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Chapter 1

Days


Him. Her.

Stop staring at me.

Why?

Just stop.

Idiot.

Say. That. Again.


It became a ritual for the Red King.

Every Thursday he would board the train from one station to another, not knowing where he was going for he didn't care. There was a time slot of 5:00pm to 7:00pm when he would not be seen by any in HOMRA and no one knew where he went. Seldom did the Red King himself knew where he was headed and only noticed the new location when he would finally leave a station with his hands in his pockets and his blazing intensity burning through the skin of anyone who bumped into him but his eyes fixated on the something. Someone.

Someone he had been following for a while. Who was the reason for his newfound absent-mindedness.

But it wasn't entirely his fault. The person himself seemed to be clueless about the little journeys.

Sorry. Herself.

People who recognized him would move out of the way in an instant and look at him from a distance with awe and fear. But she didn't seem to notice at all. He waited every Thursday at the train station he could find the nearest when he was out, board the train 621-A that would run between Wakahisa circle and HotStreet market – two of the most crowded places in Shizume – and wait for the doors to open at every station until finally she entered through the doors and sat in the exact same spot she sat every week which gave the best view of the city's dying day light and growing night life.

Jet black hair let loose, the fringes covering her forehead and the cream colored skin accentuating those big dark eyes she had. They were brown he had learnt, the darkest possible. She was pretty, no doubt. But what caught his interest more was her constant presence with either Munakata or the Gold king.

Just staring at her while being seated diagonally across her became a necessity. Once a week dose.

Matsushita Kamiko.


She studied the pattern well. He would always be present before she came and would leave with her. She wouldn't have cared if she had not seen him that day. It was a surprise – quite pleasant she had to admit – when she saw the Red king follow her. Munakata had been hesitant to tell her about him but she figured it out quite easily.

It was a good pass time though. She stole a few glances every now and then only to find him looking away into some distant view, often annoyed because of the number of people in the train, mostly chirpy girls and hyperactive boys. He tried hard not to hit anyone, which would make her laugh and she would desperately try and hide it.

Did she like him? No.

But it gave her a means of amusement, slightly different from the monotonous routine of her life. Watching him was somewhat of a delight.

Suoh Mikoto.


A/N: Sorry for the delay, but it'll only worsen, I'm afraid. Read my profile for that little message. Sorry if this fic is too short.

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