RED / ROYAL.

The hand holding onto his sword trembled. The last time they were this close, Mikoto embraced him, and embraced death at the same time. He did not want to feel the red kig’s body be so cold ever again.

“That is not what i wanted. That is never what I wanted and you know it.” 

He dropped his sword to the side, even if it was a toothpick he felt more confident with any kind of saber in his hand. Fighting with just his bare fists was inelegant. He wanted to do more than that though, he wanted to grab at this king’s collar, and scream in his face. Until Mikoto understood exactly how he felt. 

However, doing that would mean sacrificing his precious composure. So, he simply stared on coldly through his glasses. “This city… it’s a second chance. There are… more reasons to live than just one you know, and you can always find more people to live for.” 

Like me. He said, but this time around the blue king would rather die than admit those words. 

“and yet you killed me, because i wanted you to”, the bitter truth that both men had to to face on their own. it was not a pretty experience, though; it was filled with remorse and tragedy. “do you regret killing me, munakata?” — the answer would be pretty much obvious, but whatever.

maybe the situation is uncalled for, but for some reason, the redhead had the desire to hug the other. sounds odd at first as he knows that he’d probably lose his head or a limb or something, but that doesn’t matter. his arms are wrapped around the other’s figure, a sigh is relieved and he closes his eyes while he listens to munakata’s monologue.

@rednants​

How many days have passed like this. The city the crowd is fading, moving on… sometimes I wonder whre you’ve gone.

Munakata’s last memories replayed in the back of his mind as he stared off into the distance. He failed to save a friend, the person he wanted to save the most. Not only that he put a city he was supposed to rule at risk, for a person he failed to save in the end. A failure of a king and a friend. He wondered if he was the next person whose damocles would start break apart as cracks appeared into his heart. 

“I hate you. I hate you for making my inadqueate self live after being the one to vanquish you…” He spoke in the same overly formal manner as ever to no one in paritcular. Only then did he heard a familiar voice.

Munakata turned around suddenly, ruthlessly with a machine like precision and grabbed the one who was watching him by the neck slamming him into the wall. He slid the wooden approximation of his sword out of its sheathe, not realizing yet it had been replaed for wood. 

“Why are you here? For what reason? Am I… am I just going to kill you again?” He asked Mikoto, the man he had killed, and then watched die in his embrace. He was embracing him again now but much more violently this time. 

wherever he is or whoever abducted him to this place, he’s relieved to have at least one cigarette left. his powers have left him too, but he’s still able to use part of it to light up his last cigarette. he would not be sure how he would manage the next days (or even hours) without one, but he hopes that he’d take it easy.

for some reason, however, he has phantom pain on his chest; it felt like something (or someone) has stabbed him and it’s bothering ever since he’s awake. maybe the pain will be gone hopefully soon.

while he walks around this strange place, a familiar voice echoes through his ears. a smile appears on his lips while memories come back. he remembers: both him and reisi were fighting, but that’s all he has in his mind. “why aren’t you telling that directly to my face, munakata? i’m right here”, he replies to the other, standing behind him.