Red Roses: I really like this anime. Nice art, cool characters and a wonderful plot. Kudos to the creator.
I do not own K. I only own my OCs and this fanfiction.
It was a dark, stormy night in an urbanized city in the island of Japan. The rain kept pouring, citizens rushed to find shelter from the heavy downpour. The rain showed no signs of stopping anytime soon and the raindrops hit the pavement like bullets. The people whom came prepared with umbrellas were the only ones left on the street.
But in a dark alley, there was a short girl who shivering head to toe in the rain with only an over-sized jacket to cover her and a large object wrapped in a blanket in her quivering arms from the harsh rain. She was cold, wet and scared but what was more important to her was what in her arms right now.
She carefully peaked her head out from the alley, looking right and left for anyone there. When she saw that no one was there, she quickly got up on her feet and started walking into the street. A few citizens paused to stare at the shivering girl but that did not discourage her from walking down the wet streets.
"Need...to find...HOMRA" the cold girl mumbled over and over, looking around for indication for said clan. She started breathing heavily but refused to rest.
Then, she heard gunshots from afar and she panicked. She frantically ran as fast her tired feet could until she felt it was safe. She heard yells and screams so she kept running without a destination in mind.
She was getting tired. The girl's legs were littered with scratches but she wasn't going to stop by a little bother like that. She ran around corners, barely evading bystanders on her way.
That's when she saw the bar she was looking for, with two males walking out. She was two blonde men, casually chatting with each other.
This could be her only chance.
"What's this about your new hobby, Totsuka?" Kusanagi questioned the care-free blonde next to him whom in return smiled.
"I've decided to give filming a try. Seems fun. I have an eye out for this old filming camera." Totsuka replied happily.
Kusanagi sighed and pulled out a lighter to lit the dull cigarette between his lips when a slightly soaked girl about 14 bumped into him. She was wearing a large coat which blocked the two clansmen their sight of her upper face. Her jet black hair was sticking out and was getting soaked from the rain. Water (tears?) was running down her cheeks and she was holding a large object covered by a white blanket which had red stains on it.
"Are you from the HOMRA clan?" she asked, panting slightly.
"Are you alright?" Totsuka asked worriedly but the girl ignored him and repeated her question.
"Are you from the HOMRA clan?" her voice was almost getting desperate. She really needed to find them.
"What if we are?" Kusanagi asked cautiously. Who knows what this girl is capable of. Looks may be deceiving.
The girl lit up and she immediately pushed the blanket into Totsuka 's hands.
Totsuka, startled, wrapped his arms around the bundle, careful not to drop it.
"Please protect them." She whispered her plead to him before running off in another direction, leaving the two confused adults.
"Who was that girl?"
Then, Totsuka heard a cry coming from the blanket. He carefully unwrapped the blanket and gasped to find two healthy baby boys, both about 3 years young.
"Babies?" they said in unison, staring at the two children in Totsuka's arms.
Kusanagi noticed the two crying babies had a locket around both their necks; identical oval-shaped locket with spiral designs on it. Kusanagi carefully opened one of them and saw a picture of two people, a man and a woman.
"Must be their parents." Kusanagi said before closing the locket.
"What do we do now?" Totsuka asked, rocking his arms to sooth the two crying boys.
Kusanagi paused for a while before letting out a sigh. He opened the bar door and headed in. "Bring them in."
Totsuka smiled before following his fellow clansman.
-4 years later-
Maya walked the streets with a bag of groceries in both hands. She walked casually but quickly, occasionally glancing around her surroundings.
Maya was pretty easy to distinguish from the other girls. Unlike the other girls who wear eye-catching dresses and sexy low cuts, Maya wore a simple white sundress which ends around her thigh and a long green hoodie jacket ending around her knee with white sleeves, hiding her black fingerless gloves, and a black belt with a silver ring to tie it together. Her walked down the street with tall brown boots, discreetly rushing to her apartment.
She hoped to reach her apartment without anyone noticing her but the fates were conjuring up something special for her.
The woman noticed a couple of men following her a while ago but ignored them until now. To her, they looked rough but weak fools so she kept walking. That's when one of them called to her.
"Hey, you. The one in the green hoodie. Where are you going in such a rush?"
Maya paused before looking over her shoulder, her long black hair following her movements. She looked at the rowdy group with forest green eyes showing great disinterest. "What do you want?"
One of them whom she believed to be the leader, smirked wickedly. "Why don't you drop those bags and join us for some fun?"
Maya rolled her eyes. "I'd rather not." she said before walking away.
That's when one of them had the nerve to grabbed her on the shoulder.
"Come on, don't be a party pooper."
Maya kept a straight face but she started to feel herself gritting her teeth. A they keep pestering her, she felt her composure break piece by piece and with every piece, she reached for a short metal bar in one of her grocery bag. When she was about to whack one of them on the head, they heard a loud, angry yell.
"Hey, that's no way to treat a woman!"
Maya looked to the source to see a redhead skater boy wearing a beanie and holding a metal bat while a large blonde man running after him.
The redhead quickly rode to Maya's side and hit one the rowdy men's arm who was holding Maya's shoulder. They heard a crack and the poor sucker screamed in pain as he held his arm. Maya was no doctor but she was quite sure that his arm was broken.
His friends were furious and started ganging up on the rowdy redhead but they seem to be no match for the skater boy. The skateboarder looked bored as he fought those larger men with complete ease.
Then, Maya was pulled back from the war zone by the large man wearing a track suit who was following her saviour. Maya's intuition told her she shouldn't be fearful of him for now so Maya stood beside as they watch the one-sided battle in front of them.
"Is he a friend of yours?" Maya softly casually asked the blond stranger next to her. It was so soft, she was surprised that he actually heard her.
"Yeah, he's pretty reckless." he casually replied.
"I can see that." Maya was really surprised. She didn't expect him to answer so casually with her, a stranger. It isn't right to let your guard down so easily like this. On the other hand, his friend was in a meaningless fight for her despite the fact she doesn't even know his name. Maya highly doubted these two cared much about their own safety.
"My name is Kamamoto." he introduced himself to her.
Wow. These boys really are too carefree near strangers. Maya contemplated on giving out her name to him. She had to be careful with personal information. Well, he does seem nice and if he wanted to harm her, he would have done something by now. After some thinking, her mind gave her the green light. "My name is Maya."
The two heard a loud crash and saw that the fight was still going on. It seems that more of those goons have joined their fallen friends. All the passersby stopped to watched the fight and some of them had their phones out, probably to call the police.
Maya feared that the police might come and catch the redhead skater even though he didn't technically do anything wrong (emphasis on "technically"). The jade-eyed girl grabbed a bag of flour from her grocery bag and ran towards the fighters.
"Hey! Where are you doing?" Kamamoto asked, a little panicked. He wouldn't have thought the girl would be as reckless as his red-haired friend.
The green-eyed girl ripped a large opening in the bag and she tossed the flour around, enveloping the fighters in a cloud of white flour. When everyone was distracted, Maya pulled the redhead out from the white cloud of flour and pulled him into an alley with Kamamoto.
"What did you that for?" he yelled at her until he saw the girl in from of him. she paid no heed to his yelling and dusted off some of the flour from his face.
Maya raised an eyebrow. "Would you rather I leave you with the police?"
Yata couldn't speak properly right now due to his current situation. He was face to face with the slightly taller woman who was wiping flour of his face, seemingly very unaffected by this close space. Once she finished wiping off the flour off his face, Maya saw his face heating up which confused her.
"Is there something the matter? Your face is red." Maya asked, touching his face softly.
Yata's face immediately turned beet red and he shook his head from her grip and dropped his skateboard on the ground, placing one foot on it. He turned to look at her for the final time, face still red, and pointed his finger at her.
"Stay out of trouble, alright! This place is dangerous for a girl like you." Yata said before riding off on his skateboard. Kamamoto surprised, ran after him on foot, calling him to wait up.
Maya was left with a blank look on her face. She didn't understand what made him run off like that but she decided to let it go and grabbed her grocery bags. She took one more look at the direction where those two boys went off before leaving in the other direction, to her house.
"What an odd pair. I never even gotten that redhead's name. No matter though, it's not like I'll see them again." Maya thought as she sighed when she looked into her grocery bag. "Guess I won't be making dessert tonight."
Little did she know, the fates wasn't done with her yet.
Red Roses: Finished~ I love how Yata blushes around girls. That makes him so adorable.
Have you noticed that Maya has yet to smile?
What does destiny have in store for her?
Will I stop asking stupid questions? (The answer is no)
Lastly, though not to sound desperate, please leave a review. Advice and/or criticism is part of the experience to grow as an author.
