A/N: Hiiiiii how is everyone today? Good? Yes? Awesome!

I would like to inform you all that I'm planning on writing another story for K soon, so yes.

Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THIS AMAZING SHOW OR ITS CHARACTERS. *Sobs*

Chapter 12: Sacrifices

Alaura blinked stupidly at the information she had just been given. The Colorless King had tried to obtain the first King, the Silver King's, immortality but failed because it was intertwined with his soul.

Then that means the power we're given…it bonds with our soul and then mutates to follow our soul's will through our body.

She looked over her shoulder where Mikoto's sword hung and felt a tear leak over as she smiled wildly.

Mikoto…

''Alaura? Are you there?'' Shiro's voice ghosted over the phone and she laughed, shaking her head and wiping away the lone tear.

"Yeah, yeah I'm here. I'll find Kukuri…just get everyone off of this island safely for me, okay Shiro?''

''…I feel like that's easier said than done when involving Homra.''

She nodded and smiled fondly. ''Have Kuroh tell Liz everything when he goes to stop the fight. She'll handle Yata and then he'll handle the rest of the guys. You need to speak to Awashima, she's the Blue King's lieutenant and will be able to help.''

''Right, Neko and I will go after her. Alaura, thank you for believing in me from the very start.''

Brown eyes softened as she closed them against the sun. Night would be upon them soon.

''Go, Shiro.''

''Be careful with Kukuri, the Colorless King will do anything to not die.''

She looked away from the school and began walking back towards the forest, the shade enveloping her.

''He won't get away Shiro…now go.''

''Kuroh wants to talk to you.''

Shiro passed over the phone back to the antsy looking boy, watching as the one who was always composed slipped up and let his emotions show.

''Alaura,'' he started, but stopped when her laugh met his ears.

''This better not be a 'don't engage in combat' talk you're fond of.''

His eyebrows furrowed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. ''This isn't the time to be so flippant Alaura, your clan is at war and your King is in threat of dy-''

''You watch who you're talking to, Kuroh Yatogami.''

Her words were sharp but softened by the warmth in them. Still, it had the effect from when they were younger and he silenced, clenching his fists.

''I'm sorry I just…You're so carefree sometimes I worry.''

''I'll be safe in containing Kukuri until you come. Take care of yourself please, and find Liz as soon as possible.''

Kuroh smiled slightly and looked up to blink against a tear that had brought up in his eyes. "Of course. I'd be a horrible little brother if I didn't listen to my elder sister.''

''That's more like it.''

Click.

(Begin flashback)

Three months after Liz joins their family

A boy hid behind Master Ichigen's pant leg, peeking around timidly at the three people that stood in front of them. One girl had long raven hair like his, while the other girl's hair was a deep brown and pulled back into a braid. The little boy had light brown hair, but his inquisitive eyes matched that of the girl with the braid.

"Alaura, Liz, Jacob-this is Kuroh Yatogami. He's going to be staying with us from now on.

''Is he a big brother?" Jacob asked, looking up to the brown haired girl. Kuroh wasn't sure if her name was Liz or Alaura.

The raven haired girl spoke up instead. ''He's shy.''

''You were shy when you came here Liz,'' Master Ichigen said softly, nudging Kuroh forward gently.

Kuroh stuttered on noise and held his hands into his chest. He was nervous, and tired, and all he wanted to do was stay safe by Master Ichigen's side.

Liz as he now knew nodded in agreement before flashing him a kind smile. ''Hey, you don't have to be nervous with us. We don't bite, promise!''

Kuroh shifted back and forth and averted his gaze to the floor, letting the silence hang in the air.

A slight shuffling in front of him made him look up, and he started when the brown haired girl stood in front of him.

Master Ichigen had said she was the oldest of his children, and he could tell by the slight advantage she had on the other children.

She held out her hand towards him, palm open as she smiled at him. ''Kuroh Yatogami, you're our brother. Come on, let's go play.''

Kuroh was in a daze of 'what the heck' as he slipped his hand into hers, feeling her drag him outside with the others. Liz bumped his shoulder and Jacob clung to the end of his shirt as Alaura pulled him forward

He looked over his shoulder to see Master Ichigen smile at them, mouthing 'good luck.'

(end flashback)

He had been so young then, afraid of everything that was loud and happy. He felt as if he were a bad omen and brought nothing but destruction.

The others had changed that.

Slipping his phone into his pocket he smiled when his wallpaper flashed before blinking black.

It was from his 13th birthday party; Liz was leaning behind him and waiting eagerly to shove his face into the cake Alaura had baked him, Alaura was laughing and urging him to make a wish, Master Ichigen was playing with the party favors and smiling, while Jacob looked hungrily and reached for the cake.

A worker had caught in just time, and he had it framed back in his room at their home.

''Kuroh? Are you ready?"

Kuroh looked over to the glowing boy and white haired girl, patting his phone and nodding.

'' Let us continue.''

Liz had abandoned her blood soaked sweater long ago, tearing it to wrap around her shoulder. Now she was in nothing but Yata's red hoodie with a thin white tank top that was skin tight. Her leather jacket had been ruined and she was pissed.

''You asshole!" She screamed, charging forward and landing a blow on Fushimi's thigh. The boy stumbled back, eyes widening before he dodged another attack from Yata.

The two had been taking turns swiping at him, and had exhausted his ability to tap into his dual powers. He could only harness his blue aura, and against two red he was in danger.

Liz jumped and spun in the air, hair flying around her as she brought her blade down. Fushimi started and rolled away, grimacing at the pain in his leg.

''Stay down, Saru.'' Yata growled, jutting his chin out. ''You're done for.

Liz went to open her mouth but paused when a familiar presence made itself known. Blue eyes looked over to connect with blue, eyes that had seen each other at their worst and best as siblings should.

''Kuroh,'' she blinked. ''What the hell are you doing here?"

The boy frowned and pulled her aside. ''I need your help. We need to stop this fighting and get everyone off of the island. Are you injured and involved with Yatagarasu?''

"What?" Liz backed away and crinkled her nose. ''Why? And stay out of my love life!"

Kuroh filled her in all of the news, of Shiro being the first King and of Alaura chasing after the Colorless King. At that she punched him in the arm.

''Are you fucking mental?" Se hissed. ''You let her go off alone?"

''Weren't you the one who said once she makes up her mind it's 'pretty damn hard' to change it?"

Liz blushed and looked down. "Forget it, but really Kuroh if you go in and claim that 'by orders of the Silver King you are to cease fighting' because trust me, I know you would say something stupid like that, all of these guys are just going to target you.''

''What do you propose then?"

Liz looked over at all of her friends, chewing her cheek before her eyes widened and she smirked. ''Kuroh, who is the scariest person you would never disobey?"

''Alaura of course, why?''

Liz's smirk intensified. ''Because to these guys they refer to her as Miss Alaura, a sign of higher respect.''

Realization dawned on the boy as he looked over the grounds. ''So we have no power over the blue clan, but Homra will stop if we…''

''If we claim Alaura has given the order to back down.'' She sheathed her sword and ran over to Yata, pulling him away from a struggling to stand Fushimi. Kuroh watched his sister explain the tactic to Homra's front line leader, raising his chin when the boy looked at him in challenge.

The two came back over and Yata narrowed his eyes. ''Dog Shit.''

Liz sweat dropped. ''Alright, Yata, give the order.''

Hazel eyes flickered over to her before he kicked up his board and clutched it in his hand.

''Hey, Homra! Stop fighting and listen up!" Yata shouted over the sounds of fighting, pulling the attention of the red clan.

''Alright, Alaura has given out the order that we are to pull back off the island and halt fighting at once. We are to help the students evacuate. If any of you have any fucking objections, Liz and I will let her know!"

A pen dropping could have been heard and Kuroh looked amazed.

''Wow.'' He muttered.

Members of Homra paused and looked at one another before pulling back, running into the school and dropping their weapons along the way.

The Blues looked confused, some members pulling out their devices to call their commander in charge.

Liz looked proud at the reaction that had taken place. ''Alaura would have loved to seen that, one week barely and they listen to her. That's a record.''

Now we find you, Alaura.

''What? Homra is helping the kids evacuate?" Kusanagi blinked at the two who had rushed by to tell him what happened. They were panting and nodding hastily.

''Yes sir! Miss Alaura has given out the order!"

Kusanagi smirked and looked out over the window, where he knew the girl was running after a dangerous killer. The Silver King was on the phone with the Gold King and had just gotten off the phone with him.

That's what it is, that undying respect you command to have.

He looked over to the two clans members and nodded. ''Keep going and don't stop, get everyone out of here.''

"Sir!"

Kusanagi turned towards the Silver King and frowned. ''My men are evacuating the students on Miss Alaura's orders.''

Awashima stood to attention. ''The Blue Clan is working to evacuate as well.''

''But we have one concern,'' Izumo paused. ''If the Colorless King can possess a student how do we know he won't escape our net?'

''Alaura,'' Anna's ruby eyes looked out over the window as she pulled from Neko's hold and stunned the adults. "I can feel her all over. She's done something to the island…it's all in color now. Whatever it is the Colorless King won't escape.''

''Even if- he wouldn't, he's only focused on Kings at the moment. Why we have to evacuate everyone is for the chance that a sword will fall. If that happens, it could be catastrophic.'' Shiro said passionately, frowning at the thought.

Everyone quieted but Tatara stepped forward, eyes steely as his fists clenched. ''The swords won't fall, Alaura won't let that happen. It's her birthday tomorrow and we're going to celebrate!''

Kusanagi stared wide eyed at the conviction in the young man's voice. ''Totsuka…''

Anna froze as her eyes snapped open and she shook at the disgust that travelled over her skin.

"He's here.''

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"You think you're safe? Hahaha! I'll kill you all! Wallow in your despair, feel the fear coursing through your veins, I want it! I want it all!''

Liz clapped her hands over her ears and grimaced at the shriek that was bouncing off the air. It was in her head, it was in the air, whatever it was it fucking hurt!

Fighting off the pain she grabbed Yata's wrist and pulled him along, both instinctually knowing what they were going to do.

''Liz! You two need to get off the island!" Kuroh shouted from behind them, racing to catch up. ''If the sword falls-''

''Have faith you lil shit!" Liz smirked over her shoulder, eyes twinkling. ''I'll be okay, now do your part!"

''How do you know where she is?" Yata asked as they ran alongside one another, his eyebrows furrowed.

''I installed a tracker on her phone, she loses it a lot.'' Liz waved the phone in her hand that had a red dot moving on it. ''We've almost caught up to her.''

Yata smirked. ''She know that it's on all the time?"

''Do you like me alive?"

They kept running, the wind whipping by them in their hurry. It happened in a split second, they went from feeling powerful to crashing into the ground, rolling and crying out in pain.

Yata clutched his chest while Liz clutched her arm, rolling up her sleeve to stare down at the mark of Homra that was actually burning her skin.

She crawled over to the cringing Skateboarder, pulling his shirt down and seeing his own tattoo burning bright like hers as he gnashed his teeth together.

''Yata…Yata what does this mean?" She whispered.

The boy squeezed his eyes shut as he admitted the ugly truth-the truth that Liz couldn't make herself accept.

''Mikoto is reaching his limit, and soon.''

Alaura dropped to the floor, looking back wards at the school as the Colorless King's voice tried to invade her mind and rested a hand on the tree trunk.

''You'll have to do better than that,'' she raised a brow. ''A few voices in your head? Please.''

She started forward again, trees blurring by her. She could hear the explosions in the distance from the two king's fight and kept checking up on Mikoto's aura, feeling stress at the subtle change.

He's wearing himself out, he can't take much more of this! My spell is almost-

"Argh!" Pain erupted in her shoulder and she collapsed into a pile of snow, the heat from her mark melting it beneath her.

''No!" She cried, pulling herself up and pushing on. "Don't you dare give up on me now Mikoto, I'll bring you back from the dead just to kick your ass!"

''Well well…looks like it's the Blue King weakening first, I would have expected it to be your precious Red King.''

Alaura froze and looked up the steps before her, seeing Kukuri watching her as she clutched her shoulder. The brunette released her grip, eyes growing cold as she began the process.

''What? No reaction? No delicious declaration of love? Have you even told the Red King?'' the girl's pupils dilated as she shook back and forth in excitement. ''Oh it's so good! You should have seen it earlier, I made him watch you die! Over and over, over and over, over and over!"

Alaura felt pity for the soul before her. Her voice was fluctuating between man and woman, different tones and pitches creating a nasty mix.

You've consumed so many souls…you don't even know who you are.

''You know, I think I'll consume the Blue King first!" The King exclaimed.

Alaura took three steps forward.

''No no, that'll just get me killed by the Red King!''

Her fists clenched.

''But if I wait for both of them to tire out…I could take both of them! And then I'll possess three powers!''

Alaura popped her neck, feeling her flames gather around her right fist as she chanted the spell. There were two versions of the spell, one designed to create and other designed specifically to continue out the task.

''Then consuming the others will be a piece of cake! I have to hunt down that recluse of a 6th, but it will all be worth it! Who needs seven Kings anyways?!"

"Mo chu, shu wa. Mo chu, shu wa. Mo chu, shu wa…''

The King started and looked at her weirdly, scrutinizing her flaming fist and stepping back hesitantly.

''What the hell do you think you're doing?! Please, please don't hurt me! Shut up, shut up!'' The girl cupped her head and fell to her knees, eyes wide and pleading for safety.

''Please, please don't kill me.''

Alaura stopped her walking and closed her eyes against the sight before her. The mantra never stopped. A smirk spread across Kukuri's face as she darted forward for Alaura's neck.

''Sucker!"

''MO CHU SHU WA!"

BOOM!

The island shook, the sturdy buildings moving with the force of the shake. Waves lapped at the edges in response to the shock and the citizens in the city looked up fearfully as the force of it sent tremors their way. The bridge shook, and those on it looked over frantically.

''Did a sword fall?" A blue cried.

Mikoto looked up to where a cloud of gray was floating up, flecks of white dancing up and out and shooting forward into the sky. He looked over at Munakata, before abandoning their fight and shooting forward.

Munakata grimaced and followed.

''What was that?" Yata yelled, holding on to Liz and a pillar as the ground continued to settle beneath them.

Liz looked up at the smoke cloud only a few yards away from them. ''Let's find out.''

Kuroh and Shiro floated above, watching as the gray smoke began to clear up.

''Your sister did something, the Red Clan's strain, Anna said she felt the entire island being consumed by it.'' Shiro admitted softly.

Kuroh's eyes widened as he dived head first into the thicket of the smoke.

Alaura's fingers wrapped around a pale neck, brown eyes staring into gray orbs. Black as night hair fell into his face, fear being the only expression that he wore. He was naked and shivering in front of her-the Sword of Damocles hanging above his head.

Kukuri was on the ground behind her resting, her body collapsing as the hold the Colorless King had on her soul was ripped away from her.

His lower lip trembled. ''What did you-what did you do to me?!"

Alaura glared and dropped him at her feet. ''A soul is not meant to be consumed by another soul, a soul is not meant to live in another body that isn't their own. If a soul inhabits another's body it will slowly deteriorate the soul.''

"I don't care about that! Why the fuck do I have a body?!" The Colorless king screeched.

A gust of wind blew away the last remaining wisps of smoke and her hair lifted gently, falling over her back and moving out of her face.

''Sister? Can we play outside?"

Alaura looked down at the mountain of homework she had to do, before hiding it from her brother's view and smiling down at him.

''Of course, go get the others.''

"I didn't do my homework one night, but I should have. Maybe then I could have known everything from the beginning.'' She whispered.

''Learned what?! How do I have a body?!"

"You have a body…because I created a spell to trap you in one. The form you have is nothing but dirt and soil from the land we stand on, water fueling it and created in the image I imagine you would have looked like.''

The colorless king hunched over in disbelief and stared at the flesh of his hands. He could see it, the cracks and slight brown that showed he was nothing more than dirt. ''Trapped? Trapped in defiantly in a body?"

''Yes. But since your body is dirt, your soul will reject it on its own. Your soul will literally kill itself trying to escape its prison. Those white lights you saw were other souls I released that you had kept a piece of.''

Gray eyes shone in misery. ''My soul…will kill itself?"

Alaura frowned but nodded. She didn't know if something like this could work, in the books they had been mere clay statues used for training purposes, but with her knowledge of soul and body she had fused his soul into it.

''Tear itself apart, it will mutilate your spirit to free itself and in the process you will cease to exist. No other world is waiting for you.''

"Alaura!"

''Alaura are you alright?!''

''What the hell was that explosion?!"

Warm arms pulled her into their chest and she started, feeling that familiar warmth consume the space around her. Her arms came up to wrap around him as she pressed her face into his chest.

''You're hurt,'' she murmured.

''I'm fine.'' He replied, squeezing her tighter to him.

''Who the fuck is that?"

"Kukuri!"

Alaura pulled back to see Kuroh and Shiro drop next to the unconscious girl, Kuroh pulling her up as she blinked blearily up at him.

''Ku…roh?"

Alaura released her hold on Mikoto to turn towards the still shivering man on the floor. He was pulling on his hair and looking pitiful as he rocked back and forth, eyes wide and bloodshot. He didn't even bother to cover himself, for she hadn't put the appropriate parts in her mind's eye.

''Colorless King.'' She addressed him. Gray orbs flickered up at her before he scampered back.

"I don't want to die, you witch! You're a witch!"

''This is your plan?" Liz asked in awe as it clicked when she noticed the dirt coating his body. ''I understand now…that's why the island shook. You created a dummy and locked his soul inside of it.''

''You're telling me that's the Colorless King?" Yata dead panned, looking dubiously at the shivering mess of fear.

''That's him,'' Shiro muttered, eyes wide as he saw the personification of the man who didn't even know who he was himself.

Alaura nodded and looked up at the sky where night now reigned. Sighing she reached forward for the man and hauled him up from where he stood. It would be cold for the others soon, and she really just wanted to go home.

''It's time to go now,'' she frowned. ''It's time to let go and face your fate.''

The Colorless King couldn't cry, but he could rip himself out of her grasp. ''I don't want to! You bitch! You did this to me!''

Brown eyes narrowed. ''You tried to murder my friend!"

Crazy reigned as he cackled, falling back from her. ''You did this so darling Mikoto wouldn't die! You did didn't you?! Well guess what pretty lady-I"LL RUIN YOUR PLANS!"

She was thrown back by a burst of gray, her head hitting a tree with a resounding crack. Hearing the grunts of her friends she raised an arm to shield her eyes from the gray aura that was whipping around them.

A sudden heat filled the air and she looked up to see Mikoto standing tall, his aura roaring around him as he dropped into a crouch and flames gathered around his clenched fists.

Her stomach dropped as she realized what was happening, what both men planned to do. It didn't matter what she had done-they were still going to!-

''MIKOTO!" She screamed, stretching her hand out and running forward. It wasn't too late-it wasn't!

But it was.

Mikoto's fierce cry pierced the air as his fist went through the Colorless King, the world stilling before- "PLEASE! PLEASE DON'T DO THI-!""

Boom.

Maybe it was because of how she saw him smirk in satisfaction, or the feeling of her heart being torn, but the explosion was small in comparison to the snap in her head as she sagged to the ground, watching the red go straight through the Colorless King.

He flashed her a vindictive smirk as he burnt away.

She never tore her eyes away, even when the red consumed her sight and smoke burnt them. She watched as the smoke cleared, revealing the form of Mikoto.

Red snapped around him like electricity as he hunched forward, the strength he had left in his body being spent on that one attack.

Amber eyes looked over to his side to see Alaura on her knees, tears falling freely from her eyes as their gaze locked. His heart panged in his chest but he figured it was for the best.

She would go on, find someone good for her-who listened and didn't try to protect her from everything. The thought made his blood boil but if she was happy…who cared?

He already knew the new Red King would be great at what she did…with Alaura and the others by her side, he knew Anna would grow strong.

A sad smile crossed his lips when Alaura reached out for him slowly, getting to her feet shakily. Her hair was chaotic around her head and her face was smeared with dirt and tear tracks.

I never did tell you how beautiful I think you are…guess you were right, I'm ridiculous.

He broke their gaze, looking up to face the sword hanging above him. He watched as red cracked around it, before fading away slowly. The orb in the middle of the handle flickered, and he closed his eyes in acceptance. Munakata would follow through with his promise.

Munakata squeezed his eyes shut as he watched the orb flicker. It was time to face his duties as Blue King, and as head of Scepter 4.

Mikoto felt it happen, the exact moment the orb went out and his body lost control of his powers.

''If you care for them, Mikoto, then they must be amazing people.''

''Kings are meant to guide and that is who you are Mikoto!''

''It's so warm, Mikoto. So safe…''

''I don't want to leave you alone.''

Thank you…Alaura…

The sword began to fall.

Yata pulled Liz close to him, tears streaming down his face as he watched the sword begin to drop. ''Mr. Mikoto!''

Munakata darted forward, sword readied as he closed his eyes. He could do this, but he couldn't watch himself kill his old friend.

Hands gripped the dirt beneath her.

Everyone squeezed their eyes, ready for the impact but feeling nothing. Hesitantly they opened their eyes to look up at the sword, and gasped.

''The sword! It's, it's being encased in red!" Yata shouted.

A barrier had formed over the sword, moving like water over it again and again. Slowly it lifted from where it had stopped, until it hung proud in the night sky. With a sharp twist of the red waves they shattered, falling like red fireworks in the black sky and showering them in their warmth.

The Sword of Damocles was restored.

Mikoto opened his amber eyes slowly, looking up at the sword. ''What…?''

That's when they all looked towards the two Kings.

Alaura didn't think it would hurt so much, she had read about it over and over, but she never imagined the pain to be like this.

It was nice though, to at least be next to him. She wouldn't feel the cold. An he would live-The Sword of Damocles would never fall and destroy her world.

Blood dribbled from the corner of her mouth as she clutched the tip of the blade that had pierced through her heart, burning away the metal just enough so that it couldn't touch Mikoto.

My mouth…it tastes like rust.

A sharp intake of breath caught her attention and she looked up, brown clashing with gold just like the first time they met.

Her eyes softened. ''You're okay…I'm so-so glad.''

Mikoto gaped down at her, the realization of what had happened beginning to dawn on him. "Alaura…what have you-''

''It'll all…be okay.'' She fell forward slightly and he reached up to catch her, fingertips squeezing as they pressed into her upper arms. She rested her cheek against his chest, smiling at the comfort she found in how his heart beated. ''I'll be…o-kay…''

Liz and Kuroh screamed, screamed so loud and so piercing it reached the heavens and made their throats raw.

"BIG SISTEEEEEER!"

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A/N: Hi.

Until next time!

-ScarlettWriter

PREVIEW OF CHAPTER 13: Why?

"Are you sure? They're nothing but a couple of orphans.''

Ichigen Miwa stared back into brown orbs that watched him carefully yet hopefully. She was clutching a small bundle to her chest and shifted to offer out her hand to him.

''Home?" She asked, fingers stretched out.

He smiled and gripped her hand in his own. Of course he was sure, even more so now.

''Home.''