Disclaimer: K is not owned by me. But, Totsuka Tatara does currently reside inside of my closet.
K – Crimson Vassal: Totsuka Extension (3A)
Another afternoon in the Homura Bar; headquarters of the mighty Red Clan. More and more clansman are accepted daily, making the Clan grow stronger in bonds and power. Comrades and friends, may all the memories they shared never be forgotten, no matter how far back the memory goes.
"Totsuka-San, what would you like for your b-b-birthday?" Yata suddenly asked. The teen asked as seriously as he could, but almost everyone at the bar just couldn't take the new clansman face seriously. When a few laughed, Yata yelled at them angrily. This was important business, after all.
Totsuka Tatara tilted his head with surprise, "Areh, it isn't like you to care about stuff like this, Yata. Oh dear, did you hit your head somewhere today?"
Yata twitched, but he couldn't yell at Totsuka, so he just forced a small smile, "Er- . . . No . . ."
"Are you sure?" Totsuka didn't seem completely convinced as he smiled and put a finger under his chin. "Fushimi, did you see Yata hit his head somewhere today?"
"That's a negative," came the lazy reply from the other high-schooler. "But…it wouldn't surprise me if he did…"
"Exactly," Totsuka agreed with a nod of his head.
"O-Oiii!" Yata angrily flailed his arms, "N-Nothing is wrong with me! Kusanagi-San told me that Totsuka-San's birthday was coming up, and I should do something big since I was a newbie!" He then looked back at his best friend, "Oi, Saru, you have to do something, too!"
Fushimi just closed his eyes with a groan, "That sounds too troublesome… Besides, if it's Totsuka-San we're talking about, here, then won't it almost be impossible to find one thing he really likes?"
"O-Oh..you're right.." Yata mumbled quietly.
Now it was Totsuka's turn to flail an arm, "Oi~ That's not true! I'm not as finicky as you guys try to make me out to be!" He held one hand out into the air dramatically, "If you must know what I'm into at the moment, it is the fine art of singing!"
"Totsuka-San…that isn't something we can buy for you…" Yata sweat-dropped.
Fushimi then shrugged his shoulders, "And, again, this is just your hobby at the 'moment'. It's not lasting so why even bother-"
"It's fine, isn't it?" came the happy laugh that caught both Yata and Fushimi's attention. Totsuka had that same thoughtful look in his eyes as he smiled like a child. "To live in the moment, that's how people enjoy life! Dangers, adventures, laughs, these all come and go sporadically." Totsuka winked and pointed his finger at the two, "So then, with that said! It is our job to grasp these memories tightly in our hands and enjoy every moment of it!"
Yata's face was filled with respect and admiration for the older member of Homura, "H-Hai, Totsuka-San is definitely correct! No questions asked!" These compliments only made Totsuka seem even more boastful – it was just a playful act, of course, but it was still humorous to behold.
Saruhiko just shook his head with his small smile. "Only Totsuka-San could say such things and get away with it…" He then averted his gaze from the two and just stared out the window.
'No, it's because it is Totsuka-San that he can say such things. 'Grasp these memories tightly'? You can only do that fearlessly because you, Totsuka-San, aren't afraid to let anything go. The lack of fear of losing something important to you, that is what makes you so terrifying..'
Totsuka suddenly snapped his fingers, as if divine revelation had rained down on him at that mere instant, "Ohh! That's it! I have an idea."
Yata and Fushimi blinked in union and stared at him, waiting patiently for what exactly this 'idea' was.
"For my birthday, why don't you two help me put on a performance? I could sing and you guys could-"
"No."
"I refuse."
Totsuka, though he didn't get to even finish his idea before it was ultimately shot down, lightly chuckled, "It'll be fine, it'll be fine.~ You guys did offer to get me something special, right?"
"As in buy, not perform!" Yata stated. Getting on a stage was not something he wanted to do… ever. "Come on, Totsuka-San, there has to be something else Saru and I could do for you!"
"Who said I even agreed to this?" Fushimi asked (but was ignored).
"Then …" Totsuka closed his eyes, pretending to be racking his brain for ideas that seemed to never ever seemed to leave his head, "… how about …"
"How about…?" Fushimi and Yata repeated with a raise of their eyebrow.
"You two get me a guitar? Since you wanted to buy me something special and all." The goofy and innocent smile on Totsuka's face as he 'suggested' this case could not be ignored, and made trails of sweat perspire from the two new recruits. Did they dare raise their voice against his suggestion?
"A-Ano, Totsuka-San," Yata began, "A guitar … isn't that too expensive?"
"Ehehe, is it? I would like a really really really fancy one. Please." Totsuka smile brightened even more. Saruhiko had to shield his glasses so that his eyes didn't burn out…Curse that smile, he inwardly thought.
Yata then flailed a bit with worry, "B-But we don't have the kind of money for that!"
"Then~ we'll have no other choice but to raise the money ourselves."
"Totsuka-San, it's impossible for two high-schoolers to raise that kind of money," Fushimi sighed as he rubbed his temples. This was all too troublesome. "Wait, what do you mean 'our'selves?"
"I mean, I'm going to help you two out. It's what a senpai should do, noooo~?" He then saluted and got off the stool, "Let's go to the city, and perform out there on the streets. We're bound to make some kind of money, right?"
"W-Wait a minute! Wh-What?!" Yata practically screamed.
Fushimi just glared over at Yata, "Misaki…"
"Don't blame me, damn Saru! I never agreed to this, either!" Yata glared back.
"Oi, you two, let's get going now. Time waits for no one~!" Totsuka commanded as he walked out the doors of the Homura Bar.
"H-Hai!" Yata replied with energy to the max.
"Tsk, this is all too troublesome…" Fushimi said with a click of his tongue as he reluctantly followed behind.
-とつか-
At the park, Totsuka sang, bringing in a rather large crowd that was filled (mainly with high-school girls that were mesmerized with his face and his voice.) Yata had no clue what to do for money, but decided to put on a little performance as well. He took a skateboard and then performed a few awesome stunts. The helmet that he chose not to wear was soon filled to the top with yen that was left by the passing audience. By evening, Yata definitely felt very proud of his gatherings.
However, as the time came when the three were to gather at the center of the park with their earnings, both Totsuka and Yata's collection could not even compare to the bag of money that Fushimi brought. Please don't ask if he collected that money on legal terms…. This is Saruhiko Fushimi we're talking about here. Of course he would follow the rules.
"O-Oi, Saru, how the hell did you get this money?"
"I didn't steal it. I earned it just like the two of you," the bored Fushimi sighed. "But, I didn't waste my time performing. I just went to some personal friends of mine…" he looked to the side with a rather large grin, "You know, collected some debts from the past…"
"He definitely stole it," Yata and Totsuka stated.
The three then began to count the money while crouching down on the pavement, underneath the light of the lamppost. After a while, it became all too clear that they had met their goal. Totsuka threw some money into the air happily, "Yay! We did it! Good job, you two!"
"Yosh, I knew we could do it!" Yata laughed. "Give yourself a pat on the back, Saru. Even if it was stealing, you did a good."
"It wasn't stealing," Fushimi stated, looking away as to hide his hidden blush from the compliment. Of course, Yata, being as dull as he was at times, didn't catch the priceless look.
"Wow, I'm so relieved.~ It was really fun, too," Totsuka smiled. "Now we can… Hm?" It was then a couple of police officer ran up to them, shouting at them to not move.
Yata twitched as he stood up, "Oi, we didn't do anything!"
"Hah," a police officer scoffed, "As if we would believe that! And you're telling me that you didn't just steal all this cash right now from the bank and then fled to the park? We saw three boys running right here!"
Saruhiko just continued to count the money, not even giving a look to the police officers. Totsuka tilted his head, "Wait, a robbery? Oh, that's not good…This is the Red Clan's turf. King's going to get mad…~"
"Well I'm plenty mad right now," Yata growled, "How dare they blame us?!"
"Then clear your name, why don't you, brat!" another officer spoke up.
"Now, now," Totsuka began. "Oh! Look over there, I think the real robbers are going over there. Some of you should check it out!"
The officers, upon hearing this, immediately began to run towards that direction. Fushimi then stood up and wiped the dust off his pants. "Neh, Totsuka-San, why'd you go and do that?"
"Because~" the elder smiled, "I didn't want them to get hurt when the real culprits arrived." Yata was confused, but then all his questions were put aside as a few nasty looking individuals walked up to them from the bushes. "Oh, they're here.."
"Hey, look, these guys have a bit of cash on them," one of them laughed as they looked at the money. "You guys don't mind if we take it now, right? We really don't want to fight.." A light chuckle escaped his lips.
"Totsuka-San, get back," Yata said with a fierce glare in his amber eyes. Totsuka complied and took a step back as Fushimi and Yata guarded him as well as the money. They did not just labor for hours for all their hard earnings to just be taken away by the likes of these nobodies. "OI. You bastards! You guys better get ready for some ass-whooping!"
"Huh? From a squirt like you?" they laughed.
"We're HOMRA, you bastards!" Yata growled with his fists clenched into a ball.
"Oh yeah, I heard of you. You guys are just a bunch of jokes," they laughed.
Fushimi adjusted his glasses, "Ahhh, too troublesome… but, these guys are really agitating me…" he glared as he held up a dagger, "Won't this be fun?"
"YOSH!" Yata laughed as he charged head first into battle. "Let's teach them a lesson they'll never forget!"
Kusanagi Izumo was at a loss for words. "…You guys, what are you doing?" He tried to force that smile as he stared at the three members of HOMRA before him. Fushimi clicked his tongue; not really liking the fact that the three of them had been caught by Kusanagi and Mikoto in this kind of situation.
Totsuka looked up quickly with a worried expression, "Kusa-ji! Thank goodness you're here, we're in a bit of a mess right now…" he smiled as he gestured behind him.
Yata and a police officer were having a little squabble, yelling back and forth at one another. Behind Fushimi were a bunch of beat up bodies, the blue-haired boy himself was unharmed. However, the police officers didn't care about that and didn't even ask for their side of the story. Yata tried to explain how he was the victim here, but was ignored by the stubborn officer.
"Hah…" Kusanagi looked over at the red-haired man next to him, "Mikoto, what do you think we should do?"
Mikoto, who was tired from the earlier missions, smirked a bit. That wasn't good. "Scorch them," was the command.
"Eh?" Kusanagi and Totsuka tilted their heads (one's face filled with disbelief, the other's face containing a large smile). Then, everyone, police and HOMRA alike, blinked in disbelief, as suddenly, the whole park was set into a blaze . . . of crimson fire.
"AAAHHH, THE MONEY! SAVE THE MONEY!" was the cry of the hard-working trio. Unfortunately, the money was lost – burned to the point even the ashes did not remained.
"Mikoto-San!" Yata cried as he banged his head on the ground, "You're taking our motto too seriously!"
Fushimi was silent, anger increasing by the second, "'No bones, no blood, no ash' was it? Just where did it say 'NO MONEY' Huuuuh?!"
Kusanagi patted their backs, trying to somehow ease their grief. "Mikoto, that wasn't very nice . . . attacking law enforcers is a crime."
"THE MONEY!" Fushimi and Yata said in union.
Mikoto Suoh, their caring king, just shrugged indifferently and left the scene. He felt like taking a nap. The only thing that caught his ear was Yata's one comment on how the money was for Totsuka's birthday. Then he blocked out the rest of the pitiful sounds. . .
Later, at HOMRA, it was known at the Red King made up for Saruhiko and Misaki's loss, by buying Totsuka the guitar.
Totsuka always made sure to tell many about his obsessions, just in case someone would fail to get him what he wanted.
"M-Meaning, we were just back-up," Yata said as he twitched in disbelief. Fushimi was just so angry, that no amount of typed characters could ever explain how ominous he seemed at that moment.
Totsuka Tatara seemed to be really happy about the gift, and thanked everyone - not only the King. So all was forgiven. All was good. All was the way that he wanted it to be. Even if Totsuka hadn't gotten the guitar on his birthday, Valentine's Day, he would still have smiled and laughed as he was doing on a normal day. That was just the type of carefree person he was.
Dearly, dearly, loved.
Truly, truly, admirable.
Sadly, sadly, . . .
K – Crimson Vassal: Totsuka Extension (3B)
"Scepter 4, Fushimi Saruhiko," the blue clansman answered as he picked up the phone in his office. ". . ." His already annoyed face was then painted with another frown, "Oh, Kusanagi-San . . . well? Do you want me to deliver a message to Seiri-San for you again?" He then added bluntly, "You know she'll reject you."
"-!" a loud buzzing came from the antique European styled phone.
Covering one of his ears, Saruhiko sighed, "Yes, I'm extremely sorry. Yes, I'll be serious now. What do you need?" His gaze then roamed around the paperwork regarding the current crimes of the city. "Ha . . . drug-dealing, yes, I have been informed about that." He leaned back in his chair, placing a foot on top of his desk leisurely. "Request of temporary alliance . . . ? Kusanagi-San, you realize how ridiculous that sounds, right? They are just ruffians that can easily be dealt with."
The blunette looked over at the phone, "And why are you calling me about this?"
You couldn't possibly think I still had ties with HOMRA . . . I am different now. I am stronger.
"Right, business purposes. Yes, I will inform the King . . ." he lied as he hung up the phone. "Tsk," he clicked his tongue leaning back with a long sigh. Couldn't criminals just take a day off for just one day? Working was such a pain in the . . . "Huh, what's this?"
Fushimi looked at the new alert that popped up on his screen. "Immediate order for all Scepter 4 members, we are collaborating with the Red clan to stop the spread of drugs . . .?!"
His eyes narrowed in anger; he could not believe this. For something so trifling, for them to unite?! He wouldn't accept it without an answer. Fushimi immediately rose from his seat and stormed out of his office ready to get the answers he wanted.
Just what is going on? Do these drug dealers really pose that much of a threat to us? I need answers...
"And I intend to get them," Saruhiko glared as he marched through the corridors.
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to be continued.
Author's Note:
Warning - Not beta'd. ;A; I apologize for the inconvenience.
Also . . . I love Fushimi & Yata so much. They are voiced by like my most favorite seiyuu's! Speaking of seiyuu's . . . guess what, Totsuka Tatara's seiyuu (Yuuki Kaji) won the 2013 7th Seiyuu Awards as Best Male Leading Actor! /Celebrates/ I knew he could do it. I knew he could! After all, he was our Totsuka! And Alibaba from Magi...and, ofcourse, Eren from Shingeki no Kyojin! I voted like crazy for him last year when K first came out, but then didn't know the results until now. I'm slow, I know I know. But I watched Yuuki Kaji's speech 6 times over, so all is forgiven. Muahahaha... I love Totsuka *w*.
Anyways, thanks for reading this far. Please leave a review and stay updated. An actual storyline will begin! With OC's probably. Minor ones, you know? Evil villains...Yeah. I'll also keep inserting the flashbacks. Since this is all about memories and the like~!
-Shigure Senseii