Liar (SaruMi)

Nineteen

"Ah, you're definitely a stubborn Saruhiko. No one has ever been able to fight me for this long, even when knowing a loved one is in danger."

That voice...it irritated the shit out of Fushimi by this point. He didn't know how long they had been at this, but it was getting old and fast. Growling softly, the raven clenched his tied fists and slowly lifted his head, his icy gaze staring directly into those bright green eyes that belonged to the man who had snatched him and Misaki. Speaking of Misaki...this man had been threatening him far too much ever since this hell started. He knew he had to stay strong, but he didn't know how long he could hold out knowing the ginger was in danger.

"Why don't you tell me who you are and where the hell you're keeping Misaki..." Fushimi growled lowly, glaring harder at the man standing across from him. Slowly, the leader of this ridiculous clan smirked at him, his head tilting slightly to the side.

"Misaki? Is that the name of that feisty little thing we're keeping in one of the cells. Lucien tells me the boy has a very bad mouth on him, however I think that's rather cute. When small ones are angry, it only makes them even more adorable..." The red head chuckled lightly as he straightened himself back up, flipping some loose strands of hair over his shoulder. "As for who I am... My name is Alastair, rather lovely to see you after all this time, Saruhiko. Our last meeting was rather...unpleasant after all."

"Don't you dare...speak about Misaki in such a way, especially in my presence..." Fushimi hissed loudly. Only he could talk about Misaki like that. No one else had the was allowed to, especially when he was sitting right there.

"Oh, my apologies. Lucien has also informed me that you foolishly marked the boy as your own. Honestly, when you two meet again, it's not going to end well. I wonder if you'll be able to live with yourself once you kill him...or if he'll be able to live with himself if he kills you." Humming softly, the man now known as Alastair, walked over to the captive ravenette, circling him slowly. That would be an interesting fight indeed, but Fushimi was proving to be a challenge in taking over.

"Heh...he'll be fine if he has to kill me... We already talked about this. He knows what I expect out of him if you do manage to get a hold of me.I told him he can't hesitate, and I think he understands that I meant what I said..." Despite sounding confident, Fushimi was actually worried that Yata wouldn't be able to go through with it.

"Your mate may act all tough, but that boy is rather soft. He has too big of a heart and I know he'll try to find a way to save you instead of ending your life. A move like that...it will ultimately lead to his death and I'll have you as my puppet for life. I think after we take care of that feisty little boy, we'll head straight for the Red and Blue clans... I wonder if they'll be able to handle it." Laughing loudly, Alastair reached out, roughly grasping onto Fushimi's hair. With a harsh tug, he jerked the raven's head back at a rather painful angle while continuing to grin down at him.

"It won't make a difference...sure Misaki has a big heart, but he's not going to go back on his word. I know he'll manage to kill me...and even if it does fail, my captain will take me down. You won't be able to challenge the Red and Blue clans even with me under control. Those two...are two of the most powerful clans. You'd be sending everyone to their death if you challenged them." Fushimi practically spat toward the red head, only to earn a rather harsh slap across the face that sent his glasses flying across the room.

"You may think that, but I'll have access to all the information you have on the Blue clan at the very least. You're the head of intel after all, so you have more information than anyone else in that place. All of their weaknesses, Scepter 4's blind spots, and every access code we could possibly need to make infiltration successful." Alastair was beyond positive his plan was full proof. No matter what Fushimi said, he wouldn't convince the other of anything else. Laughing loudly, he released Fushimi's hair from his grasp and walked around to where he was standing in front of the other once again.