Warning: May contain too much angst / character death and strange weapons of war. Also it's not proof-read so possible grammatical errors.
Summary: After the Silver and Golden King desert Japan, it reverts to a nation of war. Other countries battle it out to conquer this land of advanced technology and wealthy human resources. Homura and Scepter 4 work together to protect Japan and its independence, but there is an extent to what they can accomplish when they're up against the rest of the world...
This is Part 1. Part 2 will be coming soon.
Pairings: Saruhiko-centric but with Reisi/Saruhiko and SaruMi, if you squint hard enough for the latter.
A single drop of crimson hits the cracked cement.
A scream pierces the air but is quickly lost amongst all the other shouts.
A soul is enveloped in darkness, this time for eternity.
The past few weeks had worn out everyone on Team Homura and Scepter 4. No-one had expected the extent of the destruction, nor the firepower the other nations possessed. It overwhelmed them, even with the power of two Kings. The torrents of insurgents that poured through the city had long ceased, leaving only the two Kings and their clans to defend their home, and their country. At first neither side could find the compatibility with the other, their personalities and goals had been too different, however that quickly changed.
On one of the first days of the sieges a cascade of missiles were sent in. At first the fierce auras of Homura and Scepter 4 were enough to dissipate them in one go, they became nothing more than annoying flies. No-one took them seriously, only until it was too late. Life had a strange knack of throwing unexpected disasters at the worst times.
Just as they finished the days work, Saruhiko looked up to the darkening sky. He hadn't seen that grand sapphire since the first armies arrived. Even during the day, the sun could only peer through the dense clouds that obscured the sky. A ray of light streaked into Saruhiko's eyes causing him to drop them back to the ground. A distant rumble. Was it going to rain? Then it hit him, something was wrong. Shooting his vision upwards he saw what had reflected the light. It was the tip of a missile.
"MOVE!" Saruhiko exclaimed, in a voice he couldn't register as his own.
All eyes fell upon him, before each realised what he meant. Was it too late?
Mikoto's fiery crimson aura roared towards the missile, but it dealt no damage. The Red King's eyes narrowed. Grabbing his second-in-command with one hand and Anna with the other, he called for his men to follow him out of harms way. Reisi had already ordered most of his men back to their combined headquarters but several Homura and Scepter 4 members were still scrambling over the ruined buildings.
Saruhiko had been standing right in the middle of a previously formed crater so he ended up being one of the slowest. The adrenaline, or was it fear, pumped through his veins. He wasn't going to let it end here. The surge of energy powered him up the side, sped him faster than his usual pace towards safety. He only hesitated when he looked back to see the few figures that still dotted the ruins. The missile was a mere few meters above them. They weren't going to make it.
For once in his life, Saruhiko prayed.
x
Several days after the incident, Saruhiko was sitting on Reisi's bedside, watching the steady fall and rise of its occupant's chest. The Blue King was still unconscious. At the last minute Reisi had turned back in an attempt to rescue those left behind. Saruhiko had watched in horror but unable to do anything. The flash of the impact temporarily blinded him, the explosion deafened him, all he could feel was the tremor of the earth beneath his feet. As soon as the blinding light subsided, Saruhiko rushed back to where he had last spotted his superior as well as the others. He could hear the shouts of his beloved Misaki, but he couldn't hear any words. Something broke the moment he found them under the debris. If anything Saruhiko could say that Reisi's shattered glasses resembled his heart. The Blue King had protected his men and Misaki, but he couldn't protect himself.
Saruhiko noted that the white-washed sheets didn't match Reisi's navy hair, nothing in the room suited this man, aside from his right-hand who had fallen asleep on the other side of the bed. Seri had been outwardly distraught, much to Izumo's surprise and his own distress. She was right behind Saruhiko, who diligently pulled out the two Scepter 4 members and Misaki away from the injured Reisi. The moment she arrived she fell to her knees and cradled Reisi's figure in her arms. Saruhiko swore that tears dangled precariously at the edge of her eyes, threatening to overflow. He, on the other hand, could only stare at the bloodied man, his whole being was frozen, except for the loud thumping of his heart. It was crying out for the older man, he opened his mouth, but nothing came out. Only once he heard Rikio's calls to the slightly injured Misaki Saruhiko snapped out of his haze. Why was he so worried about Reisi? Shouldn't Misaki be top priority? Slowly stretching his hand towards the brunette, Saruhiko tried to regain himself. However the brunette didn't even look back, instead he rushed forwards towards Mikoto, his King. That's right. Misaki had long replaced the Saruhiko in his heart with the Red King. Saruhiko should be feeling distraught, but somehow all his sorrow had merged with Seri's, they were for his own King. Somewhere along the way his substitute for Misaki, Reisi, had overthrown the original and became the object of Saruhiko's strange love.
Gently placing his own hand on top of the unconscious figure's pale one, Saruhiko interlinked their fingers and smiled. It wasn't his usual smirks or maniacal grins, it was filled with regret and remorse. He was an idiot. He couldn't realise his own feelings, nor treasure the one he loved. Was that why Misaki left him? No, he had turned his own back on Misaki, but he'd just been denying it. What he really sought was his own place, which he finally found. With Reisi. His free hand tightened into a fist.
The Blue King's eyelids fluttered. Saruhiko blinked twice and untangled their fingers in a haste. As the life returned to the older man, Saruhiko slipped silently out of the room, leaving the door ajar behind him. After a few moments, he could hear the exclamations of delight from the woman dubbed the Cool Queen. Looks like Reisi was going to be fine.
As he turned and left, only one thought ran through his mind.
Next time, he will be the one to protect his King, his precious beloved King.
Note: I'm sorry! ;n; This suddenly turned into a Reisi/Saru fic. I have no idea why, I just kind of non-stop typed for 20 minutes and this is I got this outbreak of Reisi/Saru feels.../shot.