Who Matters The Most? |SaruMi|

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Next time Fushimi woke up it was nearly a day later, and to his disappointment Misaki wasn’t around. It would have been too unrealistic if he would have waited in a hospital room now, that he didn’t had to feel guilty for leaving the blue clansman behind, Saruhiko understood this, but still… it felt so good, it felt like he is important to the chestnut haired man when he ran to him with teary eyes.

He reached for his glasses that were on the small table next to his bed.
- So you are awake. Yata went home to change and shower, he will be really angry at me that you woke up before he came back. Whatever, I wanted to talk with you before he arrives anyway - Kusanagi helped him to sit up, what annoyed Fushimi more than just a fact of him being there, but he had to admit it was helpful that he handed him a glass of water.

 He wasn’t part of the Homra anymore so the bartender has no business in his hospital room.  

- What do you feel towards Yata-chan?
Fushimi was really proud on himself to not spit out the water as he heard the question.
- I am not obligated to answer your questions.
- That’s true. Are you in pain?
Fushimi actually was in pain, but why would he tell it to the blonde man? So he just clicked his tongue with annoyance. He didn’t want to talk with Kusanagi at all.
- You can ask for more painkillers.
When the injured male didn’t reply the second in command from Homra changed the conversation.
- You are alive, but you are not out of the woods yet. I know you know it, Fushimi. This is the reason I wanted to talk to you. The amount of the blood loss you had damaged your kidneys, and could affect your other organs too, although she really scared everyone with not contacting us, the Green woman did the right thing to take you to hospital immediately. Fushimi, you can recover but you need to fight for it, if not for yourself you have to do it for Yata!

Of course he didn’t want to die, but right now he was tired and cold and he felt awful, not to mention that it was really unfair to come up with Misaki in a situation like this.

- I don’t really care you know? Misaki will… - Kusanagi didn’t let him finish.
- Get over it? You should have seen, it nearly killed him, it was awful to see Yata slowly disappear and there was nothing that we could do to help. He even lost the control of the aura. I am not asking this as the member of Homra; sure we can’t afford the loss of Yatagarasu after Totsuka and Mikoto, but as someone who really cares for Yata. He just got you back; you can’t imagine what he felt for this week. Do you remember how angry and reckless he was after you joined Scepter 4? How he refused to eat or sleep after Totsuka died? How depressed he became when Mikoto died? Now it was all of it in the same time, just worse. You are really important to him, so if he means anything at all to you, than you have to be strong.

Fushimi averted his eyes, this was not a conversation he wanted to have with someone like the current leader of Homra, and he didn’t liked the thought of Misaki in such a state.

- Not to mention the Scepter 4 needs you too – Awashima entered the room with coffee cups and dressed in her civilian clothes, seemingly she heard what they talked about – Right now, that the Kings lost their power, and there will be no new ones, among all clans you are definitely one of the strongest with three different auras.
- Like I care…
Awashima had a warm smile on her lips.
- I know you don’t, that is why I am happy you are the one in this situation.

Loud steps were coming from outside, like somebody was running in their direction.
- We should go – Kusanagi grinned on the female as she gave him his coffee.
They opened the door to leave in the same time Misaki fell in, breathing heavily. He looked way better than before now, that he have slept and taken care of himself.

- You became weak – Saruhiko mentioned noticing the perspire on the short male's skin.
- At least I can use my legs – he answered angry.
- True – a small smile appeared on the younger male’s face. He didn’t have the right to say anything to Misaki; he was in this state because he cared for him.

Fushimi moved a little so the chestnut haired boy could sit next to him, but flinched as he had to move his injured leg.
- Are you alright? – Misaki was there in a moment, ready to help.
- You are annoying, you worry too much.
Saruhiko was always too good in triggering his anger.
- You, …! –suddenly a warm feeling brushed across him overpowering his bad attitude – Maybe that’s true, but I am happy that at least I have a reason to be worried. There is still something that counts for me.

His face was slightly blushed as he looked on the blue clansman with bittersweet smile, and Saruhiko would swear that he never saw something more beautiful than him.

His amber eyes, slightly red and puffed from the tears he cried before, have shined with relief. His hair still dump, he didn’t have the time to dry it in his hurry to come back to hospital, his face pale but full of happiness and life. In all his imperfection he was the most perfect creature Saruhiko could imagine, and seeing that everything on him was telling the story of how much he cared for someone who betrayed him brought up emotions Saruhiko thought he suppressed long ago.

His hand moved without thinking, and when he realized the movement he was already cupping Misaki’s face.
- What?! – The Homra’s vanguard turned to dark crimson, Saruhiko could feel the heat radiating from him under his palm.  .
- You are adorable – although it sounded like teasing, he really meant it.
- You stupid Monkey, you…

Misaki never finished his sentence of various offenses because a pair of oddly cold and chopped lips crashed against his mouth. His nose was full of the smell of antiseptics, he could feel the uncomfortable touch of the hospital gown, and sure he was a mess himself, but who the fuck cared? Saruhiko was alive and kissing him! He couldn’t be happier right now, and his first kiss couldn’t be more perfect. The feelings overwhelmed him, as he reached out to grab him, pull him closer, but it ended more like clinging into the skinny male. His every little movement reminded Misaki that how lucky he really is that he has a chance to be with him again.

Their first kiss became salty from the tears, and Saruhiko pulled away just enough to brush them down from Misaki’s face.

The shorter male was unable to open his eyes, still lost in his emotions.
- I love you, please don’t leave again! – He mumbled as he pulled back the other male, refusing to let distance get between them.
- How stupid you really are for not noticing, I always loved you, Misaki?