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Tch. They're going to be in there for a while. Nothing is going to happen. [ He eyes the bat, a little wary of it and not wanting to get bashed in the face for a statement that's obviously true. When Misaki messes with his hair, it causes some of it to stand up, and Fushimi presses the back of his hand to his mouth to hide the smirk. Munakata had told him to be polite. Even Awashima-san might have acted if he disregarded that order. ]

You can relax upstairs. Akiyama will report to me if there are any changes. [ A pause. ] Trust me.

[ Maybe it was a lie that he was too tired to be bitter, because when Fushimi says 'Trust me' he snorts. It... it still hurts, seeing him wearing that goddamn blue uniform.

Stubbornly. ] I'll stay here. [ It's stupid, but he also has to get another jab in. ] I'm fine without you.

Fine? You're fine? [ Fushimi can see how untrue that is. Yata is worn out, thinner than he remembers. There's also something about his eyes that says otherwise, and he tsk-ed hard. ] You still can't lie, Misaki.

[ He grabs his wrist - the one holding the bat - and gives him a tug. A group of subordinates walk by as he does, chattering quietly, and he glares at them in silent warning to move on. ] Come with me.

[ He stumbles to his feet but then jerks his hand away from Fushimi, taking a step back and tries to fall into a defensive stance. Unfortunately he's left several openings that he doesn't even realize are there. ]

I already told you my answer, Saru. I'm not going anywhere with a traitor.

Edited 2012-11-26 05:29 (UTC)

I refuse to fight with you here. [ This conversation is something they need to have privately, and Fushimi looks around, making sure there's no one to hear him. He'd promised to behave too. ] Che. This is annoying...

[ A slight roll of his shoulders, and he shows his back to Yata. ] Stop arguing, and follow me. [ He grits his teeth, forces out the word. ] Please.

[A year ago he would have struck at that exposed back. A few months ago he would have seriously considered it. Now, Totsuka is still dead and he doesn't have the hate to strike at him. So he falls into step behind Fushimi, hands shoved deep into his pockets.

Yata follows him quietly for a minute or two. Long enough for the guilt over what he said to kick in. ] You still grind your teeth? You're going to fuck them up.

[ Despite how carelessly it seems he exposes himself, Fushimi's shoulders are tense, and the line of his back is rigid. He knows how seriously he'd hurt Misaki when he'd left Homra, and that it was, even then, a bitter subject to approach. But Fushimi had his reasons—as selfish and necessary as he thinks they are.

There's silence as they walk the length of the corridor. Deciding on the steps, Fushimi leads him up the first flight without really responding. ] Is that how you show concern now? [ A quiet little heh. ] It's been a long time.

You're going to be a bitter old man with fake teeth. [ The image is gross, and something to distract himself from the past. A gross bitter old man with dentures because he ground them his real teeth dust. It isn't a pleasing thought, because of that nostalgia for moments when Fushimi had used to smile. ]

Though being a big goddamn government employee probably means a dental plan.

Edited 2012-11-26 06:41 (UTC)

[ He turns to grip Yata's shirt without thinking, curling his fingers until the knuckles are white from squeezing so tightly. His voice is a hiss. ]

Shut up. I did what I had to do, Mi-sa-ki. You should know that better than anyone. [ And there it is again: Fushimi grinding his teeth. ] But you could never understand.

[ Being dragged forward, he realizes how frayed they both must be. They survived a battle, avoided disaster and they're still doing this. And Yata just feels paper thin when he finally manages to muster his voice. ]

...How could I understand? You never told me why, you just- [ He cuts himself off and looks away. ] You left.

I couldn't stay there.

[ The strain in his voice causes his throat to burn and eyes to sting. He's beyond tired, no energy for the little games of teasing and harassing. Fushimi stares so hard at the wall behind Yata that he's sure he can see through the other side of it. ] You had...everything. You didn't need me anymore.

Didn't need- [ He wants to shake Fushimi. He wants to cry, but he hasn't done that since Totsuka died. He's not sure he has anything left to cry. They were best friends, how could there be a moment where one of them stopped being necessary? ]

You were my best friend! [ It isn't about Homra anymore. It's more personal, it's finding out the one steady thing in his life had walked out on him. It's the pain of knowing he had a part in driving him away without intending to. He continues, his voice ragged but quiet. ] I still needed you, Saruhiko.

[ The use of his given name comes as a surprise, the shock just a momentary reaction before it's replaced with a stern look. His hand loosens a bit in Yata's shirt. ] Tch.

[ Having this discussion in the hall isn't how Fushimi had wanted it to go either, but it's too late to stop. Of course, there's more to his leaving than just this. Still, they had to start somewhere. ] You're so stupid. [ The way his jaw tightens actually hurts. ] I did it for you!

How?! Maybe I am stupid but I don't fucking understand! [ He grabs Fushimi's wrist tightly. He won't let him retreat from this. ]

How was leaving [ me ] Homra supposed t'help me?

[ Unconsciously, Fushimi chews at the inside of his cheek rather than grinds his teeth. It's not much of an improvement; he looks everywhere but Yata's face. ]

Look at yourself, Misaki. Tell me it didn't help. [ Because he's stronger, isn't he? He can stand toe-to-toe with him. Under his breath: ] I was too weak.

[ Now Yata is the one gritting his teeth. This is so stupid. His voice is dangerously calm when he speaks, staring right at Fushimi. ] What the fuck? When did you get so self centered, Saru? [ He tightens his grip on Fushimi's wrist and slams him back against the wall. ]

This- What I am isn't because you left! It's because Homra helped me back onto my feet!

Edited 2012-11-27 18:12 (UTC)

Predictable. [ He laughs from the way pain shoots up his back, how Yata seems so intent on driving him through the wall. Old feelings and exhaustion don't make a functional pair. Fushimi tilts his head, leaning in so that his mouth is dangerously close to his ear. ] You stopped looking at me, Mi-sa-ki. But you notice me now. Right?

[ A breath. He can't remember when he'd been so close to him since...before. ] Your King wouldn't want you starting fights you can't win. This is a public show. [ Glancing at one of the cameras, he frowns. ] Let go.

[ It's too much. Too much and he's too tired for the things Fushimi is telling him. The physical closeness only compounds the feelings, making him remember when they had been able to be near each other without a fight breaking out. He gnashed his teeth together before releasing Fushimi and stepping back, half tempted to walk back to the couch he'd been on earlier. ]

Hurry up. [ But it's too late to walk away now. Not after what's been said. ]

[ Even after all this time, he knows Yata so well. Fushimi adjusts his glasses before gripping his hand and dragging him into an adjacent room. It's one of the lower paid subordinate's rooms, but there's a bed, which is what they need, and a door, which he shoves Yata against once it's closed. He fists his hand in his hair and pins him in with his body. ]

Do you want an apology? I'm not giving you something you don't deserve. [ His other arm comes up to wedge itself under his chin, the red wristband bright against the paleness of Yata's skin. The harshness drops from his voice. ] I miss you.

[ I miss you. The weight of those words hurts and he can't even bring himself to hide it. Neither of them can apologize for the events that led to this, it's too late for it. ]

I'm right here, Saru. [ He looks him in the eye, not fighting the arm across his neck or the fingers pulling at his hair. ] I'm right here so stop missing me, already.

[ And that expression sends him right back to the beginning of everything. When he'd met Yata, how they'd become friends despite Fushimi's reluctance to try at first, their relationship. Fushimi relaxed his arm and slid his hand away. ]

You can have the bed. [ He needed to get away. ] No one will bother you unless it's important.

[ He slumps against the door for a moment before nodding. Yata doesn't have the heart to ask him to stay. Not after everything they've said. ]

...Thanks. [ He steps away from the door, avoiding looking at Fushimi now. ]

[ Normally, he'd pursue the issue or claim that he was taking the other side of the bed, but Fushimi knows they need some time. Though Yata may think he's self-centered, cold and uncaring, he's going to prove otherwise. Hand resting on the door, he glances at him over his shoulder. ]

We will talk later. [ And he leaves without another word. ]

[ He watches him leave with conflicted feelings, but he doesn't stop him. And when he's alone Yata goes and collapses on the bed for a few hours. He hates to admit it, but Scepter4's beds were pretty damn comfortable. When Yata finally wakes up, his head is clear for the first time in a long time, and he knows he needs to talk to Fushimi.

It takes a while to find Fushimi's room, and he has to bully a subordinate to get the information. When he gets there, he finds the door locked and instead of knocking he... melts the handle with his flame and forces the door open.

Regardless of whether Fushimi woke up from that, he walks in. ] Oi.

[ Unfortunately, he's not asleep—and he hasn't been. Fushimi is sitting at a table with his PDA and a laptop, working. It's dull, and he's been bored since he started. Needless to say, Yata's intrusion is both welcome, somewhat expected, and annoying. He pushes up his glasses and gives him a momentary glance before returning to typing. ]

Did you need something? Nothing significant has changed in the negotiations.

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