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ridiasfangirlings · 2 years ago

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Title: Lovely, Dark and Warm (10/15)

Fandom: K Project

External: AO3

Pairings: Sarumi

Ratings/Warnings: M

Summary: Totsuka Tatara was dead, Homra was certain of that. But rumors persisted, that he had been seen wandering the alleys of Shizume, with blood on his shirt and a mouth hanging open.

In retrospect, that was how every zombie apocalypse started, after all.

Notes: In which Fushimi and Yata finally come out of the closet :D

“It’ll be okay, Anna.”

“Mmm.” Anna didn’t respond, still staring fixedly at the marbles in her hand.

Kamamoto tried not to sigh, glancing out the window. They’d been hiding in his family’s shop for the last few days, waiting for word from Homra. His parents were out of town on holiday and the store was closed for now.

Things were definitely getting tense in the city, even his parents had felt it. He was sure that’s why they’d agreed so readily to leave the city when he’d asked and he was a little bit thankful for it. If things exploded — and it definitely felt like something was about to explode — he would rather they not be here.

It chafed a little to be left behind, when all the other guys were either with Mikoto or protecting the bar but Kamamoto couldn’t complain. He was here to protect Anna after all, and it was the most important job he could think of.

There was a rustling of skirts as Anna abruptly stood.

“Anna? Anna!” She was already hurrying to the door before Kamamoto could stop her. “Anna wait, it isn’t safe!”

“We have to go.” Anna pulled the door open, tugging with both hands, and then slipped outside. Kamamoto nearly stumbled following her, and as he stepped outside he saw what she’d meant.

There were figures moving along the side of the road. Some were dragging half-severed limbs, others nearly cut in half. There was at least one whose head was dangling loosely off its neck, held on by only a single strip of flesh, but its mouth was open hungrily.

“Rikio!” Anna’s shout knocked him out of his daze and Kamamoto took a deep breath before sending a punch straight into the ground. Red power swirled around his fist, headed right towards the approaching undead —

— and then stopped, fizzling into nothing.

“Eh?” All he could do was turn and run, following after Anna. She was going as fast as she could, moving through side streets and alleyways as if she’d memorized them, and Kamamoto began to notice that wherever they went it was as if they had just managed to avoid any undead who might have been in the area. She still clutched a marble in one white hand and held it up to her eye as she ran.

They turned another corner and this time Anna finally stopped, swaying. Kamamoto moved to steady her but she shook her head and pointed.

“There! We have to—“

Kamamoto didn’t even wait for her to finish. Ahead of them was a group of undead ringing another figure, a person who was crouched on the ground backed against a wall. Kamamoto took a deep breath, punching his knuckles together experimentally, and then he reached deep inside for the Red flame.

This time it answered him, and as his legs hit the ground it sent out a shockwave of red. The flames encircled the undead, burning all of them into nothing.

“No blood, no bone, no ash,” Kamamoto said grimly as Anna flashed by him, running to the figure still crouched by the wall.

“Izumo!”

“Kusanagi-san?” Kamamoto’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Anna.” Kusanagi’s voice sounded tired but happy as she threw her arms around him. He was clearly a little worse for the wear — his usual immaculate clothes were rumpled and dirty, and there were bruises on his knuckles. As he got closer Kamamoto could see something red soaking through one leg of Kusanagi’s pants.

“Kusanagi-san!” Kamamoto felt a spike of worry and Kusanagi waved him away.

“It’s not a bite. I fell on a rebar gettin’ out of Mihashira. Been hard to take care of it with all those…things runnin�� around.” With one shaking hand he reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette and lighter.

“S-so….everyone else? Yata-san? What about…” He glanced at Anna, worried, but she had already understood what he was about to say.

“Mikoto.” Her hand tightened around the small red marble.

“Can you see anything?” Kusanagi asked her quietly, lighting his cigarette. Anna shook her head.

“It’s clouded. I can see the Tower, but when I try to look higher…”

“I see.” Kusanagi blew smoke, head tilted back.

“Kusanagi-san…what should we do? The bar—“

“I couldn’t get back there. They knew we were comin’, so I’m sure…” Kusanagi shook his head. “Help me up, Kamamoto. I know a place we can hide. We need to get Anna somewhere safe.”

“Right.” Kamamoto wrapped Kusanagi’s arm around his shoulders, letting Kusanagi lean on him. He glanced over at Anna, who was still staring through her marble as if trying to see through mist. “Anna?”

She turned to look at him and dropped the marble into her pocket, reaching for his free hand.

“Let’s go.”

–

Yata pressed close against Fushimi, barely daring to breathe as he stared through the crack in the closet door. After a moment he saw the door to the room swing slightly open and then shut again as whatever was out in the hall had moved on.

“I don’t think the dumbass zombies know we’re here,” Yata said softly. “Let’s just hang tight for a minute and then we can get the hell out of here.”

“Shut up.” Fushimi’s voice was low and strangled and Yata looked up at him curiously. Fushimi was staring straight ahead, eyes blank, and his entire body seemed wound tight like a spring.

“Saruhiko?” Yata didn’t dare raise his voice to anything more than a whisper. “You okay?”

“I’m fine. Shut up.” Fushimi still wasn’t looking at him. His fingers were twitching convulsively.

Yata tried to move back to get a better look at him but there was no room to back up more than half a step. They were pressed closely together in the darkness, surrounded by dust and cobwebs. Fushimi was pushed back in the furthest corner of the closet partially turned away from Yata, where he couldn’t even see through the crack in the doorway.

Yata was suddenly aware that Fushimi was muttering something under his breath and he leaned in closer to hear.

“They’re coming.” Fushimi’s voice was low and lined with something close enough to panic that it made a chill run through Yata’s entire body. “They’re coming. I’ll kill them first. They’re coming.”

“S-Saruhiko?” Yata reached for him and Fushimi slapped his hand away. Yata bit back a cry of pain as something sharp sliced through his palm and he realized that Fushimi had drawn a knife. “H-hey, Saru, chill out already! What’s wrong with you?”

Fushimi didn’t answer, trembling hands playing haphazardly with his knife. His eyes were glazed and he didn’t even seem to know Yata was there.

A week in the wine cellar and then you could have stayed there in that small cramped space while they walked around outside all the time, every minute, and you couldn’t even trust yourself to sleep because they might get in and Yata suddenly realized exactly what the problem was.

The door creaked again and Fushimi shifted, eyes wide, knives out.

“Saru, don’t!” Yata hissed, pushing him back. Blue light was beginning to glow around him and Yata could only think of one thing to do.

He threw his arms around Fushimi and pulled him close, holding him as tightly as he dared. The Blue aura felt cold and slightly painful against his skin, but Fushimi froze dead and Yata tightened his grip.

“I’m here, you idiot monkey,” Yata muttered, burying his face against Fushimi’s neck. “So calm the fuck down already. It’s okay, all right? I’m here with you this time.”

“M-Misaki…” The word was a half-sob and Fushimi seemed to deflate slightly under Yata’s grip. He was still trembling and Yata didn’t dare let go. Pushed so close together like this Yata could smell sweat and blood against Fushimi’s skin and something about it made him feel like he might be sick.

They’d been in fights and everything before, in Homra, but even so it just seemed wrong that Fushimi should smell of blood when he wasn’t wounded.

“Just a little longer, okay, Saruhiko?” Yata murmured. It felt like trying to calm a child. Fushimi’s hands twitched again, as if they were going to wrap around him in reciprocation, and Fushimi forced them down with visible effort. His breathing seemed to have only sped up and Yata closed his eyes, listening hard and hoping that the zombies would just move on already so they could escape.

“Misaki. Misaki.” Fushimi was repeating his name over and over like a protective chant and Yata relaxed slightly. It had to be working. Saruhiko was definitely calming down now, he had to be.

Then Fushimi laughed and Yata’s heart dropped.

“No more hiding like meat, Misaki,” Fushimi hissed coldly and with a sudden burst of strength he broke away from Yata, scrambling for the door.

“Saruhiko, wait!” Yata grabbed for him but it was too late. Fushimi shoved the closet door open and they both tumbled out onto the floor.

The three zombies peering in the doorway immediately attacked.

Yata hadn’t even managed to get to his feet but Fushimi was already moving, knives flying from his hands, catching all three zombies in the center of the chest. The wounds didn’t even appear to slow the monsters down and then Fushimi’s hand twitched and red flames shot up from the knives, burning the monsters alive where they stood.

There was the sound of feet suddenly moving towards them and Yata could barely hear it over Fushimi’s mad laughter.

“Come on, you bastards.” Fushimi drew his sword. “Come and get me.”

“What the hell, Saru!” Yata aimed a punch at him and Fushimi deflected it with one hand without even looking. His face was suddenly cold. “Do you want to get us killed?”

“Not just hiding there to get killed,” Fushimi said in low tones. “Not this time. Not again.” He took a step forward so that his back was facing towards Yata and his face hidden. His tone turned suddenly dark and bitter. “Go on and hide in there, Misaki. Come out in a week. I’m sure I’ll still be alive by then.”

Without waiting for a reply he darted out the door, and Yata had no choice but to run after him.

“Saru, wait!” He skidded to a halt in the hallway. Between them and the stairs were at least a dozen zombies. Yata turned to look behind them and cursed as another group of zombies peered out from the master bedroom. He backed up so that he was right up against Fushimi. “Ch. Great job, monkey. Now what do we do?”

“What do you think?” Fushimi smiled cruelly. “We kill them all.”

Without waiting to see if Yata had even heard him, Fushimi attacked.

Yata swore and rushed after him, catching a zombie in the throat a moment before its teeth would have sunk into Fushimi’s neck. Fushimi didn’t even seem to notice him, blades flashing as he cut his way through the monsters. Yata could barely keep up with him, focusing most of his attention on trying to keep Fushimi from getting himself killed.

Somehow they made it to the stairs and Fushimi darted down them with Yata on his heels, jumping over the banister a few steps from the bottom and landing easily on his feet. Yata leaned over the banister and swore again. More zombies were already approaching from the other rooms and even the front door. Clearly their presence had been noticed.

“We need to get out of here, monkey--” Yata cut off as Fushimi ran towards one of the zombies approaching from the kitchen, disappearing inside. Yata sighed, immolated another zombie stumbling down the stairs after him and then ran towards the kitchen after Fushimi.

There were more zombies there, crawling over counter tops and between broken chairs. Fushimi’s face had gone grim and he was slicing desperately at those nearest to him as they backed him towards the basement door. Yata suddenly realized that while Fushimi’s red flames were still doing their job, the Blue power along his sword was flickering noticeably. The Blue King’s power had failed at just the wrong time.

One of the zombies dived for Fushimi at the same time Yata forced his way through with the biggest ball of flames he could muster, sending Red power scattering through the room as he grabbed Fushimi by the arm and pulled him down the steps. Fushimi resisted and suddenly they were both tumbling over the stairs, landing in a pile of limbs and blades on the basement floor.

“Damn it.” Yata looked up. The flames above were dying and he could see a few zombies stumbling towards the doorway after them. Yata bit his lip and summoned a small flame in his hand to light the room, hoping to spy some kind of escape route. “Great job, monkey. We’re trapped.” He turned to glare at Fushimi, who was staring at something along the side of the staircase. “Hey, monkey! What now?”

“Bring the light closer,” Fushimi said, ignoring the anger in Yata’s voice. His face had gone calm at last and he was looking at the stairwell with an expression Yata recognized immediately: that was the sign of Fushimi thinking.

“We don’t have time for you to examine the damn architecture, we’re going to get killed--”

“Shut up.” Fushimi grabbed his wrist and pulled it close. “Look.”

Along the side of the stairwell there was a small red mark that Yata recognized immediately. It was the same mark that was still emblazoned on his chest, and which had once been on Fushimi’s.

The mark of Homra.

“Homra’s mark…but…”

“There’s something here.” Fushimi pushed against the mark and the wood gave way beneath his fingers. “Come on.” Without waiting for Yata’s reply, Fushimi crawled in through the secret door and disappeared. Yata gave a quick glance upwards at where the zombies were beginning to descend the stairs, then killed his flame and followed after Fushimi, making sure to pull the door shut behind him.

He scrambled through the tunnel as quickly as he could, aware of Fushimi moving steadily forward ahead of him. He heard Fushimi grunt slightly and risked lighting another flame. In the dim light he could see that the tunnel had opened up into a small room and Fushimi was already leaning weakly against a wall, wiping his forehead with one hand.

“I don’t think anyone’s following us.” Yata pulled himself out after Fushimi, cleaning his dusty palms on his shorts. A bright red streak of blood stained his shorts and Yata grimaced, he’d almost forgotten about the cut on his hand. He stared down at it for a moment before carefully looking up at Fushimi. “You okay, Saruhiko?”

“Shut up.” There was no strength in Fushimi’s words and Yata had to stop himself from going to him. Fushimi’s clothes had gotten disheveled in the fighting and once again Yata could see the burn mark, a dark mess of flesh on Fushimi’s chest.

Yata couldn’t let himself act like they were friends again, no matter how much he wanted to. Fushimi had betrayed them. Yata wouldn’t, couldn’t let himself forget that.

“So where are we?” Yata took a few steps forward. There was another doorway just to Fushimi’s left and he headed for it. After a moment he heard Fushimi sigh heavily and get to his feet, following after him. Yata pushed the door open and peered inside.

The room inside was small and modestly furnished, with a ratty old couch and a couple of chairs. And sitting at the foot of the couch was a little pink kitten, drinking milk out of a cracked saucer.

“Hey, there you are.” Yata stepped forward towards her and she glanced up, meowed, and then quickly turned and trotted around the corner into another room. Yata stared after her.

“I guess she doesn’t like you, Misaki,” Fushimi said mildly from behind him. “Really, even when it’s a cat you still can’t deal with girls.”

“Sh-shut up!” Yata snapped. There was another meow as Neko came wandering back in. Following on her heels was a young girl in a red dress. She stopped dead upon seeing Yata and Fushimi.

“Misaki. Saruhiko.”

“A-Anna!” Yata ran towards her at the same time the smile lit up her face. She wrapped her arms around him as he fell to his knees. “You’re alive. You’re all right!”

“Anna-chan? What’s…?” Another familiar voice floated in from the other room and Kusanagi limped around the corner, one leg swathed in bandages and leaning heavily on a walking stick.

“Kusanagi-san!” Yata could feel tears welling up in his eyes and didn’t care. He’d tried to hope, he really had — but now, seeing them here, Yata realized for the first time that in truth he had given them all up for dead long ago.

“Yata-chan!” Kusanagi reached out and placed a hand on Yata’s head. “What are you doing here?”

“We-we traced your signal,” Yata said, smile threatening to split his face open. “I knew you guys couldn’t be dead! I knew — I knew I wasn’t the only one who made it!”

“Kusanagi-san?” Another voice piped up from behind and Kusanagi straightened.

“Kamamoto, we’ve got a visitor.”

“Visitor?” Kamamoto looked around the corner and his eyes fell on Yata. “Yata-san!”

“Kamamoto!” Yata stood and went to meet him, pounding happily on his back.

“Yata-san, you’re alive!” Tears were streaming down Kamamoto’s face. “You’re really alive!”

“So are you!” Yata said, feeling almost incoherent with relief. “All of you guys…all of you…How…?”

“It’s a bit of a story,” Kusanagi said. “We’ve been on the run for a while now. I tried to get in contact with the others, but..”

“And Mikoto-san?” Yata said urgently. “You know what happened to him, right, Kusanagi-san?”

Kusanagi sighed heavily and Yata’s face fell.

“I’m afraid I can’t tell you anything about that, Yata-chan,” Kusanagi admitted, leaning against the couch. “We got separated in Mihashira. I got in a bit of a spot and had to run. By the time I got outside, there was no way of gettin’ back in, and no way to get to the safe house either. I got lucky that Anna and Kamamoto found me when they did.” Anna walked over to him and he put a gentle hand on her head. “We found a safe place for a bit— I wasn’t in much shape to move by the time I got there — and finally it was too dangerous to stick around anymore. We tried gettin’ back to the bar, but there were too many undead. Then I remembered this place. It was bein’ used by some drug dealers we routed a while back. The house is just a cover. There were still supplies down here from the last time and as long as we stay in the rooms under here it seems like the zombies don’t notice.” He tapped his cane against the ground. “Well, we had a little trouble gettin’ here too, though. Ah, don’t look like that, Yata-chan. It’s just a scratch, nothin’ dangerous. An old injury that didn’t get quite healed, and then I took a bad fall while we were runnin’ from a Strain, that’s all.”

“I don’t know how I got out either.” Yata’s fist clenched with the sudden memory of his own uselessness. “I remember I lost track of everyone else and then the next thing I knew I was outside, alone. I waited for everyone at the spot we agreed on but no one ever came. And then I went back to the bar and…” He trailed off.

“I know,” Kusanagi said quietly, voice resigned. “It’s all gone, huh?”

“Eh? How did you…?”

“I looked.” Anna tugged on Yata’s sleeve. “There were zombies.”

“Right. Zombies.” Yata gave her a sad smile. “But I stayed near it. I was hoping that someone— that maybe someone would be--”

“Yeah.” Kusanagi put a hand on Yata’s shoulder. “You did good, Yata-chan. Mikoto would be proud of you.”

“Kusanagi-san…” Yata stared hopelessly up at him. “You—you don’t think Mikoto-san is— I mean, Mikoto-san couldn’t be—”

“Mikoto is alive.” Anna said it with absolute certainty, not looking at any of them as she reached down to pet Neko. “Definitely.”

“Anna…” Yata looked over at her and managed a small smile. “Yeah. Definitely.”

“As touching as this is, we haven’t got time for it,” Fushimi spoke up. Kusanagi’s head snapped up as if he had only just noticed Fushimi’s presence and there was a long moment of silence as his eyes took in Fushimi’s blue coat and the burn mark still visible on his chest. “Kusanagi Izumo. My orders are to bring you and Kushina Anna back to Scepter 4. If you won’t come, I will use force.” He pointedly placed a hand on the hilt of his sword.

“Hey, Saruhiko, wait a sec!” Yata yelled at him and Fushimi ignored him, face set and cold.

“Fushimi, huh?” Kusanagi leaned back to get a good look at him. “You’ve changed a bit, haven’t you?”

“Don’t listen to him, Kusanagi-san,” Yata growled. “He’s a just a dirty fucking traitor.”

“Don’t act like such a child all the time, Misaki,” Fushimi said coolly. “My orders were clear.”

“Well, that’s interestin,’ isn’t it?” Kusanagi calmly pulled out a cigarette and took a puff. “The Blue King’s still around, huh?”

“We don’t have to go back with him,” Yata said. “We don’t need those bastards at Scepter 4. Now that we’re back together, we can go after Mikoto-san ourselves!”

“Can we?” Kusanagi said thoughtfully. He gave a small grunt of pain as he pushed himself off the chair and turned to look at Fushimi. “Can we discuss this a bit amongst ourselves?”

“Do whatever you want,” Fushimi said languidly, throwing himself down on the couch. “I’m bringing you in either way.”

“Yata-chan, Kamamoto, this way.” Kusanagi indicated for the two of them to follow him into the next room. “Anna…”

“I’ll stay with Saruhiko,” Anna said calmly. Kusanagi looked surprised for a moment, then shrugged and continued into the next room. Yata glared pointedly at Fushimi as he followed, with Kamamoto slinking nervously behind.

Anna gave Neko another pat and then walked over and sat down next to Fushimi. He glanced at her once and then quickly looked away.

“Saruhiko.”

“W-what?”

“I’m glad you’re all right.” Anna placed a hand on Fushimi’s knee and he shifted uncomfortably. Her eyes seemed to be staring right through him. “Saruhiko’s Red is different now.”

“I’m not part of Homra anymore,” Fushimi said stiffly. Anna looked up at him with a small smile.

“But Saruhiko is still with Misaki.”

“I’m just doing what the Captain ordered me to do. That idiot came along all on his own.”

“Still….I’m glad Saruhiko is here.”

Fushimi didn’t answer and didn’t look at her.

“You should stay with Kusanagi-san and the others, Anna. I’m not your friend.”

“Mmm.” Anna nodded but didn’t move, leaning up against him. Fushimi sighed and placed one hand gently on top of her head.

“You can’t be serious, Kusanagi-san!” Yata stared up at Kusanagi in disbelief.

“I think it’s our only option, Yata-chan,” Kusanagi told him, taking another drag on his cigarette. “There’s still just the three of us. We can’t get into Mihashira alone. And we need somewhere we can hide Anna. We can’t keep her safe here forever.”

“But—but the Blues can’t be trusted!” Yata argued. “Those guys don’t care about Mikoto-san at all! They just want to use Anna to get inside the building.”

“They won’t use Anna unless she agrees to it,” Kusanagi said seriously. “But beyond that, our goals aren’t that different, Yata-chan. If Mikoto is anywhere in this city, it’s in that building. If Scepter 4 and the Blue King can find a way to get inside and find out what’s going on in there, not to mention find a way to save this city, then our best course of action may be joining forces.”

“I don’t like it,” Yata muttered angrily. “We shouldn’t have to work with those guys.”

“You’re pretty upset about Fushimi, huh?” Kusanagi said and Yata’s eyes widened.

“I-I am not!” he stated angrily.

“Well, I can’t say I blame him too much,” Kusanagi said thoughtfully, running a hand through his hair. “Left by himself like that, it probably seemed the best choice.”

“He didn’t do it because he was by himself,” Yata muttered, eyes downcast. “You didn’t hear him, Kusanagi-san. That bastard doesn’t even care about Mikoto-san anymore. All he cares about is himself.”

“Is that so?” Kusanagi was looking pointedly at him and Yata felt suddenly uncomfortable. “Anyway, leaving Fushimi aside for the moment, what other choice do we have?”

“We-we could…!” Yata looked up desperately at him and Kusanagi just shook his head, smiling fondly down at him.

“Sorry, Yata-can,” he said. “I don’t think we can do this ourselves.”

“….All right,” Yata said grudgingly. “For now, we’ll go with the stupid monkey. But just for now, right?”

“Just for now,” Kusanagi said. “Come on. Let’s get Anna-chan and get ready to leave.”

Kusanagi grabbed his cane and headed back into the other room. Yata hung back for a moment, face grim. Kamamoto approached him nervously.

“Yata-san….let’s just listen to Kusanagi-san for now, okay? He’s just trying to keep everyone safe.”

“I know that,” Yata muttered, kicking angrily at the floor. “I know that.” He nodded to himself, crossed his arms, and followed Kusanagi out the door with an angry huff.

Fushimi was still sitting on the couch when they returned. Anna was leaning against him on one side, asleep, and Neko was curled up still in cat form on the other. He looked slightly annoyed and profoundly uncomfortable, and upon seeing him Kusanagi couldn’t help but smile.

“It looks like we’ll be goin’ with you,” Kusanagi told him. Fushimi looked up at him suspiciously for a moment, then nodded.

“Can we go back to Shiro now?” Neko suddenly popped back into girl form with a wide yawn, leaning on Fushimi’s arm.

“Wha…?” Kusanagi’s cigarette fell from his mouth as he stared at the girl who had appeared out of nowhere. Anna stirred sleepily and looked up at Neko’s face, cocking her head curiously for a moment before reaching up and scratching her by her ears. Neko smiled and purred.

“So how do we get out of here, anyway?” Yata came slouching in behind Kusanagi, obviously unhappy. “There are zombies all over the place upstairs.”

“There’s a secret hallway around the back that leads into the house next door,” Kusanagi told him. “That’s how we’ve been getting out for supply runs. Well, it’ll be a bit of a gambit goin’ out there with this many people, but we’ll have to try.”

“She’ll handle that,” Fushimi said calmly, pointing to Neko as he pulled out his PDA. “I’ll inform the Captain we’re on our way.”

“Right, just like a good little blue soldier,” Yata muttered and Fushimi gave him a wide smile.

“That’s right, Misaki.”

“Don’t fight.” Anna hopped off the couch and pulled on Yata’s sleeve.

“I-I’m not fighting,” Yata mumbled. “And anyway, Saruhiko started it.”

“Well, well, let’s all just try and get along for now,” Kusanagi said. “Yata-chan, come help me get some supplies taken care of. We’ll leave as soon as it’s safe.”

—

“Sir.”

Munakata looked up from the scroll in his hands as Awashima peered into the room. His office in the secondary headquarters was fairly small and cramped, but there was no helping it. Their previous emergency headquarters was the one that had been designed from the start, intended even before the zombie outbreak to serve as a backup if the worst should happen and something were to destroy their proper office. Munakata had been the one to order the creation of the secondary headquarters himself, after they’d been forced to flee from Scepter 4’s original building. The secondary headquarters had been cobbled together once Fushimi had helped them pull up an old copy of the plans from when the city had first been built, and then furnished using whatever leftovers they could spare from the emergency shelter. They were down to only a handful of computers now, running on limited power, along with what supplies they could commission from the emergency refugee shelters scattered around the city.

“You may enter, Awashima-kun.”

Awashima nodded and moved to stand in front of him.

“I’ve just received communication from Fushimi-kun, sir. He’s found Kusanagi Izumo. Kushina Anna is with him.” Awashima couldn’t stop the small note of relief that crept into her voice when she said Kusanagi’s name.

“Excellent.” Munakata stared at the scroll in his hands again, smiling. “I believe I have decoded Miwa Ichigen’s last message. All we need is the information from Kushina Anna and we will at last be ready to begin.” He stood. “You may start the preparations, Awashima-kun. Once Fushimi-kun returns, our counteroffensive begins.”

#sarumi #Fushimi Saruhiko #Yata Misaki #k project #fic #I've been waiting all fic to make that joke #I couldn't resist okay

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