A/N this random idea came to me as i was working on the rewrite for Eighth King. If you like it review. The more reviews I receive the faster it updates.

Wolf's POV

They had done it. They had destroyed the Slates. What the other kings didn't know was that to destroy them it required the sacrifice of a king. Wolf had decided to become that sacrifice. After the second Wizarding war had killed most of who he cared about he had gone to Shiro.

Flashback
Two weeks prior

He waited for the kings to exit. Reisi looked back at him in question but he shook his head. His captain couldn't find out what he planned to do. He knew the man would stop him if he knew.

Shiro looked up at him when he walked over. He asked carefully," What are you think Wolf?"

Wolf said with a sigh," The plan requires a sacrificial king. That's what you didn't tell everyone."

He watched as the surprise filled the much older kings eyes. The last thing Shiro had expected was for someone to figure it out. Wolf brought forth his courage as he took a deep breath.

He said," I will be the sacrificial king. Dont," he held up a hand to stop the other's protest," Hear me out. I lost everyone I cared about in the Wizarding war. I have little left to live for now. You on the other hand you have friends that care about you. If you were to die what would Kuroh and Neko think? They would die on the inside. Losing your king is the worst experience any clansman can have. I would know..."

Shiro asked looking at him in saddness," Are you sure? Once you start down this you can't back out?"

Wolf nodded. He was 100 percent sure about it. He should have died in the previous war it was only thanks to his friends that he didn't. He just wanted peace and he would never find that here.

End of flashback

Wolf hoped that Reisi would live though the Slates destruction. That man had been the closest thing to a father he had ever known. He could only hope as well that the breaking of their bond would not send him into insanity.

He was surprised when instead of fading to the darkness like he expected he landed on his back hard. He groaned in pain and realized that he felt pain! He wasn't dead! Did their plan fail?!

He tried to open his eyes but the light was too bright. His head felt like someone was banging on it with a hammer. What was happening to him? He blacked out from the pain before he could even consider trying to answer the question.

Hibari's POV

He sat in his office glancing through his clansmen's recent reports. So far it had been an uneventful week. Even the normally active boisterous Red Clan was strangely silent. He had to wonder if it was the prelude for trouble.

Scepter 4 his creation when he became the Fourth and Blue King. His goal was to help strains and kings that couldn't control their powers. It wasn't unheard of either. Many kings died before they learned to control their abilities. From his understanding the previous Blue King had been the same way.

His attention was drawn to outside his office door at hearing a subdued argument. :Well there goes my quiet week.: he thought with a sigh. He stood and opened the door surprising his Lieutenant and one of his medics. It surprised him that the two would be standing out there together. Usually the two men couldn't stand each other.

His Lieutenant jumped to an attention as he said," Sorry to bother you, sir. But you see..."

It seemed as if the younger man was struggling to find his words. This day couldn't get any strange. Goki Zenjo was an easy going member of Scepter 4 but rarely was he unable to explain something.

The medic said," Captain there is something you must see. If you would please come with us to the infirmary."

Normally he wouldn't be called to the infirmary over anything less than a dying clansman. That sent a bout of worry through his heart. The thought of losing anyone of his subordinates hurt. His Lieutenant followed them as they made their way to the infirmary stoic. What was going on?

When they arrived at the infirmary only one bed was occupied. A boy no older than seventeen lay on the bed in a white dress shirt and blue pants. He blinked in surprise those pants were almost exactly like Scepter 4's uniform pants.

The medic said when Jin looked at him," One of the rapid response squads responded to an unusual Weissman levels. By the time they arrived the levels returned to normal and this boy was there. I have healed most of his injuries but he has yet to wake."

Zenjo said glaring at the medic," That's not all he found either Captain. Look at his right wrist."

What was this about? He made his way over to the bed where the child lay. Jin pushed up the sleeve to the boy's right wrist and froze in shock. That was his clansman symbol. Who was this child?

Wolf's POV

He woke but kept his breathing even like he was still asleep. He didn't know where he was and he didn't want to take a chance. He was laying on a soft bed and the air smelled of disinfectant. He was in an infirmary. Did their plan fail? Reisi?!

He opened his eyes and tried to sit up. He almost lost consciousness when his head exploded in pain. He laid back on the bed willing the pain to leave. He looked around and the room was strangely familiar.

His attention was drawn to the door as it opened and quickly pretended to be asleep again. He heard an unfamiliar voice say," One of the rapid response squads responded to an unusual Weissman levels. By the time they arrived the levels returned to normal and this boy was there. I have healed most of his injuries but he has yet to wake."

He heard another voice that was familiar but he couldn't place it say," That's not all he found either Captain. Look at his right wrist."

His right wrist? Isn't that where his Scepter 4 clansman mark was? If the Slates were destroyed his clansman marks should be destroyed. He felt a warm hand grab his wrist and push up the sleeve to his dress shirt. He heard a sharp intake of breathe. Then he remembered what the second person had said. Captain? That would mean Reisi. Then again he couldn't be sure.

A familiar feeling of blue aura passing over his chest. While the aura was familiar the person using it wasn't. He opened his eyes blinking several times to clear his vision. When it cleared he saw the face of the man from his nightmares. Someone he thought he would never see again. The reason why he was the Eighth and Black King. Jin Hibari. No that isn't possible. He's been dead for ten years!