Yo! I was listening to sad music and thinking of my other K story 'Life of a Secret Tom-Boy' and how many people wanted it to be a Fem!Yata/Mikoto fic. Which made me think 'hey, they must really want it to end it tragedy, considering that Mikoto, you know, dies'. And then my twisted brain came up with this.

Sometimes I hate the things I come up with. Anyway, please drop a review after reading. I would like to know what you think.

Disclaimer: I do not own K in any way, shape or form.

PS - contains a slight spoiler for K: Missing Kings (even though I myself haven't seen the movie yet).

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"Hah... Hah... Shit..." Misaki gasped for breath, hands pressing her blood soaked jumper tighter against the bleeding stab wounds on her chest and stomach. She slumped, shivering, against the ramp she was leaning on. She eyes drooped tiredly.

When she had visited the old skatepark where she'd first learned how to skateboard with Kamamoto, she hadn't expected the local yakuza gang she had trouble with a few years back before HOMRA to ambush her. Unlike back then, it seems they were no longer small time - and too scared of attacking someone under the Red King's banner.

'Then again,' Misaki mused, 'not too many people were intimidated by a doll like girl like Anna, even if said person was a King. Even if the previous King, one she had followed herself, had a fearsome reputation and his Clansman had pledged their loyalty to the new Red King, too.'

(It was with practised ease that Misaki ignored the stab of pain that had nothing to do with the bleeding wounds on her front.)

Her vision blurred as she scanned her surroundings, taking in the bodies of the yakuza scattered throughout the park. She was pretty sure most of them were dead. If they weren't, well, it wasn't like they'd be getting up any time soon. Her fellow Clansman would take care of them for her anyway.

She glanced down at her side where the remains of her watch and phone lay broken. She had been able to call for help before they had been destroyed mid-fight, but the park was a fair distance from HOMRA.

They should be close by now.

'Not that it matters,' Misaki thought to herself morbidly, shakily raising a bloodied hand into fading sight. 'Soon, I'll be..."

Her injuries were too severe, and she'd lost too much blood. She was certain they'd nicked a lung too if the amount of blood dripping from her mouth was of any indication. Could just be from internal bleeding or something though. She was no doctor.

Her hand dropped limply back onto her lap. Black spots started appearing with every blink.

"Sorry, Anna. Looks like..." Misaki coughed, chocking on blood. "L-like I'm going... going to meet... Mikoto-san and Totsuka-san now..."

Misaki opened and closed her mouth to continue, but her voice failed her. Her eyes stung, but she refused to yet the tears fall. She swallowed around the lump in her throat.

"Sorry," she said again, though to who or for what, she wasn't sure. Sorry to her family, for not being a better daughter or older sister? Sorry to HOMRA, for not being able to be their Vanguard anymore? Sorry for dying on them so soon after losing two of their most loved Clansman?

She didn't know. Her shivering stopped.

A tear escaped and trailed down her cheek.

Her eyes felt heavy. She wanted to close them and go to sleep, but, dimly, she realised she shouldn't.

Why?

She couldn't remember.

Her eyes slipped shut and her breathing slowed.

Faintly, she thought she heard her name being called.

Misaki smiled -

And her heart stopped beating.

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Why - just, why? *cries* I DEPRESSED MYSELF WRITING THIS!

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Anyways... Some of the things that are in here and things I have planned for Life of a Secret Tom-Boy. Not Misaki dying, but the skateboarding and yakuza mentioned for example.

I'm a person who updates when inspiration strikes. When I try to force things it turns out like something a 5 year old would write. Then sometimes I randomly come up with something and it turns out like this.

By the way, it's up to your interpretation on who called out to Misaki.

Hope you liked it and I passed my depression onto you (not really, but if I did, go read some cheesy romance fic that'll make you puke rainbows or something.)

By-bye baby!

Shikikaze09~

ps - this is what happens when I'm sleep deprived. I end up blurting out random crap.