-2 years later-

"Kusanagi-San?"

"Hm?" The bartender turned around, facing the young skateboarder sitting on the bar counter. He set his wine glass down and smiled. "Is something wrong?"

"Can you tell me more about my creator?"

Izumo's smile faltered for just a second, but it came back soon after, although it was more sad than happy. He gave a small sigh through his nostrils. "Yata-Kun, why are you asking me? Shouldn't you be asking the people at Scepter 4?" He picked up the wine glass from the counter, and started to clean it once more while speaking.

"I already have." The skateboarder answered. "They told me everything I know." He gave a frustrated sigh, and set his chin on the counter with his arms as a pillow. "But since I'm from HOMRA, they won't give me any other answers."

The bartender gave a light laugh. "That's ironic, now isn't it? He was the one who created you, yet they won't give you information." He looked down at the glass, staring at his reflection. "After all those years…"

"Your wife told me to ask you." Yata said, eyes glued to the other.

Izumo's head suddenly lifted up. "Seri-Chan? That cold hearted woman?" He gave a smile. "Why would she tell you that?"

"She said that you know more about him in general."

The blonde haired blinked in surprise. A few seconds past in silence…All of a sudden, a roar of laughter was heard.

"Hahaha! Oh Seri-Chan! Me?! Know more about him?!" He yelled to himself.

Yata was seriously confused at this action. "Kusanagi-San, is there something wrong?"

A few seconds past before the bartender slowed down his laugh. He gave a huge smile and ruffled the ginger's hair. "No, nothing's wrong Yata-Kun, but if you're trying to find information about Fushimi, you're going to have to talk to him yourself."

He then went back to the kitchen, holding the wine glass along with the towel he used to clean it with.

Yata gave a small sigh. "Ask him himself huh…."

He got off his seat, went outside Bar HOMRA, and threw his skateboard on the street to ride on, his face emotionless yet thinking.

There were so many things going on the past two years, ever since he was created. First it was everyone seeing the HOMRA vanguard after Fushimi created him. Then it was a lot of other things, like Izumo and Seri getting married. So many things processed the robot's mind, but one question kept bothering him.

Why was he here? And what happened to the real Misaki that made him be here?

"If you're trying to find information about Fushimi you're going to have to talk to him yourself."

Talk to Saru himself? He could do that…

"But how can I talk to him…When he's not in this world…"

Multiple memories surrounded him.

"Saru? Is something wrong?"

The Scepter 4 Blue turned around to face the robot. He gave a small yawn. "No, nothing's wrong."

"Are you sure?" Yata asked, as he leaned against the wall. "You're coughing up blood."

"Trust me, Im fine." He asked, waving his slightly crimson hand to say so. He didn't look behind to see the ginger. He was too busy with the holographic screens.

"No, you're not okay." The skateboarder frowned. "What's the point of you creating me when you're not going to live any longer….?"

Fushimi stopped. A few moments later, he sighed. "That is a very good question…."

Silence….

"…Listen. There's something I need to tell you."

Yata glanced at the Blue, suddenly interested. "What is it?"

"I know I'm not going to live any longer." Fushimi spoke. "And once I'm gone, you're going to have to live alone."

"Idiot. I knew that already."

Fushimi kept talking through his actions, a small scoff escaping his lips. "Maybe you're not as dumb as I thought."

He looked up at the screens, typing in commands. Multiple files started appearing. Crowding around. Until one huge file stood in the middle. By then, beads of sweat engulfed the Blue's forehead, and he started coughing up blood. When he stopped, he sighed, looking at the crimson color on his hand.

"…Saru…? Are you okay?"

He turned around to face the Red.

A few seconds past before he gave a sad smile.

And he opened his mouth to speak.

Yata's eyes widened from remembering such a memory. "That's it…"

In a split second, a wave of fire washed through him, and he took a sharp turn, black wheel marks painting the street. He boosted his skate board as fast as he could, going back to the Scepter 4 headquarters.