Title: The Orchid and the Rose

Summary: When two new Swords of Damocles emerge above Shizume City, the people of HOMRA and Scepter 4 are taken aback. However, when both groups collectively go to confront the new Kings, they are given yet another surprise: they're Queens. Who are they? Where did they come from? For what purpose are they now in Japan? And why do they suddenly take an interest in the Red and Blue Kings?

Language: English

Rating: T

Genre/s: Romance/Drama/Humor

Characters/Pairings: [S. Mikoto, OC], [Munakata R., OC]

The Orchid: Reine Montbeliard

The Rose: Alayna Belrose

Disclaimer: I do not own the K Project characters! I do own my characters however!


The Orchid and the Rose

Prologue: The Two Queens


The streets of Paris were tightly packed with small vehicles, bicycles, and nicely dressed individuals. The sky was a brilliant blue, interrupted only by spots of white clouds. On ground level, the overarching sounds were that of incessant beep, beep, beeping and the ever-colorful French language being spat from one irritated driver to another: "C'est des conneries! Va te faire enculer!"*. However, five stories up in a glass building, the sounds were merely that of a whisper.

A small, strawberry blonde haired woman wearing a flowy white satin dress sat by a floor-to-ceiling window in the glass building, sipping tea. Her eyes were closed as she focused on every muffled sound around her: the whistling breeze outside, the chatter of birds, the light footsteps of the other individuals in the room.

One sound perked her interest as she again drew the fine china tea cup to her lips. It was footsteps, though much louder than those of her usual crowd. Thud, thud, thud, they rang out unpleasantly. However, the strawberry blonde continued to sit casually, legs crossed over the other, eyes closed, sipping her tea, until the thudding footsteps lingered just to her left. She opened her golden hazel eyes and immediately saw purple.

There was a pull at the side of her lip. "I see," she mused, shifting her body to face the purple-clad man with a smile.

"For you," the man spoke, clear and loud as his footsteps had been. In his hand, he held out a letter.

The woman swiftly picked the note from his grasp between her middle and fore finger, and unfolded it. As she read through its contents, her grin only grew wider.

"You are dismissed," she spoke freely to the man, who bowed his head before sauntering off across the room and down the stairs. When she was sure he was gone, the woman let out a child-like squeal, catching the attention of the others in the room.

"Miss Belrose?" a man with dark hair questioned hesitantly, stepping toward the excited blonde. The woman paused, leaning back in her chair, and grinning at the men and women in stark-white lab coats staring at her in identical confusion. She sent them all a sweet smile, cocking her head to the side.

"It would appear," she began, twirling a lock of strawberry blonde hair between her fingers. "We're being summoned by Miss Montbeliard."

Gasps echoed across the mostly barren room, before being replaced by large grins and jubilant cheers. The woman laughed joyously, before turning back to her tea cup, lifting it, and sloshing around its contents.

"So," she whispered to herself, turning to peer out the window. "You've finally found it, eh Reine?"

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Days later, in the middle of a bustling street in Shizume City, a fight was about to be instigated. On one side, the members of HOMRA stood with their blazing red aura with their leader, their King Mikoto Suoh, in the front. Above their heads hung a dark brown Sword of Damocles.

Many paces off to the side, a small colorblind girl in a red dress and Mary Janes clutched to a young man with light brown hair.

"They're always fighting," Anna, the small girl in the red dress, whispered, disproving of the Clan's constant warring out of worry for them. Next to her, the light brown haired Tatara chuckled lightly.

"It's fine; it'll all work out somehow," he chimed in, trying to cheer her up. "They wouldn't be them if they didn't find something to fight about." Anna looked up at him for a moment, as if registering what he said, before returning her eyes to the standoff.

On the other side of the street, men and women in blue and white coats stood at attention, with their leader, a King named Reisi Munakata, standing in the front, with a curvaceous blonde woman at his side. They were Scepter 4.

Around them, no one seemed to give much attention to the two rivaling groups; even they had become used to their constant cat-and-mouse game.

"Mikoto," Munakata announced, hand readied at his blade. "You and your Clansman have caused the public great disturbances." Mikoto lazily peered around the mostly unaffected street and the cheery Japanese men and women paying them all no mind.

"Everything seems fine to me," he retorted, disregarding the few simmering benches and trees caused by his own quarrelling Clansman moments prior to Scepter 4's arrival. Munakata signed, rubbing his temples and Mikoto smirked slightly, accusing, "You're just looking for any good excuse to have me locked up."

Of course, that was what Munakata wanted to do. In his opinion, the Third King was a danger to himself and everyone around him. But he wasn't about to admit that the Red King was right.

As per their normal meetings, Munakata brandished his sword as his Clansman had already done and readied himself for the upcoming fight. A blue aura surrounded Scepter 4 as a Sword of Damocles appeared above them, just as Mikoto's had appeared above him and his clan. However, as both Kings and Clans were in ready-position, an image forming in the distant blue sky caught the attention of some of Scepter 4.

"Isn't that…?" a Scepter 4 Clansman called, lowering his sword slightly, eyes trained to the sky. Munakata's eyes flickered up and what he saw made his brows pull together.

"That's impossible…" he muttered, lowering his own sword.

All the members in Scepter 4 followed his gaze. Though their better judgment and instinct told them to attack while Scepter 4 was distracted, the members of HOMRA followed suit when the Blues' faces contorted in absolute confusion.

Materializing in the sky above a spot some hundred meters away from their own Swords were two new Swords of Damocles that were unlike anything any of the men and women had ever seen before. The first to completely materialize was a simple rose gold colored rapier with pale pink roses decorating its hilt and a cream-colored gem embedded in the blade itself. Seconds later, a royal purple estoc appeared next to it, undecorated aside from the violet gem positioned at the end of the hilt.

For a moment, the Red and Blue Clansmen could only watch in shock. There are more Kings?! They all thought in unmasked confusion. Finally, determining this new situation to be a bigger deal than their petty rivalry, Munakata turned to face his blonde companion, who was still eyeing the two new blades incredulously.

"Awashima," he spoke, and the blonde woman averted her eyes from the blades to look at him. Without needing him to say anything more, the tough blonde turned to face the other members of Scepter 4.

"Everyone!" she called, catching the attention of not only Scepter 4, but also of HOMRA. "A matter of new importance has come up! Please return to the vans immediately!"

The blue and white clad Clansmen nodded simultaneously and retreated to their vehicles. Yata, a Red Clansman small in stature, was about to object when a blonde man with glasses held out his arm to stop him. The small orange-haired boy paused, looking up at the blonde man in irritation until he noticed that he was looking at their King.

"King?" the blonde man, Kusanagi, questioned Mikoto, who had watched Munakata leave rather calmly and silently. Then, the Red King began to walk away toward Anna. When she noticed him growing near, she broke from Tatara to grasp the hem of his shirt.

"Head toward the Swords," he ordered, leading the pack in the direction of the pink and purple Swords of Damocles.

As both clans entered the area marked by the two new Swords, they were greeted with two distinct groups of their own. Half of them adorned long white coats and pants, as if they were a group of researchers. The other half appeared similarly; however, instead of white, the other group wore deep purple jackets and black pants.

Munakata, Awashima, and the rest of Scepter 4 exited the vans as Mikoto and HOMRA arrived behind them, leaving a flaming trail as they went. Munakata noticed this and inwardly groaned at the Red King's lack of care concerning the state of their city. However, burying that issue to the back of his mind, the dark haired man stepped forward toward the unknown groups.

"Hello there," he called to them. "Who, may I ask, are all of you? And who exactly are your Kings?"

Both groups appeared confused by his statement and peered around at each other, whispering. Though it was barely audible, the Red and Blue Kings and their clans had a sudden realization: their dialect was not from around there, nor were they speaking Japanese. In fact, none of them appeared to be from Japan at all.

However, just as Munakata believed his new situation would be even more difficult to deal with, one of the men in a purple coat stepped forward. He called in Japanese, "We are visiting here from France." Munakata grinned slightly, glad that one of them was a bit fluent in the language.

"I understand," he replied, crossing his arms over his chest. "So, you are a new King? Who is–"

"Oh, no," the man replied, interrupting the Blue King. "I'm not a King. There are no Kings here."

Munakata's eyes narrowed in confusion and irritation, not immediately understanding what the French man was implying. Around him, the members of both Scepter 4 and HOMRA whispered amongst themselves.

At the same time, Anna stared deeply at the white-clad group as if completely entranced. Through the two dozen or so bodies, one smaller body moving swiftly through the crowd caught her attention: it was a brilliant pink color. The young girl's eyes widened and she breathed, "What a beautiful pink." Above her, Mikoto's head snapped in her direction and watched Anna stare off through the crowd, eventually following her gaze in marked confusion.

As if to answer everyone's unasked questions, two women stepped forward through their individual groups. From the white-clad group, a strawberry blonde woman appeared holding a frilly pink parasol and wearing a white silk dress. The other woman, walking past the purple-clad man to stand next to the strawberry-blonde, was markedly taller than her counterpart and had deep purple hair tied in a braid and wore a tasteful dark jumpsuit.

The two women paused a couple meters away from the two Kings. Suddenly, they were engulfed in different colored auras, which spread to their individual groups behind them: the strawberry-blonde was engulfed in pink and the purple haired woman engulfed in light purple.

As the auras dissipated, the strawberry blonde offered her hand out toward them all, a small smile dancing on her lips. "Bonjour, Kings," she spoke in a young, sweet voice, a clear French accent evident in every word she spoke, Japanese and French alike. With an innocent shrug of her shoulders, the blondette continued, "It is as he says: there are no Kings over here."

"There are, however," the purple haired woman interjected, a smirk on her own lips. "Two Queens."


New story! Here are the translations to the French statements:

"C'est des conneries! Va te faire enculer!" – to the effect of "This is bullshit! Fuck you!"

I just finished the first season of K and I'm absolutely in love! I really hope you all like the idea of this story so far. Who are these two Queens and what do they want with the Kings we all know and love?

Keep reading and find out! Also, I would really super appreciate reviews! :)