What do you mean I haven't updated this story since 2014? ;A;

If there are still some readers out there, I am so sorry. When life gets in the way, it's just too complicated. I know I can't apologize enough, although I hope you can forgive me.

But as they say, "better late than never!", right? Right?

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Without further ado, here you have the chapter!

I hope you like it! :)

Disclaimer: I don't own the K Project characters. If I did, more seasons would have come out already.

After spending all their lunch plus another hour trying to explain to Misaki the plan he had devised, it was almost time to put it into motion. He really hoped Misaki had understood it this time, having Fushimi to explain it ten times differently even draw it out so Misaki perceived every detail, but right now he just hoped he understood the basics of it. He was growing tired and frustrated with the ginger and his brain (or lack of) although he knew he needed to stay with his head clean since he was the one leading the action, plus the hot headed redhead was already enough problem when we got mad, shouting and yelling at people waaaay taller than him that he "would beat the fuck out of them, you just wait!", for Fushimi to handle, let alone his own dark emotions flurrying underneath his skin.

Misaki and him were calmly walking side by side, no one saying anything to each other. It was a particularly warm day in June however Fushimi's blood felt like it was boiling hot on his veins. Every time he would think about what they were about to do, he felt a smirk tug at his lips, a maniacal laugher trying to escape. How much he desired revenge, he could almost breathe it, his senses tingling with anticipation.

"Say, Saru. I still don't get something…"

Oh, Lord have mercy on him! Saruhiko wanted to rip his hair in frustration, shake the ginger and scream at him. He suppressed his emotions (after all Misaki was needed so the plan could work) and clicked his tongue instead.

"What is it now, Misaki? Do you wanna make it an eleventh attempt by having me saying everything all over again? Although, I shouldn't be surprised. You're always breaking records when it comes to your single-cell brain.", Fushimi remarked, stopping in his tracks, arms crossed against his chest, looking at Misaki.

"I could say the same thing to you! You should run for the "World's Biggest Asshole" prize, I bet you would win that without even trying!", Misaki protested back, earning a click of a tongue. "Anyway, if we are going to do what we are going to do… Shouldn't we… Yknow… Cover our faces up with a mask or something?"

Fushimi stared at Yata bewildered. Is he serious?!

"Misaki…", Fushimi started, regaining his annoyed composure back, but talking slowly as if he was talking to the most retard person alive, "We are going to the gym's locker rooms. Not robbing a bank."

"But people will see us and know who we are!", Misaki replied, anxiety making his fists tremble slightly.

"Oh, so two guys walking in with masks on their faces attracting all kinds of attention is going to get us kicked out but, hey, at least we have our faces covered! They'll never recognize us!", Fushimi mocked, Yata making an angry scowl at him. "Just act normal, or at least, try to.", Fushimi said and proceeded to walk again to the entrance of the gym.

"Ok, so that's a no. But what's with the gym bags?", Misaki pointed out, holding his gym bag bent above his right shoulder.

"We are trying to bend in, Misaki. It would look suspicious if we just walked in, head for the locker rooms with nothing indicating that we would change to have PE since that's what you usually do there. If you entered there with no gym bag, the janitor or the teachers would probably think you were going to get high while sitting on one of the toilet's seat and threw us out or caught us in the act."

"O-oh. R-right.", Misaki nodded, a small blush creeping on his face.

They finally reached the gym's entrance. Groups of boys and girls kept coming in and out, chatting among themselves, not even noticing both boys presence.

Fushimi turned to Yata, who was biting his lower lip, looking at his feet and signed, shaking his head a little. He could see Misaki was nowhere near comfortable with this.

"We can still quit, Misaki. We haven't gotten through the main door yet so we can turn around and go back, pretending this never happe-", Fushimi claimed but got suddenly interrupted by Misaki.

"No-o! What are you talking about?! Quit?! I don't quit! Ever!", Misaki bursted out, surprising Fushimi with his change of heart. For a moment, he really believed Misaki would agree with him to call it a day and forget what they were about to do however, there he was, left hand bailed into a fist, more convinced than ever.

"Alright, then. Let's go."

The gym was fully packed. Every area was being used like the basketball pitch and the rock climbing wall. The air carried the smell of everyone's sweat combined together with hormones in what it was not a very pleasing cologne.

Arriving at the male's locker rooms, they peeked inside to see if anyone was there and after carefully making sure no one was nearby, they launched themselves at specific lockers, folding the safety number in, opening them and taking all the contents out in their gym bags. Since Saruhiko had hacked into the main system, not only did he saw the schedule of the seniors but moreover their gym lockers with the respective safety codes. If only they know how a piece of cake it had been.

"Saru, I'm done with this one. Hurry up!", Misaki whispered, snapping Saruhiko of his thoughts.

He still had one more locker to deal with, this one being close to the showering room, and Saruhiko worked his way to put the code. After a clinking sound, the locker door opened and Saruhiko dropped its content into his gym bag, lowering himself to zip it close when all of a sudden the shower room door opened and the three seniors stepped out, towels wrapping their lower body.

"I'm telling you! She totally wanted to bang m- WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?!", the seniors looked at their opened lockers and then back at them, their faces turning into those of Pitbull's, ready to unleash their attack, foam coming out of their mouth.

"RUN, SARUHIKO! RUN!", Yata yelled.

So, there you have it. It's 5 am but I feel happy. ^^

I don't think I have the right to ask you for a review, especially after so long however you guys deserve a chapter! :)

Thank you so much for sticking by and still waiting for an upload, sometimes even writing reviews after this story being so long on hiatus. You guys deserve the world! :*