~Hey! Sorry for the late update. High school started and my free time has been cut pretty short... Anyways I hope you enjoy the next chapter, thank you for the reviews so far!

Trivia*

*Mikoto is actually 16 years old, his appearance is that of a 16 year old!

*He doesn't recall anything about his past.

*The story itself has a lot of twists so hope you enjoy them!

Chapter 3: "You don't appreciate art!'

Miracles tend to happen. Very rarely, but they still do happen. His warm scent, the very warm red that she had dreamed in her dreams appeared again. Anna missed Mikoto, a lot actually. Over the years she had grown into a wonderful teen and was a bit disappointed by Mikoto's reaction. At least she had expected to charm him slightly, but it was Mikoto we were talking about. Just thinking about him made her lose track of time, walking back to HOMRA with many questions left unanswered. Did he have amnesia? Even his appearance had changed to her surprise. 'Five years…' That's how much pain and suffering many people had to endure. Anna knew that if HOMRA knew about Mikoto's state they would turn the city upside down searching for him. 'I've got to make him come back on his own…'

An abandoned factory located east of the school, a dreadful feeling could be felt only by approaching the facility. Surrounded by SCEPTER 4 members and the local police department. The Blue King arrived at the scene where Lieutenant Awashima reported the situation.
"So the Green King still likes to joke around I see." Munakata spoke as he headed towards the entrance. Members of both SCEPTER 4 and the local police moved aside, not because it was necessary, they could feel a deadly aura coming out of the Blue King.
"Sir, wait please!" Lieutenant Awashima called out, but there was no reply, beyond this point it was his personal fight. The Blue King became a symbol of justice long ago, but with the 'death' of Suoh Mikoto he had started to work a lot harder. Trying to wash the blood off of his hands. Giving the sign for the rest to retreat Munakata made his way into the facility, from then on people just hopped that it wouldn't escalate into an incident.

It was a long and hectic day for most of the HOMRA members, Yata somehow managed to get back to the bar. Consumed by endless paperwork that he needed to fill drained his energy.
"Izumo-san!" Yata called out, sitting at the bar searching for his friend that would make his world seem like a brighter place. He sighed needing a really hard alcoholic drink right about now. Hearing the sound of the door behind him, Yata turned around seeing a familiar face. A smile was clearly visible on his face. "Welcome back, Anna!"
"Yata-san! How was work today?" Anna made her way to the sofa stretching her arms in the air. Yata wanted to forget about his work for just a moment, but couldn't just ignore her question.
"A lot of paperwork, if you take that as an answer." He spoke in a rather sarcastic voice which made Anna giggle slightly, Yata also started to chuckle slightly moving his look at the empty bar. "Who knows where he went…"
"Izumo-san? He's been awfully busy around town lately." Anna noted putting her bag on the little coffee table in front of her. Yata turned around on his stool leaning with his elbows on the bar.
"Ehh? He would usually boss Kamamoto or me around to do the dirty work." For the first time Yata was actually surprised, who knew that Izumo Kusunagi could be so kind hearted to do it himself?
"That's because he trusts both of you so much." Anna smiled slightly leaning her head to the side giving of a youthful and refreshing image, Yata almost couldn't believe that he was already 25 years old.
"Or he was just lazy up until now." Yata smirked thinking about the times he had to clean the bar. Those were pretty hectic days. "So how was your first day at school? You met some good friends?" That question startled Anna making her look away just thinking about it…
"Yeah. They are really nice and funny, I hope we get along well throughout my high school life." She smiled looking at Yata with her cheerful red eyes, he was surprised seeing her in that state. Maybe he was used to Anna being so shy and quiet, what a change. Mikoto really had a great impact on her life. Just thinking about the Red King made Yata feel unbelievable sadness.
"Man I need a drink!" Yata stood up walking behind the bar searching for a strong alcoholic beverage. Anna studied him, she felt awful for lying to her friend but it was the only way to keep them from going on a rampage. 'Mikoto…' Thinking about him made her heart race. He is alive! His warm red aura still burned somewhere on this world. Anna closed her eyes picturing his very youthful image. 'What are you up to now?'

"Seriously… Can't you act a bit more mature?" Mikoto spoke up looking at the young white-haired teen who was preparing dinner for both. The teen was goofing off, dancing while getting the ingredients or even singing.
"You don't appreciate art, that's all there is to it!" The teen exclaimed trying to come up with a new dish by himself. Mikoto sighed, anyway you looked at it he had a fear of being poisoned.
"You really need to get a job Yashiro…" Mikoto added turning away from the kitchen and going to the living room. He felt slightly nostalgic, everything somehow felt different. Mikoto made his way towards the balcony, stepping out and looking at the night sky. 'Guess this is how it should be.' Maybe it was best not to dig up the past. Losing his appetite he once again made his way towards the kitchen looking at Yashiro who almost slipped and ruined the dish.
"I'm going out." Mikoto added gaining Yashiro's attention. He waved with his free hand as he put his new 'creation' on the dining table.
"Okay, I'll leave you something to eat when you get back." Yashiro spoke with a gentle smile, anyway Mikoto looked at him he was a child at heart. That innocence was something irreplaceable that he didn't have.
"Why don't you stop by the club?" Mikoto asked, but Yashiro lowered his head slightly.
"I have some business to attend later on." Was the reply he got from the white-haired teen. Mikoto looked at the refrigerator and then back at Yashiro.
"Be careful." He spoke a bit quietly finding it embarrassing, but Yashiro had a wide grin on his face as Mikoto walked away.
"That's my line!" Yashiro raised his tone slightly so that his voice reached Mikoto who made his way out of the apartment. "Red King." Moments later just thinking about the past brought a bittersweet sensation which he couldn't brush off. He placed a plate on the table and silverware so that he could start eating. A lot of things were required to change, and the Silver King was about to make his move. He turned on the TV, listening to the night news. 'Rain is coming… Where is my red parasol?' For that instant memories about Neko and Kuroh quickly came to mind, a smile crept on his face as he felt a sharp pain in his heart. 'That's right… They are waiting for me.'

TV-'SCEPTER4 had made its move! Captain Reisi Munakata himself was seen on the scene, it seems he wanted to handle the situation himself. We have footage from the helicopter where he clearly orders for the rest of his unit to back off. Later on gunshots could be heard from inside and a large explosion shook through the area. Half of the facility turned into ruins in mere moments. The terrorists managed to retreat, they were later identified as the Green Clansmen. It's still unknown what their true goals are, could it be that they are expanding their influence? Could it be an act of hostility towards SCEPTER4 itself? That's why we are here to find out! Stay tuned and follow~' Yashiro switched the TV off. He started to eat the dish he made, to his surprise it wasn't all that bad. "Guess it's our time to act, Red King."

To be continued...