Disclaimer: I do not own Project K. But I wish I owned Reisi and Mikoto. Both... And maybe Yata and Totsuka and...ahem.
However I own the rights to this plot and my OC(s).
oOo Prologue oOo
Mikoto stared lazily into space as he rested above a random roof, arms lounging behind his head and legs propped up. The moon was out and hovered high above him, and a large gust of wind blew the kings red hair into disarray as he blew out curls of smoke from the joint in his mouth.
'Bliss.'
He felt like a shit ton of bricks weighed him down. Literally nothing could get him to move right now, not even that baka Totsuka. Few ever really disturbed him during this time, except maybe Anna. The pale haired child had left quite a while ago however, and he'd be damned if anyone else tried climbing so far up there just for him.
Unless someone was dying, he wanted to go to sleep and stay asleep or something was going to burn.
He was just getting ready to drift off at that very moment, with a still lit cigarette falling limply out of his mouth- the glowing embers snuffing out within the first second of contact with the rubble. The dark swirl of purple and blue and black emanating from the night sky above him began to blur as his eyes slid shut. Peace washed over him, and the usual cool indifference that was commonly traced on his face gave way to relaxed slumber.
That's when he heard it.
Just a faint sound at first. Barely audible. Then it grew closer until he could hear it quite clearly. A very high pitched voice echoed throughout the night- the sound reaching his ears and causing his broad shoulders to stiffen.
Someone was screaming. Someone was falling. And they were getting closer.
Mikoto's eyes snapped open just in time to see a flash of gold and brown crash into him.
"The hell?" The red head king shot upright, hands reaching outward in reflex to steady the body that was now thrashing against him. It didn't take him long to realize the body was female.
"NOT MY FAULT! I didn't MEAN to push it Ren! I'm sorry!" The girl yelped, scrambling off of Mikoto and seemingly trying to dash away, her heeled foot instantly catching in rubble, causing her body to teeter over the edge of the roof.
Mikoto's arm shot out again before the poor thing could fall over the edge to her death. And with an eep! her body fell against the king, this time a stunned expression taking over her face. Mikoto's labored breathing slowly steadied to a normal pace as his clear eyes fell on the girls stunned face who was now currently gaping at him as if he had three heads.
She was small.
Very small, even smaller than Anna. Honey brown hair fell down to the girls shoulders, and long lashes framed the biggest eyes Mikoto had ever seen. Eyes that were currently wide, shaking, and tearing up at the sight of him.
"Who...are you?" She muttered, her fearful expression turning to blatant confusion. It was then that Mikoto noticed her accent.
'Gaijin.' Mikoto stared at her quietly, a grimace threatening to blossom at yet another interruption to his rest. Gently pushing the girl off of him, her expression turning to one of embarrassment as she bunched her knees to her chest and stared right back, Mikoto sighed and searched his pocket for another cigarette- eyes never leaving the girl, who was now inching away from him but taking great care not to slip off the roof.
When he fetched the cigar he lit it up with his aura. The girl didn't seem to react to this, but Mikoto didn't dwell on it as he brought the cigarette to his lips and inhaled. Smoke blew into the girls face, causing her to cough heavily as Mikoto stared coolly at her.
"I could ask you the very same question."
Next chapters going to be a bit vague. Some of these pieces aren't parallel to each other, the timelines going to be a bit skewed- and the next one is the beginning of a domino effect to this chapter.
