A/N: Hello folks!
I'm back at it again with making a new story ;) Honestly, I think I have a problem but oh well lol. All you need to know is I've loved K ever since the first episode and I've had a story on my mind forever now. This of course will follow the plot like it's supposed to, but I'm making some drastic changes so most of the outcomes will be different. As for the pairings? Undecided. I may or may not have more than one OC because I love all of the characters to death. We'll start slow for now, shall we?
Without further ado, I hope you enjoy!
~*~*'K: Queen Era'*~*~
Prologue
(x0x)
In all of my years of living, nothing could have prepared me for this.
I was just fourteen when the power of the Dresden Slate claimed my very being. 'The power of a King', most would call it.
But I knew for a fact that this was different.
I had seen a King's power in action before. At times it would be beautifully manifested; in control by its user and unparalleled to many. Other times, however, it would be unstable and dangerous to those around it.
The Kagutsu Crater was a prime example of a King losing control of his power.
To be honest, I think that's what worried me so much. I didn't think I was capable of harboring such an important feature. I was still so young, so inexperienced and oblivious to the wrongs of the world. I didn't want that kind of power overcoming me and potentially falling into the wrong hands. How could I not have been?
Like I said before, though, this was different.
Something I couldn't quite put my finger on. It felt different, but everything including my aura was similar to that of a Kings. I didn't know what to call it back then, this power of mine.
But I do now.
And that's what scares me.
*Present Day*
"Here you go, miss."
"Thank you." The young woman smiled, taking the takoyaki from the vender presenting it to her and giving him yen in return. He wished her a good day as she turned, taking a bite of the delicious food and continuing her stroll through one of Shizume cities parks.
The woman was pleasantly surprised. The forecast had left much to be desired for the entire weekend, but it turned out to work in her favor after all. Instead of the promised rainfall, the sun poked itself out of the brief cloud coverage in the sky, warming up her skin with its rays. Despite the small chill, it was beautiful out.
She tucked a piece of cream-colored hair behind her ear that had fallen in front of her mauve eyes. Other people seemed to be enjoying the day just like she was, from children chasing each other around patches of grass to couples splayed out on the benches, wrapped in each other's embraces. The blonde's smile widened.
I'm glad everyone seems to be happy. She thought to herself contently.
Seeing the happiness on someone's face really brightened her day. This was a lovely city, with lots of lovely people in it. They deserved that much.
Well, most everyone did.
The woman finished her takoyaki, passing a nearby trash bot and waiting for the lid on the top to open so she could dispose of the stick. After tossing it in, she gave the bot a gentle pat.
"You're too kind." It complimented, much like every bot when it experienced a good deed.
"Of course." She knew that she didn't need to respond, but she did anyway. Bots weren't people, but they still did a good job at keeping everything clean. To her, that deserved some praise.
Before the blonde could pick up where she left off and continue her stroll, she was struck in the side by an unnamed force, causing her to jolt forward and land harshly on the cement. She groaned unpleasantly, pain in her shoulder sprouting where she had hit the floor.
"Damnit! Hey pal, watch where you—O-oh crap.."
The woman rolled over, sitting up and fixing my jacket while searching the area for the perpetrator. I really don't understand why he told me to watch out when he was the one to run into me first…
Her gaze landed on the flustered male sprawled out in front of her, his expression embarrassed as she blinked at him. His cheeks were a furious red color, hazel eyes darting away from her as he rubbed the back of his neck. He wore a black beanie over his russet locks, followed by a light pair of headphones around his neck and a baggy white tee that was tightened at the waist by a red hoodie. Despite his questionable clothing choice, she could tell that he was a compassionate person. It floated off of him in waves.
It clicked in her mind. He must have felt terrible for the accident he caused.
"Are you alright? That was quite the collision we had there." The blonde joked lightly, pulling herself up off the ground and reaching out a hand towards the fallen male. Instead of accepting her hand, though, he shot up out of his position, skirting a few feet away from her and clutching a skateboard in his grip tightly. He must have been riding that while they collided.
"D-d-don't worry about it, I-it's all g-good." He stammered, almost making it hard for her to understand what he was saying. She tilted her head to the side. He didn't give himself a concussion, did he? He didn't seem to have any blood anywhere…
"Are you sure? The least I could do is check you for injury real quick—"
"No! Really, it's f-fine!" she jumped a bit at his outburst, peering at him with wide eyes. He looked away sheepishly, cursing at himself for letting her get to him so easily.
"Alright…" she trailed off, shifting from one foot to the other awkwardly. Never before had she met someone so eager to get away from her. It was almost a bit insulting. And here she was, trying to make sure he was in good condition!
"Yata! I told you to wait for me!" a voice shouted from behind them, making them both turn to look at who it was. A tall, stout man with blonde hair and shades stopped a few feet away, bending at the knee and gripping his track suit as he gasped for air. The poor guy had probably ran after the smaller male, but it was obvious he couldn't keep up. Not with him riding a skateboard at the speed he originally had been.
The russet-haired boy, whom she now knew was named Yata, turned around and lost the color in his cheeks as he glared at the man behind him. "Seriously, Kamamoto! I told you I was goin' off on my own today!"
Kamamoto let out an uncharacteristic whine. "Sorry…look on the bright side though, there's tons of food vendors out today! We could get some good chow." He perked right up at his own words, making the blonde woman stifle a giggle behind her hand. Kamamoto looked in her direction, startled by the sound. "Oh, who's this?"
Yata paled, head whipping back to the young woman standing in front of him. She looked at the both of them with amusement in her eyes. "I-I dunno, I kinda bumped into her..."
"It's okay, really. I'm more worried about how you're fairing at the moment." She said politely, bowing her head to the both of them. "Even though you didn't tell me your names directly…it wouldn't be fair of me to know them without returning the favor." She reached out, extending a hand to the two. "Minori Kasahara. A pleasure to meet you both."
Yata only looked at her hand, his face flushing once again. He flinched away from the appendage so slowly that she barely noticed the movement. Minori lifted a brow. Did she have something on her hand?
Before she could retract her hand a large, meaty palm gripped hers and shook it up and down. "Sorry about Yata, he's afraid of girls." Kamamoto referred to his friend, making the hazel-eyed boy growl. "Rikio Kamamoto, but everyone calls me Kamamoto."
"I'm not afraid of girls, you bastard! What d'you think you're saying?!" Yata snapped, yanking the larger man down and gripping his neck in a headlock.
"Ow, Yata! Let go!"
Instead of watching their argument and laughing at their antics, Minori stood perfectly still. Her mauve eyes widened the slightest bit at the brief contact between herself and Kamamoto. That spark of energy was unmistakable.
These two were clansmen.
And not just any kind of clansmen, she said as an afterthought. By Yata's fiery temper and Kamamoto's warmer-than-natural palm, Minori figured they were clansmen for the Red Clan, HOMRA.
Of course, she had her suspicions when the redhead bumped into her, but the contact was so quick that she couldn't fully detect any type of aura from him. This also had her wondering if they could detect her aura as well.
Like knows like, after all.
She was interested in getting to know more about the Red Clan. Really she was, but there was a time and place for things like that. And she had a feeling that this wasn't the time nor the place for such information to be passed around.
Something glinted on the ground nearby her feet. Minori looked down in curiosity to see that it was a PDA, flames decorating the back of it and a single word etched onto the surface. HOMRA.
The blonde picked up the cell-like device, looking at it closely. The bar not too far from there was also titled HOMRA. Minori was no stranger to that area around the bar. She had passed it here and there, but she had never went inside. Being that she was still underage, there would be no reason that she would visit and sit down for a drink.
Minori chose to interrupt the two male's bickering before it escalated any further. "Um…" she started lamely, drawing the duo's eyes on her. She flashed the PDA in her hand to them. "Hate to come between your bonding moment gentlemen, but one of you dropped this."
"T-that's mine!" a hand quickly swiped the PDA from her grasp, making her recoil as if she was burned. Typical flame users. "Thanks…" Yata grumbled, pocketing the device and not meeting her eyes as he thanked her. She smiled at his shyness, accepting it nonetheless.
"You're welcome." She chirped back, deciding to make her leave and turn on her heel. There was still an errand she had to run before returning home, and she had spent enough time at the park already. "I must be going now. Maybe I'll swing by HOMRA one of these days and say hello." She grinned over her shoulder, lifting a hand in farewell.
Yata perked up at the familiar name. How did she know they hung out at the bar? He had never seen her there before. "H-Hey, wait a sec!" he called her to a stop. Minori hummed, turning around to give him her full attention. "How do you know about HOMRA?"
"The bar? Or the clan you're in?" she replied sneakily, feeling a sudden urge to tease them a bit. She couldn't help it, Yata's expressions were priceless.
Unfortunately, the red clansmen didn't share her feelings. "The hell?! How did you—"
"Call it a woman's intuition." Minori winked playfully, watching the redhead's cheeks heat up. His embarrassment made it all the more fun. "I'd be a fool to not know about the famed Red Clan. You all seem to leave quite the impression on everyone, you know? Word travels fast."
As if hearing her claims, the park quieted down and the whispers of other individuals could be heard. People stopped to stare at the trio standing in the middle of the park, confirming her allegation. Kamamoto looked around hesitantly, leaning closer to Yata. "Uh…Yata…maybe we should—"
"Sounds to me like you're tryin' to look down on HOMRA. You some type of blue or somethin'?" Yata cut off his companion, his eyes narrowing at the blond in front of him. Minori could vaguely see the start of something red outline his body—the red aura.
Jeez, the rumors about their temperaments really don't do them justice.
"Of course not. I truly admire the way your clan functions. Even if the people of Shizume don't realize it, you keep them safe." Minori grinned cheekily. "And I'm not a blue clansmen, if that is what you're asking. Far from it, actually."
It only took a second for Minori's eyes to flash and equal time for Yata's aura to diminish completely. The furious male felt a sudden calm roll over his form, making his eyes widen in disbelief as he stared at the blonde.
"I hope the rest of your day goes well. I really must be going now." She said to the duo. Yata's expression was priceless as well as Kamamoto's. Both of their faces were laced with confusion and astonishment, enough to make the blonde chuckle good-naturedly. She didn't blame them. Her powers were something not many had witnessed before.
"Hey, wait a sec—"
Before he could stop her, she disappeared in a flash of violet.
"Damnit! What the hell, man!" Yata snarled, punching a light post next to him and leaving a small dent in it. "Who does that girl think she is? And how the hell did she take away my aura like that?! The only people that have ever done something like that was Mr. Mikoto and that sorry ass Blue King!"
Kamamoto scratched his head, not sure if his companion realized it yet. "Uh…Yata, you know what that means, right?"
"What?!" Yata nearly screeched, his body alight with the familiar aura again. He was about to lash out at a nearby bench when he heard the rest of Kamamoto's speech, his whole form losing its flair and his face paling the slightest bit.
"I think she's a king, too."
(x0x)
Izumo blew a puff of smoke from his cigarette, cleaning the glass in his hand with a pristine rag and peering at his king out of the corner of his eye. Mikoto had looked extremely distracted the past few days, and he couldn't determine why. It would be the same every day; he would wake up a quarter after noon, eat a small breakfast, then leave out the door only to come back at a late time with no answers to where he had been the whole day. It wasn't usually like that. On a good day, he'd tell the bartender at least some of his plans and if he was to be involved in them. Unfortunately, now wasn't the case.
It had most everyone worried, but they weren't nearly as affected as the young strain, Anna. She would follow him in hopes of spending time with him, only to be sent back to the bar if she was caught. It had put the little girl in a sorrowful mood, and that mood was contagious.
"What are you thinking, Mikoto?" Izumo asked the redhead curiously, placing the glass down on the counter and watching as Mikoto inhaled some of his own smoke. His king didn't respond, but he did glance at him before turning his gaze back to the front of the bar. That meant that he was getting ready to leave again.
Izumo sighed, trying again. "You know, everyone is worried about you. You should consider at least telling us where you go off to every day."
"Had I known I'd have a nagging housewife to come back to every day, I wouldn't return." Was his sarcastic retort. That made the bartender roll his eyes. Should he expect anything less from his friend?
"King…"
"Can you feel it?"
Izumo stopped, giving the redhead a questioning look. Feel what? "What are you talking about?"
"There's energy that wasn't there before. Something new." Mikoto's amber eyes flashed dangerously, as if contemplating if the power was a threat or not. He would have to assume the worst. Every day he left to try and find the source of the power, only to find nothing. No matter how hard he had searched, he came up with nothing.
"You don't mean…" Izumo trailed off, narrowing his eyes the slightest bit. His king wasn't a dense man by any means. If there was something that he hadn't felt before, he would go looking for it. That would explain his nightly outtings.
Mikoto hummed, confirming his suspicion. That was all that his friend needed. "We have a new king in our midst."
(x0x)
The very same day, Reisi Munakata sat in his office and sipped his tea lightly, testing out his own aura against the scattered new one he had been surrounded by for the past few days. It was soft, barely there to make an impression, but by no means did he underestimate it. Whoever it belonged to could be a large threat against SCEPTER 4 and the citizens of Shizume.
No matter how many times he pushed out against it, the unknown aura would overcome his own and stall it, as if he was being restrained. He didn't like it at all. It was as if he was being held captive in his own territory. And he highly doubted a strain would have enough power to do something like this.
He clicked a button that stood erect from his desk. Moments later, a busty blonde entered the room, her skimpy blue outfit doing hardly anything to conceal her body. "You called me, captain?" she asked politely, standing tall and awaiting her captain's orders.
Reisi smiled, lacing his hands together and placing his chin on top of them. "Yes, Miss Awashima. I have a proposition for you." He closed his amethyst eyes briefly before opening them again, a new light shining in them. One that his subordinate was familiar with. "Prepare to leave shortly. We have some searching to do."
(x0x)
Well this should be interesting.
How did you like it? It was a bit short, but it Is only the prologue. Next chapters will be a lot longer.
Feedback is appreciated! Please review! It keeps me going.
~M