"Sa-Saru... What are you DOING WITH WADDLES!" Yata practically screamed as he tried to look away from where Waddles was being held.
Fushimi stood, not sure if he should turn around and run back to his shower with waddles, or risk setting the duck down and having Misaki see him in all his glory. In the end Fushimi tried to reason with Yata.
"Misaki... You see this isn't what it looks like-"
"REALLY? BECAUSE IT LOOKS LIKE YOUR HOLDING A BABY DUCK TO YOUR JUNK. REALLY SARU? I KNEW YOU HAD KINKS BUT THIS IS PUSHING IT TOO FAR."
Fushimi sighed, He wasn't sure how he was going to reason with Misaki. He really could be incredibly dense sometimes.
"Misaki if you don't Shut Up and allow me to explain I'm going to remove Waddles and I really don't think you want to see what He's shielding."
With a gulp Misaki visibly paled at Fushimi's words. With a nod of Yata's head, Fushimi began to explain the recent events.
"Well I woke up and you weren't here, and I noticed Waddles nibbling on my glasses so I decided I'd throw some lettuce on the ground and go take a shower. Little did I know our favorite little duck followed me into my shower. I ended up dropping my sponge and mistakenly picked up Waddles and used him as one until he squeaked. Then I ran to put him on the island until I finished my shower, and you walked in."
Misaki seemed to consider Fushimi's story. It seemed believable but Yata still had a fleck of doubt about this story and a part of him still took Fushimi as a duck pedophile.
Fushimi was still un-sure about what to do next. Should he set Waddles down and go back to his shower? Misaki was just standing there watching him and quite frankly it was started to make Fushimi a little uncomfortable.
"Oi...Misaki, I'm going to set Waddles down and go back to my shower...Do you mind turning around, or better yet, Leaving?"
"I was just coming by to see if Waddles was okay, so yeah I think I'll just...go...now..."
Yata turned around and just about ran out the door, he wasn't fast enough though to hide the blush covering his face and around his ears.
Fushimi sighed and set Waddles down.
"All this drama over a little duck I mistakenly took home. I'm starting to think you're more trouble than your worth, Waddles."
Waddles quacked as if to show he understood, and sat himself down on the island, signifying he wouldn't try anything funny again.
Fushimi gave a light smile at how obedient the duck was being and turned around to walk back to his shower. Halfway to his shower Fushimi turned back to glance at Waddles, making sure he was still sitting on the island like a good little duck. Waddles had fallen asleep. Finally content Fushimi turned around only to run face first into the door frame of his bathroom.
"FOR FUCKS SAKE." Fushimi yelled.
Blood started a slow trickle down his face and Fushimi cursed himself for not having the best eye sight, hence his glasses. Fushimi turned to the kitchen to grab a towel only to step on something. It rolled right from under-neath Fushimi's foot causing the tall man to teeter and fall backwards, smashing into the wall yet again on his descent to the ground. Cursing everyone and everything he rolled onto his stomach to clutch his bleeding nose and the small gash in his cheek.
Turning his head to see what he slipped on Fushimi was a little surprised to see he had slipped on Yata's skateboard. The surprise only lasted a few seconds as he began to curse Misaki and his god damn skate board. For as much as he loves that thing he sure leaves it around in the worst places. Fushimi laid on the grown and thought over whether or not he should even try getting up, for fear he might fall over or trip into a knife.
Fushimi heard footsteps outside his door and wasn't even surprised when Yata came back into his apartment asking if Fushimi had seen his skateboard.
Yata walked into the apartment for the second time that day to find Fushimi in another compromising position. Face down, naked, in a pool of his own blood cursing the day Yata was born, and the man who thought inventing a plank of wood on wheels was a 'good idea'.