I experience in my everyday life, well not all drabbles though. It's also based on my imagination. So while I was washing the dishes, I come up with this drabble so enjoy and do forgive my very very poor English. I'm seriously not good with grammars and shits. Don't read this shit if you will only critic the grammar. =_=

Wrong Yata Delusion.

In SCEPTER 4 Headquarters…

Saruhiko was taking a shower after a long day of encoding and patrolling Shizume City using the latest technology from SCEPTER 4. Reminiscing his old life when he was still a member of HOMRA. Those were the days where he was still a shut-in member and only Yatagarasu Misaki was the only one he could talk to.

-FLASHBACK-

"Saruhiko! Come on. Why don't you join us?" the orange-haired said dragging Fushimi in his seat and join their arm wrestling competition. He just shrugged Yata's arm and goes back from drinking his champagne. Yata just couldn't understand what he was thinking in that head of his.

If only you could understand how much I despise that Mikoto from taking your attention to me. But who am I to fight him? I'm just his clansmen and he's the king. If I could…If I could only have power the same power as Mikoto has. Would you also look at me with that eyes of yours gazing from amusement?

-END OF FLASHBACK-

"Who am I kidding? Let's just face the fact Misaki will never be mine." He sighed, with the water flowing from the shower he desperately thinks about Misaki, the one that he will never be able to be by side.

A few minutes, Saruhiko turned-off the shower and goes out of the bathroom. He was wiping his hair when he heard a knock from his door. Confused cause it's already in the middle of the night for someone to be knocking at his room. Of course he wasn't expecting that it was connected about work, he had enough and want a time to himself. He walk towards the door and slowly opened the door.

"Kaichou…What do yo-" he couldn't finished his sentence when a beautiful short orange-haired came. The woman wears and a white v-neck long with a white wireless headset on her neck. A green mini skirt with white loose socks and paired with an orange blue lining shoes.

The orange woman bowed at him if he was disturbing his sleeping. The psycho Saru shook his head and said it was alright since he was still awake. He asked for the woman's name cause she has the resemblance of Yata Misaki. Gulping, he wouldn't do if his hunch was correct, the woman said her name claiming as Misaki Yata. Saruhiko was right and fainted.

"Oh my god! Mister, are you okay?" the female Misaki said as she tries waking Fushimi up. She didn't know what to do so she just went inside of his apartment and get some towel to wipe his face. After some wiping, Saruhiko finally woke up and regain his consciousness. The female was still in front of him, he tried to pinch himself if this was a dream. He felt pain so it wasn't a dream and is now getting some crazy desires. He then grabbed her trying to touch if those breasts were real. Female Misaki was blushing and accidentally slaps him hard making Saru fell with nose bleeding. Even the slap was beautiful and real.

The female Misaki apologized to Saruhiko for slapping him. She asked him if he was alright showing in the mirror that his face was still has the mark of her hand. He nodded and said he was alright wiping the blood from his nose. He was now full of desires of raping the woman and he will never ever let this chance go.

"I am so going to not let this chance go. MI-SA-KI…" he said slowly moving towards her. He finally had him in his clutches as Saruhiko smirks and whispers in her ears.

"MI-SA-KI…." Licking her ears and then facing her. The female Misaki smiled changing her face expression.

"YOU DAMN MONKEY!" she said as she punched Saruhiko and came flying in the air.

Saruhiko woke up lying in the floor, naked with only the towel covering in his body. It was all just a bad dream. He really felt the punch was real and tries to search for unnecessary people who came inside his apartment. The main door was open and it was definitely real. But the real question on how did Yata Misaki became a female was still shrouded in mystery.

The End.