A/N: Never did post my stuff from MikoTotsu Week last year on here and since it's coming up again soon for 2015, figured I'd post my 3 favourite ones I did.
I've edited and added to them so they're a bit different from the ones on my tumblr.
"That time…"
"Hm?" Totsuka, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, tilted his head back at the sound of Mikoto's low mutter. "Time?"
"How did you know you wouldn't get hurt." He didn't elaborate more than that but Totsuka knew right away what he meant. It was hard not to.
"Hmm…I guess, technically speaking, I didn't." He replied honestly with a small laugh.
There was a sharp tug on his arm and suddenly found himself with his back press against the bed. He blinked up at the ceiling in surprise before meeting Mikoto's piercing glare.
"I could have killed you." He practically growled, the grip on his forearm tightening for a split second. Totsuka made sure not to flinch.
"No, you wouldn't have." He countered easily. Mikoto felt his annoyance spike. Did this idiot actually know how serious the situation had been that day? How dangerous is still was?
"What would you have done if I burned you? If it didn't stop?"
"That wasn't going to happen."
"Totsuka-"
"No." Totsuka abruptly cut him off, his voice serious. His smile had all but disappeared, his eyes narrowed slightly. It was a look Mikoto rarely saw. "I told you. I won't get hurt by you."
Mikoto gave him a look of wary disbelief. Totsuka's sharp gaze softened.
"This power that you've gained, these flames…" With his free hand his reached up and pressed it to the center of Mikoto's chest. Even now, he could feel the power moving within this person, the strength hidden inside. "They're not for destruction. They exist to protect. I strongly believe that. That's why I knew you wouldn't hurt me."
"…to protect." Mikoto repeated the words slowly, as though confused by them.
"Yes." Mikoto's grip on his arm loosened enough for Totsuka to get it free. He held Mikoto's face in both hands, lifting his body up enough to press their foreheads together. "A king protects those around him. I know you can do just that."
He pulled away, falling back onto the bed. He could see Mikoto struggle as the conflict he felt clashed with what Totsuka was telling him.
"…one day…I'll…"
'I'll lose control. I'll end up like the last Red King. I'll-'
"It's fine, It's fine. It'll work out somehow." Totsuka smiled.
Mikoto starred down at him and despite his own misgivings about it all, wondered if there might be truth to Totsuka's words after all.
