Disclaimer:I do not own the anime, manga, or novels of K. K is offically owned by GoRa/GoHands. I do not own any of their characters... but if I did, then I'd definitely have a tad more romance in it.

Author's Note: I am completely new to all of this (Fanfiction, writing out stories, etc.) and I'm still only a teen so I can't use fancy big words and stuff like that. Therefore, I'd be deeply grateful if you could take just a minute and review or give me some feedback please! If you think this chapter sucks (but take heed that it's only the prologue so far) then please provide a reason. I welcome constructive criticism with open arms :D And positive opinions/thoughts as well, ahahaha!

K: Preserving the Blazes of Your Red

By: TCOOKIES777

Prologue

Anna Kushina knew what pain was. Both emotionally and physically. It was part of what made her so mature for her young and innocent age. She taught herself how to hide her suffering, even when she felt like screaming from the bottom of her heart. She knew how to suppress the pain from showing on her face. She had become an expert in masking her emotions. Anna had become a doll just for the sake of a loved one. That is, until Homra bursted into her life.

As each day passed spending time with her new family, the layers of her mask began to chip away little by little. At first, she tried not to let herself become too attached to them. All her loved ones usually seemed to be taken away from her. Her parents were the first to go. They would never be able to fulfill their promise to take her to the amusement park themselves. Honami was almost taken from her too. But Anna had refused to let her last beloved person be stolen.

When Homra swooped in and saved her, it was like a candle of life had lit up for Anna after she had thought hers had dimmed to nothing. That candle became a blazing flame that scorched hotter than the sun itself. It didn't burn her, no, it embraced her—protected her. And that blaze was the loveliest red she had ever seen in her whole life.

Mikoto, Tatara, Izumo, Kamamoto, Yata, and everyone of the red clan were her family. And Anna couldn't ask for more.

Although she didn't express it that much, she enjoyed every single day she spent with them. She hadn't known she was capable of consuming more food than she had ever before. But she did, because the food and snacks everyone provided her was just too delicious.

Never in her life had she ridden a skateboard before. But she would play together with Yata and his personal one. Giving her lessons and tips, she would mentally take note of everything and nod her head.

Sometimes, when they were all smiling and laughing together at the bar, she would secretly wish that Fushimi was with them as well. He was missing out on so much and Anna just couldn't understand why he couldn't see what everyone else including her did. But if he was happy with his new position, then she was satisfied for him.

Although Anna rarely ever asked for anything, Izumo and Tatara would pay extra attention so they could look to her every need. They made her feel so special. They made her feel like a princess protected and loved by her knights and the king. And every once in a while, she would be graced by the soothing voice of Tatara as he sang the songs he composed with his guitar.

They were constantly a violent and rowdy bunch that made outsiders fear them. But Anna believed there was nothing to fear at all. They were just beings with more power than ordinary people. That didn't mean they didn't have a beating heart like everyone else.

The Red King. So much like a lion with his family. Fierce against menacing intruders; protective against danger; strict when needed; deeply understanding as always; and undoubtedly kind and loyal. Before meeting Mikoto, Anna thought her world would forever stay all black and white with gloomy shades of grey. Unexpectedly, Mikoto and the rest of Homra proved her wrong.

Anna could never believe that she could experience such bliss ever again after the death of her parents. Oh, but she did. And she couldn't be any happier with her beautiful family.

But then, it seemed like her luck had run out.

Tatara died.

Not long after that, Mikoto did too.

And once again, Anna felt the haunting of pain. And she continued to suffer from it once more. The red blaze was rapidly dimming as her beloved kingdom began to fall apart.