Ice fills my veins slowly, leaving me numb. I don't slow down. Instead I speed by him, then turn around to face him.
"What do the hell do you want, Monkey?" I demand, contorting my face in rage, not letting any pain show through.
"Oh, Misaki," he sings. "I'm not even allowed to say hello to you when we pass in the street? Tch. Didn't Mikoto teach you any manners?"
Fire quickly replaces the ice as he mentions Mikoto-san. "Don't you dare even bring him up," I hiss. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you right here, right now."
His eyes taunt me, his grin mocking. "I think...you still like me. You don't want to, but you do. You miss me, Mi-sa-kiii," he draws my name out.
I feel myself start to lose control, my vision going red as my aura flares around me. "I like the thought of wrapping my hands around your throat until you stop breathing. Especially. When. You. Call. Me. That."
He chuckles teasingly. "So kill me. Wrap your tiny little hands around my throat and try." He draws his saber, eyes concentrating on me, watching my every move.
I roar in fury, flying at him with my skateboard, aiming directly for his face. He ducks, and I land on the ground, skidding to a stop a few yards away.
"What's wrong, Misaki? Where's that baseball bat you're so fond of? Why not just use HOMRA's power against me? What's stopping you?" He taunts. "Could it be that you do have feelings for me?"
I raise a hand, glowing red, advancing with my skateboard. Just one punch. If I could just punch his face, break those stupid little glasses of his, hopefully break his nose...
"Fushimi!" A commanding voice barks. We both turn to the source. Awashima Seri, or The Heartless Woman, as Kusanagi-san calls her. "What do you think you're doing?" She glares at him from down the street, tapping her foot impatiently. "This is no time to get into some street fight. Put your sword away and come with me. Now."
He glances at me one last time, tchs, and walks away.
"Hey! We weren't finished!" I call after him, fist still red with power. "Get your ass back here, you coward!"
"Ahh, Misaki, am I really the coward here? I'm just following orders, like I'm supposed to. You're the one who picked the fight with me. Perhaps next time you'll behave more civilly," he turns his head back towards me, still grinning that fucking smile. "Until next time, Mi-sa-kiiiii!"
I watch them walk away, hoping that that woman yells at him until he goes deaf.
Finally, I sigh, and return to HOMRA, return to the people who I don't hate (although, that Kamamoto asshole gets on my nerves so damn much...). HOMRA sounds so much like home, because to us, those of us privileged enough to be a part of it, it is our home. Why would anyone leave home, leave his family, his best friend, for cold-hearted strangers, people who he once thought of as enemies?
Why, Monkey?
AN: Hi! I hope you like it so far! I'll try to upload a new chapter when I get the chance, so in the meantime, please feel free to review and give me some feedback!