"~Murder coming to get us
Yeah coming to get us and away we hide
Murder, see it all around us
See it all around us
And away we hide~"
I remember a time where everything seemed perfect.
Where I always used to wake up late every morning and next to the person I loved most.
It was a simple life, one that I couldn't be happier with.
I got to see the world... and enjoy it too. Laugh and try new things without ever having to worry about my past or anyone else I used to know.
The one next to me always felt the exact same way.
And he never urged me to do something that I didn't want.
Like fighting...
I've always held a grudge against fighting.
For as long as I could remember, it was always difficult to watch... and the feeling of my stomach churning whenever I witnessed it reassured me that this way of thinking wouldn't simmer down anytime soon.
Speaking of simmer.
I had almost forgotten what my life had been like before I ended up here.
Everyday had been like a horror movie waiting to happen.
The people around me always fought and argued with one another. Or perhaps their anger was more directed at outsiders rather than each other. In the end, without ever realizing it, a small but quickly replaced scowl would appear on my face at least once every single day.
It was hard.
But then I remembered that not everything had been all that bad.
Regardless of their fierce and constant fighting habits, I found myself smiling most of the time.
Because they were the people that I cared about. My friends, no... My family.
Looking past all of the arguing and all of the fighting, they were truly kind people.
They loved and cared for one another as if they had known each other all their lives, even though some only knew others for a few months.
It was more than just a group of rag-tag troublemakers.
It was home.
And even though I no longer associated with them, the kindness they'd given me was enough to last at least three entire lifetimes.
I will forever be grateful for that...
But suddenly the pain I had been feeling earlier crashed back in waves.
Ah, that's right.
I had left him as well...
The one who had given me everything... before I selfishly shunned him away in favor of my resolve to abstain from fighting.
But it was more than that.
It wasn't only the fighting that drove me away.
It was love...
And although I cared and loved the one I left more than most,
There was someone else who had entered my life.
Someone who knew exactly how I felt. Someone who understood what I was going through. Someone who always showed me a bright smile...
And brought light into my dull world.
This whole thing must sound pretty awful. And frankly I wouldn't be surprised if most thought that I would rot in hell for thinking this way or come to hate me.
But I couldn't help it.
Even with my intense love for the man who first showed me kindness, regardless of his demeanor saying otherwise, I knew it was only hurting him even more to know; that even though I was with him physically... My heart was off somewhere else.
I loved him. But in the end, I had to leave.
When I finally told the truth to everyone around me, I had been expecting the worst.
People screaming at me, calling me a traitor. Brutally attacking me with harsh words and heavy scowls of disgust... Everyone shunning me as if I were a filthy stray animal who had been abandoned by their herd.
But to my surprise, they had all been generously understanding.
It had shocked me at first. My senses shut down for a brief moment of time before I could even think to muster up a proper response. But as soon as I recaptured my composure I could suddenly feel tears of relief fill my eyes and a rushed sincere thank you slipping out of my mouth.
And once I had calmed down enough, I looked around and exchanged sad glances with every single person who had taken care of me over the years, and of course to those whom I hadn't known for very long.
Because even though some of them were still fairly new to join the group, they had all been the best comrades a person like me could ever ask for.
And so I left on good terms.
Well, good enough I should say.
In the end, I knew that there were always going to be some loose ends that could never be completely closed.
After I said goodbye individually and one on one with everyone, it all came down to the person I was going to miss more than anyone.
It had been the most difficult conversation of my entire life.
There was hurt evident in his normally brusque eyes; which only made saying farewell all the much harder.
After all, I wasn't just leaving him...
I was breaking his heart.
Even though he had been accepting of my decision, knowing for quite some time that my heart was torn between himself and some other unknown man, he sent me off with the biggest smile a person with his type of personality could possibly give... and surpassed it with an even bigger one.
Tears once again filled my eyes.
It wasn't everyday that he'd give off a physical smile; even though the look inside his golden irises would speak for him. But to give me an actual genuine grin... despite all of his pain, all of his suffering
It almost made me stay.
Almost made me throw my arms around him and tell him that I hadn't mean any of what I said.
And that I wanted to stay with him...
In the end the tears just grew heavier. To the point where I was sobbing uncontrollably until he grabbed me, burried my face into his chest and wrapped his own arms around me.
His warmth was what I'd miss most. Other than him, himself
The tightness of his hold on me was so comforting... that it almost seemed unfair how understanding he was acting for someone like him.
After several minutes of being embraced inside of that warmth I'd become so accustomed to; I realized that I'd have to leave soon, or else I would have gone through with my impulses and stayed there forever.
And so; with one final kiss,
I was gone.
It's been a little over a year now since it happened.
Regardless of any last lingering feelings, I'm happy.
I no longer have to see the people around me get hurt anymore.
No more reckless, pointless fighting with gangs, or hearing about the people who dared mess with the ones fighting ending up in hospitals, and sometimes even worse...
I had the love of my life by my side. Keeping me company, making me laugh and smile... even with his unexpected perverted tendencies. He just absolutely loved to tease me... And that warm smile of his never left his face. Not even for a single moment.
He'd introduced me to so many places and cities, trying new and exciting or even not so exciting adventures... While it was only him and I together forever inside this floating fortress I've grown to love as my new home.
I didn't need anything else.
The past was all behind me. Said and done.
Nothing could change that.
That is... until the day the Colorless king pulled the trigger that erased it all.
Before I knew it, the past that I had tried so hard to forget came rushing back, quicker than ever before.
The fighting,
The risks,
The pain,
... Everything.
So when I received that life changing video of the Colorless king, I was absolutely certain that my normal life was about to crumble.
Because on the receiving of that trigger wasn't just any regular person.
It was Tatara Totsuka
A beloved friend not only to me... but to no one other than the short fused Red king himself...
Mikoto Suoh.
Labeled as the most violent out of all seven kings, and the one whom I left behind.
The one I loved.
If this alone wasn't enough of a stressful situation,
Then how about the fact that the Colorless king now possessed a new body?
And it just happened to belong to the mysterious Silver king, Adolf K. Weismann...
Also the man that I am currently in love with.
He has been rejected from his own body and now occupies a new one.
And which body is that you ask?
None other than the one that looks like he killed Tatara.
Of course I'm not completely sure about that, since I wasn't there at the time to witness it.
Still I knew everything about that man, enough to see what kind of person he is just through his personality.
And the instant he flashed that carefree smile of his on the public city streets, it all started to make sense.
While I wasn't there to witness the change, when the Colorless king took over him, I knew the moment I returned to that blimp that something wasn't right.
He was talking crazy and acted a lot more jumpier than usual.
And once I looked him dead in the eyes, I saw it... The Colorless king appeared in one of his pupils and nearly took over my body as well.
In a panic I faced my head away and demanded an explanation. Little did I know that that one simple action saved my own life.
It was then that he began to sputter all of this crap about how he had planned to rule over the entire world and eventually become the one and only king.
But there was only one thing I was worried about.
If he was now possessing Adolf's body... Then...
Where was he
During it all I was still pretty disoriented. The Colorless king's voice was not only loud, it sounded like nails scraping desperately against a chalkboard.
I managed to escape the scene before my head exploded from all his rambling.
And it was then that I felt at a loss.
I had no idea where my Silver king was. And the worst part was the fact that I had escaped to the very same city that I had originally left so that I could be with Adolf.
Not only was I confused... I didn't know where to start looking to find him.
That's if, he was even still alive.
I had mentally slapped myself for even considering that fact before pulling myself together again.
No. He was alive. I could feel it.
Then I realized that wasn't the only reason for why I was staying here.
The Colorless king needed to pay.
Not only did he steal the body of the man I love,
But he killed Tatara.
Someone whom I loved dearly and cared about with all my might.
My best friend.
And with that, a new resolve formed inside of me.
Once I found the Silver king, the Colorless king would be next.
Although I wasn't quite sure what I'd do once I faced this evil man, there was something else that had been bothering me even more.
I would have to face my past as well.
Something I hoped I'd never have to do.
Not long after the night Tatara was murdered, I encountered someone by the name of Yashiro Isana. A boy a little younger than I am somewhere in the streets of the city.
It took less than a second to realize it was the same body that the Colorless king had possessed, but there was something...different about him.
Instead of having a frightening psychotic glint inside his eyes,
He had a carefree, almost dopey smile across his face. One that seemed all too familiar. His mannerisms, the way he walked and spoke were also uncannily similar to someone that I knew...
Then it hit me.
This boy was Adolf K. Weismann. There was no mistake.
Somehow or someway he had managed to switch bodies, or maybe at least his consciousness with the Colorless king.
And if it really was him...
Then he was in serious danger.
From the looks of it he had no recollection of what happened between him and the man who stole his body away; or any real memories at all for that matter. It was all very confusing. How could he possibly remember his new name and his new life...but not remember his previous one?
Whatever the reason, I knew that the next few days were going to be a real bitch and half to deal with.
But I had no choice.
It was time to take action.