(Hey there guys! Here's the sequel! Well, the first chapter. I figured I'd get this up to let you know I am actually doing a sequel. Thank you for reading my work and let me know what you think!)

Chapter 1

(Green. A green ocean. A green tree. A green field. Even the sky was green. Then everything turned gray and there was nothing but a pulse. A heartbeat. No, not a single heartbeat. Then the heartbeat grew louder, became steady and he knew it was his. His that he shared with It. It that gave him power. Power that he had no idea how to control. Then the beat stopped. There was gray and silent. Drop. A single drop. The drop in a pool of gray. The ripple started so small, so insignificant. The ripple grew, so slowly. Slowly the ripple changed everything it touched, but ever so slowly. Time was going by like a rocket, but the ripple moved like a snail. Touching and changing everything with its slow, steady, peaceful pace. A beat. A drop. A ripple. A change.)

Yata awoke, not suddenly. He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. He imagined that ripple, comparing it to himself. The dream with the ripple was the Dresden Slate telling him things. The Slate that had chosen him, Misaki Yata, as the fifth and Green King. What he had been told was the former Kings reign was nothing and Yata was the ripple that was going to change everything Nagare Hisui had left behind. It would be slow. It would piss him off. But he was chosen and there was no going back. Yata sighed, which turned into a yawn, and he stretched his small body then got out of bed. Throwing on a t shirt he opened his bedroom door and heard someone in the kitchen cooking.

"Morning." Yata grumbled as he shuffled to the kitchen table, his eyes squinting against the lights.

"Good morning, boss." Kamamoto replied while pouring juice for Yata and giving it to him.

"Stop calling me that, dumb ass." Yata replied with annoyance.

"But you're my King now." the young blonde replied with honesty.

"I may be a King now but it doesn't mean you have to change the way you talk to me cause you're my friend." Yata retorted, taking a gulp of his juice. "Where's Mikoto?"

"He left after you fell asleep last night. He said he had stuff to do with Yashiro so I don't think he's going to be around today." Kamamoto explained while he finished making breakfast and plated for Yata. Yata groaned in response. It had only been a couple days since the Gold Tower incident and Yata still felt exhausted even though he had slept for most of those days. The very first thing Yata learned was he had to control his temper. He learned this when they left the Gold Tower and Fushimi called him by his first name to tease him. When Yata yelled at Fushimi to shut up and went to punch him in the arm, bolts of electricity left his fingers and shot into the ground. Yata yelped at his new power and was too frightened to be near anyone when he saw how dangerous he was. It took the whole group (Mikoto, Munakata, Yashiro, Fushimi, Neko, Kuroh, and Kamamoto) half an hour to convince Yata that it was okay and he felt safe enough to go home. Yashiro allowed Mikoto to stay the night and next day with Yata, where Mikoto explained that Yata needed some type of safety net. Of course Kamamoto volunteered and there was Yata's very first clansman.

With the memories of Nagare popping randomly in his head and dreams Yata knew he actually had hundreds of "clansmen", they just weren't aware that a new King had been chosen probably because there wasn't really a Green Clan in the first place. Yata figured he would just ignore those people because he knew none of them would share his plans for the future of the Green Clan. Being led by Nagare, the Green Clan had basically been internet thugs. There were many shady things Nagare did and had his "clan" do and Yata did not want that to continue. In the very short time that Yata had been in this hidden King world he saw Mikoto wanting to do good for his people and he saw Munakata wanting order and justice for the city. Yata had no idea what his end goal for his clan was but he knew it needed to be something good like his mentors.

"So what do you want to do today?" Kamamoto asked between bits of his breakfast.

"I dunno... If Mikoto isn't going to be around maybe we can see how Saruhiko is doing." Yata replied, his voice giving away his uncertainty. Kamamoto shrugged in response and continued eating. Yata and thought. Being a King made him think about everything, which was probably the biggest change besides having a power that could kill in an instant. Yata hadn't seen Fushimi since that night at the Gold Tower. He thought it ironic that he and Fushimi had become Kings on the same day. What was even more ironic was not even two weeks ago Yata and Fushimi had battled, both with the intent to kill the other. Yata's mouth twitched as he tried to not laugh out loud at his thoughts. It was like the universe knew the two young men had once dreamed of doing great things together and somehow those things could actually happen. Yata took in a breath and forced himself to think of the present. He finished his breakfast and went to get dressed. He didn't know if he had to change his appearance now that he was a King but he didn't have much choice in the way of clothing at the moment. Yata choose baggy dark blue jeans and a black hoodie over the t shirt he was already wearing. He ruffled his hair to see if he could get rid of his bed head but put a beanie on anyway. Yata grabbed his skateboard but paused as he saw the sign on HOMRA. A sickening feeling of guilt and confusion hit him and he put his board back.

"We're taking your bike." Yata said to Kamamoto as he made for the door.

"But what about-" the rest of Kamamoto's question was cut off by Yata closing the door.

Ten minutes later the pair were walking through the doors of Scepter 4. Another laugh threatened to escape Yata as he thought about how many times he wanted to burn this building to the ground. They walked up to what looked like a service desk.

"We would like to see Saruhiko Fushimi." Yata said in the most polite tone he could manage.

"Do you have an appointment?" the man at the desk asked without even looking at them. This irked Yata and Kamamoto sensed Yata's tension right away.

"Uh... well, see... this is Misaki Yata, the Green King. He wanted to see Fushimi, the Blue King and we didn't think we needed an appointment for that." Kamamoto piped up quickly before Yata could say anything. The man's head snapped up at the mention of a King and he blushed.

"Oh, I am so sorry sir. I had no idea. The Captain's office is on the third floor, west wing. You can't miss it." the man's stature change from not interested into giving Yata his full attention and gesturing where the elevators were.

"Thanks." Yata grumbled with a roll of his eyes as he led Kamamoto to the elevators. A few minutes later they were standing in the open door of the Captain's (and now Fushimi's) office. Fushimi was concentrating on a file he was reading and didn't notice them until Yata knocked on the door frame.

"What?!" Fushimi snapped with an annoyed sigh before looking at who knocked. "Oh, it's just you. Finally I can take a break from this god awful reading." Fushimi said this with another sigh but one of relief. He dropped the file loudly on his desk and motioned for them to sit. "Close the door." he added.

Fushimi sighed dramatically as he looked at his two visitors. At least Misaki looked like how Fushimi felt.

"Being King sucks, huh Misaki?" Fushimi asked with a twinkling of teasing in his eyes. Yata narrowed his eyes at him.

"Haven't you learned by now to not piss me off?" Yata's eye flashed with annoyance as he growled at the new Blue King. Fushimi shook his lead lightly and chuckled.

"You're right, I'm sorry. But as soon as you get a cap on those powers, it's no holds bar." Fushimi said airily. "Anyway, how are you doing with that?" Fushimi asked.

"Well, I've mostly been sleeping honestly." Yata replied with a shrug.

"So you're taking the Mikoto route?" Fushimi said with the smallest of frowns.

"Well, yeah, I guess. I mean there isn't a manual on this whole thing and Mikoto is busy. Not that I really want to turn out like him." Yata added the last part quickly like he wanted to make a point. Fushimi clicked his tongue in response. "What about you?" Yata asked, looked at Fushimi.

"Well some people didn't like the change. Munakata is my Lieutenant now. Seri took up my former position but she put up one hell of a fuss. Honestly it's been more annoying learning how to be the Captain then to be the King." Fushimi replied with frustration and a roll of his eyes. "But is there a reason you're here or is it a friendly visit?"

"Uh... actually I have an odd question. From what I've... remembered, you could say... it seems the Green Clan actually has a ton of members. Figured I'd ask if you knew a way to handle that, or maybe Munakata did?" Yata explained all this calmly but his eyes gave away his concern. Fushimi frowned deeply.

"That doesn't match with what Scepter 4 gathered on the Green Clan." Fushimi started as he brought up his terminal and the files Scepter 4 gathered. "We saw ten... twenty at the most members when we were preparing for the Gold Tower incident." Fushimi brought up graphs and looked at Yata for an explanation.

"Huh. I suppose they would be good at cleaning up their tracks. I guess all of the members were really good with all kinds of technology and hacking and the such. I kind of think of them as an internet version of HOMRA, actually." Yata ended with an awkward chuckle and looked down at his hands that were in his lap.

"You have to let HOMRA go." Fushimi said suddenly, his tone becoming very serious and he ignored the conversation they were having. Yata's head shot up to look Fushimi in the eye. "I'm not trying to piss you off. It's something you really should do. You are the Green King now. You can't hold on to your old clan, it'll screw you up and in turn screw up your clan, the people that you now have to lead as King." Fushimi explained with the same serious tone, holding Yata's gaze. Yata had no response but the sickening feeling of guilt and confusion came back in an instant. He dropped his eyes to the floor and remained silent. Fushimi clicked his tongue and stood up to let his visitors out.

"Well, you're going to have to figure that our before moving on to other stuff." Fushimi said while opening the door. "Stop by anytime you want." he added as Yata and Kamamoto got up and both nodded their goodbyes.

Let HOMRA go? Yata thought to himself. He wanted to take Fushimi's words to heart but Fushimi left HOMRA so easily! Fushimi had no pride. That damn monkey only cared about himself, he could never understand how Yata felt or how he saw the world. Fushimi had no idea that HOMRA was his heart and Yata couldn't simply let his heart go. By the time Yata and Kamamoto made it outside Scepter 4's gates, Yata was fuming. He clenched his fists and his vision blurred with tears, his face hot with emotion. Before Kamamoto could do anything Yata slammed his fist into the stone wall they were walking by. A rather large hole exploded with electricity crackling the crumbling stones. Kamamoto jumped in surprise and tried to grab Yata's arm.

"Dammit!" Yata screamed, dodging his friends attempt to grab him and sprinting away and out of sight. Kamamoto watched him disappear, hopelessness covering his features.