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Guys, you know that Days of Blue is close to came out as well as Totsuka's funeral?

The title for Totsuka's funeral is "Cry". Get ready for it, since GoRA is even giving a title like this.

Meanwhile, here is another chapter. :)

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Warning: Some relation to K Side:RED is going to be stated here.

Silence

The moon led her light shining light trough the tallest and only window in the dead room.

The floor was covered in a pool of blood, with every second a drip of red adding, in a slow motion, to the red on the no longer white floor. The huge, white door in the room was carefully locked but still standing, without someone on the other side making a sound or an attempt to bring it down. Silence danced graciously, endlessly in the room and for that moment Earth seemed to have stopped moving. Time and reason no longer existed.

The sight was hurtful.

Life has those moments that catches people off guard, kicks them in their bodies and hearts repeatedly, and leaves them on the ground, bleeding and trying to reach for a hand while life laughs at their face and walks away. Those who struggle to get up on their own, fight to get up again and ask for help to trying to heal those scars. The ones who fail to get up, curl on the cold, hard floor; letting the scars in their hearts and minds grow and grow, being in the end, so painfully to hold on that they find the only way for them is the end, being it willingly or accidently.

After all, it was no wonder why that place was called The End of the World. Everything has an ending, after all.

A figure raised his head, making the moonlight bathe it and tracing his body. The figure had light brown hair as well as brown eyes and was dressed in a blue jacket with a white shirt underneath it and white pants. A smile was gracefully adorning his lips.

Although, something wasn't right. His blue jacket was covered in red in his abdomen and back, as well as his hands and some parts of his pants. Coming out of from the corner of his mouth was a trail of blood, that didn't seem to stop. Beneath the figure, the pool of red was becoming much larger.

"Long time no see… Yata-san… Saru-kun…", the figure opened his arms wide as if in trying to reach for a hug.

"T-T-Totsuka-san…", Misaki finally whispered a name between his shock.

It was the first time Fushimi ignored that ridiculous name calling. He would be annoyed at that person and grit his teeth to not say anything, but the nickname didn't bother him this time. He didn't like to show his emotions one bit, but the sight in front of him, no matter how much he tried, he couldn't suppress the shock he was feeling. Totsuka Tatara, was there in front of them, smiling like he usually did, until that day. The day the Red King started walking the path of revenge.

He remembered that day clearly. It had been his day off and he was in his room, staring at the ceiling, fully awake. He tried to fall asleep, pushing and pulling away the blankets, turning around in his bed, however, it was as if something was holding him back. As if he should have been on other place at that moment, searching for something…

He raised his hand and collected his PDA from the bedside table. He unblocked it and checked the time.

23:43

Fushimi put it back in the bedside table, and turned around facing the window in his room. He could see, the lights from the skyscrapers and building shinning in the city, making it lively and welcoming for a normal person to be lost in it and returning back home in dawn.

Fushimi's eyes widen and he immediately sat on his bed, still looking out of his window into the city. He had a bad feeling, but he didn't know what it was…

Suddenly, the region in his left collarbone started to burn painfully. He gritted his teeth and let out a single yelp. With his right hand, he pushed his dark shirt's collar to reveal what was going on.

The scratched, burnt HOMRA mark was shining strongly in his skin, almost like the flames inside him were even wilder, trying to break free and burn Fushimi's soul. The pain was growing every second as well as Fushimi's hatred.

That HOMRA mark triggered every memory he tried to leave behind. The ones he wanted to forget forever. That damn thing in his skin was the representation of what had made his life back to how worthless it was before. Before he had betrayed HOMRA, before he had joined HOMRA, before he had meet the only person important to him… Back to those lonely, hateful, worthless days of his life.

He was sure he was being burnt. He was sure that the flames inside of him were using his hate to grow larger and larger.

But just like how it begun, the HOMRA mark stopped its glowing and returned to how it was – covered in scars.

"What the...", Fushimi asked, clueless about what just had happened.

He laid back on his bed, feeling uneasy. He scratched the insignia of his past and feel asleep dreaming of his proud, red flames extinguishing inside him and one of them was blown away, ceasing to exist as the other continued to be but now they were smaller and the wilderness seemed to be replaced by quietness and a depressive aura.

Honestly, when he woke up the other morning and heard the Scepter4 captain Munakata Reisi announcing, in the reunion room, that Totsuka Tatara had been murdered, he was already expecting it.

He stayed emotionless and looking as if not caring, while all the room felt into a deep silence and all eyes were on him. Every member from Scepter4, including the Heartless Woman and the Captain were watching him, trying to see some reaction in his eyes or anything that could lead to know that Fushimi wasn't over or still cared a bit about his past connected to HOMRA.

Feeling annoyed with all the silence and staring, Fushimi broke the silence, looking at Munakata with irritation shining in his blue orbs.

"I am guessing we don't know who the murder was… So, are we taking his body to forence analysis?"

"I called the local authorities this morning and spoke with the main officer to prevent them from interfering in this case. As a captain of Scepter4, I would have to follow the protocol and take the body of Totsuka Tatara for forence analysis to find out who the murder was and having him or her arrested for his crime. However, I am taking into consideration this is a special case, so I don't mind breaking a few rules…", Munakata answered looking at Fushimi and some gasps were heard. Munakata was breaking the protocol over a dead person, because it was a "special case"? Never had once members of Scepter4 think about the day their captain would do such a thing as ignoring rules.

"Captain…", Awashima whispered, a bit shocked.

Munakata got up and turned his back to all of the others in the room, with arms behind his back, facing the window, where the sun lighted the place and his face.

"The Red King will be furious if we take away what's left of one of his close clansmen. Besides, I am sure if one of each of your family were to die, you wouldn't agree handing them into enemy's hands, would you? That's why I am letting the Red clan take care of everything for the funeral. Totsuka Tatara reached a point in his life that all he needs now is peace. In addition, we have to be ready for the Red King and all his clansmen's' blood twisty revenge."

Every member looked at each other, with worry in their eyes. The words the captain had spoken were all true. And with HOMRA's reputation, they would certainly be hunting the one who dared to kill one of them and probably killing it too.

Fushimi was looking down, emerged in his thoughts. The Red King was certainly pissed off, like a lion with his pride hurt, for Totsuka Tatara's death. Totsuka was one of the first people who came in contact with Mikoto Suoh in high school, when everybody feared him. Kusanagi once said that Totsuka was a wild animal trainer, since he could make a wild lion like the Red King feel calm and be tolerant. Totsuka was the one who prevented the fire to grow into destruction, but now with him gone, Mikoto's fire would surely destroy everything that dared to cross his path. If Totsuka was the one to give the confidence and safety of the Red King about his destructive soul, the Red King knew now that he could hurt everybody around him.

Even Misaki was in danger…

Fushimi gritted his teeth and clenched his fist. Why did Misaki find so great about that ticking bomb? He could be his ending!

Then a memory hit his mind.

It was about when Fushimi was still in HOMRA and they successfully raid the center that was holding Anna for experiments to become the Blue King. Some members approached Totsuka and he cheerfully gave some orders and they nodded, each going for their side, respecting Totsuka's orders.

"Saru-kun, we should-", Totsuka turned to Fushimi, with one of his smiles covering his lips.

"How come you're one of HOMRA's in command even though you are so weak?, Fushimi asked, not being able to stop himself before the question that was bugging him came out.

"Coincidence!", Totsuka replied, cheerfully and Fushimi couldn't help but be shocked. He had tried to take away the smile that Totsuka wore and hurting his pride to see how he finally was towards Fushimi. He never expected him to not care about his harsh words. The other HOMRA members would be cursing and throwing a fist by now. But there it was Totsuka still smiling like nothing happened.

Totsuka was really one of a kind.

"It's special, isn't it? They follow you even though you don't control them by power.", Fushimi said, not making eye contact with Totsuka. Secretly, he envied Totsuka. If he was like him, Misaki would still look at him and would admire him. They would still be together if he was like Totsuka, with Fushimi drinking Misaki's milk while Misaki would be eating his vegetables, with both of them at the rooftop of their school. Fushimi's world would be almost perfect again.

"Wha-", Totsuka was caught off surprise, trying to look at Fushimi with his mouth dropped.

"… Maybe even you were suited to become King.", Fushimi had said, still not looking at him. He was feeling quite depressed now, with his past memories replaying in his head as he heard Misaki a few meters from him blabbing with Mikoto-san how great Mikoto-san was and everything he did.

Totsuka smirked knowingly and crossed his arms.

"A person obsessed with something can't become a King.", Totsuka replied, still smirking although with a serious tone in his voice.

Fushimi shifted nervously. It appeared like Totsuka could read him like an open book. He felt like Totsuka was no longer talking about himself but about Fushimi. Never ever have he met someone who could actually read him like Totsuka did. From his words, he was telling Fushimi to not be jealous of him and that he too, like Fushimi, had a thing he was obsessed with. Like Fushimi felt about Misaki and his obsession, so was Totsuka for his King.

"We have much more in common than you think, Saru-kun.", Totsuka affirmed with a big, white smile.

So, did Totsuka mean he wasn't as good as Fushimi was? Why? He was a person everyone liked, so he couldn't be equal as Fushimi.

"… I hate you."

"Oh, really? I kinda like you, Saru-kun!"

"Please, stop calling me that."

Totsuka had been buried by the Red clan in a grave made for him. So, why was he standing ten meters away from both Misaki and Fushimi?

Totsuka turned to Fushimi and smiled with blood dripping from his mouth.

"Have you finally confessed, Saru-kun? Have you told Yata-san the real reason why did you left HOMRA?"

Fushimi locked eyes with Totsuka. Blue and brown.

Respect for the death ones, but how dare he bring that conversation up? Why isn't he in his grave where he belongs in silence and leaves them alone?

He clenched his right hand into a fist. If that guy dared to talk a single word about that anymore, he would slice his tongue.

He didn't hate Totsuka. He just hated the way he could still read him and the way he was trying to make Misaki see the vulnerable part of Saruhiko. His true feelings were to keep hidden in his heart, not within Misaki's reach.

"The real reasons? What are you talking about? Saru, what is Totsuka-san talking about?!", Misaki griped the edge of his left arm jacket, trying to make Saruhiko answer him immediately.

"Well, you see, Yata-san, Saru-kun is actually been keeping you away from something very important ever since you two became close. And if doesn't tell you, it might be too late."

"Late from what?", Fushimi groaned, as if challenging Totsuka.

Totsuka smiled and turned on side, revealing a tall, muscled, strong presence, sitting in a throne full of swords with his legs crossed, one above the other and his head resting against his left hand that was being supported by the armchair.

The presence opened his eyes to reveal two crimson, evil orbs staring at them, as if they were prey.

Totsuka was right. It was too late.