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Illness is the real cause. Recommended reading.

Fic [K-Project] : One Day In Rainy Day. 

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Fic [K-Project] : Midnight Message  

But if you're lazy, you don't have to.

The series is dragging on for a long time. Really, I just want to write Saru's side and play on the previous story with Saru's fall into the air and Doki Doki <3

Septor Four's daily work can be considered heavy and difficult. True, when there is no special event such as a supernatural phenomenon that indicates anything unusual. They just look like unemployed people. If asked how much free time is available? I would say that I have enough free time to take on additional part-time jobs easily.

On the contrary, if there are supernatural phenomena and the Metropolitan Police transfers those cases to the hands of Scepter Four. Every job is no different from a flash flood.

Big salary In exchange for a lot of work It's a normal thing that you should get used to. But I couldn't help but complain.

Fushimi Saruhiko threw the blue Scepter Four uniform coat somewhere in the room. Hacking into various systems To follow up on cases under the responsibility of the special unit It is true that work has already been distributed to people in the responsible unit. But it was inevitable that the head of the special unit like him would have to accept the matter anyway.

If you want the work to be completed faster It takes the skill of a tracking expert like him.

It only took Fushimi a moment to casually go about her business in the bathroom. Change out of your clunky uniform into simple pajamas. Things like long pants and a t-shirt. Work matters at this moment are not a concern. Worried about his lack of sleep would be more appropriate.

The tall man opened his mouth and yawned. Looking at the clock, it struck 10:30 p.m. It seems like it's a bit too early for someone close to two years of age. But if compared to the lack of sleep for almost two days ago. If he were to sleep now, it wouldn't be considered ugly. It is considered too late.

Dark blue eyes stared at

PDA 

His mind was filled with thoughts and he wanted to turn off the machine and run away so he could end the story. No need to sit in fear and wake up late at night to an urgent call to go to work. But in actual practice, he couldn't do it. Mainly because he was too lazy to listen to the complaints of the female lieutenant who was second in power to the Blue King, Munakata Reishi, rather than having a workaholic personality.

At least I'd like to get more than five hours of sleep.

Handily, I pressed mute on everything. Except for the sound when there is an incoming call. before throwing it up to the shelf next to the headboard With a black frame eyeglass holder. Lay down on the bed His dark blue eyes closed behind his eyelids, blocking out all his senses. and put yourself into a deep slumber

“What is this…” Fushimi frowned. muttered to himself after the morning sun peeked over the horizon. He carefully scrolled through the message that came from the mail at midnight one more time and repeated the sender's name several more times.

“Ah, yum!” The tall young man suddenly got up from the bed and quickly took care of his own business. as fast as possible Before walking out of the room He made a sound of displeasure when his co-workers in the office asked about his destination.

“I'll be back in time for shift,” Fushimi said curtly as soon as he passed Awashima. Seri, the owner of the dark blue hair, took quick steps. Leaving the main office of Scepter Four with just one email.

Sent yesterday at 12:34 AM.

Not feeling well, looks heavy enough Stop by and bring me breakfast.

Yata Misaki

Restless

anxious

worry

Everything came rushing in just a split second after reading that email. He complained in his heart the entire distance to Connivian and thought that he should stop at a drug store before reaching the rented room of the owner of the mail. Fushimi cursed softly to himself. again, countless times It was one of the few times in his life that he thought he'd missed it.

Made the mistake of not turning on the sound.

I made the mistake of just sleeping. My nerves were not fast enough to get up and read the mail.

miss…

Missed everything

I even made the mistake of neglecting Yata Misaki until she felt sick like this!!

“Why hasn't it been opened yet?” Fushimi Saruhiko frowned, her slender finger pressing repeatedly on the doorbell. and increasing the speed more and more When the room owner still hasn't appeared His lips murmured and he couldn't understand the words. His left hand held a Connievian bag containing breakfast and medicine that he had just stopped by before arriving at his destination.

Is it good to break in?

Fushimi asked himself in his mind. For a moment, he stopped his hand from ringing the bell and grabbed the sword he had brought with him. It was also fortunate for the room owner that the visitor was able to restrain himself in time. Take a deep breath. Then press the bell again and again. This time Fushimi vowed silently to himself. that in no more than five minutes if the other party doesn't open It must be time to really break down the room door.

And it was good luck again for Yatagarasu. There is no need to pay for room door repairs. When he opened the door to welcome the guests, he didn't invite them in time. The little man opened his mouth and yawned with the condition of his clothes and the expression of the person who had just gotten out of bed. His hair was a dull orange, damp from a fever. The hard amber eyes visibly softened.

“Sorry, I fell asleep a bit.” His voice was hoarse and drowsy. I still forget to fully wake up. The little person didn't even look at who the person in front of him was.

It was clear that Yata Misaki was really sick, otherwise he would have kicked him out as soon as he saw him.

Although if we were together I would never let you get sick in this state…

The tall man blamed himself over and over in his mind. With that said, the sun-bleached hand that normally held the sword lifted it up and touched the other person's cheek gently and gently. "You're hot, Misaki," came a calm voice but laced with concern, no different from four years ago. It made the listener startled.

“Wait, how did you end up here?” Fushimi heard Yata say in a stammering voice. In addition, he appeared clearly shocked.

Before I look, you idiot.

Then, suddenly, he suddenly thrust a bag into his hand and stuffed it into his hand. with a dissatisfied sound in the tall man's throat Followed by a curt voice who complained for a long time “Misaki is really annoying. Aren't you the one who sent me a message? Huh, if you're sick you should call. Not sending a message

Who is going to see me like this?”

“I sent you an email?” Yata held the bag containing packed lunches and medicine in his hand. Once again, their eyes locked with each other. That made Fushimi frown deeply. I couldn't help but complain.

“Yes, and it was during my deep sleep. Who will see this? Otherwise, it's already been here since last night!!”

He slipped out of his mouth because he was too worried.

The tall man chose to remain silent and the little man seemed to remain silent as well, not saying anything further. The two sides were silent for a moment. But I have to admit that as soon as I read the problematic email It made his mind not at all calm. In my head, I'm worried about my little body, worried, afraid, worried about everything.

For the first time, Fushimi regretted burning the tattoo on his left collarbone. The same position as the person in front of you because if he doesn't do that By this time, the person in front of him might not be sick and there was no way he could survive in such dire conditions.

“Thank you,” Homura's vanguard suddenly said in a soft voice. Fushimi was slightly startled when she heard the other person break the silence first. Plus it was a word he hadn't touched in years. He couldn't help but click his tongue and turned around to cover up all his emotions.

shaken

My heart is beating.

Even though I'm not really fifteen anymore.

“There is more medicine in there. Eat quickly and go back to bed. If it doesn't get better, then you can call your friends to take you to the doctor.” The tall, bespectacled young man said quickly. in a curt voice It's like he's even annoyed. This is completely opposite to the behavior of being willing to bend over to buy food and medicine for a former close friend.

“Uh huh.”

“How annoying. I have work to do. There's not that much free time."

“Saruhiko” isn't the angry call that comes every time we meet face-to-face. He didn't know what the other person's face was like when he said that name in a different tone than usual.

“What?” He didn't even turn around. But he froze even as he gently called the other person's name.

"thank"

"You already said that, Misaki."

“Sorry.” His dark blue eyes turned to look through his glasses to see a thin figure standing and hugging the breakfast bag he had brought. Fushimi made another displeased noise. Before walking quickly Come push the other person into the room.

“Hurry up and eat, then go to sleep. When you wake up, go see a doctor.” The hand holding the sword touched the side of his cheek and down the nape of his neck, just like in the old days when they were still in high school. Before leaving, lock and close the room door.

A tall young man with a colored face. After walking quickly for a while, he stopped and leaned against the wall of that shophouse. Reaching out, he gripped firmly the burn on his collarbone. This time it wasn't pain that had to be relieved by violently scratching the wound like he had done before. But it's a strange symptom. That comes back around again.

Saying that makes you sound insane. But once again, Fushimi felt a sensation similar to falling into the air. As for the symptoms, they are not much different from what I felt when I was in high school. This symptom recurred as soon as the other person said thank you with that expression on their face.

“It's really just Misaki…”

Just fell into the air for a moment.

Stupid excuse. Something that even high school students know is impossible. But if he didn't claim it like that, it would be difficult for him to find an excuse for himself. Or would he really have to admit that the symptoms of falling into the air were not real? It's just a sudden heart complication.

He should probably stop by and see a doctor for a checkup. Maybe he caught the flu. To feel the same symptoms again!!