Hibisha: Well, here we go. And update within reasonable time.

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Hibisha: Okay, so lets get on with it! I kind of added insight on so as to why Mikoto is alive and well. Plus, we see Sarumi angst (even if it's like a very tiny bit of it.)

Oh, and also this is all set up during K: Missing Kings, so yeah, I thought I should just mention that.

Chapter 01: Search

"What? Fushimi-san is missing!?" Akiyama exclaimed, his face gone pale. Benzai sighed and gave him a curt nod. The two stood at the entrance of the dorms, Akiyama having just come back from his night shift, patrolling the grounds near the bar HOMRA.

Ever since Anna had been kidnapped by JUNGLE, the Red King had stomped out his pride and had requested the Blue King for his help. Thus, the two clans had been working together to find out where the Greens had taken her. Mikoto Suoh and Munakata Reisi had seemingly put aside their differences to form a small alliance in order to ensure the safety of Anna and also to get to the bottom of JUNGLE's latest activities.

Or so it seemed.

While both clans had agreed to follow their respective Kings' decision, neither clan wanted to work together. Akiyama himself had just returned from a patrol which he had been assigned to along with Chitose Yo from Homra. It had driven him to the edge of near insanity as Chitose didn't seem to have any restraint around the members of the fairer sex and kept disappearing off to chat up to the nearest thing with a pair of breasts.

How Homra even functioned with these idiots around was a mystery to him.

"He never returned from his patrol two days ago." Hidaka's voice pulled him out of his musings and he turned to look at the other man as he came out from the building, looking agitated beyond belief. "We traced his PDA-with a lot of difficulties let me tell you, that kid has like state of the art anti-spyware and whatnots. Anyways, this morning Captain and Lieutenant went to see what happened and..." His voice trailed off and his eyes narrowed dangerously.

"And?" Akiyama prodded, suddenly feeling unsettled. Why hadn't he heard of this if it happened two days ago?

"It was destroyed." Benzai finished with a grim look, "Totally shattered and all. It was a wonder how we even managed to get signals off that thing. It was barely working- only the screen-or what was left of it, was lit up. We couldn't access it or do anything else with it."

Cold dread washed over his body as Akiyama tried to wrap his mind around the fact that their third in command, Fushimi Saruhiko, was...gone.

"Captain has put up a Code Red situation." another voice cut in and all three turned to look at Kamo and Domyoji approaching, looking grim-something which didn't suit the later's face at all. "But only for a day or so. He plans on continuing the investigation concerning Homra's kidnapped strain." The way he had said Homra made Akiyama's eyes widen and caused Benzai to give him a sharp look.

"This just occurred to me...but who was on patrol with Fushimi-san?"

"..."

Akiyama looked from one member to another, noting how all their eyes narrowed and how their fists clenched simultaneously. Domyoji's green eyes darkened considerably and Benzai shot his colleague a worried look. Akiyama felt his curiosity surface.

"Who-" he began but Hidaka spoke up before he could repeat Benzai's question.

"Yata Misaki from HOMRA."

"Yata-san, it's getting late, we should head back." Kamamoto tried again for the umpteenth time to get the reckless auburn haired man to return back to the bar. Yata ignored him once more and doubled up his pace, leaving the blonde behind him. The crowd bustled around him, paying him no heed as he skateboarded around, eyes scanning every alley way he passed.

Go back to the bar? How could he?

Saruhiko was still missing.

And it was all his fault.

Not that anyone blamed him for it, he knew. Right from the start, both third in commands had made it clear that neither had any plans of working with each other. So when they had been ambushed by those JUNGLE members, Yata had clearly expected Saruhiko to hold his own- which he did. What he didn't expect was that, after he had deflected one of the knives their assailants had thrown at him, one would go off to stab Saruhiko in the shoulder.

There had been so much blood.

Fear clouded his mind and he pushed forward on the asphalt harder than necessary, moving forward at a ridiculous speed.

Saruhiko had not known where the knife had come from. He had immediately assumed his own lack of vigilance was at fault. After all, he hadn't been expecting one from Yata's direction.

The bleeding wouldn't stop.

Guilt consumed him as he came to a halt, right in front of the alley where the confrontation had taken place.

He should have never left that idiot alone. He shouldn't have gone along with Saruhiko's idea to split up.

Split up.

A low humorless laugh escaped his mouth before he could stop himself.

Saruhiko's idea to split up. Always to split up.

Split up.

Walk away.

Destroy.

Ever since the Ashinaka High School incident, the two clans had been slightly less aggravated towards each other. At one point, Yata had even fantasized about re-establishing his friendship with Saruhiko.

But Saruhiko had a completely different viewpoint.

On several occasions the blue had very loudly voiced his opinion about the stupid alliance they had formed- about Homra, about family and friendship.

Sometimes the Vanguard wondered how he could get away with bad mouthing his superior's orders like that but then again the Blue King had always been a bit too lenient with Saruhiko- something that even Yata had not been oblivious to.

And now that cocky bastard was missing.

Angrily, he punched one of the walls next to him, feeling skin tear around his knuckles but not caring, choosing to ignore the sharp sting of pain.

"That bastard!" he hissed out, "Where are you hiding, you stupid monkey!" Pressing his back against one of the walls, he slid down in utter defeat, pulling his beanie low over his eyes so no one would notice how his eyes had become moist.

Saru...where are you?

"Munakata." Mikoto lumbered awkwardly in the doorway of the other's office as he tried to think up of something to say to the Blue that would make him less tense.

"What is it Mikoto?" Munakata asked, giving him a pointed look. Mikoto shrugged. "Can I come in?' he asked. Munakata's amethyst eyes closed as he gave him permission with a nod of his head. Mikoto lazily made his way inside, cautious of the other's mood.

Contrary to popular belief, Mikoto wasn't completely oblivious to other people's feelings and did in fact care about others when they were hurting.

Especially if they were hurting because of him.

When Munakata had slayed the Colorless King before Mikoto could get to him, he had saved the Red King's life-at the cost of his own Sword of Damocles. A huge crack had appeared in the Blue King's sword, a burden that probably haunted the Blue every night. If there was one thing Mikoto regretted more than anything, it was putting Munakata in that position.

The death of the Colorless King acted as a catalyst for many events.

Munakata's sword got damaged.

The Silver King had disappeared along with the Gold King.

Soon after, Anna was kidnapped by JUNGLE.

And now Fushimi had vanished.

No wonder everyone had been on the edge lately.

Especially Munakata.

True, even though Fushimi had been his own clansman at one point, they had never been all that close but Mikoto had seen how attached the Blue King had gotten to his third in command.

The kind of attachment Munakata had never shown any one ever before.

A scowl set itself on his face before he could stop it.

Honestly, getting jealous about this right now hardly seemed right.

Especially since Fushimi was nowhere to be found.

"Munakata, my boys couldn't find him." he said, hating the helplessness that came with the words. He wondered what that boy was doing and how he was handling everything and if he really had been captured, how he was faring and if his captors were treating him right.

According to Yata, he had been in a very bad shape when they had been separated.

Mikoto didn't hate Fushimi. Nor did he ever blame the kid for leaving. Mikoto hadn't been blind and even though he had hoped it was just his imagination, he had seen how terrified Fushimi had been of him. He had never dubbed him as disloyal for having these sort of feelings because hey, everyone had their flaws right? Especially since his aura had accepted him and his aura never lied. It always chose those who were loyal and Fushimi had been loyal.

"Ah I see." came a small reply. Munakata's eyes were fixed on the puzzle in front of him, eyes wandering around it aimlessly, as if it held the answers he needed. Mikoto felt something deep inside him clench painfully.

"We'll find him Munakata." he said quietly, hoping to bring about some peace to the man in front of him, "We just need to keep searching."

"I'm going to call off the search soon." Munakata suddenly declared, running a hand through his raven locks. Mikoto took a step back in surprise.

"What?"

"I'm going to call off the search soon." Munakata repeated, "Our main priority right now should be locating Anna and figuring JUNGLE's plans for her. Once she is secured I shall arrange for-"

"Munakata." At the sound of his name, Munakata's head snapped up so that his eyes met the other's. For the first time, Mikoto could see helplessness in Munakata's eyes.

"It's okay. He's going to be okay." Was all Mikoto could say before Munakata nodded at him, offering him a small smile.

"I hope so Mikoto." he whispered, sounding a bit lost. "I truly hope so."

They were on the school's roof top, with their backs pressed against the railing. Misaki sat next to him, his head leaned against his shoulder as they listened to some music through his iPod. Suddenly, Misaki pulled away and looked up at the wide expanse of the cloudless blue sky above them.

"Hey Fushimi!"

"Hmmm?"

"Don't you wish the world would just blow up one day?' Fushimi started. This was-

Yata continued as if he hadn't seen Fushumi's reaction. "Think about it, the world could just be gone! Poof~! And then we could create our own small world!"

Fushimi felt his blue eyes widen. This was his Misaki. The one who still thought the world of him. The one who's universe revolved around him. Misaki was looking back at him with an innocent grin.

"Yeah, it...would...be cool." he finally managed to get out, focusing his attention on a button on his uniform, fiddling with it. His mind was trying to process what was going on. Had he gone back in time? Was this really happening?

Was this really his Misaki?

"But then you'd go ahead and destroy that!" His head snapped up as he saw Misaki's happy expressions morph into those of pure hatred.

"You'd go ahead and destroy everything, wouldn't you, you traitor!"

Fushimi sat up, drenched in cold sweat, panting as his eyes adjusted to his surrounding. A small noise on his left made him turn sharply, catching movements in his periphery, body going tense for an oncoming attack.

An oncoming attack-which never came.

"Hey." the girl in front of him said, looking at him and grinning widely, "Glad to see you're finally up and about!"

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