Hibisha: Well then I don't own K project or any of it's awesome characters. Wish I did but then i sprout crap like this so I think it's best if I don't. Anyways, Post-ROK and "the talk".

Chapter 01: Wishes I Made

"I'm sorry, what did you just say?" Misaki Yata stared at his boss in surprise. Sakurai Matsuko, the owner of a local family restaurant, gave him a grim smile.

"I'm sorry Yata-san but the current economical conditions have made me cut back on a lot of expenses and I had to let quite a few employees go." Misaki nodded numbly, muting out the rest of the man's explanations in order to do some quick mental math. In all honesty, he should have seen this coming months ago. The destruction of the Slates had actually made a huge blow to the Japanese economy and a lot of people were suffering because of it.

His rent was due in two weeks and with this job gone, he had approximately...three days so as to find a new one or he'd have to find a new apartment.

His landlord was a nice man but he had once been swindled out of a lot of money so he had not been kind in that department.

He also couldn't bend his pride and ask his friends for financial help- not that it had anything to do with his pride. The reasons were leaning more towards the whole 'they were more broke than he was.'

Except of course one friend.

But Misaki decided he rather sell his organs than ask Fushimi Saruhiko for help. No, he liked not being mocked every waking second of his life - and non waking, that bastard probably could appear in his dreams - actually did in fact appear quite frequently, in highly improbable situations which left the young skater have to deal with a very very cold shower in the morning.

His life was a fucking joke.

Lugging his body in the direction of his next part time, he wondered where he could sell his kidney. He had two and people could definitely live on just one right?

Yup, he could definitely survive on just one.

"Ne Misaki, if you sink any lower, you'll disappear. You're already short enough so stop slouching, Mi-sa-ki."

Actually, scratch that. He should just sell both his kidneys and die.

"Saru shut up." The younger raised his eyebrow slightly, clicking his tongue and Misaki once again wondered what God had created the man before him because it sure wasn't the same one who had created the rest of humanity because how on earth was that guy so unearthly beautiful?

His other explanation was that Saruhiko was actually an alien come to take over the world with his pretty blue eyes and somehow got cut off from the rest of his planet or something and thus was always in such a sour mood.

But that was a bit far fetched so he kept it to himself.

Also, he didn't want to suddenly wake up in an alien ship, strapped to a dissection table because he had 'figured out the master plan.' Plus the idea of a whole planet filled with Fushimi's was a little nerve wrecking and terrifying. Sort of like his worst nightmare come to life...or quite possibly his wildest dream - okay no brain, stop that trail of thought.

Also, Saruhiko was now looking at him strangely, seemingly quite worried so he should probably respond.

Problem was, he had missed what the other had said.

"Bagels." Ah yes-the answer that solves everything.

Smooth move Yatagarasu.

Maybe he was the alien.

"You think bagels are the reason there's a so many Scepter 4 personals around?" It was quite possible Saruhiko was planning on calling Kusanagi-san to ask him if Misaki had hit head on something. Hard.

Oh crap. He needed to diffuse the situation now!

"NO! I WAS WONDERING HOW MUCH BOTH MY KIDNEYS COULD SELL FOR!"

Open mouth, insert foot. Trip and fall and die.

Thank you universe.

"Misaki are you feeling alright?" Saruhiko tried to keep his voice flat and emotionless but Misaki could detect the tell-a-tale signs of worry laced into it. Misaki's shoulders drooped down in defeat. Well might as well come clean now otherwise the overthinking idiot was going to blow everything out of proportion.

"I just got fired." he mumbled. The other's face went from confusion to understanding in seconds.

"Ah-I see." The redhead couldn't help but shoot the blue clansman a glare who smirked at him slightly.

Don't look down on me you fucking bureaucrat. Not all of us steal money from society to get our pockets full.

Suddenly, the blue's PDA rang out. One glance at it and the man clicked his tongue in annoyance. Stuffing it into his pocket, he glared at the sky before turning his cold eyes in his direction.

"Well Misaki, I would like it if you'd go home for the day. There's a strain situation – a beta level strain that's been causing a lot of riots." That got his attention.

"This is HOMRA territory." He frowned, wondering why Kusanagi-san hadn't asked him to deal with the situation already. The taller male sighed.

"Yes Misaki, 100 points." he muttered in a tone that Misaki had often seen associated with young parents trying to talk to their stubborn toddler, "But as I said before, the Blue clan was hired by Kusanagi-san for the purpose of catching this strain. It's a wishing strain and seeing as the Red clan is filled with impulsive youths with no thoughts about consequences, it's best if you leave it to us."

Oh yes, because Fushimi Saruhiko was the fucking poster boy for level headed decisions and not acting in an impulsive manner.

Never a bad decision in his life.

Like say burning himself to prove a point.

What was Kusanagi-san thinking?

"You blues can go home, let me deal with it." He snapped at his former best friend turned enemy turned - something he couldn't exactly put a finger to.

Ever since the destruction of the slates, Saruhiko and he had talked out their differences. There had been more of crying and yelling and screaming and punching than actual talking if Misaki was completely honest but they had done it and after four years, Misaki could finally call Saru his best friend again.

More or less.

Except now they were both dancing around each other, standing at the edge of...something – Misaki just had no clue what it was. Or rather, he knew exactly what was causing the tense atmosphere and heavy awkward silences but he had no way to solve it.

"Didn't you hear a word of what I said?" Saruhiko sounded exasperated, "Look, just go home, we've closed off this area to civilians...which includes you by the way. The stupid strain is granting wishes left and right and you only need to say the words 'I wish' for her to grant it...tch - what a useless person." Misaki glared at him once again.

"I am not-"

"Misaki, I'm not giving you a choice." The other's voice had taken on a much harsher and threatening tone, "You will stand down and leave or I'm calling Kusanagi-san and am having your King personally escort you home."

The thought of a young girl walking him home while telling him off made him curse out loudly.

"Fine you asshole." He snapped, "You know, sometimes, I wish I'd never met you." Saruhiko's eyes widened comically, mouth agape before a look of pure panic crossed his features.

"Misaki, you absolute idiot! I just told you not to make wishes!" He screamed, and Misaki took a step back confused before everything went black.

He was floating.

A blank canvas of white surrounded him as he floated in and out of consciousness.

Where...where am I?

Hello there, Yata Misaki.

Misaki whirled around just to see a pale woman standing there nude, with long albino hair and pale blue eyes. Hazel eyes widened as a blush crept up onto his face.

"Who-who are you?" He muttered, looking away from her, eyes fixing on a point a little above her shoulder, trying to avoid looking at her completely. She smiled.

I am...Wish.

"Wish?" His eyes narrowed and found hers, "You're that Strain that's been causing problems aren't you?" She ignored him and stared into his hazel orbs, a serious look reflected in her own.

Misaki must remember. She whispered, slowly beginning to fade away. Misaki must remember and then not lie. Tell the truth...only then will I return Misaki's precious thing.

"Wait! What do you mean my precious...my what..." Misaki started just in time to see the woman completely disappear only to be replaced by another figure walking away.

Walking away.

His arm raised itself involuntarily.

How many times had he seen that back?

Congratulations Yata Misaki...your wish has been granted.

"SARUHIKO!"

20 year old Yata Misaki sat up in his bed, gasping profusely. Sweat trickled down his face and his clothes clung to his back, completely drenched. He ran a hand through his auburn hair, his eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness around him.

"What the fuck was that all about?"

A small frown made its way on his face.

"Saruhiko...who?"

I'll get this finished up during Sarumi Fest only. I hope you guys liked it. Drop a review!