Liar (SaruMi)

Nine

Why was he here? Yata could have sworn he left Fushimi back at school, so why was he here now? Where had he come from? Where was that guy who had been chasing him? Yata groaned once again and placed a hand against his head as it started to throb in pain. He had way too many questions and not enough energy to process them all.

"Misaki." Fushimi's voice came again, pulling Yata out of his thoughts. He really hated being called by that name, but he knew it was pointless to even try to argue with this guy.

"Where the hell are we...? How did we get here?" Yata asked in a low tone. Granted he technically knew where they were, but he wasn't exactly sure how they got here. Surely Fushimi had carried him, but why?

"It's the alley we used to hide in back in middle school. I saw you being chased by that guy and followed the two of you. After calling for backup, we were able to get you separated from that guy. I hid us here until you woke up because...well I can't step foot in that damn bar." Fushimi sighed lowly and leaned himself back against the wall.

"Why did you even bother to help me, Saruhiko? Didn't I tell you to stay away from me earlier?" Yata asked as he shot a glare toward the raven. That's when he remembered Fushimi's arm was still on his waist. His cheeks heated up slightly as he quickly removed the other's arm from himself and slid away slightly. "And I know for a fact I told you not to touch me."

"Aw, Misaki is that any way to treat someone who just saved your life?" Fushimi glanced toward the shorter omega and gave him a very small grin.

"Don't fucking call me that! Damn Monkey!" Yata gripped his hair tightly and leaned down to press his forehead to his knees. "Do you even know who that guy was? I'm really confused... I was told I was their target but I don't know why other than they want to use me as blackmail..." He was actually growing desperate for answers. The events of yesterday and today were starting to drive him insane.

"Well, that isn't a lie. They want you to get their primary target. They know you mean a lot to the person they're after, so they'll stop at nothing to get you so they can have what they truly want." Fushimi spoke softly as he looked away from his old friend. He didn't know if he should tell Yata the truth or not. It didn't seem like the right time, but he could hear the desperation in his voice, maybe even a hint of fear. Who wouldn't be terrified if someone was chasing them for an unknown reason?

"I know that much...but I don't know who their primary target is. I feel like it's Mikoto, which was why I didn't go back to Kusanagi's bar, but also I don't know. Do you know anything, Saruhiko?" Yata asked as he finally looked toward the raven. "I need answers... They nearly killed Tatara yesterday because he got in the way and took a shot for me. If you can answer anything for me... I'd greatly appreciate it..."

As much as he wanted to give Yata all the answers, he decided against doing so. It wasn't the right time. He didn't know if there would be a right time in the near future, but today definitely wasn't it. Sighing quietly, Fushimi gave the shorter male an apologetic look and shook his head slightly. He knew he was lying, but there was no other choice right now.

"Sorry, Misaki. I really don't have any answers for you right now. I can tell you this though. You need to stop focusing on the past. It's caused you to become much smaller and weaker. While I was carrying you here, I noticed just how much weight you had lost. I know what I did hurt you badly, but you should be using that as motivation to get stronger. Look at you, you're all bandaged up and you're practically a stick. This isn't the Misaki I know." Fushimi was right. The past haunted Yata more than anything. His heart had been broken, along with whatever trust he had in Fushimi, yet here they were, sitting side by side as if nothing had ever happened.

"I know you're right. None of the others like seeing me this way. After yesterday, I had already promised myself that I wouldn't stay like this any longer. I plan on getting back on my feet, because I want to kick your ass...but not just yours. I want to find whoever shot Tatara and I want to take them down." Yata clenched his fist tightly and started to force himself to his feet. Pain shot through his injured leg, but he ignored it as much as possible.

"You shouldn't be moving too much, you know." Fushimi spoke as he got up as well. His arm once again latched itself around Yata's waist to help the other stand.

"Saruhiko...if you can't answer any of my other questions, then maybe you can answer this one for me." Yata fixed his gaze on the ground. His cheeks were a bright shade of pink, but he had no idea why he was growing so flustered like this.

"And what might that be, Misaki?" Fushimi tilted his head to the side as he used his other hand to grasp the smaller male's chin, only to force the other to look at him. Seeing the other with pink on his cheeks was actually kind of cute.

"Why did you help me?" Yata tried to break the eye contact with the raven, but the grasp on his chin made it nearly impossible to move away from him. Slowly, a grin formed on Fushimi's face as he once again leaned closer to Yata's face, stopping only inches away from him.

"Because I can't allow someone to get their hands on you. You want to be the one to kill me right? Well how can you possibly do that if you're captured?" Fushimi chuckled lowly and pulled his face away from the flustered chestnut haired male.

"That isn't the only reason, is it?" Yata wasn't stupid. He knew there was something else Fushimi wasn't telling him, but he didn't know why he cared so much. He hated Fushimi more than anything, he even wanted to be the one to take the raven down for good, but for some reason, that very thought caused his chest to ache.

"It's the only reason that's important right now, Misaki. Now you should get back to your pathetic little clan before those guys make themselves known again. You may not like it, but I'll make sure no one gets their hands on you." Fushimi hummed softly, his cold eyes never once leaving Yata's face as he slowly removed his hand from the shorter male's chin. He had seen different emotions that occasionally crossed the omega's face. He had seen fear, anger, confusion, and what looked like a bit of sadness. He wondered if Yata would be able to take him down when the time finally came.

"Guess I should go then... Mikoto is going to be pissed when he sees I got injured again." Yata sighed softly as he turned to walk away, only to feel a grasp on him once again. When he turned, he saw that his wrist was being held tightly. Slowly he went to meet Fushimi's gaze once again, only to instantly regret his decision.

Before Yata even realized what was happening, he felt the raven's other arm encircle his waist, once again pulling him closely. Yata's free hand instantly moved up to the alpha male's chest as he tried to push the other away, but Fushimi didn't budge. The raven's facial expression never changed as he made a rather bold move. Within seconds, Fushimi had leaned himself forward, closing the gap between himself and the shorter omega. The second their lips touched, Yata froze in place. It felt like everything around them had just stopped moving in that very instant, though it didn't last long. Not even two minutes later, Fushimi pulled himself away from the startled omega and stepped back to admire the shocked expression on Yata's face.

"Take care of yourself, Misaki..."

Those were the last words spoken to Yata before Fushimi turned and disappeared from the alley, leaving the omega standing there in shock. Had that really just happened? His lips were still tingling slightly, blush covered his face as the events replayed in his head. Letting out a loud, frustrated cry, Yata turned and slammed his fist into the wall. Tears started to form in his eyes, while his body started to tremble. Why was this happening again? He didn't want to let it get to him, but it was. Fushimi was messing with his head and he didn't like it. He hated it, but at the same time he couldn't bring himself to fully hate the other, no matter how hard he tried.

"That...fucking bastard..."