Wolf's POV
He pulled his wrist free of the man's grip. He was no longer the scared child from when they last met. He was Wolf the Eighth and Black King. He would not allow this man to treat him like he did before.
He kicked up out of the blankets driving his right foot into the man's stomach. The man let out an oomph as the kick land. He didn't know what was going on but he knew he couldn't stay here.
He was off the bed a second later only to come face to face with a much younger Zenjo. The man went to grab him but Wolf rammed his shoulder into the man abdomen. The medic stepped into his way next but Wolf was faster. He had the door open and was down the hall before they could grab him.
He rushed towards the stairwell that was just down the hall. Taking the elevator would give them a chance to catch him. He had to get out of this building and he had to get out now. As he hit the stairwell three men in blue uniforms were coming up the stairs. He thought they looked like his own Scepter 4 uniform but he didn't have time to think about it.
Using the wall he avoided running straight into them. A crash from behind him told him his persuers weren't so lucky. He was suddenly really glad he spent so much time fighting alongside Mikoto. Scepter 4 regular members were too easily predictable. He missed the red king and especially Tatara Tousaka. The pain was still very fresh at losing Tatara.
Finally he hit the first floor landing and pushed open the door that led into the lobby. So he was in the Scepter 4 headquarters. At least that hadn't changed. He skidded to a stop when he came face to face with a full squad of blue clansmen. Fate must be laughing at him. From their armbands he was able to decipher they were a rapid response squad. And he didn't have his sword or knives.
Behind him a voice that still haunted his nightmares," Your surrounded young man. Surrender."
He fished around in his pockets hoping that it was still there. He was in luck for once as he pulled out his lighter. The familiar feel of the lighter sparked the power of the red king within his belly.
He said coldly flipping the lighter open," I think not. I will not go back to that hell hole again. No Blood! NO BONE! NO ASH!"
The farther into the sentence he went the louder his voice became. His red aura activated. It knocked several of the blue clan was knocked back creating an opening for him. He ran through the opening catching the blue king's eyes. The man had that cold calculating look that sent a shiver down his spine. He knew his nightmares would return in full force. This time there would be no one to comfort him.
He rushed out the door heading towards a familiar part of town. He had to see if HOMRA's bar was open. He wasn't sure what time he was in exactly. Hopefully Mikoto was around or a friendly king that he could recognize. He just rounded a corner when sirens sounded.
:Damn that didn't take long,: Wolf thought. He needed to shift into his wolf form. His face was recognizable now but he could hide as a wolf until things died down. He moved calling the wolf forward. His body enlarged and grew dark black fur all over. He ran down the alley finding a dumpster to hide under.
He had hid just in time he could hear a van going by. Several pairs of feet came out of it as it stopped right in front of his hiding spot. :Fates fucking hated him!: he thought as the scent of the blue king came out as well.
Hibari's POV
He stepped out of the van trying to sense the changes of aura around them. The child had surprised them by creating aura using the lighter. They wouldn't underestimate him again. He could sense faint pulses of blue and red auras nearby. There was something else intertwined with something unfamiliar. It was darker and even more chaotic than the Red King's.
He stepped up to the dumpster and it felt like he was right on top of the aura. The dumpster was too close to the ground for a person to hide under it though. An animal... could the child be a shape shifter? That would explain the boy's quick temper. What it didn't explain was the absolute terror when their eyes first met?
He sighed as he bent down to a knee looking under the dumpster. He saw a pair of vibrant green eyes staring at him. A growl came from the large animal. It was a very wolfish growl. Now how to get the wolf out from under the dumpster without anyone getting hurt?
Jin straightened and pointed to the dumpster silently. The others went to the other sides of the dumpster. He said taking a knee," I know your there, child. I can sense auras in the area including yours."
His answer was a low growl and Jin rolled his eyes. Sometimes children enjoyed being difficult. He said," Come child there's no need to hide under a dumpster."
Another growl answered his words. The growl had malicious intent. Jin could tell this child hated him but for unknown reasons. What was with this child? What had he done to earn such hated and contempt?
A cry of pain drew his attention to one of his members being knocked over by a black wolf. The wolf took off down the alley at full speed. With a sigh he checked over his clansman who was holding his arm. Bite marks were clear on the man's arm. While deep they were not serious and the bone wasn't broken.
He said to the man," Go back to headquarters. Get that treated immediately."
His other members had already taken off after the wolf. Jin got an earpiece to listen in on his rapid response team. They were struggling to capture the boy. It seemed that whoever the child was he knew the streets well. A red king clansman seemed possible with the aura he used earlier but the fact that they had never met only added to his confusion. He could feel the blue aura within the boy but yet the boy ran from him. Something was going on here and he didn't like it.
Wolf's POV
He was trying to gain back his breath. He could still feel the strain from helping Shiro destroy the Slates. He also had been injured in the fight against the Green King. While the medic had healed most of the wounds he still had a few non lifethreatening. They still pained him though and it was draining his energy.
He heard sirens again and people running down the pavement. He couldn't keep this up. He couldn't keep running. His aura levels were teaching dangerous levels and he needed to find a safe spot to get them under control. His heart yearned for the king that kept him under control. A King that he didn't even know what had happened to him.
He took off again he was hoping he had ditched his persuers. He had to reach HOMRA's bar. It was a safe haven for those who needed to hide. At least it was in his time. He took a left and was able to make it to the street that the bar was on. He changed into his human form flinching when he right shoulder moved the wrong way.
:No. Not now. Don't start giving me trouble now.:
His right shoulder still had a silver bullet just below the blade. The bullet had nearly killed him when he took it for Reisi Munakata. They had been unable to remove it due to how close it was to his heart. It was one of two bullets that he had taken. The second had hit him and lodged in his collarbone. They had been able to remove it.
The damage had been done though. His right shoulder hadn't worked properly ever since that day. He had also been given a year's leave to recover. With a sigh he rubbed the spot where the bullet still lay as he made his way to the building where the bar was. The building was rundown looking nothing like the bar he remembered.
He tried the door finding it unsurpringly locked. His head shot up when he heard sirens and he activated a small amount of red aura. He burned the lock and pushed the door open. He quickly shut the door then leaned on it feeling his energy drain from him. The room he was in was completely empty. There wasn't a bar stools or even a couch. The room was empty. So many memories of things he had done and those he had met in this very room. All gone.
He collapsed onto the ground just staring at the room he had once called home. What was he going to do now? He was in an unfamiliar world without his weapons or kings. What was he going to do? He didn't know which kings were around in this time besides the first and second. His eyes narrowed and Him the fourth. No way in hell would he go to that bastard for help.
He could go to the second but would the man believe him? He could go to Weissman but it was so long before they had met. If the Red King was around it would mean Cathedral was too. That left the colorless king. From what he heard about the man from Reisi he was a talented swordman and a good man. But how to find him?
He stiffened when he felt the aura of the blue king just behind the door. Son of a bitch this man was persistent. Wait how did he find him? Wolf was the best at hiding from other kings. He made it a habit after Mikoto's death. He didn't want to face Reisi for the longest time. His kings had ignored his warnings that the young man they were after wasn't the killer. It had cost Mikoto his life and nearly sent Reisi into insanity. If it hadn't been for their bond Reisi's sword would have fallen.
He was pulled from his thoughts as he heard," There's nowhere for you to go, child. There are several armed rapid response squads that have surrounded the building. Why don't we talk about this?"
He yelled in reply through the door," Not a chance in hell! Damn Blue!"
He groaned inwardly as he realized his HOMRA side was showing. It had been a long enough day without adding another king's clash to it. If this was going to turn into a full clash he would be forced to take an activator. That could spell disastrous consequences.
He pulled out the packets from his pants pockets. He began to separate the activators from the suppressors. He had by far more activators than supperessors. Without Redo the suppressors would be the only thing keeping his Sword of Damocles in check. Ten activators and four suppressors. He thought he would be dead not sent back in bloody time!
He then felt a burn in his right arm in between his scent seeker tattoo and his elbow. What the hell? That was new. Then he felt the Fourth and Blue King's sanctum. Looking up and out a window he could see the Blue Sword of Damocles in the sky. Today really wasn't his day. He would have to worry about the strange burning in his arm later. For now he had to get rid of a king that wouldn't leave him alone.
He gave himself a quick pay down looking for his knives. He knew his lighter trick wouldn't work a second time. Hibari was an asshole but he wasn't stupid by any means. He felt a sense of relief when he found the knives strapped to his right leg. He was disappointed that they were the only ones he still had. Three knives wouldn't do him much good against a king and an entire clan.
He really wished Mikoto was here that man could go toe to toe with any king. That man had no fear whatsoever. He would have to make do until he could think of a plan. All of his thoughts were interrupted when the back door crashed open. Son of a...
Scepter 4 began to file in with Jin Hibari in front. On each of their hips lay swords that they used for combat. This truly was the original Scepter 4 and without his own sword he would not win.
