My Shipping Diary

Saruhiko x Misaki (K-Project)

"Yata-chan, be careful! Try not to create a commotion out there, okay?" Izumo said to Yata as he leaved the bar. "Yeah, yeah, yeah..... stop adding 'chan' to the end of my name!" He yelled back. The chestnut haired boy put his hand up as a poor excuse for a wave and threw his skateboard onto the ground. Yata jumped on it and pushed away from the HOMRA bar, avoiding other people making sure not to run into them.

He had nowhere in particular to go to. He just felt like getting some air so he told the rest of the clan that he'd be on gaurd duty. Yata skillfully rode down the streets at speeds faster than some of the cars. The further away he went, the less people there were. Realising this, Yata goes to even faster speeds knowing that he was less likely to crash into someone. Sadly, what he didn't notice were the puddles on the ground that were left from the past rain they had. The skateboard started to slip and Yata lost his balance. The young bboy waved his hands in the air attempting to regain his balance, but failed. His skateboard hit a rock and the two objects flew into the air. "Gaaah!" He screamed. He saw a tall figure infront of him, and before they knew it they were both sent tumbling down the road.

Yata squinted his eyes open and found himselrf caught underneath a man in blue. He scowled as he saw that color. It reminded him of Saruhiko so much. He looked up to apologize but stopped suddenly. Well.... speak of the devil... it was Saruhiko.

The teen's eyes widened as his feeling of sympathy turned into hatred. Yata glared at his ex-friend. Meanwhile, the blue haired man grinned at him and decided to toy with him - since poor Yata was still trapped underneath him. "Oh look! It's Mi-sa-ki!" He said, emphasizing Yata's name. The smaller figure squirmed beneath him trying to get away, but failed to do so. "Get off me you damned monkey!" He spat at Saruhiko. "Eeeh.... you're so mean Misaki. First you run into me and then you call me names. An apology would be great you know."

"Pfft. As if I would say sorry to you! If you weren't standing in the middle of the road you wouldn't have gotten hit!" Yata retorted.

"But your the one who crashed into me which means you should have been watching where you were going. You also shouldnt have been going that fast." Saruhiko said cooly. It went on like this for a couple minutes when Yata realised he was still caugtht underneath the man. "Hey! Didn't I tell you to get off of me already?!"

"What if I don't want to." The blue haired man said innocently. Yata grunted and pushed him off with much force. Saruhiko rolled off knowing he'd get more than just a push if he stayed in place. Yata used his hand to support him as he got up, but pained surged through it once it touched the ground. He probably sprained it as he fell; he clutched his arm as he got up. Yata hoped Saruhiko didn't notice, but when he glanced at Saruhiko he was already focusing on his arm - as if trying to figure out which part was sprained.

Saruhiko's eyes involuntarily checked Yata out. He looked from his sneakers up to the teen's face, only to find it glaring at him. Oops. "What're you looking at?" The chestnut haired teen shouted slightly embarrassed. His cheecks were a light shade of pink and he avoided eye contact with Saruhiko. The taller of the two smirked and took Yata's good arm. He pulled Yata towrds him and held the teen close. Yata felt uncomfortable being this close to his own enemy, so he tried to push away from Saruhiko. Except he tried to do so with his bad arm and ended up causing himself pain. "Ack!" He grimaced. "C'mon." The blue haired man said to him. "Huh?" Confusion showed on Yata's face. "To my house. I have some bandages and other stuff that you could use there." Saruhiko explained. He offered his hand out to Yata, but was only given a stubborn grunt. "There's no way I'm going to your house you damn monkey!" Saruhiko only sighed and shook his head. Then he stepped towards Yata and picked him up onto his shoulders so that he was carrying the teen by his legs. Next he picked up the protesting teen's skateboard and headed off to his place.

The walk to the house was silent, except for the sound of Yata's protests to put him down. Once they got there Saruhiko opened the door and kicked it close. Then he set Yata on the couch and left to fetch his first aid kit.

Yata sat there and looked around. It looked almost the same as the last time he had been there. He noticed a picture laid flat out on his desk, but it was half covered by a folder full of files. He walked over to it and pushed the papers aside to reveal the photo. Yata's eyes widened as he saw what it was of. It was a picture of him and Saruhiko hanging out together at an arcade. Yata had his arm slung over Saruhiko's shoulders and had a huge grin on his face. The taller of the two only smiled, but Yata knew that it was equivalent to his huge grin.

Then he heard footsteps coming from the hallway and he snapped back to reality. The teen quickly covered the photo behind Saruhiko's files - careful to leave it just as he found it. Then he raced over to the couch and acted as if all he did was just sit there. Saruhiko came back with the promised first aid kit and sat next to Yata to get a better view of his arm. As he was wrapping Yata's arm with a bandage he broke the silence. "You sprained your arm bad, and you also have all of these bruise. That's why you should always stay alert." He scolded the teen. "Whatever..." Yata mumbled.

Once Saruhiko finished attending to Yata's wounds he put the first aid kit aside and got comfy sitting next to the said teen. Yata, on the other hand, wasn't as comfortable and glanced at the clock. It was starting to get late. "Finally... I'm going now." He said as he headed for the door. "But it hasn't even been that long yet, Mi-sa-ki~" Saruhiko whined. "Tch, as if I'd stay here any longer! Your the one that dragged me here!" Yata argued. "Atleast let me acompany you home." The other offered. Yata made a grunt but didn't compalain, so Saruhiko took that as a 'yes'.

He followed behind the teen on their walk with his hands in his pockets. Yata decided to not ride his skateboard considering what happened earlier. It felt awkward, walking back in complete silence even though he was with someone else. If he had a reason to start an argument it wouldn't have ben this quiet, but unfortunately he didn't have anything to say. Shit.

They finally reached the door to Yata's apartment, but Saruhiko didn't leave the teen alone. Yet.

"Why are you still here? We're already at my apartment, so you can go now." Yata said with annoyance.

"Eeh... you want to get rid of me already? I thought we were friends, Mi-sa-ki~"

"Stop calling me that bastard!"

"So mean..."

"Shut up you damn monkey!"

They waited a couple of moments in silence. Then Saruhiko broke it.

"What's the date today?" He asked. Yata stared at him funny, but answered anyways.

"It's February 14th. You should know that by now dumbass."

"I know. And what exactly is February 14th?"

"It's Valentines Day. There, you have your questions answered now leave me alone." Yata said impatiently.

"But that's not all my questions Misa-"

"I said to stop calling me that, idiot! Now get on with your stupid question already!"

Saruhiko took his hands out of his pockets. One of them was holding a box. He handed it to Yata. The chestnut haired teen reluctantly took it, unsure of what was inside. When he opened it he saw chocolate. "What the fu..." he looked up from the box and saw Saruhiko grinning at him. "Saru?" The taller man took one step towards the red-faced teen. Heh, no wonder he was in the Red Clan - Yata was as red a tomato.

Saruhiko put his face inches away from Yata's. Then he asked his question that he had been thinking over and over for a while now.

"Will you be my valentine?"

AN: Happy Valentine's Day! Sorry for slow updates, but atleast I came up with something... it's a bit cheesy, but ah well.

Saru - Mi-sa-ki~

Yata - Stop calling me that you damn monkey!

Taco - *sighs*