Author's Note: Third chapter up! Let me know what you think in a review!
(I remember a time when)
The world was on fire
-Face Down-
"Falling asleep in someone's bar is quite rude, you know."
The annoyed voice caught the teen's attention and they lifted their head, blinking sleepily. Through hazy eyes they could see the outline of a person but the light was to their back and made it difficult to see. The silhouette bent down and held out a hand. The small figure tried to shrink back from the outstretched limb.
"I'm not going to hurt ya. Just thought that if you were going to doze off, you may want to at least be on more comfortable seating," the voice continued, and the outline shifted slightly. The individual curled on the floor let out a whimper. The owner of the voice sighed.
"Mikoto, would you mind coming here for a second?" A man rose slowly to his feet at the calling and sauntered over lazily, taking his own sweet time. The gold eyes locked on the crouched figure and let out a groan.
"What now?" he grumbled then narrowed his yellow eyes. "Wait. Izumo, are you seeing what I am…?" The question trailed off, leaving it open to interpretation. The bartender let out a sound of agreement.
"Yup. Never told us you had any family around here," Izumo stated, eyes still on the intruder. The Red King frowned.
"I don't," he replied. "Don't have any siblings either." The blond next to him suddenly looked confused.
"Then why does she look so much like you?" Now the question was out and neither knew the answer. The figure cowered deeper into the dim corner. Suoh shrugged.
"Coincidence?"
The redhead yawned, already losing interest in the newcomer. Izumo offered his hand one more time to the girl but she only pulled away, shaking excessively. The blond shook his head and headed back to the bar counter. The Red King sauntered over to the couch and sat down. A few minutes later, he was asleep. Izumo picked up a rag, starting his nightly routine of cleaning the bar. He wiped down the counter and moved on to grab a broom that was leaning on the wall, only to realize out of the corner of his eye that the figure had moved. The eyes behind the purple tinted sunglasses watched as the small teen tiptoed cautiously over to the couch. She stared at Suoh for a heartbeat then laid down and curled up on the empty couch next to him. Izumo smiled.
"Looks like you have another fan, Mikoto."
It's... so warm…