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When We Ruled The World

Chapter 2 - Reunion

When Mikoto finally arrived at the Homra bar, it was almost nine in the evening. The neon sign shined dimly in the dark of the night. Almost everything seemed the same as he remembered, everything but the noise. It was too quiet. He couldn't remember, if he ever experienced this place so silent. Not at this hour at least. He was suddenly afraid of what he will find inside. Maybe his clansmen weren't there anymore. Maybe the Homra existed only as a neon sign now. All of his family gone to where their hearts brought them after their king's death. His death.

"And what about it?" he murmured to himself. Looking at the closed door trough the puff of vapor coming out of his mouth. It started snowing again. Small dots of snowflakes slowly drifting down to earth. It's been three months since his death and the winter was still in full swing. He remembered it started to snow back then. When he looked up to his dying Sword of Damocles, the freezing beauty was slowly, indifferently falling to the ground like now. He remembered Munakata's eyes back then. The pain and regret written clearly deep inside. Then shock and the flash of determination came and suddenly Reisi's warm body was against his. There was no pain. But he knew as his vision suddenly blurred and his legs gave up. Reisi was precise as with everything, he expected no less from the Blue King. As he clung to the body holding him up he gave his last words to his precious little Anna. I'm sorry Anna. I won't be able to show you that lovely red anymore. He wanted to say more to the Blue King, Thank you...for everything... but his words never reached Reisi never passed his lips. He struggled for air, but his lungs betrayed him, his next breath never came and his mind froze in nothingness.

Inside the bar Izumo was cleaning his precious pieces of expensive British dishes, Anna was sitting on the bar stool watching him. Misaki with Rikio and Eric were sitting on the couch in the corner and quietly discussed the recent news about the new Red King.

"Mikoto?" Anna said the name so quietly he almost didn't hear her, but it caught his interest as if she screamed it. The little white haired girl was facing the door intently, carefully getting off the bar stool and standing on the ground. "Mikoto!" She shouted the name this time and didn't wait for anything anymore and run to the door.

The three in the corner raised their heads and with puzzled expression watched the girl run out of the door.

"Mikoto!" The Red King heard the voice of the little Homra princess shout and then the increasing sound of her running feet towards the door. A few quickened heartbeats later the door were open and the small girl fixed her wide eyes right upon him. Standing still for a second before she lunged herself at his warm body, hugging him around his legs. He patted her affectionately on her shoulders.

"Hello, Anna." Smiled Mikoto down at the little girl as she finally looked up and into his eyes. Her own shining with undisguised happiness. Their little moment was interrupted by another opening of the bar main door. This time revealing Izumo and right behind him were Yata, Rikio and Eric. All four pairs of eyes widening at who they saw in Anna's embrace.

"Hey," said the Red King to greet his friends.

Izumo was the first one to visibly relax and then flashed him relieved smile without saying anything.

Then there was a line of: "Mikoto-san." From happy Rikio. "Mikoto-san." From unbelieving Eric. And the last: "Mikoto-san." From teary Misaki.

"We should probably go inside. It's starting to snow," said Izumo to interrupt the oncoming reunion. They don't have to freeze outside when it was warm inside. He ushered all of them back in. Mikoto passing him last. "I'm glad you're back." He looked at his alive again friend as they entered and the door closed behind them sealing the cold weather outside.

"Me too." The Red King smiled warmly and went straight to his usual place on the couch. Anna enthusiastically sat at his side and around them Misaki, Rikio and Eric sat down variably. Before Izumo joined them, he took his phone out of his pocket. He wrote a short message and sent it to all members of Homra, except the three present. 'THE KING IS BACK!'

***WhenWeRuledTheWorld***

Inside the dark room Reisi laid on his bed watching as the light from the Moon shined trough his window. There was no curtains in its way and the silver threads of misty light painted his room in an unearthly gray. The color of his mind right now. He couldn't believe only a few hours ago he was out and it was snowing heavily, now the layer of white was everywhere, but the sky was clear and filled with stars again.

It was three in the morning and sleep has yet to claim him. Thoughts and memories swirled in his head since this afternoon. Since the moment he felt the new Red King had been chosen. He was outside their headquarters for the whole afternoon and evening. Just walking without any purpose or any direction.

He felt lost.

Suddenly he was back to square one, it felt like the days following Mikoto's death. The new Red King come at the worst possible time for him. Just when his heart felt a bit lighter again after weeks, the feeling of bottomless sadness and loneliness came back within one single moment. Only a few seconds and he felt like he lost everything again.

The Red King went after the Colorless King with such a vengeance it made his blood run cold at times. Mikoto was always rash and covered it with indifference and never listened to reason, but this bloodlust was something absolutely not like him. Reisi got goosebumps everytime he thought about their last week. He was desperately trying to make the Red King see reason and resign. But his pleas fell on deaf ears. It was a bloody revenge and cost more then the evil king's life in the end. Three innocent lives for the one who deserved to die. Too high a price in Reisi's opinion.

The desperation and regret were swallowing his mind and heart again. And it was painful. Painfully real again. Right before his eyes. He saw the snow falling from the metal sky like this very evening. Grey paint everywhere. He felt the slight resistance of a flesh before his saber finally went trough and he couldn't move, his breath held in for a long while. Then the sickening sound as he automatically pulled the metal out of his body and suddenly he held his dying lover in his arms again. Felt the weight of his collapsing body still warm against his.

His stomach lurched at the painfully realistic memories and he grabbed at it in an futile attempt to calm it down. With a shaking hand he threw the sheets away and quickly went for the bathroom door.

***WhenWeRuledTheWorld***

It was early morning when finally even Yata went to bed. Anna was sleeping beside Mikoto on the couch for hours now and Izumo worked behind the bar, preparing for the day.

After he send the message, the rest of Homra were back at the bar within an hour. Everyone eager to see their king again and taking his resurrection better then he expected. Mikoto explained them what happened, at least what he himself understood, and how the Silver King gifted him with second chance. Returning him back to life with restored Sword of Damocles.

Izumo's thoughts were interrupted by Mikoto. His friend silently stood up from couch and slowly headed for the door. His hands lazily in his pant's pockets.

"Are you going to see him?" The bartender asked, looking at his friend.

The Red King slowly stopped in his tracks. Listening. He knew Izumo has something to say, otherwise he wouldn't ask this question.

"He had it pretty hard after you...you know," continued the bartender.

Mikoto turned to his blond friend. This conversation will probably take some time.

"How do you know?" asked the redhead.

"You know me." Izumo smiled sheepishly, but then it turned more mischievous. "I have my ways."

"His pretty Lieutenant?" asked the King directly.

Izumo was shocked to say the least. His friend was more observant then some gave him credit for, he knew, but he still wouldn't expect him to know and even remember about Seri. Let alone her rank.

"I can't believe you even remember her..."

"You're so smitten with her, it's hard to forget her."

Izumo gaped at him for a few seconds. Which earned him a triumphant smirk from his King. Well, so much for trying to be discreet.

"You really thought I don't know about it?" Mikoto asked genuinely bewildered.

Izumo just shrugged. "You just surprise me now and then."

"I'm glad," replied the Red King smugly.

Izumo watched his friend for a moment then decided it would be better to go back to the original topic and his face became serious again. "He didn't take killing you well."

"How bad was he?" Mikoto asked and seemed almost concerned.

"Pretty bad." Sighed the bartender and locked eyes with his friend. "He still is. According to Seri, he's getting worse every day."

Mikoto just stared at his friend and so the blond continued. "Trouble sleeping, eating, concentrating...you know," he paused for a moment. "He never touched his saber or cigarets since that day..."

Mikoto couldn't prevent the scowl which found its way onto his face. This information was more then disturbing. He knew the Blue King. He knew Reisi. This wasn't like him. Yes, he knew the Captain of Scepter 4 will not be happy about his decision in the end, but he also knew how strong Reisi is and that he will move on in time. He just never thought letting Munakata kill him will be that hard on the Blue King. Reisi always lived for his duty. They both knew from the beginning the ending of this story, but neither ever talked about it when they were together, not till Totsuka's death. That's when Reisi started to press Mikoto about giving up his throne. And Mikoto refused to hear him out. The night Totsuka died, they both knew it was the beginning of the end for them.

Mikoto loved Reisi. It was simple as that. He knew that much and he knew the Blue King felt something for him too. It was obvious from the number of nights they spend just laying together in bed, wallowing in each others' presence. Taking comfort from one another. Feeling, at least for these sacred nights, they're not completely alone in all of this. That's why he wouldn't want anyone else to end his miserable existence. He trusted Reisi with his life, with his secrets. Reisi knew everything about him and understood. He even told him about his visions of destruction, of death. The only thing Reisi didn't understand, couldn't understand, was why it was impossible for him to resign. He couldn't leave his family like that, like a coward. And it became absolutely impossible after his friend died. It would be like a treason. He needed to be the one, who killed the bastard that dared to shot a member of his family. Otherwise he couldn't die in peace. He was never a true King, not like Reisi was, but he could never betray his family by stepping down, leaving Totsuka's death unpunished.

Izumo's next words ripped him out of his musings with a force, even though he didn't let any of his thoughts show on his face. "I know what you two meant for each other, what you probably still mean," said the blond carefully, looking for any sign in Mikoto's face he's stepping over the limits. But the Red King's face was still as passive as ever and so the bartender continued, "and I just wanted you to know everything is not the same as you remember. Just be considerate, he's been through a lot." Sighed Izumo and shrugged.

"I'm not a fool," replied Mikoto through gritted teeth.

"Sure," smiled Izumo teasingly. "You're a big fool. That's why I'm warning you." He crossed the room to the redhead and patted his shoulder in a friendly gesture. "Anyway, you should take it by the river on this side. Otherwise you could miss him. He's there every day, taking a walk."

Mikoto looked his friend in the eyes at that, all the irritation he felt a moment before gone. "Thanks,"

he whispered, turned on his heels and was gone before Izumo could say something more.

"Good luck," whispered the blond to the ringing bell above the now closed door.

***WhenWeRuledTheWorld****

It felt like forever when Mikoto finally made it to the Blue's headquarters, but it was merely half an hour. He didn't met the Blue King anywhere on his way and so he hoped, will find him here. He was standing outside the main gate, watching two soldiers, who were brave enough to block his way, or maybe stupid enough.

"Hey." He waved a hand in their direction. "You know who I am. You don't want to stand in my way." He smirked and let his aura sparkle at the end of his fingers to make a point. To which both soldiers stepped reluctantly aside, but as he passed them, he heard one of them inform someone of his visit through intercom.

When he made it in front of Munakata's office rooms, the doors flew open before he could even reach for the handle and Izumo's woman was in his face.

"Suoh Mikoto." She blinked a few times. "Really," she uttered then turned on her heels and without another word went back inside her office without closing the doors behind her, leaving Mikoto where she surprised him a few moments ago.

After a momentary silence the very still Mikoto heard her call to him, "Come on in, Red King." And so he stepped trough the already open ornate double doors.

When he entered the room he almost snickered at how boring the Blues' were. Everything was the same as he remembered it from one of his visits months ago. The woman stood beside another double doors he knew were leading to Munakata's office and Fushimi sat behind one of the tables watching him intently. If he didn't know the kid enough, he would have thought it was almost curious look on his face, but he knew better. Fushimi was curious or interested only in things surrounding Yata.

His thoughts were interrupted by the blond woman again as she said: "One of our men is in, reporting about yesterday, but...I think you should go in." She gave him a pointed look and mentioned to the doors. Since he knew she was the source of Izumo's knowledge about the Blue King's health, he knew the depth of her concern for her captain. Which was probably why she didn't make him wait here until their meeting ended. "This is more important." And she meant 'You are more important.' She looked into his eyes, trying to find something there, but Mikoto was not sure what it was. He smiled at her a bit, not knowing what to say and so he walked to the doors and without trying to be polite with knocking, he just pushed the heavy doors open.

He was expecting to see two men in blue uniforms staring at him disbelievingly, but the scene waiting for him was nothing like it. When he opened the doors he saw a blond haired man with his back to him and Munakata right in front of that man. Strange black aura was surrounding the two men, gaining strength. Mikoto immediately instinctively raised his own aura. Somewhere outside at a distance he heard panicked shouts, so he knew his Sword of Damocles formed above him. He felt the powerful red aura coursed trough him again. Stronger then ever before. He felt Awashima and Fushimi draw their weapons behind his back, the blue aura emitting out of them. The moment he activated his Sword of Damocles the blond man turned to him with wide eyes and cursed loudly. Then he took a step back from Munakata and with two more steps he threw himself out of the window. The glass shattering everywhere.

"After him, Fushimi!" Munakata's second in command shouted, but Saruhiko was out of the room, before she finished his name.

Mikoto's eyes found Reisi's form and he felt frozen. Something just didn't feel right about the Blue King.

Deep sigh escaped the dark haired king's lips, bringing the redhead back to reality.

Munakata's hand was covering his stomach. He looked oddly calm as his eyes found Suoh's. "In the end, I was still too slow." Reisi said with a small smile and slowly looked down at his bloody hand as he pulled it from his stomach.

Reisi knew something was off with the man when he came to his office earlier to give him the report he requested, but he felt so sick today, he ignored his instinct entirely, brushing it off as a part of him feeling sick and hurt because of the new Red King. How wrong he was. He knew now. Too bad it was too late...

But Mikoto came for him. He hoped it would be him.

Everything felt so slow to Reisi and his vision blurred slightly for a second, but he still saw Mikoto's eyes widen fearfully. And then, the pain come and he felt his whole body shiver as he looked at his dead lover. Then his legs finally gave out and he started his descend to the ground, falling to his knees.

The Red king's eyes widened with something akin to horror and despite his initial shock he was quick to react and was kneeling in front of the injured Munakata before the dark haired king had time to register it. His amber eyes full of concern.

Mikoto laid his hands on Reisi's shoulders steadying him.

"I was wondering if it would be you," whispered the Blue King brokenly.

"What?" Mikoto looked him in the face, confused.

"Coming for me in the end," Reisi explained further.

Mikoto was not sure what to say. If he was understanding Munakata correctly, the Blue King thought he was dying and he came to take him to the world of dead?

Reisi smiles, "I'm glad."

"Chmm." Suoh smirked. "But you can't die, only a King can kill another King."

Reisi smiled knowingly, but it was somehow sad as he looked towards the broken window where his assassin escaped before and whispered, "Black king..."

Suoh's heart almost stopped as he comprehended the two words the Blue king uttered tiredly. "What?" He had a feeling he was starting to pathetically repeat himself.

"No..." whispered Seri somewhere behind him.

Then he heard quick footsteps and a very pale Awashima crouched down beside them, obviously wanting to check his injury, but he just smiled and said: "That was the Black king. I...I didn't see..." before he expelled a shuddering breath and grunted as his body finally gave up and he crouched to the ground only to be safely caught and scooped up in his lover's arms.

***WhenWeRuledTheWorld***

At the other side of the town, in the certain bar a small white haired girl suddenly gasped, which caught the bartender's attention and he quickly came to her side, worried. Her eyes glazed over with tears as she whispered a pained "No..."

-TBC-

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