A/N: So I know there are other clans. But since some of them were/are not named or given speculation, I decided to pick one and make up my own. So I tweaked it around and worked with it. I don't own K Project, so this is just my idea on how the story might have gone had my made up Purple clan been involved. The storyline doesn't actually change, though.
Chapter One
"Get back here! What'd you just steal, you bastard?!"
A figure dashed into a side alley, jumping over garbage cans and knocking them over to deter their angry pursuer. Long sleeves billowed, one sliding up for just a moment to reveal something large and red clenched in their hand. The russet-haired boy on the skateboard easily jumped over the obstacles in time to glimpse the item. "I knew it!" he yelled. "You stole something! Give it back!"
He heard a laugh drifting back on the wind as the thief continued to run, wall jumping up the buildings of the alley and onto the roof. Yata Misaki yelped and ducked as they jumped over his head. "Hey!" Flipping his skateboard into his hands, he quickly climbed the ladder after them. Scrambling onto the roof, he looked around and spotted the figure standing on the edge. They were masked and wearing a long coat that was buttoned all the way to the neck with the hood pulled up. "You shitty thief! What did you take? Give it here." He walked toward them, extending his hand, when the person pulled off the mask and hood. Long midnight-purple hair tumbled down in tresses as a grin spread on smooth lips.
"Oh? The little boy wants to have my treasure? You're so determined, and yet you don't even know what it is? How cute~"
Yata's eyes widened and he took a step back. "A-A girl? Wait…" He squinted and saw the elaborate moon-shaped symbol on her neck, just below her jawline on the left side. "That symbol! Are you with the Purple Clan?!" She nodded, her indigo eyes gleaming. "Yes, I am! How clever you are!" She sighed, clasping a hand to her cheek. "What a pity. And after I tried so hard to keep our clan separated and mysterious from the rest, too."
Yata was stunned. He'd never met or even seen a Purple Clansman before. Hell, he'd only seen the symbol once when Kusanagi had drawn it for him. He shook his head, trying to maintain his composure. "What were you doing in HOMRA's bar? What did you take?" The woman tilted her head and reached into her pocket. "Oh what, this?" She pulled out a large, red piece of blown glass that was shaped like a moon and clouds. "Oh, it's just something I let Kusanagi-kun, ah, borrow for a while, so now I'm taking it back."
She pocketed it and shifted her weight. "Tell your King that Ootori Nanami gives her regards. He'll know who I am." She snapped her fingers, and Yata felt like the world was swirling upside-down in his head, and a gale-like force knocked him back a few feet. "W-Wait! Come back…here…" He staggered and sank onto the concrete roof. When his mind cleared, he looked around and she was gone. "Ootori Nanami…huh."
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Izumo nearly launched himself over the counter when Yata relayed the event. Yata had never seen him so serious and agitated. "You're sure she said Ootori Nanami? What else did she say?" The boy pointed to the empty spot on the counter where the glass moon had been. "She said she's taking back that moon that she let you borrow."
He turned as Mikoto strolled into the bar. "Mikoto-san! I met a Purple Clansman today. She said to give you her regards, and that her name was Ootori Nanami." Suoh Mikoto froze for a moment, letting the information sink in. "…What?" Yata stared, worried he'd said something wrong. "Er, said her name was Ootori Nanami, and she gave you her regards…?" Mikoto's brow furrowed deeply. "You're sure that was her name?" Yata nodded; this was getting repetitive. The name wasn't that hard to remember. "Yes, that's what she said. Is that bad?"
Mikoto heaved a deep sigh and ran a hand through his hair, exhaling a cloud of cigarette smoke. "I dunno. But if that really was Ootori Nanami, then you just met the Purple King." Yata was stunned for the second time that day. Nah, he was darn shocked. "The…Purple King?! No way! Then that thing she did?" Kusanagi nodded. "Yes. That was most likely her aura. I'm surprised you withstood her as well as you did. Either she wasn't trying, or she's very weak at the moment."
He absently began rearranging wine glasses behind the counter. "It's been a long time since anyone has seen or heard of the Purple Clan," he explained. "I met Nanami-san a while back, when I was around twenty-two, and she was…eighteen, I think. She wasn't the Purple King then. We dated for a little while. She gave me that moon trinket to keep an eye on it, although I'm not sure why she'd want it back now, nor what it even does." Mikoto laughed slightly and leaned against the wall. "The Purple Clan specializes in mind-image manipulation and psychic abilities based largely on shadows, but most lower levels are limited to moving small objects. Ootori has to grant them the abilities to actually manipulate the shadows."
Yata tilted his head. "But if that's so, why haven't we seen so much as a flicker from them?" Kusanagi frowned, folding his arms and staring at the ceiling. "I don't know. Honestly, I wasn't sure if Nanami-san was still alive. The last time I saw her, she was in the hospital after a driving incident. They said she was hit by an eighteen-wheeler, but the…suspect hadn't been found." He sighed heavily and continued. "There was an explosion in the hospital about three days later, and a lot of patients disappeared, including Nanami-san. No one who worked there or had been in the building up to an hour prior had any recollection of anything leading up to the event."
Turning to the Red King, Izumo watched him. "Mikoto, you seem to know a lot more about the abilities of the Purple Clan than I do. Have you fought with them since the incident?" The red-haired man sighed again and settled on the couch, remaining silent for a few moments. "…I ran into them a few years ago. They might have changed since then, though." The bartender hummed in agreement as Yata went out to think over this new information. "Well," Kusanagi murmured. "It seems the Purple Clan has returned. This is gonna be a bitch, isn't it…Damn."
Looking to the king lounging on the couch, he smiled wanly. "We didn't tell him the whole truth, did we…" It was more of a statement than a question, but Mikoto huffed in affirmation. "Nope." The bartender sighed, setting down the glass in his hand. He'd subconsciously been cleaning it harder than normal, leaving it spotless. He frowned as he noticed a small engraving in the bottom of the bowl of the glass.
Lifting it up for inspection, he smiled slightly. "Hey." He tossed it at Mikoto, who caught it in one hand and raised it above his head. An eyebrow rose, followed by a tired laugh. "She's definitely back." He tilted his head. "Can I melt it?" Izumo clicked his tongue and made 'gimme' motions with his hands. "No, you can't. It's a perfectly fine glass if I just remove the etching." The Red King snorted and tossed it back. "Jeez, you and your bad memories can stay away from my glasses," Kusanagi teased. Mikoto just closed his eyes, rolling over to face the back of the couch.
"Not all of the memories are bad."