Disclaimer: K anime is not mine. Let's move on.
Note: Sorry for a very late update… I get too busy playing with new Intuos 5, hehehe…when I realize it, a month has passed. I'm truly sorry! But this is the longest chapter ever, so please forgive me? Be warned, I switch POV a lot in this chapter, since there are too many groups! And a lot of Fushimi/Yata and MikoRei, so hope some of you are pleased. XD
The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, it's indifference. The opposite of faith is not heresy, it's indifference. And the opposite of life is not death, it's indifference. - Elie Wiesel
Daikaku put his hands in his sleeves as he sat on the small pillow with a full set of tea ceremony in front of him untouched, while closing his eyes as if he was meditating. Nevertheless, a frown was apparent with thin creases between his furrowed brows. As one of the first generation of Kings, he had poured all his wisdom and dignity to bring peace to the whole country of Japan since he would not abandon his duty as a King, just like a certain friend he had longed to meet. The weight of the world on his shoulder was heavy, but he took pride in his commitment.
And yet, he could not even spare extra patience toward the young generations. They were careless, hasty to make decisions, selfish to the core. He had seen various examples of immature Kings, abusing their gifts and responsibilities like a new toy to play and utilize it for such trivial matter. Their worlds were much smaller in scope, compared to what he had in his vision. The power of the King was so tremendous, that it was a given that a King should shoulder his divine duty of the humanity, instead of their own tiny world.
He had put a hope on the young Blue King with his brilliant mind and reliability, yet Munakata Reishi also fell from his grace in the end. He used his supremacy trying to save HOMRA, and ended up meeting his own demise. His emotion took the best of him, and instead of preferring public order, the Blue King decided to save a member of Red Clan, and possibly the Red King, in exchange of his wellbeing. It would be a great loss to lose his grasp on the Third King due to his tremendous offensive Aura, but it would be better to lose an important pawn than to lose the whole game. If he had to speak his mind, he was disappointed by Blue King's judgment. Youth and inexperience were always the reasons for young Kings' downfall.
Nevertheless, he would give high opinion for Scepter 4 for taking the matter of handling HOMRA all these years without objection; or to be precise, Blue King's inconvenience in compromising with the current Red King. Suoh Mikoto was like a wild lion. Once his den was disturbed, it would wreck the whole forest, and it would pay no heed to anything else until it ran out of energy. Trying to control such a ticking bomb without killing him in the process was nevertheless quite a difficult, if not straining, task to accomplish. In his inner mind, he praised the young Captain of Scepter 4 for being able to constrain the Red King with minimal, inevitable casualties. There might be involvement of natural affection between them that improved the stability of Red King, but he would shut his eyes and pretend not to notice the obvious if no problem arose from that affiliation.
Among all Auras, Red Aura is the most devastating and hardest to control, always screaming for chaos. Daikaku always pitied the chosen Red King since they often checked out of this world too soon, after spending their life to keep the Aura from leaking out or charring the King's own soul when suppressed for prolonged period. His compassion extended even to current King, Suoh Mikoto. He could see how hard the man fought against his own Aura, trying to keep it down as much as he could, probably for the sake of his Clansmen. Among all Red Kings, he was still considerably most passive. Thus, Daikaku often averted his eyes away and overlooked the reports whenever trivial problems in public order arose due to Red King's involvement.
But apparently, now the Red King had lost his temper and just decided to disrupt the peace and his behavior was beyond justifiable. Just a moment ago, there was an explosion in the lobby and while the tremor itself would not worry him, Daikaku could not forgive such an offending act for bursting a part of his house into dust, despite all possible reasons. He could sense the trace of Red Aura from the detonation site. His fists clenched in fury, overwhelmed by his emotion for the disrespect he had been awarded for everything he had done. With Munakata out of duty, he had no option but to handle such a trivial matter himself. Nonetheless, it was his duty as an adult to punish a child's mischief, and he decided that this was the appropriate time to enforce some respect toward elder, even if by brute force.
He stood up and started to walk toward the sliding door, and a pair of Gold Clansmen wearing the raven robes swiftly opened the exit for him while kneeling on the wooden floor. Daikaku regally strolled to the hallway, without sparing a glance to his subordinates, "Come. Alert the security team to halt the Red Clan and command the perception manipulation team to reboot. It shall gain time to confuse his underlings." His golden eyes hardened to the distance, "I will personally face the Red King." The two rabbit guards bowed before him and vanished into thin air.
"Suoh Mikoto, hast thou finally become a foe?" Daikaku snarled as he made his path to his private elevator with crossed arms in front of his chest.
Kusanagi took a long drag of his cigarette before he threw it to the nearest stub on a trash bin, which was the only thing preserved from previous explosion on the lobby and he scanned around with devastated look. "Whoa, that looks bad than I have originally thought." He glanced to his king and gave a short, weak chuckle, "I don't think the Gold King will forgive you for this, even with an apology, boss."
The front gate of the lobby had long vanished with traces of shattered glass, broken vases and the whole wall, which was originally painted in gold-colored glowing dragons, was now charred black. Several pillars were into the piling dirt, with the roof still crumbling down with gray dust. Nevertheless the building was well-built to Kusanagi's amazement. Even with major loss of the supporting pillars, it did not even sway or show the sign of further deterioration. It seemed that this building would be the sole building that survived nuclear war.
Mikoto only stared back and ignored his best friend's comment and nonchalantly progressed into inside without being careful of his foot ground. Anna made a short run to catch up with Mikoto and grabbed his hand as they walked side by side. The bartender slapped his forehead and shrugged as he followed his king. Only Totsuka was kind enough to spare him sympathy and smiled at him almost apologetically. In contrary to his reaction, the young vanguard and his friends seemed to be in awe as he saw the result of Mikoto's power. "Wow! Look at this place! As expected from Mikoto-san!" Kusanagi could only sigh resignedly but only Totsuka whirled around and started to give them a brief lecture to the young men, "Now that won't do. We may have to use force, but if we can avoid it, it will be better! Look at these art pieces! Considering they belong to Gold King, they must be all original. Do you have any idea how much this will charge Kusanagi for damage cost?"
The bartender snapped his head, perplexed, "Me!? I can't pay all these!"
"Don't you think that the Gold King will enforce the bill on us as compensation?" Totsuka added and effectively made Kusanagi clammed up with distressed look.
Listening to Totsuka almost evaporated his fighting spirit already, if not knocking him back to reality, thus Yata only sighed and climbed up the stairs to the lobby as he muttered to his friends, "You heard him. Don't destroy anything if we can avoid it." The rest of Red Clan almost felt disappointed instantly, for not being able to wield their flame power to their heart content. "Totsuka, you're such a mood killer." They all sulked and started to walk inside.
The blond only laughed without a hint of being remorseful about it as the Red Clansmen went passed through him. "Well, I'm the only one who is weak and can only use his head to tell you off. King is too busy with his business. And I don't want any of you to get hurt. Be careful, Yata."
The red vanguard glanced back and nodded with his skateboard in his left arm as he answered calmly. "Leave it to me." The rest of them grinned at him and energetically rushed up inside the lobby to inner building. "Don't worry, Totsuka! We'll get that culprit so he can't hurt you anymore!"
The blond put his arms in his waist and sighed with a relieved smile. He was so proud of his family. They might be reckless with excessive vigor and power, but their unity was absolutely unbreakable. Kusanagi waited up with him and chuckled for the youngster had accomplished, "It's difficult to control these kids, huh?"
"Well, King is such a doting father; he won't be strict with them unless things are bad enough." Totsuka shrugged carelessly and turned his head toward him when he heard the bartender softly laughed. "What?"
"You sound like you are their mother." Kusanagi hid his smile behind his hand, but amusement was transparent in his face. The shorter blond joined him laughing. "No thanks, I can't be held responsible for so many kids. Speaking of which, how about the Blue King? He has lots of children too, refined even." Totsuka gave a meaningful, secretive look, but his eyes twinkled with mischief.
The bartender gave him a disdained look and shuddered involuntarily. "You scared me. He is more like a stepmother or a mother-in-law."
The blond started to walk pass through him and giggled airily, "That's mean, Kusanagi. Let's go, shall we?" Kusanagi started to take out another cigarette from his pocket, lighting it up with his lighter and followed the younger blond.
"I have the confirmation of HOMRA's movement!" Hidaka ran in hurry, nearly knocking the nearby furniture as he dashed while holding a report paper to Seri. The blonde lieutenant glanced back from her shoulder, putting a halt on Fushimi's verbal report in the middle.
Seri let her subordinate to catch his breath, panting heavily before her before she replied him with a smile. "Yes, I have heard it personally from Fushimi. I will lead the emergency squad and we will leave this instant."
Hidaka took a peek through Seri's shoulder and met the usual grumpy, highly proficient third commander in rank typed furiously on his PDA and organized the team in light speed. "Whoa, Fushimi, how do you find it out so fast?" The latter only replied him with a short glance and little nod before he walked away from them politely to make a call.
Seri tapped on the almond-eyes officer and made a gesture to follow her to the other direction. "Come on, Hidaka. We have no time to waste." Hidaka threw a last look at the raven-haired commander making a call before he turned around on his heel and followed Seri obediently. Despite being a woman, Seri's striding pace was too fast that Hidaka found himself half-running to go after her.
"Be prepared for battle. I need surveillance and medic teams within area in next 15 minutes. Fushimi had inquired the police department for assistance to secure the perimeter within 10 km and evacuate the citizen in the area." Seri pushed the paperwork on her hand to his chest. "I've signed all the necessary document following our normal procedures; we will proceed and head off in five minutes."
Hidaka scrambled on the nearly falling papers in his arms while trying to keep up with Seri. "Where are we heading out, Lieutenant?"
Seri halted immediately, and if not for his reflex, he would have hit his nose on her back. She tilted her head a little, but not enough for him to get a good look at her expression while she was answering him. "We will follow the HOMRA to Sir Daikaku Kokujoji's residence." An eerie pause entered the hallway. Getting no response she expected, Seri moved on and made her way to her office to retrieve her beloved sword as she whispered under her breath. "Four kings in one place…This is the first time in history."
It finally dawned on Hidaka when the mahogany door to Seri's office was shut before him and he screamed in panic in the empty passage, "Ehh!?"
"Whoa…this place is totally a mess." Isana rambled airily in low voice, looking around the place in awe as they sneaked around to get inside the Gold King's residence by using Neko's ability to obscure their presence through the swarm of policemen holding up the barrier line and the front line group of Red Clan. Apparently HOMRA was getting prepared for an ambush that they were too focused in guarding the front, and missing a small spot from the sideline of the entrance. "I wonder if this is caused by Red King." Neko shifted closer to him and carefully watched her feet, wary of the glass shards and wood splinters all around the place until they had hidden behind a dark wall with veiled tunnel.
Kuroh quickly pushed them to the black passageway after he had confirmed that they were not being discovered while several men walked around on the lobby with a metallic bat on their shoulders, keeping watch. Once he had closed the obscured flipping door, Kuroh sighed heavily and made a gesture to make them stepping forward. "I think so. The damage is too severe for a normal bombing unless they use tons of explosive simultaneously. I have evaluated the debris on the floor, and I cannot smell anything chemical to cause normal detonation."
"Hmm…this area is impossibly big. Where this tunnel will end up, I wonder?" Isana suggestively questioned, almost as if he was asking himself while he kept moving forward with Neko tugging on his hem of black jacket, glancing back and forth anxiously.
Kuroh sneaked a glance at the white-haired student through Neko's head. "I still cannot figure why the culprit leads the Red Clan here. I can't imagine he could hide under the nose of Gold King all this time, so he must have sneaked in as well."
Isana put his finger under his chin, contemplating seriously. "I think he wants to create chaos here for some reason. Well, we better keep moving now."
Kuroh nodded in agreement though none of them could see it with the lack of light inside the tunnel. "Just be careful and don't bump your head or stumble on your feet." He even emphasized his words with a hard pat on Neko's head that gained him a cute pout from the cherry-haired strain. Isana replied with a soft laugh and he turned around to give a mocking salute to Kuroh inside the small tunnel. "Yes, mom!"
Like usual, his behavior was insulting but somehow Isana's innocent smile made Kuroh felt a nagging fluttering butterflies in his stomach. He quickly snapped, trying to hide his slight blush to his ears and pretend to be angry at him, "Stop being absurd!"
"Finally we get into the surveillance room." Kusanagi sighed as he flopped down on a vacant chair in front of the monitor. He looked down at the unconscious Gold Clansmen on the floor apologetically. 'Sorry, but we need to find that guy soon.' When Anna got herself comfortable on a seat next to Totsuka, Mikoto walked to Kusanagi and tapped his shoulder. The bartender glanced back at him from the monitor and asked wonderingly in chorus with the other blond, "Mikoto?" The Red King only replied with a silent nod and turned around as he announced his leaving mutely. The young Anna looked tempted to tug on the edge of Mikoto's jacket, but she hesitated at last, letting her King to be alone. Totsuka patted on her head gently with a smile, "King will be alright. He is quite powerful, isn't he?" The young strain nodded with her head down, but her melancholy had faded from her petite face.
Kusanagi flipped open his phone and put it to his ear after dialing a number, "Yata? Yeah, keep looking out okay? Blues will certainly come anytime soon, and we can't have them wrecking the party. We have enough crowds here already." A pause. "Well, I don't think they will back down peacefully, so just keep them busy as much as you can. Be careful."
The monitor screens flickered as they kept switching to various points of view in most corner of Gold King's residence. Kusanagi cracked his stiff fingers while leaning back on the chair, "Well, time to work. Let's find the mouse, shall we?"
"Lieutenant, they have infiltrated to the monitor room and take full control over the security system." Fushimi nonchalantly reported to his communication device on his ear while the rest of surveillance teams were typing furiously on the computer keyboard. Across the road where their van had parked, Seri stood quietly, observing the Gold King's quarters from the front, which had been charred to dust. In a glance, Seri could name the culprit already at the handiwork and they never failed to surprise her with their brute forces.
"Do you think you can take over their security control, Fushimi?" Seri crossed her arms under her bosoms, keeping a watch from crumbling door at the base of the highest authority of Japan. She tilted her head up to stare at the tall twin tower. Nevertheless, from the ground beneath the building, she could not make out its top. She only had ever accompanied her King up to her current spot, thus she never figured out how much floors the whole building had. With Fushimi's hacking skill, it would be a matter of time before they could get the blue print of the building, at least in general, because as far as rumor said, this building was erected with various secret chamber and pathway. For worse, there were several strains among Gold King's Clansmen possessing the power of sensory manipulation like the strain that currently tagging along with the suspect of Colorless King and Black Dog, especially skilled to drift any intruder inside the giant maze.
She whirled around on her heels and observed the surrounding. They had worked fast and within 15 minutes, the citizens nearby had been evacuated and the whole area had been barricaded with yellow police line. The district was almost entirely deserted, with only theScepter 4 remained inside the perimeter and outside from Gold King's territory. However, considering that this place might turn into a clashing battlefield with four kings inside (three effective kings in combat), she had requested for wider blockade neighborhood but it would take time to accomplish for the security department.
Seri could only pray that something with the scale like Kagutsu Crater would not occur, especially in the middle of bustling city with several skyscrapers structures encircling Gold King's dwelling. It would be a terrible loss, considering they would lose a major, vital district from political aspects and the damage would cost quite a fortune of the whole country. And she would be obliged to her duty to see such diplomatic end.
She shivered a bit when a sudden gust blew through her. Her short skirt scarcely covered her bare legs and during this turnover interlude of season, she wished that she had worn her stocking before she went for HQ in the morning. The sky was unearthly gray without lightning though a tint of sunrays was still hazily visible behind the clouds. The season had changed and winter was almost at their front door. Now they only had to wait for the first snowflake to fall in exchange of autumn leaves, to speak the volume that the chilling winter had just arrived.
When she was still in daze, Fushimi had climbed off the van and walked to her side. "We have the blue print, lieutenant and though I'm confident it is within my ability to hijack their security, I would not be able to accompany you to the dispatched team."
Seri gave a curt nod and held out her PDA to him. "It's okay, come with me, Fushimi. We need more capable people in securing the quarter against HOMRA. Send to my PDA the blue print."
Silent moments passed when Fushimi transmitted the data over to Seri's PDA while the rest of dispatched team assembling in spot not far from them. When a loud of notification note rang, Seri swiftly opened the file and skimmed through the map while Fushimi went away to join his colleagues, shifting his sword in position on his waist belt.
After giving a quick study of the blue print, Seri walked toward her team in horizontal line and they made a quick salute to her in unison. She copied the gesture and quickly announced, "As you have noticed, we are in the property of second King, Gold King, Lord Daikaku Kokujoji. We have to show our respect toward him by providing assistance to our utmost capability, so not to shame the name of Scepter 4. Our priority objective would be to detain HOMRA and every individual related to Red Clan and the Colorless Clan in case they resist. The next objective would be to ascertain the safety of Captain and Gold Clansmen."
They sneaked glances at each other with meaningful look, but none of them voiced their objection. After all, it was not necessary. Deep down, they all understood that including their lieutenant, their priority was in fact the other way around. The foremost reason for them to gather here was nothing less than to find their Captain and evacuate him as far as possible from danger. Anything else could wait. What they had been thinking in their head would gain a wrath from their King if he knew, but it would worth it if it meant of keeping their esteemed King safe. On the other hand, their Captain in the end never expressed his fury in front of them blatantly anyway so they would not bother to worry about it at the moment.
Seri realized what they had been thinking from their shared glances, but she chose not to remark on it. She took a deep breath before she whirled around with her back facing her subordinates and spread her right arm straight in the air. "March forward!"
Behind her, Fushimi smirked while scratching at the burning symbol on his chest, looking amused. He could feel it as clear as the day that his beloved had waited just inside the lobby waiting for his arrival. Several meters away, beyond the flight of stairs to the lobby, the red vanguard impulsively turned his head back and stayed silent as he watched at the empty broken Japanese entrance.
Kamamoto noticed the sudden change in Yata's endeavor and it piqued his interest. "What's wrong, Yata?"
Yata remained focused on the same spot and whispered almost inaudibly. "He is here. The Blues are here."
Kamamoto tensed instantly and brushed his blonde hair, "Should we take a stand in front of the elevator? Kusanagi has told us to keep them away for a while, until King finds the culprit."
The red vanguard glanced down at the dusty with shattered marble floor, looking hesitant for a while before he flipped his hat backward with a sharp gaze. "I'm sure they are here for their King. Let's just keep them busy for a moment here until Mikoto has finished the target."
Confirming his sixth sense, Yata could hear the sound of numerous footsteps climbing up the flight of stairs, almost in unison. Without doubt, it would be a group trained for military. Yata gripped tighter his skateboard and gestured for the whole crewmates to gather near him and block the path to front elevators with their number. In order to access the building, the Blues only had the option of using elevators or emergency stairs. However, considering the hundreds floor it had, Scepter 4 would have no other alternative but to force their ways to the elevators.
Just as he expected, before long, he could distinguish the golden hair catching the light of sun tasseled up into a bun and her stern azure eyes coming into the view across the lobby. As she advanced, several familiar men in similar cobalt uniform took position before her, standing in perfect line, with their hands folded together at their back. Both group were separately only by several meters away, already glaring at each other, hinting not to disturb the other.
Yata felt a sudden sting in his chest when his eyes finally landed on the most memorable raven-haired Blue Clan's member. He knew that this moment would come, especially since he sent the invitation by himself, personally delivered to Fushimi. He still had mixed feeling toward Scepter 4, but Yata was certain that his pure abhorrence toward Blue Clan was unusual for his character. If Fushimi had never left to Scepter 4, he would only feel vague soreness toward Blues after all. If he had to give a name to his abnormal abhorrence toward Scepter 4, it would be jealousy. He actually had a share of resentment toward Munakata, for stealing Fushimi away from him. If he was not there to charm his best friend and give him a place and meaning to stay, maybe Fushimi would not be so willing to leave his side.
Nevertheless the cracks in their bond were there inevitably. Sooner or later they would still drift apart as it was, and Yata was just too naïve back then to think that nothing would be able to stand between them. He had started to take Fushimi's presence for granted.
The red vanguard had realized when he once talked to Tatara, just after his near-death experience in the hospital when he had volunteered to keep guarding the blond until Kusanagi brought Tatara's exchange clothes. The topic strayed from the eventful night into Scepter 4, and somehow leading to certain traitor who had run to abandon HOMRA to Blue Clan. The blond had smiled at him and put his hand assuring on top of Yata's while he asked rhetorically. "Next time you meet him, think it yourself. Would you prefer to never see him again or see him dead…or would you prefer to meet him despite all the circumstance between you?"
His short temper mind quickly answered before he even gave any thought. His answer was automatic like a machine, just like many times he had blurted out. "It will be better if he just drop dead."
Nevertheless, Tatara's amber eyes serenely stared straight into his, piercing through his soul without condemn, but with wisdom. His compassionate smile never left his lips. Whenever Tatara was around, it was difficult to remain aggravated with the air around him like calm water. After a stifling minute, he finally stopped being angry about everything and lowered his eyes to the floor, for once imagined the day he would no longer have to see Fushimi.
He was always a person of action. Yata could never stay still, or else he would tend to over think a lot of things that he just wished to forget. The pain of betrayal would always gush out whenever he encountered Fushimi; so much that he wished he could just kill a certain cynical man at sight. However, occasionally during idle times, he would remember the trivial happy moments they have shared when he saw passing male students in uniform, chatting happily about games or closing exams on the road. Or when he went pass his favorite café shop before he joined HOMRA, where Fushimi would always order a cup of black coffee, without milk but a block of sugar, and he would order a similar drink with a lot of milk, trying to copy Fushimi and act like an adult prematurely. Once he reminisced, he would always wonder when their path had started to diverge and why they could no longer be happy together. No hatred filled him, but simply yearning. During that moment, his resoluteness to break the bond entirely by his own hands wavered.
Almost with a knowing smile, Tatara tilted his head and put his finger on his lips. "You know, Yata. It's like Hedgehog's Dilemma."
"Huh?" The red-haired man cocked his head, confused.
Tatara snorted a bit to his healthy hand and explained slowly. "It's analogy, Yata. You know that porcupine has spine, right? Then when winter comes, they wish to huddle together and stay warm. But when they get too close, they end up hurting each other." Tatara paused, momentarily thinking back to his King and his secret affiliation with certain blue-haired king. "When they try to stay apart, they can't; don't want to be separated to the point where they could not feel each other because it will become unbearable, not because of the cold of snow, but the cold of heart."
Yata still looked half puzzled, but Tatara patiently waited. "Just like you and Fushimi, maybe you both haven't found the perfect distance between you. Sometimes, the closer you are, the more hurt you will bear and you might not realize how the other or you had hurt you unintentionally. Humans are so complex, with all their past and fundamental character. None of us shares similar trains of thoughts since we all have different experiences in life. What hurts you, might not the same thing that hurts Fushimi, vice versa. Just because you don't want to see him, doesn't mean that you don't want his companion at all. It just means you need to keep further distance between you."
What hurt him the most was that he could no longer be the sole existence for Fushimi to live. However, he could no longer blame the latter, deep inside his heart. After all, Yata also had found another existence to fill his life; HOMRA. This gap between them made him think, if Fushimi had extended his hand to Yata to join Scepter 4, he would probably refuse flatly on his face. They might have led a happy life together before, but he had always known that they did not always share the same sentiment about life principles. It was usually him who adjusted to Fushimi so to avoid conflicts. But if it was about HOMRA, he could not give it up so easily, especially if Fushimi did not show his effort enough either for him. If he had to use the term that Tatara had just explained to him, he had met another porcupine to warm him, but he also still did not want to leave his partner behind. Adjusting the distance with one was difficult already. In the end, he ended up hurting Fushimi and the raven haired lashed out his fury in the most painful way and searched another hedgehog where he could also belong.
The red vanguard was solemn, taking his words to heart and when the blond gave his last advice, Yata knew that he would not be able to sleep that night. "When you are certain that you can be totally be indifferent toward him, that's the moment when you no longer want him as your porcupine partner."
When Yata finally caught a look at Fushimi, he realized that he did not mind one bit if he had to see him in battlefield, if it meant that he could see him. From Fushimi's reaction and his twisted personality, probably the latter was not able to completely to get away from him either since the raven just loved to provoke him to have a private battle between them. That meant they wanted or were still together in some sense, but they were too far apart if Yata still felt this chilling sensation inside. HOMRA kept him warm, but he wanted a different kind of warmth as well after all.
In that case, he only had to get closer even if they hurt each other and bleed until Yata could feel Fushimi again. And sometimes, to accomplish that, both of them only know one identical way to communicate; violence.
He dropped his skateboard to his foot and grinned at the dignified Blues, sparing a longest look at third commander of Scepter 4 who also watched back like a predator. "Sorry, but this way is closed momentarily."
Seri clicked her tongue and announced loudly. "We are Scepter 4. According to the property trespassing act, the whole HOMRA would be detained and have the privileged of law protection if they are to surrender in peace! We suggest you to cooperate willingly."
"Nah, thanks. We're here to bring our own justice. If you are to cooperate, we will offer protection for your King to pay our debt. We prefer not to owe you anything, Blues."
"That's utterly disappointing. You give us no choice, Yatagarasu." Seri solemnly answered, although she had known that it would always lead to this. She reached out for her sword's hilt and pulled it out of the scabbard. "Awashima, ready." She put her sword in upright position in front of her face. Following her movement, the rest of Scepter 4 members unsheathed their swords in order until at last Fushimi to pull out his sword. He grinned giddily at Yata, locking his vision on his prey. As if to answer the challenge, Yata put his head higher pompously when he yelled at his friends, "You heard them. No one is allowed to pass through here!"
A chorus of fierce shout echoed in the crumbling lobby when all of the parties involved rushed forward and engaged in combat.
Mikoto put his hands in pockets as he strolled around the unfamiliar hallway aimlessly, pushing his luck in finding the location of the Colorless King. He could feel the flowing sensory manipulation power of Gold King's Clansmen all through the building, but he easily dismissed it away with every step he took. Mikoto only wished that he did not have to encounter the Gold King anytime soon, since he would hate to be lectured and he had to reserve every bit of his power to kill the Colorless King, without putting additional risk of deteriorating Sword of Damocles any further. He still felt resent for Munakata's good will, but Mikoto would not be wasting it if he could.
He kept going under, walking down the stairs until he was on intersection between two passages. Relying on his instinct, Mikoto took the left winding pathway leading to a small, Japanese garden inside the building. When he was about to take the turn, from the periphery of his vision, he caught a glimpse of shadows ambushing from behind. The attackers were fast, but not enough to even land a hit on Mikoto. He called forth his fire to defend himself against the sharp object in his attackers' hand. The sound of knives clattered on the mat and a brief pained groan rang in the room. In a flash, he whirled around to kick on his offender's side and simultaneously the victim collided with the other assailant, crashing together to the nearby pillars. When Mikoto glanced down to find out the identity of his assailants, he found two guards with rabbit masks and black coat slumped on the floor, unconscious. He sighed in disappointment, half-expecting his prey, but apparently hunting the Colorless King was not supposedly that easy.
Mikoto scowled in frustration; he did not like to admit it, but Gold King's house was absolutely like a gigantic meandering maze, and he did not have enough patience and time to memorize the house's blue print in his head. He scratched the back of his neck with a sigh when a faint, almost imperceptible scent hit him and before he realized it, his feet had quickly carried him to follow the familiar smell.
The antiseptic scent grew stronger with every second and Mikoto without thinking strode faster, ignoring his surroundings until he was before the mirror sliding door, panting slightly. There was a device for security code tampered broken by the wall, and he decided that it was probably unnecessary for him to use the device. Mikoto quietly stood before the door, before it shut open mechanically as if realizing his presence and giving access for him.
The white room was still like how he remembered before, but there was no longer beeping sound breaking the silence that was once familiar to his ears, but it was replaced by constant whirring noise like a broken machine. The Red King progressed carefully to the deepest chamber, where he would find Munakata on his bed. As he expected when he stepped inside the isolation room, the Blue King was still in his deep slumber peacefully and his complexion was paler compared to the last time he saw him. He spent a few seconds to survey the room and sighed in relief when he could not sense any other presence inside the chamber. Mikoto was about to approach the sole patient before he caught a glimpse of slight twitch on Munakata's finger. He waited patiently with calm elation as a pair of violet eyes slowly cracked open and stared at the empty ceiling in stupor.
The red-head king was startled when the latter coughed a little and abruptly rushed to the blue-haired man's side, putting one of Munakata's cold hands into his, whispering quietly almost in fear that he was hallucinating. "Munakata."
Munakata did not respond as if he did not hear him. Mikoto remained silent to allow Munakata some space and time to adjust with his sudden awakening before he called him again louder, tightening his grip. Munakata blinked twice to chase away the fog in his eyes, dazed, before he leisurely turned his head to see another presence by his side. His amethyst orbs stared perplexedly at the red-haired king as if in confusion before a light of recognition dawned on his eyes. The Blue King weakly twitched the corner of his mouth up into a small smile as he tried in throaty voice, as a side effect of prolonged unused vocal cord, "Mikoto…"
Mikoto's hands twitched on Munakata's cool one, before he gripped it tighter as if trying to share his body warmth through their slight skin contact. "I never expect you to wake up anytime soon."
The latter gave a soft, hoarse laugh as Munakata leaned on his left arm, facing Mikoto, trying to support his body weight and sit up. The Red King swiftly put his hand behind Munakata's back and gave a hard push to help him sitting straight up. The Blue King exhaled as he sat feebly slouched and stared at his thin arms, almost devastated. Mikoto pulled a chair nearby for him to enable him looking at Munakata at similar eye level. He kept attentive watch at Munakata, observing his every little move, fully anticipating if the blue-haired man needed help with anything. Before long, Munakata stared back at Mikoto and smiled at him as he approached close and rested his hand on Mikoto's clenched fists on his lap. "What has happened? Why are you here? Where is this?"
"I just found you." The Red King tensed up, barely answering any question. He was not accustomed to interact with pleasant side of Munakata since their warped relationship was often laced with sardonic grins and verbal abuse. Mikoto assumed the Blue King was not exactly fully alert yet, and waited for the minute when Munakata would realize his blunder and unleash his anger out of mortification at him.
But the moment never came even after a long waiting. The latter only hummed in response and clasped his fingers in Mikoto's without feeling awkward. The crimson-head almost wanted to laugh at the irony; even though Munakata's slender fingers had become more delicate with less muscle mass, they still fitted perfectly in his. Nevertheless the fact that their bodies seemed to suit each other, Munakata always kept his distance before the incident; always reserved himself from touching Mikoto, let alone lacing their hands together. Even when their hands found each other at the peak of their bliss moment and his mind was fully engaged, Munakata would abruptly extricate his fingers as the torrent of pleasure drifted away as if Mikoto had just burnt his skin from their fleeting contact. To his chagrin, Munakata could only indulge himself when he was less sober after all.
He was startled immediately when Munakata disentangled his hand and made a sudden move, reaching out for the small table located next to his bed. His alarmed expression, at the same time also alerted Munakata, who stopped his extending hand hanging in the air to glance back at his only visitor, "What?"
A pair of golden eyes focused on the objects on the table, feeling irrational for his unfounded fear when Mikoto saw him reaching out for an empty cup with a bottle of water next to it. There were also a medicine bottle, a pack of sterile dressing, adhesive plaster and a metal scissor that made Mikoto staring at it warily. He swiftly bent forward to grab the water before Munakata could stretch and hurt himself unintentionally in the process. Mikoto poured the water inside the glass until the cup was almost overflowed before he thrust it to the speechless patient in front of him. The blue-haired man awkwardly took the glass, while accidentally brushed against Mikoto's fingers. "Thank you."
If Munakata felt uncomfortable under his intent gaze, he did not express it. The Blue King simply drank up the glass until it was empty and licked his chapped lips. Mikoto steeled himself not to stare, thus he made an offering gesture for more water but the latter shook his head quietly and returned the plastic glass back to Mikoto. Just as soon as Mikoto put them back on the table, he felt a weak tug on his sleeve jacket and an anxious Munakata grabbing for his arms. "Please help me getting out of this place, Mikoto."
Mikoto stared at him in disbelief and he narrowed his eyes ominously. "You're not going anywhere like this." But the ivory hand in his sleeve firmly stayed, "Mikoto…Please."
The red-haired king pulled back his arm harshly, shooting up straight away with a glare. Whether Munakata is sick or not, Mikoto felt something amiss with current him that he almost did not recognize him if not for Munakata's face. His posture was wrong, everything about him was wrong, and Mikoto could not see his lover in the man in front of him. Accidentally he knocked back his chair and it rattled as it fell on the floor. Mikoto averted his eyes for moment to look at the object on the floor and his eyes widened when he saw another thing from the corner of his eyes. Near the foot of the bed side across him, he could see a pair of leg, barely protruding out, mostly hidden previously by the large-sized bed causing him to overlook the presence.
Mikoto's face stiffened and anguish was apparent on his expression before he solemnly scowled in small voice. "I found you." In a blink of eye, Mikoto sprung at the man on the bed and put his hands on Munakata's throat, strangling him with cold, merciless eyes.
Munakata was taken aback and he looked tormented with misery and surprise, gasping as his lungs started to demand for oxygen. "Mikoto!? Why?"
Mikoto replied with a wry smirk but his grasp was still on Munakata's neck, bruising the skin into angry red marks in the shape of his hands. "He never calls my name." He thought bitterly. Munakata always used his last name; not even when they spent night until dawn together, not even when Mikoto suggested him to do so.
The Blue King whimpered and bit his lips and shed a tear rolling down to his chin as he reached out for Mikoto's hands squeezing his throat. The Red King instinctively loosened his grip a little at Munakata's pained expression. The latter took his chance to bite Mikoto's hand and scrambled away while coughing until his back hit the headboard when he finally broke free from the Red King's killing grip. Mikoto leisurely assessed his wounded hand as the quiet atmosphere hung dangerously between them. He nearly shuddered when he heard a harsh laugh escaping from Munakata's lips. "Whoa, Red King, that's really mean. Guess the play time is over."
In a blink of eye, Munakata sneered at him with wicked smirk, and quickly grabbed the scissor on the small table which was quite closer to him than Mikoto before the Red King could stop him. The blue-haired man swiftly tugged his side bang behind his ears while his other hand dangerously twirled the metal scissor near his pulsating vein on the neck. "You are a bother. I have just begun feasting Blue Aura, you know." Munakata glanced up at him with a mocking look, "How about…" He pulled the appendages, sliding the sharp blade side against the bruising skin, digging it deeper until a drop of blood trailed down the collar, "if you wait there until I finish feasting? This Blue Aura gives me a hard time too. It's protecting the core like an onion. I need time to eat away those layers."
Mikoto smirked as a reply, without blinking his eyes even for a second. "And let you get away? I can't pass the opportunity to kill you."
The Colorless King leaned back and cackled crudely with a shrill of laughter, nevertheless Mikoto noticed a faint quiver on his shoulders. "You have to kill this man to kill me, you know. There is no way you can kill this man! You showed quite affection before. Too bad, but I can see it. How hilarious, Blue and Red Kings who supposed to be enemies; who would guess that you are…" Munakata put his finger on his lips with a glint of malice, "…friends? No, let me rephrase that. Lovers?"
Mikoto impassively glared at Colorless King, contemplating his moves. In Blue King's current condition, Colorless King probably could not flee this place without possessing another body. However, at the same time, every second he wasted meant every pieces of Munakata's Blue Aura stolen away. He had to take action anytime soon, with every intention to hurt or even kill. The moment Colorless King stripping everything away from Munakata, his Blue King would be nothing but an empty shell and he could not afford seeing him like that. Mikoto knew that he had no heart to torture the other man to chase away the Colorless King, since Munakata would be the one receiving the damage in the end. He had to frighten the Colorless King into dire situation where he had no choice but to leave Munakata's body. If everything did not work, he should give one-hit blow, ending Munakata's suffering. The Blue King would certainly tell him to do so, if it meant to stop the wicked King from gaining tremendous power. All Mikoto needed was his resoluteness to the possibility of inflicting the critical damage but even his Aura wavered in hesitation.
"How about if you let me eat yours when I'm done with Blue? I promise I won't hurt his body and you should be happy to be together with him inside me!" The Colorless King spread his arms in crazed glee. At that opening, Mikoto lunged forward at Munakata, pinning down the latter on the bed and gripping Munakata's skinny hands with his hand while the other summoned the flame, feeding it into giant fire ball as Red Aura leaked out from his body. The possessed man under him flailed around in panic, but to no avail with Munakata's weakening muscles. Mikoto indistinctly mouthed a whisper with closed eyes as he summoned his Sword of Damocles, "I'm sorry."
"Stop! Please!" The Colorless King pleaded and his plea in Munakata's voice sounded eerie for Mikoto since the latter never begged pathetically.
"I will kill you if you don't leave him alone." He growled threateningly, "He is mine."
"What kind of man are you to kill your own lover!?" The Colorless King screamed in panic but Mikoto did not falter.
Mikoto was about to land a fatal hit on Munakata when he heard the clatter sound just outside the isolation room and the sudden intrusion shattered his focus. His eyes widen at surprise when he saw the familiarly striking white-haired student stood before him, who was equally startled at the fierce sight in front of him and his own carelessness for stumbling on nearby medical portable cabinet. Even the Black Dog gaped at him, completely confused by Mikoto's attempt in committing murder on Blue King. Yashiro weakly started, "What in the world…?"
The next second, Mikoto could see a flash of black from the corner of his eyes running beside him. Mikoto spontaneously thought of the body the Colorless King had borrowed to reach the medical wing. When he whirled around to follow the shadow's trail, he saw the Colorless King possessing one of Gold Clansmen, running and crashing against Yashiro with the scissor and wild grin, stabbing him on the upper side of his stomach. A pair of amber eyes widened in shock while a feminine shriek echoed inside the room, "Shiro!"
The sudden turn of event was so fast that Mikoto remained still on top of Munakata, completely dumbfounded. Yatogami abruptly struck the rabbit guard and disarmed him by hitting his hand. The metal shear flew across the room and the raven-haired vassal whirled the Colorless King and pinned him down on the floor with his wrist restrained at his back. Instead of scrambling in fear, the guard cackled like a mad animal, "I have to hand it to you, I didn't think you'd survive!"
"I won't let you get away this time!"
Mikoto flinched when he felt a sudden warp of space engulfing the medical chamber. He could sense the strange power and recognize it as current Colorless King's ability. Inside the monochrome world, they could see clearly the shape of fox spirit which had caused chaos and suspicions among Clans. The Red King shuddered with tremendous anticipation to rapidly grasp the Colorless King's straying soul and end his life while he was no longer inside the Blue King, even if he had to initiate a losing war against Gold King for murdering his Clansman. It would be best if the fox decided to get inside Yashiro so to avoid further mess although he had concluded that Yashiro in the end was no more but another victim, another shell to be borrowed. The Black Dog would not make things easy for him, but with his Aura, he could easily take on the female strain and Ichigen's vassal.
For now, he could only observe how things would unfold inside the black and white sphere, guarding the hollow body under him.
Isana was taken aback in surprise, but his mind could not anticipate fast enough to reflexively close his eyes or prevent the fox spirit from trespassing into the depth of his soul. As the spirit swam deeper into his consciousness, Isana also started to have flashes of various memories from several people that had been possessed by the Colorless King, starting from the most recent, this assaulting rabbit guard, up until the starting point. He gasped when he saw his own face and his own body as the first one to be swallowed in this circle of madness. Nevertheless, somehow on the back of his mind, a voice told him that this vessel did not belong to him. It felt strange, that he began to doubt now when such thought never crossed his mind before.
He hugged himself closer, trying to rid of the chill that creeping up to the back of his nape. The air around him was stagnant, suffocating him with pressure and alienation like rejection of the soul by the body host. The bleary, infinite space of darkness also consumed him, like overwhelming until he was without trace and such thought terrified him. When he finally felt that he was no longer alone in this warped place, a mocking voice echoed inside his mind, ringing like a clear sound of bell. Colorless King's words left him with invisible, stinging pains even though his mind could not process what the latter had been trying to tell him.
His soul felt like being bared naked as the fox spirit swirled around him, telling him that he was an ignorant fool for living a life with fabricated memories and he had deserted his responsibility.
'What responsibility?' Isana wanted to scream, but his voice was caught in his throat.
"You lost once already, and ran away to find a peaceful life." A spiteful screech could be heard again, and Isana could feel the condemning, bulging eyes in every side of him. A transient image of a smiling, bright face of a fine-looking female with gleaming silver hair flashed behind his eyes. Isana knelt on the ground, panting with the sudden headache striking him. He knew that he should not forget that figure, like she was so precious and dear that he would prefer to be dead than to be parted from her, yet he could not even recall her name or her supposedly melodic voice. However, from the distant of his soul, he could hear a gentle voice, calling for a name he had learned that it belonged to the first king, "Weismann."
"Isn't that how you want it? Deep down inside, you wanted a life like the one you're living now." The Colorless King whispered to his ears suggestively. The stabbing pain worsened when he began to wonder what kind of life he was supposed to have to begin with. Was everything in his memories really nothing but a sham? Was him living as a normal, young student from normal, happy family without anything extraordinary about him actually lies? Just his imagination?
"That's fine! Nothing wrong with that." A loud noise filled his blank head, hypnotizing him. "Sleep…without remembering anything!" The dull headache instantly assaulted him into a big wave of piercing pain. No matter how hard he pressed his head or closed his ears with his hands, the pain only doubled over. "Let your body go to the place where silence and peace are kept."
Like a curse, the Colorless King kept chanting the word until it became unbearable for Isana. "Be nothing!"
The scenery suddenly averted and it was quite clear and familiar, he was certain that it was his own recollection. A certain soldier stood before him, trying to persuade him from leaving with his angry baritone voice, "Are you running away!?"
Before he could utter the name of that young soldier, a high pitched female voice shouted out his name, knocking him out of his trance. When he stared to the distant in daze, Kuroh hurriedly stood by his side and vigorously seized his shoulders, as if to support him and snap him back out of his reverie. "Hey, are you okay?" The color of raven instantly filled his vision as Kuroh took a hold of him with worry.
Tremendous exhaustion and heartbreak hit him at once, and Isana slumped forward into Kuroh's embrace. Neko swiftly came to him to help him standing still, in fear of his wound getting worse.
At that instant, the Gold guard dashed to his escape exit, grinning madly. Kuroh whirled around automatically and quickly called forth his extending shadow hand to capture the runaway Colorless King, letting Neko to attend to Isana. "Wait! You!"
"Whatever!" The guard glanced back and laughed at them. "I'll deal with you later!"
When Kuroh's crystalline shadow hand almost grabbed for his shoulder, the Colorless King whirled around and deflected it with a flicker of translucent, sapphire plate as he raised his hand before it shattered into blue dust upon collision.
Mikoto's eyes widened at the defensive ability that the Colorless King had just displayed. At the same time, Kuroh gasped in surprise and took the battle stance, preparing to unsheathe his sword and initiate a battle. In contrary, the Colorless King clicked his tongue and scowled, "Shit…only this much? Damn Blue Aura." The fox spirit started to crawl out of the guard's eye, trying to make contact with Kuroh's raven eyes, but the swordsman quickly averted his eyes away while putting his hand in front of his face to block the Colorless King from entering his soul.
The second he squinted his right eye, the Colorless King had fled from the white chamber from the sole exit.
Mikoto exhaled in frustration; the Colorless King had again slipped away from him. Nevertheless, he would prefer a battle where that evil king could not touch Munakata or possess other people, or worse his Clansmen in a pinch situation. If he wanted to corner the man, he had no choice but to push the latter to the end of the road alone. The Red King watched impassively at the unconscious Blue King and the crimson marks around his throat. He trailed his fingers a bit at the wound, almost like an apologetic gesture before he swiftly cradled Munakata's head and put the pillow beneath it and tucked the falling, white blanket back on top of him. With his fingers, he brushed away the stray hairs on Munakata's face and once he was pleased with his work, Mikoto pulled back without another look and whirled around as he strolled to where Isana was lying down.
Neko still screamed for his name in panic and her voice quivered, "Shiro! Don't die!" Kuroh rushed to kneel by his side and put his hand on Neko's shoulder assuring without leaving his eyes on the white-haired boy. "Keep still! I'll apply first-aid!"
However, Isana could no longer hear their voices. He could see the stream of his memories swirling back into his mind, reminding him of his guilty past, his failure and his sin. Behind his almond eyes, he no longer saw the blinding light and white ceiling of the medical room, but the underground shelter in Dresden palace, his smiling sister, his awkward but strict old friend, and at last the enormous stone plate engraved with patterns and ancient writings in a ruin. He could remember the heat of sea of flames surrounding him, the deafening sound of falling bombs and human cries, the burning smell of dirty dust and charred innocent bodies, and the crimson color like deadly flowers of the night. On that fateful night, how he wished that the Dresden Slate would not bestow him with the first throne as Silver King and let him joining his sister in afterlife. Gifted with an immortal body, he was condemned to see as his sister's life was distinguished before him and he was too late to protect his only family from harm. He recalled the frozen inside when he embraced the cold body of his dear sister. Even in her death, she still looked magnificently beautiful like morning dew in a grand white lily meadow.
He remembered the crushing heart he felt back then, when everything was stripped away from him, leaving him with nothing but hollow, meaningless life. He no longer had passion for anything else, but to spend his immortal life in solitude for millennium. Weismann could no longer bear the sadness of losing someone else, especially with his long lifespan like an everlasting vampire depicted in horror novels. No longer he counted or cared of days as his life passed by agonizingly dreary in Himmelreich, waiting for the day for another King to be willing to put out his misery.
As if unlocking his memories served like a key to his inner soul, the Dresden Slate suddenly corresponded with him and a surge of blinding silver light coursed into his core. He could feel a faint, warm glow growing inside him like a bud of early spring. It grew stronger, steadier with palpitating life. When his heart accepted everything, including his sin and his weakness, Isana pushed himself from the ground and sat on the floor. Kuroh's concerned face made him warm inside, "Hey! Get a hold of…"
Isana quietly mustered his Aura and steadily stood up, leaving his friends in awe. Mikoto halted just behind the Black Dog, utterly surprised when he suddenly felt a familiar current coursing in his body from Isana. The instant the silver light blazed into a platinum pillar piercing the sky and the Sword of Damocles took a clear form above the building, Mikoto realized that there was no way he could prevail against this man.
However, for normal people who possessed no sensitivity to recognize the other king power, Kuroh took a step back while keeping a close watch at Isana. "What happened?! Never mind, what about your wound?!" Neko also pestered on him, worried about his wound.
Mikoto put his hands in his pocket and stared at Isana suspiciously. "Calm down, cat. He won't die."
As if to answer him, Isana opened his almond eyes and smiled gently at three persons in front of him. When his tranquil voice rang inside the room, none of them could decipher his language. If Mikoto had to make a guess, he would place a bet that it was Germany. To give them proof, he lifted up his jacket uniform and showed the nonexistent wound. Not even a drop of blood was spilled on the white shirt.
Kuroh lowered his head a little before he hesitantly stated, "Then you're really the Colorless King?"
Mikoto felt tremendous urge to smack the raven-haired vassal's head. How could he still not recognize the rank of his own master with all these hints? However, he remained quiet behind the stage with audible sigh. With a perceptive look, Isana glanced at Mikoto's golden eyes and laughed a little for his impatience.
He shook his head leisurely and put his hand on his chest. Isana reverted talking in Japanese language once again. "My name is Adolph K. Weismann. The first and silver king."
Okay…the end of the chapter. Omigod, this is so damn long. Anyway, umm…like usual, I'll try to update ASAP…maybe. Thanks for keep reminding me to update this, hahaha XD
I know that I make Tatara so much saint-like with his divine patience, but I can't think of anyone else to put some sense into those thick skulls. After all, I think he is always like a counselor, anyway. Now that I've updated this one, I'll work on the Happily Ever After chapters first. They are 80% completed. :p
Viviane1993: Sorry for a long update! Updating in two weeks time is really difficult for me after all, for a fanfic writer who is easily distracted with other things. ^_^; So so so sorry! *bows* And thank you for the hints of K movie! Ohh...sounds so delicious that I wish they will release it and sub it real soon! Hmm…to be honest, I still can't find in which point I have falsely degraded the Gold King's power, since I think that even Mikoto would not be rash enough to fight him. But I believe it must be because I fail to convey it in right approach. Thank you! I'll keep your analysis in mind as I write next chapters~ (^_^)v
AkiFushi:Hohoho, yay! Hello again, Aki-chan! Anyway, yeah, so this and that happened in my twisted mind. (I actually worry that I don't dig enough for character development) But umm…I'm actually surprised that some readers who always cheers for me and leaves reviews, feel sad with Akizuki's death. I thought no one would really mind OC, hahaha…considering that some readers even prefer not having OC fics. I'm…quite happy…*fidget* Thanks…And yeah! I kinda feel bothered, they never tell the story of Isana's original body. In the story, he only gets the role of being possessed, that's all. I think he needs a little bit credit. And here is your tsundere Misaki. Super tsundere Fushimi has to wait in the next chapter.
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Meganemidorima: Hahah, nooo…please don't hate him. He is as sweet as an angel. Here, I even try to depict him like a saint. (lol) But yeah, seriously, he needs to stop talking to strangers. Even kindergarten kids know better. Thank you for your review~ Hope you are still around for the update. :D