The Queen of King's
( I do not own any part of K/K-Project, but I do own all of the OC's in this story. )
"You know better than anyone that I've never listened to his orders, Izumo." A woman with wavy silver hair spoke quietly to Homra's second in command. It was a windy day and they found themselves on the roof of the old bar to keep her presence unknown to a particularly sharped tongued, spiky red headed man.
"Well, that's a well-known fact among any of the boys. You never listened to anyone, but coming back now could result in him burning you alive." Izumo spoke calmly, but with a hint of worry as he pulled a drag off of his cigarette and released a cloud of smoke in one huff before adjusting his lightly shaded sunglasses. "What's this about Kourai?" No point in skirting around the bush, he wanted to get straight down to business.
She laughed a light-hearted, yet troubled sound as she ran her fingers through the top of her long, silver hair and turned to face him. Her bright red irises were absolutely stunning in the sunlight, he thought. More orange like the setting sun than Mikoto's or Anna's, but still carrying that fiery heat behind them. "Something is going to happen soon, and no matter how much it pains me; I want to be here for it. I won't be staying here, for obvious reasons, but I will be taking my daughter to spend the time with me while I am here." There was no waiver in her tone, she was going to and that was that. It was her right as a mother.
His eyes slowly grew wider and wider as he listened to her and he took the few short steps, closing the gap between them before setting a hand on her should. "You've got to be nuts! Taking what little life-line he has left?" He immediately regretted the words that spilled out of his mouth when the features of her face contorted in pain, sadness, and anger. Her eyes welled up and his arms automatically moved to wrap around her neck in a hug. "Once a family, always a family. I'm so sorry I went and said something so hurtful to you. I know he didn't want to send you away, but I also don't know his reasoning for it either…" His frown was deep and displayed an array of emotions with the rest of his features.
The pain in her chest was almost overwhelming with his words of venom; she'd nearly lost control, but she stayed strong, only letting a few tears fall from her eyes. "Do you realize what I had to sacrifice to grant his wish of my departure?! My daughter, him, all of you?! I gave up what little family I had for that bastard!" Her body was shaking with pain and anger under his arms and for a moment she thought about ripping his throat out with her bare hands. But, Izumo was like a brother to her, to all of them. She couldn't live with herself if she actually acted on her current impulses. "I accept your apology, but that doesn't make any of this okay. Please let Anna and Souh know I will be here for her later."
He had managed to let the whole cigarette burn away during this heated conversation, and as he watched her form disappear off of the roof like it was normal for her to just jump from it, he sighed heavily. "What to do, what to do." He mumbled as he ran his fingers through his thick, short, brown hair and stared up to the sky. "I'm afraid Mikoto may try to burn me, if I tell him." A worried smiled crossed his lips, and he headed for the door that led back down to the inside of his bar. After a few moments as he descended the stairs quietly and moved behind the bar, the front door to the building came slamming open and a wild looking, young boy came skating in. Coming to a stop just before the bar, he kick-stopped his board and set it against the bar before taking a seat on one of the swiveling stools.
"Yata-san, what have I told you about causing a ruckus in my bar?" He spoke, eyeing the red-headed youngin' from over his sunglasses as he polished a glass clean. "O-oh, my apologies Mr. Kusanagi-san. I just wanted to get away from the crowded street for a while, and quickly." Yata said with a weary look on his face as his spun around on his stool and rested his arms on the rim of the bar top. "I could have sworn I saw… Ah, nevermind. That's just plain stupid!" He said with an over exaggerative laugh before jumping back onto his feet and moving over to a large chest he stored in the T.V. lounge. Opening it up and rummaging through it, he removed his trusty metal baseball bat from it and then slammed it shut tight again. "What are you getting that out for?" Kusanagi questioned curiously as he watched Yata spin his bat around in his hand with a wicked grin on his face. "I dunno, something is telling me she'll be useful soon." He said lightly as he rested the bat behind his neck on his shoulders and turned to face the older man before making eye contact and realizing how right his words just sounded to him.
"What's going on, Mr. Kusanagi-san?" Yata asked, pushing for the man to answer his question with a fierce look in his eyes. Yata didn't like the deepening sad expression on the man's face, not one bit. Izumo adjusted his glasses again and took in a deep breath before fishing a smoke out of his pocket and putting it up to his lips. Lighting it slowly, he took in a deep drag before he placed the cigarette between his index and middle finger and removed it to exhale in a long sigh. "Well, I've got some news. Turns out…" He paused, and Yata wasn't sure if it was for dramatic effect or if it was because it was something hard to say. Knowing the man though, it was probably both. "Souma-chan is back in town." With that answer, Yata's baseball bat fell to the floor, along with his heart. "Wh-WHAT?!"
It was nearly Nine in the evening now, once Yata completed his interrogation of the man and decided it was best if he let the cool and calm Kusanagi tell their King about this development. Better he burn in hell than him, maybe. "Where is everyone?" Yata asks curiously before the door swings open for the first time all night, and the rest of the Homra gang starts filtering through, all looking happy and relaxed. The last two to enter were the spiky-headed Red King, and his little tag along, Anna. The only people in Homra to know the truth about Mikoto and Anna were Kusanagi, Mikoto and Anna themselves, and Kourai. Yata's heart skips a beat or two at the sight of the King and his eyes divert nervously to the floor. Anna immediately notices the tense atmosphere and runs up to Yata with a red marble between her finger and thumb, held up to her eye as if it were a looking glass. "Yata-san, you're hiding something." She stated coolly in her usual sweet monotone as her silver hair fell just in front of her fierce red eyes.
At this point, Yata and Kusanagi were sweating bullets before Mikoto took one step forward with a ferocious look in his eyes. "What're you two hiding, eh?" His voice was deep, menacing, and dripping with venom. Shit, he must have found out somehow that she was back in town, but he didn't know that she'd been here. They both glanced at each other wearily before Kusanagi spoke. Clearing his throat, he settled in on death staring him in the face and took in a deep breath. "Kourai was here earlier, Mikoto-san. She told me to tell you that she would be back later, for Anna." He flinched as he saw Mikoto's aura flare up in a bright, fiery red around his entire being. Anna's eyes widened, and the sweetest smile any of them had ever seen crossed her tiny face. A whisper, inaudible to anyone but Mikoto could be her from her sweet little form. "Mama."