Greetings! I totally suck at this! if you hate it, keep the comment to yourself please, you like it? sweet! I was bored...And finally had some time to binge watch the K project and a little idea popped in my head, and I haven't really seen any new oc's fics lately so...just tossing this right out of the freshly burn Sh*t hole of my mind.
In a bustling city where neon lights danced with shadows, there was a girl who stood out like a flamingo in a flock of pigeons. Her hair cascaded down her back in wild, curly waves of purple, a stark contrast to the monochrome world around her. Her eyes, a vibrant shade of purple that seemed to have stolen the essence of the lavender sky at dusk, sparkled with a mischief that could either charm or disarm, depending on who was looking. Her name was Rose, and she had a way of weaving through the crowded streets as if she owned them, leaving a trail of whispers and curious glances in her wake.
Mikoto Suoh, the stoic and enigmatic leader of the HOMRA clan, couldn't help but notice her. He had seen countless faces in his life, but hers was like a breath of fresh air in the stale alleyways of the Red Clan's territory. He watched from a distance, his eyes narrowing as he took in the way she moved with a grace that belied her playful nature. There was something about her that was both infectious and elusive, a contradiction that intrigued him to no end.
Their first encounter was less than ideal. Rose had stumbled upon a deal gone wrong between two rival gangs, and in her usual fashion, she had inserted herself into the fray with a cheeky grin and a knack for distraction. Amidst the chaos, she caught the attention of one of the combatants, a burly man with a penchant for underestimating his opponents. As he lunged at her, a flash of flames shot through the air, striking him down with a deafening crack. Mikoto had arrived, his crimson aura flaring to life, his expression unreadable as he stepped over the fallen man to stand before her.
Rose's heart hammered in her chest, a mix of exhilaration and fear coursing through her veins. She had heard of the legendary Red King, the man who could manipulate and bend fire at his will, but she had never seen him in person. Up close, he was more terrifying and alluring than any rumor could have painted. He towered over her, his piercing gaze seeming to strip away her layers of bravado. Yet she couldn't help but feel a strange pull towards him, like a moth to a flame.
Mikoto studied her, his eyes scanning her from head to toe. "What are you doing here?" he asked, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate in the very air around them. Despite the situation, Rose couldn't help but feel a thrill at his gruffness.
"Oh, you know," she said, her voice a playful purr, "just enjoying the sights and sounds of the city." She flashed him a dazzling smile, hoping to lighten the tension that hung thick in the air. "And it looks like I've stumbled upon quite the show."
Mikoto's expression didn't change. He was not one for banter, especially not when the scent of danger still lingered. "You should leave," he said firmly. "This isn't a place for someone like you."
Rose raised an eyebrow, her smile never wavering. "Someone like me? And what's that supposed to mean?"
Mikoto's gaze hardened. "Someone who doesn't know when to stay out of other people's business."
Rose's smile grew, challenging. "It's not like I wanted to walk into this mess you know." She took a step closer, her eyes locked on his. The air crackled with an energy that neither of them could ignore. "And maybe I could of just handle things myself, Red King."
Mikoto's eyes narrowed, his aura flickering. "You think you can take on HOMRA?"
" I'm sorry, I wasn't aware HOMRA was a one man show..." She chided.
Mikoto's stern expression did not waver, "It's best you don't underestimate us."
"Says the one man show..." Rose haughtily remarked, though against her gut, she had a feeling he wouldn't hurt her.
Their conversation was cut short by the sound of footsteps echoing through the alleyway. More of the burly man's associates had arrived, their eyes burning with the desire for retribution. Without missing a beat, Mikoto stepped in front of Rose, shielding her from the oncoming danger. The fire in his eyes grew stronger, his aura casting a crimson glow around them.
" I can take them you know..." she scowled.
"Not your fight." His voice was firm, leaving no room for argument.
" It kinda became my fight when I accidently walked into this mess..."
"Not your concern," he said curtly, his voice a mix of command and protection.
" What are you? my dad? Whatever..." Rose rolled her eyes and stood back.
Mikoto didn't bother to respond, his focus solely on the approaching threat. His hand twitched slightly, and the air around them grew warmer as the flames of his power danced in anticipation. The newcomers, five in total, stopped in their tracks, eyeing the Red King with a mix of anger and fear. They knew better than to underestimate him.
Rose took advantage of the brief lull to assess the situation. While she appreciated the chivalry, she was not one to be protected. Her eyes narrowed, and she reached into her pocket, pulling out a blue gem. It had an intricate design, almost glowing bright with an unseen power. She whispered to it, and it shimmered to life, floating above her hand and shattered into a rainbow of butterflies that spun around her in a mesmerizing dance.
Mikoto gaze flickered to the butterflies for a brief moment before returning to the advancing men. He had heard whispers of a girl with strange powers, but this was the first time he had seen them in action. The men, momentarily distracted by the sudden display, took a step back, giving him the opening he needed. He raised his hand, and a burst of flames shot out, engulfing the first attacker. The others paused, their confidence wavering as they took in the scene before them.
She stepped forward, the butterflies parting to reveal a serious expression on her face. "I don't need your help," she said, her voice firm. "But I would like to get home to my apartment and eat before bed...So..."
Mikoto's eyes remained on the remaining attackers, his stance unyielding. "I'll escort you," he decided, his tone leaving no room for debate.
Rose's eyes sparkled with a hint of amusement. "How gallant," she quipped, though she knew she was in no position to argue.
The remaining four men exchanged glances, their fear of Mikoto's power evident. But their anger at the girl before them was palpable. They knew who she was, the charmer with the strange abilities that had been causing trouble for their boss's plans. They gritted their teeth and charged, determined to capture her at any cost.
Her eyes lit up as she saw them approach. Her butterflies grew more agitated, their colors darkening. "Looks like we're going to have some fun," she murmured to herself, her smile turning predatory.
Mikoto watched her with a mix of curiosity and wariness. He had never seen anyone use an ability like hers. The butterflies grew larger, their wingspans stretching to almost a foot. They darted towards the attackers, their colorful wings slicing through the air with an eerie grace. The men shouted in surprise, their eyes wide with terror as the butterflies turned into sharpened blades, slicing through their clothes and leaving shallow cuts on their skin. They stumbled back, the dark determination in their eyes replaced by a desperate need to escape.
"Impressive," Mikoto said, his voice devoid of any emotion.
Rose shrugged, her smile returning to its playful state. "It's just a little party trick."
Mikoto's gaze remained sharp, his mind racing. "What are you?" he asked, genuine curiosity piercing his usual stoicism.
Rose's smile widened, a hint of mischief glinting in her purple eyes. "Oh, I'm just a girl with a penchant for the dramatic," she replied coyly. The butterflies dissipated into a cloud of glittering dust, leaving no trace of their deadly dance.
The four men, now thoroughly cowed, turned tail and ran, disappearing into the night. The alley was once again silent, save for the distant hum of the city and their heavy breathing.
Mikoto's eyes never left her figure, his curiosity now piqued. "You're not from around here," he stated, his voice measured.
"Oh?" She feigned innocence, twirling a lock of purple hair around her finger. "What gave me away?"
His gaze remained unyielding. "Your power. It's unlike anything I've seen in the Clans."
"Because mine aren't from the clans powers or whatever you get yours from, I was simply born with mine."
Mikoto studied her, his gaze unreadable. He didn't know what to think of that statement. "You're not like anyone I've ever met before."
Rose's smile remained, but there was a hint of challenge in her eyes. "Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"
Mikoto considered her for a moment before responding, "It's...different."
Rose chuckled, the sound echoing through the alleyway. "I'll take that as a compliment." She started to walk away, the clack of her heels against the pavement a stark reminder of the reality that had intruded on their standoff. Mikoto followed, his stride longer and more deliberate than hers. "Why were you here in the first place?" he asked and again, his curiosity growing stronger.
She looked back at him over her shoulder, her smile playful. "Can't a girl have a little adventure?"
Mikoto's eyes searched hers, looking for an answer that lay just beneath the surface of her words. "Adventure often brings trouble," he warned.
Rose's smile grew wistful. "I've had my fair share of trouble, but that's never stopped me before." He fell into step beside her, his demeanor changing, relaxing and soften. "What's your name?" he asked, his voice softer than before.
"Rose," she said, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye. "What's yours?"
"Mikoto," he replied, his gaze never leaving hers. The name rolled off his tongue, a stark contrast to the harshness of their earlier exchange.
"Well, Mikoto," she began, turning to face him fully, "aren't you going to walk me home?"
His expression remained guarded, but he nodded once. "This way then."
They walked in silence, the neon lights painting their faces in a kaleidoscope of colors. Despite the chaos they had just escaped, the tension between them was palpable. It was a dance of curiosity and wariness, each step bringing them closer to the line they both seemed eager to cross.
As they approached her apartment from out of the alleyway and down the road further, the sounds of the city grew softer, replaced by the gentle hum of the night. The air was thick with the scent of rain, hinting at a storm that was yet to come. Rose felt a thrill run down her spine, the anticipation of the night's events mingling with the excitement of the unknown.
"Why do you do it?" Mikoto's voice broke the silence, his gaze never leaving the path ahead.
Rose tilted her head, a puzzled expression crossing her face. "Do what?"
"Insert yourself into situations that don't concern you," Mikoto clarified, his eyes still fixed ahead.
Rose shrugged. "I find the world is a more interesting place when you're not just an observer."
Mikoto didn't respond, but she could feel his eyes on her, analyzing, probing. It was as if he was trying to unravel the mystery that was her, and she found it both thrilling and slightly unnerving. They arrived at her apartment building, a quaint little place nestled between a convenience store and a tattoo parlor. The neon lights from the sign above cast a red glow on the sidewalk, making the shadows dance around them.
She turned to face him, her heart racing. "Well, this is me," she said, her voice a little too bright. "Thanks for the escort, Red King."
Mikoto's gaze searched hers, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his features. "Mikoto," he corrected, his voice low.
Rose felt a warmth spread through her at the correction, a small victory in the sea of unanswered questions. "Mikoto," she repeated, her smile softening.
Mikoto nodded once, his aura fading slightly as he took a step back. "Be careful," he said, his voice carrying a weight she hadn't heard before.
Rose felt the warmth from his aura brush against her, sending a shiver down her spine. "Always," she replied, her eyes never leaving his.
Mikoto watched her for a moment longer before turning to leave, the sound of his footsteps fading into the night. As she watched him go, she couldn't shake the feeling that their paths would cross again.
Its been years and I think I had some cringe moments of myself hating this, but you can never improve without tossing you stuff out there to world...FOR ALL TO SEE...
( I suck at conversating with others these days...HA lol...My brain limits is that of a mind to entertain a 5 year old durin the day and night binge like anime like no tomorrow...at least til 1am in the morning.)