(A/N: Hi guys! Here is the Sarumi fic I have promised all of you! Thank you all for waiting. I've decided to let you into my world a little bit with the chapter titles; the songs given are what inspired the events in the chapter. So if you want, you can listen to the song while reading and get what I got, maybe. :P Anyway, let me know what you guys think! Huge thanks goes to my dear friend St. Minority for helping me these past few months. If you like Trigun, go read her stuff! Alright, see you guys next week!)

Prologue/ I couldn't face a life without your light

"Bury all your secrets in my skin

Come away with innocence and leave me with my sins

The air around me still feels like a cage."

Snuff - Slipknot

"You are forbidden from seeing Yata Misaki. Doing so would be considered treason and I would have to punish you to the fullest extent. I hope I raised you better, Saruhiko."

Those words had ruined Saruhiko Fushimi's life. Although the Blue King, Reisi Munakata, wasn't his real father; he was the only father he ever had. Saruhiko had been left on Scepter 4's doorstep when he was just a baby. Munakata hadn't been the Blue King for long but this wasn't the first baby to be dumped in his care. But when Saruhiko turned out to be a regular human, Munakata was at a loss. After a few hours of investigation Munakata discovered why the baby was abandoned: his father was a drug addict and convict on the run and his mother was an illegal immigrant that had been deported that very day. The Blue King didn't want the kid to be in and out of homes just because his parents had made bad choices, so he adopted the baby known as Saruhiko Fushimi.

Sixteen years later and Reisi had said those words after discovering Saruhiko had been contacting Yata Misaki, who was in the care of the Red King Mikoto Suoh. Mikoto also happened to be Yata's uncle who took him in when his mother became terminally ill. Mikoto had become Red King when Yata was eight and was automatically inducted into the red clan. While the red clan watched Yata grow up they also knew he would probably be the boss of them under Mikoto. But Yata didn't take this role very seriously as he grew older and didn't like that people feared him just because he was raised by the Red King. He preferred to make a name for himself and did this the only way he knew how: violence. This unintentionally gave him the nickname "Little Red" and he hated it.

So he chose to rebel and make friends with the rival clans' kid, Saruhiko Fushimi. Friends turned into fiery love and now both kids were traitors to those that took them in.

Right now Saruhiko was in his room, fiddling with his PDA. He knew Reisi was monitoring his PDA's activities but he also knew a way around this. He always had a knack for anything powered with electricity from a young age. He even knew who and where his real parents were, though Reisi eloquently dodged the subject anytime it was brought up. For now he just needed to make a shadow program for emailing so he could get in touch with Yata without proof of said emails. He was sure Yata had gotten a similar speech from the Red King and imagined Yata going into a rage about it. Saruhiko had to make sure Misaki ("Never say that in public, Saru!") didn't do anything stupid that would ruin their carefully crafted relationship. Although neither King knew it, Saruhiko and Misaki had figured out that they would be found out eventually. Just not this soon.

My sweet Misaki,

Calm down! Don't do anything out of the anger you feel right now. We talked about this, remember? Just lay low until midnight and I'll tell you when to leave. I love you.

He didn't give his name because it seemed redundant. He waited for a few minutes then hit refresh. The email had been opened. He deleted the email but kept the program, in case of a reply, and could only hope it was Misaki who had read it. Saruhiko leaned against the wall and slid to the floor, his eyes staring at his closed door as he waited.-

"Do you even know why the Red and Blue Kings fight?!" Yata yelled at Mikoto, his aura proof of his anger. He paced in Mikoto's room, shooting glares at his uncle who sat in a lounge chair smoking. Mikoto's eyes were narrowed and he had a frown on his face, but he had mostly stayed silent to let Yata rage. This wasn't their first argument and certainly wouldn't be their last, but Mikoto knew Izumo was standing just outside the door listening and would barge in if Yata became out of control. Although Mikoto was slightly surprised that this was what they were arguing about. He would have never thought that Yata would have become friends with the enemy, and he also would have thought that someone would have caught on before now. He had his clansman kids going to Yata's school for a reason, after all. He would have to discuss this with Izumo later on.

"We fight because that is what we do. It's what we've always done ever since Kings were discovered. But you already know this so I can only assume that you want to be the exception to this fighting." Mikoto finished rather sarcastically and Yata growled in response.

"But it's so pointless! There is no reason for it and it should stop!" he screamed, his red aura increasing and engulfing him. He shot all of his aura at Mikoto. The door opened and Izumo rushed in, grabbing Yata from behind and holding him while Mikoto remained untouched by the attack. Instead of being angry, Mikoto was chuckling. He got up and walked over to a struggling Yata, grabbing his chin to make Yata look at him in the eye.

"Did you honestly think you could hurt me with the power I gave you? Come now, Yata, you're not that dumb." Mikoto said in a low and dangerous tone. He held his gaze for a few minutes before walking past the pair. Yata had stopped struggling but Izumo still held on to him.

"Lock him in his room, he needs time to think." Mikoto said casually as he walked towards the door. He stopped in the doorway. "Oh, and take his phone. He needs a new one anyway." Mikoto looked back when he said this, a smirk on his face and a knowing gaze in his eyes.

"But!" Yata started but was cut off by the slamming of the door. He gave a defeated sigh and slumped his shoulders. Izumo let him go and gave a wry chuckle, running his hand through his blonde hair at the awkward position he had been put in.

"You can... uh..." Izumo started, lighting a cigarette to buy himself and Yata some time. "Take care of any texts or emails you might have." he finished quickly, making a point to face away from Yata to later claim he didn't see anything if he needed to. Yata gave a grateful sigh and pulled out his phone. Sure enough Saru had emailed him.

"He's taking my phone. I'll be locked in my room. Love you."

Yata replied shortly and turned his phone off.

"Alright, here." he grumbled to Izumo. He had no reason to be mad at him, he was just following his Kings orders but the whole situation was maddening. Izumo took the phone reluctantly and nodded towards the door. Yata dragged himself to his room, head down and fuming. He heard Izumo take out keys and closed his eyes for a moment out of regret. He probably would have been fine if he hadn't attacked Mikoto.

"I'll bring you your favorite ramen for dinner and a nice big soda for you." Izumo said quietly when Yata reached his bedroom door. He looked at Izumo and gave a small smile.

"Sometimes I wish you were King instead of him." Yata replied gloomily. Izumo gave a laugh at this.

"Mikoto is a much better King than I could ever have been. What I think you meant to say is you wish I took care of you instead of him. He's doing his best, I hope you know that." Izumo said while following Yata, stopping at the doorway. "You just have to remember that whatever you do reflects on the clan and Mikoto, both as a King and as your guardian." Izumo explained. Yata gave a groan in response.

"Yeah, yeah. Can't make him look bad and all that." Yata rolled his eyes. Izumo chuckled lightly.

"Dinner will be up in a couple hours." Izumo finished and closed the door with a little wave. Yata heard the keys jingle and the click of the lock and gave another defeated sigh. He looked around his messy room. He at least had his game systems and TV and his own bathroom. He didn't like computers so he didn't have one but now wished he did. He thought about Saruhiko and automatically smiled. He imagined if Saru were here he would have somehow made one of the gaming systems go online to be able to communicate. Yata only knew how to connect to fight other people. Yata leaned against his door and slid to the floor, his eyes staring at his alarm clock as he waited.

Chapter 1/ Losing my religion

"Trying to keep up with you

And I don't know if I can do it

Oh no, I've said too much

I haven't said enough."

Losing My Religion-R.E.M.

Eight Months Ago

God Yata hated school. The only reason Yata was here was because Mikoto had enrolled him once he knew he had passed his exams. Mikoto said he wanted Yata to have a chance to improve the Red Clan through education. His whole life was the Red Clan. He loved Mikoto and looked up to him with as much respect as anyone else but he also felt like he didn't have a lot of choice when it came to his life. He didn't have any dreams or goals because he didn't know anything outside the clan and school. He had friends but they also were associated with the clan.

It was lunchtime and Yata went to his usual table. Everyone was talking about the fight that had happened last night.

"Did you see Mr. Kusanagi do that snake thing with his flames? It's his trademark move!" a kid said excitedly.

"How would you know? You weren't there." Yata piped up, looking at the kid. Everyone gasped and looked between the two anxiously.

"Well, no. But he told me he did it." the boy responded flustered.

"Yeah, he did. I know he did cause I was there." Yata said with more pride than he meant to.

"You've been to almost all the fights though. Guess that's why you get a nickname and no one else does yet."

"Hah?" Yata looked up from the food he was picking at with curiosity.

"You haven't heard what everyone called you? It's pretty cool: Little Red."

Yata's eyes narrowed slightly as he repeated the name in his head. The whole table was looking at him in silence. It finally clicked and Yata's eyes widened slightly in shock.

"Pfft. That's stupid!" he exclaimed, getting up suddenly to leave. He had lost his appetite and sure as hell didn't want to be with this group right now.

"Later." he mumbled, going to throw his food away and making for the door. He had just made it out the door when he saw a kid sitting against the wall in the hallway, food ignored in his lap, playing on his PDA. Yata had never been in the halls during lunch but he hadn't ever seen this kid before either. The first thing Yata noticed was a silver pin on the kids uniform. He'd never seen any of the other students wear pins. He walked a little closer to see if the pin said anything. Feeling someone looking at him the kid looked up. He had messy raven black hair and black framed glasses that hid glacier blue eyes. The kid was thin and slightly pale.

"A picture lasts longer." the kid said in a flat tone, going back to his PDA. Yata looked down, embarrassed.

"S-Sorry." he mumbled. "I just wanted to know what your pin looked like." he stepped closer. The kid looked at his pin and rolled his eyes.

"It's just something my dad makes me wear." he grumbled, again going back to his PDA.

"Why?" Yata asked.

"Something about showing my distinguished future." he said sarcastically with another roll of his eyes. This interested Yata and he sat down next to the kid.

"What future is that?" he asked lightly. The kid looked like he was going to drop his PDA from shock.-

Saruhiko Fushimi didn't mind school the first five years of his life. But when he discovered that what he was taught could be found on the internet, school became a waste of time. He kept his grades up and only stayed in school because Munakata gave him the choice of that or going to Scepter 4's military school. Early in his years Saruhiko realized that he didn't like the general population because everything they talked about was so boring and pointless. He quickly accepted the loner nerd title and he was happy with that. Every so often a transfer student would mistake him for another new student and try to make friends. But after giving them the cold shoulder and saying he didn't give tours to new kids, they left him alone in his safe bubble.

Saruhiko was also used to being stared at, by both genders. Girls would sometimes risk trying to crush on a nerd type and Saruhiko was the best looking out of their options. This didn't last long as he would soon bore them with extremely complicated explanations of systems and games. As for the guys, they would try to pick on him to show off. They're teasing met deaf ears and they would quickly get bored of not getting a reaction. One group had decided to get physical but Saruhiko quickly stopped this with the training he received from the Blue King while growing up. Thankfully word of this spread quickly and his life was like he wanted it: quiet.

So when a kid his age said something specific to him, Saruhiko's mind stopped for a moment. He quickly recovered, knowing this kid would get bored easier than the rest of the kids. He had seen this boy around and thought him to be a hot headed idiot. But then he sat next to him and Saruhiko's whole world stopped. His comfortable bubble had been invaded and this kid seemed interested in him. Saruhiko sat for a few moments looking at him, his mouth slightly open from surprise. He realized he was staring and looked away. The kid has chestnut hair and beautiful hazel eyes. He was short but looked like he got at least a few days worth of sun on his skin. Saru's mouth suddenly felt dry for no apparent reason. He opened his juice box and took a drink and cleared his throat.

"Nothing interesting." he finally answered, glancing at the boy.

"If it isn't interesting then why do you have to wear the pin?" the boy retorted. This kid is pushy. Saru thought to himself, slightly annoyed. He gave a slight sigh and looked into the boy's eyes.

"It's a Scepter 4 pin, alright?" Saruhiko allowed his annoyance to show in hopes that the boy would leave. Instead the boy's eyes grew wide and a smile broke out on his face.

"No way! You're gonna be a blue?!" his voice was suddenly excited. Saru raised an eyebrow.

"Wait..." the boy stopped for a moment. "Your dad... What?! You're the Blue Kings kid!" he exclaimed. This made Saru's eyes narrow.

"How do you know that?" he asked seriously. The kid gave a laugh.

"I'm in the Red Clan." he said in an undertone after making sure they were alone. Saru stared at the kid then tilted his head. The kid held out his hand.

"I'm Yata." he stated simply. Saru looked at the hand then back to Yata's face for a few minutes.

"I'm Saruhiko." he finally said, taking Yata's hand slowly. It was either Saru's imagination or the two auras clashing but Saruhiko felt tingles and heat when their hands grasped each other.