Author's Note: The fifth drabble is here! Since this is my first Fushimi drabble, I decided to give the monkey a break and let him have his moment to shine instead of being the antagonist. He's still in character, but not as cruel as others portray him as. I hope you enjoy and thank you so much to all who read, review, follow, and favorite! It means so much to me!

Requested by: ArtistInTraining

Paring: OC x Fushimi

Genre: Supernatural

Title: Hero in Blue

I ducked into an alleyway, trying desperately to avoid the attacks launched at me by the target Strain. As a new member of Scepter 4, this was my first mission. It was suppose to be an easy assignment; locate the position of a Strain and report back. But unfortunately, the hunter had become the hunted and my team was in danger. I had been separated from the others like a sickly cow from the herd. Only a week into the job, the field experience wasn't doing any good. I still had yet to match my moves to the others in perfect coordination and figure out exactly what would trigger my Blue clansmen powers. I scolded myself inside my head. If it weren't for the fact that I had begged the Lieutenant to allow me to go on a mission, I wouldn't be here. Instead, I would be nice and safe at my desk, perhaps finishing up a report and preparing to turn it in . . .

With a curse, I threw myself to the ground to avoid getting my head blown off by a scorching fireball. The Strain had power similar to the Red clansmen but the fire was a stunning purple and hovering. More like phantom fire if I asked myself. It hovered in the air and struck at anyone that came near. What was worse was that it could operate on its own and allow the owner to go after someone else. Splitting up wasn't going to help at all. I pushed yourself off the ground and rolled to the side, once again nearly steering clear of turning into a fried human. I started to dash through the streets, praying to whatever deity that watched over me that I would survive this. If I did, I would never, ever complain about deskwork. Deep in my thoughts, I failed to realize the break in the road and my foot caught, forcing me forward onto the concrete. Pain shot up my leg.

I glanced over my shoulder to see the ghostly fire coming my way, its color glowing brightly against the dim lighting. This was it. Without any aura, I would be burned to a crisp. If even that remained.

Suddenly, a blue blur darted out in front of me and whipped out their saber. A Blue aura engulfed the figure, driving back the flame. It let out a screech and fled. I watched in awe, wondering exactly how the person could make it look so easy. My savior turned to me and I recognized the dark-framed glasses and blue hair. He clicked his tongue at seeing me lying on the ground, blood trickling down my leg from the scrape I had acquired in the fall. His sapphire eyes trailed over my body and I couldn't help but blush. His look made me feel like a child that had been caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

"Tch," he clicked his tongue again in disgust. "If you can't even defend yourself, why are you out here in the first place?" I painfully pushed myself up to a sitting position.

"I thought that maybe . . ." I trailed off, glancing down at the ground. He snapped at me.

"You thought what? That you could make my life more difficult by having to deal with a newbie like you?" I frowned, becoming irritated with his attitude.

"I didn't ask to be saved by you!" I spat at him, earning another click of his tongue. He clenched his jaw.

"The Captain better reward me for this," he muttered, then bent down and wrapped an arm around my waist. I jerked back in shock.

"What? You want to lie here for the rest of the evening?" I narrowed my eyes at him but allowed him to help me onto your feet. I put an arm around his shoulders and slowly the two of us began to make our way back to the Scepter 4 rendezvous point.

Halfway to the meet-up location, my knee buckled and I toppled forward. Fushimi barely managed to catch me before I hit the ground. A pained groan escaped my lips.

"I don't think I can walk any farther," I said, gritting my teeth from the pain. My knee throbbed and I was breathing harder than I should have been from a simple walk. The blunette glanced at me and gently helped me sit down on the sidewalk. He pulled out his PDA and checked the screen.

"We're still twelve blocks from the vehicles," he muttered and looked around. It was quiet, too quiet for Shizume City. There should have been pedestrians bustling back and forth from places, lights illuminating the dim streets, and the smell of local restaurants cooking up delicious meals. Instead, it was like a ghost town. My eyelids drooped and I realized how tired I was. After all the excitement and running, my body was ready for a long rest. I leaned my head on Fushimi's shoulder, his arms still around my waist to keep me upright. The third-in-command glanced down at me, only to see that I had fallen asleep. He clicked his tongue but it was softer this time. Despite how annoyed he had been at first, the monkey couldn't deny that, perhaps, maybe he didn't mind being someone's hero once in a while.

My chest rose and fell with each deep breath I took. Fushimi, knowing that it would be a while before I woke up again, picked me up and held me against his chest. It seemed that he would have to carry me back himself. He would scold me once I woke up. I stirred in my sleep and pressed my cheek against his chest, wanting to feel the warmth of the person who was holding me. Fushimi let a smile grace his lips. Not that he would anyone else see it, of course.

After all, he was my hero in blue . . .

. . . and mine alone.

Author's Note: Let me know what you think. Feel free to request and leave suggestions! Next will be coming the second part of Love is like . . . baseball? so please look forward to it!