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So, did everyone enjoy "Cry" chapter? Oh... You are probably a heartless now, since your heart was, perhaps, crushed like mine.

Then, here we go.

Nothing compare, no worries or cares
Regrets and mistakes, our memories are made
Who would have known how bittersweet this would taste?

The tall, muscled, strong presence continued sat in his throne full of swords, but his eyes were growing darker and malicious the more time he stared at his two preys.

Totsuka kept smiling towards Yata and Fushimi.

They both thought the surprises had been over by now. How wrong they were.

The presence put both hands in the armchairs and rose from the throne in a glorious manner. The clouds that were covering the moon were now gone and through that single window, the moon shore beautifully, illuminating, for the first time, all the room. The light created a peaceful, beautiful environment however; perhaps, it was the fact that there was too much blood for it to be a pleasant atmosphere.

What was going on? This was not how Fushimi remembered, and by the look on Misaki's face, neither did he.

A King who lost his crown

The presence started descending steps, getting away from his throne, and closer to Fushimi and Misaki, in a slow walk. When he was half way from them he stopped.

"King… What do you want to do?". Totsuka turned to the presence with a caring smile.

The presence growled and moved a hand to his head. Fushimi saw a hole in his chest where is heart had been. Wha-

Like lightning, their memories struck them. Back to a year ago.

Back to a snowy day, when the Kagutsu Crater was about to be repeated again.

A Sword of Damocles was falling from the sky and its owner opened his arms and smiled ready to accept the fate he had been expecting for so long. The chains that have been holding him back broke like delicate strings.

Thankfully, he had chosen a person to do the dirty work. It was selfish, he knew but what other choice did he have? He couldn't bear his nightmares anymore and the thoughts of hurting everyone around him scared him. Yes, he was scared. Scared of losing what he once thought he could never have, but in adult he had – Family, warm, love, bonds…

But, he was the real threat for all of them. He could never let it happen.

His Sword of Damocles was two meters away from him, suspended in the sky, when a sword crossed his heart.

He was thankful to Munakata for not holding back. He knew the Blue King was a great King, better than he ever had been, because if it was him, he would never kill a person he cared for even if that would led to his own death. Even if that lead thousands of people to their deaths.

Munakata did his duty as a King even if that hurt him personally and would then hide his emotions but he would never back down from his responsibility.

I'm sorry, Anna. I won't be able to show you that lovely red anymore…

He didn't have to worry about his destroying flames anymore. He felt them being blown away and their wildness disappearing within his soul.

But… At least I know, all of you are going to be fine now.

That's right! How could have Fushimi forgotten? That's the day he had a fight with Misaki in the island school.

He had been so satisfied. For real, he could clash with the crow all he wanted, being both clans in war, and the Heartless Woman wouldn't stop him that time.

They would both be back into their single world. A single world where Misaki saw him with eyes covered with hate, sadness, anger, betrayal… But, Fushimi would rather have that than be forgotten. Everything as long as he was present within Misaki's thoughts, no matter how bad they were.

Or when they had to fight against that meddling Black Dog, resulting in Fushimi and Misaki being unable to defeat him and that fat man called Kamamoto had to carry them away from the school. And at the end of the day seeing the Captain waking the school bridge covered in blood while the other Scepter4 members cheered about their Captain being alive, but the minute he came close to Scepter4 members, he avoided them and walked to one of the Scepter4's truck, not letting out a single word.

Fushimi knew they had been close to some point. Kings were just equals between them and the members who were supporting them were all just minions. This last thought angered him more than anything.

He stood looking at all the HOMRA members giving a final scream of their catchphrase to the sky, while their HOMRA marks turned into a bright sphere of red and disappeared into the cold night.

Suddenly, he felt his left collarbone being ignited on fire just like that night. He pushed his shirt collar away with his right hand, angered and gritting his teeth, he saw that the disgusting HOMRA mark was shining strongly in his skin. He felt the flames inside him going wilder than ever and then – just like someone who had blown a final candle, they stopped burning his soul and disappeared.

He saw the HOMRA mark leaving his skin, turn into a sphere of red and elevating itself in the sky. He watched awestruck. He never thought that his HOMRA mark would shine as crimson, as bright, as strong than it did.

The sky became illuminated in a warm, crimson aura and all the HOMRA spheres created somewhat a flame in the cold dark night, almost the shape of that of the HOMRA mark.

He felt… Empty. Normal.

He no longer felt his being been squashed, his soul being burden, neither wild flames dancing in his veins or pride in mind.

It all left with that Man.

Misaki would be crying hard by now. For losing the hero he always looked up to before.

He continued to look at the HOMRA flame in the sky. A single tear came to his eye, but didn't fell.

At least, Mikoto-san had been a person Misaki felt proud at.

He knew he wasn't even good enough for that.

"Fushimi-san…", Hidaka stood behind him. "The Lieutenant has given us orders to retreat to Scepter4's headquarters now…"

"…"

Fushimi turned abruptly and started walking towards the Scepter4's vehicles, ignoring Hidaka, who stood there confused, watching him go.

Farewell, Red King. Suoh Mikoto.

Seriously, he had completely forgotten about that day. However, that day has been one of those days in his life to mark him.

For better and for worse.

He thought he had reached his mind's limit. Insanity seemed the obvious reason why he could see the former Red King and his dead, cheerful vassal.

"M-M-Miko-mi-Mikoto-san!", Yata finally whispered.

Fushimi could hear him sob. He looked to him and saw Misaki with wide eyes, looking at Suoh Mikoto, while tears streamed down his face.

Misaki quickly let go of Fushimi's jacket sleeve that he was previously holding. It seemed that the conversation between him, Fushimi and Totsuka at the beginning was completely forgotten. The one which Totsuka had tried to make Misaki see what Fushimi felt about him.

He had been interested in the topic before…

Fushimi lowered his head, unable to see Mikoto-san, Totsuka and Misaki anymore. He clenched his hands and closed his eyes forcefully.

Of course Misaki would only have eyes for Suoh Mikoto. With the four of them standing in the room, Misaki would only focus his attention on Suoh, ignoring Fushimi like a ghost.

It had always been like this in HOMRA.

"Hey, Suoh Mikoto."

What would you do if someone threated your hero? Throw all your hate at that person, right?

Mikoto turned his red orbs to Fushimi.

Fushimi opened his eyes and raised his head in Suoh's direction, his blue orbs filled with pure anger, malice, threat, hate, and instability.

"How about going to the place where you really belong? You know… The graveyard.", Fushimi smirked darkly.

He could feel Misaki's angered gaze burning him. Excellent.

Suddenly, Suoh's lips became covered with a big, dark smirk.

"Oh, don't worry about that, Fushimi. I saved just a spot for you.", Suoh's eyes shone a deep red as he smirked.

That caught Fushimi off surprise. He never expected Suoh to answer him, even more in the way he did.

Besides…

Was he talking seriously?

"Wha-", Fushimi and Misaki both questioned at the same time, awestruck.

"After all, betrayal is only paid with death."

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