Fushimi Pov

"That shitty bastard son of a b…" Yata ranted as he stomped around in circles on the roof, fuming.

I just stood there, my hands tucked in my pockets.

It was after the Dresden Slate had been destroyed and Yata and I had reconciled. There were still some remaining strains and the duo had been sent out to apprehend it.

"…When I get my hands on him, I'll…"

Needless to say, the mission had not going well is an understatement.

"…then I'll rip his annoying tongue off…"

Yup. Definitely an understatement, the understatement of the year. The strain had gotten away by jumping to another roof after we went through the trouble of chasing him all over the city.

"Misaki." I said, stopping Yata's verbal onslaughter.

"What is it, Monkey? And I told you to stop calling me that name!" Yata hollered at him.

I tched and said, "Why don't you just use your ghoul abilities and I don't know, maybe go after him?"

It was more of a statement than a question.

"What!" Yata sounded surprise.

"I know you can jump from roof to roof if you actually used your full capability." I said, annoyed. "In fact, you could probably do this in your sleep."

"But-but-but-"

"No buts. I am not doing overtime because you are too lazy." I cut him off, too annoyed to be dealing with this sh*t at 2a.m. in the morning.

Yata Pov

What?

That was the only thing on my mind.

"But…" I could only stutter this out.

"No buts. Just do it. Almost no one is awake at 2a.m. in the morning so no one would see you." Fushimi said with an irritated expression.

"But…"

"But what!" Fushimi all but shouted.

There was nerve-wrecking silence. A wolf howled and I flinched.

"But I don't want you to hate me."

I hated it. The small, timid way I said the sentence. It was not like me, and I didn't want it to be.

Fushimi heard it anyway.

Normal Pov

Fushimi's eyes widened. He immediately said, "No. I would never hate you and I can't even if I want to. Besides, it is kind of cool."

Yata looked at him with wide eyes.

"Cool?" he exclaimed, not believing what he was hearing. "I know you are messed up from your father but how is killing people, eating people cool?-"

"But you didn't have a choice." Fushimi cut him off. "It was the only way you could live. Ghouls can not eat human food, everyone knows that."

"But-but-but-"

"No buts. Is this why you've avoiding me? Seriously, I thought you would think that I am better than that. Whatever, just go get the strain. I don't care if you are ghoul or human, you are still an idiot." Fushimi said, raising an eyebrow when did not move, still shocked by Fushimi's response.

"Yes? Do you need something?" The sentence started Yata out of his trance and he shook his head before jumping to another roof top to chase the strain.

Yata smiled as he jumped from roof to roof, feeling a sense of satisfaction when he caught the strain. Now, everything was great. His best friend was back, no one was going to die soon and his family and friends accept that he is a ghoul and does not treat him differently because of it. Yup, his life is now complete, and the smile was stuck on his face till the rest of the day.

Sorry for this crappy piece of work. Because of the long interval, I had lost interest. This is the best I can do. Sorry.