Okay, so I'm switching it up. Going from writing about Kuroko no Basket to (Project) K. Huehue, I hope I'm not the only shipper of MikotoXShiro. Yes, I'm aware his name's Yashiro, but I like this little nickname. Deal with it. :c Warning: BoyxBoy love, rated M for a reason.
He woke, his clothes were damp and his hair clung wet to his forehead from sweating. His lungs began burning as smoke claimed the rooms oxygen supply. The heart monitors around the bed he was laying in were beeping sporadically from his increased heart-rate. Panic washed through him, his mind was blank, like a clean slate and the fear only grew as he eye traveled around the room he was in. He didn't know where he was, how'd he'd gotten there, or the events that led up to being placed in the facility he was now in.
What's going on? Smoke.
The laboratory alarms blared from the depths of the smoke that swarmed around his head, making his anxiety rise to levels that should've been impossible for someone to reach. His mind screamed at him to get up and move, to get out; but his body wasn't understanding the messages.
Get up damn it!
He yanked the tubes from his extremities, pulling himself up onto his side, he swung his legs to the side of the bed, they dropped like anchors on a ship causing him to fall from the bed and land on the cold hard floor. The loud smack that followed was the last thing he heard before everything went black.
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Damn, this fire wasn't supposed to spread like this. Not yet.
Mikoto shielded his face with the arm of his jacket and coughed through the smoke that rammed down his throat. He rounded the corner sprinting down the hallway, searching each window.
Where the hell is this guy?
He stumbled over an unconscious body, the half-burnt lab coat told him she was apart of the medical team experimenting on him. She'd suffocate from the smoke in a matter of minutes, with a shrug he continued on his way, stepping over fallen debris.
He'd made the mistake of working with Izumo and Kuroh, pyromaniac sons-of-bitches, he looked back the way he came, seeing the fire consume the walls at a rapid pace. He was near the end of the hallway coming upon the very last room, peering in through the window his eyes locked on a body collapsed on the floor.
He tried the door handle, with little give he reached behind himself pulling out a handgun, he took aim at the security box and shot a few rounds. The door opened easily and he stepped inside, the monitors were flashing and the tubes of liquids hung from the edge of the bed.
Smart kid trying to get out, not smart about just yanking those out of his arms though.
He clicked his tongue, bending down to pick up the white haired boy.
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Listening to the door open, he laid perfectly still as the clang of boots came closer. As the silhouette of a man bent over him he threw up his elbow connecting with the man's nose, he heard a crunch and felt a warm liquid spurt on his face and over his clothes. Panic rose in him as the man muffled his yelp and grabbed the collar of his white-stained red scrubs.
"Shit." The man's voice was a low growl. "Damn it, knock it off. I'm trying to get you out of here."
He hesitated in the midst of his struggle, listening to the man. His eyes adjusted and he could tell the man had red spiked hair, his piercings shining from the hall light. The man shifted his whole weight on top of him, his body flat against the ground, he was unable to move which caused a whole new panic to rise.
The man pressed a finger in his ear saying, "I've got the kid, Izumo. Best route to leave the building?" He paused, listening to the soft-choppy echoes of the voice coming from the redheads earpiece. "Okay, got it."
The man picked him up, throwing him over the shoulder. His body felt heavy and loose, and a sudden urge to throw up smacked into the back of his throat. He covered his mouth with both hands, swallowing back the excessive amounts of saliva.
"We're coming now." The man was talking to the earpiece, he bounced against the redheads shoulder as he jogged down the left side hallway.
Itai.
Sounds of feet shuffling sounded from the hallways in front of them. The redhead threw his hand in front of himself, snapping his fingers a red flame shot from his fingers as the first guard rounded the corner. His clothes caught fire, the guard dropped rolling on the floor and yelling.
"Fuck." the man groaned, his jog turning to a dead sprint.
They barreled through the exit door, winter air struck him withdrawing a gasp to the cold that blew up his shirt.
He listened to the loud sounds of sirens, a van pulled up in front of the two. The black door sliding open and a blonde appeared in front of them, he was smiling mischievously with a lit cigarette hanging from his bottom lip.
"Yo Mikoto~" The blonde sang, motioning for them to get it.
They did, and he slammed the door shut, tapping on the wall that separated them from the driver. The car lurched into motion, making all three of them sit down.
Mikoto...
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Mikoto set the boy down, wiping at his bleeding nostrils with a pain-stricken face. Izumo returned to his side handing him a white cloth.
"Well shit, who did that?" Izumo asked, Mikoto silently raised his hand to point at the boy. When Izumo's eyes nearly popped out of his head, Mikoto shook his head.
"I'm sure he didn't mean to, I didn't exactly make myself aware to being a good guy." He chuckled, tasting the blood pour over his lip. The adrenaline in his blood was starting to fade and the pain kicking his ass.
He looked at the white haired boy, blood was dried to his face it stained his pale skin. He ripped off a shred of his black t-shirt, sliding next to the boy.
"Wipe your face." Mikoto handed the unwavering boy the cloth and leaned against the back of the van.
"Thank you." The boy spoke for the first time, his voice steady, unaffected from what he could tell. Nothing like what he had expected, then again he didn't expect the kid to break his nose.
"We'll look at your nose when we get to the bunk Mikoto."
Mikoto nodded at Izumo, tucking his hands under his arms and closing his eyes.
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Itai…
He shot up grabbing the hand that was placed on his forehead, he thoughtlessly shoved the body away. In less than a minute he was pressed back, many hands on his arms and legs, he thrashed struggling under the many hands.
"Anna, are you alright?" The husky voice from earlier pierced his ears, a hand tightened around his throat choking him. Oxygen seeped from his lung, and black spots filled his sight.
A switch flipped. He fell silent, eased out his panic and focused. Three maybe four people held him down, one on each appendage. A smile spread over his lips, tugging at his cheeks.
"Creepy kid you guys picked up, he's smili—" He dislocated his arm with one solid yank, the pain was unbearable but it cleared his head, he half-heartedly screamed watching the four of the strangers faces ashen.
He sneered, bringing his knees up in their moments of hesitation they colliding with the huskier mans temple and four-eye's glasses flew from his face. The two on his arms were still in shock, he flipped from the bed his dislocated arm swinging freely and causing more pain.
He noticed the door on the opposite side of the room, a very angry Mikoto stood in his way, the red-head shielded a smaller child behind himself. He narrowed his eyes bracing his arm against his side. He grabbed his limb arm, shoving it back into place.
He yelped and swayed, his face hit the ground with a loud thud and he quickly realized he had fallen over.
"I-itai…" he whispered. All he remembered was the smell of blood, the sound of soft footprints, and a small hand pressed against his forehead again, then blackness.
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Mikoto knelt over the white-haired boy, scanning the boys face he noticed the large bruise forming on his upper cheek. His eyes drifted over the boys arm, earlier that morning he had asked four guys to back Anna up. He needed her to check to see if he was a serious threat, guess that answered that though.
"Mikoto." Anna's soft voice drew his gaze upward, she smiled slightly then continued, "He's not a threat to anyone but himself."
He cocked his eyebrow up in surprise, then nodded. Guess I was wrong about you Kid. What was his name anyway? Izumo hadn't told him before the mission nor had he thought to ask. He wanted to get in, burn shit, grab the kid, and get out.
Mikoto picked the white haired kid up and put him back on the bed that had been moved back to the side of the room. He sat on the edge of the bed then withdrew a cigarette from his shirt pocket, placing it between his lips he dug around for his lighter.
When he came up empty handed, he snapped his fingers and a red flame flickered from his finger tip. He was just about to light his cigarette when the boy moved behind him.
He craned his neck around looking at the boy who was watching him in return.
"Yo… What is your name anyway kid?" His voice deepened as his sense of dominance claimed him. The boy rubbed his shoulder, Mikoto shifted resting his leg on the bed now and facing the boy.
The boy paused, Mikoto watched a new emotion appear in the boys eyes then it was gone. Realization smacked Mikoto in the face, he could almost feel the real thing.
"You don't know your own name?" the boy stayed quiet, wincing under Mikoto's gaze. Mikoto blew out a breath he didn't know he was keeping in then dragged his hand through his hair.
"We'll just have to name him Mikoto." Izumo's voice filled the silence, the boy froze drawing further away until his back was pressed against the wall.
"I'm not the danger in the room." Izumo mocked, pointing at Mikoto. "This guy would've ripped out your throat had you touched Anna-chan~ You see Mikoto's bite is as bad as his bark."
"You're going to scare him Izumo." Mikoto snarled. Izumo chuckled, giving the boy a I-told-you-so look which irritated the hell out of Mikoto. He bit the cigarette end turning back to the boy. His eyes crept along the boy, his skin was pale but darkened by the dirt that layered it. His golden eyes filled his face, and his hair was so white it reminded Mikoto of snow.
"Yashiro Isana…" Mikoto tried.
A blush appeared on the boys face which tugged at Mikoto's groin.
What the fuck.
Oho ho c: I'll try to be a little more focused on my chapters this time around. I know I'm failing all of you that have read my other non-completed fic. I'll get it out asap. 3 –P
Also, who else still feels feels over the ending of this anime? -raises hand-