Summary-There are 7 kings. But where are all of them? 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th… who's the fifth? My adaptation as how the series would progress. (Season 2 announced YAY!)
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They are going to hate me for this… thought the red head. He was standing in front of a building that said HOMRA. He scratched his head, trying to think of a way to walk into the building without getting punched in the face by the occupants. Might as well try this idea. And thus the best plan he had was, well, to walk right in.
"Welco-" The bar tender stopped his greeting just as soon as he registered who was standing there. Unfortunately, so did the other people inside.
"MIKOTO! What the hell?! What are you… what?" ,one of them sputtered, unable to understand why his former leader was standing right there in front of him when he was supposed to be dead.
"Yo."
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It had been a whole year since the Colorless King incident, and things at the academy had been usual. Kuroh and Neko got to be regular students at the academy, and they had been relatively happy.
But they never forgot. They would never be able to forget what their precious King had done. Yashiro, or just Shiro, gave himself up to destroy the Colorless King. They still had his umbrella with them, the only this that was left in the giant crater. Neko would always say that he would be back.
"Neko is Shiro's Neko! He'll be back!"
"If you say so…" Kuroh had almost given up on searching for him, but Neko pushed him on. They would sometimes see the HOMRA gang around, but they never blamed Shiro for their King's death. They were both dead, and both sides had lost someone they loved with all their hearts. The very people who had changed their lives, one way or another. Both dead.
Or so they thought.
One day, after having dinner, (Neko having fallen fast asleep) Kuroh decided to meditate. Neko liked to bug him whenever he tried, so he decided to take his chance. He thought about all those adventures he when through with Shiro, about his self discovery as the First King and learning all he ever knew was a lie. He had taken it pretty hard, but he still found somewhere in him a reason to smile. He didn't seem mad at Neko at all.
He then got a sudden thought. He was the knight of the First King. That was the title he had given himself. What would happen if he tried to use the powers he had been given? It was worth a shot.
"Neko! Wake up!" Neko groggily sat up.
"What do you want? I want my dream back. Little fishes…"
"I have an idea that might get your Shiro back." With that, she sat right up. Kuroh told her the plan.
He concentrated all he had on the one thing he knew his powers could do. Fly. He focused on having complete weightlessness, just floating like a feather.
"Wow! It's a flying dog!" This made him lose his concentration and fall. Wait, fall?
Sure enough, he had actually floated a few feet off of the ground. He didn't even feel when he had lifted off. But then a thought crossed his mind.
"If I flew… then that means…" He looked over to Neko. Small tears were falling from her eyes, but she was softly smiling. Then she ran to Kuroh who was on the floor and hugged him like Velcro.
"He's alive…Neko's Shiro is alive!"
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Thanks for reading! If I get one or two reviews for this I will be very happy! This story will be longer, but I just need to know someone will be reading this. Even if I'm writing this for one person, it would be great to know that it's interesting! Many songs were listened to when I got the idea. Don't make me name them. I forgot kind-of. Thanks again! Bye!