Bad Boy With A Twist (Yata Misaki K Project Fan Fiction)

Thank You

I walked into HOMRA's bar.

"Good job Akene." one of the members of HOMRA patted me on the back.

"Thanks, I guess." I sat down at the bar. Everyone came to congratulated me.

"Akene, nice job." Totsuka sat next to me.

"What did I do?" I asked him, confused.

"I heard you won in your fight with Yata." Mikoto leaded against the bar on his elbow.

"That's what all of this is about?" I began to understand.

"Yeah, I won $1,000 off you." Izumo slid me a glass of orange juice. I chuckled, I knew they were betting. Mikoto went to the back room to take a nape, Totsuka went to the couch to practice his guitar and Izumo went back to shining the wine glasses. I chugged my orange juice and wiped my mouth.

"Hey." Rikio sat next to me.

"Are you here to congratulate me on winning too?" I snapped at him annoyed.

"No, I wanted to say thank you." he said. I felt a little bad for snapping at him. It wasn't his fault.

"For what?" I was curious what he was thanking me for. I tried to think of what I could have done to be thanked for.

"For helping Yata with Fushimi. I know he despises him. I think you have a good effort on Yata." he smiled at me.

"What makes you think that?" I wanted to know more.

"When he came back to the bar last night, he told everyone you beat him, he was okay with that and he seemed perkier." he explained. "Plus today he seemed like he was stuck in his own thoughts."

I remember last night and how close we came to kissing. Was he thinking about that?

"I think he li-" Rikio was interrupt.

"Hey, Akene." Yata walked in. He did seem different, but I couldn't put my finger on it. Rikio looked at me then at Yata. He got up and left.  Yata took his seat next to me.

"What do you like?" he asked. The random question surprised me.

"Why do you want to know?" I avoided the question. I knew where this was going.

"I want to get to know you." he said honestly. Yup and there it was.

"But, why?" I was getting more annoyed. Couldn't I get a second to myself?

"You're my partner, at least I should
know a little about you. Why don't you want me to know about you?" he raised his voice.

"I'm a bad person." I admitted.

"No you're not."

"You don't know that, because you don't know me." I got up and left the bar. You know you're going to have to tell him, a little voice said in the back of my head as I walked down the street.

"Not if I can help it." I started running.