Liar (SaruMi)

Twenty

~Thinkin' about you, you're in my head

Even without you, I still feel dead~

"Come at me then, Mi~sa~ki~" Fushimi's taunting tone, it had ignited a fire inside of Yata. That and the way he said his first name. It reminded him of the day they had first seen each other after all that time. He had used that same infuriating tone, only this time, he knew it wasn't entirely Fushimi's fault. Alastair had him under control, using him to do the dirty work. That alone, pissed Yata off more than anything. What had they done to deserve a fate like this? One that could end up with both of them possibly losing their lives. No...Yata was sure he could save them both...as long as he timed it just right.

"Are you scared, Misaki? Or do I have to make the first move!?" Fushimi's voice called again, pulling the ginger from his thoughts. With his vision once again focused on the rave who stood across from him, a low growl escaped. He was standing there, one hand placed casually on his hip while his other hand held the sword. Cocky bastard...that's exactly what he was in this state.

"Heh...you honestly think I'm scared of you? Don't make me laugh, Saruhiko..." Grinning slightly, Yata twirled the dagger in his hand before pointing it toward the male standing across from him. "Like I said...I'll pierce your heart, and go down with you."

"If you think you can kill me...then you're sorely mistaken. This fight...will lead to your death." A sadistic looking smirk slowly formed on Fushimi's face as he lifted his sword, pointing it directly at Yata. "If you're not going to move...then allow me to come at you!"

~Why do I run back to you

Like I don't mind if you fuck up my life?~

Without hesitation, the blue clansman's aura erupted around him. Instead of its usual blue, it was a mix of pink and blue...such a sight made Yata cringe slightly. That bastard really had Fushimi under his control...and it was easy to tell because that pink color was practically dominating his original blue aura. It didn't match him at all...blue was his color, with that small hint of red that could only be used from his hidden daggers like the one Yata was holding. Those were the only two colors Yata ever wanted to see on the male before him...despite hating the blue clan more than anything.

Growling lowly, Yata's own body started to become coated in his own beautiful red aura. Around his feet, small sparks started to form while the dagger in his hand slowly became engulfed in flames. Only one small blade and his fist...those were all Yata had on him so he would have to be careful with his attacks...plus no skateboard so his movements would probably be slower. This was going to be a challenge, but it was one he couldn't' afford to lose.

"Misaki..~" Fushimi grinned once more before making the first move. He was definitely fast and in the past when they fought, Yata knew this guy was pretty nimble. Not only that, but there was a chance he also had the other hidden daggers on him. There were several different things Yata was going to have to watch out for, meaning there wasn't any room for errors. As Yata braced himself to step backwards, Fushimi suddenly disappeared from his sight. With his eyes wide, the smaller male instantly started looking around, hoping to find the other before he could strike.

"You're not paying attention..." Fushimi's voice was suddenly behind him just as a harsh kick was sent into his lower back. It had been hard enough to send him face planting onto the ground. He didn't know how the raven had done that, but it showed that Yata still wasn't focusing enough. Once he pushed himself back to his feet, he turned so that he was facing Fushimi. He could already feel sweat running down the side of his face. It must have been from him being nervous, worrying that maybe he wouldn't be able to fix this situation.... No... He couldn't afford to think like that.