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[Independent Fushimi ask blog.]
// what omg freezing rain? from which direction?
[ IDK MAN BUT SHIT IS SUPPOSED TO GET REALLY BAD OVERNIGHT… ]
[ Goodnight…There’s a very slim chance that I’ll actually have to go to school tomorrow and I need to sleep ]
eye color: Hazel/Green
birthday: February 17
favorite color: Black / White
best school subject(s): History
current shirt color: Black and Red (Axel Organization shirt ftw)
day or night: Night ofc
celebrity crush: RDJ & Johnny Depp
coffee or tea: Ew, coffee…def tea
favorite food: Sushi uwu
"Of course we should go to Homra!" He exclaimed in a manner that suggested that was the only solution. "I’m not going with you anywhere! You come with me! Kusanagi-san will know how to fix this…and so will Mikoto-san! Mikoto-san can probably change us back!” His voice got more and more excited as he spoke, eyes widening. Of course his king could fix this…Mikoto-san could do anything! He was the most powerful person in the whole world.
"They’ll know who I am if I bring you, and they’ll listen to me! I know they will. And Anna will know it’s us for sure! I ain’t going to any damn blues." Quite frankly he didn’t trust them. How could he trust the place that took his best friend away? Or people that could serve a king that wasn’t Mikoto-san? That’s right. He couldn’t.
His decision was made and there was nothing Saru could do to persuade him otherwise. “Alright, let’s go.” He declared with finality and turned on his heeled boots, walking in the direction of the bar with a purpose. It felt weird not to be wearing sneakers and to have legs significantly longer but he tried to forget that fact, that this wasn’t his body. Everything would be alright in the end, just like Totsuka-san always said.
"No!" he shouts immediately. "Like hell I’m going anywhere near that damned bar!" That was the worst idea on the planet, and it would help them whatsoever. Scepter4 had countermeasures specifically for things like this. Homra did not. Homra was a bar that the thugs of the red clan gathered at. They did not have what Misaki and Saruhiko need to return to normal.
And as soon as the other spouted his ex-king’s name he nearly broke into laughter. “Oh please. He won’t be able to do anything. Don’t you dare say that bastard’s name while you’re in my body.” he hisses, straightening up his posture to make him seem just a little bit taller. He still wasn’t nearly as intimidating, but it would have to suffice.
"No one’s going to recognize us for who we really are. The’ll see you as me and me as you. It won’t work, I can promise you that right now." He can feel this anger build up in him, and it’s a weird feeling but he assumes that’s where Yata usually draws his strength from. Kind of weird, but most certainly useful for someone of his short stature.
"You’re such a stupid imbecile…" Now he’s just getting frustrated, because Yata won’t listen to a rational idea that actually makes sense. "If you’d just listen to me for once.”
That there was no sound at all.. That was kinda eerie to him, but he didn’t stop moving his feet forward. Moment by moment. He would not be afraid of Saruhiko no matter how much he should be. He couldn’t show his weakness. He was a commander. A man in charge. To show weakness now was just to prove to the world that he had little left in him to give and little left to strive for. It would prove to /Mikoto/ more than anyone that he’d failed.
”..What the hell don’t I see?” Venom came into his voice as his whole body shook with effort anger and the smidgen of fear that he denied. “There’s not a lotta gray in our situation, Fushimi.. It’s pretty simple.”
Even if he hadn’t headed out the door.. That didn’t make him a stronger man.
”What problems have you solved without running!?”
His grip on the door knob tightens if only to try and stop himself from shaking anymore. This whole encounter has ruined him, and he wants nothing more than to take the rest of the day off, go home, and try to forget everything that happened today.
Everything is just piling up and if Yata doesn’t stop soon…well who knows what’ll happen. The vanguard just doesn’t know when to shut his mouth and let it go. He’s never known things like that.
"Shut up!” he hisses, hand coming off the knob only to ball into a fist and slam into the wood of the door. His breathing is heavy, doing all he can to hold back. His head drops, fringe covering his eyes, and bites his lip. “That’s not…That’s not…”
The blue forces himself to pull away, walking back towards his Captain’s desk just to put space between the two of them. He can’t answer that question and they both know it. He’s run from so many problems—most of them concerning the vanguard himself. There’s no excuse for it. “Just leave… please…” He’s desperate.
I WANNA SEE FROZEN!
But alas no one will see it with me!
well if you lived closer…
Once he pulled his hand back he quickly tucked it in his pocket. God, he shouldn’ta done that one. It just proved how much his girly-ass name got to him. He should always be a little more thoughtful but .. he didn’t have one of those bones in his body. Not a single one, actually. He never bothered with the thinking part rather than the doing.
So long as he didn’t say it again they’d be all fine and dandy.
”You’re actin’ way too cool, Saru.” Already he was getting riled just hearing his ‘real’ name being refused like that. “No wonder so many people pass you up. You got this..” He paused to puff out his chest and sit up straight as he could. ” ‘Don’t you look at me, I’m dangerous and so above you’ attitude dontcha know?”
He can’t do anything other than stare at Misaki with complete and utter shock. The red head really didn’t ever hold back, did he? To be so brave as to just blurt all of that out like it was nothing when they barely knew each other. It really was just extraordinary.
Saruhiko found himself both shocked and fascinated.
Even so, to repeat, they barely knew each other. That meant that everything Yata had basically just said to him was completely without base. There was nothing to back it up, and the other really just didn’t know what he was actually talking about. “That’s not the case at all.” Yes, he feels the need to correct this, and make sure they’re on the same page concerning his social life.
"In fact, it’s quite the opposite." he turns so that he can face Yata properly. "People don’t ‘pass me up’. I’m the one who avoids them. I don’t need people in my life and they don’t need me. I’m nothing like…that…" he gestures to the stupid posture and tone of voice Yata’s using. "I might be dangerous… I mean I buy things illegally as a second living. But I don’t think I’m above others. I’m so far down the totem pole, that I’m not even going to bother trying to climb back up, because there’s just no point. I started off as street scum and I’ll never be any more than just that."
He stops, as if realizing everything he had just spilled so easily. In wanting to set things straight he wound up saying a bit more than he had meant to. “Sorry…” He hadn’t meant to dump his burdens on the other like that. “I’m gonna go take a shower.” he pushes himself up off his floor and grabs a towel and a change of clothes, leaving the room as quickly as he could before the other could get another word out.