Yuki waited just outside the building Scepter 4 called their territory. All the while she felt watched by nothing. Blue clansmen passed her and attempted in vain not to stare. She couldn't blame them because she was new, a stranger, and they all wanted to get a good look before things returned to normal. Or maybe they stared because their king took some interest in her.
She closed her eyes to enjoy the sun on her face for a moment but then quickly opened them. Every time she closed her eyes she caught images of memory that didn't belong to her. She shouldn't be having memories from a man that died long ago. Two souls shouldn't be able to occupy one body but it did. Daikokou wanted to see his old friend again and again for as long as he lived.
"Hey, you're Yuki Aiko?"
The voice nearly startled her but when she recognized the uniform to be that of Scepter 4 she calmed herself. "Yeah," she finally said.
"I'm Saruhiko Fushimi. I'll be escorting you home." Fushimi didn't seem to care much for her, in fact he acted as if she were a burden. Maybe she was. However, his king was the one that insisted on this arrangement. He was her own age and acted very arrogantly. He was used to being the best. He was smarter, faster, stronger than everyone else. Or at least that was the mask he liked to wear.
Without another word she started walking. Fushimi didn't ask her any questions either, which she was silently thankful for. They would need to get to the train station before the Greys figured out where she was.
The summer sun beat down mercilessly but it didn't bother her as much as it bothered Fushimi. He fanned himself with his hands as they waited at a crosswalk. "How much longer do we have to walk?" He complained.
"Just a few more minutes. There's a train station a few more minutes away. That'll take me home. You could, actually, just drop me off there." The crosswalk signaled for everyone to walk so they started walking.
"No, I'll ride the train all the way there with you. I'd be killed if I didn't anyway," Fushimi sighed and finally stopped fanning himself. He stared intently at something in front of them. Yuki followed his line of sight to a boy holding his skateboard under his arm. He was about their age with red hair and a grumpy look.
"Well, now, Misaki, I hope you aren't causing any trouble out here," Fushimi said it with as much poison as he did sarcasm when they got closer.
The boy he called Misaki turned away from him, doing everything he could not to get into a fight. "Shut up, Fushimi, what I'm doing is none of your damn business."
The two boys didn't seem to notice her presence anymore. "Come on, Misaki, don't be like that. Weren't we friends once?"
That struck a nerve with the fiery haired boy. His fist lit up with the red aura of the Red Clan and he punched but the cool-headed Blue Clansman dodged too easily. In the middle of a crowd, Misaki and Fushimi were a blur of fists and feet and dodging and dancing. Misaki couldn't hit Fushimi, who mocked him.
"Come on, you can do better than that, Misaki. What's wrong? Aren't you stronger yet?" With every insult the fiery aura grew brighter.
Across the street a silvery glow caught her eye. The aura was grey and it surrounded a person she never saw before. He had hair like clouds and piercing blue eyes that stared right at her. Was this a grey clansman? She wasn't going to wait for the answer. She just ran. And ran. And ran until she broke from the crowded streets and suddenly her face collided with the cement. They were still out in the open but this time there was nobody to come and rescue her.
Blood dripped from her nose, Yuki could feel that. The blood was thick and the pain was sharp. Did she break her nose?
Strong hands grabbed her slim wrists and twisted her arms painfully. She tried not to scream. They weren't going to have the satisfaction of a scream. Who had her? Who was it that sat on her back and held her down?
The warmth of their breath tickled her neck. "I'm disappointed in you, Gold King, I thought you would have put up a better fight than that? Are you still trying to hide even after we've found you?" The man pulled on her arms. It ripped a scream from her throat. "Yaka may have failed to detain you but I'm much different." A fog appeared so suddenly that she was convinced it wasn't real.
The power of gold was useless if she kept it hidden. But she wasn't apart of this war.
Heat surrounded them but it didn't burn her as much as she thought it would. It was a powerful heat that forced the man to let go and new hands were replaced. They were warmer and gentler when they picked her up. She looked up at a man who was way too gentle to be in the red clan. His eyes were full of kindness and he was dressed as if he were ready to serve people alcohol.
Now she got a good look at the Grey clansman. He was only in his early twenties but possessed more power than most clansman. He knew how to use it too. Misaki and Fushimi were nowhere to be found.
The red aura blew away the smog. It belonged to a very young looking girl. She used the aura to create wings like an angle and it kept her hovering over the ground. The eyes that glared at this clansman were like daggers. Behind her was a whole group of a gang called HOMRA.
"Beating up women isn't very nice," ash from the bartender's cigarette dropped on her cheek but she quickly wiped it away. "Who are you, anyway?"
"Me? I'm Juno, a grey clansman. Our fight has nothing to do with you reds so leave us be!"
"You don't exactly have room to be giving orders seeing as how you're the one on our territory, Juno." The bartender set down Yuki on her feet and he flicked away the butt of his cigarette and began taking out another one.
"Go ahead, come at me," Juno challenged.
The Red's Sword of Damocles was beautiful and Yuki could feel the warmth and safety under it. She could feel the power and it put pressure on her body, she felt like she'd be smothered under it but she somehow stayed on her feet.
Yes, that's the power of the Kings. The power you are trying to run away from. The voice in her head was not her own. The old soul was awakened by the noise and adrenaline.
She never saw the bar tender take out his lighter but she did see him use the power given to him to create balls of fire that followed Juno as he ran from it. He ran up a building and a few weren't fast enough to follow upwards but the rest did. He jumped and dove headfirst toward the ground and a few ran into each other. He landed on his feet and had no time to relax before a bigger guy, tanned with blond hair, started throwing punches. Still, Juno kept calm and never used his power. He even allowed himself to answer a ringing phone.
Shortly after his face changed. He frowned and continued dodging. "Yes, of course. Alright then," he hung up the phone and this time he dodged a punched by ducking and then he kicked the man in the stomach. The grey aura started to surround him. Juno took the time to look at Yuki who hid behind the bartender and then at the red king. "I would love to stay and fight you, Anna, but my King calls." He sighed with disappointment. "Guess I'll have this fight with you some other time." His aura released into a mist.
As fast as she could Anna released her aura and scattered the mist but Juno was gone.
Yuki had no strength to stand. She fell to her knees and sighed. "Thank you, Red King." She looked up at the girl and smiled. Her Sword disappeared into a glittery rain of red and the aura that kept her afloat vanished as her feet touched the ground. "I'm afraid I lost someone while running. Oh well, I guess."
"Who are you?" Anna asked of the girl.
Yuki pointed to herself. "Me? I'm Yuki Aiko. I'm sorry for causing you trouble, Anna."
Footsteps made everybody's head spin. A skateboard hit Anna's head and made her fall backward onto her butt. The blue clansman Fushimi and the one he called Misaki were oblivious to the fight. Fushimi and Misaki were too into their own battle. Whatever the skateboard was supposed to do missed its target. Whoever threw it in the first place, well nobody saw that part.
"Hey, Yata, watch it!" The bartender scolded.
Misaki turned and blushed. "Sorry, Anna." This left an opening that Fushimi should have taken but he stared at Yuki and then quickly put his sword away. The look on his face said he wanted to run to Yuki, to make sure she was okay because he failed at his job, but the bartender stood in his way and this made him nervous.
"What's a blue doing here?" The bigger man said once he recovered from the kick.
Yuki touched the blood oozing from her nose and then wiped it carefully. "He's with me," she announced. "That's the one I lost when I ran."
