[K] Fic: Lull
Title: Lull
Genres: Angst
Rating: G
Pairings: slight Fushimi Saruhiko/Yata Misaki.
Spoilers: for episode 13
Disclaimer: K is the property of GoRA.
Summary: Yata is losing himself.
Mikoto is dead and all Yata can see is red. He hurts and his chest hasn’t stopped burning since that fight with the damn Black Dog. Then his vision is invaded by blue. He remembers the slight relief from scorching, searing pain when Saru (Saru?) pulled on his shirt and touched the insignia. He remembers even though he was angry then too and yelling at the traitor, there was a spark of comfort in that moment. Being close to Saru, fighting together like they used to and trusting Saru unquestionably...had he really missed it so much? It’s too much to muddle through and Yata is so tired of thinking. He just wants to sleep and forget. Forget that Mikoto is gone, forget that he could do nothing to save him, forget that nothing could ever be right again with his beloved Red King gone. He curls up under a tree in the park, oblivious to the cold. Izumo’s bar would be so much warmer, but he can’t stand to be there now. The place is heavy with memories.
Time passes and sleep evades him still. He’s about to give up and ride his skateboard all over the city, blasting music loud enough to block out all thought, when a pair of boots enters his line of vision. He knows immediately that it’s Saru; who else? Yata glares at him, more out of habit than anything and the taller boy simply observes him with his typical bored look.
Yata turns to his other side. He’s too tired to get into it.
Suddenly, Saru is on the ground behind him, one arm pulling Yata closer and the other gently scratching at the base of Yata’s neck in slow circles.
“Tch. You can be so much trouble, Misaki.”
For once the name doesn’t drive him into a berserker rage. Nostalgia tickles his throat and tears threaten to fall. Yata turns and lays his head on Saru’s chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart and inhaling the familiar smell that is Saru.
He begins talking, telling an old fantasy story Yata loved when they were younger. He’s not really listening to the words though. With his head lying against the other’s chest, the vibrations of Saru’s voice are a soft hum. A comforting sound. Saru’s heartbeat and the vibrations blend together into a soothing lullaby. Engulfed in blue, Yata finds some peace and warmth.
Being with you feels like home.