Liar (SaruMi)

Eleven

~~I'm addicted to the way you hurt, the way you contradict me

I swear everything looks worse at night, I think I'm overthinking~~

It had been about three months since Yata had the encounter with Fushimi in the alley, and three months since he had enrolled at that dreaded college. Everything had been rather boring lately. To his surprise, Fushimi actually stayed away from him for the most part, unless they ran into each other in the bathroom. If that happened, it was back to his wicked little games that often messed with Yata's head. Nothing messed with his head more than that day Fushimi had not only saved his life, but also kissed him so suddenly. That was an incident Yata still hadn't told anyone about, not even Tatara. He was too embarrassed to say anything about it, plus it would probably just cause more questions to come up.

If Yata were to be honest, he was relieved that Fushimi was leaving him alone, but at the same time it was irritating him. He had been watching the raven rather closely and he was sure the other was hiding something from him. He was sure this guy had more information that he refused to tell and that irritated him more than the fact that they were in the same school. Sighing in frustration, Yata placed his head down on his desk. He was in his final class of the day, the only class he shared with his old friend. Over the last three months, Yata had stayed true to his word. He had gotten himself back in shape, put on a bit more weight, and even stopped being so clumsy on his skateboard, however he still had the constant battles with his head. Such battles made things difficult on some days, but the chestnut haired male refused to allow himself to fall again.

However, today was not a day where his mind was being friendly to him. He had continuously tried to fight the urge to walk out of school, but he finally found that he couldn't fight it anymore. Letting out a groan, Yata got himself to his feet and grabbed his bag off the ground. After texting Tatara and telling him that he was leaving, the small omega shoved his hands into his pockets and left the room, despite the teacher calling after him. He wanted to get out of here and he wanted to do it fast. Growling lowly, Yata took the white colored headphones from his neck and slid them over his ears. He wanted to clear his head and music seemed like the best way to go while he left the building.

Back in the classroom, Fushimi had watched Yata leave in what seemed like frustration. As much as he had wanted to mess with the omega more than he had been, he was doing his best to remain distant from the other. The Pink Clan was getting closer with each day that passed, forcing Fushimi to stay on guard, but not only that, he felt that it was finally time to tell his dear Misaki the truth. He wasn't sure if the boy would believe him or not, but it was worth a shot. Maybe with all this information, he would be less stressed out about the situation. Yata deserved to know the truth. It was the least Fushimi could do after all the pain he had caused the other.

With his mind made up, the raven grabbed his own bag and ran out the door. Naturally the teacher had yelled at him as well, but he brushed it off. He had to catch up with Yata before something happened to him. He knew that clan was waiting for the omega to be by himself so they could snatch him up. The only reason they hadn't gotten him yet was because Fushimi had continuously watched from a distance to keep them from putting their disgusting hands on HIS Misaki. Unfortunately for him, Yata was nowhere in the hallways, meaning he must have already made his way outside. He was definitely a speedy guy, meaning Fushimi would have to push himself to catch up to him.

Once Yata had finally made his way outside, he turned to go in the opposite direction of Homra. He isn't ready to go back yet, not when he feels like he's teetering on the edge of a breakdown. He'd rather the others not see him walk in like that. Instead, he decided to start heading to a park on the opposite side of town, one of the many places he would disappear to in order to help clear his head. The place was normally quiet, so it gave him time to be alone with his thoughts. The omega's gaze shifted toward the sky as he shoved his hands in his pockets, slowly continuing his journey to the location he wanted. He was so zoned out, he didn't even detect that he was being followed by someone.