A lone petite figure stood motionless staring into the night sky watching the dots of brilliant red disappearing into the pitch black starless sky.
"I have to act now, or he will be to far gone to save, "mumbled the figure to herself.
Spinning around, she began to navigate her way through the dense forest, making her to a snow covered clearing.
Debris littered the ground along with an occasional scorch mark, evidence of a recent battle. In the middle laid the motionless body of the third king, the red king, Suoh Mikoto. Blood seeped into the snow turning it crimson red, it's metallic scent filled the cold night air making Ayame feel sick. She made her way towards the still form of the red King, the snow crunching beneath her feet. Kneeling down beside him, Ayame stretched out her palms, placing them over his abdomen, where the blue King had impaled him with his sword. She could feel the last of his life force slowly seeping away. If she did not heal him now , he'd be gone forever. A green glow began to envelop her hands as she started to heal the red King. Her brows furrowed in concentration and her violet hues fixed intently on his wound as she put all her energy into healing him.
Slowly, Mikoto's breathing began to return to normal. A few hours had passed since Ayame had began healing him. Mikoto was now out of the woods, but his wound would still require some healing. Ayame estimated that it would take him at least a month to complete recover from that stab wound, and at least a year, or 6 months if he was lucky before his powers were completely restored. Standing up, Ayame let out a piercing whistle into the silent night, calling for her pet dog. Within moments, a Siberian husky emerged from the shadows, ice blue eyes stared curiously at the body beside it's master's feet. It stalked over to Ayame, sitting down in front of her, cocking his head as he looked up at her as if asking if she had any further instructions for him. Ayame signalled for him to get a hold of Mikoto's fur-lined jacket collar while she held onto his legs. Together, they carried Mikoto off of the island. Once of the island, Ayame flagged down a taxi to take them back to her apartment.
Back at her apartment, Ayame helped Mikoto out of his blood stained shirt, cleaning up the the dried blood around the stab wound. Ayame couldn't help but notice Mikoto's toned, chiseled chest, blushing at the sight of it.
After she was done cleaning Mikoto up, Ayame draped her covers over Mikoto's sleeping form, creeping out of her room once she had competed the action and shutting the door as softly as she could behind her. Once she got rid of Mikoto's bloodied t-shirt, Ayame settled down on her couch, closing her eyes and letting sleep envelop her.
Mikoto let out a grunt as he opened his eyes, lifting one hand, he tried to shield his eyes from the burning light of the morning sun. Once his eyes had adjusted to the glare, he looked around, taking in his unfamiliar surroundings. His whole body felt sore, and the place where the Blue King had stabbed him felt like someone had just took a hundred needles and pierced his abdomen with them all at once.
Mikoto's head snapped to the right as he heard the room door being opened, revealing a lady who seemed to be in her 20s with long black flowing hair and purple eyes. Her mouth slowly forming an 'O' when she saw Mikoto sitting up in bed. She quickly snapped out of her surprise, and replaced her earlier expression with a warm friendly smile.
"Ohayo! My name's Takashi Ayame! Nice to meet," greeted the girl cheerily.