Sorry I've been away so long! Had internet malfunctions and I was in and out of the country. Then work. Ugh... life... ANYWAYS, here's the next chapter.
"Say, 'Help me.'" An orange haired teen asked, his fingers tangled in his companions blond hair. The blond glanced up at him and looked down.
"Please… help me, Fujishima," the blonde whispered closing his eyes as tears trickled down his face. The orange haired teen smiled sadly and wrapped his arms securely around his friend. The blond stood and allowed himself to be held. Totsuka smiled as he watched the blond reach up and claw into Fujishima's jacket.
Mikoto had arrived and forced the two teens apart. Fujishima stood in front of the blond protectively. "I brought Eric to HOMRA, I take responsibility." Fujishima stated firmly. One arm stayed wrapped around Eric's waist.
Eric looked at Fujishima shocked and quickly pushed him aside. "No, I'm already a low life. I won't let anyone take responsibility for a crime that is mine alone."
Their King blinked at both of them. Fujishima felt tension build as the king's eyes flickered from him to Eric and back. Suddenly heat was near his head and fire was in his line of sight. Eric cried out and Fujishima looked as the flames engulfed his head. "Eric!"
The flames died away, showing no damage to the blond's head. Smoke flittered away and he pulled away his jacket to show a HOMRA stamp warming the skin just below his shoulder. "W-What-?"
Mikoto only grunted and stared at Eric. "You're one of us now." He offered flatly before turning to walk away. Totsuka couldn't stop smiling to himself. Their King always had a huge heart. Ever since the day he first decided to follow him as his own king.
"Idiot," Totsuka felt a sudden pain shock through his head.
"It hurts!" He cried out holding his head on the spot his king had hit him. He smiled weakly and turned to look at the red head. He blushed faintly remembering the last time they had talked, he had kissed him. However, Mikoto didn't seem like he cared. "I knew it would turn out alright." Totsuka offered brightly.
"You'll wind up dead," Mikoto grumbled turning away from him and walking away.
"Where are you going?" Totsuka called looking confused.
"I have business to take care of," Mikoto answered blankly, not breaking stride. "Alone. Don't need everyone to come along."
Totsuka smiled knowingly as the red head disappeared and turned back to look at Fujishima and Eric as the taller, orange haired teen put an arm around Eric's shoulders and said something about getting something to eat. The three of them moved back to HOMRA pub for lunch.
Totsuka leaned over the bar reading through a book. Only the lights above the bar remained open as he read. The chairs were flipped over onto the table and the floor was swept and ready for the following day of business. Totsuka yawned softly and rubbed his shoulder as he continued reading.
A creak brought Totsuka's attention from the printed pages. He looked up, surprised to see Mikoto descending the stairs. Totsuka smiled, "I didn't know you had already come back."
"Came in through the back," Mikoto muttered as he moved around to behind the bar and dug through the shelves before reappearing with a bottle of whiskey. He grabbed two glasses and poured the brown liquid into both before pushing the bottle carelessly away. He pushed one glass towards Totsuka before taking his own and downing half the contents. "What?"
Totsuka blinked when he realized he was staring at Mikoto. He blushed faintly and looked down at the offered drink. He shrugged nonchalantly. "Nothing."
A warm hand touched his cheek. He jerked his gaze to meet Mikoto's as lips touched his. Trembling, Totsuka returned the kiss. Mikoto pulled away. Their gazes met. Totsuka was shocked and uncertain. Mikoto stared intently back with fear pushing down the corners of his mouth into a haggard frown. Fear was something Totsuka had never seen in their king's eyes. "You almost got killed again," Mikoto grumbled softly. His voice was almost a growl. However, shivers still ran up Totsuka's spine. It always did when Mikoto sounded so rough; when he allowed emotions to come through. "Out of all that has happened- after realizing this power, gaining these clansmen, having so many enemies after us- all I ever worry about is you."
"Mikoto," Totsuka sighed affectionately. He rolled his eyes and laughed softly. This situation seemed familiar and yet he knew the two of them had never had a conversation like this before. "I can take care of myself."
The king leaned in and claimed his Vassals lips. "That's not exactly what I meant."
Totsuka blushed redder and looked away. "Oh." He breathed. His heart pounded roughly against his rib cage. He inhaled deeply and looked back at Mikoto and smiled sheepishly. "You'll just have to protect me."
"I intend to."
Chapter 3- End
TBC