This story is an inspiration of the K - Memory of Red Manga and the K - Radio Drama collection.
It shows the everyday life of Homra and their everyday adventures and even If everything seems to be fine, Mikoto is still struggling with his own destructive powers. That is why Totsuka helps him to stay calm.
- I've always adored this pairing (mikoto x totsuka) that's why I wanted to write a lovely, fluffy and maybe tragedic happy story about them, so that they can be together :)
Contains: detailed smut, fluff
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It was red. Everywhere. Burning flames and this hot temperature. It rose permanently and was eating the man from inside out. What was this? Anger, hate or just despair? Whatever it was, It was the work of a genius, a well-intended innovation but the work of the devil in the false hands.
Mikoto's eyes were closed as he heard men gathering around him. They were cursing and shouting at him which drove the red head more in a murderous mood. He could sense their fear beneath their anger.
As he opened his glowing red eyes and watched the men before him, he raised a single hand to make one movement and they flew through the air. More people were running towards him but he kept a straight face and did it again.
More and more were coming at him but that had just risen his flames. He was firing so much that the environment became the same fire. As he noticed that it finally got quiet he assumed that there was no one left.
The man moved his head to every side, slowly and sighed through his nose. When he thought he calmed down, something inside of him suddenly awoke again. He looked at his hand which he used to fire his power.
Dark red marks were spreading themselves over the skin. It seemed as his hand was burning from the inside. As he looked at it, his vision became blurred and he had to cover his eyes. Like a hammer was pounding inside of his head he groaned. With one eye open he watched as the world was painted in flames and ashes.
He was just bashing some gangs up and now everything was burning. Buildings, trees even streets. Just as the sky was clear blue and mocking him for his doing. Mikoto shook his head hard and vanished the horrible sight. He breathed in deep and tried his hardest to concentrate. Slowly, very slowly the heat was blown out.
He smoked a cigarette and made his way towards the Homra bar. As he walked he tried to revoke the past situation. Why did it escalate always like this? It was ambivalent. A pleasure to run riot but a curse afterwards the feeling of being eaten alive by the flames was a horrible experience. Even If this wasn't everytime. But too often.
He opened the polished wooden door of the Homra bar and smelled immediately alcohol and familiar scents. Kusanagi was drying some glasses as he saw the King walking in. From the sight of the red head's face, the bartender knew that he was stressed out.
"You carry it too far as always, huh?" the blonde murmured as Mikoto sat himself down on the couch where Anna was already sitting and drinking her ice-tea. The King looked at his hand once again and clenched it hard as he noticed the blankets moving towards him.
"hmm...how about a Thai soup for dinner?"
Mikoto watched as Totsuka's head appeared under the blankets. Those light brown eyes half asleep and the dark blonde somehow light brown hair ruffled.
"You're here?" the redhead grumbled.
"Of course. I'm always sleeping here at times like this. Thanks to you!" he smiled.
"Why is that? Those were just a bunch of weaklings."
Totsuka sat up in an Indian style as he covered his body with the blankets up until only his head was uncovered. He mustered the face of his long time friend.
"Nah, you really didn't have to deal with them."
Mikoto just laid his head back and closed his eyes. Those people had threatened Totsuka, a member of Homra and a close friend which is why he couldn't let them go so easily. It could have been much less trouble if the male in front of him would just use his power to defend himself.
But Totsuka was a pacifist and a harmless human being. Although he was very skilled he almost never used his power. There have been some times when he used them but those were just to make a fire in winter or for his cooking.
"Why was I chosen to be a King?"
"Why do you ask? I knew it all along." said Totsuka. "You're different than the others and that's why you attract attention from every side."
Mikoto didn't look at the boy and made a furrow between his brows. People were scared of him or insanely interested in him and he never knew why.
"But those people are important to you, don't you think so?"
Tatara watched Mikoto deep in the eyes and the redhead was searching an answer inside of them. Those soothing eyes were watching now to Anna which Mikoto followed quickly. The little white-haired girl stared at the King. Her eyes filled with his power and her smile was showing honest fascination.
He gaze at his hand and remembered that picture of his burning flesh. What would be If one day, he wouldn't be able to control himself?
He was interrupted as Totsuka was standing right before him placing his hand into his fist.
"Hey, don't sweat it!" he smiled.
"Says the carefree-type..."
Mikoto looked up to him with a worried look on his face.
"There is nothing to be afraid of, King! Your powers aren't meant for destruction. They are meant for protection and I guarantee you that."
As they both looked into each others eyes, Mikoto felt a pleasant warmth inside of him just by looking into the brown of this boy. The soft smile he gave him was soothing for his worries and somehow he didn't think any longer about that.
"So what is this Thai soup thing?"
Tatara backed behind and placed his hands on his hips as he made a surprised face. "You never had one? Well It's about time! It's hot, bright red and spicy and the flavor are really interesting! So oriental!"
"It's red?" Anna asked suddenly very taken by his words while Mikoto still was furrowing his brows.
"Yup, nice red like Homra! Wanna help me do it? I'm almost done and you can add some seasoning!"
Totsuka turned to the King and took his face in his hands. Mikoto looked in his eyes again.
"And you, stop making such a face! It's not that bad!"
"You want to cook?" He asked.
"Hai! I'm really into it since some time."
He winked at him and took Anna by her hand as both went to the kitchen. Mikoto sighed and walked over to the bar where he order a drink. At that time the rest of the Homra Clan came through the doors making noises.
"Oi, we heard there will be soup?" Yata said. "Man, I'm starving!"
The others sat themselves on the couch as Tatara and Anna came out. They placed the bowls on the desk as everyone was greedy grabbing them. Totsuka then took Yata's skateboard and tried his best to balance on it while everyone was eating.
Of course he fell down and made a dull noise. Heads turned to him followed by laughing.
"Hey, Totsuka-san you should leave it. A guy like you who has old-fashioned hobbies like bonsai planting, sucks at this."
The other male stood up and rubbed his bottom on which he just fell. "Nah don't be like that Yata-chan. I like to try different things! And one of my new one is filming with an old-style camera!"
Suddenly he felt a tugging at his marine-blue jacket. Anna's big round eyes were searching for his as she looked up. "What about your song? Won't you sing?"
He smiled brightly at her and patted her head. "Such a good child! Did you hear that, Yata? This lady here wants to see some of my hobbies!"
The skateboarder just shrugged his shoulders. "Pff, making a big deal out of this."
Totsuka quickly got his guitar and sat himself on the chair in front of the bar. As he began to sing everyone seemed to be charmed by him. Even Mikoto was captured by it as he heard him. It was just like Kusanagi said: That boy's a wild-animal tamer. Mikoto knew that all along. He was more than that a blessing that was only his own.
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So yeah uhm...this was just an introduction and I hope you like my way of writing!
haaach I really adore this pairing! There will be more sweet moments between the lion and the kitty ;)
Thanks for reading 3