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_NOW + Normal POV_

Shizuo gave a mild huff as he glared at the blue king through his blue lenses, seeing how the other male was not effected by his glare. It was true, each color king was more deadly & more temperamental than Shizuo himself, but he wasn't some daisy who could be pushed in the flames so easily. After a long & bitter silence between the two, the bodyguard finally began to speak. "He has some debts to pay, if he doesn't pay soon he's going to have to serve time in jail. Not here," it was false, the bodyguard known that, but he wasn't sure if Mikoto would be here for two days or a life sentence. He didn't want to take any chances.

The blue king had said nothing but sighed. He knew the blonde not that well, he was like a jigsaw puzzle in a way. But at the meantime, he was completely open like a book. "I'm sorry Mister Heiwajima," the blue king had said through his laced fingers as he eyed the young bodyguard. "But Suoh will pay his debts in a later matter, he had turned himself in for a good cause. I suggest you leave and do not turn around," Munakata had said, he didn't appear to be frightened by Shizuo's angered & furious expression, he would slash the man in a heartbeat if he had done anything.

"...Fine," Shizuo had said in a bitter tone before he was escorted out of the office by two blues in uniform. From over his shoulder, he had heard a young woman's heels click against the tiled floor of the strange prison.

"Captain, Suoh Mikoto is now in his cell."

"I'll be on my way, thank you Seri."

The bodyguard wanted to scream & throw every man into the walls. Try to look for Mikoto to say he was sorry. Sorry for being so selfish and so naïve. What if he had lost Mikoto forever? What would he do then? Go back living in the violent cage he once was in with no one to understand his temper? With people poking his side with a stick and laughing at his thrashes? It was a disgusting place to be in and he wasn't taking any chances. But before he could even make a single move, a young teen had brushed shoulders against the older man, wearing a smirk that read mischief along his curved lips.
Shizuo hated that. The blonde returned the look with a scowl at the teenager but perhaps he hadn't noticed.

_With Mikoto_

The red king had calmly stayed on the bed with his eyes closed, his breath had never quickened or slowed as he dreamt of being a monster, a monster that had burned the world to a crisp; a beast that had lost everything by one moment of loss control. His calm and rhythmic expressions and decisions were a mask to his flaming storm.

A certain blue king had stepped calmly to the morphing door, watching dully as it formed into an open space that anyone could step in or out of. With ease, Munkata had grabbed the sleeping lion's head and slammed it against the concrete wall; knowing the other king far too well to wake him up with a quiet shake or slap. "Huh..." The red had seemed to be uneffected by the headslam as his eyes slowly fluttered and adjusted to the blueish light that had bounced off of the grey and dully built walls.

"Suoh, we need to talk" the navy haired man said as he let his hand fall from the scarlet locks that had been spiked and styled much like an eighty's greaser.

"Huh... About what? The sword of Democritus that hangs above my head every so often? Or about this new city of broken wonders and dreams?" The red king had questioned with a small smile at his old friend. Ah, it was true. Their clans had hated each other like water and fire. But alas, that didn't mean the two kings of blades and flames couldn't have a chat?
"Neither, I know the sword is killing you Suoh. But why do you have debts to pay?" The blue had asked with a serious face. In most cases, it was quite funny how one would lie and cheat to get their way.

"..."

"...Suoh?"

"What did that idiot say?"

"He had said you had debts to pay off, that's all" the blue had reported.

The red king gave a sigh as he bowed his head, not minding that his thin bangs had hung over. "I don't," he had answered before looking back up with a blank expression. Though on the inside, he was laughing his ass off. He knew the blonde wasn't bright when it had come to lying at the last moment but he wasn't expecting it to be like that.

Reisi's brows furrowed as he stood from the bed of the red king, "So, no debts to pay?" He had questioned with a brow raised quizzingly.

"None. Shizuo's trying to pull me out is my guess"

"Why?"

Mikoto merely chuckled "Not for paying debts," the silence of the two kings had lasted too long after the baritone chuckle, causing Reisi to sigh and break the thin ice from both blade user and fist user.

"Suoh, this man better know what you have been through," the blue said, his tone was harsh as the words rolled out of his mouth. But he knew the red king would not last long from being the user of fire. Had he told Shizuo that he was dying? He was ready to die at any moment due to the fact that he cannot control himself?

"He isn't apart of any of this, Munakata. If he were, he would be able to take you down himself," was the red king's only reply noticing how the four eyed man glanced away with a frown.

"I know."

"Good."

Once the Blue king had looked over his shoulder, the red king was already facing the wall with a peaceful snooze as he breathed calmly during his nightmare "Hmm... Maybe he will be able to stop you too, Suoh..." And at that, the space had morphed back into a cellar door as the blue king looked away with his trench coat flowing perfectly behind him.

_With Shizuo, At HOMRA_

Shizuo had scowled as he sat on a stool in the HOMRA bar after getting Anna a strawberry cherry ice cream sundae. He hadn't ordered himself anything as his eyes remained focused on the building from afar in the window. He lightly mumbled his favorite word under his breath as veins had appeared from his hand. Izumo, Yata, and even Reikio had remained silent as they continued their chats and cleaning.

Anna had remained silent as she calmly ate, her ruby orbs remained focused on the building that held her guardian hostage. The marbles besides her lightly bounced against another before one slowly rose from the rest as she said, "Mikoto."

The bodyguard glanced over at the little girl in question, seeing how dull her expression remained "Hmm?" Everyone else had repeated the action.

However, from the prison. The red king's eyes had glowed a light red as he slowly got up from the bed "Found you..." Knowing he had now located Totsuka's murderer. At last, the cuffs that had surrounded the king's wrists had burnt as he pulled free before he had used his aura to burn every wall in his path. Guards had tried to block his way, only to be pushed aside as though they had meant nothing.

Shizuo, Yata, and the rest of the HOMRA clan had watched as fusha-like fire had burned the confines of the deadly red king. Saruhiko watched before turning aside & letting out a "Heh," at the sight of his original king. Shizuo's eyes widened underneath his shades, the red head was one, fucking muscular like hot damn. And two, invincible nearly.
How long had Mikoto had these abilities? When he was Yata's age? Even more than that? Who knew, for now he was at loss of seeing the red king burn everything with only three moves.

Once Mikoto had reunited with the clan, Anna had immediately held his hand and stood besides him, looking up at his golden orbs with her ruby ones "Mikoto...?"

"We're talking later," Mikoto did not even bother to glance at the awed bodyguard as the clan had returned to their base with Yata rephrasing the catchphrase with a wide smirk on his face.

After the reuniting party & the plan to avenge the death of the Red Clan's comrade, Mikoto had pulled Shizuo into the apartment and frowned at him in a very disapproving way. "What the hell were you thinking?"

"I had no choice!" The bodyguard yelled as he glared right back at the upset king.

"Having to pay a debt, really Shizuo?" The king deadpanned at the furious blonde, he had self control to not punch the blonde in the face & tell him to not do it again but of course, he had refrained from that.

"I panicked!"

"Panic doesn't work on most cases, especially when you're trying to break someone out of prison," the king had explained with a frown. "I don't want you to get in the middle of this."

"Tch! Why the hell shouldn't I?! Am I not worth your damn time anymore?!" Unlike the king, the blonde had grasped the white shirt and necklace of the red haired man, looking into his calm but hidden fury golden orbs with his own caramel hues that lingered rage & wrath.

"Do you think I'm just a pathetic looser that can't handle himself?! DO YOU KNOW WHY I EVEN TALK TO YOU?!"

"...Shizuo"

"WHY DON'T YOU LISTEN TO ME?! DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHY I-"

"I'm dying," the apartment was suddenly quiet at the confession. Shizuo's mocha eyes were wide at the shocking truth as he stared at the lion who had finally let the wall to barricade his soul down to the debt collector. "W-what...?"

"I'm dying, Shizuo..." Mikoto said as he placed a calloused hand over the smooth one that had nearly tore his shirt to shreds.

"...Why?" The blonde's voice trembled like the strings of a violin as he looked down at the red king sadly, like a dog would with it's master.

"My power is killing me from the inside," the king had explained. Smiling softly for the first time at bodyguard, "Not everything is indestructible."

"N-no... No! Tell me this a stupid joke, dammit!" The blonde was in so much rage about him not being able to save the one he loves. His body trembled as tears slipped down from under his blue shades but he had hardly noticed his vision becoming blurry with burning tears.

"Come here," Mikoto pulled the bodyguard into a hug, letting his arms lock around the angry yet sorrowed tiger.

The blonde obliged to the hug, letting himself be pulled under the heat and warmth of the dying soul as he grasped the white shirt that had confined the body of the red king. His voice shook like the strings of a bass as he mumbled out "Dammit," about forty seven times against the lion's chest.

The red king had remained quiet as the blonde silently sobbed against his chest, feeling moist tears stick to his skin from under the white shirt "D-don't let me go..." the tiger whispered as he looked up at the lion who seemed to be disconnected from the rest.
The red had gently caressed the blonde's cheek. A rare sight to see from the either of them, The strongest and vicious man of Ikebukuro crying from words of news & the most deadliest king conforting a saddened man. Before either of them realized it, they were both in bliss of the lustful kisses they had both relaxed into, setting their hearts to a beating rhythm.

As the night had turned from a sun blazing evening to a cloudy & pouring midnight, the two had made love to the pouring rain from outdoors. Shizuo's body would move & squirm as the king had continued, "Hnn~! Miko...~!"

"Y...yeah..?" The red had mumbled against sweat coated chest of his lover as the blonde's back arched, begging and writhing for more.

"I... I... A-ahhh~ I love you...~!" He let out breathlessly as his mocha orbs closed tightly as he climaxed, letting himself go as he laid back against the white sheeted bed; looking at the king with hazy auburn eyes.

"C-c'mere..." he moaned as the king had reached his point of ending as well, the olived skinned red smiled before he moved into the comfortable embrace of his lover. Relaxing as he closed his golden hues before he had passed out from exhaustion.