Here is a new story I thought up.

If you're an old follower and are curious about what I'm doing with my life, don't worry! I have not forgotten my unfinished stories. They will be finished soon.

For now I hope you enjoy this. Read and review

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

It had once been so peaceful, their life above the clouds. They watched the worlds below together and talked quietly. Before the two met, the angel with the hair like roaring flames had only one friend with whom he connected. Now he had this other angel, one so bright he outshined the sun; one so happy, he warmed the deepest, coldest caverns of the red angel's heart. One day the young man appeared in the celestial kingdom and attached himself to the red angel's side. At first the red angel did not react to his sudden companion, and just let the new comer follow him around. Then his friend tried to talk him away the naïve angel, Totsuka, smiled and said he would rather stay. It would all work out.

Then the red angel decided to keep him.

Soon other angels, lost creatures that had appeared in their world confused and frightened began to follow the three of them as well. The red angel soon became the red King of the red clan of angels. So named because their divine power, Damocles Energy, was bright red

However, factions in heaven were not uncommon and others became groups ruled over by other kings of various colors. Since God had long disappeared, angels had always been uneasy. Without their father's guidance and presence, they felt lost. They were befuddled. Everything seemed wrong and they had begun to lash out. This new faction system was believed to be the best. It was believed to keep the angels better in control and kept them from turning their clouded minds and feverish tempers from reaching earth. However, it did not last long.

One king, the colorless king for his celestial powers did not have need for a color, became ravenous for more power. He believed that the factions were dividing the power that he could have for himself. He decided if he could become the new god, then domination over all dominions would be his. Then all the power and control would be his alone as opposed to many hands of lost creatures.

Then the cycle of anguish began.

The air heated around the two angels. The slighter male's wings quivered behind his back. Once the warm air would have signaled summer on Earth and a hot sun beaming happily down on them; now it meant that another battle was taking place somewhere in their world above the clouds. The taller male, his hair like hot red flames tussled on his head turned to look at his companion and looked away towards a burst of light that built up over the horizon. He had had a feeling his men were part of the problem and as he watched the red bend around the blue power, his suspicions were confirmed.

"Why must there always be fighting?" his friend whispered staring over the clouds towards the source of his discomfort.

"There was fighting before. There will always be fighting." The red king grumbled, turning as the power died away. Sighing, he began to walk further in the opposite direction.

His friend followed close and reached for the sleeve of his clothing. "That was more like skirmishes. No one ever died before. Now…" He let go on the king's sleeve and turned back to hear the loud, offensive sound of an explosion. Blinding gold light filled the blue sky around them and disappeared before it reached the two angels standing away from the blows being exchanged.

A hand that always sent shivers despite the intense heat always surrounding its owner gripped his arm. Totsuka turned and looked up at his king. The man's face was blank as always, but his eyes reflected the ever churning emotions that tormented Totsuka. "Our men have fought bravely and have lasted a long time. They can take care of themselves. There is only one thing I worry about in this war."

"What?" Totsuka asked, turning to face the angel fully.

"You."

Totsuka glared. "I know I'm not a fighter, Mikoto, but I can take care of my-."

Soft lips touched his, silencing him. Totsuka froze under the kiss, but melted. The torment that had gripped him for the past weeks since the fighting first reached their faction vanished. "That's not what I meant," the King murmured as he pulled away.

"Oh," Totsuka looked up at the other man. He pushed his fingers to lace with his King's and smiled up at him when the man returned the gesture and gripped his hand tightly. "Then you'll have to protect me."

"I will. I refuse to lose you."

Totsuka had always felt their celestial city was open and free before this moment. Never had he felt so suffocated, so trapped. Yet he refused to show his panic. He stood before the other young man who stood staring coldly at him with red eyes. His hair was nearly as white as their cloud world, but much less pleasant. He swallowed and tried to smile. It had only been a chance encounter. He took a short cut when he heard the fighting down the street. He avoided the battles as often as he could. As soon as he stepped out of the alleyway, this strange young man appeared from an opposite direction.

"It's a pleasant day isn't it?" Totsuka said politely. Despite the fighting for the past month, the weather seemed to enjoy it. It had yet to rain in all this time.

"A pleasant day?" The man repeated, looking confused for a moment. He smiled unpleasantly; an ugly grin that told those that saw it of the intent behind it. "I suppose it is."

A flash of silver and a bang echoed throughout the night. Totsuka screamed as a burning venom shot through his body. A blue light flashed from his stomach where the bullet ripped into him. He fell back staring up at the blue sky so bright above him. He gasped and trembled, each movement shocking more pain through his system. His insides began to dissolve and drip from the entry point. A cruel laugh reached his ears.

"Totsuka!"

The world flashed in and out. Black cut off his sight like the shutter of a camera as it took pictures of the world he saw. Buildings came into view and red. He looked up to see his king no longer stoic. Totsuka hated the agony he saw replacing the usual bored expression. "Totsuka, what happened?"

"M-Mikoto-." Totsuka pushed his face into Mikoto's shoulder and closed his eyes. "So warm."

A tear ran down Mikoto's face. "It'll be okay," he whispered repeatedly pushing Totsuka closer into his chest. His voice trembled slightly, but Totsuka could tell he was forcing it to be level and flat as always. He smiled weakly.

"Y-You're right, Mikoto," Totsuka whispered reaching up through the pain to cup his king's face. He painted a sickly red over his pale cheek and winced. "It will be alright." He gasped, the black coming faster and staying longer as he tried to memorize every line of his lover's face. "E-Everything will be alr-."

"Totsuka?" Mikoto whispered as he felt the hand so cold and clammy fall from his face. "T-Totsuka? TOTSUKA?!"

"We fought well today!" A blonde angel gasped as he and the rest panted to catch their breath. He pushed his hair from his flushed, sweaty face and smiled. Blue clad angels unconscious and dead scattered around them. Their red power lingered over the scene in a faint residue. "Have yet to lose anyone." He muttered to himself.

"That's a lie," A shorter, red headed angel cried in rage. "Saru betrayed us!" He screamed kicking with all his might the unconscious body of an enemy angel beside him. "He fucking betrayed us."

The blonde angel winced, but turned away to allow the high strung angel to vent and scream. He knew beneath the fury there was only heart ache. He sighed and turned to a pair of angels standing together. One had long blonde hair the other had his orange hair messily spiked on top of his hair. The blonde was injured, but still alive. He clung to the other angel as he used the red power they were given by their king to heal him. He kissed the man's forehead and whispered soothingly as the blond winced.

He looked around and caught sight of a figure coming towards them. The shadow was disproportioned to a normal angel. It seemed to have two sets of wings. A usual, majestic pair and a smaller pair lower down his back. As the silhouette drew closer he recognized the red hair and realized it was their king carrying something. A few had turned to see the angel as well and all realized as a sickening stillness fell over them.

Mikoto approached carrying the limp, bloodied body of Totsuka. His rage was in his glowing red eyes, but his face was blank. A smear of blood running down his cheek completed the horrifying look of a creature poisoned by wrath. They all stared at the two fallen figures and felt anger and renewed determination rush over them like a wild fire. "This war has to stop." Mikoto's voice was low, but reminded the blonde angel of the rattle before a snake struck to kill. "We have to finish this. Now."

The red fire rose over the soldiers as blue sparks shot through the air above the blue adversaries. They were the last standing. Mikoto stood before the leader of the blue angels, his usual stoic expression replacing the last few days of pain and loss. The blue king stared back at him with a slight smirk even though despair could be seen in his eyes and felt in the air. "You have murdered the rest of the angels." It was not a question. It was not an affirmation. It was a statement full of regret.

"We have stopped the war from continuing." Mikoto murmured looking dismissively away. "Only you are left and then I will be able to find what I'm looking for." He looked bored, but the vengeance was palpable in the air.

Sympathy flashed over the blue king's face. "I heard of your endeavors. I am sorry you had to lose one of your men so suddenly."

The blonde angel, second closest to the king only to the man now lying dead, looked at their king and recognized the furious flame that flashed from his eyes. He swallowed and looked back at the blue king who seemed to show genuine pity, but that would not help the situation. Mikoto cared for Totsuka far more than he cared for any of them. "Don't speak of it," Mikoto murmured, his voice steady and calm.

"We can help you catch this man-."

"You're at fault as well. You were one of the first to continue dividing," the blonde angel butted in. "We only followed Mikoto because he was our friend."

"We can still be an advocate, not an enemy. We can help you find the man who killed Totsuka-."

"Don't say his name," Mikoto hissed, his voice shaken despite his best effort to steady it.

"Mikoto," the blue king murmured. "It doesn't have to be this way. You've tainted your Damocles Energy by falling for wrath. It's been chipped away with each sin you've committed, with each angel you killed. If you keep going with this you will lose control and destroy heaven. I know what he meant to you, but we can help you find the angel responsible-."

Mikoto smirked and shook his head. "No."

The blue angel looked aghast at the blunt reply. He made to speak, but Mikoto raised his hand and let it fall, palm facing out towards the blue king. "I'm sorry, Munakata," was all that could be heard before battle cries filled the air and red and blue angels launched for each other.

Munakata returned the apology in a whisper and drew his blade. He launched for the red king who launched away. At first Munakata thought it was a dodge, but he landed outside the zone the rest of their men fought in. It was just a fight between the two kings. "What are you planning?" Munakata demanded and he sliced his sword towards Mikoto. Red energy flashed around them and the red king drew his own power, coating his hands with his power and blocked the attack and dove for an attack of his own. It was blocked by the blue energy coated blade.

The question was answered with another smirk.

The fighting lasted well into the evening. The soldiers were forced to cease from exhaustion and loss of numbers. Those remaining clung to lovers or lay too tired and hurt to move. They watched or listened to the fight between their two kings. Mikoto's hand were scorched and scarred from the length of the fight and the immense energy the blue king fought back with.

Mikoto faltered. Everyone could see his Damocles energy was failing him. It was too damaged with his dark thoughts of wrath and hate to stand up to Munakata's power fueled by only sympathy and thoughts for justice. The power began to leak from Mikoto and scorched his flesh and the fabric that shielded his body. He winced in pain as more power pushed out of him. If he continued he would surely implode.

The two angels slid away from each other and stared, panting. They two had grown exhausted with their lasting fight. However, Munakata was better off than Mikoto. His flesh wasn't ripping apart around him as his power faltered to great to be contained in his heavenly form. He launched forward. Mikoto did nothing.

He stood up straight and outstretched his arms. His energy began to waver as it extended from his body, shredding his flesh and spilling his blood. Red angels cried out in despair as Munakata drew his blade forward and it sank through Mikoto's stomach.

Mikoto's body jerked, but smiled through the abrupt new pain that shocked him. His energy had depleted with the fatal blow. He slumped against the sword, his head landing on Munakata's shoulder. "Thank you." He whispered, his voice hoarse and raw. A small smile rested on his lips.

Then he was dead.

Chapter 1- End

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