News of Tatara Totsuka's murder had been the first thing to reach Homra's ears the next day when someone had found his dead body on the rooftop of a building. Mikoto kept to his room as several clansmen came by to mourn, in which they all assumed he was too, but in his own way.

But in all honesty, he didn't care; he just decided to play along, to play the silently distressed king.

"…Mikoto?" Izumo's familiar voice came through the door .

"..Yeah?" the man replied

"Will you be all right..?"

"Yeah…I'm fine.."

Mikoto gave an amused huff as he heard the man walk away.

Peering beyond the holes in the yellow mask, amber eyes pierced the night, sitting on a railing like a bird perched on a branch, searching for its next prey.

A cool breeze blew by and the loud sound a metal door closing echoed loudly through the alleyway.

Mikoto looked down to see a woman in lavender heels, a magenta pencil skirt and a skimpy lavender top to match. Mentally grimacing at her fashion sense but externally grinning at his opportunity, he leaped down.

"Haven't you been listening to the news, little Miss?~" he cooed cruelly to the woman and slashing her across the chest before she had the chance to reply; she only had the chance to yelp in pain and drop to the ground, choking on her own blood as the red liquid flooded her mouth and trickled down the side of her mouth.

A giggle came from the masked figure as he thrust the knife into her chest over and over again, waiting as her screams slowly stopped.

Damn the police…ruin the fun…

He stood and once again jumped up to the building rooftops where he ran across the roofs until he was far enough away to once again makes his way back to the ground.

Mikoto stopped for a moment and took the mask off, eyeing it over, wiping off some of the blood and dirt, making a mental note to clean it later.

"Mikoto-san!"

Shit

"Ah, Yata…" Mikoto turned to see his vanguard approaching him.

"I didn't expect to see you here, unless you're—Woah, is that the killer's mask?!" Yata exclaimed, spotting the yellow, blood smeared mask in his King's hand.

"Ah..yeah…he must have dropped it.." the king replied calmly

"We can tell Kusanagi—"

"Let's head back to the bar…" Mikoto interrupted, turning and starting to walk back towards the bar, and walking down into an alleyway to avoid letting the younger spot the blood on his jacket.

"Mikoto-san this isn't—" Yata started as he noticed that Mikoto wasn't going on the light filled sidewalks as usual.

"I know…I take a different path at night..." the King replied as he was walking ahead, reaching into his jacket sleeve.

Seeing a small reflection of the metal blade flashed from a light from above made something click in Yata's mind.

"M-Mikoto-san you aren't—...the killer..aren't you..?"

"You know...I was really hoping that you wouldn't find out yet.." Mikoto said, turning to face the other with an evil glint in his amber eyes and a wide, cruel grin plastered across his face as he slipped the yellow mask on.

"…Why..?" Yata asked.

"Tatara asked me the same thing before I killed him…But really..There nothing more entertaining than the fear everyone shows when I show up…Ah..I've said too much..goodbye, Yata."

The last thing Yata saw before everything went black for him was a glint of metal. The vanguard's entire bottom jaw was sliced across, it only dangling by some soft tissue that was left.

The blade was then thrusted through his neck and then into his chest several times before the body was engulfed in a red aura and burned to a crisp.

While the body burned, Mikoto just simply walked away with a small yawn and returned to the bar early for the night.