Disclaimer: I own neither K project or its characters. I only use them in my stories from time to time.
The Death of a King
He was tired, so tired of everything. His revenge was complete, there was nothing left for him to live for, nothing that could convince him to stay. The Red King knew that his act of killing another king would exceed the limits of his power, would only end in destruction and death...unless he was killed. Yet, that was what he wanted. To sleep for eternity did not sound like such a terrible fate, let alone much of a punishment. Mikoto only felt a tinge of regret that the Blue King, Munakata, would have to be the one to dirty his hands with the blood of the Red King.
Still, no longer would he be attached to those fetters which constantly held him down. Numerous chains tied him here, a man who longed only for freedom, the kind which was solely found through death. He knew full well that his passing would be mourned by his clansmen. Mourn the passing of a selfish king who had not done a thing to deserve that title. He knew, and cared little. Eventually, those same clansmen would move on, no longer encumbered by him.
In the remnants of the dying day, a sword pierced the heart of the red king, pushing through his compliant body. Limbs, heavy and weary, lifted to hold Munakata close. Red, the color of blood, absorbed the white of the snow, devouring its innocence. Blackness surrounded his dimming vision, pooling around the transient rings of light. During these last few moments, he summoned a strength that only the dying possess. His mind conjured up the image of his constant companion, Anna, and a twinge of sadness seized him. Sadness for her, he knew, in that moment, that she would be the one who took his death the hardest. She would no longer be able to see the "lovely red" that he showed only to her.
Nothing could be done, only eternal rest, death, awaited him, shrouding him, pulling him into its enticing embrace, that lovely abyss.
"I'm sorry Anna. I won't be able to show you that lovely red anymore."
As soon as he said those words, echoing in the faintest of whispers, his body slumped forward, amber eyes closing for the last time. His limp, cold hands dropped from Munakata's shoulders, and one final spurt of crimson splattered onto the stained whiteness.
Back in the city, a little girl with alabaster hair ran forward, her red eyes widening. Hands clenched into pale, tiny fists, her gaze resting on the island where the two kings had fought. The last words meant solely for her sounded in her mind with the finality of a funeral bell, prompting tears to spring forth as she realized that Mikoto was dead.
"Mikoto!" She shouted into the dark abyss of the night.
Her red king was no more, for now he walked in the corridors of death, finally at peace.
Characters: Mikoto, Anna at the end, mentions of Munakata
Genre: Tragedy, Angst
Rating: T (Teen)
Pairing: None
Warnings: Possible OOCness, character death
Author's Note: I am sorry for not having written in a while. For quite some time now, I did not have any creative spirit, let alone time. Recently, I watched the last episode of K, and was especially moved by Mikoto's death and Anna's reaction. Ergo, I was inspired to write this fan fiction. Constructive criticism is indeed welcome, but no flaming!