Sequel story to "Our Last Day" but you don't need to read that story to understand this one. Just check out Kimiko's character description in my bio if you are confused.

This story finds Kimiko living alone one year after the death of her true love, Tatara Totsuka. She abandoned HOMRA the night of 3rd King Mikoto Suoh's death and never looked back... until now.

THIS IS A LIVE FANFICTION: I've never done anything like this before because it's very risky. Mostly because the Anime's plotline might mess mine up but we will give it a try. Each chapter will end prompting you to watch the next episode of "K:Return of Kings." The show is airing in Japan every Friday night. I watch the show online on Saturdays. I will write a new Kimiko POV chapter continuing her story and connect it with the show. This is either going to be really cool or suck, but we will give it a try. The first 5 episodes have aired so I wrote the first five chapters. HAVE FUN!

Chapter One: Introduction

For the most part… life was boring. The same every day. I went to my dead-end job at the Shizume market, worked a register, went to the corner bakery for lunch, walked to the park to get my daily dose of whatever sunlight made it through the clouds, went home to eat dinner and fell asleep on my bed still in my work clothes. This is how each day was and I was fine with it. I thought about Tatara every day. I thought about Homra just as often, wondering when our paths would cross again. I figured if they had not reached out to me in a year then it was for the best. They didn't really need me after all. I would see them sometimes in passing but they never noticed me. Our last encounter was months ago. Misaki was looking for help. Anna had gone missing and he had nobody to turn to, but what could I do? Our king was dead and the only person that ever gave me hope was gone.

I t was as if time dont exist. I don't own a tv, don't read a paper, never got a phone call. I just let life pass. I don't speak with anybody if I didn't have to. What is the point? Anyone I get close to is taken from me. I wouldn't even talk to customers at the market. I just stared at the register and scanned items until the second shift worker tapped my shoulder telling me I was done for the day. I entertained myself by watching the groceries and guessing what the customer in front of me looked like based off them. Most older people would get medicines or plants. Younger adults bought the essentials like milk and eggs. If the assortment of items was random then it was usually a school student working on a project. Then I had the regulars; on Tuesdays it was the cat lady who came to get litter and tuna, Wednesdays it was the skate park kid getting fresh bandaids, and Friday it was the guy with fruit candy and an energy drink. This was my life. Guessing personalities from food items and not caring if my hand touched theirs when I made change. Like I said… life was boring.

I had been dreading it but the day came, there was no stopping it. I woke up on the 7th of December from a loud thunderclap. I sat up on my bed, still made, with my work cloths still on. I walked to the window and closed it to block out the noise of the rain. "It's just another day…. It's just another day…" Tatara would have wanted me to think like that. He never walked down the road of life backwards. He always kept his eyes forward. Maybe I took that to the extreme having left Homra, but what was I to do? Clearly they didn't need me. Other than the one call from Misaki, I had not heard from any of them in almost a year.

After brushing myself off and fixing my appearance I grabbed my coat and bag. I slung my brown messenger bag across my body and checked how I looked in the mirror. I was wearing black slacks that I rolled up to reveal my converse, a wrinkled blue work shirt and my black apron was shoved into my bag. I wore an old used coat – his - navy blue with brown buckles around the neck. I had to wash the smell of him out of it in order to remove the… stains… but it still felt like his embrace. I had his medallion tucked into my shirt where I could feel it on my heart.

I walked through the rain to my job, only stopping to pick up coffee on the way. It was the same place I had stopped last year with Misaki… Misaki! This time last year Tatara was spending his last day on earth back at Homra while I was on patrol with someone else. There was still a burn mark on the side of the building from where he and Fushimi had started a fight, the damn fight that cost me my last night with Tatara. I close my eyes and whisper to myself, "It's just another day Miko… It's just another day." I go to work, certain that this day is going to last forever. It's a Friday, and just like clockwork my usual customer come through again. After scanning hundreds of random items there were the fruit candies and an energy drink… and earplugs. I hesitated to scan them as I questioned his random purchase. I unintentionally spoke out loud, "earplugs? That's new."

"Yea. My new girlfriend says I snore." I froze. I knew that voice. For the first time in weeks I looked at the person in front of me. Standing before me was Yo Chitose, my old clansman. "Yo?"

I had not seen him since the night Mikoto-san was killed. Looking into his eyes I'm taken back to the night Tatara died. I can picture it all again. Him laying my half-limp body on the couch and sitting in front of me. One gently hand on my knee. "Hey… We love you, Kimiko. You know that right?" I flash back to reality when Chitose speaks.

"The candies are for Anna." I just blink in amazement. "You… you have been coming in here every week?"

"I'm surprised you didn't notice. Our hands touch every time when you give me my change. It's why I never use a card. I guess part of me hopes you will use those fancy powers to sense that it is me and look up for a change."

"I'm not even sure I have them anymore…" I just look down. He doesn't say anything for a moment. Suddenly there is an impatient child behind him tapping his foot wanting to purchase his jungle trading cards. Chitose picks up his items. "See you next week… Miko." He walks away casually. I feel like the only glimpse into my past life is fading from me and I almost shout across the store. "CHITOSE!" He stops and looks back with a hopeful look. I stutter with my words but all I can manage to say is, "You… you do snore. Anyone in Homra could have told you that."

"Yea… but you and I both know I wouldn't have listened." He give me his old cocky grin and walks out.

The rest of the day passes so slowly. All my coworkers are staring at me as they pass. "Wow she is really into it today, huh?" "I didn't know she had brown eyes." I watched everyone who entered and exited the store doors. What if someone else from my past came in? It was strange. I had encountered so many emotions during my days at Homra, but this was an entirely new feeling. It was like being a kid on Christmas, but having the fear in the back of your head that you would have a lump of coal in your stocking. What would happen now that I had recognized Chitose? Will he stop coming? Will I want it that way? I wasn't sure if I was happy to see him or mad. All I knew was that I had to get out from behind this damned counter. I jumped when I felt the familiar tap on the shoulder. I took of my apron and threw it at my relief worker. Why was I running? He had been gone for hours. Still I grabbed my things and sprinted to the doors. Out of breath I stood on the sidewalk and searched the crowds for that shaggy brown haired, plaid wearing flirt. Who was I kidding? What good would it do? He was gone.

I just curled into a ball on my bed that night and held Tatara's medallion. I didn't sleep. I wondered about what Chitose had said. "Next week? Every Week? We have been touching hands every week and I didn't sense it was him? Is my power truly gone?" I reached my hand back to try and feel my Homra mark on my shoulder blade. It had long scabbed over, I only felt it's power once a few months ago when it signified a new king… probably Kusanagi. I kissed Tatara's medallion. I know it was a brief encounter with Chitose today, but it still made me forget. It really had been just another day… not just December the 7th.

On the way to the bakery the next day I keep my eyes up, wondering who else I can recognize. Nobody I knew had come into work, but my customers were certainly surprised to have seen me looking up from the register for a change. It was as if all my senses are peaked. I feel like a Homra on patrol again. I walk faster than usual with my head held up and scanned the crowds with my eyes. I could feel the wind and hear the - . I stopped. "Skateboard wheels?" Very familiar ones coming from the alley behind the bakery. I ran behind the building and saw a shadow vanish around the corner. I know that sound. I know the sound of that very skateboard. I choose to head them off. I take a shortcut between buildings. I hear the skateboarder approaching on the other side. As I round the corner we collide. We both fell onto the ground face first. I breathe out heavily and stare at the ground, afraid to look up. What if it is him? What do I say? I hear the skateboarder let out a groan, a familiar one. I take a hard swallow and look up. Laying across from me on the ground is Misaki Yata. He pushes himself off the pavement. "Hey! Why don't you watch where you're – shit…" His eyes widened. "What are you doing out here? You're supposed to be at the…"

"Misaki…"

"You're supposed to be at lunch."

"That's what you say after a year?"

"Just make my life easier and stick to your schedule, ok?"

"Wait what? How do you – ugh," I pushed myself up, "How do you know I have lunch this time?" He doesn't answer. First Yo yesterday and now Misaki… Homra was everywhere Were they watching me? He puts his foot on the board and turns his back on me. "Yata-san! I… I'm sorry." He just turns his head so I could see that familiar profile of his… "Still won't look me in the eye huh, Misaki?" He turns and sighs with impatience. "What are you sorry for? And don't call me that."

"Oh, sorry. I just thought. Sorry. Sorry I keep saying sorry, agh! I just, I should have helped you. With Anna I mean."

"Whatever." He shrugged. "You had a good excuse I guess."

"No I didn't. Totsuka was your friend. Mikoto was our king. It's dumb of me to think I'm more deserving of grief than the rest of-"

"Kimiko, look... You don't have to do this. It's whatever, Anna is fine. We all are fine. Just go back to your boring life of bagging groceries." He turns to leave once more. "Misa – eh… Yata?" He sighs again, this time less aggravated, "what?" I actually had nothing else to say, but I couldn't bear the thought of him leaving. Not on a note like this. He turns towards me. "I said what!?" Then his eyes moved from my face to something behind me. "Miko, DUCK!" Without hesitating I cover my head and bend down. Misaki jumps over me and starts fighting someone behind us. They are dressed normally, but have a strange green helmet over their head."

"You bastards. Still following me? I swore I lost you at the market. Miko beat it!" I dont dare disobey him I stand and run. Market? Surely not my market? Why would he be there? I looked back and he was still fighting the green helmet guy. Misaki was winning. "That's what you get when you mess with Homra, helmet dweeb." My arrogant remark is cut short when the slender man passing me trips me, and it appears to be on purpose. I faceplant for the second time in ten minutes. Groaning I roll onto my back. "What the hell man?" When I have completely turned over I see him standing above me with a green sword. A green helmet forms around his head. "What was that you said little lady? About Homra? I don't suppose you would be one of them. Huh?" He pushed the tip of his blade to my throat and begins to walk around me. The other people on the sidewalk have scattered. They want nothing to do with this guy. He sees my face and my lower jaw quiver a bit. "Wow, you are pretty scared. Maybe you aren't from Homra." He squats behind me as I sit on the ground. "Let's have a look shall we." He keeps the blade on my neck as he pulls out his phone. "Say cheese, sweetheart." He takes a picture of me with an obnoxious flash. After a few seconds an automated voice says, "Affiliation: unknown. Zero Jungle points." He pulls his sword away and the green blade vanishes. "Too bad, but lucky for you I guess. Wait…" He looks behind me at something on the pavement. I slowly turn my head to see, cautious not to let my guard down. "No." Totsuka's medallion. I see a flash and hear the automated voice on his phone. "Artifact recognized: HOMRA Member: Tatara Totsuka. Deceased. Jungle Points: 100"

"Score…" He goes to pick it up. "Oh no you don't." I reached forward and grab his ankle. He starts screaming. I look at my hand around his ankle and realize I was burning him! Suddenly I could feel the pain I was causing. I feel his every ache. I feel the frustration and fear in him. I feel a twisted desire for Tatara's medallion as if it is his redemption. I hear someone scream behind us.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" Yata is right behind him, swinging his board towards the helmeted man's head. With a loud thud it crashes down on his skull. The other guy, who first attacked Misaki pulls up on a motorcycle with a bloody arm. "Forget the points, Taiyo, get on. This guys is nuts." He kicks out of my grasp and hops on the back of the motorcycle. They rush away an Misaki Hollard after them. "Come back here ya bastards! Fight! Tch…. Chickens." He turned and faced me, "you ok?"

"NO! I mean yes… I mean, ugh." I fall backwards and lay on the pavement trying to get some deep breaths. "It's just been a while since I've done something like that ya know? Who were they anyway?"

"The green clan. They are the ones who kidnapped Anna a couple months ago. They have been stirring up all sorts of trouble lately."

"They were after you for something…"

"Probably just looking for a fight."

"You certainly have the reputation for fights. I wouldn't blame them." I grab Tatara's medallion and slip it around my neck. Misaki sees it when I stand. "Is that…"

"… Totsuka's. Yea."

"You're wearing his coat too…"

"Yea."

"Yea…" He puts a foot on his board and rolls it back and forth like he's expecting me to say something else. I look down and see a couple red drops spilling on the ground. "Yata! You're bleeding!"

"It's a scratch I'll be fine. I'm more worried about you. I saw you using your powers. Usually that would weaken you a lot if you hadn't used them in a while." I rub my shoulder over where my Homra mark was. "I. I didn't think I could do that anymore."

"Maybe you should come have Anna take a look at your aura. It might be damaged."

"NO! No… I couldn't. I couldn't go back there."

"Figures. Suit yourself." He pushes off and skates away from me. "MISAKI!" He stops and looked back, almost hopeful. "I mean, um, Yata-san. You said to do you a favor and stick to my boring schedule. What did you mean?" He shrugged, "I don't know. I say lots of random stuff. Later" He skates off and I narrow my eyes at his apathetic response. What wasn't he telling me?

All night I lay there thinking. My mind races. I can't seem to get it organized. About 2AM I give up on sleep and decided to get some air. I opened my bedroom window and climb into the fire escape. A couple of heaves later and I'm sitting on the rooftop ledge looking out over Shizume city. I closed my eyes and whispered to myself. "Totsuka… I'm so confused. Tell me what to do."

"Why didn't you go with him? Yata I mean." He sits to my left, just a figment of my imagination. I can't sense his warmth, but I can imagine it. "I can't face them again. Not after I left."

"Your aura is unstable. You can't be roaming the streets with it like that. It's unsafe for everyone."

"I just thought…"

"You thought with King gone and your separation from Homra your powers would just go away? Ah my sweet Kimiko, if only we could avoid life so easily. But then again why would we want to."

"Because it's too hard! After Mikoto died… there was no point to me being there. Kusanagi took off… the only people who knew me when I first came to Homra were gone. To everyone else I'm just Totsuka's girlfriend."

"That's not true. Rikio was there the first day you joined the clan. Chitose. And look at me! Do I look gone to you?"

"You're not really here."

"I'm always here, love… always."

I open my eyes and look out over the city. It was pointless to go back. They clearly don't care about me… and yet… they were watching me. "Wait…" I stand up "Those assholes. They are spying on me! Probably worried I'm going to turn on them like Sarihiko did!" I look into the sky. " See Tatara, you're wrong. They don't want me back. To them, I'm just a deserter." I jumped off the ledge and landed on the fire escape. I was furious. I would never go back to Homra. I didn't mean anything to them anymore… and they meant nothing to me. And yet there was something in the back of my mind telling me that was the farthest thing from the truth.

Sunday morning comes too slowly. I had been up so late thinking and battling my mixed emotions. On my way to the corner bakery for breakfast I keep glancing down at my hands. I actually still have some power left in me from Mikoto-san. I feel my heightened senses as I walk through the Shizume streets. I wonder if they are still spying on me right now, Homra, watching after me like I was a time bomb. And yet, I feel like that isn't the reason they have been watching me… I wish I had a sign. "Ouch!" I cover my ears as a sharp ringing shoots through them. I look up and see everyone else doing the same. Every media device in the square is syncing together, like what Mr. Kusanagi did when we tried to find Tatara's killer. I turn my eyes to the screen and hear the audio echoing through the down. My eyes widen and I freeze when I see the words on the screen…

"HOMRA IS OVER"

Watch episode one of K- Return of Kings if you haven't already!