Liar (SaruMi)

Twelve

That voice...that possessive tone...Yata knew it all too well.

"S-Saruhiko...?" Yata had started to lift his head, but a sharp pain caused him to place his head right back down on the wet grass beneath him. It must have been due to that punch he had received only moments before.

"Misaki, don't move." Fushimi glanced toward the curled up boy in the grass before he looked back toward Lucien, his cold blue eyes glaring directly at the man with his foot on Yata's side. How dare this man treat his Misaki in such a horrible way. The very sight of it got his blood boiling. Without hesitation, Fushimi rushed forward, faster than Lucien could even blink. Before the silver haired male knew it, a powerful blow hit him directly in the chest, sending him flying backward. With the silver haired male now off of Yata, Fushimi shrugged his jacket off and placed it over Yata's body. Due to the rain, Yata had started shivering slightly. He couldn't stay out here for much longer, or else he would probably fall ill.

Shaking his head, Fushimi carefully lifted up Yata's small form and moved him back under the tree where he would be able to stay out of the rain. He had to take care of Lucien before they could make their escape, so Yata would have to hang in there a bit longer. This Pink Clan was really starting to drive Fushimi insane, more insane than he already was. They really were trying to stop at nothing to get a hold of him, even going as far as to do such horrible things to Yata. The very thought of that made him sick. It seemed that doing what he did all those years ago in order to protect the omega had been for nothing. They had already known just how much Yata meant to him, meaning he would have ended up as a target regardless of what he did. It had all been for nothing...all the pain he caused Yata. Though, it would have happened anyways. Fushimi had already planned on leaving Homra even if this clan hadn't made themselves known. Yata would have gotten hurt regardless, but not this badly.

"So...you decided to show yourself again, Fushimi-san." Lucien had managed to get himself back to his feet, but his body was shaking from the impact of the punch. It had hurt more than he thought it would. "This would all end if you would just come with us..."

"Shut the hell up. I told you bastards to stay the hell away from Misaki..." Fushimi hadn't turned himself around yet. He was still kneeling on the ground beside Yata, who seemed to have passed out. Shaking his head, the raven brought a hand up to gently run his thumb across the cheek that was slowly starting to bruise. He had to make this guy pay and get Yata somewhere dry. Finally the raven rose to his feet and turned so that he was facing Lucien, his glare never fading from his eyes.

"If it's the only way to get you to come to us, we'll take whatever measures are necessary. This is honestly all on you, all the pain you're causing him, the hell you're putting him through. I question if you actually do care for this boy or not." Lucien rolled his eyes slightly, growing rather irritated with the entire situation.

"I told you, I refuse to become someone's fucking puppet." Fushimi growled slowly. This had to be done quickly. "Also, don't question how much I care for him. It's none of your damn business." Only he knew exactly how he felt about Yata, and judging by the boy's reaction from their last encounter, Yata still had some kind of feelings toward him as well. He could only imagine how painful such feelings must be to have, especially after everything that's happened between them.

"The longer you refuse, the more painful it will become..." Lucien was growing rather tired of this conversation, as was Fushimi. This had been dragging on for far too long, however Fushimi had a backup plan. The main goal here had been to stall this guy until his backup arrived.

"Tsk... I'm done with this conversation and I'm done with you. Make your damn move already." Fushimi huffed softly, placing a hand on his hip while remaining firmly in the spot he stood. He didn't want to move too far from Yata. For all he knew, this guy had some kind of backup in case something like this happened. Fushimi had to stay on full alert while making sure he didn't make any sudden movements. One wrong move could mean the end for both of them.