Hello!

Here is a new, small chapter. I wanted it to end that way, so I added a small epilogue at the end, on AN

Sorry for the wait and thank you to those who keep on reading this fic and who leave me reviews, I cherish each one of them and they really help me to improve (aside from giving motivation).

Song that inspired me: "Thistle and Weeds", by Mumford please hear it while reading, it gives you a complete feeling of the atmosphere!

Note 1 – Please recall the notes made on previous chapters (Mikoto curses a lot here)

Note 2 – I watched K Project more than a year ago (the sound of my PC broke after that), so I went and made a little research. I used phrases that were actually said by some characters in the anime and will keep on doing so

Note 3 – I tried to play with some situations during this chapter, leaving two or three things implied. Hope you can see them and if you're not sure please ask me.

Note 4 – Sorry for the typos and small mistakes, English isn't my mother language! Also thanks for reading and leave me a review if you feel like doing so!

Disclaimer: K Project and the mentioned songs don't belong to me, blablabla… this fic and ideas are mine, blablabla

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UNTIL THE DAY I DIE

Without You

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Spare me your judgments and spare me your dreams

'Cause recently mine have been tearing my seams

I sit alone in this winter clarity which clouds my mind

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Suddenly, Mikoto woke up in the middle of the night. It was cold but he was sweating, even without a shirt. Man, what a fucked up dream. All he saw was chaos, a destroyed world with one survivor – himself. Bodies were spread randomly on the ground, mixed with dirt, fire and what was left of some buildings. It was unbearably hot, but not for him.

He sat on the bed and let his arms fall on his raised knees. His breath was out of pace. He remembered being driven by madness during his dream, a blind pursuit of a man with no face. Searching for him on the ground, in the buildings, through the forests and up high in the sky, he had not succeeded. Despite that, in the middle of his red hatred while trying to find Tatara's murderer, he had destroyed the environment and reduced buildings to ashes. He had wounded his companions and thrown innocents to hospital beds, if there were any. And now, he had killed Reisi.

Reisi.

He was lying at his feet, his sword split in two. The body was partially burnt and full of holes. His face showed a note of disbelief and perplexity in the middle of its beauty. Mikoto had killed him. Torment and desperation were creeping on him, his eyes were burning and his chest was about to explode, but Tatara's voice was echoing from somewhere saying in its soft and warmest tone "Don't sweat it, it'll be okay". Reisi was dead. It'll all be okay. Reisi was dead… it'll all be okay…

Bullshit.

He raised himself and walked towards the window. Catching and destroying the son of a bitch who killed one of his best friends was driving him insane and consuming all of his energy, but he was definitely going to kill the bastard. For sure. But Reisi wasn't going to be a victim of it. It had been enough what he had done before… yes, he thought as guilt was again eating his insides. He'd never forgive himself for that shit. However, even if he wanted to repeat it, it would be impossible. Reisi was not the same man he had known, something had snapped even though he couldn't tell what.

Outside, the cold moon was unsuccessfully trying to illuminate the planet, since the view was more black than blue. It had the colour of Captain's hair, of Captain's magnificent attitude.

Tsk, he twisted his tongue.

His dreams were seriously messing up with his brain; his blurry reasoning appearing dangerously clear to him. It was nothing but an illusion and, as long as it stayed that way, he was somewhat safe.

- Fuck.

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Alone in the wind and the rain you left me

It's getting dark darling, too dark to see

And I'm on my knees, and your faith in shreds, it seems

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There were few things in life that Munakata really appreciated. Of course he was proud of his obligations and did everything to honor them, but he didn't like them. He liked puzzles, and Seri. Also, there was nothing that could beat a good book. Historical books are very instructive and full of curious details. Political books and those about contemporary issues could be extremely useful. Nonetheless, those that Munakata enjoyed the most were the fictional. With them he could travel far away, to lands that could only flourish in his mind. He was able to get to know passionate heroes who sometimes did not act according to morals and that somehow fascinated him. A person who was torn between Right and Wrong was a terribly rich and entertaining character.

No one knew about this preference, so when the Captain wanted to read one of his secret books he avoided the Headquarters in general. Usually he simply stayed at home, but this particular book requested a proper environment. Therefore, Munakata used to read it slowly in the park, preferably when it was cloudy, foggy or a strange atmosphere. The Shadow of the Wind, by the spanish author Carlos Ruiz Zafón was that kind of book. He was so entertained by it that he could not see the figure that was approaching him.

Watching that man was hypnotizing. He was sitting and not a muscle of his being was moving, aside from his eyes and a discreet finger which turned over the pages of the book. He was mostly dressed in black but his scarf had a gradual mixture of grey and blue. His hair was slightly out of place due to the blowing wind – after all, it was a cold afternoon, such as the night before.

Mikoto felt strange. He rarely went to that park, but he felt like doing so this time. Probably the weather was to blame, since it gave a darker touch to Nature and that combined well with his actual mood. He rarely went to that park, but did he have to find that man there, on that day? Damned Karma, if it existed.

As he observed the man, he noticed that the other was not moving at all. It seemed as if someone had left him there and he was patiently waiting. For how long had he been waiting? The redhead gulped, feeling guilty without a reason. Shit.

He went on and sat next to that too perfect man. Now their image was both ironic and complete since that bench had polar opposites sitting on it. Contrary to Reisi, Mikoto sat relaxed and with an incorrect posture. His clothes were old and the flower in his necklace shone briefly. After a few minutes, a complex sensation filled him: comfort and shame mixed with the desire of running away, but he stayed still. Was he hopeless?

- Leave.

The courage to initiate a conversation followed the awkward silence.

- Kusanagi told me you went to visit him… last week.

- I did.

- Dontcha have anything to say to me? – he asked, thinking about Tatara.

Munakata didn't answer. Instead, and after considering his options, he closed his book. Then, he put his glasses in its righteous place (a few millimeters up on his nose) and got up. There was nothing he could say, he thought while finally looking back at the other man. He hoped that him could understand his despise and, above all, that to him he was insignificant.

Mikoto got the message. It unexpectedly hurt like Hell.

When the other man started to walk away, he called.

- Munakata…

He stopped. There was a question on the way which he didn't want to hear. Without turning, the Blue King destroyed it.

- Sharing the same air with you… makes me want to puke.

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Corrupted by the simple sniff of riches blown

I know you have felt much more love than you've shown

And I'm on my knees and the water creeps to my chest

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Mikoto watch the man walk away and, for the first time, he felt cold. Obviously he wasn't expecting a pleasant chat, but at least a quarrel, which would be usual since it happened from time to time in the Kings' Meetings. However, he was simply ignored. Those icy eyes showed its entire repulse towards him. He was ignored and left alone when he needed… he needed…

He reclined himself on the bench and his arms rested on his open legs after he passed his hands through his hair.

Fuck his needs. Focus on priorities.

He raised his head, looking at the beautiful view. The park, even when winter was so close, seemed to be magical, though Mikoto couldn't care less about it.

It had a magical tone of blue, just like… No.

That man was not the one he had met, and he knew that. It was his fault for being stupid. Reisi was damaged by power and greed. He had become a man with no feelings, yeah he had. The kind of man who ends up alone because no one cares about him. Mikoto knew that this was his biggest old fear, which made the situation look like a damn sad picture.

Kusanagi's opinion was different, but it didn't matter. Mikoto bet it were just vain beliefs and empty hopes, since his friend was a dreamer – the poor man even believed in Awashima forgiving him. Pathetic.

He was different. To him, the Red King, nothing matter aside from HOMRA and avenge Tatara's death. Nothing.

It started raining.

There was nothing left aside from that.

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I begged you to hear me, there's more than flesh and bones

Let the dead bury the dead, they will come out in droves

But take the spade from my hands and fill in the holes you've made

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-w-

A.N.:

"As Munakata walked away, his insides were warm, for the first time in years. He felt accomplished and, in a way, that he had paid his debt. To know that he no longer needed to pretend to not care with Suoh was a relief. Now he could say so without lying.

It was true that life was more complicated than black and white, but Suoh was dumb, he had not understood it when he had asked him to, so he wouldn't do it now. Now he would fully acknowledge him as a different man, a righteous and fierce King.

He was healed. That felt good."

Ah! It felt good to kick Mikoto's ass this time, he deserved it!

To…

LegacyofBlood: Yeah, Totsuka :'( I had to pay him some tribute. Thank you for your review!

setsura: Hello! I did and will keep it up until the end It's nice to know you're still following it, thank you! And they do, right? I won't spoil this fic for you but I wish you keep on reading and hope that the end, which is approaching, will meet up your expectations.

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