When I first got ideas for a fanfic after watching K-project again, I thought it would take place after K: Return of kings, then wasn't sure after what happened to the Slate. But I've decided that this story will take place after Return of kings, cause it goes better with my ideas. They still have powers
and the Slate has somehow been rebuilt.

Chapter 1

Mirai stumbled down the street. Her right arm pressed to the side, trying to stop the bleeding from a cut, but it wasn't working. Maybe she had some broken ribs too, or at least cracked ribs cause it hurt like hell. She didn't know how or why she was caught in a fight. That she barely made it out alive from. She wasn't in any clan yet, so whatever issues between the clans, she wasn't a part of it. If this was even regarding an issue between the clans.
She had done her best to fight back, but they were stronger then her. Maybe they had enough when she didn't get up again, they thought she died, or they just left her there to die. Either way, her injuries might not be fatal, but she was still hurt badly. And she needed help. She had to stop the bleeding. She started to feel dizzy. She lost balance and fell on her knees. She breathed in between clenched teeth as she hit the ground. Man, that hurt!

She looked up to her left and saw the sign above the entrance. This was HOMRA's quarters. She knew about the Red Clan. And their motto. No blood! No bone! No ash! They weren't exactly the good guys. But she had heard whispers lately, that they were not quite as bad as they used to be after their last king fell. But this was still HOMRA. But she didn't have a choice. She got up on her feet and stumbled to the door and put her hand on the door handle.

Kusanagi was standing behind the counter polishing some wine glasses when the door flew open and someone literally fell in to the empty bar. She had her hand on the door handle and her right arm pressed to the side when she fell in. She got up and took a few stumbling steps.

" Hey, this is…" Kusanagi began.

The girls crashed to the floor and he saw the blood.

"Anna!"he called for the little girl that was their king.

Yata walked in to the bar. He had and angry look on his face. But he usually did.

" That monkey!"

" Had a fight with Fushimi again?" Kusanagi asked, standing behind the counter.

" That bastard!" Yata threw the baseball bat on the floor and put down the skateboard.

He looked to the left and saw a person lying on the bench in one of the booths.

"Rikio. Why you takin' a nap? Why weren't you with me?"

" Yata. That's not…"

Mirai woke up when someone grabbed her arm and pulled her up. She was aiming a punch, but she was weak from blood loss and pain, so she didn't have much power behind the punch, and it didn't do more than touch the stomach of the one who pulled her up.

The blanket slipped down and revealed a face that was not Rikio's, but a girl's face. Yata quickly let go and jolted back.

Mirai fell back down on the bench with a groan of pain. She would kill him when she was healed. Wait, he was HOMRA. But man, that hurt!

" Who's she? Wha- wha- what she doing here?" Yata said, suddenly not knowing what to do.

"She feel in to the bar", Kusanagi said. "She was injured".

"Why did she come here?" Yata asked with an annoyed look at the girl. "She's no HOMRA."

"No idea. Anna let her stay. We'll see when she's more awake. Now leave her alone."

He said the last part with a calm voice, but Yata knew it was best to listen, so he walked over to the bar and sat down. He sat with his back towards Kusanagi and glared at the girl under the blanket who seemed to be sleeping again.