Word Count: 3, 086
Inspired by the lovely thisloveisradiant, who gave me the idea and the motivation to keep writing for these two stubborn love birds. Be warned, this sort of ends abruptly.
People were talking like he wasn’t there, people were acting
as though he didn’t even exist. If this were anywhere else, he might have
thought it a joke, but they were in the middle of a mission to catch a rogue
strain. Said strain had unknown powers, but Fushimi worked them out pretty
quickly, mind as keen as ever.
He was invisible.
That damned mischief of a strain had made him invisible.
He clicked in tongue.
This was going to be irritating, he thought, it was most
likely that the only way to make him visible again was to get the strain to
turn him back.
He groaned and tried to get the attention of his squad,
flicking Awashima on the forehead only caused her to grumble and wave her hand
in front of her face.
Then he smirked.
On the other hand, he could have a lot of fun with this.
Leaving the rest of the squad to continue to run around like
headless chickens trying to catch the strain, Fushimi strode down the streets
and away from the commotion.
He could have a nice holiday, all by his self, without
anyone to bug him. The idea was pure bliss. He’d come back in a week or two and
they’d have caught the strain by then, he’ll do whatever and then they’ll get
the strain to turn him back. No big deal.
The smile that spread across his face was wide and did not