Liar (SaruMi)

Seven

Once Yata stepped into his first class, he instantly regretted it. His first course happened to be math which was something he was already terrible at. He already knew he'd be asking Tatara for help when it came to this class. He hated this already, but he quietly walked to the back and took a seat by the window. If today could just go by fast so he could manage to get back home, that would be fantastic but knowing his luck the day would end up dragging on. An irritated sigh slid past his lips, his gaze never leaving the window as students started to fill up the room. Tatara remained on his mind for the most part. He wondered how the other was doing and if his injury was healing nicely. Yata had meant to check on him before he left, but his mind had been occupied with other thoughts.

"Damn..." He spoke to himself as he finally tore his gaze away from the window. The room had filled up pretty decently, except for one right beside him. That would probably be where Tatara would sit tomorrow, if he was up for coming that is.

The shorter omega suddenly got the same feeling he had yesterday when he was here. It felt like someone was watching him again, but he couldn't pinpoint where the feeling was coming from. He slowly shifts his eyes across the room, but from what he can tell, no one in here is actually looking at him. Maybe it was an effect from yesterday? No that couldn't be it. Someone definitely had their eyes on him, but that specific person wasn't in this room. If they weren't in here, then where the hell were they? Yata once again turned his gaze to look out the window, but no one was standing outside either. This was just going to irritate him even more throughout the day.

As class began, the feeling of being watched slowly faded away but that still didn't ease the tension Yata had been feeling. If anything, it just made things worse because he was sure it would happen again at some point during the day. Maybe he should have stayed home today with Tatara, but it was too late to turn back now. He was already here so he may as well get it over with. A quiet sigh escaped him, his gaze once again shifting toward the window. Boredom was already setting in. The teacher was simply rambling about the rules and crap like that, things the shorter male could care less about.

"Alright everyone. We'll begin our first lesson tomorrow. You're now dismissed."

Hearing those words, Yata didn't even hesitate. He grasped onto his bag and practically bolted from the classroom. Ugh, and that was just one class. He had at least three more to go before he could get himself back to Kusanagi's bar. As he wandered the halls, he kept his eyes out for anyone who may be considered a threat. He had already passed a couple of Jungle's clansmen, but luckily they paid no mind to him. He even located a couple of Strains, but they seemed to be staying out of trouble so there was no reason to deal with them right now either. Everyone else seemed to be surprisingly normal. Nothing was really alerting him, until that damn feeling made itself known again. Feeling the eyes on him, Yata stopped in his tracks and started cautiously looking around. There were too many people around him at the moment, so he couldn't pinpoint where the feeling was coming from, but he knew it was close.

A good distance away, a certain raven stood against one of the walls with his arms crossed over his chest. His eyes were focused directly on Yata's back. A smirk formed on his face as he watched the shorter male start to look around. Of course the raven knew he wouldn't be spotted. He wouldn't allow that just yet. Before the end of the day, maybe so but for now it was just fun to watch the chestnut haired male stay on edge like that. A quiet chuckle escaped him as he brought a hand up and pushed his glasses up a bit.

"That's right Misaki. You know someone's watching you, but you have no idea who it is..." Fushimi chuckled once again as he turned and started walking in the opposite direction. He wasn't just watching the omega to mess with him, he was also watching to ensure that no one from that absurd new clan tried to get him again. He was sure the one he had beaten up yesterday reported it to their leader. They knew Yata was his weakness, meaning they would probably try to make another move to apprehend him soon. Granted, Fushimi didn't plan on letting them get their filthy hands on the smaller male.