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Like usual, I don't own Misaki and Fushimi.

Warning: "They" are going to be revealed.

Oh and another thing...

This is not the end of this story or is it? Mwahaah. ;D

They were now walking for hours. Or so it felt for the two of them.

Side by side, they were making their way through the darkness of that gigantic hallway. Looking around, the floor was covered in dust, bits of the ceiling and wooden tables all in random places. However, covering the floor of the entire hallway, there was an old, somewhat ripped, dusty red carpet that looked so frequently stepped on. In addition, covering all the walls on both sides, were various statues: ones representing a woman with closed eyes praying to the skies; another with an old man with a bear standing, holding a child in his lap; another one with a young child with a rope tied to his neck to be strangled as he looked at the sky; a man and woman holding an apple as a snake laid on their arms, like a chain securing them for not backing down; another statue with two boys, in which the hand of the first boy was covering the mouth of the second and the second was covering the eyes of the first.

The sight was creeping the hell out of Misaki. Instinctively, he moved closer to Saruhiko, brushing his left arm with the right arm of the bluenette.

Looking with a corner of his eye, Fushimi could see Misaki trembling and his face getting paler and paler as his amber eyes got scared every second. Just like in high school, Misaki liked to show himself off as a tough guy, who always wore and still wears his heart in his sleeves, ready to throw some punches and kicks to whoever mocked him, or back then, to whoever mocked Fushimi. Yes, back then, Misaki was the one to kick the asses of those who bullied Fushimi. He, himself, always ignored them since they were just another worthless trash, but ever since Misaki came, he would lose his temper and would shout to the bastard that they would be sorry for their words and heading for a battle, as Fushimi pushed him away by his shirt collar. When he finally let go of Misaki, Misaki turned to him and blurted out to stop dragging him around every time someone said something offensive to Fushimi, because Fushimi needed someone to defend him. To protect him.

Fushimi would give Misaki a small smile and would call him idiot and single-celled as they exited the school side by side.

Somehow, it felt like they had returned back to their old days.

Oh, if that was actually true. Having Misaki to look and smile at him like he used to do.

Having Misaki to only look at him and him only again, with happiness reflecting in his amber eyes and his idiot, sweet smile only for him. How enchanting that dream was in his head.

It doesn't have to be just a dream. He's looking at you right now, isn't he? He is scared and he is relying on you to move on, to protect him. If you find your way out, he will go back to his precious HOMRA and will leave you again. However, if you keep him here, with you, locked up from the world, he will look at you and you only. In here there is no Mikoto-san, no pride, no HOMRA… Just you and him. Like the old days. How tempting is this idea? – his mind whispered to him, and he felt a small, dark smile covering his lips.

"Hey, Saru… Do you remember anything about the day before you found yourself here?", Misaki asked, snapping Fushimi out of his thoughts.

"I remember heading back to the Scepter4's headquarters after making my daily patrol around the city. Another boring day as usual."

"I- I don't remember it very well. The memories are blurry and I just remember pieces, like being at the bar, going to my job and heading back to my apartment.", Misaki kept looking at the ground, but the sadness was clear in his voice. "And… It feels like I am forgetting something really important."

"Perhaps, the times we spent together…", Fushimi thought, not looking at Misaki.

"… Like what?", Fushimi asked, with a dry mouth.

"Something concerning HOMRA, maybe Mikoto-san-", Misaki stated, trying to make eye contact.

Fushimi shoulders stiffened and he gritted his teeth. Of course it had to be his precious Mikoto-san in his mind all the time. Damn it. Even with Fushimi and him in there, the lazy man couldn't get out of Misaki's thoughts.

The idea of keeping Misaki forever in there with him appeared every second more appealing to him.

They were in mansion like stairs, since it was the only way to continue walking, having the hallway finishing without an exit. On the top of the crystal stairs, there was a huge white door, fully intact, with a statue above the door with a man with brown hairspiked in a wooden cross, bleeding and wearing a tunic that only covered his lower parts, leaving his chest exposed and having in his head, a crown of thorns.

"Tsk. But, your Mikoto-san isn't here, is he? Talking about blood ties, comrades… and where is your precious Mikoto-san and HOMRA to save you from these Strains?", Fushimi stopped to stare at Misaki in the eyes, with a mocking tone.

"YOU BASTARD. YOU ARE MOCKING MIKOTO-SAN, AREN'T YOU?! Besides, where are the other Blues? You still don't have anyone to even work with you!", Misaki shouted at Saruhiko.

"I don't need anyone to defend me, Misaki~. I am not a midget, idiot dog waving my tail in front of the Red King, asking for attention everytime and acting as a tough guy but fearing everything that as to do with darkness or everything occult related."

"Shut up, you shitty monkey, or I'll kick your ass!"

Fushimi opened his mouth but immediately closed it. His eyes widen. He felt a presence staring at them. No. Not only a presence, but many of them.

He turned head to his right. At the bottom of the stairs, covering the hallway where they had been before, many pairs of red orbs where watching them, growling.

"What are you looking at?! KYAA!", Misaki shouted, finally realizing they were not alone.

"We have to fight them.", Saruhiko said, coolly, taking his knives out.

The eyes were making the distance between them smaller and smaller. Misaki gulped, nervously.

"Are you afraid, Misaki?", Fushimi asked, smirking, with the intention to make him feel irritated with Saruhiko so that way Misaki wouldn't feel scared.

"What are you talking shitty monkey? I am the vanguard of HOMRA, Yatagarusu. I am not afraid of anything!", Misaki exclaimed, emerging his body into the red aura, the Red King had given him.

Seeing Misaki ready to battle, Fushimi wielded and clench his knives. The knives in left hand were shining with red aura and the ones in his right were covered in blue aura.

With both of them covered in their auras, the room was all illuminated and for the first time, they saw what was stalking them.

Both of them were shocked.

"Th-They are n-not strains! They are… THEY ARE ZOMBIES!" , Misaki screamed in terror.

A mass of half-dead people were standing in front of them. There were small childen, teenagers, adults and elders, all with ripped clothes, yellow, purple and grey skin; bleeding and slobbering, breathing irregularly, staring at both of them with red hungry eyes.

Suddenly, two young males charged at Fushimi and Misaki. Misaki threw a fire fist to the zombie, knocking against a wall; Fushimi, with a knife, cut the head of the zombie through his neck, having the head rolling down the stairs, where the zombies watched it.

Soon, young males in front of the crowd began to attack them as the rest also moved to corner them. As Fushimi threw knives to the heads and chests, Misaki was battling them with full body and his skateboard.

As Fushimi made a back mortal, escaping some zombies that were cornering him, something caught his attention.

Fushimi looked at the torn clothes of a zombie he had just defeated.

"Is that… A Scepter4 uniform?!"

Without realizing, they were already on top of the crystal stairs, with his back facing the big white door.

"We can't keep up like this. They are too many!", Fushimi screamed for Misaki to hear.

The stamina was finishing and they were already exhausted, feeling like helplessly collapsing on the floor.

"You want to give up?! I'm going to burn them until no blood, nor bone, nor ash is found!", Misaki answered, panting.

"Idiot! You will set this place on fire and we will both die!", Fushimi shouted, looking at Misaki, who was on his left side.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO, THEN?!"

Fushimi looked around, breathless. They were cornered on top of those stairs. There was no way of escaping that scene.

Unless…

"The door! We have to open it! It's the only way!", Fushimi looked at the door behind him.

"Okay! I will open it! Watch my back!", Misaki said, running to the door.

Watch my back

Fushimi threw his knives at some zombies who are trying to find their way to Misaki. He was fighting just like his HOMRA days. The days where Misaki trusted his back on him. Had they been back at that hateful stage of their lives? Fushimi gripped his knives and his eyes became clouded with hate. The past memories of HOMRA in his head made him feel angrier and soon he forgot his fatigue. He felt his blood boiling in his veins and he fought like no one could defeat him, completely drawn in his emotions.

"Saru… C'mon! Get out of there!", Misaki's voice snapped him out of rage, waving to Fushimi, indicating that he managed to open the door slightly for them to get out of there.

As he was running towards Misaki, two figures appeared of thin air, as if falling off the ceiling to stand between him and Misaki. Caught by surprise, Fushimi fell onto his back.

"SARU!"

Looking above, Fushimi saw an unexpected sight. Two tall, muscled men created a wall for him to not pass. They were different from all those zombies. They felt familiar in Fushimi's mind and their appearance even if deformed transmitted a mystical, respectful sight. But who were they?

Realization struck him.

"The ancestors of the Red and Blue Kings: Genji Kagutsu and Jin Habari!", Fushimi thought, as his eyes widen.

Both had red eyes glowing and were covered in blood. They were pale and zombie-like, but they still held had something majestic surrounding them. They still had some faintly proud as they had back when they were Kings, but the power received by the Dresden Slate no longer was alive them. Their power had gone away just as their souls in that calamity day. The only thing left behind was their muscled, confident and yet rotten and hateful bodies.

Even if they didn't have power anymore, Fushimi was in a very tricky situation. Going against two former Kings whose strength couldn't be measured was practically a suicide choice.

Behind him, the zombies continued to reach for him. The former Red King stepped forward, growling, attempting to catch Fushimi just like the former Blue King.

Fushimi was trapped. He couldn't think of a way out of there.

When suddenly…

A giant ball of fire collided with both Kings, burning their back, making the Kings falling on their knees. Misaki was standing at the door, with hate in his eyes. However, the hate was not in Fushimi's direction like it usually was.

Fushimi took this opportunity as the Kings where on the ground, growling in pain, to jump in time for the zombies not to catch him, and meet Misaki. As he finished landing, the Kings were already standing again, looking furiously and staring at them like Lions staring at their prey, licking their lips.

Closing the door in full force with their last strength and locking it, they could hear the loudly bangs of the Kings against the door to try to bring it to the ground. The white door was heavy and big, but it wouldn't last for very long if the Kings and all of the zombies kept doing attacks against it.

Panting very hard, Fushimi slid to the ground. The adrenaline was disappearing from his blood and his ideas begun to come together. He almost died there. The Kings had almost got him and have a feast with him.

But, why where the Kings in there? Where they in the middle of a zombie apocalypse? How the fuck they ended up in there?

A thought hit his brain. The former Red and Blue Kings, some zombies with Scepter4 uniforms, many dead people…

Those zombies where the victims of the Kagutsu Crater.

"Saru… Are you okay?", Misaki kneeled besides Fushimi, putting a hand in his right shoulder.

He looked at Misaki. He showed so much concern in his amber eyes. So much care for Fushimi's well being. And was there a bit of sadness? It was just like in the past – the caring and lovable Misaki only had eyes for him. He was the only one in his heart and thoughts.

That until HOMRA…

Now he had to be a mess, he had to bleed; he had to be in a death situation, to be hurt… for Misaki to look at him.

Feeling the pain in his heart returning, gritting his teeth, Fushimi got up from the ground and gave some steps to be away from that person who he cared so much, but kept hurting him endlessly inside.

He couldn't be just a comrade, he told that to Misaki. He had to be more than that. He had to be as important as Misaki was for him.

However, Misaki had always been the blind one. And with Fushimi's contradictory personality, he was the mute one, because Fushimi never told him how he felt. His actions never compared to what he felt.

"Saru... You're…", Misaki pointed towards him, with worry growing every second.

The room was covered in moonlight that came from one single window which was extremely high, on the opposite side of the room. With clouds covering it, the moonlight only lighted the space where they were – in front of the giant white door.

The room was nothing but white. It had giant roman pillars in both sides and due to the faint light in the room, they couldn't see the end of it, just darkness.

A crimson drop of blood fell onto the white floor. Fushimi led his right hand onto his forehead. He took his hand away and all he saw was blood. Apparently, his right side of the face was covered in his own red. He hadn't noticed. He hadn't felt any pain. The pain in his heart was much stronger than any physique pain.

Each immerged on their own thoughts, with Misaki staring at Fushimi with somewhat teary eyes and Fushimi looking at his hand while blood covered it, they didn't notice two pair of eyes watching them at the end of the room.

Misaki was the first one to snap from his thoughts, and let out a single yelp. With that, Fushimi turned around.

"Isn't it lovable? You met again… But this is the end of the world…", a silhouette stepped from the darkness.

They never expected it to happen.

However, it did and with that the white floor turned into a sea of red.