♛The Blue King♛

"I wanted all of us to have breakfast together."

"It uh... doesn't seem to wanna go away."

"Everyone’s counting on you, you can’t just be useless!"

"Well of course I can, I'm perfect!"

"Looks like we're gonna have to split up."

"It’s extremely powerful, we shouldn't have even brought it home."

"We’ll figure out something else, something even better."

"The doors and rooms here make no sense! They all bring you back here!"

"But remember — this is a serious mission."

"Ah, it's fading! How do I make it come back?!"

"We should've done this in the first place."

"Whoa! What magical place of mysteries is this?"

"In my defense, I forgot."

"Fine. Move aside, I’ll take care of this."

"I certainly hope that's not the attitude you have during battle."

"Are we really going to let him keep that?"

"That pizza wasn't even good."

"Maybe you should take the day off."

"I'm sorry! I shouldn't have yelled! But I can't stand to see you freaking out like this!"

"I know where you are. It's where you're going that concerns me!"

"What's the point of saving people if they're just gonna ban you from their pizza shops?"

"Humans find such fascinating ways to waste their time."

"No whining. We need to start cleaning up the debris."

"So what?! I'm not strong enough?!"

“Everyone’s favourite”

After about a few days the about/rules pages are done so I guess I’m good to go!

Just when Reisi thought he was going to have a peaceful evening all to himself, what greeted him instead was chaos.

The first of which was the foul smell that enveloped the apartment the moment the captain walked in. His body quickly reacted by coughing in an attempt to expel the smell of something... burnt?

“Suoh Mikoto. What have you done this time? Have I not warned you about the consequences of-”

Reisi was about to continue on with his lecture before he was interrupted midway through by a sight that he could probably never erase from his mind. No, it wasn’t the sight of badly burnt cupcakes. That does not even come close to the sight that surprised the otherwise agitated male.

The sight of seeing Suoh Mikoto wearing a pink frilly apron was the main shocker of the evening.

“S-Suoh?” Reisi said slowly. He couldn’t believe he actually stuttered. The shock was far too astonishing that it could’ve cracked the lenses of his glasses even.

To Reisi, he could almost never understand the mentality that was held deep within Suoh Mikoto. Yet, at the same time he actually could. This was one of those rare if contrasting instances that left him blinking in confusion.

Suoh was a man of few words. Far fewer than any, in fact. This contrasts greatly with Reisi, whose words are lengthy, but clear to many. It was a miracle that the blue-haired captain was able to comprehend the Red King sometimes. Perhaps they weren't as incompatible as he had deduced.

It doesn't take Reisi long to eventually figure out what the other truly meant. For once, it wasn't an insult nor an attempt to irritate him, but rather an honest opinion in general. For Reisi, that was already a definite improvement. He couldn't help but smirk in response, pushing his glasses upwards so that it sits on the bridge of his nose firmly.

“An interesting, although rather unusual insight.” The bespectacled captain chuckled in amusement. The metaphor was odd, and Reisi wasn’t sure if he quite understands the literal meaning of that considering it sounded far-fetched and seemingly incomprehensible.

Reisi himself had never really tried any sort of fast food before, so that may be partially the reason why he does not truly understand the true meaning behind this absurd-sounding metaphor. Does fast food really induce such emotion so easily as the younger male had suggested? Perhaps an experimentation is in order.

“Perhaps so.” Reisi chuckled at the other’s response as he held yet another puzzle piece, trying to figure out where to put the piece onto the board. 

One of his deepest regrets were not stopping the Red King from meeting his inevitable fate. He did what he could, but it was all in vain. That was the one regret he had a hard time letting it go.

The burden of murdering another King was indeed heavy as they say. But the burden of murdering your friend was heavier.