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A/N: Hello, this is Shigure-Senseii. I wrote this chapter a long time ago, when my obsession for K was at its highest, but then my mind wandered off and now - for some very odd reason - I am now obsessed with Beyblade G-Revolution. Yes. Well, I found this /lost file/ (My computer got a virus and all my typed fanfics were gone, but my beta had this one at hand, so now I can publish it!) so here it is! Well, it's only half-ready, though, since only half was edited...Right. ^^ Anyways, Enjoy~! And please leave me a good review that won't hurt my feelings.(: Thanks! -SS
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K – Crimson Vassal: Totsuka Extension (2A)
Totsuka Tatara, a middle-school student who was always amused by everything and so could never focus on any one thing, finally found the single most important person in the world that could demand all of his attention at once.
"King! King!" the lively fourteen-year-old boy called from the front gates of the large high school. Whereas students were purposely stepping aside in fear of arousing the fear of the ferocious Mikoto Suou, the young Totsuka didn't seem the least bit afraid.
Said king coldly walked past him without muttering so much as a 'hello.' But then again, since when was anyone obligated to greeting their stalker?
"Ah, wait! I came all this way to show you something," Totsuka began as he lowered one of his school bag's strap from his shoulder, walking after Mikoto. "Look," he began as he managed to safely and gently lift the tiny furball out of the bag, "isn't she cute~!?"
Mikoto stopped walking and looked back slowly at the kitten and the fool holding it. After staring at Totsuka's goofy smile for a few seconds, the annoyed sixteen-year-old let out a long breath. This was just ridiculous, but for some reason, "Not really," he replied.
"You don't mean that~" Totsuka laughed. "I mean….Look at her. She's so soft and so cute~," he began as he nuzzled his cheek into the little white kitten.
"…Hah?" the apathetic redhead tilted his head with a bored face. "So, you came all the way here to just show off your…" he looked at the small animal, "pet?"
"Actually, I can't raise animals at my place, so I was just wondering if King could take care of her," Totsuka said with his usual smile.
"Forget it-"
"Please, King? I picked her up from the street just now, and a poor soul like her needs to be around the presence of a great and majestic king like you!" Totsuka's eyes were confidently serious and wide with concern, as if his whole world depended on Mikoto's acceptance of the tiny white feline.. "…Please?" he laughed lightly, breaking his serious face almost immediately.
Mikoto glared at him and slowly reached his hand out of his pocket.
"Ahh~ Yay!" Totsuka cheered loudly before a familiar fist whacked mighty vengeance down on his poor skull. The boy flinched and held his head in pain with his free hand, "Owwwww, that hurt…"
Mikoto then grabbed the kitten from Totsuka's hand without showing so much as brief hint of guilt for hitting the boy. "Who the hell's a king," he yawned as he turned away and walked away once more.
The kitten tilted her head. "Nya~?"
"Ah! Wait for me, King!"
"Don't follow me," Mikoto lazily said.
"Mah~! It's fine, isn't it!" Totsuka laughed walking faster as if trying to catch up.
"Get lost."
"Kiiing!"
And thus, the cycle of stalking began again, with Mikoto always five steps ahead.
Kusanagi Izumo pushed his bangs from his forehead and stared at Mikoto from behind the counter of his precious Homura Bar. "Let me guess." He eyed the kitten and chuckled softly, "That kid's been stalking you again?"
Mikoto ignored him and just glared at the white animal he had placed on the table. The animal didn't seem to be afraid at all. It just licked itself and stared back after it finished grooming itself.
"And you got angry…So angry that you stole his pet kitten?" Kusanagi sighed, "You, Mikoto, are an enemy to little kids everywhere."
"That's not it," Mikoto grumbled. "That brat asked me to."
"Eh?" Kusanagi blinked with a goofy smile. Did he hear that right?
"Said something about not being able to raise pets at home…or something along those lines," Mikoto continued as he started to poke the cat with his finger.
"Ah…" Kusanagi averted his gaze at the floor tiles trying to think of something that could occupy his mind at the moment; so that he wouldn't break out laughing. Oh, what pretty floor tiles… yep, those pretty floor tiles…
Though most would have flinched, or let out a loud curse after getting hurt, Mikoto merely blinked as a drop of blood fell from his fingers. "Hmm…" he mused. The cat (that had earlier been poked) had fought back and scratched the teenager with her full set of claws, hissing.
"Pfft," the bartender laughed, but quickly turned away and held his hand over his mouth.
"Hmm…?" Mikoto looked up at him wondering what could be so funny. Of course, his curiosity didn't last long, and he resumed poking the cat once more. This thing was pretty tough. Let the poke war begin. "I wonder how it tastes grilled…" his innocent mumbling began.
"No, Mikoto, that's bad," Kusanagi immediately said with a raise of his hand. "Anyways, how exactly are you planning on taking care of an animal if you can't even take care of yourself?"
"Dunno."
"Haah, well," the older smiled, "I guess it can stay with us. It's cute after all." He shrugged, "How could I ever say 'no' to such a defenseless, little creature?"
Kusanagi tried to put on a face of complete understanding as he watched the kitten jump down on a stool beside Mikoto. "So, what are you going to name it?" he asked as he continued watching.
Watching the cute angel suddenly expose her claws. Watching as said angel began scratching the counter as if a legion of demons were possessing her soul at that moment; causing her to make a million Fury Swipes on the expensive wooden countertop at record speed.
At this point, the bartender could do nothing /but/ watch. "…" Ehh…Kusanagi-san, are you still with us?
"I wonder if fried would be better…" Mikoto still pondered to himself.
"So, Mikoto. Fried or Grilled, which is it?" a very scary… demon asked. It…it couldn't possibly have been the ever charismatic Kusanagi Izumo that was holding up a very sharp knife with such a sadistic face standing before the indifferent Mikoto. Oh, damn, it was. Kusanagi flashed his perfect smile, "Oh kitty~ here kitty~! Why don't you come over here and... DIIIIIIIIE."
"MROWH?!" the cat leaped up surprised and began running everywhere in the Bar with a very pissed bartender chasing right behind.
Mikoto just apathetically watched from his stool. "Hn…Grilled would be better."
Later on that night, Mikoto was alone, walking down the dark street after he had left the Homura Bar with the tired little kitten slung over his shoulders. From the scorn on his face, you couldn't have imagined that he was actually a bit content with having a fuzzy white cat near his face.
"Mikoto, I don't have any easy of saying this, but I feel like you're getting attached to that kid." A very tired Kusanagi sighed, "I mean look. A cat? Since when were you ever an animal lover in the first place?"
The teenager grunted and stopped walking as he slowly glared behind him.
"If you don't be careful, that kids going to be involved with way more than he bargained for. Jeez, thinking of you as a king? Is he an idiot?" Kusanagi had grumbled, not that he hadn't thought of that notion once before. Mikoto being a noble ruler just sounded funny. But maybe, just maybe, it could possibly be true.
Who knows what the future could hold?
The bartender tried to not smile as he glanced over at the apathetic teen, "Anyways, Mikoto, you realize the responsibilities that come with raising animals right?"
The red-haired teen snapped out of his thoughts as a few trouble students began to approach him, knives in their hands. Suou examined them shortly before letting out a bored yawn. How troublesome. The kitten lifted her head when she heard the sudden clanking of a trashcan that was angrily knocked down by one of the delinquents, who were trying so desperately to intimidate the infamous Mikoto Suoh – not like that would ever happen.
"Areh?" Kusanagi blinked, "Raising a cat...That kid couldn't have been trying to train you to get use to some responsibility, right?" After that, the bartender began to laugh in a crazed manner, grinning. Through his laughs, he tried his best to explain why he was so humored, "B-Because that is just too funny... He really does believe you'll become a king!"
"Seriously, Mikoto, just what have you gotten yourself into?" Kusanagi had asked as Mikoto angrily left the bar, a few minutes before.
"Like hell, I would know," Mikoto muttered under his breath as he held out his hand, ready for a little fight. It wouldn't take long. From the looks of it, barely three minutes would suffice for the job. Two of which he'll spend cursing quietly to himself as he dodged their futile attacks. "Heh..Annoying guys like these...just keep getting attracted to the likes of me," he dodged a quick and reckless rush of another and slammed down his fists against the pursuer without any remorse, "One after another...each time, it's annoying as fuck."
Not intimidated by his strength, the poor fools, who were drunk to no end, grinned and tried to get one - just one, mind you - clean cut on the infamous Suou's flesh. With a careful and swift tilt of Mikoto's torso in an effort to avoid the blade, what happened next could be predicted, even if you weren't a licensed fortune-teller. An easy victory, followed by an unsatisfied sigh.
However, one of the delinquents stood up to his feet after some effort with the same crazed grin plastered on his face. He looked possessed. Then the other two followed. They were somber to the point that they could barely feel any pain. Mikoto wasn't sure whether he should be pissed or impressed at the fools. The kitten hissed lightly, thinking if these goons were anything like that Kusanagi character, they would back off - probably.
"I don't have time for this," Mikoto grumbled. Lies, it was more like he didn't have the patience for it. Then, like a savage beast, Mikoto lunged at them with a terrifying aura of bloodlust emanating from his body. One by one, the bodies fell limp to the ground. By some supernatural ability, they stood up again, only to attempt another sorry excuse of an attack. Mikoto wasn't sure what was going on, but he didn't take the time to think about how these delinquents were withstanding his attacks. They were annoying him.
So then, he was going to crush them, once and for all.
Unimaginable strength, uncontrollable power, stalking from a certain brunette, assaults from these demon-possessed losers, a kitten, "I never asked for this."
The next morning, a tired teenager leaned against the wall, staring at the slowly-rising sun. "I guess I did it again," he glared at his hand. He smiled softly, clenching his bloody fist tightly. "I never asked for this," he mumbled once more, getting ready to leave the spot that he was previously resting on. Before walking away, he stared down at the blood-drenched white fur of the kitten. "...Tch," he ran his hand through his hair, slightly agitated. "Attached, my ass..." he shook his head, as he watched the kitten sleep on his shoulder.
Mikoto walked to school with the same daily scowl that seemed to hate everything about the world. However, today it was genuine hate, and all the bystanders could feel the cold aura surrounding the dangerous teen.
"King," Totsuka called out from a distance, smiling and as cheerful as ever. Seriously, didn't that kid have classes to attend?
Mikoto flinched slightly from the familiar voice, but decided to ignore it and walked even faster. Without himself even noticing, he put his blood-stained hand into his pocket casually.
"King! Wait a second, I have a favor to ask of you! I'm planning on attending your school next year, so what do you say, will you show me around?" he asked, catching up to the apathetic teen. When no reply came, Totsuka leaned forward and stared at Mikoto with slight concern apparent in his gaze. "King, is something wrong?"
If a word could describe Mikoto's expression at that moment, it would have to be pained. However, he had a cold smile on his lips. It was little, short, and lasted only for a brief moment. "Look, kid, I'm not a king."
"Yet." Totsuka inserted happily, not seeming to be affected by the other's glare or indifferent attitude.
With a sigh, the older teen continued, "…If it's strength or protection you want, you'd better start looking elsewhere." Mikoto withdrew his hand from his pocket and glared at it once more. The blood had already started to dry, and it left a thin cracking coat of crimson on his hand. When he noticed Totsuka was staring at his hand with rounded eyes of amazement, his eyebrows furrowed with puzzlement.
"King, I don't need to look anywhere else. You are the very definition of a strong and mighty protector!" the boy laughed. "If not, then you wouldn't have defended Angel-Chan from the people who attacked you," the clever Totsuka smiled as he gestured to the white kitten that had popped out of Mikoto's shirt collar.
The aversion of the red hues hinted that there was some in truth in the boy's comment. "…Angel-Chan?"
"That's the cat's name~" Totsuka explained.
"Hn." What would Kusanagi have to say to that?
"So… the tour?"
"Forget it," Mikoto turned to leave, only to be trailed by the brunette once more. Just why wasn't his 'Come-near-me-and-die' aura working? He blamed the kitten.
K – Crimson Vassal: Totsuka Extension (2B)
The color that she saw was…
[Anna's P.O.V.]
If I were to say that the color that I saw terrified me, those who were close to me could instantly understand which color it was that I saw. It isn't because I hate one definite color, but because I only know one color. Ever since I was born into this black and white world, there has only been one distinct color I could see; the color red.
Everyone in HOMRA has a beautiful red flame glowing within. That is the proof of acceptance from Mikoto. No matter how small or how unstable our power may be, that beautiful red will always linger inside of every member.
But for the color that I loved so much to be tainted with another shade I was too familiar with made the sight horrifying. Was it crimson? Was it black? Was it a color that I have never had the pleasure of seeing?
That twisted color scares me… because of the memories that coexist along with it. Some memories were beautiful, while the rest were disgustingly painful. I heard Totsuka's voice, and slowly regained consciousness…
I tried my best to open my eyes. The pain had faintly retreated and I believed I could stand up on my own. "Mikoto…" I softly called out when I saw him standing in front of me. He had used his flames as a shield to block myself as well as Totsuka from the cars that had been rushing towards us. Only the fronts of the cars were melted, and the drivers desperately tried to run away from the one I know as King, but they fear as a monster.
"Anna-chan, are you alright?" Totsuka asked me with concerned eyes when he saw I had come to. Seeing as we were in the middle of the street, I could tell he had tried to save me and ran towards me without any fear when I fainted. For someone like him, who did everything and anything for the sake of others, to have such memories that were as dark as black and as bright as white, surprises me to the point of complete devastation. The world is not fair, and that I know all too well. But this is too cruel… Kneeling down next to me, Totsuka smiled relieved when I nodded to him slowly. "Thank goodness…~"
Mikoto turned back and looked at us with a glare. Totsuka reassured him with his goofy smile that he probably put on for the sake of lightening the mood, but I am not sure what happened after that because I slowly drifted off into a deep sleep… But I was fairly certain Totsuka would be forgiven.
He was such a bright person. One would have to be the devil to do otherwise.
I flinched as his memories coursed through my mind once more. My abilities allowed for me to see his whole life-span in an instant, the good and the bad. But fears always last longer and are bolded stronger.
[Normal P.O.V.]
"You're a strong girl, Anna-chan." He forced a smile bitterly, "Gommeneh…this is all because you saw something no one should ever have to see."
Mikoto turned from his spot in front of the traffic of cars he had caused, walking back towards the two. He picked Anna up in his arms and began walking across the street, the civilians still watching with awe. When Totsuka finally stood up, the King spoke up, not bothering to look the other in his face.
"If that sad world you once lived in is the cause of all this, I swear I'll crush it."
Totsuka blinked with a tilt of his head. He then felt a soft smile grow on his face when he understood the words of encouragement the other was implying. "Arigatou, King, but you don't have to go so far as to do that.~" he playfully joked, not realizing that Mikoto's expression was dead serious.
Anything that dared hurt those who were precious to him would be crushed by his own two fists; even if that "thing" were memories that longed to be forgotten.