A/N Well I have recently watched RESCUE and decided I needed to write a fanfiction on it because it is one of the best drama's I have seen. The writing part is exactly 5,000 words I was so proud of that! I am going to try and keep the fic to a few chapters long hopefully about 6 or 7.

Warnings: SPOILERS up to ep 8 (so if you haven't watched that far then I may spoil it) I am planning on some sexual content and some yaoi. I will warn you if the chapter contains some strong parts, other from that this one contains some violence. That's about it.

KitajimaXFudo pairing.

I Will Save You from Your Miserable Expression

Chapter 1

"Awww man today was so hard," Kitajima Daichi sighed stretching his arms out and leaning back into the chair. There had been a massive earthquake in central Yokohama meaning mass injuries which called for the SR; they had been working for over ten hours straight rescuing the victims caught under the debris. The bigger buildings were the toughest as they hadn't completely collapsed meaning the members had to be extra careful. Sadly not everyone made it, Kitajima knew now that sometimes there was just no chance of saving someone so more hard decisions had to me made, he had realised that his life was just as important as the one he was rescuing. He too had a family, maybe not one that he was always in direct contact with, but one that would grieve if he died. He already remembered what it was like for Igarashi's family when he tragically died in action; he knew the feeling and didn't want anyone to go through that pain. It had only been a month since that day but that kind of tragedy haunts you every day.

"I officially hate earthquakes," Tetsuka added leaning forwards resting his chin against the palms of his hands. He was so tired, all he wanted to do was sleep but he knew he had to take his mind off everything that happened today hence why he was sitting in the Fire Dragon with Kitajima and Fudo drinking a couple of beers.

Fudo sat quietly as usual taking a small sip from his mug, the day had been rough for him too but like he always he never showed the physical toll to anyone. He never liked showing his more sensitive side to anyone, it just wasn't him.

"I can't believe we have to go to work tomorrow as well, I'll end up falling asleep during the free time, I hope I don't pass out during a rescue…" Kitajima groaned running stressed fingers through his short hair scratching it fiercely. Tetsuka laughed quietly.

"I don't think that will happen, I know you when you're on duty it's like you've just been dosed up with a gallon of caffeine," Tetsuka smiled imagining his friend as meerkat that had just spotted danger. Daichi had always been one to get more than just an adrenaline rush when in these situations; he just couldn't stand and watch someone in danger as he himself knew exactly what that felt like.

"Yeah I guess so, what about you Fudo? You don't look tired at all, but then again you never really do, you're like some kind of robot," Kitajima joked he took a large swig of beer. Fudo looked up at him with a slight glare; it was already something that he actually turned up to hang round with his teammates after work though that didn't mean he had to input on their near drunk conversations. Truth was he secretly liked Kitajima, after the time he saved him from suffocating at the water plant the man showed him what true friendship was, something that Fudo had never fully experienced before. He never believed in having friends, he thought all they did was let you down and in the end they didn't really care but for him to risk his own life like that really proved something. He also had to admit that he sort of admired him, he had such a rescuers spirit, something which Fudo couldn't personally understand although he did feel pride in rescuing people he still couldn't comprehend that level of sheer will and determination.

"Quiet, as usual," Kitajima grinned; he was glad that Fudo hung around with him. From the first day he met him he felt some kind of connection with the guy despite the fact he was a giant prick. There was just something about him that made Daichi want to talk to and somehow get along with. He was right after all, Fudo wasn't as bad a guy as they all thought, sure he's still serious, rather anti-social and arrogant but in the end his heart was in the right place.

"Has anyone got the time? I left my watch in the office when I got changed," Tetsuka asked out loud, he had to get home at some point and call his mother who had been worried all day about the earthquake. It wasn't often that she got in touch with him but she always liked to make sure that he was ok especially after major disasters.

"It is half past twelve!"

Kitajima jumped in his seat at the voice from behind him, Chen stepped out from the side.

"Jeesh, will you not try and give me a heart attack!" Daichi complained, grasping hold of his shirt directly in front of his heart and taking shallow deep breaths. Forget dangerous rescue missions it will be Chen that kills him one of these days. It didn't help that he was tired either; the guy should have more respect! He and his friends are his regular customers and he's always doing weird things to them though Daichi did have to confess that sometimes it was funny.

"Sorry, it's just you're my only customers right now especially as we closed half an hour ago…" Chen admitted shrugging his shoulders; he didn't mind them being in later because he kind of associated them as friends. In addition being such a fan of the rescue service he had a deep respect for the boys and he knew that the job was harsh so the guys needed a place to relax afterwards.

"Oh, why didn't you tell us?" Tetsuka replied feeling a little embarrassed he looked around the room noticing that they were truly the only ones left. He obviously hadn't noticed them all leave.

"Nah, don't worry about it you guys can stay as long as you like, I heard the news today about what you did, you saved over one hundred people!" Chen exclaimed patting Kitajima on the shoulders, "the SR truly are the best of the best!"

Tetsuka beamed at the admiration, it always felt good to get praised for his job, he loved saving people. The fact that he was the one that saved those lives, lives that would have been lost, lives that could now go on to something great, all because of him, made him feel warm inside and have pride fully in his own life.

"Wait! I gotta get home!" Yutaka shouted standing up suddenly, the chair legs screeched against the floor he grabbed hold of his mug and drunk what was left before violently placing back on the table.

"Hey Yutaka mind giving me a ride home I probably won't make it to the train at this hour plus I'm a little tipsy, you only had one beer right?" Kitajima asked with a yawn, it wasn't like he lived that far away from him after all the used to work in the same fire department.

"Hai, ok then but hurry up, what about you Fudo wanna ride too?" Tetsuka asked, he didn't exactly want to leave one his friends out like this, whether or not Fudo accepted was a different matter. He had to ask.

"I guess…" Fudo replied nonchalantly; trust him not to answer properly. He didn't particularly like accepting offers from others; he always was a solo type kind of guy. Although he didn't particularly fancy walking home at this hour, exhausted and slightly tipsy, the only other option was to call his brother. That was never going to happen; he would never ask him for a favour.

"You sound very enthusiastic there Fudo, you know he could easily leave your ass here for you to walk home," Daichi teased poking Fudo in the shoulder with a rather cheesy grin; he was a little tipsy from the beers. Fudo brushed his finger off and frowned, "fine then, I will." He stood up pulling his coat off the back of his chair and slipping it on over his arm.

"Hey I was just joking Fudo, sit back down and finish your drink baka, of course he's going to take us both, Yutaka we'll be there in a minute," Kitajima said pulling the hem of Fudo's coat beckoning him to sit back down. Fudo shook his head and sat down ragging his coat out from the others grip; he wasn't such a fan of physical contact.

"I'll go start up the car," Yutaka announced bowing respectfully for Chen and picking up his coat as he walked over to the door.

"We'll be there in a few, just let us finish our drinks," Kitajima replied holding up the glass as Yutaka nodded and left the building. Even if the drinks were on the house Daichi still didn't want to waste them, Chen had gone to the effort so he may as well finish. Besides there is nothing more annoying than a half drunken drink. Daichi turned back round to his intense friend who was playing with the mug handle spinning the glass around.

"You know Fudo you need to learn to take a joke," Daichi spoke friendlily, it was so easy to offend the young man that it seemed ridiculous though he wasn't sure that Fudo even had a sense of humour, judging by his brother it was debatable that any of the Fudo's had a sense of humour.

"I don't have time for jokes," he replied solemnly looking down at the nearly empty glass in his hand. Fudo began to yawn and quickly covered his mouth with his hand; maybe he was more fatigued than he originally thought. Well he had been running in out of broken buildings all day moving rubble and carrying out the injured.

"Well what do you know looks like robot-Fudo is tired after all," Daichi laughed finishing his drink while Fudo simply continued to look unimpressed by the mocking attitude. He could never understand that level of amusement it seemed the only thing he found amusing was the look on other people's faces when he beat them at something.

"Ah come on, you need to cheer up it's been a hard day, maybe you should try smiling for a change," Kitajima carried on, he just couldn't give up on trying to get the guy to relax or smile. He was just impossible.

"Smiling is unnecessary," Fudo grimly stated once again standing up. There was no reason to smile so why would he? He never believed in smiling, it always felt like a lie anyway that people were just hiding their inner feelings.

"I can't believe you think that! You know what one day I will make you smile, I promise you that!" Kitajima declared thumping the mug on the table, even if he managed it just one time that would be enough. He hated Fudo looking so serious all the time, it was just so depressing. There must be something that can cheer him up or a joke that would make him laugh. Daichi frowned, he knew this would be a hard task, there was probably a higher percentage chance of him saving someone from the top floor of a twenty storey burning building from only the stairs than getting Fudo to smile. Fudo glazed a dark look at the other man, "can we just go?"

"I will save you from your miserable expression!" Daichi exclaimed, "Chen-san we'll be leaving now, see you tomorrow after shift maybe!" Kitajima saluted Chen with a bright smile; the chef copied his action before beginning to clean the tables.

"You know I cannot wait to get home to my lovely soft bed I feel like I could sleep for a week!" Kitajima proclaimed stretching his arms out and then reaching for the door handle. He waited to see if Fudo was going to say anything but of course he never, not that Daichi was actually expecting him to talk. Kitajima stepped out into the alleyway shortly followed by Fudo who let the door slam behind him. Daichi made his way up the steps, "I wonder where he parked…Fudo do you remember?" He turned round to look at the other ranger, Fudo stood still looking up towards Daichi, but not at him. Kitajima knitted his eyebrows in confusion before turning back around to come face to face with two masked figures wearing nothing but black and carrying baseball bats. Both stood at the top of the stairs tapping the hard end of the baseball bat into the palms of their hand in a threatening way.

"Shit," Kitajima breathed under his breath instantly waking up. His eyes locked onto the weapons in front of him and he wondered if there was any way he would be able to take these guys. Fudo glared at the figures in front of him, there was no way he was going to feel intimidated by a couple of idiots probably here to mug them. He wasn't the top of the SR training classes for nothing.

"What do you want?" Daichi asked bravely, he knew not to show any kind of weakness in these situations, he looked into the black mask that stood directly in front of him. He quickly determined that they were both men judging by their size and shape and judging by the items they were holding they were looking for a fight. Why did this have to happen after such an awful day?

Neither of the masked men answered they continued to stand blocking the way out.

"If you're looking for money, we haven't got any," Daichi said, a little frustrated, Yutaka was waiting for them and they were being held up by these Yakuzas.

"We don't want your money," one of them spoke, his voice was deep and heated. The man was clearly angry though what he and Fudo had done to piss them off was impossible for Kitajima to figure out.

"Well then let us through, we have a friend who is expecting us," Kitajima stated loudly he was trying to hide the increase in his heartbeat and the nervous bead of sweat that littered his forehead. He attempted to push past the men but they both blocked the path rigidly.

"Hey, move it! We don't need to deal with pathetic bastards like you," Fudo shouted stepping up the stairs to come face to face with one of the masked men. He hated confrontation but was not scared to stand up for himself, he could already tell these guys weren't going to go anywhere by their own will. One of the masked figures the one that was clearly the leader handed his bat to the other.

"You've got a bit of a mouth on ya for a Super Ranger," the man growled grasping hold of Fudo's collar and shoving him against the wall. Fudo's dark expression did not falter as he continued to scowl at the figure pinning him down. Daichi raised an intrigued eyebrow, they knew they were SR?

"And you've got some guts to pick on someone like me," Fudo deeply spoke; he showed little emotion in his voice except for the menacing attitude. He wasn't in the mood for using violence but if he was pushed any further it was definitely an option.

"Is that so? You arrogant asshole," the man shoved him further against the wall pressing his knuckles into Fudo's collar bone. Fudo narrowed his eyes further and drew his fingers into his palms, he didn't work hard all day saving people's lives just to be pushed around and insulted like this.

"Hey get your hands off him!" Daichi yelled grasping hold of the man's shoulders and pulling him back, the man's grip on Fudo loosened before he quickly retaliated and elbowed Kitajima heavily in the face. Daichi fell backwards and lost his footing and fell down the few steps crashing into the wall below.

"Kitajima!" Fudo called out grasping hold of the man's wrists and twisting them off him before kneeing the man in the crotch. The masked figure let go and doubled over, Fudo used the opportunity to kick him in the stomach which pushed him straight into the other guy. Fudo watched to make sure they were down before turning back round to Kitajima who was rubbing the back of his head. Fudo raced down the stairs before stopping directly in front of his teammate.

"Kitajima are you alright?" Fudo asked seriously in his usual stern manner. He may have been able to hide his feelings on the outside but he did indeed feel some worry for his now so called friend. Daichi pulled himself up using the wall as support; he hit his head against the wall pretty hard, luckily not hard enough to cause a wound.

"I think s-ouch!" Daichi hissed.

"What?" Fudo questioned looking intensely at the other man trying to notice any injuries but being able to find any.

"My ankle, I must have twisted it when I fell down the stairs, dammit!" Kitajima gasped looking down at his right ankle and rubbing it with his hand, he didn't think it was broken but it sure hurt. This would probably mean he would be off work for a couple of days; he hated that idea, someone who he could have saved my die during that time. Daichi looked back up at Fudo to notice the impending shadowed figure behind him.

"Fudo!" Kitajima yelled pointing behind him, Fudo turned round as the man swung his bat at him. Instinctively Fudo raised his arm to protect his face knowing that was the only thing he could do to shield himself, the hard metal of the aluminium bat smashed into his wrist as they both collided. Fudo literally felt the bone being crushed as the weight pummelled against his wrist, he bit his lip to stop him from making a sound as the pain shot through his arm. After the swing the bat was retreated back, but only momentarily before he swung again, once again Fudo had no choice but to use his arm to protect himself. Metal struck skin and bone again hitting near to the same spot, Fudo winced at the sound and fell back against the wall he was forced against. He recoiled his arm towards himself unable to see the damage that was done because of his long sleeved coat; there was no doubt about it that it was surely broken. Fudo turned his attention back to the Yakuza noticing the target of the bat had changed.

"Kitajima, move!" Fudo growled pushing Daichi out of the way of the baseball bat, Fudo ducked as the bat hurtled forwards so this time it came in contact with the brick wall behind. The bat bounced out of the grip of the figure. The other masked figure made his way down the stairs holding his bat at the ready. Fudo looked back towards the now unarmed gangster as a fist headed towards his face, he didn't notice the sharp silver glint until it made contact with his cheek. The small knife sliced into Fudo's skin, he raised his hand towards the cut feeling the blood drip down his fingers. Daichi's eyes were fixated on Fudo as once again he was shoved against the wall, his shoulder made brutal contact and he fell to his knees. Kitajima's mouth was agape, eyes wide, watching Fudo grimacing in pain. He felt hopeless, why did this have to happen to them?

"Kitajima look out! You baka!" Fudo yelled noticing the other man swinging at Daichi; he wished the other man would take into account his own life too instead of staring at Fudo like a complete fool. Kitajima blinked moving out of the bats way only to watch as the other figure wrap a powerful arm around Fudo's waist and press a distinctive smelling piece of cloth over his nose and mouth.

"FUDO!" Daichi shouted fretfully feeling exhausted, watching Fudo lose consciousness in the man's arm, the usually unstoppable Fudo was down.

"No…" Daichi exhaled before feeling something hard hit him in the back of the head, his vision darkened and the last thing he saw was Fudo being thrown over the masked figures shoulder.

Tetsuka tapped his steering wheel, Daichi and Fudo were supposed to be here by now, it doesn't take that long to finish a couple of beers. Why were they taking so long when they both clearly new that he had to get home. He sighed, maybe they both ended up ordering another drink and got drunk…Yutaka slapped himself on the forehead, ok maybe Daichi would do that but Fudo surely wouldn't, it would be amazing to know if he could even get drunk. Maybe Daichi got drunk and Fudo left to walk by himself? Yutaka slumped his head against the car seat, maybe he should go find out where they are. He glanced at his watch: 12:50am, he had work in six hours, it would take at least an hour to drop Fudo and Daichi off before he could drive home and get into his own bed. He was exhausted and if he didn't start driving soon he surely would fall asleep at the wheel.

Yutaka sighed again looks like he was going to have to wait to get home; he swore if they both were still in there he was going to punch them. Tetsuka unlocked his car door and stepped out, shutting the door behind him he made his way towards the road from the car park to the café. The night was dark and quiet, no one was out at this time of the day, they were all asleep in their comfortable beds. He stepped out onto the road just as a black van with a white line across the side pulled round the corner and hurtled towards Yutaka clearly not noticing him. Tetsuka jumped back just as the van skimmed past him with a screech and carried on down the road until it was quickly out of sight.

"Drunk bastards…" he mumbled to himself once again stepping forwards to cross the road. He lowered his right foot and heard a small crumbling sound. He looked towards the floor noticing he had stepped on a piece of paper; lifting up his foot he peeled the paper off his sole. A word caught his eye; he furrowed his eyebrows as he smoothed out the sheet between his fingers.

I hate SR

The note simply stated, next to it was an ink smudge of a fingerprint.

Yutaka frowned why would someone write this? He looked back up at the open road, maybe someone dropped this, he couldn't get over the feeling that someone had dropped this on purpose but still there was no guarantee that he would step on it. Shaking the thought off realising he was wasting valuable sleeping time he shoved the note into his pocket without a second thought and crossed over the road (checking to make sure there was no other stupid speeding idiots planning on running him over).

The SR made his way down the steps to Fire Dragon, and opened the door.

"Seriously I have been waiting for twenty minutes guys…" He started looking across into the empty room, realising he was talking to no one. The table they had been sitting at was cleared and had been wiped meaning that they must have left at least a few minutes ago.

"Can't you read the sign? We're clos-" Chen walked into the dining area, a plate in one hand and towel in the other, "oh, Yutaka-kun what you doing back here? I thought you were already gone," Chen said wiping down the plate with the cloth.

"I did go, but I came back thinking Daichi and Fudo were still here," Tetsuka answered scanning the whole room making sure that however absurd it sounded they weren't playing a prank on him. Realising that they definitely weren't there he frowned.

"Nah, they left about seven minutes ago, Daichi-kun was annoying Fudo-kun, nothing new there so they didn't meet with you?" Chen asked flicking the dish cloth in the air ridding it of some of the water. Yutaka stuck his hands in his pockets lowering his eyebrows in confusion. If they weren't here then where could they possibly be? This wasn't even funny; Yutaka could feel the stress levels rising, why does he have to sort out this problem?

"No, they didn't…" Tetsuka grumbled though he was finding it hard not to worry about both his friends. He knew they could look after themselves after all they were SR members, only the elite made it to this rank. But it was still late, they were still very worn out from work, he couldn't imagine them doing anything reckless right now.

"Maybe they forgot and decided to walk, it looked as though they were both deep in conversation," the Chinese man thought shrugging his shoulders. They definitely weren't in the café he would know if they were and they weren't drunk either. The only possible explanation is they decided to walk instead.

"Deep in conversation? Fudo…talking?" Yutaka raised an eyebrow, the most you usually get out of Fudo in conversational terms is either: shut up, or: it has nothing to do with you. That's about as far as talking gets with him.

"Well it was more Daichi-kun talking at Fudo-kun who was just glaring," Chen laughed he always wondered how Kitajima or anyone managed to get along with Fudo; the guy was just so anti-social and had a strange dislike for nearly everything. Still he knew Fudo wasn't really a bad guy just a very rough exterior.

"Yeah that sounds more like Fudo," Yutaka laughed.

"You should stop worrying so much they're both probably fine, if you're so worried why don't you call them?" Chen suggested heading back into the kitchen finishing off the dishes so he could lock up for the night, the SR boys had kept him up for a lot longer than usual.

"Yeah, I'll do that," Yutaka nodded before slipping his phone out of his jean pocket. He scrolled down to Daichi's number (he didn't have Fudo's, but then no one had Fudo's number) and pressed dial. He held the phone up to his ear and waited for it to ring…the phone rang out multiple times…no answer. He swore under his breath, "Why won't you pick up the phone you idiot?" Deciding that whatever he was doing he was not going to answer any time soon the SR decided he would text the guy instead.

Hi, Yutaka here, why won't you pick up your phone? Doko no iru no? Are you and Fudo okay? Text me back as soon as you get this, I'm worried.

Tetsuka sent the message before flipping his screen back down and returning his phone to his pocket. There wasn't much else he could do right now except go home and wait for a reply or confront him tomorrow morning at work. He hoped his friend would reply before then, telling him that he was doing something ridiculous like he fought with Fudo or something and was too embarrassed to see him with a bloody nose. Yeah, Yutaka hoped it was something like that. Taking a long drawn out breath Tetsuka said goodbye to Chen and trekked back to his car.

"Finally all these dishes are clean, I have got to stop giving these SR free meals they make so much mess and leave me here to clean it up hours after they leave…" Chen heaved, his mind wandered into thought, he too was more than a little worried about the two young men. He shook the thought off; they would be fine those boys can most certainly handle themselves. They put themselves in danger everyday so what makes today any different? Laying the final dish in the stand Chen chucked the wet dish cloth onto the work surface to dry. He scratched the back of his head, "why am I worrying about these things, they're only my customers…" he told himself. He knew in reality they were more than just his customers, they were nearly friends in his eyes, after all they always came here to eat and drink rather than anyone else. Maybe it was because of the freebees he gives them but even so he would imagine that they would come anyway. Chen made his way back into the dining area, he had to lock the store before he went home, Rinrin had already left hours before as her shift was over, she believed that her beloved SR weren't going to turn up little did she know they did, just later than usual.

Chen swung open the café entrance and stepped outside nearly stepping on the sharp objects that was left on the ground. The chef narrowed his eyes.

"Now why would someone leave something so dangerous out here, it will give off the wrong message," he complained to himself picking up the blade noticing the smear of blood that coated the end. He growled under his breath, someone was picking violence outside his café, which indeed did annoy him. Shaking his head in annoyance he trotted back into Fire Dragon where he dumped the bloodied knife in the bin. He didn't want it left outside, for one it would give out the wrong message, plus it's a health hazard, it would be horrible if one of his customers stepped on it. He would surely get sued or he would be forever in embarrassed if one of the SR cut themselves on it, he would never hear the end of it! He tutted in disapproval hoping that something like that wouldn't be found again anywhere near his café. Chen once again headed outside and locked up his restraint for tomorrow morning, he would have to open later because there was no way he was going to get up at eight in the morning. He hated those annoying SR.

A/N Well I hope whoever I actually get to read this enjoyed it :D