I woke up gasping and shaking while nervously looking around me; I was in the hospital again. great. I rubbed my eyes and sat up.
"was I just having a nightmare?" I asked myself while glaring down at the iv.
it couldn't of been a nightmare, I remember everything now. I remember when and how I lost my memories; I was driving back to my house on a dark rainy day when all of a sudden a small pink cat ran into the middle of the road while carrying an umbrella. I swerved around it; causing a truck to ram into the back of the car. I did a 90° spin before the car flipped over and screeched down the pavement and came to a stop upside down. the very last thing that I remember is the cat crawling through the smashed window.
"a.. strain...?" I whispered confused, pulling out the iv. was that who Hayley was talking about? she mentioned someone named neko... my eyes widened. i knew Hayley before I lost my memories, and she's the one who gave them back to me. I met her a few days before the crash; she was the most powerful strain I had ever met, and the youngest.
I pushed the 'get-your-ass-over-here-nurse' button and continued to go through my memories. I used to have a clan member, her name was tora. when I first met her she seemed dark and mysterious and often stayed quiet. her hair was blond with black tips and she always wore a black hoodie and combat boots. when we started talking she immediately knew that I was the fifth king and said she knew all about me. she knew how I oftenly deceived people, how I never trusted anyone, how I practically hated everyone. so in order to avoid being deceived and hated, she would join me and share my powers. we became great friends after that, always by each others side no matter what. from then on she swore her loyalty to me and I trusted her with all my heart... but I was betrayed.
"excuse me dear." the nurse was standing by my bed with her hand on my shoulder.
"yea sorry.." I mumbled, pulling my shoulder out from under her hand. "I want to leave."
she stood still while shaking her head, "oh no hun, I'm sorry. you can't leave just yet. the doctors say you should stay another ni-" I grabbed her shirt and pulled her close to my face.
"let me leave now and I won't have to gouge your eyes out of their sockets." I pushed her away as she nodded.
"y-yes I'll go sign you out right now.." she had one foot out the door before I called her back in.
"but before you do that, go get me some clothes." i demanded while looking down at the hospital gown i was wearing. she nodded again then hurried out the door.
I have no idea in hell where she got them from, but the short girly dress and black buckle boots she gave me made me want to puke. I was walking to my old house I had forgotten about, when suddenly I felt myself being lifted into the air then hugged tightly from behind. I kicked at the person's knees.
"let go!" I ordered coldly while trying to get away.
"sorry.. rosetta kuro." I heard a familiar voice snicker behind me. I turned around and my vision went blurry for a minute while more memories came back.
"yata..?" I asked slightly confused.
"yea... are you okay?" he held my shoulders and looked into my eyes. "you passed out in the middle of the road last week.. you've been in the hospital ever since." I looked over at a couple sitting on a bench together while holding hands.
"oh.. nice." I said only half-listening to him. he waved his hand in front of my face while saying something, but I ignored him and continued walking to my house. I could hear him call my name as I walked away, and my heart was aching while I did but I needed to figure out everything that's been happening to me lately.
the house was big and expensive looking, and it took forever to walk to. it was surrounded by forest and the front lawn looked like it hadn't been mown in weeks. I walked up the porch steps and tried to open the door. it was locked and I obviously didn't have the key in my back pocket anymore. I decided to just kick down the door and fix it later. the inside looked amazing, but super dark. all the wallpaper was black and red, while the carpets were black as well. the chandelier hanging in the center of the living room was golden with diamonds hanging from the ends. the furniture was either red or black, and behind them hung tons of paintings and portraits. but I've already seen them houndreds of times before, when me and my parents lived here. I went up the stairs and into my room; walking around while picking things up to look at. I made my way to my closet and changed into a pair of white skinny jeans, a dark blue t-shirt with my insignia stitched below the right shoulder and a pair of black shoes. my insignia is just a simple black line that when placed onto, for example, an arm, it would wrap all the way around it horizontally. it could also be placed vertically if someone wanted it like that. tora's was on her left wrist.
I still haven't explained why I hate hospitals and needles so much, and why I live alone, and why I've hated everyone for most of my life. so I'll tell you. before i was born, my father married the original black king. she was the women version of satan, while my father was kind and did whatever she wanted because of his love for her. soon after they married they had me. my mother desperately wanted a baby boy and was heart broken when she found out she was having a girl. but she had me anyways, despising my very existence the moment she held me in her arms for the first time. what really made her hate me was the fact that i had no uterus. she wanted to let the government use me as a medical testing subject, but my father refused. he was always kind to me when I was little, taking me for piggy back rides around the house and other such things, but my mother ignored me. when I turned three years old my father finally gave in to my mothers wish and handed me over to the government. I stayed there for seven years, being injected with a different medication every other day. some of them had no side effects, while others had severe ones. I wasn't the only child they were testing on, but I was Dr. Blind's favorite. his name wasn't really Dr. Blind, I just called him that because of his super thick glasses he always wore. I was let outside twice a month and was occasionally allowed to talk to the other children. we were given numbers to be called by, mine was 0172. they said the lower your number, the greater chance you had of surviving during your stay. when i was there i met a girl, 1383 they called her. she was fairly new and i could often hear her crying in the room next to mine. i would try to comfort her by talking to her and telling her everything would be okay. a few days later Dr. Blind said that she had died, and on that day something in me just snapped. on my tenth birthday they sent me back home under my dad's requests, but I was completely different when I came back. my mental state was terrible and I had grown to loathe both of my parents, especially my father, believe it or not. I hated the way he would do anything for my mother, just because of love. two years later my mother spoke to me for what seemed to be the first time.
"rosetta. you being alive right now is completely pointless and disgusts me to an even greater extent each time I look at you. your inability to reproduce will lead you to a lonely life which you most certainly deserve." she had said to me one night. when I was fourteen they were both murdered by a gang who called themselves, "the faceless". they always wore plain white masks when doing business. the majority of the gang dismembered afterwards, but some still stayed and held a grudge.
I've been staying at the house for a couple of days now, and yesterday I found a stash of money in my father's old suitcase he always hid behind his dresser. there was about fifteen grand in the damn thing.
but let's go completely off topic and talk about my black aura and abilities that come with it. the first thing that you should know is that I'm not actually the black king, but the green king. but since my mother hated the color, she called herself the black king instead. she did all of this after killing Nagare Hisui, the green king at the time. his clansmen revolted and formed the gang that would soon murder her and my father years later. even though I was the new king, all of the old members refused to accept me. but enough about that, my abilities enable me to induce electricity and manipulate all physics, enabling me to perform tasks such as phasing through solid objects or stand on the side of buildings. I can manipulate matter and make objects move with a flick of a finger.
I heard the doorbell chime as i explored the rest of my rooms in my pajamas, then quickly ran to my room and threw a hoodie and skinny jeans on while running down the stairs.
"yes..?" I asked while opening the door. two members of the faceless slightly looked down at me for a moment before laughing hysterically. one of them removed their mask, reveiling her pale face and short black hair.
"you're not the green king. you're too short." she laughed again while slapping her partners side; who was also taking off his mask. "yea, would ya mind tellin us where the green king rosetta's at?" I felt my eyebrow twitch from annoyance.
"this is she." I said while crossing my arms. they both looked at each other before laughing again.
"honey that's cute an all but we gotta talk to the real king, ya see.." the guy said while twirling his mask around his finger. "..its kinda urgent." I slammed my fist on the door and glarred at them.
"I am the green king."
the guy scratched the back of his head, "I mean, you sure? cause you're pretty young lookin for a king, ya know?" the girl raised her hand up to silence him while taking a step closer to me.
"well in that case.. we'll just eliminate you right here then." she slipped her mask back over her face while pulling a gun out from under her coat and pointing it at me. I raised an eyebrow and crossed my arms again.
"eliminate me? for what? what did I do?" I asked while tapping my foot. she stood still for a second before turning to her partner for help.
"don't act like ya don't know. we're here to end the bloodline that murdered Nagare Hisui." he said while pulling his mask back on.
"why?" I asked while eyeing the girl holding the gun.
"well ya know, like, revenge reasons and stuff. duh." he said while carefully rolling his coat sleeves up. I rolled my eyes.
"no, I mean what did I do. not my crazy parents, me." he looked over at his partner while she did the same,
"well.. ya gotta pay for all your parents crimes." he said while looking back at me. the girl slowly lowered her gun and put it back in her coat.
"no, she's done nothing. nothing that we know of anyways." she turned around, "we'll leave you for now." she pulled her partner off the porch and disappeared into the forest.
"I guess I'll have to get used to that from now on.." I sighed.
I decided to go out for a bit, shopping and stuff. I wore a beanie and my black hoodie with dark skinny jeans and my black nike stefan janoski's. I rode my skateboard through the back allyways and passed by a group mugging a guy. I stopped to watch and see how it turned out. the groups leader told the rest of the group to "kick him till he starts talkin" and they did. the guy covered his head with his arms.
"o-okay! I'll talk..!" they all went quiet as the guy stood up and brushed himself off. "i didn't m-mean to, it was an accident I swear..!" one of the guys yelled out bullshit and attempted to punch him, but the leader grabbed his arm.
"if you're not gonna tell us the truth..." he pulled out a pistol and pointed it at him, "...then you don't need to waste any more of our time."
the guy backed up and stuttered, "i-im not lying I swear! it was an accident!"
he pulled the trigger and sent the guy falling backwards onto the ground. he lowered the gun to his side, "hotako, raiden, throw the peice of shit in a dumpster or something." two men walked towards the body and started dragging it down the ally. I stepped onto my board ready to leave when the leader suddenly yelled out to me.
"hey you! where do you think you're goin?" I skated over to him slowly; he was tall and muscular, his hair was black and spikey and he wore all black.
"that's none of your business." I said coldly while glaring up at him. he studied my face for a minute before his eyes widened.
"I know you..! you're the fifth king! ...the lonely king." he mocked with a smirk.
I rolled my eyes, "oh please, you act as if I don't know myself." he laughed and set his hand on my shoulder.
"ive heard that the faceless plan to kill you. it'd be nice to have a clan to back you up, don't you think?" his face looked sympathetic. the rest of the group was standing to the side, closely listening. "you see.. my people listen to me well, and if I told them to listen and respect you; they would. of course I know that It would cost my leadership over them, but if that's what it takes to be stronger.. then so be it." he smiled. I couldn't tell if he was being serious or just trying to use me, and it was making me mad. I knew I couldn't lend out my trust to just anyone, and I refuse to start now. I shook his hand off my shoulder.
"I'll have to pass. if you're looking to get stronger go to the gym or something, you won't use me as a short cut." I started to ride away when suddenly I felt my arm being pulled back.
"honestly I expected you to be a little more open to the idea of allies. akio's the name, if you decide to change your mind." he let go of my arm and walked away with the rest of the group.
I sighed and continued to skate out of the ally. I passed kuma's apartment building before skating to the mall. i stopped and turned around, soon standing on the sidewalk while looking up at it. akio was right about the allies thing, I needed them. ever since I got my memories back I remembered the red king, mikoto, had a gang type of clan that included kumo, izumo, eric, anna and yata, and more. ever since he died homra split up, which sort of explains the letter I found in yata's room. I thought about them joining my clan, but I knew they would never respect me, let alone take me seriously.. I didn't despise scepter four like most of them did, either. I don't exactly associate with the other kings as much as I probably should. I've only talked to the gold king, and that was when he invited me for dinner after my parent's deaths. he talked a lot about wanting to help and protect me from the faceless, as they were ruthless and had a deep admiration for their fallen king. other than him I never really made contact with the other kings, so most people don't recognize me as the fifth king because of my lack of involvement.