For future reference, all of these chapter's will be named after Coldplay songs.
The Reader:
You're around the same age as Yata; with a given name, "Asaki Kitsuhara." A play on words meaning "Violet Fox," whose meaning will come into play later in the story.
I hope you can bear with these small details.
I didn't use (F/N) or (L/N) because its unnecessary.
Think of yourself as Robin from Fire Emblem, where its you, but not you at the same time I guess.
Also I have temporarily changed this story to rated T for teen. Depending on how things go as the story progresses I may keep it as such, or if I feel like it, it will change back to mature.
It had been a week now since you discovered the fact that the boy you encountered named Yashiro Isana was possibly the missing Silver king, Adolf K. Weismann.
But you still had to keep in mind that there was also a small chance that you were wrong.
And since you never really got the opportunity to figure out if it really was him, and the fact that he had somehow managed to escape into this new body in such a short amount of time, you'd finally decided that in the end, he needed to be evaluated.
Sure you weren't exactly positive that it was the one person you were looking for, but your gut was insistent on telling you otherwise.
So you just went with it.
Especially since you were running out of time; and quickly.
"Even if it was him... What could I possibly do to help refresh his memory?" You mumbled to yourself.
As of right now you rested gently atop of a tall building edge while playfully swaying your legs in the warm breeze; thinking of only one question that repeated in your brain over again and again...
How had the Colorless king done it?
How did he manage to steal away a totally different body without so much as breaking a sweat, while also ruining several lives of innocent people in the process?
There was something weird to all of this mystery, and you didn't like being in the dark... Ever.
It was as if the air around you screamed, "This is all a set up, part of some bigger convoluted scheme that was destined to start a war!"
In retrospect, you were certain it was. After all, the Colorless king had told you himself. His ramblings of him trying to take over the entire world and become the only king rang loud and clear when his ear splitting, nails on a chalkboard voice overtook your senses.
He even made you escape into the city that you never ever dreamed you'd step foot on again in a thousand years.
Speaking of which, you had also heard news about Mikoto Suoh and the members of the red clan "HOMRA" making an attempt at finding out who Tatara Totsuka's killer was. Which unfortunately ended up in disaster as they all helplessly watched their leader willingly hand himself over to the Blue king, Reisi Munakata, commander of the uptight "Septer 4."
And call yourself skeptical, but something about that situation just didn't ring quite right in your ears.
If there was one thing you did know, was that Mikoto Suoh was the most stubborn person in the entire world, no, in the entire universe, and would've never pulled any such stunt without there being some kind of hidden agenda.
But you weren't an idiot.
If anything, it didn't take you more than 5 seconds to figure out why he had done just that.
Scepter 4 wasn't the only group of people who had a tendency to find out top secret information.
Throughout all your years of experience, you'd come to dislike one thing above everything else, maybe even more so than fighting...
And that was being the fool when it came to knowing precious details.
That's also why you had originally used your... "particular" move-set to infiltrate and retrieve the more reclusive details rather than actually going one on one with another clansman.
No. You knew exactly what was going on.
Over the past few years before you left, you'd noticed that a certain Red headed king's weismann levels had slowly but surely began to rise over time ever since he'd been crowned king.
You also knew, how he may not have been quite as confident and aloof as most people made him out to be. In fact, it was all a façade. So you knew the real reason the red head turned himself in. Regardless of how much you wished it wasn't true...
He was afraid.
And deep down you'd always somehow known that.
That man had been reluctant to have the responsibility of taking on the role of the fierce and powerful Red king, since day one.
He'd always had a short fuse when it came to remaining calm in stressful situations.
Add that to somehow suddenly becoming a ruler over several other vicious fighters, and of course it would put a strain on him.
So, in the end, his insecurities got the better of him, and he even swallowed his pride enough to turn himself into the man he'd had the biggest conflict with for years...
"You must be having a field day huh, Munakata...?" A strained smile curled at your lips as the bitter words left them.
Munakata Reisi was a very... imposing man to say the least. Although you yourself didn't exactly feel this way, since you were pretty much immune to it; most other people did.
It was probably because of his somber attitude and lack of extreme emotions that caused others discomfort. Not to mention his entire aura seemed out of place around larger crowds of people who were filled with life and free of the burden of having to run an entire "kingdom."
Which was probably why he never handled many missions in the field... His presence would only make certain situations worse.
So when you heard that he'd personally handled the arrest, it was surprising, to say the least.
From what you gathered however, most of the time he'd stay behind on the sidelines and let the other members of Scepter 4 handle all of the dirty work.
And since you didn't really know or care what he did in his spare time, you just left it at that for now.
What mattered was the fact that he had now achieved one of his biggest lifetime goals of capturing his greatest rival; no matter how much you yourself could actually tell that he and Mikoto genuinely liked each other enough to consider one another friends.
A small chuckle escaped your mouth once the idea popped into your head.
Apparently you were one of the select few people who could figure out that their "intense hate" for each other was all, in reality, a big joke; and that no matter what they said about the other, they really meant the opposite.
Well, most of the time.
It was, in retrospect, rather cute how they denied any possibility of a friendship budding between the two of them and brushed off any indication of others around them saying otherwise.
Somehow, it had even managed to make you laugh when you were currently caught up in the most strenuous situation of your entire life.
And there it was again...
"I just had to remind myself didn't I?"
The moment of regret passed as quickly as it came though, when you remembered that before all of your reminiscing, a plan had begun to form inside that calculating brain of yours.
Perhaps if you had somehow infiltrated the school where "Yashiro Isana" lived, you could explain everything that you knew about his past life and tell him your reason for watching over him?
After giving it a minute or so of thought, you realized how utterly ridiculous it sounded and repeated it out loud to yourself.
He has amnesia and believes that he's a normal high school student... How on earth would any of that sound to him? He'd probably think you were a crazy person and attempt to call the authorities to have you arrested. A person couldn't possibly be that carefree.
"Well that's one plan down the drain..." You sighed and stopped kicking your legs into the air before standing up.
The building edge you currently stood atop of, was one that belonged to Ashinaka high school.
The same exact school where your amnesiac king resided.
So yeah, technically you had already managed to get in easily enough, but that still wouldn't mean a single damned thing if you couldn't explain why you'd come here in the first place...
There was also the fact that this place was positively gigantic and difficult to maneuver around, especially with so many students walking about with only their next math assignment as their biggest issue in life.
In other words, you'd have to go with a different plan...
"I guess there's really no way around it." You said as you walked perfectly balanced across the building edge. Your pulled back hair whipped freely behind you with every step.
As if on queue, a familiar flash of pure white hair and a careless grin made it's way outside of the main school entrance building, carrying that same red parasol and an all too recognizable fluffy pink "cat" perched on his shoulder.
You shaped and began following after him at a leisurely pace up and watched as he giddily made his way to the Ashinaka bridge that led to the city.
"Still the same Adolf..." A smile appeared on your face as you gracefully leapt from buildings and then finally to the bridge.
Regardless of your mind warning you about the potential danger of how this might all be a ruse enacted by the evil Colorless king to trick you, that smile of his and the way he acted just seemed too genuine to be fake.
And if he was heading towards the city... Well then things might play out better than you could've ever hoped for.
It had only been a few short minutes, when Yashiro took a moment to stop and admire the beautiful weather and scenery.
The way he closed his eyes and took it all in, was sort of an reminder to how you'd always done the same exact thing before events went sour; and for a brief moment, you also got to enjoy the same sense of peace that he did.
It was refreshing to see him without a care in the world just like in the good old days.
Not having to deal with the stress of knowing about the unforeseen, filled with kings and people possessing supernatural abilities...
What you hadn't realized, was the fact that your body moved all on it's own, and now you were standing out in the open less than 20 yards away from him. If that weren't bad enough, he was currently staring at you; with a puzzled expression no less.
The two of you shared a short gaze, so abrupt, that all you had managed to do was smile at him.
And in the time it took him to blink and rub his eyes; as if to see you were really there, you were gone.
Well in a technical sense at least.
You had disappeared behind one of the thick metal bars that connected the upper and lower parts of the bridge and secretly peeked out at him from it.
Despite the rushed impulse to hide, you managed to actually become closer to where he was standing.
So you could see and hear him as he blushed confusedly and scratched the back of his head. Luckily for you, the "cat" had been too preoccupied with something else and hadn't seen you.
"Did I imagine it...?" The boy asked without the pink tinge ever leaving his cheeks.
"Meow?" He looked around again, as if to make sure that he wasn't going crazy, before shrugging it off and poking at his cheek.
"Nah, there's no way a girl that beautiful would ever smile at me... Oh, right. Gotta focus, let's see... Get the receipt and get back by six."
You sighed in relief, glad that he continued on with his errands,
That is until you realized what he said.
It had been a little while since you heard him call you that.
Whether he had his memory or not, it still made you feel reassured in your quest to help him cure his amnesia.
Growing up, the people around you had said many things regarding your looks. The most prominent consisted of the idea that you were considered to be one of the most sinfully attractive young woman they'd ever seen. More often than not, it had always seemed like an exaggeration whenever you heard someone say it.
You wouldn't deny that you were good looking. There would be no point since, clearly everyone else thought so. Although you were fairly certain that your unusually vibrant eyes might have added to your appeal. You also weren't low in self-esteem or anything either.
So most compliments flew over your head the more you grew up; especially when it came to people that you didn't particularly care about.
The people you did care about however; well that was an entirely different story.
Like right now.
The blush that completely covered your cheeks was a perfect example as to how exactly you handled compliments from the man you're currently in love with.
However, that shouldn't matter right about now; and after shaking off any embarrassment you began to follow behind your king again, making sure that this time you kept a lid on your personal emotions.
After all, if the "cat" with him recognized you, then your entire incognito mode, would surely be blown.
You hummed re-balancing yourself playfully on the thin bridge bumper bars above the unsuspecting boy, now walking directly below you.
"Its such a nice day out..."
Okay, basically this chapter was, for the most part written so that the readers can get a grasp as to what you're like, and for a little taste of what skills you have as a silver clansmen.
But we're only scratching the surface of course.
Hope this chapter was alright!
And I promise side notes will be shorter from now on XD
P.S. I'm doing touch ups on this story before I continue it! 10/27/16
