A/N: Hello there! I know I should be working on my other story The King's Prince and the next chapter is already finished and my beta is working on it so as soon as she finish it, I'll post it. So just a little while now.

About this story. I needed to get this idea from my mind and I actually kind of fell in love with it, so I decided to make it into a multichapter fanfic.

Disclaimer: I do not own K project or any of it's amazing characters.

Warning: This is not betaed. There's going to be a LOT of mistakes since English is not my mother language. Mpreg is actually something not everyone wants to do. And so I in the end decided it would be better to post it and maybe someone will be interested enough in it and will want to work on it with me. So if you're that someone, please just PM me, I will be waiting.

Warnings for the story: Mainly Mpreg

When We Ruled The World

Chapter 1 - Breaking

"Captain," the blond woman said again as she finally put the bag with food for captain down and crossed the room towards the man sitting in his chair behind the table, head propped against one of his hands. Blue bangs covering his probably sleeping face.

When she was in the middle of the room she suddenly felt his eyes watching her. She met his deep violet with her own blue eyes.

"Awashima-kun." He straightened in his chair, trying not to sound too out of it. She caught him sleeping. Again. He knew he looked like a mess, but that was really not his fault. He just wasn't feeling well lately.

"Captain." sighed his tall blonde subordinate. "Why won't you go home and rest. At least for today." He should take a long holidays according to her personal opinion. But her captain didn't care for her personal opinion. At least not to what concerned the matter of his health.

It has been three months since the incident at Ashinaka island. Three months since the Red King and Silver King had died. Three terrible months. Not only for the rest of Homra, that were left behind. She was not sure at the beginning, but she was sure now...the members of Homra were not the only ones left behind. And her captain took it hard. Far harder, then everyone expected. He wouldn't go home. Never. She could only imagine what memories were keeping him from his own home. He stayed here at the headquarters most of the time, but every day took a walk at the waterfront. Captain's been having trouble sleeping lately, hence her often finding him half asleep or asleep at his desk. And even this sleep won't let him rest. His pale skin and dark rings under his eyes were proof enough. She even noticed his uniform was not fitting him as good lately. He had to lose weight, since it's not possible for his clothes to suddenly get bigger.

"Awashima-kun, I appreciate your concern, but there's no need for me to rest. I rest enough at night." That same excuse again. Seri couldn't even remember how many times they were over this. She shook her head trying to understand, but not able to. Her captain's stubbornness was beyond her. She just wondered how long it will take before his life will be at risk. Because he looked worse every day. He failed to hide his deteriorating condition and others noticed. Not just her and Fushimi, they knew since that fateful day, but Hidaka and others asked lately and she just didn't know what to tell them.

"You should at least eat something." she presented him with the bag she brought in with her. "I brought ramen with chicken for you." She opened the container and the smell of contents filled the air. Reishi looked at it with distress, but nodded after a while. She handed him a pair of chopsticks and waited for him to start eating.

"Thank you Awashima-kun. I can eat on my own. Just tell Fushimi to bring me the report from yesterday as soon as he finishes it." Reishi dismissed his subordinate quietly and took first mouthful. Seri looked at him one last time and quietly left the silent room.

Reishi was able to eat almost all that Awashima brought for him. He was quite hungry after all. But only few minutes after he was pleasantly filled, his stomach gave a strange lurch and his insides squirmed painfully. He knew what was going to happen. As every other time, he quickly headed to his personal bathroom and went straight to toilet to empty the contents of his stomach again.

As Awashima instructed Fushimi ten minutes ago. The said one was now standing outside his commander's office doors, quickly becoming very irritated. He knocked three times already, but no response came. He clicked his tongue impatiently.

"Is the captain sleeping again?" Seri noticed Saruhiko's predicament and went to his side, pensively scanning the large doors. They both stood there for a moment before Awashima sighed heavily and pushed the doors open. As they entered the Blue king's office, he was nowhere to be seen. She first noticed half-eaten ramen laying on the table.

Fushimi grumbled uncomfortably and she turned to him with sharp eyes. He just motioned to the bathroom door not saying anything. And suddenly she knew why. The quiet sound of retching coming to them trough the wooden material. It was clear now, why the sudden loss of weight.

Seri was afraid now. That's why she thoughtlessly started for the damned door.

"I don't think this is a good idea." Fushimi said plainly.

She just stared at him, but stopped.

"I don't think he will appreciate you finding him like this." Her subordinate continued.

"But what should I..."

"Leave him be. Give him time to get himself together." Fushimi looked at her. "Then we will talk to him."

Seri couldn't believe her ears. Fushimi almost sounded concerned and that is something never happens. Finally she nodded. They both crossed the room to the two cushioned armchairs placed right in front of two great windows. Both quietly sat down and waited.

Captain Munakata emerged almost ten minutes later. He looked better then she expected to the extent possible. He was still pale and the rings under his eyes were still there, but he looked more focused then before.

His brows furrowed when he saw them sitting in his office, clearly waiting for him. Probably knowing what he has been doing for the last couple of minutes. He sighed heavily and crossed the room to his seat behind the table. Both of his subordinate's eyes boring into him the whole time.

"Did you need something?" The Blue king asked at least, clearly very uncomfortable in front of his subordinates, but trying to hide it. But then he noticed the folder in Fushimi's hands and remembered. "Oh, yes! Fushimi-kun brought me the report from yesterday, as I asked."

Saruhiko snorted at that and stood to give his captain what he requested earlier. As he placed the files before his king at the table, he leaned over more then needed and said: "You should get yourself together. Quickly."

Munakata just stared at him with his usual indifferent expression. "Thank you Fushimi-kun, for the report and your concern, I guess. But you should mind your own business." He scoffed at his bold subordinate, a clear sign he was not his usual self. Otherwise he wouldn't let Fushimi get under his skin so easily.

"Captain please." Awashima came beside her male comrade. "We want to help you. We know you are not feeling well. You don't sleep, don't eat and you lost weight. You're working yourself to death. We understand you failed to save the Red King, but with what you did, you saved a lot of people."

"You don't know anything." He said sharply.

Seri was taken aback for a moment, but quickly came up with a reply: "Maybe if you just talk to us, we would understand." Munakata didn't look at her, but didn't reply either, so she continued: "Sometimes talking really helps. I understand you lost a friend..."

"A friend." He laughed, pain evident in his voice, his eyes. "Tell me Awashima-kun, do you know what it's like to run your sword trough the heart of your friend?" He looked her in the eyes. "No?" He asked more calmly now. "Then try a very good friend." The Blue King was whispering now. "A lover." He paused. "And don't try to tell me time will heal these wounds, because I can't feel it right now."

Seri was stunned. And soon she realized, she was the only one. Fushimi didn't look surprised at all at their captain's statement. And she horrifyingly come to realization Saruhiko knew all along. She suddenly felt horrible for not understanding the true nature of the two king's relationship. The signs were so clear now, she felt like a fool for saying what she did.

"I don't want to tell you it gets better with time, because I know these scars never heal completely, but you have to move on. It's been three months and you only get worse."

"It's not like I want to."

"What?"

"I'm not some irresponsible brat Awashima-kun. My work is not affected and will never be. I want to get better. I just need more time."

"You just threw up a lunch."

"I never said there are no difficulties."

The heavy silence hung up around them for a while.

"Well, if that's all you two wanted, then leave me to my work." With that the conversation was over and captain started to go trough the report Fushimi brought him. Saruhiko turned and quickly left the room without saying anything. Seri looked at her captain one last time then left the room as silently as Fushimi did a moment ago.

***WhenWeRuledTheWorld***

"It is time."

"..."

"Red King, wake up."

"Wake up?"

"You are going to be a little disoriented, but it will pass."

"And You're...? I know your voice."

"I'm the Silver King."

"Ah. Yeah...I...died..."

"Yes and no...When you killed me, I temporarily made you my clansmen. Don't ask how is that possible, we don't have that much time. I am the Immortal King. And so are you for now. You healed under my aura, as did your own Red aura. The healing process is almost done and I need to return you to your own aura as soon, as it's completed. When you become the Red King again, I will lose this mental connection with you and you will be on your own. It will be like when you were chosen the first time."

"Like the first time?"

"Other Kings will know a new Red King was chosen."

"How can I be new Red King? Chosen again?"

"You were the best choice back then and that didn't change."

"How do you know?"

"I am the First King. I have a...connection with the Dresden Slate. Believe me, I know."

Mikoto sighed mentally knowing he won't be getting anymore answers on this topic.

"Where am I anyway?"

"With a friend. It's time. Goodbye Red King, I'm sure we will meet again."

And then the Silver King's voice was gone and his eyes were attacked with darkness, before he started to recognize colors and shapes. As his eyes slowly focused and he finally saw the darkened room, he noticed a person not too far from where he was laying. The person looked at him and smiled.

"Welcome back, Red King."

Mikoto looked at the Gold King and slowly sat up. "Hey." Come his usual greeting. "The Gold King personally." He looked up at the tall silver haired man. "So I really am alive."

"Yes, I believe you are."

"And I'm still the Red King?" Mikoto looked around, only finding he was lying in a medical room. Just some peeping machines, some respirator and so on. Nothing out of ordinary here.

"That you are too."

"Where is the Silver King?"

"He is where he needs to be. He didn't come back here yet, though I felt his aura a few days earlier when he returned. He is probably with his clansmen, reuniting."

"I should probably go and do the same with my clansmen."

"Yes. You probably should."

"So, thanks for your hospitality."

"You're welcome, Red King. I just hope you to do better with the second chance the Silver King gave you."

To that Mikoto smiled. "I can't promise anything."

***WhenWeRuledTheWorld***

It was late afternoon when the Blue King finally left his office for his daily walk. Awashima was sitting at her desk outside her captain's office, writing down the report form their early morning mission on the two strain dogs. She was tired, but was not willing to show it. Even thou her senses of a fighter were not dulled. She heard her king's doors open the moment the handle was pressed. He silently slipped out and closed the wooden double doors, meeting her eyes in the process. He greeted her by bowing his head a bit and without a word started for the door leading outside.

When he was halfway to the door, his movements were halted by an abrupt feeling of dread. This sudden burst of aura was familiar. Far too familiar as it went right trough his being. His knees trembled and his heart was beating mile a minute. No. He was not prepared for the new Red King. It would never occur to him the new king will be chosen so soon. It was far too early for him.

"Captain?" Seri went to her captain's side as soon as she noticed something's wrong. He halted his steps in the middle of a stride. His eyes were wide and his hands trembled a bit. "Captain, what's wrong?"

She breathed a sigh of relief as his eyes focused again, now looking at her filled with pain.

It took him a moment, but he finally found his voice again and answered: "Just now a new Red King was chosen..." And with that, he was out of the door only leaving stunned Seri and one unseen silver teardrop behind.

Seri knew this has to be one of the most difficult periods of her captain's life, but she was going to be there for him. She and the rest of his clan. With that thought she went back to her seat and dialed number she lately used so often.

On the other side of the town, a phone rung up in a deserted bar. It rung a few times, before a blond haired man picked it up.

"Yes?"

"It's me, Seri."

"Ah! Hello Mademoiselle. Good to hear you again."

"Yeah, you too, but...I just..."

"What is it, Seri-chan. You sound worried." Izumo switched into more serious voice.

"I just thought you should know...the new Red King was chosen."

"Really? When?"

"Umm, yes. Well, captain just found out."

"Oh." Izumo said, thinking about the Blue King. "How is he? Still the same?" The Blue King was still a bit of a sore subject for the remaining members of Homra. Izumo himself understood the Scepter 4 captain has to do what he done, Mikoto didn't give him much of a choice in that matter, otherwise they all would be dead by now. But still, he run their King through with his sword. Mikoto did have a strange relationship with the Blue King.

"No...not really. He's been very sick today and now this..."

"Is he still having trouble sleeping?"

"Yeah, I caught him sleeping today again and then he was sick...I'm worried Izumo."

"Why don't you come by? I will make your favorite drink and we can talk."

The line was silent for a while. Then finally Seri answered. "All right, I'll be there in thirty minutes."

"I'll be waiting."

And the line went off.

Exactly thirty minutes later, the bells at the door ringed and when he looked up, Seri was coming trough. Her hair down, dressed in casual clothes, but beautiful as always. Without a word she seated herself behind the bar in front of him.

"Like always?" he asked. To which she just nodded and he went to prepare her usual drink. As every other time, he was not able to surpass the shudder that went trough his body as he added the red bean paste to her drink.

As he laid her drink in front of her, he continued in their previous conversation right where they stopped. "You meant sick as sick? Like he threw up?"

"Yes, me and Fushimi tried to talk about it with him, but he practically brushed us off as always."

"Practically?" That particular word caught Izumo's interest. Accordingly to what had Seri told him till now, he never talked to her or anyone about his condition.

"Well it was...personal."

"Personal? Really? Your captain told you something personal? I can hardly believe that."

"Yes, very personal actually." She snapped at him a bit, but he knew he deserved it for his previous sarcasm. "I don't think he intended to, but..." She hid her eyes behind her bangs. "I'm such a poor second in command. Even Fushimi knew."

"Even Fushimi knew what?"

"I can't. It's not my secret."

"Seri, you know you can trust me." And he kissed her fingertips for emphasis.

She trusted Izumo. She loved him. And he became a great support to her in the last three months. "Captain...he killed his own lover." She actually sniffed. "I wouldn't be able to kill you, to even harm you. I can't even begin to imagine..."

Izumo didn't understand: "Why would he..." but then it downed at him. "Oh my god! You mean they..."

She looked at him then.

"You mean Mikoto and your captain?"

"Is that so hard to believe?" she furrowed her brows.

He just looked at her for a while. "No." He said at least. "When I think about it, it's not. Some things are actually making more sense now." He smiled at her and rounded the bar to sit beside her. He circled his arms around her and smelled her hair. "You know, he's going to be all right at some point. You just know now it's going to take some more time."

Seri sighed, but smiled a little. "I hope you're right."

-TBC-