OI. HI. Okay, this is just a little middle part of a HOPEFULLY much larger piece I'm working on. This is a random snippet that is clumsy and messy and very conversation-orriented. So, mostly dialogue. Probably OOC, swearing, obnoxious!Chitose. PLEASEEEEE let me know what ya think, cuz if I don't get good feedback, I won't bother posting any more :3 As usual, please let me know if there are any errors.
I don't own K Project.

The HOMRA bar was full of the usual members, each chatting lively with one another. Mikoto sat on the couch with Anna, who was looking through a book, with Tatara on her other side, twisting the lens of his video camera. Izumo, of course, was behind the bar, pouring Chitose a drink, and Yata, Rikio, and Dewa sat near the window, talking about nothing in particular, while Bandou rolled his eyes at something Shouhei was saying. Fujishima sat against the bar fiddling with his jacket zipper. The redhead looked up and smiled as Eric came from the stairs. After taking his drink, Chitose noticed the newest member of HOMRA, and his eyes grew wide.

"Whaaaaaaat is all over your neck?!" he shouted with his finger pointed at Eric's throat. Everyone stopped their conversations and stared at Eric.

The blonde self-consciously rubbed at the back of his neck. "Nothing."

"Bullshit, it's nothing! The Playboy continued to shout, gawking at Eric.

"Those look like love bites, if you ask me," Tatara sing-songed as he came up in front of Eric with his camera. He zoomed the lens in and out on Eric's face.

Eric shoved it away. "Stop-it."

Fujishima couldn't stop the smirk from playing on his lips as Eric moved towards him and leaned on the bar, letting his arm rest against Fujishima's.

"You're getting laid, aren't you!" Chitose said, grinning and pointing at Eric again. "You're totally getting laid and don't you even try and deny it!"

Eric blushed and pulled his hood over his head. "I'm not—"

"I can't believe you're doin' someone. Who is it!"

"Jesus, Chitose, calm down," Bandou said from across the room. "Not like you're the one getting laid. Fucking relax."

"Whoa whoa," Chitose said, putting his hands up. "You've got no room to talk. It's not like you've ever even been laid, Bandou."

Bandou exchanged a quick glance with Shouhei, who bit his lip to hide his smile.

"Where have you even been to get some?" Chitose continued. "You're just always with…" he stopped and threw a quick look to Fujishima. "Oh my God!"

"Holy shit!" Dewa and Rikio chimed in at the same time, as Yata doubled over in laughter. Mikoto smirked and glanced at Anna who was still absorbed in her book.

"You guys are really doing that? Oh man!" Chitose yelled, a huge grin on his face.

"Is it really any of our business, fellas?" Izumo said, leaning across the bar.

"No. It's not," Eric stated. His face was of pure embarrassment. He threw a glare around the room before storming out of the bar.

"Look what you did, dumbass," Dewa said to Chitose, coming over and standing next to Fujishima.

Chitose wiped an invisible tear from his eye. "I'm sorry, but it's just so great. You guys are doing it!" he shook his head and patted Fujishima on the shoulder.

"I wouldn't say it's gone that far," Fujishima said, getting a bit annoyed with the seemingly sex-obsessed man. "I like him and stuff, though."

"Which is completely fine," Mikoto stated firmly. He looked around the room. "I hope that no one will have a problem with this."

"Maybe this will loosen Eric up a bit, eh?" Rikio said. "He's always so up tight. He's been here long enough to be comfortable with us."

"Woof woof!" Chitose barked, he shook his butt around and stuck his tongue out at Fujishima. "Looks like puppy-boy's got a new master, huh?"

The redhead flew at Chitose, grabbing him by his shirt collar and pushing him roughly against the bar. "Don't you dare say that. That's not what this is. He is not a dog. And I am not his master. None of us are. He's a human being and he deserves to be treated like one," Fujishima's aura flared up intensely as he yelled at Chitose. The others in the room tensed, feeling the atmosphere change in the room.

"Okay, man, okay. I'm sorry," Chitose said calmly, holding his hands up. "I didn't mean it in a bad way. I'm sorry."

Fujishima released the other man and backed away from him. Everything was quiet for a moment before Shouhei cleared his throat. "I'm uh, gunna go see if Eric's okay. Come on, San-Chan," he said as he grabbed his reluctant partner's arm and left the bar.

"I'm sorry," Fujishima said, running a hand over his face. "It's just. He doesn't want to be that anymore. He doesn't want anything to do with that life."

Chitose nodded. "I'm really sorry, man. I was just kidding. Cool?" he offered his fist to the other.

Fujishima nodded and touched his fist against Chitose's.

"For the record," Tatara said with a grin "I knew it all along. The moment you brought him here, I knew this was going to happen."

"What!" Yata shouted. "You liar! I told you the other day that I thought something was up and you didn't listen to me!"

The banter continued between them, and Chitose asked again if he and Fujishima were okay before he walked over to sit with Dewa.

"Oi," Mikoto said as he came up to Fujishima. "Your power feels different now, I bet."

Fujishima nodded. "I think it has since I first brought him here."

"It changes when you have someone to protect. It gets stronger," the Red King said. "Each time someone joins us, I feel that." He smiled at Fujishima before making his way up the stairs.

"Found him!" Shouhei shouted as he, Bandou, and Eric stepped through the door. Eric darted for Fujishima and leaned against the bar next to him.

Tatara popped up in front of them, and as usual, shoved the camera in their faces. "Now smile for me, lovebirds!"