Well, basically, I was depressed about the complete and utter lack of MikoTotsu in the world, so I decided to try out one of these 100 Theme Challenges, and this is the result. This is only Part One because I figured that posting all 100 themes all at once would be too much.

So, I hope you enjoy! I'm really happy with this.

Disclaimer: I do not own [K] or any of its characters.

1. Birth

It was almost funny, the way one dropped bag of pretzels in the middle of a lonely convenience store marked the moment when Tatara Totsuka's life changed forever.

2. Enthusiasm

As the boy's eyes widened and his expression split open into a wide grin, Suoh Mikoto couldn't help but stare at the intense look of admiration that simply glowed on the youth's face.

"You're gonna be amazing one day! Like a king or something!" he gushed, and even though it left Mikoto utterly baffled, he still somehow found himself giving this kid his phone number not even ten minutes later.

3. Love

Tatara Totsuka drifted through life, never really attached to anything or anyone, but now, as he gazed at his king, so radiant, so breathtaking, he couldn't help but embrace this warmth that flooded through him like never before.

4. Hate

Sometimes, he found himself filled with such self-loathing: what had he done? Had he forced this fate onto him? And now that it was too late, he was too weak to do anything but stay by his side. How could it ever be enough?

5. Triumph

'Victory,' he thought, unable to hold back a small grin as he stealthily observed the ever so slight upward curvature of Suoh Mikoto's lips while the redhead sampled the box lunch he had prepared: the first time he had ever been responsible for his King's rare smile.

6. Feel

"Mikoto, I have bad news…"

And it was with that one phone call that everything was driven home to him: Why he had spent so much time alone, shutting himself off from the world around him-because even the numb feeling that came from closing his heart to everyone was better than this icy clawing inside of his chest that threatened to rip him to pieces at any moment.

7. Wrecked

"Aaah, what did you do to yourself…?" Totsuka questioned with a sigh, crouching down in front of Mikoto where the redhead sat on the couch, taking his face in his hands and letting his cool fingers run over his cheeks, frowning at the bruises and cuts that covered them. "A fight is one thing, King, but you have to know when to stop before you wreck your body… Otherwise, you'll hurt the people who care for you, too." His voice was soft and sad as he spoke, and he pressed a soft kiss to one of Mikoto's cheeks.

"…I'm sorry."

8. Soft

Totsuka shivered at the feeling of large, calloused hands moving slowly up and down the skin of his back, and he sighed contentedly, shutting his eyes as he leaned his head against Mikoto's chest.

"You're so soft…" Mikoto murmured quietly, his voice a gentle whisper against Totsuka's sensitive earlobe.

"You love it," the brown haired man teased with a smile as he glanced up at his king.

"I do."

9. Cold

Mikoto looked down with a start as a cold hand was slipped into his own, the difference in their body temperatures making Totsuka's slim fingers seem like they were absolutely freezing.

"You're always so warm, King," the cheerful man cooed with a smile, snuggling against the Red King's arm as they made their way down the sidewalk, light flakes of snow falling around them. "It's impossible to be cold when I'm with you."

10. Without

Suddenly, all of the bubbling emotions within him were struggling to get out and overtake him. He missed that cool wave of serenity and comfort that that person was always able to summon and wrap around him like a security blanket. Without him, it was as though everything inside of him was threatening to rip him apart. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't think.

"What am I supposed to do without you…?"

11. Inspiration

"What are you doing now?"

"I'm into painting right now!" Totsuka's laughing voice responded to him. His hair was tied back by a bandana and he had a paintbrush behind his ear, another one in his hand, pulling long, slow strokes across the canvas in front of him.

"Yeah, but what?" Yata questioned, tilting his head to the side. "There's so much red, it's hard to tell."

"Well, how could it be any other color when red is so inspiring…?" the older man responded, still smiling as he glanced over at their King, flopped on the couch as usual.

12. You

Mikoto awoke with a start, his eyes darting around the room, breath hitching in his throat with a slight air of panic. It took him a moment to realize that the wasteland from his dreams was only that—part of a dream. From behind him, cool arms wrapped around his shoulders and soft palms brushed against his cheeks and forehead, and he shut his eyes at the touch.

"You…" he breathed, relaxing as the familiar scent of Totsuka filled his nostrils.

"Me."

13. Confused

"What are you doing?"

"Haha, just bear with me for a moment and don't take your blindfold off, King."

"Totsuka, I—"

"Ta daaaa!"

Totsuka removed the bandana from around Mikoto's eyes with a relish, and the Red King gazed down at the table in front of him with a blank look on his face. Before him was a plate of thinly sliced meet garnished with ginger and onions and soy sauce on the side.

"This is…?"

"Basashi! You wanted some, right, King? Well, ta daaaa!"

14. Affection

Totsuka nuzzled against Mikoto's face, his arms wrapped around the larger man's shoulders, holding him close. He kissed the redhead on the cheek once, and then again, and then again, covering Mikoto in kisses until the Red King took his face in his hands, holding him still.

"You're feeling affectionate today."

A warm smile.

"I am!"

15. Joy

Totsuka was horrible on a skateboard. He really was. Yata wasn't lying when he said the brown haired man was hopeless. But still, every time he saw that look of unbridled joy on his vassal's face, his heart couldn't help but skip a beat.

16. Horror

Totsuka. A pool of blood. Dead. Not breathing. He was dead. This couldn't be happening. It shouldn't be happening. How was it even possible? He wanted to scream. He wanted to destroy this image from his nightmares, but it wouldn't go away. It followed him and it chased him until he thought he would go insane. It couldn't be real. It couldn't be, but that only made it all the more terrifying that it was.

17. Acceptance

The realization of it dawned on him one day, as he gazed at his slim figure while he stroked his guitar and the perpetually smiling face attached to it. He loved this person. He loved him so much, and he wanted him more than anything he had ever wanted in his life. And he found that he was perfectly alright with that.

18. Sympathy

No matter how many people surrounded him, no matter how many people were drawn to his side, Suoh Mikoto was always alone. His position as the Red King separated him from everyone, elevating him above them, building a wall between him and them. Tatara Totsuka saw this, and it tore at his heart. He hated that Mikoto was always alone, and he hated even more that he couldn't do anything for him.

19. Holding

Mikoto would never forget the first time he held Totsuka in his arms. They had been sitting in Kusanagi's bar, just sitting, as they normally did before HOMRA became a big deal. Totsuka caught his eye, and he just found that he wanted to touch him. Hold him. And so he did.

20. Defeated

"I don't want to."

"Please?"

"No."

"Pleaaaase?"

"No."

"Come on, what's so bad about photo booths? I want a picture with you! Come ooon, for me?"

Mikoto stared, unwillingly, into Totsuka's hopeful brown eyes, the eager smile on his face, and sighed.

"…Fine."

And thus ends Part One. Parts Two through Five soon to follow.

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