The one who belongs to none part 1

Kobayashi's POV

Watching Kensuke was exhausting on a good day. With the headache building behind his eyes, Kobayashi couldn't deal with the other today. So when Inoue needed Kensuke for a job he left. As usual, Inoue didn't miss his departure but neither did he say anything. If he got into trouble the necklace phone acted as a tracking beacon.

So he spent his time wandering around the city. Despite his wishes of not getting attached to any one place, this city had become home. It was partially his own fault and mostly the fault of Kensuke. No matter how much he tried to push the other away, Kensuke stuck to him like glue. While Kobayashi still tried to kill himself, it wasn't four or five times a day. Now it was down to once or twice a day. More as a way to prove that he was still alive than anything else.

Kensuke always said, "If you felt pain it was proof you were still alive."

He didn't understand it until the first time he was hurt. It was only a prick of his finger but it was enough. He was still alive.

Without meaning to he had made his way to the abandoned amusement park. This was where Kensuke convinced him to join the Boys Detective Club. Where he met his first real friend. Not that he would admit it out loud to anybody.

Something was different about his walk this time. At first, it wasn't noticeable even to Kobayashi. The more he walked the more he noticed it though. A tugging sensation in his chest. With each tug, the pain in head grew. It was nothing like he ever felt before. The sensation was like something was calling him to another place.

Kobayashi looked up at the sky trying to ignore the pulling in his chest. The sky was changing from what he was used to seeing. It was changing from blue to black. The tugging got to The point where he could no longer ignore it.

A realization came over him. He shouldn't have come out here alone. Between his headache that was growing with each tug and the sky, even his dormant survival instincts were screaming at him to run. Then something in him snapped and he let out a scream as the world went black.

Tatara's POV

His idea to take Anna to the amusement park was working brilliantly. Despite his protests, Mikoto decided to come with them. So Tatara, Yata, Anna, and Izumo were walking through the amusement park.

Anna early on found a large toy that she wanted. It was a large black stuffed dog. The game was a ring toss. Yata was surprisingly good at the game and in the end, won her the stuffed dog.

From there they rode a few rides. Anna held onto him for dear life making his fingers go numb during the first ride. From there they had to take turns with who sat next to her. Not that any of them minded. Anna was their princess and they treated her as such.

Tatara was the nonviolent member who loved all of them. They were his family. Mikoto was always protecting him. Izumo was the strategist and the diplomat. If there was an issue with another clan Izumo took care of it. Yata was the Vanguard of the group, even when the others were relaxing he was watching. Always watching for the next threat to his family.

As they moved towards the next ride Mikoto suddenly stopped. His eyes scanned the sky suddenly. It was as if the king was searching for a Sword of Damocles. Tatara for his part was confused. Normally when someone with aura was nearby Anna warned them. She could see the auras of clansman and Kings.

Anna said as if answering his thoughts, "There is someone coming."

Mikoto asked not taking his eyes off of the sky, "A blue?"

She shook her head as she replied, "No. He doesn't belong to anyone but at the same time he belongs to all."

Anna was being cryptic as usual. She spoke in riddles when she saw things. Some of the things came to pass but not all of them. Some part of him knew this would come to pass. Not because of what she said but because of Mikoto's reaction. She "saw" it just as he had felt it.

Izumo looked up suddenly confusion written all over his face. He asked, "Is that a kid?"

That had all of them looking up in the direction. The seemed to be a person falling at incredible speeds. To them, it was a black blur. Trying to determine where if it was a person could have jumped from was impossible. There weren't any planes in the sky and it was too far from any of the rides or buildings.

Tatara called to his inner fire as he began running towards the falling blur. His aura was different from the others. It was meant to protect others, not to burn them. The other purpose was to calm Mikoto's beast. Only he could soothe it. While this person was not part of their family he couldn't stand by and do nothing. He could hear shouts from the others behind him.

The red butterfly that was his aura went to where the boy was falling. He was close to the ground now. If it continued any longer he would die from the impact.

When the red butterfly reached the falling person something odd happened. Instead of becoming a cushion around the boy it exploded. Red aura dispersed into the air in a way Tatara had never seen before. Even during a fight aura didn't disperse in such ways. It was almost as if something had ripped his aura apart.

Then the person in the black jacket hit the ground. It wasn't a sickening thud that Tatara was expecting. Instead, there was a loud boom and silence. Tatara finished racing across the grounds of the amusement park. He was almost certain there would be nothing left of the person. Even if the body was intact the soul would have left it. No one, absolutely no one, could survive such a fall.

He turned a corner to get behind the building where the person fell. To his surprise the black jacket and person were intact. It wasn't a jacket but a hoodie and the person had on cargo shorts. Even from this distance, Tatara could see the rise and fall of the other's chest. By some miracle the person was alive.

He rushed towards the person ignoring the footsteps behind him. Immediately he remembered the first aid classes he took a few years back. In HOMRA only he and Izumo had any first aid training. They were best suited to try and save this person.

The person was a male who looked no older than fifteen. He had white hair that fell into his eyes. With his eyes closed, Tatara was unable to determine the teenager's eye color. The more he looked at the boy though, the more he realized nothing looked broken. For a fall like that bones should have been sticking out or at odd angles. The boy's breathing should have been erratic instead of calm like he was in fact just sleeping.

Izumo voice said from behind him, "Tatara you can't run off like that. Is that?"

Tatara said reaching out to check the boy's pulse, "Izumo he's just a kid. I think Yata is older than him. Why would someone so young try to kill themselves?"

Just before he would have touched the boy something hit him in the chest. It wasn't a gentle hit like a fledgling aura. It was powerful enough to send him across the room. Tatara found it hard to breathe for a moment after that.

When he regained his breath he asked, "What in the world was that?"

Izumo was suddenly right next to him and hauling the smaller man to his feet. When Tatara sent him a questioning look all he could see was fear. It wasn't fear for himself, but the nonviolent member. Like everyone else in the clan, Izumo was extremely protective of Tatara.

The others were right behind Izumo it seemed. Yata and Anna came around the corner at a run. Once they saw Tatara was fine they visibly relaxed. Mikoto came next as his walk was slower than the others. Instead of seeking out Tatara, the red eyes went to the figure on the ground.

He said, "Totsuka."

That was enough for Tatara and he relayed what he learned, "He is a boy no older than fifteen. He has white hair but eye color is unknown. From what I could see without moving him he is unharmed from his fall. Though..."

For the first time in years, he hesitated on his next words. The last time he hesitated it was because of bullies putting him in the hospital. It seemed like a lifetime ago that happened. Back then he knew that one day he would serve Mikoto as a vassal. That Mikoto would one day be a King.

Mikoto's eyes narrowed at his hesitation and he asked, "What is it, Totsuka?"

Taking a deep breath Tatara answered, "When I reached to check his pulse a force attacked me. It knocked me back away from him."

"Aura?"

Even Izumo shook his head. He had seen it knock Tatara back. There was no color or even light with the attack. It was almost as if the air itself was protecting the boy. Any aura that was used had some kind of color to it. This included the Colorless King's aura. While it was called colorless it was in fact white.

Tatara pulled away from Izumo when he saw that the boy was stirring. Red eyes opened and scanned the room. The color was almost the exact same shade as their king's aura.

The boy said with a growl, "Tch. Damn, I'm still alive."

Well, the fact that he was awake meant that he was alive. Wait, what? Why would he not be happy that he was alive?

By the looks the others were trading it was obvious they had the same question. It wasn't unheard of for a King to kill themselves. Usually, this happened when they went insane due to out of control powers. Or that they couldn't handle the power given to them. From the sound of this guy, he belonged to neither.

The boy looked around noticing them finally. He asked his eyes narrowing, "Who are you? Where am I?"

Tatara moved closer to the boy ignoring the warning look that Izumo gave him. He said kindly, "I'm Tatara Totsuka from HOMRA. The blond with the glasses is Izumo. Then there is Mikoto, Anna, and Yata. What's your name?"

The white-haired boy said, "Yoshio, Kobayashi. Where am I?"

Tatara said with a faint smile, "Nice to meet you. You're at the amusement park. We saw you falling and came to check to see if you are all right."

The boy called Kobayashi shrugged as he replied, "I'm fine. It's not like I can die anyways."

He didn't know whether he should be surprised or not by that answer. It seemed the teenager was used to falling from extraordinary heights. What could make someone so callous about their life like that? It wasn't like anything he had seen before.