Hello everybody!

After watching K-Project and reading K-Memory of Red I really think it is impossible to not fall in love with it. Therefore, I decided to pay my tribute to it.

It is the first time I attempt at something like this, but I couldn't help it when I discovered Mikoto and Reisi are the same age. So please be gentle.

Also, I was inspired by two beautiful videos on yt, made by fiammanda and mostdominantdiva (if you'd like to see them send me a PM).

Song that inspired me: Shattered long version, by Trading Yesterday (the verses are out of order).

Note 1: Munakata is rich and goes to one of the best elementary schools in the city.

Note 2: The school is located at the entrance of a considerably new and not so good neighbourhood, therefore the security is high.

Note 3: Mikoto's eyes are golden in this fic and Reisi's are lightblue/gray

DISCLAIMER: Anything from K doesn't belong to me, though this fic is mine and was written just for fun.

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UNTIL THE DAY I DIE

Meeting You - Part I

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Falling into your sunlight

The future's open wide beyond believing.

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The weather was unbearably warm, Munakata thought, while swinging his legs. Such heat gave him headaches and usually his face would get reddish if he was exposed to the impetuous light. Sitting at that bench, shielded from the sun, he was the only child who wasn't playing hide and seek – it was pointless, either way.

- Here you go, Munakata-kun. – a feminine voice said. Looking up, he saw his teacher giving him a small package of milk. The teacher responsible for the 4th grade was a mature woman with a mothering aura and a gentle smile, but nonetheless always extremely composed. She sat down next to him, while he put the stroke on his lips.

- You know, you should play with them sometimes.

- Seri is sick.

- I am not referring to Awashima-chan, I am talking about your classmates.

- They just run in the sun, Mum says it's not healthy. - this wasn't entirely true.

- I am sure she would allow it once in a while. You should catch a bit of sun, it would be good for you.

- The sun... – Munakata mumbled, looking to the courtyard drowned in sunlight. There was something enchanting and dangerous about its warmth. Would he ever be brave enough to reach out for it? - ... burns.

The afternoon classes started at 2pm and Munakata always sat in the same place: second row from the back of the classroom, window seat. He was also always the first to get there. At the start, he did so because he had nothing better to do, but soon it turned into something he'd look forward to. Today would be the 46th day, the 46th meeting according to a silent compromise. Recalling how it started made him feel joyful. It was a rainy day and he was boringly staring outside without focusing on anything, until that poisonous red came into his eyesight. Stopping in the middle of the pouring rain, without any kind of protection against it, a boy around his age looked at him. Even though he was holding grocery bags, even though Munakata was having classes on the first floor. He could feel it, the boy with the infectious red hair was looking at him.

Cleaning the window to see it better, he couldn't do much more than that, and so the other one left as unexpectedly as he had come.

Feeling as if he was not that interesting, Munakata felt somewhat offended. However, the next day, the boy passed by and stopped. This time, Munakata could clearly see the golden in the other's eyes... so rich and dignifying. Even though the rough expression showed some mistrustfulness, the black haired boy wasn't affected by it. After exchanging an intense and long gaze, the boy with the red hair smiled and simply waved at him, leaving. Munakata blinked behind his glasses, surprised. For a few seconds, it felt like he had seen the other one shining.

Like the sun.

After that second encounter, if it could be called so, the enigmatic boy would pass by every day. Day after day, he would stay a bit with the solely purpose of gazing at Munakata. It was something simple and meaningless, but it was the part of the day that Munakata felt anxious for. He didn't interact with anyone but Seri, a little girl from the 1st grade who was beyond persistent in order to get him to play with her, until he laid his eyes on that boy. It was true they had never talked, but just glancing at him was somewhat reassuring. It seemed like there was someone listening to him and who understood him without the need of explain what was terribly obvious.

Day after day after day after day, Munakata saw the golden eyed boy. One day he would look cleaner, the other one dirtier; sometimes bruised, other times angered. However, when his eyes laid on the black haired boy, who gazed back instead of paying attention to his class, all the violence in him used to disappear. Once in a while, Munakata wondered what his life was like. And then, there were those days when he showed up healed, but bothered, or bleeding but triumphant. Always unpredictable. The redhead was in constant mutation, so unforeseeable and mysterious it would probably be annoying for Munakata if they became acquaintances.

He would usually think about it, like he did earlier on that day, before the 46th encounter.

- Explain to me, Muna-kun, why'd you chosen to come out and play today?

- Don't call me that.

- But you won't allow me to call you Reisi...

- Munakata isn't so hard to pronounce. Awashima is worse.

- My friends call me Awa-chan or Seri-chan. - the blue eyed little girl stated, deviating her attention from her sand construction to look up at him with the air of a know-it-all.

- Your point?

- I shouldn't have to call you Munanata-kun.

Munakata rolled his eyes and got on his knees, nearer to the girl playing with the sand.

- Fine. The sun isn't so bad.

Seri kept on building her sand castle, trying to assimilate his words. Then, she faced him one more time. Under her pink hat, which didn't really combined with her spirits (Munakata thought that blue would definitely suit her better), she looked curious.

- Why did you say that? The elder kids always complain that you are a no fun bat who hates its hotness.

The boy frowned and raised himself. Such impertinence.

- It's none of your business. See you tomorrow.

Munakata went back to his classroom. Seri usually made too many questions for his liking, she was extraordinarily curious, but composed, for a child with her age. Probably that was the reason he had allowed her to be his "friend", she wasn't noisy. Nevertheless, he was still searching for something even quieter. The young boy, therefore, waited patiently for 2pm, for the start of math class. Looking outside, the sun was shining brightly. It made him feel unexpectedly relaxed, he thought. In no time, the redhead would pass by. Funny how he'd changed his mind about how harmful the sun could be.

Spending the first part of the class looking outside, he was waiting in vain.

- Munakata-kun, could you please come to the board and solve Problem 3? - his teacher requested, her invitation hiding something. - Munakata-kun?

He turned his head, hearing his name being called. A response was expected from him. To what, he had no idea, but looking to the book on her hands, it wouldn't be hard to guess. A question, which, in reality, was a camouflaged order. He gulped and felt slightly anxious, he couldn't go to the board.

- I'm not feeling well, Sensei – he lied without having pride in it – can you please ask someone else?

The teacher agreed with frail satisfaction, she didn't seem to properly believe him. He wasn't used to lie, but it was needed this time, he has to establish priorities. Seeing the delayed boy with the red hair, this time, was the highest one. His appearance could change without him knowing the reason, but that boy had never been late before.

Never.

When there were only ten minutes left to the end of his class, Munakata felt nauseous for real. He hadn't come. The boy with the red hair hadn't come. Why? He always came. Did something happen? Recalling his bruised face and bitter look from the previous day made him gulp. What if he needed help? What if there was nobody to save him?

Those last ten minutes slowly ate his reasoning away. He had pictured all the possibilities and the further he'd go into his imagination, the sicker he would feel. Packing discreetly all his things, Munakata intended to be the first to leave the school. He'd skip Physical Education, a class, for the first time in his life, but that was just a small and unimportant detail.

As soon as the bell rang, he flew out the door without any kind of greeting. Bumping into the ones that came across his path, he didn't even bothered looking behind to see if they where okay. In his fast marching speed, because it wasn't allowed to run in the corridors, he managed to escape all the educational helpers. He didn't know he was this skilled until that day, until he had the urge to be.

Passing by Seri, Munakata thought he heard her asking where he was going. He didn't have time to lose with first graders now, but he was full of certainty about his destination. He would trail his path. He would follow his light.

He was chasing the red sun.

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Losing what was found, a world so hollow

Suspended in a compromise.

[But] Let me go and I will run, I will not be silent

[As] Reason clouds my eyes with illusions of the sunlight

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- Where do you think you're going, young man? – asked the security guard, barring the passage to his freedom. He was so, so close.

Munakata looked up to the fat and intimidating man. If he gave a wrong answer everything would have been in vain and he wouldn't be able to help the boy.

- I... I have a familiar emergency. T-there is a car waiting for me in that corner – he said, pointing out to the end of the road.

The huge man looked at the place and analyzed it. There were a lot of cars parked there. Munakata fought the instinct to dribble the man and run until he'd spill his guts.

- What is it about?

The boy opened his eyes wider. Good question.

- I beg your pardon? – he replied, trying to hide his nervousness. And then, the answer came down to him. Smiling for it being so obvious, he coldly continued – My Father won't be pleased at all to hear that a mere security guard is asking about the Munakata's private life.

The man stiffed and looked at the little brat. The four-eyed punk had a piercing gaze, the type that could only be made by disgustingly rich people. He wanted to hit his face. However, fear of losing his job because of a crotchet crept on him.

- Go, but it's a first and last time thing. – he said and Munakata wanted to run wild – And don't rush.

Doing so took all of him. Each step was so hard, under the warm sun. He was being needed, wasn't he? For the first time. Wasn't he? The slow walk was cooling his brain and insecurity started filling him. How could someone like him be able to protect? He knew nothing, of anything.

Of anything.

After the corner, he stopped and leaned against the wall. Why would the redhead need his worthless help? Was he even in trouble, to begin with? How could he have been so blind? He closed his eyes and looked up, to the brightness of the sun, and that smile came into his mind. The smile of comprehension a fox would give him, for being similar to a bird in a cage. Every day, without fail.

Every single day, he had received courage.

And then, he understood. He was going in the wrong direction.

Turning around and crossing the street, Munakata Reisi ran senselessly towards the red sun, and he couldn't care less about the guard. That boy would always come and see him, there'd be no way he'd break their unmade deal. He shouldn't be chasing after him, he should be reaching towards him. And that was what he was going to do. He had no destiny or prevision, he was just running without thinking, trusting that somehow he would be the one to find the other.

And Reisi ran, ran, ran and ran. He passed through unknown buildings and faces without having a single lead to follow. It wasn't necessary, was it? He never needed any kind of reason to deal with this matter, why would it be needed now? He just needed to go and find him. He will certainly find him.

Yes, he will.

He will.

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With love gone for so long,

Faith is all that I hold

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-w-

A.N. - This is it! Did you like it? Please let me know, and thanks for reading!

Also, I am sorry if there's some typo or minor error.