Please don't hate me! I'm not the best writer, especially with FanFics! I'm trying! :J
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No one in the Red Clan had expected Seri Awashima, the Blue King's second in command, to enter HOMRA like she did. Unlike her usual visits, she wore neither her favorite dress and pearls nor her uniform. Instead she sported a look that could only be identified as half winter and half funeral. And had an unusual worry written all over her face.
"Awashima-chan." Izumo Kusanagi stated, being the first person to address the young woman, ever so calmly. "What can I get for you? Or do I really need to ask?"
"I'm not here to drink, Izumo. I'm here for a personal matter." She pulled out a piece of paper from her pocket and unfolded it, revealing a picture of a young blonde woman with heavy eyelids. "Have you seen her? Anywhere?"
Izumo took the paper and frowned. "No. I haven't. But I'm not the only person in here." He motioned to the red of the clansmen and smiled, resulting in a glare from the woman. She sighed and turned around holding out the paper to the rest of the room.
"Anyone?" There were soft groans and shrugs which only made Seri sigh even more. If anyone was to see her it had to be the disgusting men of the Red Clan, right? Who else could she ask, besides the whole fucking town - whom of which were just as annoying and incompetent as the men she was staring at?
"What does Munakata want with the girl?" Mikoto, who had just entered the room asked not-so-politely. Seri had taken off work that day for a reason, and Mikoto Suoh bringing her King into this wasn't helping the level of stress she was already enduring.
"Nothing. My King has nothing to do with this."
"She's a strain." Anna spoke up before Seri could deny any further. A look of shock was plastered on her face as she looked at the young girl. Damn strains. They always got in the way.
"How do you know that?" Seri asked the eleven-year old. Anna said nothing as she picked up a marble and looked through at the blonde woman through it.
"She's telling the truth." The white-haired girl stated. A silence fell upon the room when Seri sighed.
"Then if Munakata didn't send you to find her, why are you looking for her?" Izumo spoke up when Mikoto sat down next to Anna and lit a cigarette.
"It's personal." Her words were harsh and still, and it was hard to imagine Seri coming to HOMRA in search for this girl for her own purposes. And not for her King's or Clan's.
"And you came to us for help."
Seri swallowed hard. Izumo was right. She had come to him of all people to help with her search. Why didn't she expect him - and everyone else - to know who the girl was and why she was searching for her.
"Forget it. None of you have seen her. It's a dead end with you."
The dropping of marbles on a wooden table stopped Seri halfway as she walked to the door. She looked over at the youngest member of the Red clan, as well as the only female member, with stern eyes.
"She's here. In Tokyo." Anna spoke softly. There was only silence as the red marbles began to roll once more on the table. Anna was concentrating carefully, something she never did for someone outside of the Red Clan. But something pushed her. Something pushed her hard into helping the Blue clansman. Or clanswoman, whichever was preferred.
"Where? Where in Tokyo?" Seri asked the young girl.
"East Tokyo." Was the girl's answer. Seri had feared that answer, but didn't show it. She swallowed her emotions whole and looked back to the girl with a dazed look.
"Thank you."
"When you find her..." Anna said, stopping Seri once more from walking out of the door. Anna's face was emotionless like usual, but her words spoke more that expressions could, somehow. "When you find her... tell her 'Thank You.'"
"For what?" Was Seri's last and final question for the girl.
"For saving me."
She sat down on the street with a bottle of Vodka in one hand and a book in the other. It wasn't at all uncommon for there to be drunk people on the streets, so no one looked twice as she drank straight from the bottle and emptied it in less than thirty seconds.
She flipped the hood of her jacket over her head to shield herself from the homeless prowling men around her. She could easily take them out, but she was also drunk, and in a state that basically told her "kill or be killed."
She flipped the page and whispered to herself as she read. "Ее крики стали громче , и он услышал жесткий взорваться, Все прежде, чем идти в комнату ." (Her cries became louder and he heard a hard shatter, All before walking into the room.)
Her eyes began to droop and she closed the book, setting it beside her and taking one last look at her nails which were chipped and broken and bloody from earlier. She laid down on the ground and sighed, looking up at the small strip of the starless sky above through the tops of both tall buildings. Her icy blue eyes closed and sleep began to take her over.
"Kaya?" A familiar feminine voice muttered. Her eyes jolted open with shock and her ice-like colored eyes turned dark.
"Kaya!" The voice said again, this time with more excitement and relief, which she hated as much as the woman hugging her at that very moment.
"Kaya..." The young blonde woman pulled back, a smile lighting her face and a tear falling down her cheek and landing on the drunk girl's coat.
"Kaya. You're alright. You're alive!" She stated with relief. She wiped the tear off her cheek and smiled even brighter, embracing the girl with another tight hug that could almost cut off her body's circulation.
"What are you doing here?" Kaya, the drunk girl in the alley, spoke.
"I came here to take you back. To Tadahisa. To take you back home." Her smile frustrated Kaya to the core. How could she be so happy, so light and airy at this moment?
"No." Her words were strong and full of anger and emotion as she pulled out of the older blonde's grasp and stood up. Her legs felt like pudding, but she still stood to the best of her current ability. "No." She spoke again.
"Kaya..."
"No. I'm not going back."
"Kaya, please."
"I said no!" She shouted this time. "I am not going back. Ever."
"Tadahisa misses you. He loves you. He needs you. You ran away with no explanation. How do you think he feels?"
"He misses me? He loves me? He needs me? Bullshit."
"It's true!" The blonde protested! "He's love sick and depressed. He need's you!"
"Bullshit!"
"Kaya, please. Listen to me. Please. You're drunk! You need to go home!"
"Home was burned down years ago."
"Tadahisa is home, Kaya. You're his wife. He's your husband. He is your home."
"No he isn't. He never will be. I am never going back!"
"Kaya, you're drunk. Please. Don't be stupid."
"Drunk? Drunk? You think that this is the alcohol talking? You're as blind as a bat, aren't you. You always have been. Ever since Tadahisa came into our lives, you've come to be blind to the truth."
"The truth is that Tadahisa loves you. And he needs you. And you need him! Kaya, please. Everything will be fine once you go back home. Tadahisa will take care of you."
"Take care of me? You're mad. You're all mad. You think Tadahisa will take care of me. Ha!"
"Please, Kaya. If not for yourself, for him. He loves you! He-"
"Needs me! I got it. If you're so worried about him why don't you marry him then? You're blindness and his psychotic mind would fit together like a puzzle piece. While you're at it, you might as well get laid by him, too!"
"Kaya! Please! You need to go home! You need to go back to Tadahisa!"
"Go to hell, won't you?"
"Kaya... Please..."
"Go to hell."
"If you won't go home, at least come stay with me. You shouldn't be out here all alone at night. It's dangerous."
"You'll have to kill me first."
"I'm not going to kill you, Kaya."
"Then I'm not going anywhere with you."
"Please..." There was no answer as Kaya grabbed her book and took a few steps back, locking eyes with the woman as if to challenger her. "Fine," The older blonde said, "I won't kill you, but I will take you out. Just remember. You were the one disobeying."
"Dear, dear, sister. When will you ever learn? You're not my mother. You're not my guardian. You're merely a human made from the same flesh and blood as I."
"Poetry doesn't suit you, Kaya."
"Caring doesn't suit you... Seri."
I apologize if my beginning was terrible. First times are always hard it seems. And I'm pretty new to this FanFic vibe.
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