Title: Synonym

Summary: A drabble series involving Mikototsu. The second part of this series.

Disclaimer: I don't own K project

Warning: Yaoi

Sylvene- Thanks for the review :)

Guest- If u don like mikototsu why are u even reading this story?

June- Heres an update!

Little

When Mikoto was little he was afraid of the dark but as he grew up he stopped becoming afraid of it. After all there was nothing to be afraid of. Instead he started to fear himself. His own ridiculous strength and hot temper. After Totsuka's death he started to fear darkness again since the night brought sleep and with it despair.

Small

A small boy stood watching as his parents left him for good, leaving him alone in the park by the swing set. He waited for them to return as they had promised him, expecting gifts and kisses but all they left behind was his broken heart.

Crazy

Crazy. That was the only word that could be used to describe Mikoto's fighting style. It didn't follow any rules . It was raw and animalistic in it's purest form. It brought a strange pleasure to the viewer. That was why when Mikoto had rescued Totsuka from those bullies , he couldn't help but admire Mikoto.

Insane

Sometimes Mikoto wondered if he young boy following him around was insane. It wasn't impossible; but then again he wondered if he himself was also insane. Why else would he allow the brat to follow him around.

Well known

Totsuka was well known. He was known in certain nigh clubs as a very talented singer and crowd puller; among people who searched for talent as someone who always said no to any and every offer no matter how tempting. To enemies of Homra as the weak third executive. To casual aquintances he was a warm friend; to the boys and Anna in Homra a parent figure. To Izumo a friend on whom he could always rely upon. To Mikoto a ray of light in the darkness.

Famous

In Shizume city the Red Clan was famous as the clan of violence and rage. They were a group of vigilantes who had ties to the city's underworld. Even more famous or more specifically infamous was the Red King who was thought to be a demon. However the demon was lonely, placed on a pedestal he did not want. Fame brought reverence and veneration but also a reputation he did not want. The reputation of being a monster.

Vacant

Mikoto was not someone who was afraid of any thing. But it was pure fear that gripped his heart when he felt the vacant warmth where Tatara's aura should have been.

Empty

Empty. Every place was empty. Totsuka turned to look at the Red King. "Where are they?"asked Totsuka. "I threw them all away." replied the Red King unperturbed by Totsuka's glare. To him it was more like cute pouting. However he finally decided to take pity on Tatara and answered with a curt "I ate them all." He then smirked as Totsuka launched into a rant about how he needed the strawberries for making a cake. Finally Tatara decided he had to be smarter from now on about where he hides the strawberries if he wanted to prevent the king from eating them.

High

Totsuka was like a drug to Mikoto. The way he smiled, the way he moaned sweetly when Mikoto kissed him breathless down to the extremely cute pout when he couldn't have his way. Totsuka was a drug Mikoto loved to get high on. No wonder the withdrawal resulted in his death.

Tall

Totsuka loved how tall his king was. It made him more king like somehow. It made him more imposing and magnificent. But mostly he liked it cause he loved how safe he felt in the king's warm embrace.

One more chap to go... :) Please leave reviews they make my day. ;)