Liar (SaruMi)

Eight

So that's what this was to him. This was all just some sick game for his twisted pleasures, at least that's what it was seeming like. The very thought made Yata sick. It was becoming more difficult to resist the urge to punch this bastard right in the face. He had so many mixed emotions, he couldn't even count them all at that moment. He knew for sure he was pissed, and maybe a bit freaked out. The shorter male suddenly snapped out of his thoughts when he felt a hand tightly grasp his chin. He growled lowly and tried to pull his face back, but the grip only tightened.

"Misaki, is that any way to act around me? It's been four years since we last encountered each other. I figured you'd be thrilled to see me." Fushimi's cold, teasing voice hit his ears causing him to shudder slightly.

"Thrilled to see you? Why would I be thrilled to see you, you bastard!?" Yata's voice started to rise and his anger was getting worse. At this rate, he would probably start spouting bits of his aura, which meant he could risk a fire in the school. He had to get himself away from Fushimi and quickly.

"You used to always be so thrilled to see me. You would hang on me every single day with the cutest smile on your face. Now you're wearing a face that really doesn't suit you. That nasty glare doesn't go well with your facial features." Fushimi hummed softly. He was really trying to get a rise out of Yata and it seemed to be working pretty well.

"That was before you fucking betrayed me... Get your damn hands off of me too!" Yata finally smacked Fushimi's hand away and quickly got himself to his feet. He had to get out of here and right now. He quickly reached down and lifted his bag over his shoulder before bolting out of the room. He had to get back to Homra. He couldn't stand being in the same room as that fucker. Not after what happened between them. Under normal circumstances, Yata would have punched Fushimi right in the face, but right now he was still in a lot of pain from yesterday. As far as the shorter male was concerned, Fushimi was nothing more than a liar and a traitor, someone who couldn't be trusted.

As the doors of the building came into view, Yata was sure he would get out of this place without any extra problems. However that was ripped away from him right as he ran outside. Right as the door closed behind him, he received a harsh blow to his side, sending him flying across the sidewalk. Dammit, this was not what he needed right now. Growling lowly, Yata pushed himself to his knees only to send a glare at who dared to jump him like this. The person who attacked him was someone he had never seen before. They were a bit on the tall side, with silver hair that just barely passed their shoulders, and dark purple eyes. They also had a creepy looking smirk on their face, something that made Yata shudder about as bad as when Fushimi had touched him earlier. Who the hell was this person?

"Hey fucker...what's the big idea?" Yata hissed as he forced himself to his feet. "You got some nerve jumpin' me like that..."

"Ah you definitely have quite a bit of energy. My sources from yesterday weren't wrong about that, but you're weaker than we were hoping. It seems you've really let yourself go." That voice...it sounded really creepy. It was a bit deeper, but had a chillingly sweet sound to it. What the hell did this guy want from him?

"Sources from yesterday...? Wait! Then you know that masked bastard who attacked me and Tatara! That asshole nearly killed Tatara!" Now the shorter male was extremely pissed off. This stranger knew who had nearly killed Tatara yesterday.

"Ah, that boy was indeed an accident. You were the target after all, he just got in the way. If things had gone a bit differently, we would have already had you in our possession. However...there was a bit of an interruption..." The silver haired man suddenly had an irritated expression as he started to approach Yata. "You see, our boss is rather pissed that you weren't apprehended yesterday, however he does like a challenge."