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Chapter 10: So It Begins

Thursday, December 17th, 11:42 p.m

''Mikoto, how do you plan on killing the Colorless King?" Alaura asked, smiling wickedly as she turned on her heel to stand by the door. She leaned her body against the frame and tilted her head back to expose the smooth skin of her neck.

The man sighed.

How pitiful.

''You can cut the act,'' he cracked his neck back and forth, before going back to laying down and looking at the old wall. ''Close the door on your way out.''

''What?" 'Alaura' cried, clutching her chest as her eyes watered. ''Don't you care that I'm here? It was hard to get in here!''

Mikoto frowned as the thing used the girl's voice. It was obvious so much so that he just wanted to sleep now. His temper was flaring the longer he heard it breathe and the longer he knew it stood where he slept.

''You're the Colorless King projecting your powers to take on Alaura's form while being too cowardly to show me where you are. If you don't leave now…I'll kill you.''

''Oh please,'' The thing spat, twisting Alaura's face into a snarl. ''You would never even hurt me if I looked like her.''

''Leave.''

The false imitation's face twisted until suddenly it disappeared like smoke, the door to his cell shutting loudly and making the other prisoners restless.

In his cell there was nothing but silence.

Friday, December 18th, 5:54 pm

So many books…so many…so many spells and oh god now I remember why this stuff gave me a headache.

Alaura was sitting cross legged on the floor in front of the coffee table, old books she had remembered the title of in front of her. First thing this morning she had sprinted to the library and purchased them, the librarian putting up little complaint since no one had ever checked them out.

That could work…no, it would affect his heart. Maybe!-no, no that's no good either. Damn it! I feel like it's staring at me in the face but I can't fucking get it! Healing healing…

Let's see…

It's body and soul. That's what Master Ichigen taught me, drilled into my head:

The Soul: Life force, energy. Souls are who you are a person; they carry every thought, feeling, every experience you've been through for eternity. Souls have mates and will spend the entire time in the real world subconsciously looking for them. However, soul mates do not nessacarily mean lovers or every other romantic notion in the world.

Soul mates can be a friend, or a lover. It is any way you deem fit.

At the final moment in death the soul becomes a mass of energy and separates from what is called a 'spirit'. The spirit is you. Though now separate, both are forever connected. The soul is then sent to be reincarnated while you are sent to the other world, or to be damned.

A soul will not leave the living realm until it's completely sure its body is no longer a proper container. If you decide to wait and live alongside your loved ones your soul stays trapped in Auraleo, where you cannot find peace until you figure out what ailed you in the living realm.

The Body: Tied closely to your soul, any cases of a soul surviving in another body is unheard of. A soul can only recognize its own body and if it is forced into another body the resurrection will not take place.

So in all of that…where does the power come in? In both of them?

She chewed on the tip of her pen and looked up when a slight clatter sound caught her attention.

Kusanagi and Tatara were in front of her, sitting on the couch instead of the floor and offering her a cup of coffee.

''We need to talk.'' Kusanagi stated, looking down in his lap and smiling softly.

''Can you focus on us?" Tatara asked quietly. "Or are your studies too much?"

Alaura smiled, feeling a tad guilty at having lied to the rest of everyone about what she was doing. She had claimed it was for a school project. Liz was the only one who knew since they spent last night discovering that they could complete spells and seals.

They didn't dare try to tamper with the one in her head yet.

You two are hiding something from the rest of us…I can feel it.

''Uh, yeah of course.'' She set the mauled pen aside and sat straight, popping her back and smiling up at them. All of the guys had left when they saw her studying, taking Liz with them as they went to look for Shiro.

Kusanagi shifted and rested his arms on his knees. ''Tatara told you about the Sword of Damocles right? Well…we need to tell you something else about it.''

Oh good, maybe this will help the research.

''King's take a hit to their Weisman levels when they kill another King, it usually just pushes them up over but with Mikoto-'' Tatara's voice tapered off as he frowned.

Kusanagi took up for him. ''Mikoto is already at his max levels. If he kills the Colorless King he will die, it will be too much for his Weisman hold and the Sword of Damocles will fall.''

He will die.

Die.

Mikoto.

Mikoto will die if he kills the Colorless King.

''He knows this…you know this…and yet you still let him continue?" Her voice remained the same as she lowered her eyes. ''We all help to find the man who could kill him?"

Kusanagi frowned and looked away. ''Mikoto thinks if he kills the Colorless King no other clan will ever make a move for us-that we will all be safe from other threats-''

''Fuck that.'' She whispered, interrupting him. "Fuck that, I could die any moment! I could fall and break my neck, I could fall asleep and never wake up! I would rather have him here then dead for something that can't be guaranteed!"

Tatara's eyes darkened as he shook his head. "Mikoto is strong and he cares for all of us, I don't like it either but his mind is made up and no one can change it. This is-''

''No!" She shot up, face hard as she looked down at the two startled men. ''No, I won't let him kill the Colorless King. I'll kill the Colorless King!"

Tatara sighed. "Only a King can kill a King, Alaura-''

''You forget I was taught spells and rituals,'' she shook. ''I didn't believe in them but now they're all at my disposal to be used. I will kill the Colorless King before Mikoto can and fix the Sword of Damocles, I won't let him die."

She sucked in a breath sharply. That's it.

"WE"RE BACK!

Alaura started and her head whipped over to the door, seeing Rikio, Akagi and Bando carrying in food. Liz and Yata were behind them carrying drinks.

''We couldn't find the fuck, but we brought back food so no one had to worry about-cooking-…uh, did we interrupt something?"

Alaura sat back down and rushed to scribble in her newfound revelation. Yes, that was very much possible! That could work, but could she do it?

Of course.

''Mikoto.'' Anna whispered suddenly from her spot in the corner.

Their heads whipped around as Alaura's heart pounded in her chest while she watched one of Anna's marbles burn bright and float slowly.

Mikoto had found the Colorless King.

''Alright, everyone get ready!" Kusanagi smirked, flashing her a glance before walking up the stairs to his room. "Tatara, even you and Anna get ready. We can't leave you unprotected.''

Tatara blinked before nodding and smiling at the girl. ''Let's go, Anna.''

''Okay.''

Alaura ignored them, scribbling out the equations with words that if someone else would read would mean gibberish.

Liz came up next to her and rested her hand on her shoulder, pulling her from her thoughts. The girl was already ready to go; she was wearing black jeans with her converse and a leather jacket over a white thin hoodie, and had on Yata's beanie over her hair while she attached her sword to her waist.

''Hey, are you coming?" Liz asked worriedly.

Alaura smiled at her reassuringly. ''No, I need to get this perfect before I can do anything. Text me where you are going, okay?"

Liz looked at her doubtfully. ''Maybe I should stay-''

''No.'' Alaura cut her off firmly. ''They're going to need you, especially since the Blues might show up. Yata needs you to keep his head cool.''

The blue eyes girl scowled but trusted the older girl's words. ''If it's Fushimi I can't guarantee I'll keep my cool. I'll text you okay?"

The girl walked over with the others as they left, Tatara and Kusanagi trying to catch her eye but failing. The door clicked shut and silence filled the space around her.

Alaura stopped smiling, a pained look crossing her face as she dropped her cheek to rest against a book cover.

You're crazy…trying to ensure the lives of the people you care about for forever by sacrificing your life. That may have worked out for you had I not been here-but ask Liz-I'm too stubborn to accept something like that easily. She won't let you die so easily either, not when you mean so much to Yata.

She felt confident with her plan and as she re read the papers she smiled thankfully. Kusanagi and Tatara had allowed her brain to clear for a moment so she could think and see what had been evading her tired mind.

Standing tall she stretched her arms over her head and popped her back, jogging up the stairs to slip on more appropriate clothes than pajama pants and an oversized shirt.

Alaura pulled back to look in the mirror, seeing a woman staring back at her. She used to be so scared of the world, scared to give something her all, but that had changed. Wasting time being scared of something got you nothing but emptiness, and admitting to herself made her feel a lot better.

She pulled over a light gray boyfriend styled long sleeve shirt, and buttoned up a light pair of jeans and slipped a brown belt through the belt loops. Sliding on a pair of ankle high, brown, flat footed boots she pulled away and smiled lightly at her reflection.

Beep. Beep.

She flipped open her phone to see a text from Liz:

Ashinaka High School. –Liz.

Alaura shook her head and slipped her phone into her back pocket. There was no way Shiro was the colorless King, but the maniacal man was at the high school.

Steeling her eyes she wrapped around her thigh a holster to hold on to the blade she would carry. Her gun had been tossed aside a long time ago.

The brunette rushed from the bar, pushing her legs to go as fast as they could. Mikoto thought he was saving them-but leaving her and the others would only hurt them all.

I promised to stay by your side, you idiot, I can't do that if you're dead!

Alaura jogged up slowly to the entrance of the school, keeping her breathing even as she flipped open her phone to text Liz and Mikoto she was here. She doubted he had his phone but maybe Kusanagi had gotten it.

''Miss Alaura!'' A boy cried out, smiling as she slowed to a walk. ''You made it! We were worried something had happened to you.''

Smiling kindly she nodded to him and clapped him on the shoulder. "Don't let anyone in or out, do you understand me? Be gentle to kids who try to escape, they're just scared."

The boy stood tall and nodded quickly as he and the other guys snapped to attention.

A chorus of "Yes Miss Alaura!' met her ears as she picked up her pace again to run through the courtyard.

Her eyes widened when she saw the clock-or what had been the clock-cut in half. Laughing underneath her breath she closed her eyes and focused on her breathing.

Come on…come on…there!

Her eyes opened as she sprinted forward, heart racing the closer she got. Her smile widened when she saw him walking languidly, the smoke floating above him probably from a cigarette. It was him, the messy red hair, the fur collared jacket, broad shoulders…

''Mikoto!"

The man barely had time to turn around before she barreled into him, her arms wrapping around his neck and tightening as she picked herself up slightly. Mikoto smirked and dropped the cigarette from his mouth, wrapping his arms around her waist and helping her hover in the air by a few inches.

''You're so short.'' He muttered.

Usually she would have snapped at even him, but she was too happy that he was here and alive to care. She buried her face into the crook of his neck.

''You're ridiculous.''

He let her feet fall gently to the floor, his hand finding hers and intertwining their fingers. Her breath hitched and she smiled happily until-

The Colorless King.

''Mikoto,'' she looked down at her feet. ''Everyone here is looking for the school boy, aren't they?"

''Yeah.''

''Even you?"

''Yeah, couldn't just sit and watch.''

She chewed on her lower lip and leaned her head against his shoulder as they walked along. She would stop talking now…she had to focus on planting the spell.

Mo chu bay, shu twa wa, fui kai su. Mo chu bay, shu twa wa, fui kai su. Mo chu bay, shu twa wa, fui kai su…

''Mikoto?" She whispered softly.

Amber eyes glanced down at her, confusion showing when brown orbs were filled with regret.

''What's wrong?''

''Nothing…I was just thinking that after this we should all take a road trip.'' Her eyes closed in a smile. ''Right?''

A small snowflake fell between them, landing on the tip of her nose. She blinked down at it before laughing. "Snow.''

A warmth passed over her nose, a thumb brushing away the cool bite gently. Alaura's cheeks warmed as she looked up to see Mikoto smiling caringly at her.

''I'd like that.''

Her heartstrings pulled as she nodded. She would continue this so they could have that road trip, and her birthday, and Christmas, and New Year's and every single fucking day.

She squeezed the hand in hers, relaxing when he squeezed back.

The Blue King looked over at his lieutenant, wondering if what he planned on doing would work. Of course he knew if he tried to talk to Mikoto the man would just laugh at him and be in disbelief that he tried to stop him.

But that girl…

The sun had fallen long ago, but the Blue Clan had yet to make a move and enter the school grounds. He was about to enter quietly and try out his hand with the set of cards he was given.

She can.

Liz played with the zipper on her jacket, pulling her beanie down over her ears and shivering slightly.

''You cold?"

She looked over to see Yata standing on his board with one foot, the other keeping him steady by resting on the floor of the ceiling they were on.

A smile lit up her face as she shook her head, turning her face away to look up at the sky. Snow had already coated the ground and the order for the guys to pull back inside had been given.

She and Yata stayed outside, keeping a close eye on the blues that had shown up after Alaura had. The soft descent of the snow made her think of her 17th birthday, when the others surprised her by teaching her how to ice skate.

''You know,'' she began quietly, eyes clouded in her memory. ''Whenever it snowed Alaura used to drag us out of our beds and make us get dressed. She'd be so excited she would forget her own jackets and I'd have to get them for her. It was nice.''

''In the middle of the night too?" Yata asked, grinning at the fond smile on her face.

''Yeah…even then. We were always shivering and soaked afterwards, but Master Ichigen would make us all hot chocolate. Funnily enough we never complained when she did it even if we got sick. Not even Kuroh.''

Yata's eyes turned downcast as his expression softened. ''It's because she's your big sister, your best friend. You two poke at one another but that shit is pretty much obvious.''

Liz chewed on her cheek and snorted. ''When we would get sick-ha! You should have seen her! She'd basically make us bed ridden and apologize over and over. That was fun too.''

A warm arm slipped around her shoulders and pulled her into his side. Her face heated as she looked up to see him looking back at her, his eyes showing he was still nervous.

''We'll protect Alaura from those things Liz, I promise.''

Her breath caught as tears sprung up in her eyes. She looked away hastily and blinked them away.

''I can't lose her, Yata.'' She whispered, feeling the cold nip at her warm cheeks. ''Kuroh and I…without her I don't think we'd even stay close. He would totally pull away from me-she was the one who brought him out of his shell you know, fucking hauled him everywhere we went until he warmed up to everyone. Without her... She's been there since I was little if she-''

''Hey! Cut that shit out!" Yata spun her around and pressed her face into his chest, hugging her tightly and cutting off her words. His eyes burned with determination as Liz's fears exposed themselves.

''Don't cry,'' his voice softened as he laid his cheek on top of her head. ''I don't want to see you cry Liz, damn it! I don't know how to help!"

Blue eyes were wide, before she started giggling and squeezed him once before letting go.

''I think you do.'' She smiled softly.

Red formed in his cheeks and he coughed, looking away and kicking his board up when he caught on. ''Well, yeah-uh ah look at that!"

She giggled before a thought struck her, and she bit her cheek wondering if she should even bother asking. He always got so upset but-

''Yata?" The boy looked at her questioningly. ''You call Saruhiko Fushimi a traitor of Homra but…what's that all about? You seem like you're ready to kill each other.''

Fury filled hazel eyes as he became defensive, hackles rising. ''Fuck him! He betrayed me, there isn't anything else to say!"

She frowned and breathed deeply. ''Yata…tell me.''

His gaze flickered over to her as he shook with rage. If it had been anyone else he would have fucking left them gaping like a fish. ''We were best friends, Mikoto took us in off the streets and gave us something to be a part of. We became partners in Homra, working together and having each other's backs.''

She reached over and pulled his hand into hers.

Yata frowned but continued. ''Then one day, get this, one day that traitor tells me he up and joined Scepter 4! That he didn't have any pride in Homra and he was glad to be leaving Mikoto and us.''

Blue eyes narrowed at the mention of how Fushimi abandoned Homra. That part never sat well with her, how someone could just leave something they pledged their all to.

''He abandoned me…so in the end, that's all that matters.'' The skateboarder spat, his free hand dragging down his face. His shoulders were tense, his heart beating aggressively in his chest.

It took her only a moment but when it hit her, her heart panged for the boy she had fallen for.

Yata…

''You shouldn't blame yourself,'' she whispered as a slight breeze caught her hair and lifted it. ''What he did…it wasn't your fault. People think best friends should just know what's wrong, but it's not that easy. They're the best at hiding things because they know you better than you do.''

The boy pulled his hand away from her and glared, trying to reign in his temper. ''I don't feel guilty or blame myself! That fucker left on his own!"

''But you do, you feel like you should have noticed how your friend felt.'' She argued. ''That's okay to feel Yata, no one will think you weak for missing your friend.''

''I don't miss him! He could die and I would fucking laugh!" He growled, facing away from her so he wouldn't yell at her. The urge to punch something was too much, the snow melting before it even touched him.

''No-you would be sad. Because you couldn't remind him that he abandoned you without telling you how he felt. That he left something you love and treats it like dirt. You'd be sad…because the boy who was your friend won't have the chance of coming back.''

His eyes snapped open and he started. Gently two arms wrapped around his middle, hands clasping on his stomach as Liz held him and pressed her cheek into his back.

''The Saruhiko Fushimi you knew Yata…he's not dead yet. He may have abandoned our family, but try-think-and figure out if he's a friend worth fighting for. He wasn't always crazy right?" She joked lightly, sagging in relief when he laid a hand on top of hers. A few beats of silence passed before he said something.

''Geez…I can't promise I won't kill him when I see him. The anger fills me up and it's all I can think of.'' He spoke brusquely.

Liz released her hold on him, allowing the boy to turn and look at her. Red painted lips lifted as she smiled cheekily up at him.

''That's what I'm here for.''

He grinned down at her before his head snapped up, the sound of a sharp whistle meeting their ears.

''He calls us like dogs.'' She crinkled her nose, allowing Yata to pull her into him so he could skate them over the ledges. The first time she doubted this would work, but with their powers it was a walk in the park.

Yata snorted and kicked off the ceiling to land on a ledge, her hopping off easily by the man who called them as she listened to the sounds of the board skidding to a stop.

''You called?" She grinned.

''Could you not whistle for us? Makes us feel like a couple of fucking lap dogs.'' Yata grumbled, raising a brow and waiting for the blond man to speak.

Kusanagi smirked easily at them and looked over at her. ''I've got to let the two of you in on a secret, think you could help me out?"

''You're not cold?" he asked her as she picked up a handful of snow and formed it into a snow ball. They had been wandering the grounds the entire time, chit chatting and just enjoying being next to one another. It was pretty pointless when all the students were inside.

She never stopped chanting the spell for a second and it was near completion.

Alaura blinked down at the snow that had begun to fall on her, smiling and shaking it off. Chocolate orbs looked up into amber from where she kneeled.

''No. I'm never cold around you.'' She giggled to herself and split the snowball down the middle. ''Did you know I'm a human heater? My skin is always warm and radiating heat for others around me, but I always feel so cold.''

''And it's different around me.'' He stated, watching her play with the white sand.

The brunette hummed. ''Uh huh. It's perfect around you, like I've found a balance. I love it.'' She flashed a grin at him and presented two perfect snowballs to him in her hands.

''What's that for?" He asked, raising a brow and feeling pleased with the warmth in his chest from her words.

''A promise,'' she said. ''That the next time it snows Homra is going to have an epic snowball fight. I want you to hold one and melt it in your hands and I'll do the same. This snow is going to be nothing compared to the next time we hold it.''

Mikoto took the ball of snow from her, frowning at the snow that had gotten into her hair and on her clothes. Even if she said she wasn't cold…

A small barrier encased them and she looked up to see that beautiful red protecting them from the winter. For a moment she thought of how handy this would have been with the others of their fights.

''Ready?" She asked, holding her own ball.

Mikoto shook his head at what they were doing but couldn't ignore the peace he felt. ''Yeah.''

''Alright…now!"

Red flames instantly consumed their hands, the flames flickering as the snow melted. Water began to fill their palms and leaked over as they watched the red dance; one wishing this could last and the other determined to make it.

''You're an amazing King, Mikoto.'' She admitted softly, avoiding his gaze even though she felt it pierce her. ''You've changed my life and opened my eyes to things I never thought possible. You treat the others with compassion that blows my mind. You're smart and you're funny…and I know we haven't known each other long at all but it feels like it. So that's why I need to tell you that I-I know that-''

''Mikoto! Alaura! Hey, sis!"

Alaura started and looked over to see Liz running towards her, her hair swaying behind her as she hurried. The brunette stepped back, breaking the moment that had been about to happen.

''What's up? Are you okay?" She questioned worryingly.

Liz stopped in front of them and waved her off, breathing labored from the cold and cheeks flushed. ''I'm fine, it's just that Kusanagi wants to see Mikoto. He asked if I could show you to the west side of the school, there's some kids acting up and we have to cool them down.''

The woman blinked before shaking her head, turning to Mikoto and resting a hand on his chest lightly. Liz's eyes shot open at the intimate gesture before she smirked.

''I'll see you soon.'' She promised.

Mikoto stared at her for a beat before cupping her cheek in his left hand, the heat from his touch warming the skin.

''I know.''

And with that he walked away back to where they had set up station, hands shoved into his pockets as he walked at a slow pace.

Cold.

''Wooooow, you've got it bad chick!" Liz grinned and wrapped her in a one armed hug, leading them towards the tree line.

Alaura cocked her head to the side. ''You were lying weren't you? There's no kids acting up.''

The raven haired girl sweat dropped and dropped her arm back to her side. ''No…but there's someone who wants to talk to you. I'm going to be in the shadows the entire time if he makes one wrong move.''

Their shoes padded against the stone steps they ascended, and Alaura eyed her curiously. ''He? Who would want to…oh, I see.''

Her words stopped as she saw the Blue King in front of her, leaning against a pillar that had long since given up on remaining whole.

The man looked over at her as they approached, his frown being replaced by a smile, a truce.

''One wrong move asshole-.'' Liz threatened, backing away before slinking into the shadows of the trees.

The two remained staring at one another before Alaura walked the last couple of steps.

''You got me here, what did you want to talk about?"

Munakata smirked and pushed up is glasses. ''I had debated on asking to speak to Mikoto…but I felt like with you here that would be pointless, wouldn't it?"

''That depends,'' she tilted her head and leaned against a pillar, clasping her hands behind her back. ''What did you plan on talking to him about?"

The Blue King faced the woman who had stolen Mikoto's heart in only a few days, very much aware now that though she looked harmless there was strength in those limbs.

Not as if he would attempt anything, the mere aura radiating from the blue eyed girl was enough to make him feel cautious. He knew if he even harmed her the entire Homra clan would be out for his blood-but he doubted that Liz would give them the chance.

The girl would make well on her threat.

''I was going to offer him that if he stopped all of this…if he gave up on the notion of killing the Colorless King-I would continue the search for the Colorless King myself. When he would be found Suoh could punish him in the way he saw fit. You must know that the added burden of killing a King will be too much for him to handle.''

Alaura didn't even flinch.

''He never would have agreed.'' She stated. ''He would have passed it up. You must have known that since you asked for me instead. I want to know why.''

Munakata closed his eyes as he paused. ''It would have been pointless with you being here because I know you refuse to let him die.''

''You're right.'' She dead panned. ''I plan on stopping him and if you get involved, if you make one wrong move because you think the sword will fall, Homra will kill you.''

The Blue King started. ''If the sword falls there will be no more Homra! Countless innocent lives, the lives of your friends…everyone you love will die! Even you yourself will die!"

''You're missing the part where I plan on preventing that,'' she stood straight. ''Tell me now, Blue King, if the sword falls are you willing to kill Mikoto Suoh?"

He didn't miss a beat. Suoh had once been a good friend, but he had duties he needed to see out. He pushed his shoulders back. ''Yes. To protect the lives of everyone on this island I will kill Mikoto Suoh should the sword fall.''

"Then it's damned good I'm going to make sure the sword won't fall!''

Red swirls danced around their feet, melting the snow that had gathered instantly. Munakata looked up expecting to see her angry but instead saw her eyes shine in the light.

''He's not just this ticking time bomb you think he is,'' she whispered, forcing him to meet her eyes. ''He's a fucking human being who has feelings, who has people who love him, who has people who respect him. He has people who would fight for him! He is the Third King, the Red King, and Homra will never let his own power destroy him! We will fight you with our lives for his!''

It happened in an instant that Munakata knew he hadn't thought it through. One moment they were standing and the next he had her pinned to the ground, her hair splayed around her as she looked up at him in shock. His fist was clenching the front of her shirt as he shook above her.

Clink.

A cool blade pressed into the flesh of his throat, and by the anger rolling towards him in tidal waves he knew he had made a mistake. Liz was positioned behind him, eyes wild as she breathed heavily through her nose.

''I'll kill you.'' She pressed the blade deep enough to cause a droplet of blood to fall. ''Hurt her, and I'll fucking kill you.''

Alaura blinked back the tears that had yet to fall and raised her hand to gently push away the blade from his throat. Liz's blazing blue eyes met hers and she hesitated before gnashing her teeth together and retreating back into the shadows.

''That's a child's dream.'' He glared, finding his voice. ''It's a child's dream that you think you can stop the sword from falling, that you think Mikoto isn't a fuse aching to be lit. He will kill the Colorless King and he will destroy you.''

''No, I can stop the sword from falling. I will kill the Colorless King myself and stop the sword from ever falling. I've promised this to myself, to everyone who loves Mikoto Suoh, who treasure his friendship…'' Alaura's voice softened as her limbs were spread out.

''Only a King-''

''-King can kill a King. I know,'' she shook her head. ''I don't care…like you said, you knew I would never let him die. You came out here hoping I could convince him didn't you? Listen well Blue King, my plan will work as long as I keep him away from the Colorless King. Please…help me in doing this.''

Munakata's eyes widened and he released the grip he had on her, rising himself to a stand and watching her rise and dust off the snow.

''You truly believe you can do this.'' He breathed in disbelief. ''It's impossible.''

Alaura smiled softly and laughed beneath her breath. ''Nothing is impossible Munakata. Now you can either help me in distracting Mikoto away from the Colorless King or not. I care for the people on this island and no one will die from the fall of the Sword of Damocles. It won't happen.''

Munakata was shocked at the conviction in the girl's words, the pure belief she held that she would save Suoh from himself. Oddly enough…he hoped to see it happen.

''I will distract Mikoto Suoh from carrying out his desire to kill the seventh King.'' He swore.

Pale pink lips spread into a wide smile as she stretched her arms over her head. She began to walk back, stopping only to utter a few words.

''I trust in your abilities, Fourth King Reisi Munakata. Don't let me down.''

As she walked away he heard Liz start after her, the two's steps falling in sync as they walked back in silence.

He spun on his heel. ''Do not disappoint me, Alaura of Homra.'' He called out.

Alaura paused in her step. She waved a hand in farewell and picked up her pace. ''See you around.''

Though they left on a deal, both knew that Munakata's declaration of killing Mikoto would never be able to sit well with the woman. She understood his reasoning, why he would do so and that it may even hurt him in the process. Hell she could even respect him for it-

But it would be something she could never forgive.

A/N: Alaura has something up her sleeve, but now she just has to find the Colorless King and carry through with it. With Liz by her side they just might pull it off…

But the girls don't know who the King is now that they believe in Shiro.

Liz is determined to help Yata get his best friend back, but will Fushimi even let her?

Until next time!

-ScarlettWriter

PREVIEW OF CHAPTER 11: Tick Tock Tick Tock

Her lips thinned as she sprinted after the King, her heart beating wildly in her chest. Not this time, no, there would be no more running or hiding.

She would kill the Colorless King once and for all.