M!A: Yata in Munakata's body
Well.. Now this was a weird sight. If anything it just kind of ticked Yata off to see Fushimi so easily bow to this guy. He’d never seen this side of him around Mikoto-san. If anything he just treated Mikoto like one of the guys, and paid him no mind. If anything he never gave the red king any proper respect, and yet with the blue king.. Treated him like a real king. He couldn’t help himself. He couldn’t stop himself from being pissed off.
Coming out from behind the desk he settled himself in front of the blue, before yanking on his shoulder to make him stand up straight again. Yata knew it would be out of character for Munakata, knew it would be suspicious to do something so physical.. but he’d momentarily lost his mind to his anger. As he was prone to doing in his normal body. “Why do I get the feeling that you are being dishonest?” Realizing his mistake he quickly let go of the other’s uniform.
”Fushimi. Should I make Awashima follow you around your patrols or would you prefer reassignment?” He was going back to plan a. Testing the other’s limits. He could restrain his annoyance until he’d seen what he wanted. He had to know. The curiosity was killing him. “I have been kind to you, a former member of their organization but it will end here. I cannot permit you to continue playing these games of yours, as much as you wish to. Your work is going unattended. That will be changed. As far as I’m concerned you no longer know of Misaki Yata.”
He crossed back over to the blue king’s desk and sat down in his chair with a sigh. Probably not too dignified of him. He felt achy. Couldn’t stand keeping up this stupid charade. If anything he wasn’t getting what he wanted to see. Yata was getting the other sucking up to his ‘new king’ rather than being himself. He was only seeing a liar. It bothered him more than it should.
Absently, he had to wonder if his aura would appear at a time like this. Best to keep it under control or else his cover would be blown. That would only make it more complicated than it already was.
Fushimi's eyes widened, staring in disbelief at his captain who has just put an end to whatever chance he had to fight Misaki again in their next possible encounter. He couldn't believe it - being treated like this by the Blue king was his first. He wasn't even concerned about the uncharacteristic gestures anymore, what with the blood boiling in his veins and his expression twisted with anger.
"But captain-- !" The commander slammed a hand against Munakata's table, breathing heavily from trying to restrain himself from any more yelling. It wouldn't do him any good in this situation, but he just couldn't help it. The Blue king couldn't have done this to him.. !
Sucking in a breath, Fushimi retreated his hand and tried to calm himself down. His fists were clenched at his sides, shaking from his righteous anger. Slowly, he opened his eyes again and glared from behind his heavy frames, teeth gritted.
"King, I beg your pardon, but... I think this matter is just fine within my hands. I don't need Awashima lieutenant's assistance - and I reassure you that there won't be any problems with Yata Misaki on my behalf."
The brunette tried his best to explain calmly, knowing that a violent reaction would just have him sent out of the office. But this... What in the hell was Munakata thinking?! He goes trailing after the Red king and leaves him out of Homra matters now? What's this even supposed to mean? Fushimi knew he was borderline to exploding once more, but he simply had to keep himself in check or else he could forget about his battle-encounters with Misaki for good.
