Summary:Ties into chapter 7, Krisis, as what goes on when Aneko goes missing in K: Displaced King Chapter 1 at the fight between SCEPTER 4 and jungle.
Yuuma could feel that something had gone horribly wrong.
Absolutely, terribly wrong.
The nineteen-year-old Clansman shot up from his seat, alarm coursing through him.
He couldn't feel her.
He couldn't feel his King!
The man slid open the van's door, his headphones sliding from all the movement and clattering to the concrete.
"Hey!"
There were Clansmen running everywhere, most of them panicking.
Diving through the crowd, Yuuma ran to where the main part of the skirmish was taking place, running as fast as he could.
Crap! He forgot that his board was still in the van!
The amber eyed man's body started to exude red and blue aura, his mind running at ninety miles an hour.
"Yuuma-senpai!" he heard his King's Second, Sato Nori yelling for him, the silver haired man looking frazzled.
"Nori, report!" Yuuma ordered. He didn't care if he was technically a subordinate, something bad had happened to his king!
Sato had a stricken look on his face, his panic starting to override his common sense.
"Nori-san, call Captain's Otou-san!" a loud, female voice snapped the Second in Command out of his thoughts.
The black-haired man's attention snapped to Maeda Katsumi, the normally calm blonde and purple eyed woman's hair falling from her ponytail.
"Right!"
Sato hurried to turn his PDA on, snapping the speakerphone function online.
"Munakata speaking," came the familiar voice of Munakata Reishi.
"Captain's dad!" Sato shrieked, "It's really bad! Captain's gone missing! Shiraki took her!"
"What?! Nori, report!" Reishi ordered sharply, his voice sounding tense and worried.
"She and Shiraki both vanished in front of my eyes!" the silver haired man tearfully reported, "It looked like Shiraki activated his Strain ability—they could be anywhere!"
"Nori-san, I'll call HOMRA!" Yuuma shouted, watching as other the Blue Clansmen were in the middle of fighting jungle's Strains.
"Shit, shit!" the Yata muttered furiously under his breath, PDA unlocking, and Yuuma speed dialed Anna.
"Little King!" he said once he saw that the call had connected, "This is bad, really bad! Get Mika-oba!"
"Yuuma?" Kushina Anna's soft voice responded, "Understood."
"Yuu-chan, what's going on?" Munakata Mika came on, and Yuuma could feel that the Red Clansman was getting nervous.
"Get the rest of HOMRA. King's gone missing, Nori said that Shiraki snatched her with his Strain power," Yuuma reported quickly, "We need more support. Get everyone, hurry!"
"Right. Anna, we need to go," Mika's voice faded out, talking to the younger woman, and the call disconnected.
Yuuma bit his lip, looking around the courtyard.
They couldn't fail this mission.
They just couldn't.
Red started seeping into his vision, the agitation and confusion mixing into a troubling mass of emotions.
"No Blood," he started HOMRA's mantra, his voice coming out roughly, "No bone."
Red aura leaked out from his body, the tenseness resonating in his bones.
"NO ASH!" Yuuma screamed, and the aura came out in a burst, both blue and red mixing together into a deadly combination of hot and cold.
He vaguely recognized Nori yelling for him, and the rest of Saber Squad 1 was running around and fighting off the Green Clansmen in a clash of blue and green, aura getting thrown around and destroying the ground and surrounding buildings.
Snapping out of his frozen state, Yuuma dug into his pocket to find his collapsible staff, red aura solidifying on the wooden surface in a surge of flame.
Yuuma started running again, red clouding his mind as he started fighting back, uncaring of the damage and destruction he was bringing.
Bones crunched from getting whacked by the aura strengthened staff, and he could vaguely hear the cries of pain from the Greens.
He didn't care if he was going to accidentally kill them, and he didn't know how far he was going to go.
Meanwhile, Nori had started to go into his own panic attack, the power in him thrumming tight as a wire.
Katsumi herself was becoming overwhelmed with the emotions of panic and anger, trying to keep her grip on her Strain power.
Not to mention, Yuuma had started to leak red aura, and it was only making them all more agitated. The aura that connected them acted as a sort of feedback loop, and with the rate Yuuma was going, he was going to drive them all mad with anger and desperation.
Yuuma didn't hear the screaming, and only sort of recognized the presence of HOMRA.
"No blood! No bone! No ash!" the red Clansmen shouted, their anger at their beloved King's sister getting snatched by such a nefarious deviant clear in their cries.
"No blood! No bone! NO ASH!" the young Yata responded to the shouting and the stomping, the mash of anger and worry becoming an overwhelming tsunami of hatred.
Yuuma singled out a Clansman that wasn't fighting, his staff spinning between his fingers before he started fighting four at the same time.
His vision shifted into a mindless hyper-focus, dodging swinging fists and shielding against bullets that some of the jungle clansmen shot at him.
The ground was slowly becoming littered with shells, the red aura warping the metal so there were puddles of silver seeping into the concrete.
There was no time to think, no time to plan, only react, and that made Yuuma leak even more aura, making his surroundings almost boil with his rage.
His King wasn't there.
Aneko wasn't here.
His big sister, the one who protected him his whole life, who had taken care of him when his own parents were too busy, was missing.
He wanted them all to burn.
He wanted them all to suffer.
Yuuma wanted them to know his anger.
A scream had started building in his throat as his staff snapped other's bones, the sickening cracks not even reaching through the blood pounding in his ears.
The man didn't know how long he was fighting.
He didn't know how many opposing Clansmen crumpled under his attacks.
There was no time to stop, and it felt like he was burning in his own rage.
Yata Misaki was worried. He arrived at the battleground that was surrounding Mihashira Tower, and he saw his son start beating the jungle Strains into a bloody mess of broken bones and torn clothing.
Even more worrying, he noted that the younger man wasn't even using his knives, which meant that Yuuma was just fighting on autopilot.
"NO BLOOD! NO BONE! NO ASH!" was the unrelenting mantra of HOMRA, and Misaki could feel that his son's Strain power was overwhelming their rationality.
It was also affecting the Blue Clansmen, the honorable SCEPTER 4 Saber Squad 1 using tactics they normally avoided.
Forget this place being a mere battlefield.
Forget this fight was just one battle.
This was a war.
jungle had finally broken all the lines that they shouldn't have crossed.
What the hell were the Green and Grey Kings thinking?!
Stealing away another Clan's King?
Taking away their youngest?
It was almost like they wanted to die.
Misaki skated on his board, knocking some Clansmen off their feet.
Saruhiko had also come out, the normally stoic black-haired man holding a thunderous expression with a crease in his brow.
And was that...Munakata Reishi?
The Ex-Blue King was riding his motorcycle, and even though he was pushing the limits of it, he narrowly avoided warring Clansmen.
"Captain's Dad!" Nori screamed out, relief coloring the SIC of the King's voice.
"Focus, Nori-san!" Katsumi ordered, the blonde fighting back five jungle clansmen at the same time.
Back-to-back, the Lieutenant and Third in Command of Saber Squad 1 was fighting like a well-oiled machine, pushing back the dozens of jungle clansmen running around them.
Katsumi's hair band had fallen out with all the movement, her blond hair flicking in the air while she sliced blue aura into the air with her saber.
Blue aura came from everywhere, and green bolts of Green aura also smashed into it, the electric aura snapping and heating whenever they hit a shield of blue aura. The Red aura was also burning brightly, and the scent of ozone permeated the air.
Time had no meaning at this point.
Yuuma didn't know how many people he had beaten up, only aware that there were enemies running around.
He was like a storm of rage, and the red aura had burnt into the asphalt he was now fighting on, the black tarred material melting from the heat of his rage.
Aneko was missing!
He'd kill them all!
The fighting had eventually slowed when the Green clansmen that were unable to escape Yuuma's wrath were littering the streets.
"Yuuma!" Misaki demanded, throwing himself into the fray his son was in the center of, "Snap out of it!"
A strangled scream boiled out of Yuuma's throat, and the older hazel eyed man knew that Yuuma wasn't recognizing friend from foe.
"Saru, help me!" a desperate cry came from Misaki, almost frantically waving down his husband so they could stop him from destroying everything.
Saruhiko nodded and started to throw some of his dozens of knives into the air.
Yuuma spun his staff, knocking many of them askew and harmlessly into the molten tar that was under his feet.
Both SCEPTER 4 clansmen threw themselves into a clash of blades, Yuuma finally snatching some out of his sleeves.
Misaki acted as backup, his own staff snapping at the younger man's, loud clacking coming from each collision.
Yuuma couldn't stop fighting, not with his aura and his Strain abilities egging him on.
His power revolved around the heightening of emotions, most of them negative and destructive.
Unlike Katsumi, he could influence others, which made them deadly in their own right.
Since he was both connected with HOMRA and SCEPTER 4 clansmen, it only made things worse, a feedback loop so strong that it made them blind to the damage they wrought.
Metal slid off metal, sparks flying from the aura fueled blows.
Precious minutes were ticking by, and if Yuuma continued, even more of Tokyo would be destroyed.
"LEAVE ME ALONE!" Yuuma shrieked, his voice gruffly straining and cracking at the loud volume, "THEY GOTTA PAY!"
"Snap out of it, brat!" Saruhiko turned to dodge a thrown knife, the blade careening straight into a building and melting the brick.
Yuuma's father and dad were pushing their limits, the Ex-Red King's aura becoming more unwieldy by the second, and Saruhiko wasn't faring much better.
It took another ten minutes to finally subdue Yuuma, with the man flying into a building and finally becoming unconscious, his Strain ability abruptly shutting off when he went under.
Saruhiko wasted no time in restraining his son, closing aura and Strain resistant handcuffs around his wrists with a heavy heart as the metal clicked into place.
Misaki didn't look much better, his son's knives cutting up his hoodie and making many of the tears in it. It was hanging half off him due to a long slash that cut into the back of the hoodie, the hood hanging on by an inch of cloth.
Bloody lines marked his tan skin, smearing with every heave of his chest.
"I'm sorry," Misaki apologized, finally, making Saruhiko snap his attention to his husband, "I couldn't stop him alone."
"What? Don't be stupid, Misaki. It's not like you didn't try," the other man dismissed, looking down at the unconscious body of their son.
Yuuma looked so young, like this.
The war with jungle left its mark on him, and Saruhiko could see the slight bags that darkened the area under his son's eyes.
This war was going on for too long.
Four years since Kokujōji-sama had passed away, leaving the Dresden Slate defenseless.
Six years since Totsuka Tatara had been murdered at the hands of the Colorless King.
Five years since Munakata Aneko was handed the Crown of the Fourth Blue King of SCEPTER 4.
Three years since this whole war begun.
He was just so tired.
They were all just tired.
The fighting had been going on for far too long, and he felt much, much older than his forty-four years.
As for Misaki, the former Red King's eyes were downcast, his chest still heaving with exertion.
None of them were as young as they used to be, and with the rate that this was going, the world might be destroyed before the Green Clan was defeated.
The cleanup was going slowly, and it seemed that even though the Red and Blue Clans were fighting harder than ever before, no one had died.
However, there were many of jungle's Clansmen that had to be taken to the hospital, and SCEPTER 4's holding cells were going to be filled with Clansmen who weren't in critical condition.
The whole place was a mess, with both melting brick and asphalt, torn and slashed buildings crumbling slightly because of the storm of attacks that had popped off in the somewhat small area.
Blue Clansmen were taking stock of the injured, and HOMRA was starting to calm down, their tempers all cutting off at the same time when Yuuma went unconscious.
Misaki bit his lip, before they were approached by Munakata Reishi.
"Saruhiko-kun, Yata-kun, how is Yuuma-kun doing?" the ex-Blue King addressed them, the men looking between each other with a worried expression.
"Not good," Misaki mumbled, the smears of red wiping away with the remains of his hoodie, "Yuuma…the kid is basically wrecked."
Saruhiko had taken stock of Yuuma's condition, finding that while his son was physically fine, his forehead was burning up.
"We need to get him to a doctor," he spoke up, meeting Misaki's gaze.
"Yeah," he nodded absently, worry setting on his brow. "Let's go."
This was a shitshow, and the Tea Table Alliance was going to need to figure out how to move forward.
End Note: Essentially Yuuma goes absolute apeshit.