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1-lightofjustice · 4 years ago

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Justice for Awashima Seri

One of my latest posts made me want to re-watch K Project Return of Kings, especially Scepter 4 segment. And damn, there are so many things that happened to Awashima and frankly she didn’t deserve it. I’m not talking about GoRa’s overly disgusting fanservice attempts on Seri, although that’s indeed something that must be protested. I’m talking about how she was kept in dark by her two megane colleagues (mainly Munakata) even though she’s Second in Command of Scepter 4 and someone who has been working besides them for years. After I finished rewatching..... wow it’s worse than I remembered. My heart truly breaks for Seri, and I’m super glad that in the end she got her happy ending (by punching Munakata’s face). Like first, we know how worried she was about Munakata’s state, and after Reisaru’s fight in episode 8, Seri was so worried about Fushimi’s wellbeing and his bedding. Then at the very beginning of her role in episode 9, we have this :

For almost anyone besides Seri, maybe they will not think too much about the fact that they can’t understand what the hell are on Munakata and Fushimi’s heads, after all they’re not the easiest people to understand. But for Seri, it’s quite a new unpleasant territory for her. There’s a reason why she’s the Second in Command after Munakata, why she can easily command the rebel Fushimi without many protests from the said rebel, and why she can work alongside cryptic geniuses like Munakata and Fushimi. From R:B novel, we know that she’s an all-round achiever, but one of her main virtue is she’s goddamn observant. She more or less can understand Munakata’s unique mindset, and she mostly can see right through Fushimi’s bullshit. She more often can hit ‘100 point mark’ regarding the enigmatic Munakata and the ‘absolute tsundere’ Fushimi than any other human being except each other. Like on Munakata’s case, we have this :

Yoshino continued. “An ordinary man would have an interest in nude females, I think, but this is the Captain we’re talking about… How is it for him, what do you think?” She looked up at Awashima.

Awashima’s lips curved into a stiff smile as she took her time to think.

Then she drew a breath and, “I haven’t given that subject a thought until now. But well, if I had to answer…” She shook her head. “This is what I think: in the Captain’s case, it’s entirely possible that never once in his life he has so much as opened that kind of magazines or, alternatively, stores an entire thousand book collection of obscene materials in his room, and I won’t be surprised in the least in either case. Would this suffice as an answer?” Munakata Reishi’s right hand woman and Lieutenant, Awashima Seri, said with an even more strained smile.

Case Files of Blue Chapter 1 (and looking at how eager Munakata asked Hidaka to show his collection, suffice to say that Awashima is absolutely correct about her answer).

Awashima: But, well, for the Captain it’s probably of equal value. Fushimi: Of equal value? What is? Awashima: Protecting this country’s peace and fulfilling his promise to a kindergartener.

Optician Drama CD

And on Fushimi’s case :

“…It might not be a misunderstanding, you know. What if I were in cahoots with Homura?” he retorted, lips pursed.

For a moment, Awashima’s eyes widened slightly before narrowing to slits as she humphed letting a slight smirk tug on her lips. “Suppose there really is a traitor who’s trembling while covered in cold sweat; I’d say at the very least it’s safe to assume he’s not switching sides because he likes it. It’s time for your report. The materials are ready, I hope?”

The King and The Traitor

“It’s hard to call realistic, I have to agree with you on that. And on the off chance that it indeed is a strain’s doing, there is hardly any ground to claim harm sustained from the act. It’s the rainy season, after all. So I do find the idea of wasting time and manpower on investigating this possibility unreasonable, especially considering that we hardly have any to spare, but… if it’s an order from my superior officer, I will look into it though?”

It was said curtly and emotionlessly, but Awashima let out a little chuckle, hearing Fushimi’s answer. “Then look into it for me. Since like me, my competent and capable subordinate, too, seems to be concerned with this matter.”

Endless Rain

Also in anime, she noticed Yata’s worry for Mikoto and informed him about Mikoto’s condition to calm him. After breaking Sarumi’s fight, instead of asking apology, she demanded Fushimi to show her the result of his investigation, knowing full well that Fushimi already did some digging before he confronted Yata. She made the remark about only a King can attract another King. Heck, she already deduced that the reason why Munakata kept Zenjou-san on Scepter 4 is to kill Munakata one day, even though Munakata understandably never told anyone about it. During ROK, I kinda got feeling like Munakata and Fushimi were purposely ‘ghosting’ her, but looking at how observant she is, it’s quite understandable why Munakata and Fushimi kept Awashima in the dark to preserve their secret mission (still jerk move for them though).

I think that’s one of the reason why Fushimi gave the hint about his secret mission only to Yata. Not only Yata is his best friend, but he also can count on Yata’s insensitiveness, having been the victim first-hand in the past. Like, Fushimi who is surprisingly responsible and dutiful for his job maybe thought “it’s fine to give Misaki a hint, it’s not like he can pick it up anyway”, so he can feel ‘less guilty’ for endangering the secrecy of his mission. Not that he’s wrong though, I mean Yata you’re a good guy but I have to say you really have a fine thick-head for not noticing and still saying that Fushimi betrayed the Blues, Fushimi jumped from sinking ship after Fushimi uttered such a vague sentence and after knowing that Fushimi secretly asked your brother to quit Jungle. Thank God Munakata gave him clear explanation later. Instead for Awashima, she only got this :

In that brief moment of silence, Fushimi let Awashima knew 3 things :

1. He joined Green clan and willing to attack his ‘former’ clansmen for them.

2. Not only joined Green clan, but he’s now one of J-ranker of Jungle. You know, the true Green clansmen, the one they have to be most cautious like Sukuna and Yukari.

3. He allied with one of Green clansman who participated on Anna’s kidnapping and former Scepter 4′s prisoner.

And he didn’t give Awashima and Kusanagi anything except complete silence and green-laced knife-throwing. Mission accomplished! The monkey succeeds on fooling the strong-willed and observant Lieutenant of Scepter 4. Just like the phrase “To fool your enemy, fool your friends”, there’s no way Awashima can perceive that except as complete betrayal. Haha.

(Truly, Fushimi was so good at executing his job. Too good, actually).

Then, after that shocking revelation that can shake someone’s mentality, she still had duty to report it toward her superior. Look at her reaction after Munakata said things about biting the giver’s hand.

(OMG watching that scene after knowing about Fushimi and Munakata’s secret mission made me truly itch to punch a certain King’s beautiful sparkly face).

She blamed herself for failing to look after Fushimi. I read some posts about Fushimi’s betrayal speculation before ROK episode 11 was aired, those who predicted that Fushimi joined Green for real, almost all expected Yata to stop Fushimi and made him go back to Scepter 4 (or Homra). While I understand the potential Sarumi heartbreaking angst and their another flashy fighting scene, I can’t help but think, can Yata do it? Not that I doubt strong bond between them, but Yata and Fushimi are equal in power. Okay, Yata is stronger in raw power, but Fushimi proved himself can accommodate his power effectively to match Yata. We know from their fight in Ashinaka Gakuen that Fushimi’s dual-color status can pass Yata’s defense, just like an attack can pass the defense from the same aura. Then Fushimi got his Green Aura. I didn’t say that Yata surely would lose to Fushimi on that situation, but it’s understandable if he lost and no one will blame him. But Seri? She’s canonly stronger than Fushimi, she’s usually can keep Fushimi on check in Scepter 4 and Seri is his direct superior after Munakata. I think if indeed Fushimi joined Green clan, the ones that have a chance to win battling him are Seri, Kusanagi, Kuro, and Kings. I can see Awashima blamed herself for failing to stop Fushimi and wanted to compensate for that failure by bringing Fushimi back to Scepter 4.

So, as if that burden is not heavy enough, Munakata brought Zenjou to his side and Awashima, who already worried about Munakata’s safety for a whole season and more, got an honor to watch on front seat as this happened :

Her King had a sword pointed toward his neck, but Awashima wasn’t fast enough to even touch her saber. Munakata’s Second in Command, who just realized that preventing her King’s Damocles Down is her responsibility, was shown the fact that she was not fast enough in comparison with Zenjou. Just, let’s imagine some time between episode 9 and 11 Seri looked at her saber, lamented at the fact that she failed to stop Fushimi and she was not fast enough to fulfil her most hurtful responsibility. Imagine Seri tried to get a hold of herself, readied herself to point her sword toward her closest comrades.

Of course her torment didn’t end there. The Quack Prime Minister fired Munakata from his duty, removed him from Scepter 4. And Munakata, wordlessly, without giving any words or announcements toward his clansmen...

(SERIOUSLY GIVE HER A BREAK! MUNAKATAAAAA!!!!)

I feel like that scene is the peak of Munakata’s “ghosting” toward Awashima. Not to mention, her (and Scepter 4) next order is :

(Help! My poor clueless ducklings are trapped while their genius jerk megane superiors are carelessly walking toward suicide plans!).

Honorary mention for the rest of poor lost ducklings :

(Yes, Munakata, you can’t just leave without any words toward your clansmen. Especially when you literally walked toward your death).

(BTW the meaning of “one unthinkable thing happening after another” is Fushimi’s betrayal followed by Munakata’s resignation. Little appreciation that they thought Fushimi’s betrayal is “unthinkable thing” even though the fact that Fushimi’s status as Homra’s “traitor” is widely known in Scepter 4).

(Zenjou-san and the rest of Scepter 4 are not amused by your secret plan shenanigans, Munakata and Fushimi. Zenjou thought that those jerks truly ruin meganes’ reputation. Unbeknown to him, Enomoto thought the same).

Well, we know what happened after this. Seri and the rest of Special Squad got their first clue about what the heck is happened from a freaking TV, they rushed toward their King, the show was shifted to Silvers and Reds and NO SCEPTER 4 REUNION OR SETTLEMENT EVEN THOUGHT GORA CRAFTED SUCH A BIG AND COMPLEX CONFLICT IN SCEPTER 4.

Well, at least Seri got to punch Munakata in the face, even though in my opinion she truly deserved more after all the shits she had been through.

#k project #awashima seri #Munakata Reisi #fushimi saruhiko #scepter 4 #scepter 4 alphabet squad #the way Munakata detached himself from his clan #kinda mirrored how Mikoto detached himself from Homra before his death #Kings...#On Munakata's credit #he didn't let his clansmen terrorized an entire school as his clan's hostages #Still what he did is quite shitty in my opinion #Also Fushimi who move along with that suicide plan #knowing Fushimi maybe he thought that no one will mind if he died on the mission #and Munakata maybe thought that as long as Scepter 4 still has Seri they can survive without him #Seri-chan please knock their heads together HARD #for supposed geniuses they're so DUMB #k meta #meta

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itsuki-minamy · 4 years ago

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“K - THE FIRST STORY” (Novel)

CHAPTER 2: FLAMES (Part 2)

*PROLOGUE: SIDE: THE BOY

CHAPTER 1: THE BOY NAMED ISANA YASHIRO

Translation: Naru-kun Raws: Ridia

Awashima heard Kusanagi's voice so cold for the first time. Kusanagi was calm and not bothered at all. However, the calm he usually shows in front of Awashima is not so fragile, and he simply announced the minimum deeds and will necessary.

The fact that the executive, Tatara Totsuka, was shot dead by a person claiming to be the "Colorless King." Since this case is a problem between clans and the police intervention does not make sense, they did not denounce it and they report that those who took the body was "Homura". The report states that "Homura" will use all of his strength to pursue him after all. She knows that "Scepter 4" cannot be used in places where it is useless, but "Homura" goes after the criminal on his own and does not require any cooperation from "Scepter 4".

Kusanagi said it terribly clerical and one-sided. He barely answered Awashima's words. Kusanagi reaction remained the same whether he called as "Kusanagi Izumo" deputy director of "Homura" to "Scepter 4", or as "Kusanagi-kun" and her acquaintance to Awashima Seri.

When he hung up the phone, Awashima immediately manipulated the PDA, took off her garment and put on her underwear while calling out to the "King" and "Head of Scepter 4".

Despite arriving late at night, Reisi Munakata, the head of the office, responded with a single call.

"What's happen?"

"There was a report from Izumo Kusanagi, the executive member of 'Homura'. Tatara Totsuka, an executive of 'Homura', was assassinated by someone claiming to be the 'Colorless King'."

Awashima made a simple statement, inserting a jacket between her shoulder and face and pulling the sleeves into her uniform.

Munakata replied, "I understand."

"We will call members on an emergency call. Please meet at the base immediately."

"Yes!"

When the call ended, Awashima was already well dressed in her uniform. To finish, she quickly tied her tousled hair in front of the mirror, fixed it with a hair clip, put on her boots, and left the room.

As she hurries down the hall, Awashima feels the rush of blood close to her heart.

A member of the clan dies. That's sad. She also experienced it in "Scepter 4". However, if the criminal becomes another "King", a clan war is inevitable. Furthermore, Tatara Totsuka is surely the oldest member of the clan with Suoh and Izumo Kusanagi.

Remembering Kusanagi's voice on the phone, when she entered the captain's office of “Scepter 4”, which was adjacent to the bedroom, she was led into the twister due to the commotion that might occur. Munakata and the members of the special affairs team were already prepared.

Awashima bowed to Munakata, who was sitting in the office, and looked briefly at the faces of the hurried members. After thinking that Fushimi was missing, the door opened at the same time with a loud bang.

Saruhiko Fushimi, who has entered the office, said with a sulky look that the "Homura" executive was killed.

The eyes with black rimmed glasses and slightly long bangs carry a somber light. She has never seen Fushimi in a good mood, but today he seemed more frustrating than ever.

Fushimi is a young man with a unique past who has changed from "Homura" to "Scepter 4."

He lacks coordination, but he has a lot of power to make up for it, and although he is still 19 years old, he is at number 3 on "Scepter 4."

"Scepter 4", which plays the role of a police force against the Strains, and "Homura", which started from a street gang, are conflicting organizations that collide frequently. What happened to Fushimi's turn, Awashima doesn't know the detailed circumstances and never felt the need to know in particular.

However, she was deeply impressed by how he received the news that the "Homura" executive with whom he had been involved was assassinated.

Munakata bypassed the members and began to explain the current situation.

Shortly after receiving the news from Awashima, Munakata had contacted the police and made the minimum necessary adjustments.

Police had already launched an initial investigation after receiving a report from the general public that heard the shot, and had also obtained sightings of men carrying what appeared to be the body. However, Munakata received notice that the right of investigation was moved to "Scepter 4" and that the police would only deal with the backup because it was a "male case" involving a person with special abilities. Police investigations have stopped.

Fushimi irritated his hair in front of Munakata, who insisted that they conduct an investigation.

"Isn't this dangerous? If it goes wrong..."

"Yes, we cannot do bad things. We will catch the criminal."

Fushimi's words were accepted and Munakata said in a rejecting tone.

"We cannot let criminals who get out of order and commit crimes go unchecked, and we cannot afford to ignore a private sentence that could involve hundreds of thousands of unrelated people."

Awashima took a breath in the current crisis that was clearly declared by Munakata.

Suoh wants to kill the "Colorless King". It was a possible future, where Awashima tried not to look ahead, feeling what would happen if he killed the King due to the instability of Suoh's Weissmann deviation.

Awashima reconsidered Munakata. The orderly "Blue King" did not disturb his calm and graceful face, his eyes beyond his glasses were calm, but his feeling was not always the same.

"Let's find the criminal. In our cause, without cloudiness."

They all corrected their attitude and welcomed Munakata's statement.

Awashima casually stopped next to Fushimi and walked side by side as they moved to their respective posts.

"Totsuka Tatara, who was killed, what kind of person was he in "Homura"?"

She asks Fushimi in a calm tone. She thought that he wouldn't reply deeply if he was astonished, but Fushimi looked at Awashima, and replied without emotion.

“He was a non-combatant. He mainly played the role of turning situations well, such as taking care of the education of newcomers or dealing with problems from his colleagues. Usually, Izumo Kusanagi was in charge of negotiations with the outside, but there were times when Totsuka was good at correctly engulfing the opponent in smoke and deceiving them."

Does it have a purpose to respond only with the performance without touching the personality? Awashima looked at Fushimi's profile. After all, his emotions don't show up there, but she felt that his always pale cheeks were paler than usual, probably because he woke up at dawn or because of the content of the news.

"Suoh Mikoto is…"

Awashima muttered as she recalled the "current crisis" she told Munakata.

"Even if he knew he would repeat the tragedy of 13 years ago, would he kill the 'Colorless King'?"

Nobody knows Suoh like Awashima. Awashima, the first member of the Munakata clan, was alongside Munakata when he first collided with Suoh. At that moment, Suoh laughed at Munakata's persuasion and concessions and removed his fangs. Facing Awashima, Munakata, who was always calm, disturbed his feelings at the situation of the fire beast or the disaster of the human form.

She believes that he is a terrifying man who has a violent orientation and destructive power. Awashima couldn't qualify that man, that even Munakata couldn't understand, he was immeasurable.

“The role of Tatara Totsuka. I think there was also an aspect like Suoh's security device."

Fushimi said bluntly. In the end it was a completely self-talking tone.

Before Awashima answered anything, Fushimi suddenly left Awashima.

++++++++++

A shot sounds.

The sound he doesn't know how many times, Kusanagi heard at the bar. The images taken by the old camera of Totsuka are converted into data and now played back on a personal computer. The video data was sent to the PDA of all the members of Homura to report the face of the criminal.

Seeing the images of his friend being killed over and over again gave him the feeling of falling asleep in his chest, but when anger and sadness find a place in his heart, those emotions are felt. No more irrational fuss. It may be okay to say that you are used to it.

Hearing the criminal boy make a name for himself, Kusanagi paused the video and spread the boy's hands. He intended to identify the type of weapon and follow the weapons acquisition route.

Kusanagi's PDA by his side, receives reports from "Homura" members one after another. Now they are gathering information about sightings around the building where Totsuka was killed and they go to the information store and the people behind the scenes to ask, but the results have yet to be achieved. There are many reports that members with blood on their heads were rude and had trouble, or had a fight with a member of “Scepter 4” who rushed in.

In particular, Yata, who is the leader of “Homura's” vanguard, was prone to ruin now because he was prone to getting caught in a direct path. He uses Kamamoto as an immobilizer to keep his balance, because otherwise he could hit some average person and hurt him. He was still a teenager and often played the role as his brother. Above all, it was Yata who saw Totsuka take his last breath, it can be said that it is reasonable.

As Kusanagi worked diligently, he heard footsteps descending from the second floor. Kusanagi removed his sunglasses and narrowed his eyes slightly, where the loud noise of stepping on the stairs and the soft noises of light weight, overlapping each other, made noise. "It's about time.", he mutters under his breath. Soon the other members will join as well.

Suoh and Anna appear at the bar. Anna's hand that was clinging to Suoh's back to hide in the middle, had a red flower. Anna held her in her hands, holding her to her chest.

The flowers were planned for everyone to give as a gift one by one on Anna's birthday. It seems that the rose that Totsuka gave to Suoh to give to Anna last night, was correctly given to Anna by Suoh. Kusanagi couldn't do it. The rose that could not be delivered or thrown away remains alive in a glass vase in Kusanagi's room.

Totsuka was supposed to give it to Anna when she brought that ribbon. He felt sad when he thought about the gift Totsuka prepared, but when he saw Anna holding the rose in her hand in an important way, he also thought that it was the best gift that could be given to Anna.

"Well, everything is ready."

Kusanagi stands up off to a good start.

"Anna, wait here. Mikoto..."

At the call, Suoh follows Kusanagi without answering.

As he climbed the stairs, Kusanagi looked back and saw Suoh behind him. A simple ring-shaped earring was on the cartilage part of Suoh's left ear, which follows Kusanagi after slightly dropping his line of sight. Sometimes it glowed red when it received light. Kusanagi turns forward, looking at the earring he's not used to in his ear.

"Do you think the boy who killed Totsuka is the 'Colorless King'?"

"Perhaps."

"Do you understand that between "Kings"?"

"No. It's just intuition."

Kusanagi sighed. It was a small sigh, but the exhaled emotions were heavy. The opponent is a "King". Kusanagi understood the meaning well.

"The previous seventh king, the 'Colorless King' Miwa, died in late September. After that, I don't know the story of the birth of the new 'Colorless King'. He was born in secret. We also don't know why he murdered Totsuka."

"Never mind."

It was an audible voice that he couldn't hear.

Suoh doesn't care who he is or why he did it.

Just find him and kill him. He's probably thinking that's enough.

Kusanagi said nothing more and approached Totsuka's body that was lying in Suoh's room on the second floor of the bar.

He closed his eyes and smelled the blood from Totsuka's cold body. There is not the piercing that he always wears in his left ear, just a small hole in the cartilage.

Behind Kusanagi, Suoh made a noise that lit a cigarette and the familiar smell of smoke wafted through. The smell of the cigarette slowly replaced the smell of blood.

Kusanagi looks at his friend's white eyelids, which no longer open.

The graceful face whose auditory hair casts a shadow on the blood-boiled cheek looked like a doll, and was like a stranger.

"Even though I'm always calm, I'm dying to face it."

From now on, he will be cremated with the flame of Suoh.

It was also the smoke from Homura's battle of retribution.

The body was burned near the sea.

Kusanagi and his friends, who were cheerful, spoke well and laughed at all times, lay silently and without expression in front of the coffin.

They couldn't erase Kusanagi's mood as if he was dying, his expression was so calm that he suddenly stood up and said, "Is it just a surprise?" And serious. Totsuka didn't wake up and closed his eyes with a disgusting look. The contrast between Anna's soft reddish color next to Totsuka and the pure white color of his skin, which is no longer bloody, stays strangely in the eyes.

The moment Totsuka was cremated it felt strangely quiet and calm. Only this time, everyone was filled with sadness and regret rather than anger, and Suoh seemed to be as clear as usual from the edge.

Suoh's flame of extraordinary power instantly burned the coffin that contained Totsuka, leaving nothing behind.

No Blood! No Bone! No Ash!

It was the last moment that he embodied the words of "Homura", but like the remains of Totsuka in this world, the earring that Totsuka wore shone on Suoh's left ear.

After three days.

It seems that the quiet moment of Totsuka's funeral was a dream, time was running out and it was too difficult.

"Homura" did his best to search for the criminal boy, and even the members who had little relation to Totsuka were burning with the spirit of battle and revenge.

When it's normal, there are a lot of nice people who get together and make stupid noises, and that's why they get excited like children to celebrate a girl's birthday, but once they get angry and have a fighting spirit, they burn like a flame and they don't fit in until the other part is burned.

Kusanagi usually sprinkles water on those people as needed to control them, but this time, Kusanagi lets them burn as well.

Using all kinds of information networks and some rough means, he was able to find out how the killer got the gun, although the whereabouts were unknown.

Kusanagi, who got the information at midnight, hurriedly returned to the HOMRA bar and made his way to the second floor room where Suoh was the first to live.

"Mikoto."

Suoh was lying on the couch in the room, lazy with a cigarette in hand. When he turned to Kusanagi, the long ash that had accumulated on the end of the cigarette fell to the ground.

"What happened?"

“I discovered the origin of the weapon that killed Totsuka. A multinational mob that wins a large business. Recently, it seems to have focused particularly on arms trafficking."

"I see."

"I need to ask the 'customer' who sold the weapon if he knows him or has a relationship with him. Muko-san doesn't speak so easily, but the time and effort of using the hands to fry is pitiful. I think I'll just take the elite around Yata and Kamamoto to the question."

"No."

Suoh with a low voice, carelessly interrupted him.

"I'm going too."

Kusanagi stared at Suoh's apparition, who said that while still in a lying limbs position, and blinked several times.

"When you go, it will be important."

"Yes."

"Even for the last few days, 'Scepter 4' has been keeping an eye on us. If you move there, maybe those guys will be out there big."

Suoh smiled.

He grabs the cigarette that has been too short, squeezes it in his fingers and extinguishes it with his own flame.

"Let me be."

In a word, Kusanagi somehow sensed Suoh's heart and sighed with a bitter smile.

“Goodbye to the plan, right? It's weird, but if you call, you can gather members right now."

“No, tomorrow is fine. You should take Anna with you to see if he's lying."

"I agree."

When he tested the calculations for tomorrow in his head and solved the difficulty, there was a voice from behind calling him, "Kusanagi."

When he turned around, Suoh had a mocking smile and cheered at Kusanagi lightly.

"Go to sleep."

Kusanagi slightly opened his eyes, squeezed his face for about two seconds, then bent down and shook his face.

"Yes, thanks."

"You can't sleep well all the time."

"I will return that word exactly as it is."

On the contrary, it seems that there are few humans who sleep properly after the incident among the members of "Homura".

But surely, he should have slept well. From now on the situation of having to move the head and body continues. He need sleep.

The same thing happened with Suoh, but Suoh shrugged slightly at Kusanagi's words.

"If you do it now, you will be asleep."

Guessing the meaning of the word, Kusanagi frowned.

From before, Suoh was sometimes "sleeping". While sleeping, control of the power is removed and the flame escapes accidentally, burning the walls of the room. It is usually when Suoh has a nightmare. He hasn’t asked in detail about his dream, but he can imagine.

Although it is true. He thinks now it's even better.

"No matter how much you sleep; you will not sleep."

Suoh chuckled slightly when he said that he had no words to say to the ground, neither poison nor medicine.

Probably tomorrow, he will meet "Scepter 4". If Suoh moves, so will the "Blue King" Munakata.

Kusanagi thought silently, looking at Suoh's expression, thinking that that might be a good thing.

++++++++++

That day was a very cold day.

However, if she walks alongside Suoh, the cold recedes.

Anna looked at the back of Suoh, who is walking at the beginning of "Homura". In the sight of Anna, the color of his power is visible from Suoh's body.

The most beautiful red than anyone.

Suoh, who was visible to Anna, always wore a clean red. Red has a terrifying power, but it is very beautiful and warm.

Even now, Suoh's red is transmitted to Anna from the hand that holds his jacket and warms Anna.

"Ok, let's go ask."

"Sorry, Shohei! Open the door first!"

"Ok, San-chan. I've worked part-time at a pizza parlor, so I can go naturally. I'll pretend to deliver pizza, and when the other door opens, they'll attack!"

"Yata-chan, run after the signal. Don't run ahead."

"Yes."

Behind Suoh and Anna, Kusanagi and his friends make the final confirmation.

From now on, "Homura" will attack a multinational mafia office.

According to a Kusanagi survey, the weapon that killed Totsuka appears to be a modified pistol sold by the mob. The criminal boy is unlikely to be a member of the mob, but it would be a great clue if there was a firearms trade between the mob and the boy.

Anna had a reason to accompany this storm. Anna has the ability to see through everything. Even if the other person is reluctant to give out information, Anna can reveal the lies and secrets.

Suoh's hand was clutching the lid of the lighter he had, playing with a clicking sound. In this way, Suoh's strong emotions do not flow towards Anna even when he is close to her. Suoh's emotions sank deep into Suoh, and the surface even seemed to calm down.

Suoh flips the lighter with the lid open and places it near the cigarette still in his mouth. There was a little noise.

Suoh turned around and looked at Kusanagi. Kusanagi cleared his eyes, followed by Suoh from behind and slightly raised his hand to greet him.

"Good, go ahead. Mikoto, come as slow as possible."

When Kusanagi said that, he passed Suoh's side and advanced, Yata and his colleagues bowed slightly to Suoh and continued.

Suoh and Anna became the only two to part with Homura's people, who were moving fast.

Anna takes a red marble out of her pocket.

She often uses this marble as a vehicle when using her sensitive abilities.

Anna looks at the monochrome world through red marbles. Suddenly, she saw small snowflakes fluttering from the sky.

Anna looks up at the sky. It was starting to snow. Small snowflakes fall in the wind as they dance. No wonder it's cold. It's cold today, like that night Totsuka died.

"Mikoto."

When Anna called softly, Suoh looked at Anna. Suoh's left ear glows red with the earring.

"Are you going to kill him?"

In response to Anna's question, Suoh makes a selfish smile.

"It's not that good."

Anna pursed her lips tightly and concentrated on her hand that was holding Suoh's jacket.

"Just do what you want to do."

Suoh's steps remain the same, slowly, but in a straight line without hesitation.

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Sitting next to a mob member who was shaking after being beaten by Yata and his friends, Kusanagi was smoking slowly.

On the floor of the spacious mafia office, who had been drunk, there were men rolling on the floor after “Homura's” attack.

Sitting next to Kusanagi, a member of the mob staring with his swollen eyes, at his comrades sprawled on the ground. Kusanagi brings the image projected on the PDA closer to his eyes.

"So, this is the guy we are looking for…”

Speaking to a foreign mobster in English, he points out the image of a boy claiming to be the "Colorless King" who killed Totsuka.

"Look the gun he has. It's from your place. Don't you know anything about it?"

The mob executives just flinch and don't respond. The weapons they brought to this country, modified and distributed, killed Totsuka. They needed to be remembered carefully.

Kusanagi put his arm around the back of the couch where the mob member was sitting, and he spoke so low and close that his breath was very close to his face.

"Relax and take your time to remember."

At that moment, a roar was heard. Dust enters through the entrance that Kamamoto broke during the attack. It seems that more tough customers have arrived.

Kusanagi smirked. He wanted to shake it some more, but the King had already arrived.

A heavy step was heard from the dust. Suoh stands in a relaxed look, hidden behind him, a pretty girl looks uncomfortable in this place.

"King!" Yata, Kamamoto and other members of "Homura" bowed at the same time.

"It's early, Mikoto."

Kusanagi says that, the lower part of his eyebrows are lowered. Suoh paused for a moment as if he had come to the neighborhood for a walk.

Anna stepped out from behind Suoh's waist, and when she noticed the shaking member next to Kusanagi, she hurried to run.

A mafia man with a swollen face and a nosebleed looked scared at a doll-like girl. Perhaps another kind of fear was felt in the appearance of the girl who appeared in the middle of such a disaster.

Anna took a red marble out of her pocket and hung it in front of her left eye.

She is a Strain with unique abilities before she was a member of the Red Clan. Her eyes communicate with various things like the past and the future, distant places and human hearts, and "see" by her total feeling. There is no such thing as looking at the thought of a scared man. If it's still hard to see, just push a little harder and try to uncover the hidden stuff.

However, Anna, looking into the mafia man's eyes through the marbles, simply lowered her arm.

"He does not know it."

Anna's words spread an air of disappointment among the members of "Homura". There are no leads on the criminal. Although some sighs ended, Suoh seemed not to care and said in a low voice.

"Let's go."

Suoh turned his back on him slightly and started walking.

Unfortunately, the members of "Homura" chase after him, and Kusanagi also offers a sincere apology by raising a hand towards the crushed mob and continues.

Suoh did not use the regular entrance and exit, and hit the wall protruding from his body slightly on the nearest wall and made a large hole, and got out of there. It's exciting.

"Mikoto-san, Kusanagi-san."

Fujishima and Eric, who are the "Homura" members who were watching, run down the hall.

"The boys in blue are coming. It seems that riot police are also deployed on the first and second floors of the building."

Behind Fujishima's report, Eric also says with a strange face. "The "Blue King" is also coming out. It only hits the mafia, it's an overdone team."

"I'm sorry. Right now, the Blues should want to stop us, even if we push a bit. Normally we wouldn't squeeze as much as we did a bit of force to ask at the yakuza shop, but this time we want to catch ourselves the hard way. The harm to the general public by people with powers is a great cause for the Blues due to the violation of accord 120."

"Agreement?" Yata greatly distorted her youthful face.

"The damage to the general public was just the wall that flew off, right? If the Blues get in the way, let's attack!"

Kusanagi shrugged, with Yata's breath at his side, and put his hand on Anna's shoulder, which was attached to Suoh's back, and gently pushed her towards Fujishima and his friends.

"Anna, evacuate with Fujishima and Eric. It's going to be difficult."

Anna gently approached Fujishima and others, but looked at Suoh with concerned eyes. Suoh doesn't look at Anna, but starts walking again.

Kusanagi smiles and looks at his back, and puts his hand gently on Anna's head and follows Suoh.

A red flame arises again from Suoh's body and deflects. The flame breaks the wall of Suoh's hand slightly like chocolat and opens a path. Apparently, it seems that the structure of the building is completely ignored and a hole is drilled in the desired location.

Maybe he has settled on a horizontal route, or maybe he just wants to spit out the flames swirling around his body.

When he went down to the second floor, Suoh burned the wall again. A red, tsunami-like flame penetrates the wall easily and the heat melts nearby metal. The flames in Suoh still burned so that he couldn't calm down, a loud sparkling noise crackled under Suoh's feet, who stomped on the ground.

To be continued soon... Be patient, I will translate the chapter little by little.

#k #k project #k the first story #homura

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jokertrap-ran · 4 years ago

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[Gakuen K] Common Route: School where Ability-users gather Translation

*Translator’s note : MC’s name shall remain as my normal (水嶋ラン) *Done on a whim, please spare me. *Spoiler FREE : Translations under cut !

Ran: This place is…?

Neko: Our hideout!

Ran: Hideout?

Kuroh: Don’t say such confusing things, Neko. This is our Club, the Silver Club’s Clubroom.

Ran: The Clubroom...Wait, Yatogami-kun? The Silver Club you were speaking of earlier-

Yashiro: I’m back~

Neko: Wa~ Welcome back, Shiro! Are you hurt?

Yashiro: Nope, not at all. I’m just as lively as you can see.

Kuroh: What about tails; anyone followed you?

Yashiro: I don’t think there’ll be any. I bombed them all with lots of flour bombs!

Yashiro: It’s been a long time, not. Well, it must have been a hell of a first day for you since you’ve just transferred in.

Ran: Thank you for helping me out there, Shiro-kun.

Yashiro: I’m not the only one who helped you, you know?

Ran: That’s true…

Ran: Thank you too, Yatogami-kun, Neko-chan!

Kuroh: I don’t require thanks for something of that caliber.

Neko: Yup! No need!

Ran: I see, but still...Thank you.

Ran: Aren’t the 3 of you scared at all?

Yashiro: Scared? By what? The Red and Blue Clubs?

Ran: No, not them. Me.

Ran: I’ve got powers that normal people don’t. That’s why I’ve been causing nothing but trouble to the people around me and that’s also how I ended up being unable to continue attending my previous school.

Ran: I thought that I could live a normal life now that I’ve started anew in this school, but it seems like I’ll have to search for a new school to transfer into now that this has happened…

Yashiro: You don’t have to do that. There’s not even a single millimeter of need.

Ran: How can you say something like that?

Ran: I’m someone that never knew that she even had powers to begin with. And then, suddenly...The School Building erupted into such a scene when I finally realised that I was the origin of the powers.

Ran: And then all my classmates started distancing themselves from me. No one could look at me the same way ever again.

Ran: I...I don’t want to be alienated by people just because of my powers anymore.

Kuroh: So, you’ll run. And then, what next? There’s no guarantee that your powers won’t flare to life again in the future. Are you going to run away from it till you die?

Ran: That’s…

Yashiro: Oh, for crying out loud. You’re so serious about it! Look, you’re troubling her!

Yashiro: I wish for you to trust my words. There’s absolutely no need for you to run from this school. Actually, it's the complete opposite.

Ran: Opposite?

Yashiro: That’s right. You’re someone who should be in this school. This school, Super Ashinaka Academy, is where Ability-users gather.

Ran: Gather? You mean…

Yashiro: Eh? Wait, you mean no one has told you about the Extraordinary Clubs? Ones like the Red and Blue Clubs and the like.

Ran: Kukuri-chan told me about those. She said that you can gain abilities if you join those clubs.

Yashiro: That’s right, but there are people just like you who’re also in those clubs. People who’ve already had abilities prior to joining.

Yashiro: Congenital or Acquired, regardless of which group you belong to, this school has a lot of Ability-users. That’s why no one would ever alienate you here.

Yashiro: Strains are almost non-existent outside of this Island, much less those who are born as one. That’s probably why they thought you weird.

Yashiro: Most Ability-users are eccentric themselves, so there’s nothing for you to worry about. I’m sure you can live here normally, despite your differences.

Yashiro: You’re not alone. This school is where you should be.

Ran: (I’m not alone anymore...)

Ran: I see. So I don’t have to run anymore?

Yashiro: Do you feel better now?

Ran: Yeah, a little.

Ran: It’s only because you guys are still talking to me as per usual. So, I think...I think I’ll trust you.

Neko: Me, me!! I’ve got a question for Rice!

Ran: Huh? What?

Neko: What’s your Ability!? Giving out a delicious scent!?

Kuroh: I’m certainly intrigued. It seemed like one that cancels out the Abilities of others from what I saw in the Courtyard, but what is it exactly?

Ran: Well...Sorry, but I don’t really know, myself.

Neko: Nya? You don’t know? What do you mean?

Ran: My Ability. I don’t know anything about it at all, despite having been born with it.

Ran: I’ve only just recently found out about these powers of mine. I was living a normal life, until that day…

Ran: That’s why, I have absolutely no idea what my power is or how to activate it.

Yashiro: So, what was that power you unleashed back in the Courtyard?

Ran: A coincidence. That just happened when I wanted to save Kukuri-chan.

Kuroh: So you’re a Strain that can’t control your own powers. You’re certainly someone that the Blue Club would love to put under their observation.

Ran: Observation…

Yashiro: Geez, Kuroh! Stop scaring her already!

Kuroh: But that’s the truth. You’ll only continue to be targeted so long as you’re a strain. Not just by the Blue Club, but the Red Club as well.

Ran: ……

Yashiro: Don’t look so down about it. It’s not like there’s no way to settle this.

Ran: Eh? Really?

Yashiro: Yup, really. You’re only being targeted because you’re a Strain. Therefore!

Ran: Therefore?

Yashiro: You should enter an Extraordinary Club! If you do, then the people in those Clubs will become your friends! They should protect you from anyone from the outside who tries to steal you away!

Yashiro: Plus, since they’re all Ability-users, you might be able to learn how to control your Abilities. I’m sure you wouldn’t want to go out of control either.

Ran: (Me...Enter an Extraordinary Club?)

Ran: But...You’ve got to be acknowledged by the respective Club Presidents in order to enter one of those Extraordinary Clubs, right?

Yashiro: No confidence? Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll be able to get in. I’m sure they’ll adknowledge you, and no, this isn’t just mere lip-service.

Yashiro: Suoh-senpai and Munakata-senpai both seemed to be real interested in you, and even I-

Fushimi: Don’t try to slip away from us, Silver Club!

Neko: Argh!!!! What are you doing here, darned glasses!!

Fushimi: I have no business with you. I came for that girl over there.

Ran: Me…?

Fushimi: Tch...That’s right. I was told to come check up on you by our Leader.

Fushimi: And to think that you’ve been all locked away by the Silver Club’s President once I’ve finally managed to find you.

Ran: The Silver Club’s president? You mean…

Neko: Heh heh heh! It’s not a what if! Shiro’s the president!

Ran: Ehh!? For real!?

Kuroh: It’s not a lie, it’s a factual truth. You’ve already received a detailed explanation from him, so why are you doubting him now?

Ran: Uh, well...I hope you can listen to this without getting mad, though.

Ran: Shiro-kun just doesn’t seem like a Club President at all…

Yashiro: Ahaha, that’s true. I don’t think I’m cut out for it either, but I’m really, really, really! The Silver Club’s President.

Yashiro: Although, it isn’t my intention to lock you up away with force. I just hope that you’ll consider us, the SIlver Club, as one of the options available to you.

Ran: Shiro-kun…

Fushimi: Tch...I told you not to try slipping past us, didn’t I!? Or were you not listening?

Yashiro: Yes, yes, sorry about it. Whooops! Lunch Break is almost over so we should really be returning back to our classrooms now. Come on then, everyone out.

Fushimi: ...And I’ve only just finally managed to find you too.

Neko: Darned glasses! I’m gonna lock up the Clubroom so hurry and get out!

Fushimi: ...Tch.

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Next Scene: Ally

#Gakuen K #Gakuen K: Wonderful School Days #K project #Otome #Translations #Isana Yashiro #Neko #Yatogami Kuroh #Fushimi Saruhiko #Gakuen K Common Route

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aki-natsuko · 4 years ago

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Kissing tears from the other’s face.

AO3 He wasn’t supposed to be here.

Fushimi had always felt somewhat out of place at HOMRA, even before everything had come to a head and he’d walked away. Still, he’d never felt it as keenly as he did right now stood in front of the bar and staring at the sign declaring that it was closed ‘until further notice’. There was a wrongness in the air, and not just because he was stood there, in front of a place he no longer had a right to be, wearing the uniform that proclaimed that for the whole world to see. No, it was the fact that the pub was closed, able to count on hand the number of times Kusanagi had allowed that to happen, as even in the midst of a crisis he’d usually managed to keep the bar open. Although, he supposed losing their King went a bit beyond ‘crisis’; still it unsettled him to see the sign, to see the dirt and dust building up on the glass, the lack of life spilling out of the doors.

Where was HOMRA?

It wasn’t as though he wanted to run into them, or at least most of them, but they should have been here. Had they truly fallen apart without Mikoto? It was hard to imagine, especially as he remembered the times he’d sat in the bar and looked around and realised that the clan was more than just their King, that there were bonds and friendships – that he had no part in – all around him. Could that have really died with Mikoto? He shifted from one foot to the other, unsettled by the fact that he – the traitor – was the only one stood here, remembering what they’d had, what they had been.

Misaki, what the hell has happened here?

Thoughts of the vanguard bought him back to the present, reminding him why he was here rather than at the office or at home. Misaki. It was always him, always had been. He hadn’t seen the vanguard since Mikoto’s death, and at first, he had paid it little mind, because HOMRA was mourning and Misaki was going to be with them, and Fushimi had been buried other the work generated by the events on the island, and the paperwork…the piles and piles of paperwork. However, as days had given away to a week, and then another, it had started to niggle at him, especially when a couple of roundabout questions to his own clan, had made him realise that apart from a couple of brief sightings the vanguard hadn’t been seen by anyone. Concerned, although he would deny it to anyone to ask – and deliberately ignoring the knowing look in Munakata’s eyes, and the disapproval in Awashima’s expression – he had started patrolling, and if his path happened to take him to the places that Misaki usually frequented then that was just coincidence.

Nothing.

It was as though Misaki had dropped off the face of the world, and with each failure to track him down, the concern deepened and morphed into something darker and stronger. Something that had kept him up all the previous night and had resulted in him hacking in and finding him by tracing his PDA – the same one Fushimi had given him – and that had led him here. To an empty, closed up pub, and memories he really didn’t want to get lost in. Clicking his tongues, he rechecked his PDA, but the signal was still there, defiantly telling him that Misaki was somewhere inside. Just as he had been all night, and morning while Fushimi had been forced to attend an incident on the other side of town, and that steady, blinking dot was making him uneasy.

Shoving the PDA away, and ignoring the feeling of not belonging, Fushimi finally moved up to the door and pushed on the handle. It didn’t open, but it was cleaner than the rest of the door, as though it was still in use. So, probably still here, he thought, before lifting his hand and knocking sharply on the door. He waited, tapping the door impatiently and leaning forward to peer through the glass, squinting through the dirt and unable to make out any sign of life. Gritting his teeth, he knocked again louder this time, waiting with even less patience as the seconds trickled into minutes. “MISAKI!” He shouted when he knocked again, deliberately drawing out the name in the hopes of getting a rise and forcing the vanguard to respond. He didn’t particularly want a fight after the days of worrying, but he would take it, but there was still no sign of life, and the fear that had been lurking beneath the concern lately surged to the front. “Misaki!” He tried one last time, already knowing that there wasn’t going to be a response, counting off a minute in his head, before he ducked down to examine the lock.

It would have been easy enough to blast through the door or break the glass, but something – not sentimentality – stopped him. Grumbling under his breath, he rummaged through his pockets for the tools that he always kept close at hand, but rarely used these days. A throwback to his time with HOMRA and the times he had tried to make their entrances a little easier, and quieter. A real walk down memory lane, he thought as he worked, idly wondering if Munakata even knew about these skills of his, before deciding that he didn’t want to know, just as the lock clicked beneath his efforts. He would have to suggest Kusanagi get better locks at some point. It had never been a problem before when there was usually at least half a dozen people with flames at their fingertips nearby, all more than happy to scrap with anyone who thought of invading their territory.

There was no one there to stop him today though, as he pushed the door open, wincing as it creaked before slipping inside and closing it behind him. Silence greeted him, heavy with a thousand memories and unspoken words, and he couldn’t stop his eyes from drifting to where he and Misaki had used to sit by the bar, or to the booth that Mikoto had favoured. I shouldn’t be here. He didn’t want to remember, didn’t want to recall the feelings of being one step out of sync with everyone else, the fear of the flames as he’d taken Mikoto’s hand, watching as Misaki moved away from him.

He stepped forward.

“Misaki?” He called, softer than he’d intended. Still nothing, and he clicked his tongue, several choice things to say to the vanguard when he found him flitting through his mind as he began to look around.

It didn’t take him long to spy the footprints in the dust that had settled, another perturbing reminder of how things changed, because Kusanagi had been obsessive about keeping the bar sparkling and clean at all times. Shaking off that thought, he followed the trail across the room, reaching out to brush his fingers against the bar in passing before he could stop himself. The footsteps led through to the back corridor, but not towards the stairs that led upstairs as he’d half-expected, but rather to the door that had led down to the basement. Something thick and uneasy settled in the pit of his stomach, especially as he spied a smear of something that looked far too much like blood on the wall beside the door.

He slipped a hand into his jacket and withdrew a knife, before creeping forward, alert for a trap. The basement door was ajar, and there was more blood on the handle – dry – he checked before nudging it open, and peering inside, cursing that he couldn’t see the room from the top of the stairs. He wanted to call out to Misaki, the urge warring with the cautious part of his mind that told him not to alert anyone to his presence, and he held it back as he began to inch down the stairs. He should have told Munakata, or someone where he was going, was his next thought, but a soft noise from somewhere below caught his attention before he could contemplate doing something about that, and his fingers tightened on his knife as he froze and listened. Seconds crept by, his heart a little too loud in his ears, before he heard the sound again, breath catching as he realised it sounded halfway between a sob and a groan of pain.

“Misaki?” It slipped out before he could stop it, already moving down the stairs, before he was finally rewarded with a quiet, incredulous voice asking.

“…S-Saru…?”

Reaching the base of the steps, he took in the scene in front of him a heartbeat. Clearly, Misaki had been there a while, going on the empty bottles and food cartons – at least he had been eating – and the rumpled, blankets on the old couch in the corner, which Fushimi could remember as being uncomfortable as hell. Next, his gaze darted to the projection on the wall, scowling at the sight of one Totsuka’s videos playing, images of a happier time written across walls reeling with hurt, and currently paused on a rare picture of all of them…including a scowling Fushimi, and he swallowed uncomfortably, before tearing his gaze away and focusing on the reason he was here.

Misaki looked like hell.

There was no kinder way of putting it, even if he had been that way inclined, and his heart lurched at the sight of the vanguard although he hid it by tucking away his knife. There would be no fighting today. Misaki was huddled in a half-singed armchair that had once matched the couch before a barfight had got a little out of hand, Fushimi remembered Kusanagi’s fury and the lecture they’d all received after that night and dismissed it. Instead, focusing on Misaki. The vanguard – if he could even be called that anymore – seemed to be making himself as small as possible, which was wrong on so many levels that Fushimi wanted to push and pull until Misaki was loud and shining bright again. He didn’t, because Misaki looked like hell, bleached of all colour as though he hadn’t seen the light of day in a while – which maybe he hadn’t considering the state of the room – which only made the shadows under his eyes stand out more vividly. Eyes that were too bright, too red. But not as red as the blood around his nose and chin, staining the front of his top, and the hands that had curled protectively across his front as he stared at Fushimi as though he had seen a ghost. “S-Saru…”

Fushimi didn’t reply, wrongness surging in his chest, because Misaki wasn’t supposed to sound like that. Lost. Hurting. Defeated. Instead, he closed the distance between them in hurried steps and reached for Misaki’s chin as soon as he reached him, eyes sliding over the damage. A split lip. A bruise spreading up his jaw and to his left eye – not just a shadow from lack of sleep there. Blood around his nose, although it thankfully didn’t look broken. He’d seen Misaki with more severe injuries before, although he wasn’t dismissing the possibility of other injuries just yet, and yet these ones seemed worse than any others. Maybe it was because Misaki looked…fragile, a word he would never have associated with the other man until now. Or, because he hadn’t pulled away and tried to bluster and say he was fine, instead of staring at Fushimi as though he wasn’t sure if this was a dream or not. “What happened?” He asked finally, far more softly than he’d intended, although grateful for it when Misaki flinched all the same.

“…nothing.”

“Liar,” Fushimi retorted, tapping a finger on the split lip and earning a wince. “Yata, talk to me.” He wasn’t sure whether it was his tone, a throwback to before everything had gone to hell and he had told himself that he didn’t care what happened to Misaki, or the use of his preferred name, but Misaki blinked and tried to look anywhere but at him as he mumbled.

“…I forgot…”

“Forgot?”

“…I got into a fight okay?” Misaki spat a hint of his old self bleeding for a moment. “I leapt in and got my ass kicked because I don’t…because there’s… there’s…” He was gesturing with bloody hands, and Fushimi closed his eyes as he realised what he was saying.

There’s no Mikoto anymore…No red…no fire…

No HOMRA…

The empty bar above them, with its damning sign in the window, took on more meaning now, and with it came anger. Where were the rest of HOMRA? Why was Misaki, stubborn, too-loyal Misaki, still here? Fushimi didn’t let that out though, instead opening his eyes as he moved to crouch in front of Misaki, propelled by something he didn’t understand and wasn’t ready to put a name too. His hand moving from the bloody chin to Misaki’s chin as he met and held the vanguard’s gaze. “Why are you here, Saru?” Misaki was the one to break the silence, voice soft again, the fragility back in force.

“I was looking for you.”

“If you want a fight, you’re out of luck…” Bitter, defeated and so unlike Misaki that it set his teeth on edge, but Misaki wasn’t looking at him anymore, eyes drifting over the basement and then to the projector and the images it sprayed on the wall. “I’ve got nothing left… no red, no clan…”

“Me.” Fushimi interrupted, the word welling up in his chest and bursting out of him. He’d always thought there would be triumph at hearing Misaki realise that HOMRA wasn’t everything, but the grief in those words, the hurt, had been too much for him to bear, especially because deep down he had always known that it had been about belonging and family. His anger with HOMRA was still there, burning white-hot at the moment as he realised that somehow Misaki was the only one here, the only one holding on, and he would be having words with them about that. But later, when Misaki wasn’t trembling under his fingertips, and staring at him with wide eyes. “You still have me, and you always will.” It was true. Even when they had been ‘enemies’, he had been there, unable and unwilling to walk away.

Always in Misaki’s orbit.

He waited for the angry words, the denial and rejection. Waited for the Misaki who had called him a ‘traitor’ and who fought him at every opportunity to appear. Instead, Misaki’s mouth opened and closed half a dozen times, before he swallowed convulsively. “…I have you?” Soft. Afraid… Hoping. Fushimi didn’t entirely trust his voice right then, this was so far from what he had been expecting when he’d tracked the vanguard down, and instead, he nodded, but he met the searching gaze without flinching. Always, he thought. And maybe Misaki saw the unspoken word, or perhaps the nod was enough, because he reached up and brushed trembling fingers over the hand resting against his cheek, seeming to jolt a little at finding it warm and solid, and very real. “Saru…” A shudder rolled through Misaki as he whispered his name, his voice cracking and breaking on a sob at the end, and the sight of tears beginning to roll down pale cheeks startled Fushimi.

Misaki…

He leant up, not knowing what he was doing, but needing to do something. And he didn’t think that Misaki was the only one trembling as he kissed him. It was nothing like he’d imagined on the rare times that he’d let himself dream about what could be, now was not the time, and instead, it was chaste and all too brief. A promise, in and of itself. A reassurance. I’m here for you, just for you. It whispered of Misaki and Saruhiko, of the two of them, beyond their past, beyond clans and powers, and loss and fighting, and Misaki responded, kissing him back. Just as soft and fleeting, and Fushimi could taste the salt of his tears then. The hope and doubt warring for control, and breaking the kiss he leaned further, kissing away the tears on one cheek and then the other, fingers moving to swipe away the ones that slipped through, unsurprised when more took their place. They left him, anger burned beneath the quiet, as he repeated his ministrations over and over.

I’m here…

…I’m yours…

Always.

#Sarumi #K #K Project #Yata Misaki #Fushimi Saruhiko #fanfic #Aki Writes #50 kisses

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chilly-territory · 5 years ago

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K Case Files of Blue 2, chapter 4 (part 2 out of 2)

Case Files of Blue 2 by Miyazawa Tatsuki

Chapter 4 (part 2/2) (volume 2, pages 224-246)

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The one to make contact with her target first was Awashima Seri. When she opened the door to a big hall meant for wedding ceremonies and such, on the other side of the door she found Nakamura Gouki sitting cross-legged in the middle of it, drinking sake from a bottle and making no attempt to be shy about it.

Recognizing her, the giant man said, "Oh, so it's you who came for me, eh? How about a drink?"

He turned and held his bottle up in Awashima's direction. Awashima let out a small sigh.

"I'm on the clock. But even if I weren't, I'd only drink with people I have rapport with." "So with me you don't?" Nakamura Gouki asked after barking out a short laugh. "You," Awashima replied icily, "are somewhat lacking in delicacy." "Hmm," Gouki intoned, stroking his chin. "I personally like you quite a bit though. Like your strong will so atyical for a woman. Your brute strength, too. You shattered that cage all by yourself, without any help, right? For what it's worth, it was made in such a way that even a gorilla wouldn't be able to break it. Which makes you stronger than a gorilla, ain't it ri---" "I suppose I am," Awashima interrupted in a powerful tone, making Gouki bite his tongue. Her expression tightened and she drew her saber. "Against you, I have no slightest intention to pull my punches. I'm sorry to say but there is no room for that. For that reason, if you make a bad move, you might wind up getting severely hurt. Thus, I sincerely urge you to surrender."

Awashima took her signature battle stance with one leg bent in front, the other extended behind her and the tip of her raised sword pointing downward. Gouki narrowed his eyes at her.

"Good gracious. In the end, we both can only settle this by brute force, eh." Still relaxed, he kept sipping his sake. "But before that, mind telling me just one thing?" "What is it?" Awashima kept staring down her opponent, not letting her guard down. "What kind of man is Munakata Reishi? What is he to you?" Gouki's face when he asked that was earnest and serious, and one that Awashima had never seen him make before. "C'mon."

Awashima flushed a little.

Gouki went on. "At first, I only thought of him as nothing more than a man Zen'ichi is weirdly obsessed with. But you know, as this whole story unfolded, I started finding myself taking interest in him, too. Just like with you, I sure want to share a drink and a talk with him. So..." he repeated his question again in the same very serious tone. "What kind of man is Munakata Reishi?"

"..."

Technically speaking, Awashima was under no obligation to answer that. But, being a honest and serious person that she was, she couidn't help giving the question some careful deliberation.

"Let's see," she finally spoke up. "To me, he is my king." "What I want to hear is not a shallow general description like that..." "No," Awashima cut him off flatly. Relaxing her stance, she elaborated, "To me, that person really is my king. And to me, that's everything. This is the only way I can find to describe it." She looked Gouki straight in the eye.

Hearing the weight and gravity in her tone, Gouki refrained from saying anything. Awashima suddenly smiled.

"Captain and I met before he had his awakening as a king. The plane we both happened to be on was hijacked by terrorists, and I helped Captain suppress them. It was like something straight out of movies. But some explosives we didn't know about blew, opening a big hope in the plane's airframe and sending it plummeting down. It was at that moment that he had become a king. All to save the passengers who were on that plane with him. And I witnessed it with my own eyes." Her every word was permeated with strong conviction. "For a long time, Captain searched for an answer to the question of who he was, and in that instance he'd had a realization that becoming a king was his destiny. If that's how it was, then I thought that my destiny must have been to support and help him. So I became his first clansman." "..." "Nakamura Gouki. Now, it's my turn to ask you something. Why do you support Kounomura Zen'ichi?" "Hmm." The giant scratched his bald head. "Sadly, unlike you, I don't have any special reason. It's just..." He flashed his pearly whites. "To me, Zen'ichi is a friend I have rapport with. If I must name one reason, that itself is the reason," Gouki asserted. "...I can't believe you..." Awashima breathed out a sigh. "I had my suspicions, but you really are one strange person, just like Kounomura."

"My oh my, what an honor!" Gouki's shoulders vibrated as he laughed. And then he added, "It's never boring around him." He looked like he was having fun. "...Thanks to that, I even awakened this amusing power."

Getting up slowly, he took the front double biceps pose that bodybuilders do, flexing said muscles. Following the swell of both sets of his well-developed biceps, Gouki's power spiked. In the air between the two tension hung.

"Something's been bothering me for a while. Initially, you were simply Kounmura's friend who became a strain only after Kounomura had started scheming to usurp Captain's throne, isn't that right?" "Ain't you well informed?" Gouki took a side chest pose next, putting his perctorals on display. "That's right. While participating in that grand plan of Zen'ichi's, at some point I had an awakening as a strain. And that fact itself backed up Zen'ichi's theory." "...What theory?" "That the Slate has a uniform response to a person's will. If you want power, you will get power. That is..." Gouki finished his performance with the abdominal and thigh pose. "If you want to become a king, you just might steal that seat and become one if you wish for it strong enough."

For a while, Awashima contemplated his words. Then she let out another long sigh. "You're beyond help." Quietly, she moved to take her battle stance properly again. "That's nothing more than a conceited and self-serving wild delusion. I shall correct it for you." "Oh well," Gouki grinned, "I guess that fits me just fine. Now, c'mon!" he rushed towards her. "Time to talk with our fists!"

Awashima met his dash with a battle cry.

†

About the time the fierce clash between Awashima and Gouki unfolded, Fushimi encountered Marumoto. This run-in, however, didn't escalate into anything as passionate as Awashima and Gouki's.

If anything, it was more of a game of tag where Marumoto, throwing lines like "Why do you resist opening up your heart so much?! Just become my friend! I know you're lonely!", "Eh? You don't have any social network accounts? Then how do you call out to your friends when you have a barbeque party?" and "I'm gonna chillax at a hole-in-the-wall bar with a group of good friends who chase their dreams together, wanna come too?", specially designed to get on Fushimi's nerves as much as possible, tried to run away and hide, while Fushimi did the chasing, clicking his tongue tirelessly.

Marumoto may not have possessed a sliver of fighting prowess in a direct physical confrontation, but he didn't specialize in reading minds for nothing either, excelling in seeing right through Fushimi's thought processes and hiding in his blind spots with exceptional dexterity. Changing hiding places from behind a fire fighting panel to inside a ventilation fan to beneath a sofa, he ran screaming out throwaway lines in the same vein as those mentioned above.

And each time the shutter of his camera clicked, taking yet another photo, it grated on Fushimi's nerves immensely. Fushimi swung his saber, chasing after him.

"Tch!" Tongue-clicking was only a natural response.

Fushimi had a sickening feeling that all he did lately was being dragged into these stupid games of tag. Except, both he and Marumoto knew that it was coming to an end. Through ingenious positioning, the Scepter 4 operative managed to block Marumoto's escape routes and drive him into a dead end. Of course, Marumoto knew what his opponent was trying to do, but through Fushimi's strategic maneuvering that looked random at a glance, he was running out of places to escape.

Marumoto's voice sounded strained with panic. Trying to find a way distract Fushimi, he'd resorted to alluding to Fushimi's family and the clan he was affiliated with previously, but ultimately it proved useless as, despite Fushimi's face turning bitter, his steps never faltered.

'I already was going to punch him once, guess I'll make it 2 or 3 times now,' those were about all Fushimi's thoughts on the matter. That is, for all intents and purposes, he was not rising to Marumoto's bait.

Until one particular statement from Marumoto.

"Why don't you respect your boss more? You should be more of a team player, you know!"

When he heard that screamed out at him, for the first time Fushimi paused in his steps.

"Say," surprisingly enough, Fushimi sounded thoughtful, "why do you follow someone like Kounomura?"

Silence fell.

After a short while, an answer came from a shadowy corner of the hallway.

"Well, because I respect him a lot. Kounomura-san is a great man!" "..." Fushimi sensed something in his tone. Marumoto continued, as if enraptured, "You see, until a little while ago, I was a volunteer at an orphanage that Kounomura-san operates. Kounomura-san is a very busy man, yet he finds time to remember the names of each kid and is always very kind to them. I look up to him and dream to be a person like him some day." "Then you're being tricked," Fushimi cut off bluntly. "Eh?" "Mooooron." Fushimi smirked mockingly. "Do you really believe a guy like him who's only interested in achieving his own dream would give a damn about some kids?" "Wh-what?" Reading his opponent's state of mind like an open book, Fushimi cut to the quick, "You're just being used as a handy tool. As if he'd so much as glance at you if you weren't a strain." "T-Take that back." "I'll say it as many times as it takes. You're being duped by him, dude. Poor schmuck." "Take that back, this instance! Kounomura-san is not that kind of man!"

Suddenly, Marumoto's form emerged from a shadowy nook of the hallway. In his indignation, he left his hiding place without thinking. By the time the realization of what he'd done hit him, plastering the expletive of "Crap!" all over his face, it was already too late.

Kicking off the floor, Fushimi covered the distance between them in one mighty leap and tapped the handle of his saber against the back of Marumoto's neck lightly once. The blow that could be described as gentle and almost soft didn't fail to hit the vital spot with precision.

"D-Damn it!"

Tears in his eyes, Marumoto collapsed on the spot, out cold. Fushimi sneered.

"Is it really that much fun to dream up an idol, put him on a pedestal and worship him blindly?" Then, in a dry mutter, he added, "...That's probably why I disliked you from the start."

With that, Fushimi slouched, taking his leave.

†

Awashima and Gouki clashed violently. These clashes of absurd power and speed repeated again and again. As far as raw power went, Gouki was winning by a small margin, but in speed Awashima held an overwhelming advantage. Both dispensed of tricks and tactics, fighting fair and square and only relying on their skills. Gouki wasn't holding back despite his opponent being a woman, and Awashima, in turn, put all her might into the slashes she unleashed at him.

"Nhaa!"

Lariat that Gouki launched at Awashima along with a throaty shout was blown away.

"Ha!"

After gaining splendid acceleration in midair, a backspin roundhouse kick landed on Gouki's cheek, sending his kicked-in molars in the air. He lost his clothes, Awashima lost her saber, and the battle came down to hand-to-hand combat.

"And theeeere!"

Easily gathering Awashima into his arms, Gouki threw her violently against the floor.

"Ugh!"

Twisting her body like a cat to absorb the force of the impact, she swept her leg, catching Gouki just below the knee.

"Gha!"

He hit the back of his head on the floor.

"And there!"

Still, he reached his thick arms to try and catch her, but Awashima managed to leap from the spot and avoid his hold by a hair's breadth. Then both put some distance between them, watching each other fixedly.

"Fufu." "Haha."

For some reason, they both chuckled.

Their faces were sweaty, they both were breathing hard and bruises and minor hemorrhages blossomed here and there on their bodies as a sort of decorations. Despite that, the two's fighting spirit wasn't dampened in the least. An unspoken understanding that the time to settle this once and for all was upon them was shared between them.

"If I may be so bold."

With a gesture betraying deep respect, Gouki stepped forward. Awashima came a step closer as well.

"Haaaaa!"

Gouki threw a right straight punch with all his might. Awashima's movements were free of hesitation. Resolved to the possibility of getting hard-punched in the face, she dodged to the side only at the last possible moment. Only, it was a feint.

"Gotcha!"

Gouki grinned and elbowed the crown of Awashima's head now that it was perfectly within his range, hard. The downward jab was like a blow of a giant hammer and packing enough power to be instantly lethal for a normal person.

Except in the end it was Awashima who emerged victorious in the contest of predicting the opponent's moves. The elbow attack was well within her expectations. She had confidence she could weather it and made her calculations based on that. Crossing her arms, she took that bone-shattering killing blow head-on. Unable to absorb the whole force of it, her legs trembled and a grimace of anguish crossed her features.

And yet, despite the pain, that was where her ultimate chance lay.

Gouki's expression changed, reflecting a "Oh, crap!" reaction. Awashima didn't pause. Taking one more step forward that brought her infinitely close to her opponent, she tensed bodily, gathering all her spirit and strength and putting it into a piercing blow to Gouki's solar plexus. If Gouki's attack was like a falling hammer, then Awashima's like a sharp stab of a saber.

"Ugh!"

It managed to pierce even through her opponent's thick abdominals.

"Bah!"

Gouki's eyes rolled back, and his body folded down. Awashima didn't let that momentary opening go to waste. Setting Gouki's head that, until now was too high for her to reach, on her shoulder, "And with this..." she said and lifted the body of her opponent up. His massive giant body.

"Orryaa!"

The throw she executed was so-called Brainbuster from professional wrestling. It was a power technique that you normally wouldn't see outside the ring where you lift your opponent upside down high overhead and then throw them right down.

"Ghaaaaa!"

Landing on the floor on the crown of of his head, Gouki screamed. He tried to get up but it was beyond his ability.

"Fu, fufufufu." His shoulders shook. "You really are strong," he said to Awashima who was breathing hard but stood over him as the winner, looking down at him. "It's such a pity that you're a woman."

Awashima snorted coldly. "You were pretty strong yourself. For a man, that is."

The snapback made Gouki chuckle again.

"Listen," he said when he was done, "I've got a request. You and Munakata Reishi. And me and Zen'ichi. Can we share a drink together some day?" "Well," Awashima replied as she was searching for her saber and then returning it to its place on her hip. "I don't mind giving your request some thought. But asking Captain about his wishes comes first." "I see."

Once he'd heard her reply, Gouki closed his eyes, seemingly content. "Can't wait then... Really."

And with that, he was out cold.

Awashima took a deep breath, wiped the sweat off her forehead with the back of her hand and turned away from Gouki, intending to head to the hall.

Her dashing profile was a testament to the strength of her resolve.

†

Kounomura Zen'ichi was in the wedding chapel on the top floor. Seated on the altar for taking the oath, he was swinging his legs as he talked to his wife.

"Uh-huh, uh-huh," he was saying into the PDA. "That's right. That's how it is. Yeah, I'm serious. No, I'm telling you," he persuaded in a soft voice, "I can't come back for a while longer. Yes, right. Yes. Yeeees."

Carefree as ever, he hung up the phone. Spinning around, the short man faced the other side.

"You were gracious enough to wait for me to finish, eh, Munakata-kun?" he called, grinning all the while. "You seemed to be busy with a call."

Munakata Reishi who smoothly appeared in the spot of light, too, had a smile on his lips. His frame, clad in a blue uniform complimented with a sword, was set off quite nicely by the special atmosphere of sacrality reigning this particular space. On the other hand, Kounomura Zen'ichi, not blessed with height or dignified stature and looking quite dull in an oversized jacket and tawny slacks, was out of place there.

The two's appearances couldn't have been farther apart: Munakata with his clean-cut features, well-formed and perfectly-proportioned frame and the undeniable air of refinement and elegance, and Kounomura, with a bulky body of a penguin and plain though not without a certain charm features, who couldn't be called attractive by any standard.

Nevertheless, the two men had something about them that made them similar.

In was in their gaze that observed all phenomena of the world with utmost attention, more carefully than anybody else yet for some reason remained distant and detached as if they weren't watching at all, and in their free way of life that transformed sadness far removed from the realm of normal into amusement. But what made them seem alike more than anything else was a calm smile always playing on their lips. That was what the two men so different had in common.

"I have to say it is quite strange. This is my first time meeting you face-to-face, but it does not feel like it," Munakata spoke up unhurriedly. Tilting his head to the side slightly, he continued, "The reason may be the fact that I've gone through massive amounts of information related to you in the course of this affair." "This is my first time meeting you in the flesh, too, I guess?" Kounomura spread out his hands. "But y'know, I made a poster out of one of the photos of you that I'd taken secretly and pinned it up in my room." He closed his eyes. "So if I just shut my eyes like this, I can see your image in all its minute details in my head right away. All your data are etched into my brain, y'see."

Munakata answered with a wry smile. Kounomura opened his eyes.

"I did it because I wanted to become you so bad, Munakata-kun. Because..." he was not shy about his word choices, "Blue King, I thought you were beautiful." "Please tell me just one thing," Munakata asked. "Why did you choose this particular method to dethrone such a king?" "Hm?" "Why did you choose to trick and trap my subordinates instead of going after me directly?" "Hmmm," Kounomura took some time to think this question over. "Why, to tell you the truth, I didn't put much thought into it. It's just when I wondered what it was that made one king, I thought maybe the answer was one's retainers." His face suddenly turned serious. "No matter how much one claims to be king, so long as no one recognizes and acknowledges that claim, one remains but a naked emperor, y'know. So I thought maybe the Dresden Slate would revise your status if you were to be cut off your followers. Then again, it was just one out of currently 12 strategies that I'd come up with, and from now on I'm planning on testing out the other 11. And rest assured, among them there are some that involve cornering you specifically."

Munakata chuckled. "So you're set on trying again, I take it?" "Yup." Kounomura's reply was flat as a child's. "I totally am."

Munakata heaved a sigh, still smiling. Kounomura made a serious face again.

"Munakata-kun, I think you've already realized this without me telling, but..." His voice sounded low. "The Dresden Slate. It's very dangerous." "..." Munakata said nothing to that. Pushing up his glasses with a finger, he changed the subject. "You cannot escape any more, and I trust you are aware of the fact, yes?" "..." This time it was Kounomura who kept his silence. And then he said peevishly, "I've prepared a few means of escape. But the decisive factor that got in my way and prevented me from making use of them is this awful weather." "Your friend," Munakata spoke calmly, "said one interesting thing to me. According to him, apparently, when you get down to it, all coincidences are but inevitable. So wouldn't you say your running out of moves is some sort of fate at work?" "Munakata-kun, you..." "You do realize already, don't you?" The way Munakata said it reeked of eerieness. He was slowly drawing closer.

That was the first time when a shadow of fear slid across Kounomura's face.

All of a sudden, he did an about-face, dashed to hide behind the altar where he took a detonator out of his pocket and pushed the button.

With a thunderous roar, the chapel blew up.

†

When Kounomura made it to the roof, the sky was covered with dark clouds twisting like dragons as far as the eye could see. From time to time, flashes of lightning pierced them.

The torrential downpour, cutting and violent, beat his body mercilessly, and the accompanying gale made him stagger. His face was a sticky mess of sweat and dirt. His hair, thin even under the best circumstances, stuck to his forehead, and his clothes showed tears. Having crawled into the emergency exit made beneath the altar, it took him quite some time to get out.

Kounomura turned to take a look at the rubble that only a few minutes ago was the chapel, and the expression that crossed his face then could be interpreted as despair, fear or maybe even delight.

"...I knew it, Munakata-kun, you're simply..."

There stood no other than Munakata Reishi. Around him the blue globe of a barrier was projected, and despite being in the immediate vicinity of an explosion, not even a hair was out of place on him, to say nothing of injury. Munakata was getting closer, step by step, smiling with grace and refinement all the while.

Kounomura felt fear seizing him. And as Munakata was drawing closer, indivertible in his approach, the reason for this fear dawned on the short man.

For the first time in his life, Kounomura Zen'ichi and his carefully made plans were about to fail. Here, at this very moment.

There were things forever out of his reach, and he was made to realize he could never become someone like the person in front of him no matter how he tried. Between the two men there existed a wall that could never be scaled. In that instance, both Kounomura and Munakata sensed it.

'So this is what destiny is, huh? In the end, I never even stood a chance.'

The moment he thought that, a wave of exhaustion swept over him so bone-deep that he could barely stay upright. His long past its prime body had hit its limit long time ago, and the spirit that kept it going just barely after it had broke that instance.

Kounomura was ready to collapse then and there. But just then...

"That wouldn't do, Kounomura-san."

A quick and strong yet gentle arm suddenly caught him. The wind and rain stopped. Kounomura realized he was drawn inside the barrier projected around Munakata. When he looked up, he found Munakata smiling at him from above.

"He who aspires to be king must never take a knee."

That determination was overwhelming.

Kounomura's first ever failure triggered another strong reaction, and another feeling, new to him, was born on the heels of it. On instinct alone, Kounomura groaned. And then...

"It's okay."

Freeing himself from Munakata's supporting arm, he took a knee before the other man, of his own will this time, and said reverently, "I admit my defeat. You are the true king, Munakata Reishi."

In that instance, he found a new goal for himself, a new someone who he wanted to become.

Munakata, though almost imperceptibly perplexed, kept on smiling, and Kounomura, as he looked at him, couldn't help thinking of him as 'beautiful' once again.

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The Future Of Their Clans 1 [K]

The Future Of Their Clans

Munakata and Mikoto experience something unusual; this allows them a look at the future of their clans.

Fandom: K

Hinted at Misaki Yata/Saruhiko Fushimi

Rating: T

Ao3 Link

Tags: badthingshappenbingo, Doesn’t Realize They’ve Been Injured, time travel, future AU, Red King Misaki Yata, Blue King Saruhiko Fushimi, canon level violence

Created for @badthingshappenbingo

Chapter 1: Doesn’t Realize They’ve Been Injured

BINGO TWO WAYS, FINALLY!

“What have you done now Suoh?” Munakata placed his hand on the hilt of his sabre as he and the Red King looked around. They had been on the roof of a building, about to have their clans face off when a blinding light engulfed them both.

“I haven’t done anything Munakata.” Mikoto lit a new cigarette as he looked around the now empty rooftop before the cigarette dropped from his lips. Munakata turned towards the direction Mikoto was looking at and found himself frozen as well.

The Red and Blue Swords of Damocles were lazily hovering in the distance, side by side instead of opposite each other as they always were.

“Shall we go investigate?” Munakata asked, mind abuzz with questions and confusion.

“Ah,” Mikoto breathed out as his Aura lit up his feet and hands and he was taking off towards the Swords of Damocles. Munakata shook his head with a small smile but was quick to follow the impulsive Red King with his own Aura aiding him.

The two Kings arrived at the site where the Swords were hanging over and found themselves freezing at what greeted them.

“Fushimi and…” Munakata’s eyes went wide from behind his glasses while he took in the scene below.

“Misaki,” Mikoto said in shock, golden eyes just as wide as Munakata’s.

“Misaki!” Fushimi called out as he ducked under a blast of green flames and threw his hands out, creating disks of Blue flames upwards.

“Right!” Misaki shouted as he easily leapt up the disks that Fushimi had created, using them to get an advantage as his Red burned brightly around him.

With a battle cry, Misaki launched himself at a man in a green and black helmet that held some sort of rocket launcher and left both in a carter, taking them out of action.

Fushimi’s sabre was alight with his Blue and he was slashing his way through a small army of green and black helmeted men. Misaki leapt back into the fray, this time familiar knives held between his fingers that were coated in his Red that also surrounded his feet, allowing him to glide and speed around the men fighting as if he was still on his skateboard.

“This isn’t working! There are too many of them!” Misaki shouted as he was blasted back to Fushimi’s side by a combination of green flames from their opponents.

“We better use that then,” Fushimi adjusted his glasses as Misaki threw a red-coated punch to take out a man who was trying to sneak up behind Fushimi.

“No Blood!” Misaki shouted as he was launched up into the sky by a disk of Blue from Fushimi while a blast of Red surrounded Fushimi in a protective ring of fire.

“No Bone!” Fushimi shouted as his Blue began to spike up high to mirror the way Misaki’s Red was from his place high in the sky.

“No Ash!” They shouted in unison.

“Fushimi, ready!” Fushimi held his Blue flaming sword in front of him, one hand behind his back in his usual ready stance.

“Yata, ready!” Misaki echoed his arms crossed in front of him in an X form with his knives raging with Red flames.

Munakata and Mikoto watched in stunned silence as they were forced to throw up their own shields as a huge blast of Red and Blue lit up the area.

“Their Weismann levels must be off the charts!” Munakata grunted as he and Mikoto both fought to keep their shields intact. Finally, the flames disappeared and the two Kings could lower their shields and stare at the street below. Every enemy Fushimi and Misaki had been fighting were on the ground and the two were standing side by side, fist-bumping as if they did this every day.

“So, they really became us huh?” Mikoto lit up a cigarette, inhaling deeply.

“Not exactly like us, they are working together in a way I’ve never heard of before. Not for a Red and a Blue King at least,” Munakata knew Fushimi held potential, but he hadn’t expected this.

“It’s Fushimi and Yata,” Mikoto said as if that explained everything and perhaps it did.

“If they are Kings now, we must be in the future. It would be prudent to ask them for aid to get back to our time.” Munakata suggested and Mikoto hummed in his usual way. Munakata adjusted his glasses before he followed his Red King off the rooftop and down towards the future of both of their clans.

“You idiot, why didn’t you say anything?” Fushimi seemed to be fuming; his hands were hovering over Misaki’s side that was now coated in blood. Misaki was leaning against a wall of a building with a pained look on his face.

“I didn’t notice okay?” Misaki huffed as he allowed Fushimi to inspect the wound on his side.

“Didn’t notice, of course, you didn’t.” Fushimi ran his fingers through his hair in exhaustion before he stiffened up. Fushimi turned and threw his left arm out in front of Misaki, his knives lighting up Blue while his sabre in his right hand glowed Blue as he stared down the approaching men.

“Who are you?” Fushimi growled as Misaki lurched forward with a pained sound, but Fushimi used his outstretched arm to keep the injured Red King back behind him protectively.

“Mikoto-San?” Misaki’s eyes were wide and glassy with unshed tears.

“Misaki,” Mikoto inclined his head with a small smile, “The Red looks good on you.”

“Don’t talk to him, identify yourselves now.” Fushimi snarled, his eyes flicking between Munakata and Mikoto.

“Reisi Munakata, Captain of Specter 4 and in my time the Blue King.” Munakata knew the procedure and was proud of the way Fushimi was acting and the way Fushimi had grown into his Specter 4 uniform. Munakata held his hand up, allowing his flames to light it Blue.

“Mikoto Suoh, Homra, Red King,” Mikoto grunted with his own display of Red, before inclining his head at Fushimi who blinked like he was taken back before he steadied himself.

“Saru, the strain we were trying to track down before the damn Green’s cornered us.” Misaki placed his hand on Fushimi’s shoulder.

“Time displacement, right. Damn.” Fushimi sighed and relaxed, both his and Misaki’s Swords of Damocles turning into crystals and fading from the sky.

“You’re going to have to come back to Specter 4,” Fushimi sheathed his sabre as Misaki bounced on his feet.

“Of course,” Munakata agreed pushing up his glasses. “You’ve become a man Fushimi,”

“Tch,” Fushimi rolled his eyes as he tossed his head to the side as Misaki lunged at Mikoto. Mikoto willingly caught Misaki in a hug, allowing the smaller man and now the Red King to cling to him.

“Mikoto-San!” Misaki sobbed into the man’s white shirt.

“Misaki, you’ve done well.” Mikoto praised.

Munakata watched Fushimi’s reaction and was pleasantly surprised when Fushimi’s eyes softened at the sight slightly before sighing and pulling his phone out.

“Akiyama, we’ve got a code 12…Yeah, we’re bringing them back to Specter 4… Yeah do that, he’ll want to see this and call Homra while you’re at it.” Fushimi ordered with an ease that made Munakata proud to watch.

“Misaki, you’re hurt,” Mikoto stated as he did his best to balance the swaying Red King in his arms.

“Tch, idiot!” Fushimi was at Misaki’s side, sweeping him up into his arms bridal style. Misaki just squinted up at Fushimi before leaning his cheek against the Blue Kings’ collarbone with a sigh.

“We can follow you back to Specter 4 Fushimi, don’t concern yourself with us.” Munakata offered and Fushimi glanced at Mikoto who nodded silently agreeing with Munakata.

“Try and keep up,” Fushimi stated shortly as a disk of Blue formed under his feet and it took off into the sky carrying both Red and Blue Kings.

“Our future huh? It looks like it’s in good hands,” Mikoto exhaled a puff of smoke as both remaining Kings lit their flames to follow Misaki and Fushimi.

“Indeed it does,” Munakata hummed as they followed the men who seemed to have succeeded both of them.

#K anime #Yata Misaki & Fushimi Saruhiko #Fushimi Saruhiko & Munakata Reisi #Yata Misaki & Suoh Mikoto #future AU #Time Travel #Red King Yata Misaki #Blue King Fushimi Saruhiko #canon levl violence #bad things happen bingo #doesn't realize they've been injured #fallenqueen2

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ridiasfangirlings · 6 months ago

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I had a very weird birthday because although I didn't commemorate it at all, nobody that knows me in real life knew or cared about it, a japanese Kamamoto cosplayer sent me a message wishing me a happy birthday on my social media.

So, this but with real Kamamoto and Fushimi.

Oh I think that same cosplayer has sent me a happy birthday message every year too! That’s very sweet of them actually. Imagine this maybe when Fushimi’s in Homra (since I can’t imagine the entire S4 and especially not Munakata overlooking Fushimi’s important birthday). Yata’s off on a mission with Mikoto, Kusanagi, and a few of the other guys, while Totsuka’s taken Anna out for the day for some big kids’ event at a local amusement park. He asks if Fushimi wants to come along and of course Fushimi just rolls his eyes and clicks his tongue, not even interested. Yata is expected to be back in time for Fushimi’s birthday but then there’s like a snow storm that causes Yata’s group to be stuck away from Shizume while Totsuka and Anna end up spending the night at a hotel. Fushimi wakes up on November 7th and finds himself checking his phone – not like he thought Yata would send him a text or anything, it’s just Misaki always bragged about being the first to wish Fushimi a happy birthday under any circumstances. There’s no text this time though and Fushimi just closes the phone and wonders why he even cares – his birthday has never been important to him anyway, and he’s never understood why stupid Misaki always acts like it is.

The bar is closed but Kusanagi asked Fushimi to help with balancing the books before he left so Fushimi ends up there, doing math because he has nothing better to do. Multiple Homra guys come and go, mostly looking for Mikoto or Kusanagi, and Fushimi sends them off with a glare and an annoyed ‘they aren’t here.’ He mutters that it isn’t his job to play messenger boy, if they weren’t going to be on time Kusanagi should have sent out a mass text so that Fushimi doesn’t have to do it. None of the Homra guys say a word about his birthday and Fushimi doesn’t expect them to. He occasionally finds himself checking his phone, looking at his messages and even at the old app he made for himself and Misaki, and tells himself it isn’t a big deal at all, that Misaki hasn’t bothered to send him anything.

Eventually Kamamoto shows up and he doesn’t even get a word out before Fushimi’s like ‘they aren’t here.’ Kamamoto knows that, he figured someone should come by and check on Fushimi. Fushimi clicks his tongue and says he’s fine, he doesn’t need anyone babysitting him. Even though Fushimi’s being his usual rude self Kamamoto isn’t letting it get him down, he’s just smiling like this place can feel kinda big and empty when no one’s here, and anyway since Fushimi’s underage Kusanagi doesn’t let him touch the drinks. Fushimi says he wasn’t planning to and Kamamoto sighs wondering when Yata will be getting back. Fushimi says he doesn’t care, he’s able to function without Yata there (Kamamoto gives him a flat look and Fushimi ignores it). Kamamoto’s finally like well, let me finish clearing the snow in front of the bar at least and then I’ll go. Fushimi’s all do whatever you want as Kamamoto gets the snow shovel, and right before he heads outside Kamamoto adds ‘by the way, happy birthday, Fushimi.’ Fushimi kinda freezes and then looks away with another click of his tongue, wondering how Kamamoto even knew that. Kamamoto just smiles and says why would he forget, Fushimi’s one of them after all. He adds that he’ll bring a cake by later, Fushimi’s like you don’t have to in fact don’t but Kamamoto’s already on his way out the door. Fushimi grumbles about how that idiot fatty never listens, but at the same time he feels weirdly lighter now, like the bar doesn’t seem as wide and empty as it did a moment ago.

#Fushimi Saruhiko #Kamamoto Rikio #Talking K #KamaFushi #idk what the pairing name is this is a new one for me XD #anyway shout out to the friendly Kamamoto cosplayer who wishes people happy birthdays!#it's really very nice of them and what Kamamoto would do

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martin-channel · 5 years ago

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Come and Catch my Attention

Summary:

A fantasy derived from the Season 2, E2 Misaki finally realize the reason of Saru’s betrayal, and the little hide-and-seek tricks between them.

Notes:

Just Misaki's true feelings about Saruhiko from my perspective. Please don't hate my if it's not good enough. Sorry for grammar mistakes... They belong to K(Anime) and each other.

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Misaki knows.

He always knew that Saru was the one in a million kind of person. If the two of them were the characters of a fantasy novel, then Saru, rather than himself, would be the one that attracts everyone’s attention.

And now he is right there, in his blue uniform—though he never wear it properly, wearing the iconic annoying grin on his face, and with all the indolence in the world—nothing seems to attract him, they say.

That’s not true.

Except me.

Until his skating board clashed with Saruhiko’s blades, and he felt the power, not the same one that flows in his own vein, but a much stronger one-one that mixes the mighty strength of RED, and one colder, firmer one of the BLUE, running through his ex-bestfriend’s body. He always surpasses him, both in the past and in the future.

He is the only one in the world blessed with powers from both clans.

There was the clatter of his baseball bat and Saruhiko’s dagger. Of course it’s quite easy for Misaki to dodged them, but the point is-they were so close the second before, so close that Misaki can count Saru’s long and curly eyelashes.

“How was it like-Mi↑sa→ki↓? Being defeated by your own color of Red by me?”

Don’t. Please don’t say my name in that voice.

He heard once, when the clan of Red gathered in the bar and those teens sometimes talk about the clan of Blue, some with a disgust while some with disdain. When he first knew that Munakata Reishi, the Blue King, once told Fushimi.

I’m very fond of you. Fushimi-kun.

How can he say that to the face of Saruhiko? So bluntly?

Misaki tried so hard to control himself not to explode before Awashima-san, one of the two superiors of Saruhiko in Scepter4.

He remembered even this truth was told by Saru’s cousin, Aya. She wasn’t the only girl who had a crush on Saruhiko in middle school. Almost every morning Misaki had to open Saru’s locker and got drowned by love letters written to Fushimi.

After finish reading some of the letters, for a long time Misaki himself couldn’t even distinguish

His own feeling between the admiration of those girls towards Fushimi Saruhiko.

After all, he was so dazzling.

In his eyes.

Until that day, they met again on the battle field. Those battles were so common that they almost meet five times a week. Even Katsuka-san would say to Anna, with his smile--the softest smile in the world.

Everyone seems to be happy tonight.

Even now.

With five more daggers cut through his white shirt and literally pinned him on the wall-with one between his legs, two tore up his sleeves and another two just beside his cheeks.

And there was the traitor, strode towards him, within a few seconds he was standing right before him.

Without a sound the young man with dark blue eyes

Oh, f**k.

He didn’t want anyone to see this embarrassed situation, it looks like the vanguard of HOMRA was weak enough to submit his obedience to those man in blue.

But he can’t even decide his own fate now, from this tricky angle he can’t even wave his metal bat to beat this fucking Saru.

Then he feels the icy tip of the blaze on his chin.

It was like a bomb of irritation exploded in his blood. He would love to have a battle with his enemy, anytime, and Yata-san is never afraid of pain.

But he can’t bear his opponents suddenly turn his sword’s cutter edge to the back of his blade and lies it across his neck.

We are not supposed to be like that.

“OH, shit! Stupid Saru! Stop it!!! Or I swear I’m going to beat--“

The man on top of him drowns out the rest of his words in a soft kiss.

For the first time in his life, Yata has nothing to say in a circumstance that make his mind blank and heart beats like this. Even Kusanagi-san may grin in comfort that someone can finally make Yata-chan silent for a moment.

Saur’s tongue got into his mouth and touched his, which sent a shrill down his spine, but he couldn’t help but struggle a little. The only light shed on them was from the dim street lamp. Saruhiko put himself close to the smaller with an almost hugging position, so the redheaded one can see nothing but only him.

Misaki couldn’t push him away.

His jaw was gently but firmly grabbed and lift up to gratify the wish of the taller one. He must have sunk in this kiss because he can smell only the scent of Saruhiko, he can only see the shadow given by Saruhiko, he can only feel the warm, soft lips of Saruhiko—

He can only think of Saruhiko now.

Okay, fine.

Fushimi can feel the body in his arm softened.

He lifted his eyelids surprisingly, only to find his Misaki blushed with closed eyes.

--You win, Stupid Saru.

But to be clear, I, Yata Misaki, your only and best friend in middle school, the one you should be responsible for, the vanguard of the Red King, the one who cares you the most, spare your life this round of the game.

#K（Anime）#yata misaki #fushimi saruhiko #k(anime)

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rubldus · 5 years ago

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♡(ŐωŐ人) // i was obligated

Send ♡(ŐωŐ人) to meet our muses’ lovechild! || ACCEPTING

Fushimi x Yata (4/4)

Name: Fushimi Hana (伏見花)

Physical appearance: She has long, bright orange hair that she keeps pulled up in a ponytail, and sky blue eyes. She’s petite and wears reading glasses, and she can most always be seen wearing some shade of blue.

Personality: A very outgoing and easily excitable person (much like Misaki), Hana has a deep and very passionate love for what she cares about. From Saruhiko, she maintains an endless unquenchable curiosity. She’s protective of the ones she loves and strives to keep an air of happiness amongst her family and friends.

That being said, she loves dearly her little family, all of them: but she’s daddy’s little princess. She loves her dad like nobody else, and he saves a soft spot just for her. Her big brothers are pretty up there too however, and she’s constantly being smothered by them. She’s very spoiled but is very careful not to take advantage of their tendency to spoil her, and doesn’t like using it to get what she wants. She’s her family’s god-sent little angel and if anything happened to ruin her innocence they might just kill a man. Not just her parents and brothers, but all of HOMRA and Scepter 4 too. They’re all very protective.

She lacks patience for those she considers ‘bullies’ and is always the first one to jump on people who pick on others. Her admiration and adoration of ‘heroes’ create her views on certain things to be slightly warped. She doesn’t always understand things and looks at the world through rose colored lenses.

She’s a child prodigy and, if believable, is even smarter than Koji. She taught herself to read and was speaking in whole sentences before she was a year old, writing in full sentences by four, and reading war and peace by age five.

The most prominent part of her personality, however, is her desperate longing to be part of Scepter 4. Her parents say NO to clan joining of any kind, but she thinks her dad is literally superman, and sees Scepter 4 as superheroes that protect and help people. She wants to be a part of that. It’s the one thing in the world she’s been told no to and won’t give up on or stop pursuing. In fact, it’s something she’s wanted from a very young age. She asked for a toy saber for the very first birthday she could comprehend doing so, and every one thereafter was a common theme- toy police stations, gymnastics, sword fighting lessons from Munakata, boxing with Kusanagi, blue clothes, etc.

With continuous begging and pleading, Saruhiko eventually signed her up for fencing because he can’t say no to her, and her new favorite thing became training with him. He doesn’t go easy on her however, because he wants to deter her from wanting to join the blues. Even so, she was amazing at it right away (of course) considering whose daughter she is. She still hasn’t been able to beat her dad, but she’s managed to best Hidaka and Enemoto once or twice- which is pretty impressive considering they’re on the special squad. It’s hard for her dad to get irritated about it, because she gets so proud of herself and she always comes to tell him excitedly about what she’s learned and how many matches she’s won- always with the goal of getting to spar with him. But her dad is clever, and he makes getting to spar with him extremely challenging to try and prevent her getting to practice, and his rules are ‘only once she beats x person can she spar with him. And if she loses she’s gotta do it all again.’ She isn’t discouraged though- nothing can make her discouraged because she’s stubborn like her ‘mom’ and really wants to spar with her dad.

Her parents tend to really beat themselves up because they screwed up so badly with the other kids. That’s why she’s their little angel. It’s not just because she’s their only girl, its because she’s a really good, sweet, kind hearted kid. Sure, they might’ve fucked up with the others, but then there’s Hana- who picked up only the good things, like her Misaki’s friendliness and excitability and high energy, and Saruhiko’s intelligence and sense of reading people and desire to watch over the people he cares about, and even his curiosity and desire to learn that Niki tried so hard to stomp out. She’s sweet to other people and good at socializing and she loves to help others. She’s their insurance that they have to be doing something right.

First love: Gojo Hibiki (五條響), eleven years old. The biological child of Mishakuji Yukari, left as an infant with one Sukuna Gojo who reluctantly kept and raised him. His father isn’t in the picture and his current whereabouts are unknown. He was named Hibiki- meaning ‘echo’- because that was how Sukuna felt about this child- just an echo of Yukari that he didn’t want, the fact only becoming more true as Hibiki grew older and proceeded to resemble his dad more and more. Hibiki sort of raised himself as a result, Sukuna making it a point to almost always be out of the house, put him in school/daycare/whatever until super late, and never really look directly at him. Therefore, Hibiki understood he wasn’t wanted from a very young age and now maintains that mindset as he moves through life, keeping almost completely to himself. He also goes to a not so great school with not so great kids, but it isn’t an issue for his guardian and frankly, for him either.

He met Hana one day while walking home from school, when he saw a bunch of older kids ganging up on an old man. He was going to keep walking- but then this kid in blue came up behind him and started muttering about how ‘he had seen it too’, was ‘there to help’, etc. and ‘on three’ they would go. And then, before he could stop her, this tiny little girl with a bow in her hair bounded out and started smacking the boys with her bag. Stupefied for a moment, he told himself it wasn’t his problem..but then he saw one of the kids coming up behind her and, unable to stop himself, rushed forward and joined in. Eventually, the older kids left: but not before he and Hana were both beat up. He got up to leave but was shocked to see Hana laughing, and even more shocked when she grabbed his hand, smiled up at him, and introduced herself with a ‘good job’! The old man interrupted them, offering them some popsicles from his convenience store as payment, and Hibiki somehow managed to find himself sitting on the grass in one of the city’s parks- eating ice cream next to a strange girl whose eyes sparkled while she talked.

She told him about herself, and her family, and how she wanted to join the blue clan. He sat quietly with her, and finally told her his own name. She replied with ‘that means echo, right?’ and his response was ‘because i’m only an echo of someone else.’ To which she looked at him, smiled, and declared all at once that the ‘ki’ in his name meant heart, so he must have had a big one, and she was going to call him that. He stared at her a moment before she asked him what he wanted to do with his life, using her popsicle stick to mimic sword fighting. Nonplussed, he told her he didn’t know quite WHAT he wanted to do. It was when she stood up and matter of factly stated that she was going to ask him ‘again tomorrow’ to see if he’d figured it out that he became interested in Fushimi Hana.

( Oh, and it should be mentioned that Saruhiko and Misaki are completely unaware of their friendship, but if they knew then there would be QUITE the issue. After all, both are quite #AntiHanaandAnybody and even more #AntiGreens and most of all #AntiSukunaandYukari )

Future: After a long while of some form of skinny love, the two ended up officially dating during their freshman year. Being the whiz she is, Hana kept burning through assignments levels above her grade with no issue, and was able to finish university by the time she was eighteen. Hibiki wasn’t stupid by any means, but he wasn’t the prodigy she was either. So he finished up school in the typical amount of time and opted out of higher education after high school. Instead, he and Hana- after lots of begging to her family on her part- eagerly joined Scepter 4 at nineteen as their simultaneously most enthusiastic and promising new recruits. Rare though it was for them to get field assignments, (Hana’s overprotective father worked in the same building, after all, and his prerogative was the utmost safety for his daughter. Anything beyond desk work and intel gathering through computers was intercepted as often as possible by him) once in awhile something slipped through and Hana and Ki approached it as partners and equals (Fushimi/Gojo, ready!) and made quite the reputation for themselves while doing so.

At twenty-three, after a close call involving a strain that left Hana partially blind in one eye and Ki lacking two fingers on one hand, relief and adrenaline brought forth a mutual decision for marriage and ‘the highest form of partnership, permanence!’ according to Hana. Her parents put up a huge fight in their disapproval, as did her brothers- but they were married all the same, a sweet outdoor winter ceremony in the snow, themed white and blue- which they and all their guests wore. All of their friends and family attended, and it was a beautifully simple event per the couple’s request.

With twenty-seven came the unexpected arrival of their first and only child, a sweet little lilac haired boy called Yuki (ゆき), meaning ‘happiness’.

#╰ ╳ ━ ❛ sʜᴇ sᴘʀᴏᴜᴛᴇᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ғʟᴏᴡᴇʀs . / ⁽ ʰᵃⁿᵃ ⁾ * . ⁎ ×#WOW LOOK SUDDENLY I HAD TO DO ALL FOUR OF THEM #akira i rlly love our children??? good babies???? yes #I also had to make tags for them oops no self control #╰ ╳ ━ ❛ ʟɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ ᴍᴀᴛᴄʜᴇs ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛᴏ sᴡᴀʟʟᴏᴡ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ғʟᴀᴍᴇ . / ⁽ ʰᵉᵃᵈᶜᵃⁿⁿᵒⁿˢ ⁾ * . ⁎ ×#╰ ╳ ━ ❛ sᴡɪɴɢɪɴɢ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʀᴇ ᴇsᴄᴀᴘᴇ . / ⁽ ᵃⁿˢʷᵉʳᵉᵈ ⁾ * . ⁎ ×#╰ ╳ ━ ʏᴏᴜ & ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ʙᴇ ᴜɴғɪɴɪsʜᴇᴅ ʙᴜsɪɴᴇss . / ⁽ ᶠᵃᵘˣᶜʰᵉᵛᵃ ⁾#fauxcheva

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1-lightofjustice · 3 years ago

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Choice and Fate

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("I made it in time to be with you at your final moment and share your destiny. I am satisfied with that.") -July, 1999

("It may come to be that you'll share my destiny and have to die with me." "Then so be it.") -December, 2013

Two Kings, two knights, and their shared destiny.

Pairing : Fushimi and Munakata, Habari and Zenjou. No romance but a very deep bond

Tags : Metafiction, Angst with Happy Ending, Zenjou Gouki P.O.V

Notes : I was re-watching Side Blue Seven Stories, and boy do I fangirling hard when Zenjou talked about "shared destiny" (It's the same word, unmei!). Especially since Munakata and Fushimi's secret plan is my favorite thing on K : ROK. Then when I read about previous Blue clan's tale, it occurred to me that Habari/Zenjou/Shiotsu really has some similar dynamic with Munakata/Fushimi/Awashima. Responsible and doting beautiful King, serious and disciplined Lieutenant and second in command, and the wild card "can't wear their uniform properly" private force of the King. Their situation is also somewhat familiar, but of course in Munakata/Fushimi/Awashima's case, they ended with happy ending *pats Zenjou and Shiotsu*

Link of this fic on ao3 : https://archiveofourown.org/works/31751149

Throughout the surprisingly long life of a Zenjou Gouki, he has encountered many crazy situations. Hell, he managed to see the Kagutsu Crater incident right in front of him and stayed alive. But what happened last night can be included in one crazy thing that happened in front of his eyes after a long time.

It started with him following his current superior (not King, Munakata Reisi is never his King) to a small plain room. It was furnished exceedingly modestly, having only a desk and a bed. Zenjou thought that this boring place must be the perfect place to discuss something like a secret plan. Munakata seemed to notice his thought, informed him with a light tone.

"This is my private room. Not many people know about this room, so it will be convenient for our secret meeting.[1]"

"So you really have a place to rest. I've heard rumors about you are some kind of creature who doesn't need sleep." surprised Zenjou. Zenjou has heard many rumors regarding what a bizarre creature the current Blue King. From he has an infinite set of glasses to he lives inside network and doesn't need rest, because no single person ever see him in any condition except straight and sturdy. Although, he also never saw Habari slept either.

He wondered if that was Blue Kings' stubborn trait, to never let people see their crumbled form even on the brink of their death. Yes, he already knew the state of Munakata's Damocles Sword, but the current Blue King's eyes never waver in fear of his own fate.

Just like Habari on that damned day...

A disapproving tongue click voiced his thought, also turned his attention toward its source. Entered a lanky boy with a scowly face that maybe can rival Shiotsu. Of course, he knew immediately the identity of the boy. Fushimi Saruhiko, the number 3 of current Scepter 4. The wild card of the King, Munakata's favorite [2], who has given authority to act freely as his liking [3], much to the discipline Lieutenant Awashima's frustration.

("Zenjou, don't just face the enemy head out! I ordered you to wait, didn't I?!"

"So what? Habari said it's okay, didn't he? You're too stuck up, Shiotsu..."

"Sigh... Habari, you're too sweet with Zenjou.."

"It's fine, isn't it? This guy does a better job when he runs freely.") [4]

"As weird as he looks like, Captain is a human too. Obviously, he does things like resting and sleeping like the rest of us. He just works all the time like a moron and spouting nonsense like King doesn't get tired or something like that." Fushimi's sarcastic quip brought him back to the present. Zenjou has to tell Shiotsu that as delinquent as his past self, this boy is way way worse than him.

At least he never called Habari a moron.

Captain didn't look offended at the insult, though. He greeted the boy with his usual amused tone.

"Ah, Fushimi-kun, you finally came. Have you finished your work?"

The boy shrugged and sat on the only chair in the room, facing Munakata who was seated on his bed. Zenjou himself was content to stand leaning on the wall, away from any of them as possible.

"Tsk, after the alliance agreed on Silver King's plan, I have so many things that have to be prepared. You are the one who asked me to come to your room after today's work is over without getting noticed by other people. Do you realize how wrong it sounds?"

Munakata only smiled at Fushimi's insolent words.

"I'm sorry, but there's something important that I have to discuss with you in secret. It's related to Silver King's plan that we've heard this noon. After listening to that, I am planning to make a backup plan in case his plan is failed."

Backup plan...quite a natural move for the current Scepter 4's Captain. For a Blue King, he had a quite pessimistic mindset. Once again, Zenjou ascertained that Munakata is not the same as his bright and optimistic Habari.

But, a doubtful thought entered his mind. Was Habari indeed always optimistic? Suddenly he recalled his conversation with Habari about birds dropping, and Zenjou mulled, maybe Habari knew about his upcoming tragic fate earlier than he thought. [5]

Fushimi looked at Munakata with a curious gaze, devoid of worry or mistrust upon Captain's words.

"You think his plan will be failed?"

"I can't say that his plan will surely fail, but for a King who runs in shadow all this time, it's weird for Green King to make such an open attack. I have a feeling that Green King has something on his sleeve and it potentially can mess up Silver King's plan."

"Why didn't you say something at the alliance meeting earlier?" asked Fushimi, fully aware that the usual Munakata Reisi should not hesitate to say anything on his mind at the earlier alliance meeting. Munakata pushed his glasses in a somewhat weirdly embarrassed gesture.

"Because I'm still not sure what is Green King's hidden trick so so that my suspicions can seem like paranoia for no reason. I also don't want to discourage other Kings before the battle. Anna-kun is still a child and Isana-shi seems to...have quite a weak mental strength. Besides, the fewer people who know about my backup plan, the better."

Fushimi scanned around the room, seemed to have just realized the absence of Lieutenant Awashima and other Scepter 4 members.

"Lieutenant and the rest of Scepter 4 members are not included in your plan?"

"Yes, I just need you, Fushimi-kun, and you, Zenjou-san. I don't plan to include other clans either but I can't control their action. Is there any more question?"

Looks like finally the curious youth ran out of his questions. Zenjou himself refused to say anything unless he was asked directly.

"Alright then, will the two of you hear what I have to say?"

Zenjou felt a sudden deja vu. Three of them, a king and two wild cards, this situation mirrored their meeting before Kusuhara's avenge mission.[6]

"Fine, let's hear about your plan."

"If our defense on Mihashira tower is defeated and the Slate gets stolen by Green clan, I need you to enter Green clan, Fushimi-kun."

Zenjou froze upon hearing the sentence. He threw his full attention toward Munakata, to see what kind of face he made after uttered such a crazy task. But Munakata didn't seem going to take his words. The current Blue King switched his gaze at the boy Fushimi, who had an unnaturally speechless look on his young face.

"Infiltrate Green Clan, get as close as possible to their secret quarters and the Slate, then give us chance to attack them."

Fushimi's shocked face lasted for a few minutes. Then he finally found his voice to spoke up.

"Let me get this straight. You want me to be Green King's clansman. That means betray Scepter 4. Betray you ."

Munakata maintained his unshakable serenity.

"Yes, we will have a fake quarrel in front of everyone and you are supposed to leave me in anger."

The youth gradually lost his shocked face. In exchange, his mouth morphed into a twisted grin, and he let out a quite long crazed laugh. Captain just stared at him in silence with no intention to stop his subordinate's bizarre action. In the end, the boy regained his composure and threw Munakata a bitter smile.

"I see, it's such a fitting job for a traitor like me."

Munakata lowered his gaze, but his voice remained steady.

"Indeed you are the only one who can do this task, not only because you have switched clan before, but also I have complete faith in your ability to fulfill this mission."

"Faith, huh..."

Hearing his favorite subordinate's mocking tone, the Scepter 4 captain stood up and walked to the table near the boy. He gently put his hand on the table and spoke softly.

"But I understand that it's not an easy task to accept so you have all night to consider this. In the morning, please give-"

"I'll do it."

"Fushimi-kun?" Munakata's composure shook a little, jolted at Fushimi's resolute words. The person in question stared his Captain head-on with a determined expression.

"I accept this mission. Truly annoying, but I understand the importance of the backup plan, and your plan seems logical enough."

"Fushimi-kun, I advise you to think about this matter carefully. This is a mission with no guarantee that you would return alive. You can refuse it."

"Tsk, don't you say that you have faith in my ability?"

"I have absolute confidence that you can perform this task successfully. But after Green clan is aware of your espionage, you will be trapped in the middle of enemy's territory alone, especially since this mission is kept as a secret from everyone except me, you and Zenjou-san."

Fushimi took his eyes off Munakata and looked at Zenjou, as if just noticing the veteran's presence in the room. He looked at the scarred man slightly annoyed, probably because he didn't like other people to see his last (maybe) mental breakdown.

I don't want to see it either, kid. I don't even know why I am here.

"I understand to keep it from Lieutenant and others to make my betrayal will look real, but why does Zenjou-san is included in this plan?" protested Fushimi, not caring a little bit about Zenjou's demonic popularity. Then again, that kid once (maybe) deliberately passed him and taunted him with his own Captain's condition [7].

Truly no wonder that he's Munakata's favorite.

"After you give a chance to attack, I plan to confront Green clan and Zenjou-san, I need you to be my only companion."

If before Zenjou froze, now he felt like he was being doused by cold water. No one in the room didn't understand the hidden meaning of the Blue King's sentence. Munakata walked toward Zenjou and stared at him sternly, signified how serious the situation that Zenjou was getting into.

"I do not plan to include other Scepter 4 members since Awashima-kun and the rest should handle clan's matters in my absence. Zenjou-san, I will rely on your ability to give me the best possible protection while facing Green clan."

So he refused to say outright about the elephant in the room, huh. How hilarious. Voicing his thought, the youth snorted sarcastically.

"Pft, best possible protection, isn't he your executioner? Or what do you call him? Your Sword of Damocles, part of your destiny."

Wow, ain't that familiar words. So the boy overheard his conversation with the current Blue King on Kusuhara's avenge mission. Munakata didn't mind his subordinate's provocative words at all and firmly addressed the elder man.

"Zenjou-san, are you willing to accompany me and obliterate any threat that can harm humanity?"

Zenjou-san was well aware that the said humanity's threats meant by Munakata are not only about Green Clan and their grand plan. Munakata planned to push his Weismann's level past its limit to face Green clan, and when his Damocles Sword is at the risk of getting down, his life will be the obstacle that must be removed to prevent massive destruction.

(”Zenjou, you will always do the right thing. You will cut what needs to be cut.”)

"I will cut anything that needs to be cut."

"That's good then" nodded Munakata, who seemed satisfied at the confirmation of his own execution.

Silence engulfed the small room. Neither of them intended to open break the ice, probably busy with thoughts of each great burden on their shoulders. After a few minutes, the boy spoke up with an amused yet depressed tone.

"Lieutenant will not be happy about this."

"I bet she won't," chuckled Munakata softly.

"If somehow we can survive in the end, she will choke us with massive ankos."

The boy suppressed his giggle. He was aware of his impending fate, the high possibility of his death with his King...

And he laughed.

On that day , didn't he also laughed at the possibility of his death alongside Habari? Wait, no, he laughed about how angry Shiotsu to be left alone and has to handle all the mess after their death. And in the end, Shiotsu still had to take care of all Scepter 4 matters because Zenjou after he cut his own king is truly dead in everything but breaths.

Glad that Shiotsu isn't obsessed with anko. Not that he dislikes anko, though.

Captain's chuckle disappeared, seemed that he didn't enjoy Fushimi's newest humor.

"Fushimi-kun, are you sure-"

Fushimi stood up to silence Munakata's mouth, fixed his eyes to his Captain steadily.

"Shut up, I said that I will do it, didn't I. Just like you said, I am the only one who can do it. Instead of nagging me, you should think about yourself."

Fushimi turned around, refusing to face his Captain. The boy muttered petulantly.

"....I am not the one who will walk toward a practically suicide plan."

Munakata sat back on his bed, staring at the room ceiling.

"Your mission has a very high risk, it can be considered a suicide plan, though. It may come to be that you'll share my destiny and have to die with me."

"Then so be it."

Seeing the despairing scene unfolding before his eyes, Zenjou looked away, hard. He didn't like it. The scene he saw right now, is too similar like on that day.

("I made it in time to be with you at your final moment, and share your destiny. I am satisfied with that.")

"Well, there's nothing left to discuss, right? Then I'll go, there are so many things that need to be prepared for tomorrow's plan, also for this new backup plan."The boy hurriedly walked toward the door, still refuse to turn back and saw his Captain.

"Fushimi-kun?"

"Yes?"

The current Blue King took his eyes off the ceiling, focused his attention at his subordinate's back.

"If there's a time when you can choose your fate, please choose the best option for your safety."

The boy was silent for a few moments. Then, still with his back to his Captain, he grabbed the doorknob

"I'll keep that in mind."

The door was opened, and Fushimi was ready to walk out of that room. But, he turned back facing Munakata and stated with a soft yet clear voice.

"When the time comes, I have a feeling that my body will do what I think it's right to do, reason doesn't matter. Just like that night when I stepped to your side. So, I can't promise you anything that I myself can't understand."

"I see... Then, whatever your choice later, do not hesitate."

("Do not hesitate, Zenjou.")

"Yeah, I will not regret it."

I don't understand. Why did I must kill you that time, Habari?

The former right-hand of late Blue King silently watched as the youth's figure completely disappeared from the room. The current Blue King rose from his bed and also walked to the door.

"The meeting is over. Looks like we have so many things to be prepared, aren't we, Zenjou-san? Or do you have any questions?"

Questions? He has so many of them. He felt like he didn't understand anything at all. Blue Kings. Munakata.

Habari.

But there's one thing he had to make sure of.

"You will not let the boy share your fate, aren't you?"

Munakata just smiled softly and walked out of the room, as if his smile is enough for an answer. But the right-hand man of the late Blue King understood the meaning of that damned familiar smile.

The answer is as clear as the blue sky.

King, Zenjou thought, is truly the cruelest being.

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As Munakata predicted, Mihashira's plan was failed and Green clan succeed in stealing the Slate. As per Munakata's plan, he had a nasty verbal fight with Fushimi and the boy left in anger (he wondered how much it was acting and how much it was their scream to each other for the last time). Then, just like Munakata's prediction, the boy managed to be Jungle J-ranker, the current Blue King was fired from his job, and the rest of Scepter 4 were not allowed to leave home base.

The final stage had been prepared.

"I wish I knew what they were thinking, both Captain and Fushimi-san!"

A young energetic blue clansman's voice of frustration echoed in his ears, while he accompanied the Captain walked toward Green clan's base. Funnily, he wondered the same. He glanced at the current Blue King, hoped to catch a glimpse of emotion regarding his impending death. But the current Blue King walked straight as usual, there is no hesitation in his steps and his regal posture.

Habari, when you stood straight facing my sword, surrounded by destruction, what were you thinking?

Did he think about his duty as King to preserve society?

Did he think about his fate to die for everyone's sake?

Did he think about the benefit of his disappearance?

Is it... Is it so wrong for Zenjou to think the opposite?

To think that the world can crash and burn as long as he can be on his King's side?

("The country would be destroyed."

"I see... None of my concern. I fight with you, I die with you. That's all I need to do. Let Shiotsu take care of the rest.")

Losing on his thought, and let his body automatically slashed anything that came across their path, he halted when Munakata suddenly stopped in the middle of the road.

"Now we wait."

Wait, for what?

Zenjou got his answer quickly after. The road in front of him trembled and shifted. Green clan members around them yelled in panic, confused why and how the gate of their secret base was opened.

But the former right-hand of late Blue King understood. The boy did it. He chose to stay on his King's side and fight for his sake, disregarding his own life.

This means that for the boy, opened the gate for his King is the right thing to do.

Again, he hurriedly took a glance at the King beside him. The Blue King smiled softly, relief in his eyes tingled with immeasurable fondness.

"Fushimi-kun. You have done it."[8]

("That's right, Zenjou. That's fine.")

As if his mind wasn't already filled with painful nostalgia, a familiar person appeared from the gate. Ootori Seigo, the Gray King, another person who lost his everything because of Kagutsu Crater.

"Good grief, the gate really did open. Nagare's foresight is quite accurate."

Of course, the Gray King acknowledged Zenjou as Habari Jin's right-hand man. It's been 14 years ago, but no one will ever forget everything that happened in the middle of Kagutsu Crater. Not that he had any business with Ootori Seigo, now.

He was Munakata's problem.

As the Gray King summoned Damocles Sword, Munakata also summoned his. The broken Blue Damocles Sword clashed with the solid Gray Sword.

The Blue King unleashed his sanctum, pushing his Weissman level.

Green clan had been aware of the boy's infiltration.

The countdown of their death has begun.

So far, everything has gone according to Munakata's plan. But then many unexpected things happened. The first was the arrival of the red and white clansmen who entered the entrance that had been opened by Fushimi. Indeed, the Blue King had said that he cannot control the movements of other clans, but what happened after that certainly completely deviated from Captain's prediction.

Scepter 4 members, who were supposed to be confined in their home base, disregarded the orders from above and came to assist their King. For a supposed genius, Munakata is truly stupid to think that he stopped being their leader after he was fired. As if any clansman will accept that a single piece of paper dictates them to abandon their King.

("Tokyo Legal Affairs Bureau, Civil Registry Department, Annex 4 is just a facade. Our true identity is the proud Scepter 4 clansmen of Blue King, Munakata Reisi").

Supported by his clansmen's sanctuary, the Blue King rose from adversity and managed to turn the tide. In the end, he succeeded to land a fatal blow on Ootori Seigo and made his Damocles Sword disappeared. Every blue clansman rejoiced for it before suddenly Munakata's whole body crackled with uncontrolled Blue power.

Scepter 4 Lieutenant suddenly rushed to his side and prevented other people to come closer to her King.

"Everyone, stand back. You too, Zenjou-san."

Not too long ago, he challenged Lieutenant Awashima to kill her King. He didn't really think that it had to be her job to slay her King and stop her King's Damocles Sword. Maybe he was testing her. Maybe he was just annoyed because she nagged him about his role in killing King in the past (not that she was worse than Munakata about that). Maybe he was a little resentful because people like her remembered him best as the person who was credited with stopping Habari's Damocles Down by killing his own King.

No matter what reason, it was clear that Awashima took his words seriously. She immediately went to Munakata's side and kept everyone away from him.

"I am his lieutenant. If necessary, I will..." declared Awashima firmly, But her hands were shaking, indicating the heavy feeling raging in her heart.

("Zenjou, as always, you never do wrong things. You will cut what needs to be cut.")

The current Blue King just kept calm with his crackling body. Maybe he already gave up on controlling everything that happened around him and allowed himself to go with the inevitable flow of fate. What did he say before? 'There are times when you want to throw out reason and let fate take its course'.

"Awashima-kun, when the time comes, do not hesitate."

("Do not hesitate, Zenjou.")

Too focused on what was happening, no one noticed the gray king's departure from his previous place. Zenjou just noticed it for a while, and let him be. With the old man's battered body, Ootori couldn't do anything except mustered his last strength and limped toward his purpose of life.

"At least, he can die where he wants."

Which is certainly couldn't be said for Zenjou. All he can do is to live and observe the next tale of Blue. Blue that did not belong to him.

Wild power in Munakata' body was intensified. Crack in the huge blue sword grew exponentially. Lieutenant Awashima strengthened her grip on her sword, gritted her teeth.

Will history repeated itself?

Will the right hand of the King, the most devoted clansman of Blue, killed her own King?

Suddenly, crackles that enveloped the Blue King stopped. The broken Sword of Damocles disintegrated into blue sparkles, diluted in the clear blue sky. Lieutenant Awashima drastically relieved her tense posture, utterly grateful painted her pretty face.

Munakata himself didn't show any sharp change of expression. With the same serene and peaceful smile, the former Blue King whispered softly.

"It seems my life has been spared."

"Captain!"

Munakata turned his back facing his Lieutenant. He noticed the strong woman's refreshed face, as if she was just relieved from a huge burden and all is well. That's exactly what happened, indeed.

"I must admit that I was a bit curious to see if Awashima-kun would be able to slay me. However, I appreciate your efforts. Thank you."

Asshole. Even just after be free from the brink of certain death, the young captain is as cynical as ever. The Lieutenant's emotion didn't change much, but if someone looked closely, a spark of anger flashed her eyes.

"With all due respect, Captain. Your gratitude alone will not be enough."

"Huh?"

"Excuse me!"

A loud, well-deserved punch, streaked Munakata's baffled face. Zenjou snorted, silently cheered.

Serves him right.

He was truly satisfied to accompany Munakata today.

A huge earthquake shook underneath them. The Scepter 4 Captain in everything but an official title (not for long) quickly ordered his clansmen to evacuate. He himself stayed in the place he stood, stared forlornly at the remnant of Green Clan base below him. Come to think about it, Munakata had been staring at the Jungle entrance ever since he defeated Gray King.

As if he dropped something precious in there.

Do you regret hoping that he doesn't share the same fate as you, now that you survived?

Suddenly, a green light appeared behind him, carrying the bruised but clearly alive Blue's youngest clansman. The newly former King turned around, and finally met his private soldier's eyes for a long time since their hurtful (fake) quarrel. There are so many things that happened to them, so many things that should be discussed, but the youth casually spoke up, as if they're in a normal day of normal daily Scepter 4 life.

"Mission accomplished, sir.."

"Well done."

Seeing the serene scene in front of him, Zenjou suppressed the bitter envy in his heart.

If only he and Habari's situation ended up like them...

Kagutsu bastard... if he wanted to destroy everything so much, he should destroy the damned Slate when he was at it.

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"So, have you found your answer on the last incident?" asked a man with a scary face beside Zenjou. His name is Shiotsu, the former Lieutenant of Habari's Scepter 4 and Zenjou's closest comrade after Habari. They were on a drink together in the same oden store as the last time [7].

"What answer? I was simply watching the current Blue King." replied Zenjou while sipping his drink. Shiotsu scowled.

"You certainly watched him because of that time . You said that you want to understand Habari after all.[9]"

Smoothing his frown, Shiotsu raised his glass and pondered.

"To be honest, I am curious too. How did he feel when he stood between his own life and massive destruction? How did he feel when he asked you to kill him?"

"Habari didn't ask me to kill him. I chose to do it."

The bespectacled man suddenly stated, put his glass down slowly.

"That's my answer I guess."

"What?" perplexed Shiotsu. Zenjou Gouki is the absolute loyal dog of Habari Jin. For him to admit that he chose to kill his King... the former Acting Captain of Scepter 4 couldn't believe his ears.

"On the recent incident with Munakata, The Blue-I mean former Blue King didn't ask Awashima to kill him. Still, she rushed to his side, just like I did in the past. She's prepared to do what needs to be done, for Scepter 4 and society's sake. On the other hand, that boy Fushimi chose to risk his life for Munakata, opened the gate that became the entrance for Silver King and his alliance to enter Jungle, and indirectly caused Munakata's Damocles to disappear. Both of them didn't move because of command. They just did what they think is the right thing to do, without hesitation."

Zenjou took a dejected breath, and continued calmly.

"At that time, maybe it happened to me as well. All Habari did was to let me do my choice and accepted his fate."

Shiotsu was silent, stared at Zenjou's contemplative look. The former guard dog of Blue King's face was melancholic just like how he always is while thinking about their King, but he could feel that finally, his closest comrade found peace in himself.

"I see... Then, did you regret your choice?"

Zenjou smiled wistfully.

"Part of me still wants to die alongside him on that day, but I will try not to regret what's already happened."

Shiotsu still remembered the days after the Kagutsu incident. Zenjou's blank hopeless look, as if his soul went with his king to the afterlife. Zenjou who left Scepter 4 right after Habari's death, and withdrew from everyone. Zenjou who refused to come out, and chose to grieve in silence.

Looking that his friend's sorrowful yet serene smile, Shiotsu felt very grateful that his friend was still alive and sat in his side.

"Good for you, Zenjou."

Looking at his comrade's unusual fond smile, Zenjou chuckled.

"So you can make a smile with that scowly face, Shiotsu."

"Shut up. I was born with this face, but you and Habari's recklessness certainly didn't help me to hold back my scowl."

Zenjou let out a crisp hearty laugh. Then, as if he had just remembered something, he grinned.

"Speaking about recklessness, Lieutenant Awashima is also not happy with both the current Blue King and his boy's recklessness. She's so angry when knowing that they literally walked toward suicide plans without her knowledge, intended to leave her alone to stay in Scepter 4 HQ and handle Clan's matters after their death. The discipline Lieutenant punched his superior and tried to break the boy's back with her hug."

Hearing that, Shiotsu couldn't help but snicker. Oh, he knew the feeling of that Lieutenant's frustration and exasperation very damn well.

"Of course she is, and they deserved it."

"On that day, Habari left your side to face Kagutsu alone. I also followed him and tried to die with him. To think about it, perhaps we both could be that reckless because we know that you can survive and take care of the rest of matters after our death. Like Awashima, do you ever feel angry-"

*BUGH*

A hard-boiled punch followed by a back-breaking hug answered Zenjou's question.

Reference :

[1] Case Files of Blue volume 2 chapter 3

[2] Fushimi Saruhiko side story

[3] Days of Blue Chapter 4

[4] Side Blue Oneshot- A Dog Reminiscence

[5] Zenjou Gouki ~ Dog Droppings, Bird Droppings

[6] K Seven Stories Side Blue

[7] K Countdown Chapter 6 : Damaged Blue

[8] K Return of King Manga Chapter 12

[9] K ~ Seven Stories ~ Piece 7: Habari Jin

#k project #Fushimi Saruhiko #Munakata Reisi #zenjou gouki #habari jin #Awashima Seri #shiotsu gen #scepter 4 #Zenjou Gouki P.O.V #angst with a happy ending #My fic

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itsuki-minamy · 4 years ago

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“DETECTIVE REISI MUNAKATA”

Translation: Naru-kun Raws: Ridia

It has been six months since Reisi Munakata opened a detective office on Baker Street in England.

Originally, he was a bureaucrat who was invited to Japan by British Land as a foreign policy adviser. He was blessed with the opportunity to demonstrate his administrative skills in many cases, and became more memorable for the queen.

However, quick glory also creates a backlash.

In a couple of years, she was jealous of Munakata's success, and her powers warned she of his ability.

As a result, he lost his position and became a civilian again.

Mysteriously, Munakata, who has lost the advantage in a foreign country, has not taken the option to return to Japan or change jobs to a private company, and opened a detective agency independently on Baker Street, which is considered the city most insecure in British land.

Furthermore, he is a private detective who never has a high social status.

It was behavior that no one else could understand. It was the same for Fushimi Saruhiko, a native Japanese staff member.

"This is last week's report. It includes an expense bill, so pay early."

With a look that seemed uninteresting, he tossed a bunch of reports onto the mahogany table where Munakata sits. It is as thick as a small dictionary. Coquettish, but still fast and efficient at work.

Munakata reads it at superhuman speed.

"Hmm. Settlement of a case of a bar fight, investigation of bad children of aristocrats and deception of a young businessman. You did a lot of research in a short time."

"Thanks."

Saying that in a completely impassive tone, he turned to the side and bowed his head. Munakata, with a rebellious attitude, has a friendly smile before the talented subordinates who have been following him until now.

"Do you seem unsatisfied?"

When he asks that,

"I did not cross the sea to do such a thing."

Unexpectedly, Fushimi framed so honestly. Munakata,

"Hm."

He puts his hands on the table and puts his chin there.

"It is true that most of the projects we are dealing with today are popular, prose and uninteresting. But about one in a hundred is really good."

It doesn't melt anything.

“You find an exciting event. Don't you think?"

Fushimi calmed down for a while, then reluctantly refused. It was certainly exactly what Munakata said.

About once every hundred times, intelligent, esoteric, and motivating incidents can come to the office in any way. It was a scarlet incident that would have been made by a legendary detective who once lived on Baker Street.

"Isn't that something that should be called the magical power of the earth? I have the courage to open a detective agency here."

Munakata chews a lot of fun.

In fact, he successfully resolved the two strange incidents that he brought.

However, Fushimi cannot understand.

He does not believe that Munakata's purpose is for that purpose.

Only then.

"Director, I'm back now."

As with Fushimi, Awashima, a staff member who followed them from Japan, entered the room with the sound of a thump.

"Oh, Awashima-kun. It looks great on you."

Awashima was elegantly dressed as an upper-class woman.

"I'm afraid not."

Awashima smiles slightly and bows.

Speaking of which, Fushimi thought. He hasn't seen much of Awashima since February. Apparently, he knew she was conducting an undercover investigation somewhere.

Awashima looks great.

"Evidence that Baron Makein was in contact with Mrs. Matilda. After all, he was using the Potato Head Hotel."

However, the report was placed on Munakata's desk, slightly overwhelming the euphoric feeling she had achieved. It is as thick as the Fushimi report.

"There is also evidence that the Dino Chamber of Commerce, the Green Transport Minister and Lord Egg have created fraudulent cartels for tomato imports."

Fushimi widened his eyes. All the names that came out today were the names of the faction that kicked Munakata out of the administration center.

When Munakata reread the report,

"It's well organized. Well, if it's on the table, it's enough for us to return."

He laughed at himself.

"Excuse me, Director."

Fushimi received Awashima's report, which Munakata had finished reading, as if he had half taken it aside. Read it fast.

A wry smile came to Fushimi's mouth.

"I see. You are the one who cannot eat."

Finally, he understood Munakata's intention. For the past six months, he has been gathering evidence to crush political opponents. For this reason, it is easy to establish knowledge to conduct surveys and create contacts, but on the other hand, we establish a base in a city where people's wishes and desires are highlighted.

Fushimi had a slightly spiteful tone.

"Why did you tell the assistant principal and not me?"

"That's right, Fushimi-kun."

Munakata hopes to join again.

"Because the scandals of those who persecuted us seemed to be easier to gather than we expected."

Awashima lightly holds her eyes and adds.

"I was alone enough."

Munakata recently took out the ridiculous rosewood pipe, set it on fire and spoke.

"I was more interested in the fun things that happened in this city. It was enough to burn off the gray brain cells. So I wanted you to be my partner. Play a role as a biographer and doctor alongside a detective. Fushimi-kun, look, immediately."

Soon an old woman came with the sound of the door knocking. She quickly complained about the case of a red-haired man returning to the next colony, who had a large snake with a spotted "speckled dot" and a black dog called a "demon dog."

"Fushimi-kun, Awashima-kun. You can always go back to government. Can you come with me?"

Awashima is smiling, Fushimi laughed and nodded.

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misakiyata-karasu · 6 years ago

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How would the jungle members react when their s/o member dissappears and after some times (when they run into scepter4 or homra for example) they would find out that s/o tried to commit suicide and is in a coma since that?

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Nagare Hisui

He doesn’t fret too much about your disappearance at first.

It’s a dangerous time and it’s very possible that you had to go into hiding for a couple of days in order to avoid the other clans.

As for why you hadn’t contacted him, he assumed that you must have your reasons for that as well.

Though, as more and more days pass without a word from you and without any sightings of you (and yes, he has been using the resources at his disposal to keep an eye out) he begins to become more and more concerned.

Struck with the realization that you may have been hurt in a fight with Scepter 4, HOMRA, or the Silver Clan, he decides to check all of the hospital databases for someone matching your description.

He comes across a Jane/John Doe matching your description.

What surprises him the most is when he sees that they hadn’t been admitted for injuries consistent with what he would have expected from a fight, but instead it was an overdose.

It was rather hard to believe at first and he would have an incredibly difficult time trying to understand how his s/o could have overdosed, wanting to chalk it up to an accident, but based on the doctor’s notes it was evident that that wasn’t the case.

He would have gone to the hospital himself if it weren’t for the situation at hand.

So he sends the other members to alternate keeping an eye on his s/o while they are in their coma.

When no one can be there, he has Kotosaka sitting outside the window since it is the closest that he can get to seeing his s/o in person.

Waiting for them to wake up is quite distracting

He does his best to continue forward with his plans, but his significant other is never far from his mind.

Unfortunately, he doesn’t get to see them wake up and his significant other wakes up from their attempted suicide to learn that the slates had been destroyed, JUNGLE beaten, and the love of their life lost.

Tenkei Iwafune

Tenkei frets quite a bit over his significant others disappearance.

He appears to be pretty laid back about it even though he is worried.

Though he knows that they are quite capable of taking care of themself so he tries to not let it affect him since surely his significant other would come waltzing in and laugh at him for getting so worked up.

Still, he was unable to shake the pit in his stomach as his significant other failed to return by the time that they go to retrieve the Dresden Slate.

He finally hears word about their location, but unfortunately, it’s from the mouth of Munakata Reisi, informing him that his s/o (only known to Munakata as one of the J ranking members of JUNGLE) was being carefully monitored in a high security facility after having been brought in with a gun wound to the head that had been taken care of quick to preserve their life, but had left them in a coma.

Tenkei initially assumes that either Munakata was telling him this to throw him off (which he partially was, even if it was true) or that they had been attacked.

But, he had no way of knowing their relationship and it was clear that he took no pleasure in revealing this information.

It was hard to stay focused, but he managed to ensure that everything went according to Nagare’s plan.

It was awful for him knowing what kind of condition that his s/o was in without being able to visit them.

Once Fushimi Saruhiko joins, he presses him for information regarding their condition, but doesn’t end up getting a lot out of him.

Shortly before the Dresden Slate was destroyed, he managed to sneak in to see his significant other, spending as long as he was able to holding their hand while they slept and gently kissing them and asking them to wake up soon, even without knowing whether or not they would be able to hear him.

When his significant other finally does wake up, they are informed of his death, but without any memories of the man named Tenkei Iwafune, they can only assume he was someone important to them based on the dull ache in their chest and the tears that stung their eyes.

Yukari Mishakuji

When asked about whether or not he was worried about you after a couple of days, he cheerfully responded that ‘absence makes the heart grow fonder.’

He’s not all that worried about it.

If you were flying under the radar then there was likely a reason for it.

Plus worrying too much would give him wrinkles.

It seemed that fate had stepped into play, working in convenient ways as Kuroh had been the one to find his significant other with a noose around their neck in their apartment by complete coincidence. After cutting them down and bringing them to the hospital, he tracked down Yukari.

Adorably honorable as always, Kuroh told Yukari the news without any intentions of crossing swords with him.

As he did, the smirk on Yukari’s face wilted away and he left quickly without even teasing Kuroh for wasting the opportunity to kill him while his mind was elsewhere.

When he arrived, he was informed of the situation.

A lot of it went in one ear and out the other, but from what he understood, his significant other had been placed in a medically induced coma for some reason or another after attempting to kill themself.

He was horribly distraught, not understanding why his dear significant other would want to take their life.

He spends a lot of time with them when he isn’t following Nagare’s orders.

He also makes sure to bring fresh flowers whenever the previous ones he had brought began to wilt and would recite poetry and read to his s/o during his visits.

He’s relieved when they finally wake up.

Yukari makes it very clear that while he is busy that he isn’t ever too busy to listen if his significant other needs to talk because they are the most important thing to him.

When he can’t visit for longer than a day or two after they wake up, he makes sure to send something to let them know that he is thinking of them; jewelry, flowers, perfume, a stuffed animal.

Sukuna Gojo

Sukuna had been pretty distracted, he knew that. He was so focused on getting the highscore in this new game that Nagare had constructed that everything else seemed to cease to matter.

He had to win.

Even if it meant that he put his s/o on the backburner for a little bit.

Because of this, he completely missed the signs of their downward spiral and it took him a bit longer than it should have to realize that he hadn’t seen them.

He tried calling contacting them through the JUNGLE app, but got no response.

Mixed with anger and worry, he put out a mission that would reward points to anyone providing credible information regarding your whereabouts.

It didn’t take long for him to get a hit from a nurse at a local hospital who recognized his s/o as someone who had been brought in the morning before by someone who found them after they had attempted to drown themself.

Sukuna didn’t know how to feel.

Part of him was mad that his s/o didn’t say anything to him and also mad at himself for not noticing. Then there was the part that was so anxious that he thought he would puke and cry at any moment. To top it off in the cocktail that was his emotions, he was relieved that his s/o was alive and had failed in their attempt.

He spends as much time as he can at the hospital, even sneaking in after visiting hours with the help of lower ranking members, by his s/o’s bedside ��guarding them from any cheating adults’, he claimed.

When they finally did wake up, he gave them an earful until he had finally calmed down.

“It’s not worth it if you aren’t here… so don’t do anything dumb like leaving me alone or I’ll be super pissed off, got it!”

He’s still just a kid really and doesn’t know how he is supposed to help, but he tries his best.

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This being written, please if you are considering committing suicide or harming yourself, talk to someone. Anyone. Preferably someone medically licensed to actually help you, but if that’s not available to you, then my ask box is open or you can absolutely pm me. I’m not always on and I definitely won’t always know what to say, but I’ll try.

Please just reach out and don’t do it because you are important to someone. Yes, you that is possibly sitting there and reading this and saying ‘yeah, most people, but not me.’ Stop that. Someone cares. I promise. You have made someone’s day once, whether you’ve realized it or not. Someone gives a shit about you. If no one else, then I do. I genuinely give a shit. Like, if I found out that you killed yourself I’d cry even if we have never talked. You’re worth life, you’re worth health, you deserve to be happy no matter what anyone, even yourself, tells you.

Please forgive me for any spelling mistakes and stuff. It’s 1:30 and I’m very tired. I’m probably gonna go to sleep soon.

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