Yata Knows Best

by Leasperfectionist

You're starting a new life in Shizume City. As a freshly new college student you get to start a new path, but things change when you're forced to join the Red Kings Clan, but it couldn't be all bad. A distant but sweet Yata is there to mentor you. You'll go through the dangers of the city while maybe having the chance to fall in love with Yata or maybe even the King himself.

14. Rest

Friday 3:45pm

(Yata's POV)

No.. no I was right here! I can't go on with this mission… I need her…

Yata: " Mikoto do you really need me right now?"

Mikoto: " Yeah. Kusanagi is busy, and you're pretty good with women."

Yata: (sigh) " right… What the hell boss, what's the deal? Where'd she go!?"

Mikoto: " I am going to leave this mission to you Yata. It's important you find Maria and bring her to Kusanagi. I don't care if the strain is barely breathing. Clear?"

Yata: "Yeah I got it, but where are you heading?"

Mikoto: " To find (y/n). I think I might know where she's gone off to."

Yata: " I need to see her. It's bad enough that I clearly should have been here for her."

Mikoto: " No, I need you for this mission! You're the only one I can count on right now. Take Anna with you, she should be able to pinpoint Maria's location."

(Narrative POV)

Mikoto turns and begins to walk away from Yata.

Mikoto: " Don't worry kid. I'll let her know you're waiting for her."

Yata stares at Mikoto as he walks away.

(Yata POV)

I can't help but feel he knows something about her… and I want in! This whole thing is fuckin weird.

(Narrative POV)

Yata drops his board and rides of in the opposite direction. Your eyes are closed, but you are in tune with your body. As you lay there in the motionless black you invision your blood running its course through your veins starting with your toes, moving up to your knees, stomach, heart. It continues through your hands streaming all the way to the tips of your fingers shooting up to your shoulders, and lastly the blood cells rush to your head allowing the pressure to awaken your mind. You lay there listening to your breathing, and for a second you feel the peace surround you. The sense of nothing becomes blissful. You begin to imagine linen underneath you. It is soft, but still has somewhat of a grainy texture. Feathered pillows begin to support your head and a faint light awakens your eyes. You are back in the country. You smell the zest of vegetation coming from outside the window. You see and hear the trees dance with the wind. You can hear the wind chimes coming from below you outside of the window. It is somber, it is warm, and it is home. You sit up on your bed slowly.

(Readers POV)

This is my room. My head is pounding.

You gaze around your room. Everything is right where you left it.

Was it all a dream?

You hear the door to your room creek open. You turn to see who it is.

You: " Mom?"

At first no one enters the room. You sweep your legs off the edge of the bed and gaze deeper into the cracked door.

You: " Yata?"

Mikoto: " No. Not exactly," he pushes the door all the way open.

You: " How did you get here? "

Mikoto: " You're still in your apartment in the city. This is an illusion."

You: " Hu… How? I don't understand?

Mikoto: " This is one of the gifts that you have. You have the power to create your own world through an illusion. Looks like you chose your old home?"

You: " Wow. I don't even know how I'm doing it. I thought I was just back at home… so I have gifts huh?"

Mikoto: " Yeah."

Memories flash in your head of your episode in the city. You remember the flames. You shut your eyes due to the throbbing pain in your head.

Mikoto: " You should relax."

You open your eyes and look around your room The walls are still painted your (f/color). You start to reminiscing on all the time you spent here. Mikoto walks into the room he glances at the pictures on the wall of you when you were younger along with your mother and father.

Mikoto: " How exactly did your parents meet?"

You: " Well before we moved to the countryside with my father it was just me and my mom. Honestly, I don't really remember who my real father is, but my mother speaks of how strong he was especially since he had to give us up. We met my father when my mother and I were moving out of the city. She was an artist and he a farmer. They clicked I guess."

Mikoto: " Hmm."

You: " What about you? Where's your family?"

Mikoto: " Here. Homra. It's nobody but them."

Mikoto stares at the photos of you on the wall. You get up from the bed and walk towards him. The closer you get the more warmth you feel gravitate off of him. You reach for his hand and cradle it in yours, and bow your head.

You: " Well I guess I'm apart of your family now."

Mikoto stares at you in awe. A facial expression that you thought you'd never see.

(Readers POV)

His facial expression… it's so soft.

You: " What?"

Mikoto: " I never thought I'd hear you say something like that," he throws out sarcastically.

You: " Heh, yeah me either."

He relinquishes his hand away from you and uses both his hands to rub his face while then smoothly running his fingers through his hair. He stares at you with his fingers interlocked with his hair and you return the regard back. You can't help but to lower your glance at the little sliver of skin showing right above his belt buckle or the way his arms look bigger as he holds them above his head. He notices your final glimpse and a foxy smirk manifests upon his lips.

You: " What!?"

Mikoto drops his arms.

Mikoto: " Suoh."

You contemplate the name he just gave you.

You: " Suoh..," you say tenderly.

Mikoto approaches you and wraps both of his hands around your face. His fingers run up the back of your neck.

Mikoto: " Say it again."

He pulls you closer while dropping one of his hands and letting it run against the curves of your back proceeding lower down the curves of your side.

You : " Su-"

Before you could finish he grabs your waist. He quickly trails you in, closing the little amount of space between you two, and in recurrence causes the air to get caught in your lungs. Your lips meet barely; only allowing your top lip to touch his bottom. Once again the kiss doesn't make full contact. Instead he sighs and lifts his head and places a kiss on your forehead. You push yourself away from him.

You: " Why! Why do you do this!?"

Mikoto: " (y/n) there are things you don't understand just yet."

You: " That's no excuse! You toy with my emotions!"

Mikoto: " Toy? Ha.. how can you be hurt when you do the same to Yata."

You: " ME!? All you Homra men are delusional! Get out! You parade around me like I'm already yours yet you never actually claim me! You're a joke!"

Mikoto drops his head.

Mikoto: " You're right. I am a joke," he spoke with no remorse.

You immediately recall the words you yelled out of anger.

Mikoto: " You are mine. You will always be mine. You are not a toy to me (y/n). As much as I am dying to immerse every flame in my body into your heart… there's not enough of me left. Yata… he's a good kid. He loves you, and I can tell...he's better for the job of loving you anyways."

You stand there thinking about what Mikoto said.

You: " Ever since the rooftop, I've been drawn to you. You saved my life, and now I have this uncontrollable urge around you,"

You take a couple steps towards him.

You: " It's like the closer we get. The hotter it burns deep down."

You turn away from him, so he doesn't see you wipe what little tears are trying to come out.

You: " but you continue to let me go. There's no future with you.."

A small laugh comes from Mikoto.

(Mikotos POV)

Always one step ahead.

Mikoto: " (y/n) you call for him anyway."

You: " … he's been there! He's been charmingly sweet to me. When it's just you and I it's infuriatingly torrid between us; lustful in a way, but when it's you and I and others involved it's just cold. Like you want to keep your distance. It's not like that with Yata. He's there for me when it's just us two or even when it's us two and more. "

Mikoto stands there with his hands in his pockets, staring down at the dark brown wooden floors.

(Mikoto's POV)

(Y/n)... Come here. Just tell me what you want… Please.

You can hear his thoughts. You ponder your next moves, but thinking doesn't help at all. Your body overcomes your mind.

You: " I want you," you say soft spoken.

Mikoto: " Out of lust.."

(Readers POV)

No.. out of love but my trust in Yata creates this bounding love for him. I know he will be there for me. He promised me himself...but..

You turn to look at Mikoto.

You: " My heart is yours."

When the words come out of your mouth it makes you feel giddy, almost childlike. You body yearns for his hands to touch you, so you draw closer to him.

You: " My mind is yours."

(Readers POV)

It feels right...

You linger your fingers from his wrist upward to his under arm, feeling every muscle.

You: " My body.. Is yours."

Mikoto's skin heats up.

Mikoto: " Come here," he says low and sincere.

You and Mikoto are chest to chest. You raise up on your tippy toes and rest your lips on the side of his neck. Your lips are already parted allowing your tongue to lightly slid up along his neck. Your tongue fondles his ear lobe while your teeth give it a gentle nibble urging his next move to be put into play. Mikoto picks you up, and tosses you onto your old bed. The wooden bed frames creak from the impact. He walks towards you, taking off his shirt in the process. Then his course changes, and begins to walk to the other side of the bed. Once he gets there he grabs your waist and drags you to the other side of the bed where he's standing. He lays you down and holds his hand on the back your neck allowing some support as you rest it off of the side of the bed. As you lay there on your back with your head barely hanging off the end you stare up at him noticing his abdomen and his shiny silver belt buckle. You're heart paces with the excitement, yet thrill of what's to come next. He stares down at you with glaring golden eyes. You can feel your skin burning.

Mikoto: " Take it off," he asserted directly.

You lift your hands from the bed and a feel an incredible heavy force throw them back down.

Mikoto: " No hands."

Mikoto undoes his belt, but not all the way. He takes his hand and moves your hair out of your face. His finger grazes over your lip in the process and you open your mouth. You let his finger enter your mouth. The thought of this happening send your body in chills. You let your tongue form to the mold of his finger. He slowly pulls his finger out and at the same time you suck a little harder, welcoming the taste of him into your mouth. Mikoto uses his thumb to press down on your chin hinting at you to keep your mouth open. He takes his leather belt strap and taps it on your tongue. You bite down on the strap, and as he pulls away the belt buckle comes undone and you're frozen with the thought of what is coming next. Mikoto places each of his hands around the side of your jawline. He massages the back of your jaw and slowly moves his hands down and wraps each one around your neck. You feel his hold around your neck. You have your eyes closed cause the tension exerts you but the pressure between his fingers and your neck are not malicious. Mikoto can't help but love the facial expressions you make. When you open your eyes you see the massive bulge arising through Mikoto's black jeans. You look up at him to see the same seriousness across his face. His grip around your neck tightens ever so slightly right before he lets go. You catch the little breath that was dying to come in. He picks up his knee and places it on the bed right next you your face. He leans over and begins to unbutton your white shirt, starting at the last button closest to your pants. You look up to see the raging hormone right in your face. Mikoto finished unbuttoning your shirt. You notice that the bra you're wearing compliments your breasts. Mikoto looks down from under him and both of you meet each other's eyes. Mikoto gives you a smirk a begins to kiss your stomach. The minor bruises and scratches on your body don't bother to get in the way of his endearment towards you.

Mikoto: " Do you wanna see something?"

You: " Mmhmm," you express with your eyes closed, embracing every kiss that meets your skin from this man.

Mikoto uses his hands to massage your thighs while also kissing you on your stomach. Your skin is set on fire from every touch that he makes. Mikoto retracts his hand from your thigh and begins to grip the side of your waist. He then uses his other hand to move your shirt from covering your Homra scar. He moves his face closer to your scar and whispers..

Mikoto: " I want you to know.."

Mikoto kisses your scar and both him and you are engulfed in flames. His flames burned crimson while your flames burned violet, both colors together looks marvelous. Then something overcomes you. You let out a little scream. You see the ceiling and the walls that were once your room melt away. You close your eyes and let the heat overcome you. You allow yourself to take the pain until the heat wave dies down. When you open them you find yourself laying on the velvet couch in Kusanagi's tavern.

Kusanagi: " There she is! Miss Sleeping Beauty has finally awaken."

You look around to see the whole Homra clan enjoying drinks and laughing. You sit up and look outside the window of the bar behind the couch to see that it's dark outside. You look about the tavern to account for everyone except for the two people you care for most.

Rikio Kamamoto: " Damn boss, she looks like she just lost her best friend."

You turn the half of your body around to look in the direction Kamamoto is talking to. Mikoto sits on the couch right behind you. He's perched up on the couch, legs parted open and head hanging back on the head of the couch.

(Readers POV)

I must have been resting on his lap.

You look around once more to find your other companion, but he's nowhere to be seen.

Mikoto: " He left.." he says in a deep, unforgiving voice.

You: " Where?"

Mikoto: " He joined Scepter 4."

You look at your hands resting in your lap.

(Readers POV)

He… left…

You notice two thin golden bands wrapped around your ring finger on your left hand. You turn your hand around to get a better look. On top there's a ruby diamond and crested around it are smaller white diamonds. The jewel itself is not at all big, however the ruby radiates off of your hand. You sharply turn around and stare at Mikoto. He takes one long sigh and stands up. He turns to you and places both of his hands out. You take your hands and place them in his, and he pulls you up.

Mikoto: " Follow me."

You follow him without saying a word. He takes you behind the bar and through the cellar doors. The both of you walk down the dark corridor. You both stops once you've reached the bottom. It's completely dark. You and Mikoto stand there in the darkness and he lets go of your hand.

You: " Hey! Wait," you say in a hushed voice.

Mikoto: " This is what I want with you (y/n). I want you to be right by my side."

Flames enlighten the cellar, and both you and Mikoto are surrounded by wine bottles. Mikoto stands right in front of you towering over you immensely.

You: " Is this real?"

Mikoto lifts your chin and intertwines his lips with yours. Many images flow through your head like a timeline. You see the marriage of you and Mikoto. You see the life that the two of you would share together. The vision of the both of you sitting on your thrones hand and hand, but then you clearly see your face. You notice you look different; goddess like. You have an aura around you that shines brighter than Mikotos. You stare at yourself sitting on the throne. The more deeper you gaze at yourself the more you begin to notice you are crying. Streams of tears roll down your cheeks. The other version of yourself quickly grabs your forearm and begins to scream. Her screams are agonizing. Deep within her screams you feel despair. Once more the walls around the vision begins to melt and the putrid screaming finally stops. You find yourself in a fiery wasteland and behind you off in the distance is Mikoto. He sits on his knees with his hair covering his face. The whispers od Mikoto's regrets flow throughout the air. His sword of Damocles hovers above him in shambles. Flames surround Mikoto into a sphere.

You: " Mikoto!"

Woman: " No matter what kind of future Suoh wants for himself. This is his salvation."

You: " No.."

Tears fill your eyes. Suddenly you hear the manly screams come from the fiery cocoon.

You: " NOO!"

You close your eyes and wake up screaming.

You: " Mikoto! Mikoto no! No!"

Mikoto: " Heyyy.. hey."

He speaks to you in a low deep voice, so soothing it relaxes you immediately.

You: " Mikoto..," you whimper.

Mikoto holds you in his arms back in your apartment building. The warmth from his body comforts you.

You: " Is it true… is this why you keep your distance?"

Mikoto: " Yeah…"

You: " That's why you're there… but not there, I get it now."

Mikoto: " Yeah… I've never had someone like you. You cause the flames within me to erupt. It's been a while since I've felt that, but I'm not going to be here very much longer.."

You: " I really don't want to hear that from you. I promise.."

More tears fill your eyes.

You: " I will not let you fade from this world without feeling loved."

Mikoto sheds a smirk and begins to get up.

You: " Wait please. Can you just stay here with me...tonight?"

Mikoto looks at you.

Mikoto: " Man you're such a pain."

You: " Wha- What! How can you say that!?"

Mikoto bear hugs you into the many pillows on your bed.

Mikoto: " Just stop your crying already."

You: " Oh yeah just send me through a mind fuck and expect my brain to be in one piece," you say sarcastically.

You rest easy knowing you're in Mikotos arms…

A/N: I hope you guys enjoy. I still have a pretty good plot, but not enough time and devotion to this story. I honestly might not be able to finish it.