Sometimes Love Means Owning Sin (Sarumi -- Fushimi Saruhiko x Yata Misaki) [One-Shots]

Friends with Cuddling

"I thought I told you to stop following me."

"Heh~"

Yata continued walking down the scorching hot streets until he could see HOMRA bar in sight. At that moment, he curtly turned on the offending partner behind him who had been following him for the last 30 minutes, cooing his given name.

"Shitty monkey, get the fuck away from me!"

"Oh, Misaki~," the creature fiend hurt by placing an anorexic, pale hand over his heart (or whatever the fuck was there). "That truly hurts me to know you don't want my presence."

Yata growled, getting ready for round 2 (or was it 5?) of another blood-thirsty fight until he remember just why the figure was walking with him. He face palmed himself for giving the bastard satisfaction of seeing him in the most awkward situation of his life and having to save him..

"Thanks, Saru.." Yata mumbled then ran for the entrance of HOMRA, slamming the door shut without looking back to see a monkey die from laughter.

Flashback

The wind in his hair, the feeling of flying, the free spirit of a barely 19 year old being set free - this is what Yata loved. He loved skateboarding down the streets of his beloved town and feeling absolute satisfaction as the scent of his city kissed him all over.

Yata was on his normal route of going around the city, eyes on the look-out for any Strains. He got his assignment from Izumo that morning when he entered the bar and has been going at it since. It was around 12 or so, so he decided to stop by some fast-food place to grab something to eat.

Once finished with that delicious venture, Yata make his way to the water park to meet up with Kamamoto so they can investigate an abandoned warehouse that Izumo texted them about. He's sure Eric and the rest of the gang already made it there, so he would be pissed if Kamamoto was late to the meeting place.

Entering said place, he stopped abruptly on his worn skateboard and stared owlishly at the park. Not only was it pack, but is was packed with half-naked people.

Half-naked women people.

Yata's body temperature went from normal to 1,000,000 in .5 seconds. He quickly covered his eyes and ran straight towards where the restrooms were, locking the door and melting the lock once in. Yata looked around and paced, staring at his PDA as if it offended him as bad as every single milk carton out there.

No blood! No bone! No ash!

Three hours. Three motherfucking hours. Three motherfucking hours and 17 messages to Kamamoto later. Three motherfucking hours and 17 messages to Kamamoto later, he's still stuck in a goddamn bathroom.

"Goddamn it!" Yata cursed as he pulled at the melted, locked door once again. "What the fucking hell, you piece of shit!"

Yata gave up and slumped against the door, not giving a single damn about the germs (and possibly cum) still on the floor of the bathroom. He banged his head against the door, hoping he'll either get knocked-out and wake up in a hospital somewhere or break down the door. Yata tried his aura on the door, twice, and it continuously melted, never melting all the way through.

Just his luck.

Yata pulled up his messaging app on his PDA(ish?) watch and looked through his previous conversations, wondering who would give two shits about him enough to come get his dumb ass. None of these fucktards look like they would have the time.

"Maybe I could call Kam-"

"Misaki?"

Yata jumped at the nam and the knocking on the door. He knows that voice, that light knocking.