Liar (SaruMi)

Three

After they had gotten their schedules, Tatara and Yata decided to start heading back to the Homra bar. As they compared their classes, they managed to get all but one class together. Tatara had mentioned trying to get it fixed to where they could be together but Yata had told him not to worry about it. He was sure they would be fine if they weren't in one class together. Of course Tatara wasn't too convinced but he decided not to push it too much. He decided to trust Yata, even though seeing how the chestnut haired male reacted earlier wasn't too believable. Yata was always so secretive about his past, and of course the others didn't expose it out of respect. Still, Tatara wished that Yata would tell him something at the very least.

"Yata-chan, are you absolutely positive you don't want to try and get some strings pulled so we have that other class together?" Tatara asked for what seemed like the twentieth time within the last five minutes.

"How many times do I have to tell you that it's going to be fine?" Yata asked with slight annoyance in his voice. He really wished Tatara would stop worrying about the situation so much. It was one class out of five and it was their last class. While the chestnut haired male tried to reassure himself that everything would be fine, he still found himself slightly shaken about that feeling he had earlier today. Someone had definitely been watching him, but he never located who it was.

"Yeah but...you were acting so strangely earlier. I've never seen you act like that." Tatara sighed a bit and placed a hand on the shorter male's shoulder. He had never seen Yata actually shake like that, and that's exactly why he was so worried about it.

Yata said nothing more as the two of them turned the corner to start making the final walk toward Kusanagi's bar. The shorter male was looking forward to crawling back into bed and possibly playing games for the rest of the day, but a sudden feeling made Yata stop in his tracks. He quickly put an arm out to stop Tatara from walking as well. They were definitely being followed by an unknown source. Yata's guard rose again as he started looking around in all directions, but once again he failed to find the target. Tatara on the other hand saw something move out of the corner of his eye and reacted without thinking.

"Yata-chan! Watch out!" Tatara suddenly yelled. Before the shorter male could even react, he found himself being shoved to the ground followed by the sound of a gunshot. He found himself pinned between the concrete beneath him and a heavy weight that was on his back. Who the hell was on his back and what the hell had just happened? He remembered Tatara yelling at him before being shoved to the ground... His hazel eyes suddenly snapped open when a pained groan hit his ears.

"Tatara!?" Yata exclaimed as he slowly shifted the two of them around. Now that he was sitting up, he held Tatara tightly in his arms. What had just happened!? The color of crimson slowly started to stain Yata's hands and clothes, his body started to tremble badly as well. Tatara was breathing, but the shot had hit him in a very dangerous place. From what Yata could tell, the shot had just barely missed a vital organ, but it was still bleeding badly. Why? Why had he done that? He had to get the brunette back to Homra before he lost him.

"Y-Yata-chan... Are you hurt...?" Tatara asked in a low tone. His brown eyes slowly opened so he could see Yata's face. He had seen the shadow figure aiming a gun at the shorter male and jumped to save him without even thinking. "T-that shot was meant for you but... I-I couldn't let you get hit..."

"You fucking idiot... Don't talk right now. We have to get you back home..." Yata was nearly in tears as he slowly staggered to his feet. Homra wasn't far now. If he could hurry, he would get them there in time. With Tatara now settled on his back, Yata did his best to get moving toward the bar but after a few steps, he ended up stumbling and hitting the concrete once again. Dammit, he was too weak to carry Tatara right now, but if he didn't do something, the other would die and it would be all his fault.