Liar (SaruMi)

Four

One punch...two...three... The mysterious person who had nearly taken Yata down was now being held against a wall being repeatedly punched by an alpha male with raven colored hair that went down to the back of his neck and bangs that hung over his face. His cold blue eyes were shielded by a pair of glasses, and he held a dangerous glare. With one final punch, the masked figure finally fell to the ground, gasping in pain.

"Y-you... You were our main target a long time ago..." The masked person finally managed to gasp out. "And you still are... Fushimi Saruhiko..."

"You've got some nerve getting that close to Misaki..." Fushimi's hand was now clenching the sword that was held at his waist. "You nearly killed him..."

"My orders were to keep him alive. I wouldn't have killed him because I wouldn't dare go against my leader... If you would just join us, we wouldn't have to take such measures..." The masked figure slowly pushed himself back to his feet. The inside of his mask was now stained with his own blood, but he couldn't reveal his face.

"I refuse to bend to his will... He's the reason I had to separate myself from Misaki to begin with. Because of him, my sanity has slowly been slipping with each passing day. I still don't fully know what was done to me, but I refuse to allow you to put Misaki in any kind of danger..." Fushimi practically growled.

"Doesn't that brat hate you anyways? He used to be quite the little powerhouse until the day you betrayed him. Now he's weak, damaged, and just unstable. How does that make you feel, Fushimi? Knowing that you've put him through such hell?" The masked person smirked, only to receive another punch to the face.

"As I said...this is all because of you and your clan. Misaki doesn't know that I'm around again, but he'll know soon enough. I know it will piss him off too, but you see... I want him to be the one to kill me if you ever do manage to get your hands on me... I'd rather die than be made into a puppet." Fushimi stepped back slightly, only to withdraw the sword on his waist. "Tell your leader this when you return... Stay away from Misaki. If you try to cause him any kind of harm again, I will personally track you down and put you through the worst torture imaginalbe...and I'll make sure it's slow and painful."

"You honestly think you can take us all down? It's been so easy to find people who are slightly twisted or emotionally damaged. They're the easiest ones to manipulate. Once we get ahold of you, you'll become one of our greatest weapons." The masked figure stepped back slightly and let out a low chuckle. "You'll see things our way soon enough. Bye for now, Fushimi."

With the masked figure suddenly gone, Fushimi let out a low sigh and put his sword away once again. He thought Yata would be safe from harm if he had left Homra, but it seemed they were one step ahead of him. They knew Yata was precious to him, meaning they could easily use the smaller omega to control Fushimi if they ever got a hold of him. Clenching his fist tightly, Fushimi turned and started to hurry back to Scepter 4. He had to report this to Munakata as quickly as possible. As much as he wanted to turn around and make sure Yata had been found, he knew he couldn't do such a thing. He had to figure out a way to keep them away from him, but he knew that would be difficult. Regardless of the way things seemed back in their Sophomore year of high school, Fushimi's feelings for Yata never did change. He just had to keep them buried deep down.

"Misaki..."

Back at Kusanagi's bar, Mikoto was placing another damp cloth over Yata's forehead. The shorter omega was still unconscious and had been for at least an hour. Tatara on the other hand was surprisingly stable even with such a wound on him. Though he hadn't wanted to, Mikoto contacted Munakata from Scepter 4 and had him come by to take a look at the bullet they had removed from Tatara's abdomen. While it was being analyzed, Mikoto had turned his attention to their skateboarding captain. He knew Yata had completely exhausted himself during that fight, but he still wondered why the two of them had even been a target to begin with.