Here is chapter two! Hope you enjoy!

I'm so happy! Akira Yama started writing again. I'm sad about the circumstances that took her away, but I am glad she is well enough right now!

Now, onto chapter two!

Punishment was set.

A war started by angels and continued by angels with no thought of the consequences was a sin. All involved and dead by other's hands were revived and all involved were to be cast out.

Memories were wiped.

Grace and wings were ripped from their celestial bodies.

Cries of despair tore from lesser angels throats. Many of the more powerful stood and took their punishment.

One by one they were cast out of heaven and sent to earth to start over again.

None realized, however, what their true punishment was.

A blond middle school boy sat on the roof of his school. It was like any other school. The bell rang loudly. It was a sound heard across the grounds and many could be heard rushing towards their classes after a brief interlude known as lunch. He, however, ignored to call and glanced at his watch. "Where's Mikoto?" he grumbled to himself.

A red headed student walked through the crowds. His expression of boredom stood out from the friendly faces as friends walked together or the faces of desperation as many rushed to their classroom, muttering pleads to make it on time. He walked away from his class room. He avoided the teachers and weaved through the many faces. If his hair weren't so vibrant he would blend in with those around him. However, it was bright and noticeable which made skipping class difficult.

He sighed and glanced at the stairs leading to the roof. Ducking past a teacher too busy reprimanding a peeping tom to notice the red head, he slipped inside and away.

He mounted the stairs grudgingly and made it to the first landing when he heard the door he had entered below open.

Turning he caught a boy peering up at him with bright brown eyes. His hair was a very light brown and he looked weak. The boy was pale and with the pale hair he looked wispy, like he would blow away with the wind. However, he looked up at the red head and smiled brightly. The red head blinked at him, hiding his confusion with pressed boredom.

The door above him opened and he looked up to see his blond friend rush towards him. "Hey, you took too long so I decided to head to class. I hear there's a new girl." The blond smiled and passed the red head. "See you, Mikoto," he said pushing open the door at the bottom and disappearing.

Mikoto blinked at the door. The other kid had disappeared as well. Mikoto shrugged one shoulder and continued climbing the stairs until he reached the rooftop sanctuary. He found the shady spot on the other side of the entrance and sat down, preparing for a nap.

Before he could fall asleep, the door opened. He didn't move, but sighed. "Izumo, you're not allowed up here anymore." He said lazily, turning his head away. The door closed and he relaxed. He turned his head and blinked when he saw the frail looking boy peering at him nervously from around the corner.

He smiled at Mikoto again. "Am I allowed up here?" He asked quietly, moving to stand in full view. He emphasized himself as he took a step closer. "I'm not Izumo, I'm Totsuka."

Mikoto grunted and turned away from the new comer, not giving an answer. He leaned back against the wall and closed his eyes. "You seem familiar. Have you always lived here?" Totsuka asked cheerfully.

The red head shrugged and opened his eyes seeing Totsuka staring back at him. His smile was blinding and annoying. People should never be that happy; especially at school. He nodded tersely before settling back to resume his nap. Or at least try and start one.

"What's your name?"

Mikoto didn't reply. He sighed softly and pretended to have fallen asleep. He felt the air change around him, but didn't care. Why should he? Why was this kid talking to him anyways? Most kids ran from him. Most new kids were warned to run away from him.

"That's okay, I'll call you King."

Mikoto opened his eyes, but Totsuka had stood and turned away. He followed him with his gaze as the boy disappeared back into the stair well. The door closed soundly. Silence followed and a small twitch pulled up his lip.

"So I hear some kid started following you around," Izumo said with a playful smirk.

Mikoto sighed as he leaned against the bar and stared out around him. The pub was always well furnished. It was to Izumo's taste. At first he had been worried when he friend proclaimed he was quitting school to start the business, but what did it matter. It was his choice and so far it worked out. "You mean the annoying brat that's been following me?" His tone implied its usual boredom, as did his expression.

Izumo failed to suppress a smile. The words never matched with the intonation. "Hanging around you, a guy who hates keeping friends, and hates having people kiss up to him-." He was stopped briefly by the phone ringing loudly. He moved around behind the bar and straight towards it, "The kids got balls." He finished before answering, "HOMRA."

Mikoto watched his friend, but said nothing. He could tell as the conversation went that it was nothing good. His interest faded and he looked away bored. It wasn't his business. If something was wrong with Izumo and he wanted to share, so be it. Mikoto didn't care either way. Again, not his business.

"Thank you," Izumo finished as he dropped the receiver back on the hook. He turned and caught Mikoto staring at him; his head tipped back and his gaze peered back at Izumo through the corner of his eyes. "How should I put this…?" Izumo said with a soft sigh. "That kid that wants to work for you or whatever…." Izumo paused. Mikoto's expression hadn't changed, which Izumo always assumed was a decent sign. "He was beaten in the street. He's in the hospital."

Mikoto looked away and turned making a disapproving noise. "Why call us?" He grumbled, not moving. Izumo didn't reply, just watched his friend carefully. Mikoto stood suddenly and walked out of the pub.

"Ack!" Izumo ran after him, locking the door securely. "Mikoto! Wait!"

Izumo had never seen the boy that had suddenly taken an interest in his friend. He had expected the kid to be a more talkative Mikoto. Strength to mirror the stubborn strong will, built to withstand enough to survive. The slender, frail looking boy bandaged and lying, his leg in a cast suspended was the last thing he had suspected. His hair and eyes were pale brown and he looked like he never saw the sun. They stepped in and he looked up at Mikoto. His face lit up and he set aside the book he had been reading. "King!"

Izumo laughed and looked at Mikoto. His laugh died instantly when he saw a reaction he never saw in his friend's eyes before. Fear. It was a flash, but he saw fear in his friend's eyes as he looked at the kid lying in bed. Izumo looked back at Totsuka and stepped closer. "King? This guy?" Izumo shook his head. "Look you may think hanging around a strong guy is a good idea, but it's just gonna get you beaten up again."

"It will be alright," Totsuka said with a bright smile. "I will be King's vassal."

Izumo sighed and rolled his eyes. He opened his mouth to speak-.

"Who did this to you?" Mikoto stepped forward. Totsuka blinked up at him confused. Mikoto's expression was still blank but Izumo knew better. He knew there was murderous intent. Usually the red head did not interfere in other people's affairs unless someone attacked first. Apparently, despite Mikoto's earlier statements towards Totsuka, the kid was now someone meaningful.

The bar was noisy. It had been years since the hospital and since then things had changed. Mikoto did become a king. The third and red king, based off his Sword of Damocles. Now he was surrounded by lost souls that were misunderstood, but only wanted to help the people in their area.

Right now he was lying back in the sitting area on the second floor of the bar. He could hear the noise from down below and sighed. He closed his eyes and dozed off.

Flashes of colored light blinked in and out of his mind's eye. Red dripped down pass and he jolted away, his power flaring around his hands. He froze when he caught the glare of light on a camera lens. "And here is our sleepy king."

Mikoto rolled his eyes and turned to lie on his side, his power diminishing from sight. "What do you want?"

"Just adding you to my memories." Totsuka said playfully as he sat back on his feet. "And everyone left for the mission. Izumo's cleaning so I wanted to get out of the way."

The king grunted and shifted to get comfortable. Totsuka laughed softly and ran a hand thought the spike pile of red hair on his king's head. He walked away towards the window and looked out into the street. "It's nice out. Hope the mission goes smoothly."

Mikoto gave no response. He rolled around and stared at Totsuka. His gaze traveled along the long slender frame and sat up. "Why are you here?"

Totsuka blinked and turned. He smiled. "I already told you-."

"No, why are you here."

The confusion melted away. The smile dimmed, but he stepped closer. The camera slid on the table. He sat beside Mikoto. "I still already told you. I'm your vassal. You're my king."

Mikoto's brows twitched upward in surprise. He looked down and away. A sigh escaped his lips and he shook his head. He reached for his cigarettes waiting on the side table. Totsuka brought them to him. "Mikoto?" He called softly.

The red head looked back and felt soft trembling lips press to his. His eyes widened as he froze. Totsuka pulled away and looked up at him and offered a watery smile. Before Mikoto could respond, his vassal stood abruptly and rushed out of the room. The door closed soundly behind him and he left Mikoto staring after him in wonder.

Chapter 2- End

TBC

Hope you enjoyed! Someone sent me a message to other day commenting on the improvement of my writing. Apparently the writing mistakes went away. This is because (no, my method of writing did not change. I still write everything all at once) I now have a live in Beta!