Disclaimer: The characters in this story are owned by GoRa and GoHands I do not claim them as my own. This story is just a product of my imagination and is apparently not a part of the main story. I wanted to write something about Reishi and Mikoto's past before they became Kings. Well, the drama CD, Radio drama plus the episodes of K project inspired me to do this. This is the first part. I hope you enjoy this. By the way, they are my number one pairing but I also like SaruMi. XD I love K project in general! :D

[Currently in the process of editing this, sorry for not updating for a long time]

Prologue

The sun, with its bright rays, its patches of light, painted the sky with a dull rusty red color. It was five in the afternoon and the sun was beginning to be engulfed by darkness as night loomed. The breeze was starting to cool, but he was still there at the student council office waiting for him. It had always been this way, no matter how hopeless it seemed; he still waited for him. It didn't matter whether it would be dark soon. All he wanted was to see him, take a closer look at him, and just be with him for a brief moment.

Reishi treasured this rendezvous; every second, half second of their meeting meant so much to him; with every minute that passed by, with every drop of sand that trickled down the hourglass, the more vivid the thought of him became. The image of him, the mere thought of him in his head felt so real to him. When this happened his heart caved in a little. He would often think how preposterous it was for him to behave like this.

The windows were opened and the drapes danced with the wind as he was thinking about him. He leaned on the side of the windowpane, head bowed, eyes closed trying desperately to calm down. The anticipation was too much to bear, the tension that came with it gnawed on him like a beast. He crossed his arms across his chest and walked to face the window. He leaned forward; his hands clutched the sides of the window and closed his eyes. The wind cooed. It whispered to him, and took over his senses.

How I wish I could drift away right now.

Waiting was painful, but it sufficed. Not everything can be done in the blink of an eye. It was something that made this little adventure we call life interesting. In a certain point in our lives, we experience something wonderful. Wonderful things always came with the ache of waiting. Timing was everything. But it was the limitations that tore people apart.

The door slowly opened. The creaking sound of its hinges was as soft as a whisper, so soft that Reishi wasn't able to hear its rasp. He was oblivious to the person that sauntered towards him. That person's steps were light. He took time with each and every footfall, carefully planting it so that Reishi would not notice. Reishi opened his eyes and tightened his grip on the side of the window. He was still oblivious that there was someone there with him; stuck in his reverie. It was rare for him to be like this. Or was it because he had waited too long? The sky was now splotched with a dull red color. Minutes from now, sunshine would fade away.

The person sauntered towards him, hands inside his pockets. He stopped when he was close enough to touch Reishi. For a moment the both of them just stood there in silence. Reishi's mouth opened. He was about to say something when the figure slipped his arms around his waist, hugging him from the back; pulling him against him. The figure nestled against Reishi's shoulder, making him twitch at the sharpness of the other's chin. It excited him nonetheless. Closing his eyes as he basked in the other's warmth, the other's tightening grip made him weak in the knees.

"Suoh."

He lifted his hands from the windowpane to hold on to Mikoto's wrists. He held them tightly. He turned to Mikoto. Facing him now, his eyes were full of longing and sadness. Trembling, he leaned in to kiss him. Mikoto trailed his fingers on the line of Reishi's nape up to the back of his head. Grabbing a fist full of hair, Mikoto pulled Reishi against him as he opened his mouth to bite the side of Reishi's face. He sucked the thin flesh, and then bit Reishi's lower lip. Reishi stuck out his tongue ready as always. The flick of tongues and the wet slosh of mouth against mouth made Reishi's heart constrict. The aggression in Mikoto's kiss made him hard between the thighs. Mikoto grabbed him and pushed him to the wall. The wind blew harder. The quivering branches sounded like a lullaby, filling the room.

"Nn…"

Reishi cupped Mikoto's face. He pulled him, responding with the same force and aggression. Mikoto ran his fingers through Reishi's hair. He played with the tufts, tightly holding the tresses as he pushed Reishi's face closer to his: nose-to-nose, tongue to tongue. As he was kissing Reishi, he slipped his free hand inside Reishi's shirt. He felt Reishi's cold skin against his palm; he felt the contours of the other's abdomen, feeling it flex underneath his touch.

Reishi trembled. He waited long and hard for this moment. He craved for him, it was obvious from the way he snaked his slender arms and grabbed Mikoto's head as he pulled him close—close was not close enough though. Mikoto pulled back, breaking their kiss with a crackle. Reishi opened his eyes, slowly lifting his heavy eyelids. He looked at Mikoto with drunken gaze and flushed cheeks. He wanted more. Mikoto grinned. He took away Reishi's glasses. He wanted to see the other's violet orbs closely and see his own image reflected on them. When he did that, Reishi immediately regained consciousness. He backed away, knocking his back against the wall. He held on tightly to his glasses so that Mikoto wouldn't be able to take it off.

"What are you doing? I can't see you properly without my glasses!"

Mikoto didn't respond; he just looked intently into Reishi's blazing eyes. He gently cupped Reishi's face with both hands, leaned in, closed his eyes and licked the side of the other man's lips. Reishi's heart skipped a beat. It turned his stomach into knots; it made his head dizzy. He was surprised that blood rushed to his cheeks painting it redder. The part where Mikoto licked burned.

"I want to lick you all over Munakata." Mikoto whispered, nuzzling his cheek against Reishi.

Reishi furrowed his brows. He was stripped off of every fiber of control he had. His usual cool and confident demeanor was overcome by his feelings for Mikoto. His whole body burned for him. It had always been like this. Embarrassed, Reishi lowered his head sheepishly; his mouth pressed in a tight line, hands clenched on Mikoto's shoulders. Mikoto looked at him, fascinated. Chuckling, he kissed Reishi's forehead sweetly. Reishi raised his head and looked at him with a slightly opened mouth. At this sight, Mikoto felt a surge of desire well up within him. He couldn't resist, he had to kiss Reishi again.

Reishi twined his arms around Mikoto's neck. In response Mikoto lifted Reishi's shirt preparing to take it off. But before Mikoto could get on with it, He whispered, "Munakata… Let me do you."

Reishi's stomach twisted. He was taken aback; this was the first time Mikoto asked for something like that. He pulled away from Mikoto's grasp, fixed his uniform and with a somber expression said, "That's enough for today".

Mikoto clicked his tongue.

"You don't look like you mean it."

Reishi walked passed Mikoto and took his things with him.

"Didn't you hear me? Munakata?"

"That's enough for today." Reishi said with finality, this time loudly. He walked towards the door with heavy footsteps. Mikoto followed him with an annoyed expression on his face. When Reishi was in front of the door, he grabbed the doorknob. But before he could open it, Mikoto pushed the door shut. The shrill click made Reishi jolt. He clenched his hand.

"Stop it." Reishi heaved, turning to face Mikoto.

Mikoto leaned in closer, his right leg in between Reishi's parted legs. The brush of Mikoto's skin made Reishi flinch. Sweat ran down his forehead as Mikoto breathed against his ears. Closing his eyes, he could feel the other man's warm breath. The distance between them was close to zero but he felt sad. Distance didn't mean anything if one was in doubt of the other's feelings. No matter how they may do this over and over again, Reishi would never be at ease. And so he always ends up hesitating like this, even though he wanted him so much.

Reishi felt Mikoto's right leg between his thighs. Mikoto leaned in a little closer; large hands pinned Reishi to the door making him unable to move.

"Don't you runaway from me." Mikoto drawled as he pressed is lips against Reishi's flustered ear. A gust of wind came out of his lips. The air burned Reishi. It made the hair at the back of his neck stand on ends as Mikoto licked and bit it. When Mikoto was finished, he grabbed Reishi's head, parted his hair and showered kisses on his neck. He liked the soft flesh in a way that made Reishi stiffen then melt at the wetness and the warmth of his tongue. Knowing how much Reishi was reacting, and knowing he himself couldn't hold back, he grabbed him and whispered again with obvious delight, "Ha.. You're delicious… Munakata." Mikoto's voice was dripping with lust. He had always been like this when he touched Reishi. The need to be close to him, the need to touch him always overwhelmed him. It had always made him crazy.

Mikoto was an impulsive man. He had always been violent and rebellious, thus these had always been his usual unreflective actions. Without rhyme or reason blood would rise to his head, but now, the only thing that welled within him was the need to be with Reishi. Now, the only thing that he did without rhyme or reason was his uncanny desire to possess Munakata Reishi.

Reishi felt dizzy. Mikoto's touch and kisses always intoxicated him. He had never tasted alcohol. But he knew that intoxication was like this: you will feel your legs go numb; you will feel the alcohol—in this case love—run through your veins. It will make your eyes heavy; it will make your heartbeat erratic and uncool. But you would still drink the beverage to the last drop because you liked the rush, you like the feeling of invincibility, the feeling of infinity that came with it. You cannot fathom why alcohol had this effect even if you tried to. Science may explain, but it would still seem surreal as you feel it yourself. It would still seem unexplainable. This was how it felt for Reishi. No matter how he tried to understand how Mikoto affected him, he still couldn't. The number of books he had read about the matter couldn't make him understand the feeling that overcame him whenever Mikoto was near. What was worse was that, Reishi was a very controlled man. Religious to his lists and schedules, he was a man who was not easily swayed, but when it came to Mikoto, every fiber of control and rationality he had always disappeared. He couldn't help but submit to him. Always.

Now that Reishi was again in this hullaballoo of wanting and not wanting, he clung to Mikoto's mouth desperately. This was his usual answer to the tempest in his mind. When Mikoto kissed him, the sweetness of his lips and tongue always calmed him down, although it also made him lose control. Rationality overtakes him then. Reishi hated losing control. He needed to control everything. Hence, he would make himself believe that everything was under his control. Even if he was losing everything, even his mind over how Mikoto bit his neck, kissed it torridly and licked it with abandon, he still believed that it was all because he allowed him this little service.

Mikoto's hands slipped inside Reishi's pants.

"Stop…." Reishi crooned. He clenched his fist as he tried to free himself from Mikoto's grasp. But the way the other man was feeling him underneath the clothes made it difficult to resist.

"You're hard."

Mikoto loosened his grip on Reishi. As a response, Reishi stared at him, a bit bewildered. There was considerable space now between the two of them. This space—the fact that again they are far apart—made Reishi sigh as he leaned on the door.

"I hate that vulgar look the most. It makes my stomach churn." He panted. Reishi hated when he was too conscious of the distance between them. He hated wanting to bridge that distance and be close to Mikoto. Yet, no matter what, close was not close enough. He knew. It would never be close enough for him.

Mikoto paused, his eyebrows raised, arrogance apparent on his face. He stepped back, and pulled something out of his pocket; it was a box of cigarettes. He picked one stick and let it dangle on his mouth. Whenever he was overcome by an intense urge to make love to Reishi, he always, always, couldn't help not take out cigarette. He knows Reishi, being the Student Council President, would be against it, but it was the only thing that would calm him down.

"Do you still need to smoke?" Reishi spat; disappointed. Mikoto's smoking habit was one of the things that they both didn't agree on. They didn't really agree much on anything. Mikoto was stubborn. He never listened to Reishi's reproaches. Reishi too was firm on forcing him to stop the habit.

Mikoto ignored Reishi's comment as usual. He ignored the disappointment in his voice, the sulk in his tone. He opened his eyes, turned his head and saw Reishi pulling the side of his uniform, revealing some parts of his skin. Patches of light penetrated the room. For some reason when this struck his skin, it made him glow. It made him more beautiful than ever. This turned Mikoto on, making him want to smoke the whole box of cigarettes. Reishi was not conscious of his effect on Mikoto, unaware of how Mikoto restrained himself from lunging at him. Reishi walked up to get his glasses that fell on the floor. He bent his knees and knelt to get them. Mikoto walked towards him as he was rising and took the glasses from his hand.

"Let me wear them on you."

Reishi obediently stood there as Mikoto helped him put his glasses on. Mikoto just stared at him for awhile, looking at him more intently than ever. He didn't know he was capable of feeling such intense feelings; he didn't know he was capable of appreciating beauty until he looked into Reishi's beautiful violet eyes. It was such a disturbing color. It was of a deep blue that was bordering on violet. Sometimes, he was confused what his eye color really was. But we all either hate or love what we fail to understand. For Mikoto, he found himself loving the mysteriousness of Reishi's eyes. He loved the gaze that he often didn't understand.

"I love your eyes Munakata." He rarely gives Reishi any compliment. He was never one to bear his heart on his sleeves. Yet when it came to Reishi, all of his hesitations, all the restrictions he put on himself loosened. If this was how it meant to love, then love was danger in itself. To bear yourself open, to risk yourself like this was as if you were guiding a murderer's knife to your chest.

Mikoto's eyes landed on Reishi's uniform. In fact, he really did love him wholly. It's not just only his eyes; it was not only the air of mystery and incomprehension that attracted him to Reishi, it was all of him; even the fact that he revealed too much skin now. The way he fluttered his eyelids, the way he gaped at him when he was surprised, the way he just existed right there with him were only a few of his favorite things. These things had always been enough to make him believe that even if he was not worth anything, in Reishi's arms, he could become what Reishi wanted him to be. He could be Mikoto, simply Mikoto, not the delinquent, not the troublemaker Mikoto; just Reishi's Mikoto.

"You're revealing too much skin, I don't remember unbuttoning them for you."

"That's because you just came at me like a wild animal. Tsk."

Mikoto smirked.

"Ha.. But you liked it didn't you"?

Mikoto leaned in to kiss him again. Reishi was embarrassed. With a swing, he punched Mikoto, fixed his glasses and said,

"That's enough I said."

"So what are you doing to do with that"?

Mikoto pointed at a bump on Reishi's pants.

"Well you are not one to talk."

"Shall we?"

Mikoto smirked.

"What will I do with you?"

No secrets can be left unknown. While the two of them shared this moment, someone out there was patiently observing the both of them. He might not see what they were doing but he knew that there was something that was happening between them. The other guy lighted his cigarette.

Let my chest be clouded by smoke so that I could feel this pain no more.