Part Two of Three
The irony of his life is that one of the last stops in his life will be inside a cage, after all those jokes about his lion-like personality. He laughs a bit to himself in that dark room and there is no care if anyone is even listening to him. Reality is that there is no care at all anymore.
If he could estimate it probably a few days have passed but none of that matters. Nothing really matters anymore, all this king cares about is the fact that with this solitude he can gather himself, prepare for the main event.
Munakata, his favorite rival often comes by, spewing reason and logic to a man who has no will to understand. Every word only runs through one ear to then go immediately out. The Blue speaks of reason, but Mikoto could only snort at that:
"There is no reason for a dead man."
If he could find the care in his will he'd tell any who were willing to listen that there is only one thing on his mind this December season. And that the will to live is laced through gray eyes of a child and the hope in a clan who worshipped at his feet. But fuel to the fire of revenge is in the memories. Memories of a smile, of a laugh, of a song. Fuel in order to feel whole once more.
Nothing can stop this lion on the hunt, no matter speed or proportion. Mikoto had one goal in mind and the time limited was ticking.
Surrounded by chains, he looks up to the sky beyond the cemented building, "Give me a little bit more time."
But his audience either the Sword which chose him or the person took away without his consent. Who knows, but now a distraction in the form of a phone, levitating on its own.
I know I just have to be going somewhere with this story. I hope.
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-Smileandsleep
