The Scepter 4 was tasked to be 24-7 on alert with the actions of the HOMRA. Fushimi broke into a information that they are targeting Ashinanaka High. A student of that school is the culprit for killing Tatara Totsuka. Fushimi, Ashinaka, and Saotome went to negotiate with the school principal. Fushimi sneaked to check student's profile. While having his research, he heard some riot at the school ground and spotted Yata.
"Ah, some airhead entered the school. Now thay your king surrendered himself, you're all going down", Fushimi teased. Yata's blood boiled upon hearing the name. "Monkey!!! What are you doing here?", he activate his red flame. Fushimi drew his sword. "Stop, Yata-san", Rikio pulled him back. "Back off, Rikio. I've been waiting for a fight like this", Yata smiled. Yata advanced but Fushimi just evaded him and gave a blow on his face. "Where did you energy go?", Fushimi teased. Yata went faster and gave a scratch on Fushimi's left hand. "Stop it, the two of you", Rikio begged. The two are still on it. Instead of blood lust, they are enjoying it. Two slash went between them. "Fushimi. Did you forget the real mission?", Awashima lectured. "I was just happy to see a former friend", Fushimi said in a mocking voice. Yata was about to hit again but Saotome went in between. "Further actions might harm you", Saotome explained and gave a signal. They separated ways. "I dont like the way you interfered with our fight", Fushimi opened to Awashima. "Dont provoke them. They are far stronger since their King had gone berserk", Awashima explained. How amusing. Seeing Fushimi-san getting scold at. Saotome hid a smile. "Dont you dare laugh", Fushimi threatened.
They returned back to the headquarters. Fushimi ordered Saotome to bring food to the king. That guy has his way to annoy me. Saotome walked at the corridor and opened one prison. Mikoto, the Red King, just lazily sat down. I cant find any words to show respect. Saotome had her raced like a horse running. Mikoto-sama? Red King? "Leave it there", he said. Saotome sighed and left the prison area. Fushimi is waiting outside the door. "Happy? I almost stopped breathing!!!", Saotome complained. "How dare you shout to your Superior?", Fushimi gave a scary look. They walked heading to the headquarters. "Your fight with that HOMRA seems to be a friendly one", Saotome commented. "You love sticking your nose to people's business. Dont you?", Fushimi said in irritation. "Fushimi-san. This deal will just last for a month, right? After it, I will have to go back to Kisa-san", Saotome opened the topic. "Your choice", Fushimi stopped walking. Saotome wasnt paying attention that she bumped her face to Fushimi's back. Smells good. Saotome sniffed. "Creepy", Fushimi commented. "When are you going to give my phone back", Saotome asked. "Beats me", Fushimi lazily answered.
Saotome Yui's POV
I cant say that I hate this kind of life. It was my first time being with people nearly the same age as mine. It was my first time holding a sword and swinging it with all might. It was my first time to having my heart nearly bursting in fear and nervous. Today, Captain called me into his office. I entered the room with composure. He's sitting at the tatami mat with Lieutenant. There was a creepy looking snack on the mat. "Sit", Captain said. "Saotome, you did an explendid adjustment. I want you to know that Scepter 4 is not just some kind of game. It works for the good of people. I want to create a society where people's right are being observed", Captain started. I dont know how to answer his formal words. "I dont get where we are going, Captain", I sat down with them. "You being a play toy for Fushimi, right?", he said. I was shocked that he knew that. "I am the King. It is natural to know what my soldiers are doing", Captain explained. I gulped. "Dont worry, I wont remove you in service. I will let you stay as much as you wanted. If Scepter 4 can offer you a place to belong for now, then we are honored", he made my heart felt relaxed in a moment.
That was unexpected. A place to belong? I never thought I'd have one. Kisa-san is the only place I have. Kamo-san called me again at the kitchen, my hatest place. "Kamo-san, arent you suppose to be resting?", I asked. Kamo-san already prepared the utensils. "You have to learn how to cook. Once I got into an accident, you're the only person I can rely into", Kamo-san explained. "Dont say that", I furrowed my brows. He laughed and messed up with my hair. Your hair is unexpectedly silky", he commended. A hand grabbed Kamo-san's hand. "Dont get too cocky, brat. He's a senior. Show respect", Fushimi-san dropped Kamo-san's hand. "Fushimi, you're here. Why dont you be the one to try her firstly cooked omelet", Kamo-san suggested. Kamo-san taught me how to beat the egg and how to cook it with a perfect shape. We cooked in different pan. His omelet was perfect while I was messing up. I got it burnt at the left side. Plus, I dont know how much salt I put. I served it to Fushimi-san. His eyebrow was raised and I can see disgust in his face. "Fushimi-dono?", Kamo-san is giving off a creepy aura. He became pushy. Fushimi-san scooped into the omelet I made. He swallowed it and suddenly became silent. He didnt move for a while. "You.. Trying to kill me?", he had his brow furrowed. I served water. I knew it was so bad.
Fushimi-san and I went to bed. He always wear something loosed and a tshirt. I wore thick pajamas. It was already 2:30 am. I took a peek and he seems to be in a deep sleep. There was a wound in his chest, just near his colar bone. He tilted and a tatoo appeared. I cannot see it clearly so I slowly loosen his shirt. HOMRA's crest?!!! I gasped in my shockness. He woke up with the position that I am holding his shirt. He clicked his tongue. "That's not good, brat. Having your eyes on your older brother", Fushimi-san pulled me closer. He's so warm. I never had been this close to a guy. "Hah!!! In your dreams. I've got high standards and please... You're not that cute. Your snoring woke me up", I said it to his face.
Kyah!!! How hot can Fushimi-san be?!!!
I often use Kamo-san since he had a restaurant before.
Another death sentence for Mikoto. How many times does he have to die?
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Broken
RandomEveryone has their own past and so with Fushimi Saruhiko. His twisted personality, broken smiles, and his habit of riling people have origins. A childhood friend of him was tasked by his mother, Kisa Fushimi, to drag back Saruhiko back. Another sto...
