The soft wind blew against Munakata's face. The little snowflakes, unique and delicate flittered in the chilled air. Munakata had returned to the site where the Red King died. Someone he felt too close with, and he blames himself for his death. The tears he allowed to fall in their space felt frozen as did his feet. A year after the event had happened, most would move on. Munakata wanted to move on but he couldn't understand why. Why he recalled the memories of the fallen King.

The space around him looked the same as the last time he was here, a year ago. The light layer of snow on the ground, the singed trees, and a clear blue sky. The only difference was a small plaque in front of him that read. 'To the greatest king I've ever known'. It was HOMRA who wanted that there, to remember their leader. Munakata mused the thought of his own clansmen doing the same. Probably not.

"I'm sorry" he muttered to the ground before adjusting his glasses.
Munakata was a traditional man who enjoyed silence but this time the silence was overbearing. "Damn it Souh" he muttered. His frustrations with the dead man boiling up. "Why didn't you let me help you?" He spoke, louder than before. Tears swelling in his eyes again. Rage, bubbling in himself. "You selfish bastard" Munakata gritted his teeth. He knew that Mikoto Souh was not a selfish man, it was Munakata for telling him that he distained him.

Munakata removed his glasses and wiped his eyes with the sleave of his Scepter 4 jacket. This was his final goodbye, he was not going to let Souh's death haunt him for the rest of his life.


Yeah, this was a short little vent. I don't own K, it belongs to GoHands.