Yehey! This chapter is dedicated to Saruhiko Fushimi,, I really love his character and I hope I have portrayed him well throughout this chapter. His character was proven to be a challenge because of his twisted nature. Added, the interaction with the Blue King and Fushimi was hard to draft the concept. But I'm glad that I was able to finish this chapter. You don't know how hard for it is for me to visualize and create this.
((Pats myself on the shoulder))
But I did it... So a round of applause for me everybody ~~ hehehe xd
Ohh.. If you have read K - Days of Blue you will understand Fushimi better.. The bold phrases comes from the chapter titled " Trace "
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" Oi! Shut the kid up..."
She glared at the officer in blue while patting the head of the child. As possible, she was trying to calm the child down who was shocked after being situated in such danger. The child was clinging to her right leg desperately in attempt to seek comfort. He hushed into a silent whimper, eyes filled with tears that began to dry from the heated atmosphere.
They were standing in a dilapidated store, where the heat was not average as sweat began to trickle from her forehead.
It would be best to leave this ruin place and take the child somewhere else or will soon come down with a heat stroke.
But...
Her seethed eyes never left the blue officer, who completely ignored their presence.
She couldn't believe his attitude.
He was too apathetic to even care.
Without her knowing, her body pace towards the blue officer while the child got off her leg. Raising her hand, a hard fist was about to meet the blue officer's face. But then realizing her action, her clench fist withdraws to an open palm but had already reached his face. Instead the blue officer receives a hard slap on his left cheek than a fist, causing him to tumble backward.
Feeling the boiling fury was washed from her system. She loomed over the officer's figure while her eyes never leave his form for a second.
"What the hell do you think lives are? "
The blue officer only come in silence.
"Don't you dare recklessly endanger something without even considering it in the first place. Try remembering that. "
Satisfied with her intent, she then left with the child leaving the officer into his silence.
Chapter 4 : Enkindle Blue
I'll get use to it...
He gaits through the hallways with his hands into his pockets. Ignoring the swell rising from his left cheek; probably still flushed red. Watchful eyes prodded his figure as he passed by them.
Get use to it soon...
He only clicked his tongue dismissing their stares with indifference. His eyes were in the dark, prominently casting the shadow of his foul mood.
This is not the end, but a beginning...
And the cause of such mood was the red print on his left cheek. The pain still pinched, making him frown deeper as he callously rubs his left cheek.
That bitch...
Billowing streams had resurfaced in to the sky; foggy and dark. After the unusual explosions that happen within the shopping district.
The sudden ignitions triggered an unexpected chain reaction that drove the people into a wild panic frenzy. Where everyone scurries to safety as the explosions continued, causing a wild fire within the area.
Amidst the horrifying explosions, a man stood on top of the only upright lamppost left. The foggy smoke condescendingly ascended, showing his firm silhouette. His ruffled black hair wane against the bristling haze shadowing the people below him. Watching them below with a dark grim, enjoying the outbreak of chaos. Their petrified voices and the fear they produce was a wonderful melody to his ears. He raised his arms to the sky, inhaling the sweet scent of scorch flames and ashes of dead corpses that become an addictive aroma that was connected to his palette, savouring the fantasy of dry blood from the tip of his tongue.
"Very fucking beautiful.." He praised benevolently to the skies, feeling bliss at this moment where everything was plunge into utter chaos.
His moment of reverie was disrupted as he was alarmed by the screeched vehicles that were gathering below him. His upright posture never wavers and didn't spare a glance to know who they were.
" Ahh.. If it isn't the blues.. " He hummed, motioning his arms in a welcoming embrace. " Isn't it a pleasant afternoon? "
"Under the law we order you to submit in arrest"
He reciprocated their order with a maniacal chuckle that pitches into high-note that resonates throughout the district. The blue members scowl in disgust as they unsheathe their sabers and ready their selves for battle.
" I'm definitely going to have a blast.."
The Special Police Squad tried to advance in their attacks but was hindered by the invisible beams that the strain had produce, triggering an array of explosions. Just by positioning with his palms, the strain was able to create a heavy ignition. Added, making it difficult for them to manoeuvre as there were still civilians running around the vicinity. Avoiding them to be harm and at the same time getting caught in the explosion was proven to be difficult.
"What's wrong is this what Scepter 4 has to offer? " The strain landed on a dilapidated rooftop that was rousing with tepid flames. He grimaces in disappointment as he pokes his tongue out.
"And I though you people were going to show me some good time.. "
The strain taunted the blues endlessly, causing the rise of his arrogance which leave him unguarded.
"All this in the name of justice. What a total bull-
Thrown daggers, slice through with immense speed that the strain wasn't able to react quickly. The strain merely made a narrow dodge, as he was struck on his left shoulder blade and the right region of his stomach. The strain took the initiative to retreat, as he leaps from a very far distance and was heading straight for a secluded building.
" Tsskk.. He escaped huh ? " Scepter 4's third-in-command came through the currently hazy air, left by the toppled explosions almost in decay.
" Fushimi-san " Hidaka rushed to his side, informing the state of the situation briefly. Giving prominent details about the strain and their current situation.
" I see.. " Fushimi respond tepidly, his eyes trailing towards the retreated form of the strain.
" Fushimi-san we are now moving the civilians to safety " Hidaka continued, rather dubiously as their third-in-command started walking away which added his concern.
" Ahh.. " The third-in-command paused momentarily in his steps, not sparing a glance and sighed "You continue what you're doing.."
" But.. what about you ? Don't tell me you're planning to apprehend the strain by yourself. It's very dangerous.. "
Tsskk.. How annoying, that's why he preferred to work alone. And get the job done quickly as possible
".. Please just do your job" He clicked his tongue and sigh once more" Don't even think about following me. It'll become troublesome"
Their third-in-command left the scene leaving them in an almost dilapidated state as the other members started tending the victims.
"Again with this? " Hidaka sigh, raking the strands of his brown hair. "Well he ever learn to rely his teammates?"
The strain tried to flee around the corners of the alleyway. It seems that injury he had on his shoulder blade and stomach region was no joke. It had impale his movements as if was imbued with high-intensity of heat. It was like being gradually burn on the inside.
"Where do you think you're going? "
Another wave off daggers rushed through, causing the strain to forcefully jerk his body backwards. Enduring the pain in his movements and crash landed unto a store where he toppled some fabrics on his head.
"That rather suites you " The third-in-command snickers, fiddling the sharp blades around his fingers. His footsteps callously crunched, making his way to the gape hole and to him.
" Damn you- " The strain hissed as his left knee was struck by another dagger. Like before, the dagger simmer his flesh and bones; almost melting it.
" If you want this to be easy I suggest you turn yourself in or else.. " The third-in-command threaten the strain by striking a dagger near his head; purposely missing the shot.
"WaaAAAaaaaaaaaahhhh.. "
The third-in-commands attention shifted to the crying little boy who was clinging unto someone. He couldn't see this person's appearance distinctively. For person's back was face to him and was certain that this person was trying to calm the child down.
An unwanted nuisance in the scene. Why do they appear in such a crucial timing?
As the third-in-command was distracted the strain had thrown the fabrics from his head to his face to buy some time.
The strain barely manage his footing as he lunge forward and wrapped the child around using his uninjured arm. The strain's sudden force causes the other person to pull away in a safe distance.
He slices the fabrics with his daggers. When the third-in-command had finally adjusted his eyes, he saw the strain taking the child as hostage.
As he recalled from the Hidaka's recent report, this strain triggers an invisible beam of ignition just by positioning his hands.
" What's wrong are you going to make a move or.." The strain move his hand across the child's face as he threateningly smug " ..do you want me to make my move? What do you say blue ? "
The third-in-command clicked his tongue, unfazed by the threat "Huh? You seem pretty arrogant for someone who's in the edge like a cornered little mouse."
" It seems that you don't understand the situation very well, you cocky bastard. It's you who's in a disadvantage here not me "
" Listen carefully, you pathetic piece of trash.. " He started, his saber clinked which stream a blue aura that glinted towards the hilt. "It seems that you don't understand the situation very well. I am the one who has the advantage here. You're just stupid enough to not even realize it... " He then drawled, as his aura began to waver in his saber "..That's why trashes are nothing more than trashes."
This angered the strain, as his face contorted in a deep scowl. "Fucking bastard!"
"Fushimi ready.. " His saber was released and was consumed by a blue aura that started flickering around his body.
The strain was about to wave his hand towards the child's head.
The child cried in utter terror as if it was aware that he was going to die.
But before the third-in-command release his blue aura, and before the strain could unleash his ignition.
Someone had intruded; the strain felt a sudden sharp pain on his left hip. It was in a flash, that he soon realize that someone had kick him. The child was release from his grasp as his hand made contact with the concrete wall, causing an ignition. The dented surface then break into pile of rubles and crashed towards him.
While the third-in-command meet the air, slicing his saber across the room which his blue aura flicker into condescending strips.
"Damn and I almost had him too.."
Saruhiko Fushimi was now standing before his superior. Into the Blue King's domain where it filled nothing but his overwhelming presence. At least his presence was bearable to handle.
The Blue King sat comfortably on his chair and was immerse in his usual set of jigsaw puzzles.
He could never understand his way of thinking? Or what he is thinking in the first place. But just looking at him across the room was enough to tell that he was a King. It might be that his just solving a puzzle in his hands but to him it was like moulding everything into place. He was creating his ideal world by moving them accordingly to his will.
The Blue King - Reisi Munakata
"You're truly a king... " he callously whispered.
" Do you know why you're called in here Fushimi-kun ? "
Saruhiko didn't know if he had heard him or not. But his voice manages to break the silence between them.
He took a long side glance, while dubiously responding to him " In regards to last mission about the strain that can cause ignition "
" Oh? And is there something else..? " The Blue king raised a brow, his eyes never leave the puzzle as his hands continued to place some pieces together.
Saruhiko clicked his tongue, feeling peeve. He was aware that the Blue King already knows what had happen. He just really wanted to hear it out from his mouth. These are some of the things he dislikes about him.
"..The safety of the civilians? "
"Indeed.." The Blue King sighs, his hand receded a piece away, putting it on the side of the desk as he prop his arms and clasp his fingers together. " I have allowed you to move freely. But it doesn't mean that you're going to neglect your responsibilities. To protect our cause we take priority in lives as it's the purpose of our justice."
Saruhiko feign indifferently, despite being reeled in by the conversation. Being lectured was one of the things he hated, and it goes to no exception. And it was just perplexing for him to listen about.
" Am I making myself clear Fu- "
When the Blue King's eyes shifted to the puzzle board and to the third-in-command, he momentarily paused; rather intrigue by the red mark on his left cheek. As a query was associated in his thought and narrow a suspicion against the third-in-command.
Saruhiko could feel the intense gaze of the Blue King, specifically towards his left cheek. His quiet and deadly gaze was alarming as if it was prodding against his insides like a dissected animal.
Creepy..
The Blue King's gaze becomes intimidating that it made him want to leave. Adding to the many reasons why he dislikes him and why everyone feels uncomfortable around him. He was too forceful.
"If you don't have anything else to say then I'm taking my leave"
The Blue King only wondered, his eyes never left him even when he turn and started walking towards the door.
" Fushimi have you already get used to it yet? "
And again, he was asking the same question.
Saruhiko stop mid-steps and didn't spare a glance as he silently clicked his tongue.
Why does this same question seem to bother him so much...?
" I have told you already. I am used to it"
" I see.." The Blue King nodded, tipping his head low hiding a small smile against his clasped fingers. As his glasses glinted in amusement in contrast with his curious eyes; prying to no ends " Then about that mark on your left cheek..."
"I'm leaving"
He had finished the job once again, all by himself.
The strain was knocked to ground by heavy rubbles. He was not dead but wasn't lucky to be alive either. If it were him he'd just stay unconscious for the rest of his life. For neither life nor death was good place for him to live. That's why trashes stay trashes and should be better of not existing. Why did they have to exist in the first place?
He had chained the strain with a special kind of handcuff that's specially made for extraordinary beings.
" WaaaAAAAAAAhhhhHHHHHHH"
The loud cry of the little boy was irritating; it was getting on his nerves as it didn't stop crying.
That's why he hated little children...
" Oi! Shut that kid up "
Saruhiko clicked his tongue, demanding the person that stayed with the child. He didn't spare a glance as he took out his PDA and started fiddling on the buttons.
He had to make a report and contact the others immediately.
As his thumb was about to press the send button.
A very strong force had struck his left cheek causing him to tumble backwards. The sharp pain rouses in his left cheek, while his PDA and glasses had slip through the ground. He felt a strange ringing across his left ear that was penetrating his ear drums.
Fuck that hurts...
Saruhiko clenched his teeth and silently wince from the inside. His hand instinctively reacts to the pain and soothes it by his touch.
The crunches of footsteps become low beats that tapped into his ear. A shadow was looming over him as he looks beneath his lashes; he saw a pair of shoes in his line of vision.
His hearing aid was blurry, but could anticipate a wave of sound that was directed to him. He slowly tips his head up, taking in the presence of the person before him.
He could see this person's lips parted; closing and opening the words being expressed.
He couldn't clearly hear the tone by was able to understand the vague words in his ears, which had become audible in passing seconds.
The person had soon left with the child.
Leaving him with a foul mood in a heated edge.
Saruhiko mumbles with a curse as he reach for his glasses.
He swears he'll never forgets this.
As he never forgets, especially things that he hates...
OMG! - Saruhiko got bitch slap.. Take that Saru!
Sorry I couldn't help myself and write this at the end. .
Actually I was even tempted to title this as " Bitch Slap"
(( BITCH SLAPS YOU )) hehe.. XD..
I'm probably going to update very soon might I suggest to try and read some of my other fanfictions...