A/N: At the moment I only have 1 follower for this story but I'm not discouraged, I'm actually surprised this even has a follower yet. Ahaha~ Anyway, on to the next chapter. By the way I should mention that I own NOTHING. Just..NOTHING. Actually, I do own the character Ky and the plot line of the story. So, yes.

Chapter 2: The More You Know

"I don't believe you." Fushimi frowned as they stood inside an ally, Ky leaning on the brick wall and he on the other side, tapping his foot against the pavement earnestly.

They had made it here pretty quickly after sneaking out of the dormitory and having a ten minute argument with Akiyama about leaving without the captain's permission. Fushimi had held a firm grip on her forearm the whole way just so that she couldn't get away if she tried, much to her dislike and muttered complaints. She was ignored, of course.

"What's not to believe? I told you what I can do and you think I'm lying?" She raised a brow at him.

In only an hour or more she already could tell Fushimi was a complex man. He was quiet, cool-headed, and liked to get the job done. Especially after he'd threatened to tranquilize her again. She'd actually agreed and he just rolled his eyes at her, not willing enough to do it and thinking the constant repetition of such a thing could hurt her in the long run. He needed a wise apprentice, not a half dead one to cart around on his back. But that was a different thought he could worry about later. What they were discussing now was far more important.

"It just seems unlikely." He retorted.

"Then how would I know things like the audio bugs, your name, and now pretty much most of your life?" She snapped back.

"You could have just assumed about the bugs, overheard my name, and you know nothing of my life." Fushimi sighed. Honestly, this brat was infuriating; acting like she just knew it all. It was taking all of his inner strength to just not raise his voice at the loser.

"Want to bet? You're Saruhiko Fushimi, former member of HOMRA before you betrayed them and joined Scepter 4. You were best friends with Yata since middle school and now you two "hate" each other. Well, more or less on one of those sides. You immediately ranked third in command once joining and didn't even have to take the written exam to join. And at only 19 years old you're one of the youngest in your division. Your birthday is November 7th, your blood type AB….do I need to go on?" She smirked, knowing she had won this argument with her superior.

Fushimi just stood there with his mouth gaping before he closed it. His eyes were wide and he suddenly felt very uncomfortable. How…she wasn't lying. Since this was true, all it meant was that he no longer had privacy. The girl could just look into his mind and know it all! He would not stand for that, no way no how.

"Get out of my head, brat!" He growled.

"I'm not in your head "Fu-Fu" I just had to talk to you for a few minutes. After that all the knowledge one could ever know about you was transferred to my brain. Now I know everything about you. Including some weird personal stuff…" She shook her head before continuing, "Everything you know about yourself at least. Like, if you didn't know your blood type then I wouldn't of. But I do know every lie you've ever told, every dream you can remember, every test you remember failing in highschool before you dropped out, all of it! And I know your feelings on Yata….and your rather…erm…detailed fantasies about him…" She blushed and rubbed an eye as she looked away from the also red-tint-cheeked cobalt haired male.

"Don't call me "Fu-Fu" only the captain can get away with that type of thing. And that is immensely unsettling…It's like I have no privacy. Heh, just like the internet in this world now a days. But either way, keep my thoughts of Misaki to yourself. I didn't think you'd be able to see so much. Now, last but not least explain that." He pointed to the insignia on her wrist.

She was quiet for a while and shifted her weight.

"If I tell you, would you promise to keep it to yourself?" She whispered shyly.

"I don't like the idea of socializing. This is likely the longest conversation I'll have this month, you know. So I think you can trust that I won't be telling anyone anything about you." He leaned back on the wall, taking off his glasses to clean them.

"Fine…Well, when I was about 16 years old my mother kicked me out of the house because she was afraid I would tell my father about the affair she was having. She thought I had been spying on her but in reality I just…knew. I couldn't help it! I can't help what I'm forced to know. Either way, I got pushed onto the streets and that night two men came up and tried to rob me of my purse and what little money I had in it. I fought back but I wasn't that skilled at that time and froze when they brought out a small handgun. Next thing I knew they were both running away in fear after a flash of red had passed between me and them. I was so confused.

When I looked to my left, at where the red had flamed off to, I saw a boy I thought looked about 14 standing there. He was actually 17. He walked over and helped me up and told me he wouldn't hurt me. He was kind of rough looking but he didn't seem mean so I let him take me back to this bar a few other guys were prowling around in. Then I knew his name was Misaki Yata and I thanked him a ton. But instead of running off he made me promise to stay until I was better. They all were nice for the most part, especially Mr. Kusanagi. I ended up becoming friends with Yata and I really respected the group he ran with. So, ever since then I drew the symbol on my arm as a sort of "thank you" to them and a reminder of who saved my life. It means a lot to me." As she finished she sighed, rubbing at the mark almost lovingly.

Fushimi listened and nodded a few times to show he hadn't zoned off but then thought to himself.

"Tch…just like Misaki to be scared of girls and then play the prideful hero to one. Wonder why he was out at that time anyway..."

"So that is how you know him and that explains the mark. Did you two stay in touch after this event?" Fushimi raised a brow.

"Y-Yeah for the most part. Stopped talking maybe a year ago after he turned 18 because I ran off to live on my own. We can both see how that turned out, can't we…?" She shrugged.

"Right…but how does this have to do with "my precious Yata" you wanted to tell me about?" He pressed, getting bored with the ever changing conversation.

"Well I know you dislike me an awful lot, Saru. And I'm sorry I'm already a disappointment to you but I want you to know: He doesn't hate you as much as he presses…and if you'll let me, I want to help you. I know you follow him, Saru. It's really creepy and stalkerish but I know about it. I've seen the pure longing in your eyes no matter how much you try to hide it in your thoughts. And I know everything about Yata so just maybe with your permission-"

"I don't want your help with something you are misunderstanding, brat." He snapped at her and went to walk away. She grabbed his hand.

"Look, I know you're a generally bored and unmotivated individual but for god sakes try and look at this differently!" Ky had never met anyone so stubborn. Fushimi whipped around and snatched his hand away from her as he raised his voice.

"Leave me alone, kid! I don't need some 18 year old telling me how to live my life." And with that he turned and began walking away.

"….."If I can't have your love, I WILL have your hate, Misaki!"…Saru…" She watched him stop dead in his tracks and turn his head over his shoulder, staring at the ground behind him as if he was hesitating.

"…"

"You said that…I know you wish things were different but if there is anything I can do to help, please let me." She walked over to him and rested her hands on his shoulders.

He was silent for a while until he turned and faced her, narrowing his eyes as he kept them locked to the ground.

"Its way too late for this to turn into a simple fairy tale love story, brat. You know that." He softly spoke.

"I know. I didn't say that." She squeezed his shoulders a bit as if trying to encourage him.

He gave a long sigh like he had been holding his breath, which he had been ever since she repeated his own words back.

"…He can never love me. But he can hate me…I peruse him constantly and I always wonder, does he do the same? I only want him to look at me with those hate filled eyes...passion filled eyes…only at me…I want him to desperately chase after me just as I chase after him...I want him to only think of me…I want him…" Fushimi whispered as his hands turned to fists at his side.

"Saru?" She raised a brow.

"…Ky…I'm about to ask a favor of you." He seemed so against it, like it only angered him to have to ask.

Ky smiled. She could do whatever it is. She had promised she would help if she could, so now was the time.

"Proceed." She nodded.

"I'm tired of begging for his hate, for yearning for the fights we have…of following him just so we could "run into" each other…of pushing him to his limit…I've done what I always do sooner or later: I've grown bored of it. I still want to see that passion in his eyes...but I want it to be the passion humans have for the ones they love." Fushimi hissed, sounding furious.

"What do you want me to do?"

"I'm asking for your help. Help me find him and talk to him without any of his damn "comrades" backing him up. If you truly can know everything about him, help him realize his emotions for me…and help me make sure it is love. If I can have your hate, then I'll better have your love, Mi~sa~ki~." Fushimi looked into her eyes, his own furrowed in a new found determination, something he had only ever felt when determined to have battle with his Misaki. Yes…Misaki was his.

Ky didn't dare blink and stared hard into her superior's soul through those ice cold eyes. He meant this…this was what he wanted…this is what he would have.

"I'll do it."

A/N: Alrighty so now they've decided to, what it almost sounds like, make Misaki fall in love with Saru. That'll go over well won't it? Maybe, maybe not, but we'll find out won't we? I hope everyone is enjoying so far, please follow and review sirs! Constructional criticism is VERY much appreciated! :D