"~Those who are dead,
are not dead,
They're just living in my head.
You thought you might be a ghost!
You thought you might be a ghost!
You didn't get to heaven but you made it close.
You didn't get to heaven but you oh, ooh~"
You hummed a soft tune to yourself quietly as your follow and observe mission continued.
Unfortunately, this was the one single bad habit that the Silver king had passed down onto you...
It was weird enough how easy-going you were acting when you knew exactly what was about to happen. But the fact that you were also humming...?
You realized that you'd spent way too much time with him after all... And for the first time in days you allowed yourself to laugh out loud.
With everything that's been happening; you deserved a break from all of the serious atmosphere.
Turning on your heels, you walked alongside the building edge with your arms outstretched into the open air, waiting patiently. Your tune continued; and since you were feeling a little bored, you even twisted around your legs and torso into the air, pulling off a flawless backflip before returning to your previous stance.
"It's such a shame that this nice day is about to be ruined." You mused.
A heavy sigh left your mouth.
Yep. What a shame.
Right about now Yashiro was pretty much done with completing all of his errands, for who knows what, and stopped by one last convenience store before intending to head back.
The more you simply watched over this boy, the more certain you were that he was indeed your long lost king.
He even looked similar to him. The only real differences being his height and eye color, and his hair on better inspection was more closely white than silver.
Everything else about him stayed exactly the same.
The only real problem of this whole ordeal, was that he had always kept to himself and stayed alone inside of the Himmelreich for over 60 years; without ever stepping off long enough for someone other than yourself to get to know him better.
And sometimes it was hard; being the only person close enough to know almost everything about him.
He was a mystery among the other kings. Very secretive; keeping to himself without ever speaking to anyone unless it was absolutely necessary... Needless to say, you were all alone in this.
Regardless of all the trouble he'd caused though, most of the time, being the only person at his side felt wonderful. Spending time with him alone; without anyone ever bothering the two of you... No one to interrupt.
A small blush tinted your cheeks when the memories of your alone time came rushing back...
Now was not the time for your mind to drift to stuff like that.
Sighing, you returning your thoughts back to how difficult the situation was about become and quickly pulled the backpack you brought along with you off your shoulders and unzipped it, taking out a long dark olive green trench coat with a massive hood.
After giving it a good evaluation; you carefully put it on and prepared for what was about to happen.
Among the bustling streets, there were several different types of people scattered in between that caught your eye...
"Looks like they're almost here." You whispered as a few all too familiar auras began appearing around you left and right.
Once you were completely done covering your entire face and body, you ducked down so that only your eyes were visible. Thank goodness this jacket was baggy enough to hide any indication of your curves... Your identity was safe. After all, things were about to get messy.
Being recognized would only add fuel to the fire... No pun intended.
"Good luck, Adolf..."
There was nothing else you could do for now, other than to wish him the best of luck. Although if he really was your king, then this would be more entertaining rather than dangerous.
Besides, if worst came to worst then the "cat" perched on his shoulder would surely help out if the danger grew too hazardous... or at least until you had planned to jump in...
Speaking of which, you weren't exactly sure when that would be, but you knew that if the right moment struck you'd ultimately have to intervene.
It was your intention, to make sure no one would ever figure out that it was you in the first place.
You only hoped that you wouldn't have to resort to force in order to save him.
Then again with HOMRA being the ones after your king, not to mention believing that he was the one who had killed one of their members... That outlook wasn't very likely.
Suddenly, to your left the closest aura had arrived first... and you almost grimaced when you realized who it was. Of course... It had to be Misaki Yata, the most hot headed member of them all...
Perhaps you'd need to step in sooner than you originally planned...? After all, that skateboard of his alone was a sign asking for a death sentence.
Yashiro's reflexes were what saved himself in the long run, after he narrowly dodged a rough swing from Yata's metal bat and landed bottom first on the concrete ground below. You followed closely behind as you jumped over to the next building to get a better view of the upcoming chase.
And if you weren't already worried beyond all belief; what your king said next would've made you laugh out loud at how clueless he was to the eminent danger in front of him.
"Huh?"
Oddly enough a small chuckle still managed to escaped your lips when you hovered over them.
Only the Silver king could look so dopey at the hands of a vengeful gangbanger...
The red clan member was fast in his pursuit when Yashiro managed to get up. Not caring who got in his way...unlike your king, who; even when being hunted down by someone trying to murder him, apologized to every bystander he frantically passed by, barely staying alive.
Making sure you didn't lose them, you were now running and leaping from rooftop to rooftop.
The chase continued until the frazzled white headed boy managed to make it to a moving truck. Not soon after though he almost got himself burnt to a crisp when it came to a complete stop at a red light, as Yata finally made his supernatural abilities known by throwing an intense blazing punch.
Things only became worse when you sensed two other auras nearby, quickly catching up to where Yata was.
Sure enough, zooming past on a motorcycle, you identified the first person driving the steel death trap as Kamamoto Rikio, the overweight clansmen who somehow slimmed down considerably during the summer...and the one closest to Yata, as the driver. The other one that you weren't quite as well acquainted with but still knew of was Shohei Akagi, who also happened to be one of the better fighters that belonged to HOMRA.
Somehow though, the helpless boy ducked in time before the flames could touch him, escaped the truck and sprinted off.
And with every passing second, you only grew more and more impressed with his abilities to think on the fly and dodge so quickly, even with his erased memory.
Ironic considering he was always known to run away from his problems...
Some things never change.
But that didn't stop your heartbeat from speeding up whenever a fist or kick came close to hitting him and burning off his face.
Once again you didn't stray that far behind. Making sure not to get too close either, but your blood nearly went rigid when you noticed that your king had been cornered, and that his only escape route was through an alley way leading to the worst clansman of all...
Your thinking had been cut short however, when you heard Yata scream out a few curse words of irritation ahead of him, saying how useless it was to try and run away considering how outnumbered the poor guy was.
Maybe his way of thinking wasn't that far off.
A new plan started to form inside of your head to end this deadly goose chase; since you could no longer stand back and watch the madness happening around you.
You jumped high into the air ahead of the running group to where the last and final clansman resided in wait.
You had spotted him rather quickly and sat down on the edge of the building you currently resided on, waiting for your time to strike.
The air felt seemingly more dry in this area...
Seeing so many people from your all but forgotten past in the span of a few minutes wasn't the best feeling in the world.
But seeing him; well it was almost as bad as seeing a certain someone else.
"It's been a long time... Kusanagi..." You whispered bitterly to yourself as you closely observed the blonde headed man below.
He hadn't change much in the time that you'd last seen him... He was still as handsome as you remembered. Donning the same bartender uniform and purple sunglasses without a single button or hair out of place, while he quietly smoked a cigarette.
In fact, if it weren't for the reality that you were already in love with somebody else, you yourself probably would have fallen in love with him.
Especially if the both of you hadn't ever met.
But since you knew exactly what he was like, that particular scenario sounded almost comical to you and a small smile tugged at your lips just thinking about it.
Still, you wouldn't deny that the Izumo Kusanagi was a sight for sore eyes in the views of most women. Unfortunately for them though, he wasn't the type of man to be tied down for too long.
Back then, it sometimes even made you wonder if he'd ever meet the right person and even get married one day...
You couldn't dwell on the matter much longer, because the sound of multiple footsteps grew closer.
"Here it goes." You whispered tugging the hood of your jacket lower over your face and positioning yourself.
"Ah?"
Suddenly; you stopped right in your tracks.
Just when you were about to swoop down and intervene, you sensed another presence; and it was close.
Very close.
This color was...different; or rather lacking in color, unlike the others.
The feeling of it caught you a little off guard. But that didn't mean you were afraid. It was quite the opposite actually.
In fact, you knew this aura.
From where? You weren't sure of yet, since the time to think on it was growing shorter with every passing second.
Still... Perhaps stepping up now wasn't the best move.
So for the moment, you decided to wait and see how the scene played itself out and remained where you were.
An unfamiliar sense of interest in not knowing what was about to happen stirred inside of your gut.
Hopefully Adolf would forgive you for all of your hesitation once or if his memories returned... Then again, he was pretty much the most lenient guy anyone could ever encounter, so there was really nothing to worry about...
Kusanagi then began to flash a little of his own abilities as a red clansman by summoning his infamous fireballs that flowed rather spontaneously outside the tip of his cigarette and towards your defenseless king...
At least that's what everyone other than you thought.
As if on cue, another young man landed foot first onto the ground in front of him and deflected every single ball of fire that flew his way.
"Impressive." You whispered.
From just a brief glance, any logical person could see that the current pursuers were outmatched... Even Kusanagi.
He was also quick to sense Yata (whom wasn't logical in any aspect) approaching him from behind as he swiftly whipped his body around, forming a long liquid looking appendage that stretched out several yards away from his hand and forcefully grabbed onto the red clansman's head, before pulling him back; slamming his elbow into his stomach, and sending poor Yata flying.
Your eyebrow twitched at that.
This guy was a bit too harsh for your own liking.
His techniques cleared up any misconceptions though, and in that moment you knew exactly who you were dealing with...and of course it clarified why this particular aura rang a bell inside your brain.
This mysterious young boy was the famous "Black Dog." A clansman of the previous Colorless king, also known as "Kuroh Yatogami."
Figures.
During your recent travels across the globe you'd learned many new things. One of them being about the other kings and their followers.
The black dog was one of few people that you felt had a more interesting move set compared to various others.
At the time you hadn't really ever thought you'd encounter him. Even less so in a situation such as this.
Yet here he was; currently floating away with your king tucked firmly underneath his arm...
Today was just full of surprises. Each one exceeded the prior and surpassed your expectations.
Things really were heating up. This time the pun really was intended.
In a way; his appearance was to be expected...
As of right now almost everyone; including the black dog, probably knew about that video showing Totsuka's demise at the hands of the current Colorless king.
Who had "conveniently" used the same body being occupied by your king right now to do so; shamelessly framing him.
You practically scoffed in disgust at the dirty, underhanded move.
Dirty...but also undeniably clever.
No matter how much it killed you inside to admit it.
That bastard knew that you were the only person who had spent enough time with Adolf to know the truth. He'd also known about your past affiliations with several other people in this city, and your reluctance to return where you had originally intended to leave everything behind; forever.
Now you'd have to take the long way to somehow prove that Yashiro wasn't the evil king.
Too bad you were the only person who knew all of this...
The sound of swearing brought you out of your thoughts and returned your attention back to those below.
"Shit! Who was that guy?" Yata yelled angrily.
You let out a small sigh of relief; glad that the loud mouthed delinquent was already back on his feet again, even after a brutal blow to the stomach.
"Resilient as ever." You half smirked.
"Kuroh Yatogami, the Black Dog... Apparently this is going to be more trouble than I thought. Oh well... No way around it. Guess we'll have to go with plan B." Kusanagi replied pulling out his cell phone.
His words caught your attention. And you practically laughed when the next sentence left your mouth.
"Plan B, huh? Well that doesn't sound too good."
Right now though; it was your own turn to flee the scene and follow after the guy who had just stolen your man.
Not that you'd ever give Weismann the satisfaction of telling him you said something so hopelessly cheesy once he returned to normal.
Without anymore delay, you distanced yourself a bit and gracefully lept into the open air and skipped in unison with the wind's currents; making sure to hone in onto the black dog's aura and keeping enough distance for you to stay out of his sight.
Luckily they hadn't gone very far.
Then again, even if he did manage to get further away; tracking them was a small task for someone with skills like yours.
Hunting down others was your specialty.
A faint smile spread across your face when the feeling of the warm breeze gently grazed your cheeks. The hood you were previously wearing was pulled down once you could freely leap about, and your up-kept hair whipped wildly behind you.
Giving it more thought; you couldn't even remember the last time you'd been able to frolic around freely, without having to restrain yourself.
In your defense, it had been a long while...
Unfortunately your slightly good mood was short lived when you grew closer to the intense scene developing in front of you.
Without making a peep you landed quietly on the rooftop next to the duo. Expecting to find something a little different from what you were presently seeing.
Yashiro sat defenseless, staring at the sharp end of a deadly katana blade; held by none other than his "savior."
If that wasn't enough to stop your heart in it's tracks...suddenly every single phone, tablet, and visible screen in the city were all overwritten by whom you assumed to be the members of the HOMRA...and the video that had started it all began to play on all of them; even the big TV screen in the town's center.
Where your king currently had a crystal clear view of it...
Your eyes widened slightly.
"So much for being subtle..."
Next chapter is up! And I promise that soon there will be ones where we develop more of your character's personality and more of your other not yet talked about abilities.
For now please bear with the chapters that cover the first few episodes!
Trust me, even I can't wait until we get to the extra stories that take place in between episodes and such.
And I will be covering the movie "K: Missing Kings" too, and even what happens (at least in the reader's/my perspective) during the year long time skip from the ending of the anime season, to the start of the movie.
Perhaps even more surprises... *Evil grin*
Onward Readers!