Weeks had passed sense the incident at the hotel. Fushimi really would rather forget the whole thing together, but some nights he would lay in bed at whatever hotel Misaki and him were stationed at, and think about that night. He still couldn't remember most of what had happened, but the only thing he wanted to remember was what he did to Misaki. Of all the things to forget! It had to be him finally bedding Misaki! Fushimi would lay in bed and pout and glare at the ceiling and try to remember what he did, the way Misaki had acted, noises, touches, anything, but to no avail.
Today, Yata awoke before Fushimi surprisingly. He opened his eyes and glanced around the hotel room, glade he never once woke up like the first day they were in America. He still couldn't remember much of what happened that night, and for some odd reason it really bugged him. He knew from the pain in his back that...things had to have happened, and he just had to forget, didn't he? His first time with anyone and he couldn't even remember. He cursed himself for thinking that getting drunk would be a 'smart' thing to do.
Yata rolled over in a huff, angry with himself for being so stupid, only to practically fling himself off the bed and onto the cold floor.
"FOR FUCKS SAKE-" Yata yelled before stopping himself.
He glanced up at the bed, looking on the far side of the bed at Fushimi who, surprisingly was still fast asleep snoring. Yata thanked God Fushimi was a heavy sleeper and wouldn't be awakened by Yata's petty scene and rolled over onto his back and sat up. The room was dark, shades drawn, covering the view of the beach. They were all the way in California right now, a pleasant little state Yata thought, although Yata wasn't sure how he felt about the ocean.
Yata didn't have anything against water or swimming, no, it was what Lived in the ocean that scared him. Sharks and giant squids and monsters with 50 eyes lied beneath the calm waves, he was sure of it. Yata shivered at the thought of being out in the ocean and feeling slimy tentacles grab at his feet, as he stood up and made his way to the bathroom. Today Fushimi and him would be going to the beach, but Yata was sure he would not put one toe inside the ocean.
-At Homra-
"Mikoto, you really shouldn't get so worked up or a duck, you know" Izumo said with a laugh.
It was just like every other day, Waddles was with Anna, and Anna was fussing over Waddles instead of glued to Mikoto's side. It irritated him to no end. Anna was always by his side, to be swayed by a duck? Was this little thing with the stupid feather sticking up in the middle of his little face better than him?
Mikoto glared at Izumo, he really didn't need this shit right now. He had been woken at an un-godly hour due to that stupid little thing, and now Anna wasn't even near him, she was out in the city with Fujishima at the park or something. Really, god know's they're probably going to bring some creature back home with them.
Mikoto immediately regretted his last thought as Fujishima and Anna came bursting through the door yelling about god know's what. Mikoto shut his eyes and tried to zone out of whatever it was Fujishima was yelling to Izumo about. Something about
"can we keep it? Waddles needs a friend!"
Izumo started at the pair. In Anna's hands was, of course, Waddles. In Fujishima's hands was... god was that a parrot maybe? Izumo didn't even know. God this thing couldn't be Waddle's friend, it wasn't even the same species!
"Where did you two even find that thing?" Izumo said.
"Well you see we were walking around the park like we said we could, and we heard a noise, like someone talking to us. We looked up in a tree and this PARROT WAS JUST SITTING THERE IN THE TREE TALKING TO US! Can we keep it!?" Fujishima exclaimed.
The parrot was simple, it was red with green accents around it's eyes and the tip of it's tails, and it too had feathers sticking up on top of it's head, though that was a normal and common trait in parrots.
Izumo sighed, on the list of animals he didn't like, birds were top. He wasn't happy about the duck, but a parrot? He really didn't want to wake up one morning with that thing in his face whispering god knows what in his ear.
Mikoto opened his eyes.
"You guys seriously brought home another stupid bird?" he said.
Fujishima was about to speak out, explain that parrots were not at all stupid, when the parrot spoke for itself.
"Stupid Bird." it sat repeating itself.
The bird in question had hoped out of Fujishima's hands and was making it's way towards Mikoto repeating the same line over and over again, while looking at Mikoto.
"Ah- Mikoto I'm sorry!" Fujishima said as the bird stood in front of his king, bluntly insulting him.
"Mikoto, stupid bird" the parrot repeated.
Everyone in the room, save for the King himself, gasped; this bird was not going to last. At this rate, he'd be cooked by night fall.