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Not beta-ed, sorry for the grammar ;v;.
I hope you enjoy this! :D
Prologue :
The Red King has died in the hand of the Blue King and as if a curse was bestowed upon those who were involved, they didn't age at all for the past seventeen years. Izumo has moved out of the city while Misaki gathered the remnants of HOMRA and stayed behind.
Seventeen years later, the rusty wheel of fate starts to move again... Slowly but surely, bringing nothing but accursed memories of the dead.
Side : Blue
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Fate is never fair.
Caught in a current much stronger than you are;
Struggle against it and you'll drown yourself.
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Munakata Reishi walked past HOMRA bar for the first time after fifteen years, the lamp was lit. Well, that caught his attention. He opened the door to see if anyone's there. His feet lingered longer than necessary at the door, slightly affected by the memories he had with the bar and the person inside. His beautiful sapphire eyes trailed, inspecting the bar's interior. The furniture was still there, slightly dusty from being abandoned for a long time. The antique lamp's dim light slightly illuminate the darkness, adding to the soft and elegant atmosphere of the bar. Exquisite wine was displayed inside glass cabinet, arranged neatly.
"Welcome." A voice greeted him. He knew that voice. Kusanagi Izumo, the former Red King's right hand and trusted companion. He saw a little girl hiding behind the gentleman, looking for comfort zone since she didn't know Reishi that well.
"I thought you're travelling out of town." He muttered rather softly, knowing that there's a child present at the scene,
"We were, we're back now." Izumo answered the question, hand turning the knob of the cabinet, a soft creak was heard and there's a beautiful sound of glass brushed against the other.
"Want some?"
"I'll take the offer." Reishi took off the coat he was wearing and sat down in the bar stool. A drink was delivered and there was silence between them. There's nothing to talk about and if there is, an even more deafening silence would follow. So, he decided to keep silent while enjoying the dry and bitter taste of his drink.
He still doesn't realize that a pair of eyes watched him with such intensity that it would burn. It was the cute little girl who realize the stare first,
"Mikoto."
Reishi's whole body shook a little at the mention of the name though he won't admit it. The former Red King was so precious to this little girl, feeling of guilt start to wells up in his heart. Little did he know that the word wasn't directed at him, but at the one who were walking towards him.
He thought he shouldn't have come here in the first place, that he isn't welcomed here, what was really on his mind right before he stepped inside the bar anyway? Did he really come to drink? Reishi sighed softly, he had known the answer from a long time ago, he just keeps on refusing to acknowledge the answer.
The raven haired male took another sip of his liquor,
"Oi, give me turkey." A deep, husky voice was heard. it's impossible, he thought. It was definitely Mikoto's voice. Reishi caressed his forehead, he feel drunk and maybe he should go now because he heard the voice of a dead man right before him. As he turns around to leave, his beautiful sapphire orbs saw an intense red. Crimson hair, amber eyes, his face, even body shape looks just like Mikoto when he's younger.
"You're leaving?" Asked Izumo who just got out of the winery,
The blue haired gentleman was shaken enough to not notice the blond asked him a question,
"Ah..." Izumo saw Reishi standing quietly in front of the red haired boy,
"I found him loitering around the city, he bears a frightening resemblance to him don't you think? I'm the one who named him Suoh Mikoto"
"I see... Well... I'll take my leave now." Reishi opened the door knob and proceed to leave the bar. No matter how similar, it didn't change the fact that he had killed 'Suoh Mikoto' with his own hand. Resisting the urge to release his blue aura to comfort himself, Reishi took a step forward. He had to leave now. The memories are surging through him as feeling of anger, hatred, despise and disappointment mixed up inside him. The question was to whom did these feelings was directed to, the boy who bears resemblance to the former Red King, the Red King whose life he ended years ago or was it he himself? Reishi didn't bother to delve further.
"Wait." A statement from the boy, he raised his leg to create a barricade in the door, preventing Reishi to leave. Such crude behavior, Reishi thought as he narrowed his eyes, how nostalgic.
"Have we met before?" The boy asked, right to the point.
"No, for as long as I could remember." Though if you're asking about your older doppelganger then yes, I have met and drove a sword to his heart before, Reishi thought bitterly and had considered telling the boy as a joke, but consider that it would be immature for him to vent out his frustration towards a certain foolish and hopelessly idiot redhead to this poor boy.
"You're lying." The boy simply states, eyes locking with Reishi's own as if searching for a hint of lie through him.
"Pardon?" Reishi digs his memories further, had he met this boy somewhere before? It can't be,. The resemblance is uncanny. He should have remembered any encounter involving this boy.
"Mikoto!" Izumo shouted loud and clear, it was unthinkable that this 'Mikoto' would flat out while saying that the Blue King is lying to him. Plus Izumo was almost certain that 'Mikoto' had not met with the Blue King before. He was always under Izumo's watch all day and night, just in case he went out and makes trouble again like the former Red King.
"Don't bother, Kusanagi, i need to talk."
Talk? About what? Reishi draws a long breath then sighed, he didn't know what's going on with this boy, he just wanted to get out of that bar as soon as possible. And this doppelganger of Mikoto just had to stop him in track.
"Perhaps you mistake me for someone else? I also knew someone who share the same face, eyes and hair as you that i almost thought that you were him." The older male tried to reason with the youth,
"Who?"
"You should ask the member of this bar, they knew him better than me." The redhead glared at him, demanding answer from Reishi. The Blue King smiled, amused by the similarity of the reaction between this boy and the former Red King. This could prove to be amusing he thought. However he had decided that he needed to get out of that place. He had spent more time than necessary in this bar, he's getting a nausea.
"Now if you'll excuse me..." If gaze could burn, Reishi would have been burned by now. Fortunately, this boy isn't the Red King of this era.
"...Suoh... Mikoto." Reishi's sapphire eyes reflect a hint of sorrow. An emotion that escapes through the very well built mask for just a split second. He turned his body and asked Izumo if there's a backdoor. Izumo leads him out from the backdoor in which Mikoto eyed him begrudgingly.
They will meet again, Reishi has no doubt about it.
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Fate is cruel like that .
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Side : Red
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No matter how impossible,unattainable, or unimaginable something may seem...
if it's meant to be, it'll be.
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"I'll take the offer." The voice sounded strangely familiar on his ears. His amber eyes scanned the area, looking for the source. He then saw someone sitting on the bar's stool. Pretty face, long eyelashes, pale skin, not convincing enough to be the owner of that heavy voice. But what's with this sense of familiarity? Mikoto stared hard at Reishi, trying to figure out or even recognize the man before him, in the end, he couldn't figure it out. He walked closer to take a better look,
"Oi, give me a turkey." While asking for some drink apparently.
The older male turns around, bright sapphire meets striking gold. Both widened their eyes considerably, the redhead's heart beat faster and he was anxious, of what, he didn't understand. A flash of Reishi's sorrowful face overlaps with his current stoic one. His heart ache with every beat. What's this, his head's spinning, he felt dizzy all of sudden. if not for his dignity, his leg would have given up standing a while ago. The boy looked at his own hands amidst the confusion. The older man stands up briefly,
"You're leaving?" Izumo asked Reishi,
Mikoto glared at Reishi, they're not finished yet, does he recognize him? Does this person remember the things he doesn't? What's with that face from earlier? So many question left unanswered.
"Ah..." Izumo seems to have noticed Reishi has seen 'Mikoto', "I found him loitering around the city, he bears a frightening resemblance to him don't you think? I'm the one who named him Suoh Mikoto"
Yeah, Izumo picked him up from the street and raised him until this very day, but apparently he had yet to learn some manners from him.
Suoh Mikoto. He had heard the reason behind the name Izumo gave him, said it was because he resembled his best friend or something like that. Was this beautiful, slender man before him another friend of that 'Suoh Mikoto'?
"I see... Well, i'll take my leave now."
His body always worked faster than his mind, he kicked the poor wall, leaving his foot hanging there as he halt the older male, he can't let him go away now,
"Wait." He deadpanned, eyes deadly as he continued,
"Have we met before?" He need an answer, now.
"No, for as long as I could remember." The older male calmly stated, the grimace on his face as he finished the sentence didn't escape the boy's observation. The answer comes out different from what he had expected, and he didn't like it.
"You're lying."
He said with a sense of finality, Mikoto knew the sorrowful face that flashed on his mind earlier wasn't an imagination or perhaps he hoped it wasn't, anyway, he wanted an explanation,
"Pardon?" Mikoto was almost out of patience when Izumo shouted his name,
"Mikoto!" Gathering his inch bit patience, he reasoned,
"Don't bother, Kusanagi, I need to talk."
"Perhaps you mistake me for someone else? I also knew someone who share the same face, eyes and hair as you that I almost thought that you were him."
That pique his curiosity, so he does know 'Suoh Mikoto',
"Who?" He pressed the matter further,
"You should ask the member of this bar, they knew him better than me.." Mikoto glared at him once again, he wanted the answer from him, not from Izumo of anyone else at that bar.
"Now if you'll excuse me..." Mikoto is angry, his fierceness clearly showing out as he stared Reishi's eyes relentlessly,
"...Suoh... Mikoto." Mikoto freeze as he heard his name coming out of the bluenette's lips, or was it 'his' name? He could swear there's a strange glint on Reishi's eyes that shouldn't be there at all. He didn't like it. His eyes didn't leave Reishi as the later was leaving from the backdoor.
"Out with it Mikoto, why do you keep insisting that you knew him? Have you really met him before? What happened between the two of you? "Izumo lets out a frustrated growl, combing his hair with his finger in the process.
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They will meet again, Mikoto will make sure it happens.
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He believes it is fated.
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A/N : I've always wanted to write an interaction between Izumo and Reishi so i hope it turns out well, and thank you for reading!
Currently, not knowing if i should leave this at that or continue,
Let me know about your opinion. :)