"Saruhiko..." Misaki whines from his position in front of the full body mirror, his hands cupping his face all the while. Saruhiko, who's been lazing around on the bed only groans in reply and turns away from his love. "Saruhiko!" Misaki calls out again and chucks a bottle of water at the blue clansman's head. It bounces off the lazy man's head and falls to the carpeted floor, Saruhiko not even flinching or even clicking his tongue. Misaki paid no mind and turns back towards the mirror. "I'm a fucking oil reserve, look at this! I just woke up and I look like someone dumped a whole bucket of diesel on my face and-... Are you even listening to me?"
Again, Misaki chucked an item towards his mate, this time a comb. Saruhiko easily catches the comb with his reflexes without even looking up from his pillow. "Stop whining, Misaki," the blue clansman sighs with a click of his tongue. Like a panther getting up from its nap, Saruhiko rises up from the comfort of the mattress, his eyes sleepy and yet still watching Misaki like a predator stalking its prey. With the way the sun shines on his pecs, abdomen, back, and biceps, Misaki couldn't help but stare a bit.
"How can I not whine? I've never had any oil problems before!" the ex-vanguard shrieks, causing Saruhiko to groan and rolls off the bed. He's wearing nothing but a pair of faded jeans that hugs his taut legs perfectly, the zipper and button undone. "And I'm running out of clothes to wear, damn monkey," he continues on a quieter tone and with a pout. Saruhiko notices this, smirks, and stalks over to where Misaki is standing. The blue clansman then slowly proceeds to wrap his strong arms from behind Misaki, pulling the shorter male into an embrace before patting the 21-week-old baby bump.
"You sure have gotten much bigger, and healthier, Misaki" Saruhiko purrs languidly whilst rubbing his nose and mouth against Misaki's ear, hypnotizing the crow into melting into his arms and his blue eyes staring at Misaki in a way that could make anyone faint, or stare. "The baby's kicking hard, and strong, and growing at quite a fast rate. Tell you what, we'll go get some maternity clothes, and I'll treat you to whatever you want for the whole day. And you don't have to worry about your oil problem, there are hardly any pimples on you and Doctor Yuzuki did say that it's normal at this stage,"
Saruhiko's soothing voice calms Misaki and he slumps his head against Saruhiko's shoulders in a relaxed manner. At least the blue clansman is taking account on his discomfort, and doing anything he could to fix it. That's the kind of person Saruhiko is, he'll find a way to fix a problem despite what he says, or how much complaints he dished out. Even so, he won't fix for free and will demand something from whomever he's helping for. And Misaki is already prepared for whatever the monkey wants from him.
Saruhiko's arms, which was supposed to be wounded around his shoulders and neck, now moving around lower, his palms caressing the crow's chest, belly and waist. "So tonight, Misaki..." Saruhiko purrs and his mouth starts kissing his love's ears and cheeks, alarm bells are already sounding inside the crow's head. "Why not we both do something we really enjoy, and there's some extra whipped cream in the fridge, we should try that," he continues as he rubs against Misaki in a way that's hardly could be called cuddling anymore. Though the moment his arms wound back around the crow's neck, Misaki was ready.
One sharp pinch to the blue clansman's arms was all that it needs for Misaki to step out of Saruhiko's hold. "Let's go get some clothes, and you can have fun all you want," the crow deadpans. Blue eyes blink rapidly as if he couldn't believe what he heard, but Misaki is not just speedy with his movements, but his comebacks too. "In the bathroom," the crow then drops the subject on the spot and walks away, swaggering in a way to show his victory. Saruhiko is left at his spot, a little dejected and disappointed but extremely pleased. He'll have his way with Misaki; he always have, and no doubt he always will.
As the Fushimi couple goes around with their business, Anna is busy in her room at the second floor of bar Homra. The people below, along with Izumo, hardly know what she's doing alone in her room, but if one is to peek through her keyhole, they could see the whole room is shrouded with a brilliant red light emanating from her body. Anna is no longer the child she used to be, her powers had grown immense that once, Reisi had to watch over her for a while until she could control it on her own accord.
Her eyes, from its usual, quiet grey are now a bright red along with the contours of her body. Her breathing is deep, even, and calm, the pressure from her powers shook the room a little bit as her marbles spin around her like planets orbiting the sun. She had pinpoint the location of the criminal Strain after a few endless nights of strengthening her powers, and now she's going to have a word with him via telepathic link. Apparently that Strain is also just as capable as she is, though much, much weaker.
The link is connected, and she can only 'see' a man standing in the darkness, sneering at her.
Anna narrows her eyes and concentrates more, causing her marbles to spin faster and even bumping against each other in their uneven orbit. Even though her marbles are chipped and cracked, Anna hardly cares for that. "Why are you after Misaki, Saruhiko and their child?" she shouts out, both in her mind and through her mouth. She knows no one would be able to hear her as the radio is blasting to full volume downstairs. "They've done nothing wrong to you! Leave them alone!" she continues ad her room shakes a little more, dust slowly raining down from the beams.
"Don't play games with me little girl, they ruined my life if that's what you were wondering," he spats out at her, the sneer now turned to a frown which makes her falter a bit. "I was supposed to be a millionaire! Go around the world, expanding my territory and conquer everything! But those two ruined everything I've ever worked for, and that's why they'll pay!" the mysterious man roars out, sending a throbbing pain shooting up her brain and causing one of her marbles to explode on its own. Anna kneels down for a few seconds and readjusts her link; the exploded marble slowly reforms but only half of its usual size.
Anna, for the first time ever in her life, growls at the man and sends a burst of psychic attack, sending the man reeling backwards from its sheer force on his mind. "You don't play games with me, old man. Whatever you've done is your own fault, I'm sure Misaki and Saruhiko wouldn't ruin another man's life for their own sheer pleasure," she hisses out as the red glow from her body intensifies that it pours out of her room's keyhole. "You're a bad man, and I can tell you were always bad,"
The mysterious man growls and sends her his own blast of psychic attack, as strong as he could muster and cuts off the connection. Anna shrieks a little from the pain coursing through her body, nearly all her marbles exploded as the red glow slowly dissipates and she falls in a heap on the floor. Her eyes slowly returning to its original colour, but they're dimmed and unfocused as Anna struggles to move, but her body is almost as heavy as lead. Tears formed at the side of her eyes when she thinks about the pain Saruhiko had gone through after losing Ryuu, and once again his child is in danger.
I have to warn Saruhiko, the criminal Strain is going after them, she thought frantically as she tries to form her marbles again despite her weakened condition. Even though she doesn't know him that much, and that the connection is somewhat uneven and incomplete, she knows who that Strain is, and the whole reason he truly hates Saruhiko and Misaki so much. It isn't just some sort of revenge, it's payback. He's getting back at them for making him lose his most precious belonging, by making them lose their most precious person.
"Mogura's after Ryuu..." she whispers out hoarsely, her tears now streaming down her face like a couple of rivers.
At that particular moment, Izumo walks up towards her room, wondering why his customers are complaining for a sudden headache and a painful feeling up their hearts. The bartender suspects Anna's emotions are getting the better of her again and leaking out towards his customers as he hardly feels anything. Knocking on the door, he calls out for her and walks in, only to see the young teen sprawled on the floor half conscious. "Anna!" Izumo cries out in surprise and quickly went over to her before cradling her against his chest. "Anna, what happened? Did you have an overflow of your powers again?" the bartender continues as he massages her spine a little to help her get her motor skills back.
Anna reaches up towards Izumo, her eyes filled with determination even though her body is extremely weak from what just happened. "Izumo," she calls out to him in a hoarse voice. "I need you to warn Saruhiko, Mogura's on the move, he's targeting their child, and yours too," Anna warns before passing out in the bartender's arms. Izumo wonders in confusion, until her words finally sink into his head. Placing Anna back on her bed, Izumo fishes his phone out and calls for the very one number he desperately needs to call.
"Seri-chan, dispatch Scepter 4 as fast as you can, and whatever you do, stay in the house with Chiharu,"
The tingle down his spine is definitely not something he should be ignoring, Saruhiko knows this feeling too well and he'll be damned if he's going to walk around the shopping complex without keeping his guard up. Misaki on the other hand, is completely oblivious to the danger just lurking at the corner. "Hey Saruhiko," the crow's voice suddenly cuts through the blue clansman's thoughts and his blue eyes turn to his russet-haired lover. "You think this is a good colour on me?" the crow asks as he holds up a large red shirt to show Saruhiko. The Scepter 4 agent pulls a face at Misaki's choice of clothing and colour.
"Misaki, you already have red splattered on that head of mop you call hair, you don't need to make it more obvious by trying to blend it in any more than it should," Saruhiko sighs good-naturedly and pulls the shrieking ex-vanguard away from the shelf. "Come here, you still need lessons in fashion," he snickers as his smaller lover tries to smack him away, but Saruhiko merely tugs on him harder, though still keeping a gentle grip on Misaki's wrist.
The two continues to shop, though Saruhiko keeps a complete guard over Misaki should something or someone pops up unannounced. He was already given the orders to mobilize with the rest of his team through his pager, but he replied that he's already watching over Misaki and couldn't afford to leave his side. So, it was Mogura who's been planning this whole thing ever since he broke out of jail all those years ago. Talk about persistence, and patience, Saruhiko thought with a growl but keeps his animosity hidden from Misaki. Unbeknownst to him, Misaki had already sensed it and wonders what's going on.
He's so agitated these past few weeks, wonder what's up with him, Misaki thought ruefully as he watches Saruhiko from the corner of his eyes. Saruhiko is by the shop's entrance, watching his surrounding in what could be described as a predatory sweep, his blue eyes roaming the place frantically. Misaki continues to watch over his lover even after he's paid the maternity clothes he wanted. The crow needs to know what's been boiling Saruhiko's blood all these times. Did I do something? Doesn't he want to be here with me in the first place? Curiosity turns to annoyance when Misaki thought of that. "At least say something, stupid, brainless, idiotic monkey," he mumbles under his breath.
"What are you talking about now, Misaki?" Saruhiko asks with a click of his tongue. Misaki twitches in surprise when he found out that Saruhiko heard him. But Saruhiko didn't ask about the matter any further. "Have you gotten everything that you need? You want lunch or anything?" with the way Saruhiko asks in such a nonchalant way, boils Misaki's blood a little and he huffs past Saruhiko. The blue clansman stares after the crow in surprise and calls out his name, but Misaki hardly regards him and walks towards the exit of the mall.
That's when Saruhiko felt it, a dangerous sensation from the top of the mall. "Misaki, I'm going to the toilet for a bit, stay in the car," Saruhiko calls out to Misaki's back, knowing the crow could hear him perfectly well, as does most of the people within the mall. Running in the opposite direction, Saruhiko dashes off to find the staircase connecting to the roof. The workers there barricaded him from going any further, but Saruhiko shows his Scepter 4 credentials and quickly run up the moment they let him pass through. He wasted no time at all and uses his skills to jump from the stair's railings up a few floors. Saruhiko got up to the roof in less than five minutes, his body pulsating with blue aura.
Mogura stood there, waiting for his enemy to appear. He didn't see Misaki at the parking lot, realizing Saruhiko took the underground park instead, but he did sense the bloodlust coming up towards him. The door of the roof opens with a crash, Saruhiko standing behind it with his leg up in the air to show that he had kicked it open with tremendous force that blew it off its hinges. "Nice to see you haven't run off, bastard," the blue clansman growls and stalks towards Mogura. The criminal Strain stood his ground, the dark glasses he's wearing obscured his eyes from Saruhiko's view, but his deep frown shows the blue clansman how much hate he's feeling. "What do you want from us?"
Mogura merely smiles. After escaping Scepter 4, he's completely changed his looks from wearing hoodies and goggles to black suits, tie and black pants with combat boots. Obviously, the looks of a mafia member. "I have no time to deal with the likes of you," Mogura growls and fires at Saruhiko. The agent manages to dodge in time but the bullet grazed his brow a little, making a small but painfully deep cut. With a flash bomb in his hand, Mogura smirks at Saruhiko before flipping him the finger. "I'm going to drag your kid and that fag down to hell with me," he says and activates the bomb. Saruhiko shields his eyes from the blinding light, and curses in every language he could think of when Mogura is no longer there.
When Saruhiko returns to Misaki, the crow wondered what happened to his brow. "Ah, this? It's nothing; a salesclerk accidentally nicked me there when she was holding a scissor to cut some strings. Really, don't her parents tell her not to swing scissors around?" was all Saruhiko answered with a click of his tongue. Misaki laughs at Saruhiko for being careless, but deep down he knows.
Why are you lying, Saruhiko?