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K Project; Fall Of The Grey King

Tokyo, Japan

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a part of K Project; Fall Of The Grey King, by Elision.

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Tokyo, Japan is a part of K Project; Fall Of The Grey King.

24 Characters Here

Sachiko Yano [21] HOMRA Strain
Mira Saromi [21] Gold Right Hand
Tanabata Emi [20] Scepter Four King
Cyneric Ozu [19] Silver King
Arata Utagawa [18] Red King
Kita Tooru [17] HOMRA Clansman
Nakano Yuka [15] HOMRA Right Hand
Nao Morizakawa [14] Sceptre4 Strain
Maeda Katsuo [14] Gold Clansmen
Alastair Payne [13] TIMELESS PALACE King

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Character Portrait: Nakano Yuka Character Portrait: Mira Saromi Character Portrait: Alastair Payne Character Portrait: Arata Utagawa Character Portrait: Sachiko Yano Character Portrait: Sora Arakida Character Portrait: Daisuke O'Connor Character Portrait: Kita Tooru
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DAISUKE AND TOORU



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"If no one from HOMRA has been killed then that must mean the killer is from HOMRA," Tooru bristled at the response, not wanting to believe that someone from their clan might be the culprit. "You know that's what they'll be thinking, right?" "I guess so. HOMRA always gets blamed when bad things happen, its actually pretty unfair. Its like every other clan has it out for us or something..." XX
Ever since Tooru had become a member of the Red Clan, and apparently even before then, HOMRA was always the first to be blamed when something went wrong in the city. Yes, HOMRA was technically a gang, and yes, they did get into fights quite often, but more so with their own members than anyone else. They didn't have any reason to go around terrorizing civilians or whatnot. XX
"Anyway, the funeral's not a big deal. It's just a sad gathering," Tooru thought back to the reason for the funeral. The former Grey King had been an important person, that he knew, and now that he'd been killed, everyone was pointing fingers at HOMRA just like usual. Only this time it was for an actual crime. It would make sense that Arata wouldn't want to attend the funeral, with all the rumors spreading about. I guess there's not really any reason to go. XX
"But... if you really want to go I won't stop you, Tooru. You could be our eyes and ears there if you're up for it." At that, Tooru grinned, a bit of an odd reaction to being more or less invited to a funeral. In reality, he was just excited to be given a job by his King, after all, Arata was his idol. "Okay! I'll go and eavesdrop on everyone's conversations and figure out whose spreading all the rumors about HOMRA being the one behind the killings! I'll be back later!" XX
And then he was off, grinning in happy pride and almost trampling poor Sora on his way out the door. "Ah, Sora-chan! Sacchan's inside, if you're looking for her~" Flashing her a friendly smile, Tooru headed toward the funeral home. XXXX
Daisuke really didn't expect Alastair to reply - after all, it would be in the older man's nature to ignore his accusation - so he was already turned around, ready to walk away, when the Gold King spoke. "I'm sorry, I've just been shaken with grief over losing her. Plus I didn't sleep to well last night. Besides, if those two bullshit excuses aren't doing it for you, have you ever considered that I couldn't give a rats ass about what the damn sign says?" Ah, he's angry. XX
Daisuke turned back to face Alastair and crossed his arms over his chest. "Obviously you don't care about what the sign says, there's no need for me to point that out." Honestly, it wasn't as if anyone had to actually ask, the fact he was smoking at all obviously meant he couldn't care less about a rule that was put up to prohibit his hobby. A hobby Daisuke disliked for very decent reasons. XX
"Or...were you just worried over a devilishly handsome guy like me rotting away? Little Snow White couldn't bear to see such a man wasting away on her watch." Daisuke was appalled by the statement, in more ways than one, but made no outward hint other than an annoyed 'tch' and a twitching brow. "Of course not. The only thing I'm worried about is your nasty habit giving something asthma and possibly making the funeral home smell like a bonfire." XXXX
At that moment, Daisuke caught notice of Mira approaching, and decided then was the best time to leave, not willing to deal with her high-and-mighty attitude at the moment. He scanned the crowd for his parents, and found them consoling some crying patrons, so he let them be and instead went off in search of something to do. He wasn't about to leave without them. He was actually considering starting a conversation with Miu, who was seemingly all alone at the moment, when he noticed Tooru approaching the ceremony. XXX
Daisuke smiled, understanding that it must have taken a decent amount of courage to attend when just about everyone was looking for a reason to hate on the Red Clan. "Good afternoon, Kita-kun. I'm afraid you missed the official ceremony, but the burial is meant to happen soon, if that's what you've come for." He said, ruffling Tooru's hair with a grin. Tooru deflated a little knowing he had missed the actual funeral, but lovely blonde hair captured his attention. XXXX
Its Mira-san! Simply the sight of Mira was enough to make Tooru turn bright red, even the tips of his ears flushed with color, and Daisuke took a moment to laugh at the younger boy's obvious crush. "You know, if you like her, you should try and talk to her. If you get to know her, she might like you back." "Really?!" Daisuke nodded, and Tooru grinned, hopping over to where Mira was stood. XX
Of course, his confidence faltered halfway there, and he found himself standing between his crush and the scary Gold King with his knees shaking and his face flushed red. "U-uh..." He turned to Mira with an expression of pure terror, and then bowed deeply, stuttering out: "S-sorry for your loss!" before scrambling back to Daisuke, who watched with amusement. How pathetic... XX

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Nao leant back, rocking on his feet as he waited near the entrance of Sceptre 4's carpark. The others had headed off first, but Nao had decided to stay back and wait for Riku, who had yet to arrive. Scowling, he leant back against the wall and readjusted his tie, tugging it slightly loose as he tried not to feel worried. Riku normally came on time - when he wasn't caught up in things at least - but what with all the murders going around Where is he? He's late! He'd better not be dead - and this tie really sucks.

Not for the hundredth time, he wished that he could take the tie off. Just one grip and pull and an attacker would have a makeshift noose around his neck. The boy was dressed up to the nines - a black vest buttoned over a white dress shirt hugged his trim figure, and a thin black tie was enclosed around his throat like a noose. Covering his lower limbs were trousers that were the same ebony shade as his vest, and draped over his arm was a black suit coat. His light blue hair was tied differently from its usual half ponytail - now it was higher and more towards the center, keeping all pf his bangs from falling into his eyes instead of just his left eye.

Overall, it created a very sombre image. Hopefully. Nao wasn't really sure, but hasty research into what funerals were and proper behaviour that was kept to the dead of the night inside his room, away from prying eyes, told him that this was what most people wore, and Nao needed to fit in like a normal person would.

He had to prove (to himself? To others?) that he could be normal and unthreatening. Especially today, where the other clans would be gathering at the funeral of Ikeda Akio, the recently deceased Grey King.

Nao hadn't really known the Grey King, but he knew what the man had accomplished. He had managed to keep peace in a city where people could destroy buildings with one touch or burn them down with a flick of the wrist, and were more than ready to use it on the people they disliked - which was a lot, especially considering that half the clans hated each other. Nao didn't know what it was like, having to play moderator to people who would get at each others throats at the hint of a threat or slight, but he couldn't help but feel that it was probably pretty difficult.

Like, insanely difficult. Juggling a couple of plates while balancing on a ball and catching knives with your teeth at the same time kind of difficult. But somehow he had managed, until somebody killed him. Heading to the funeral of such a strong man was worth the pain of wearing an itchy suit and a cloth noose around his neck, even the interaction with the other clans that they would inevitably have. Sceptre 4 had enough stress on their plate with dead coworkers and managing the peace, dammit.

It's the first time I've seen everyone so worried... well, except for that time Riku caught me doing that. Nao winced at the memory, but straightened up as he heard a car arriving, his face brightening as he heard the sound of rubber meeting ground at high speeds and the engine running. Ah! That must be Riku! Finally. What took him so long? He strode steadily to the carpark, Dark boots making no sound as he followed the sound of the running engine.

While it was normally filled with cars, today it was merely half full, thanks to time off or work. Picking his way forward, Nao headed straight to a familiar looking car, making sure that there was a smile on his face as he did so. A big, broad smile, so that he looked happy and cheerful and not as if he had been worried or angry at all.

Think happy thoughts. Imagine a battery with electricity flowing through you, filling you with energy. Funny shit. And exclamation marks. Like so! Exclamation marks always make things seem cheerful! Even if they're not

Forcing his steps to be faster and lighter, as if he had springs on his feet, Nao bounced up towards the parked car, leaning down to give a little wave towards its occupants from outside the driver seat with the biggest grin he could manage. It turned a little more real as he saw Ritsu fast asleep, Ken at the steering wheel. "Hi Ken!" he said brightly, remembering to keep his voice low at the last second. "How're you doing? Are you driving Ritsu to the funeral? We're late, you know!"

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Character Portrait: Mira Saromi Character Portrait: Tanabata Emi Character Portrait: Yukimura Hisako Character Portrait: Cyneric Ozu
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Hisako giggled softly as Emi's face turned bright red, patting her friend's shoulder lightly to calm her. "Nonsense, you looked great. I wouldn't expect anything less from an idol of your level of popularity." At Cyneric's words, her attention shifted to him, looking up for a second as she thought. "Miu... ah, right!" She hadn't talked to the girl a lot, but she was looking forward to. As things might turn out now, she might be one of the only hopes of solving the complications among clans. The Monochrome alliance, the three heroes that will fight against the clock as tensions rise and risk of conflict stays all too prominently between the clans. It was all very exciting to watch and record.

Well... excluding the fact that this wasn't a story at all. Part of Hisako knew that only too well. People in her clan were dropping left and right too, the most important loss being that of the right hand. Hisako remembered meeting the woman once, the time she managed to get initiated into the clan. She was a domineering and strong presence, but that that didn't stop Hisako from rambling on for fifteen minutes about how great a Detective Sherlock Holmes was. But she was digressing. The important fact was that people were dying, yet no one from HOMRA had died at all. The grey king had wounds that seemed to be dealt from fire, their right hand was found downstream near the HOMRA territory. There was definitely undeniable evidence to convict them, but it all seemed too convenient to her. A good criminal would never give themselves away this easily, not to leave any obvious clues about themselves. And if the culprit was really inexperienced as to do that, they wouldn't have been able to continue such acts without having being caught.

Unless... it was to stir up a full out war. Of course, everything points to framing HOMRA for everything. Killing two birds with one stone really, finding a scapegoat and stirring up the already present tensions between clans. But what does this criminal stand to gain from an all out war? Maybe it was to use the opportunity for the clans to fight each other and for them to swoop in and take all the benefits for themselves? So far, all the killings are random. The killer is likely just trying to stir things up, they probably chose HOMRA to single out because people are more likely to suspect street thugs compared to the strict Scepter 4 being the source of such acts. They didn't pick their victims because being a serial killer with no pattern or apparent motive was much harder to be caught, but this time...

The death of the peacekeeper was probably a sign that the culprit (or culprits, one can never be too sure) was ready to get serious. What's the best course of action then? To stand there and not give the culprit what he wanted? No, that wasn't possible. That would only mean her friends were in danger and the threat of the JUNGLE clan dying out altogether. Fighting isn't the solution either, despite many in their gang hungering for war already. It's hard to convince the people, especially with such a silent and mysterious king. So she needed J. At least, to get to them, ask them to talk things out. And she still had no leads on where they were except for the fact that Ketsu exchanged letters with them, and that they didn't like her much at all. If not, what else?

Just as Hisako's eyes were clouding over, completely lost herself in thought, she felt a pain hit her forehead, causing her to yelp instinctively and flinch.

"Oww..." Hisako whined a little as her forehead stung from the flick Mira gave her, a small pout forming as she looked at Mira with an exaggerated expression of offence, one that melted into a smile as she cheered up. "You planned something for the funeral?" Her eyes brightened with curiosity, tilting her head slightly to the side. However, before she could inquire any further Mira continued on, telling them to inform her if anything big happened in school before bidding them farewell. "I will! Goodbye!" Hisako would've liked to stay there and talk more, but there was Cyneric and Emi, both interesting individuals that she would like to find out more about. The world was just bursting with fascinating things to observe and solve!

Just then, Emi asked her about the history notes for the lesson she missed that day. Nodding, she quickly picked up on her friend's eagerness to change the subject to brighter tones. "Of course! Just..." Leaning toward her, Hisako whispered in her ear. "Do me a favour, please give me information about J? Your clan is hunting them down, right?" Pulling away, she gave Emi a bright smile, clasping her hands in front of her chest in an almost pleading fashion.

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Hirai awoke sprawled upon the ground. He never pursued a life of riches, thus his apartment consisted of a room, a chair and a coat rack. His only source of income seems to be gambling, as a stepping stone like him shouldn't hinder someone from using their talent by taking up a job space. Hirai went into the bathroom to complete his brief bathroom routine.

Of course, Hirai had a duty to uphold, so he couldn't stay at home. He was quickly out the door, ready to serve humanity. It would seem Hirai helping every person he meets has became his real morning routine. Around his area, he's known for stuff such as this, that and becoming the newly elected Right-Hand of the clan, <Jungle>.

Helping an old lady across the street, offering to carry a box for a neighbor. The people he have helped are filled with happiness before being filled with confusion after Hirai responses to thanks with "There is no need for gratitude, I'm simply doing my duty as a stepping stone for humanity."

It would seem the walk to the nightclub that has become the Green Clan's base would take a millennia due to the many people that require his assistance. Once he finally ended up in the place he called home, he breathed a sigh of relief. Sure, it looked like quite the hellhole, but a stepping stone like Hirai doesn't need much. He walked in to manage one of the many computer that was in a command center of sorts. As the king and clansman Yukimura Hisako were attending a funeral for the late Grey King. Hirai couldn't stand death, the passing of a talented individual was not only a loss for the Grey Clan, but a loss for humanity as well.

Hirai hated to have to take advantage of such an evening, but he had his orders. It was quite advantageous to have most of the clans out and what the Green clan lacks in firepower, they make in reconnaissance and information. Hirai never prided himself as a skilled hacker, instead letting the more skilled members and especially his king do the computer work. Instead he was to organize some spies to snoop around. It wasn't much for someone of his standing, but helping in any way is a help for humanity of course. He did wonder where Ketsu was, Hirai wasn't informed that he would be attending the funeral, but Hirai didn't know for sure where he could be. If he is attending the funeral, he would hope one of the two would look after the poor boy.

It would seem his mass request for spies was quickly answered, people that lived around the other clan's headquarters hastily responded. Sending out spies at this hour had a variety of benefits, finding the perpetrator of this crime would be the first, but also making certain that no one was taking the opportunity to take advantage of this situation was also prioritized. Though that would be a bit hypocritical. Only someone with curiosity like Hirai would do something like this. It would seem Hirai would be sending more spies into Red territory as that has been in the eyes of the Green clan for quite some time. 5 members were sent to the Reds, 3 to the Blues and 3 to the Golds. Hirai would pray they wouldn't be caught.

The mornings were always this chaotic in Shizume city, death seemed to decorate the city. Though it's not about finding calm before the storm, it's about finding calm during it.

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A fond smile tugged at the corner of Ken's mouth as he spotted a bright patch of candy blue hair while turning a corner slightly too fast in his small, bubble-roofed car into the parking lot. He adjusted his speed immediately to make a good example of himself and pulled up to a stop, winding the window down as the kid bounded up to greet him with a forced smile that Ken could see right through. It relieved him to see the boy relax into something more natural the closer he came, glad that he left such an impression on him. He poked his elbow out the window and flashed Nao a lazy grin in response to his greeting.

"Hey, thumbelina." he blurted without thinking then immediately compensated for the height joke by fishing in his pocket for a couple of wrapped fruit flavoured sweets which he slapped into Nao's hand, "Yeah, yeah, I'm doing great. I know it's late. How's the funeral? Depressing? Take those, I thought you'd need them after all that. Hide them quick before this idiot wakes, sometimes I swear he can smell when rules are being bro-"

"KEN!"

If Ken was scared, he sure didn't act like it. He just stared at Nao and communicated his exasperation through his eyebrows as his once beautiful sleeping prince transform revert back to his default personality - a knightmare. *ba dum tsk*

"Where are we? What's the time? I fell asleep in the car?! How unsightly!" Riku panicked and yanked at his seatbelt as though he had forgotten how they worked. "I'm disappointed, Ken. I thought I could trust you but clearly those are not the hands of justice on the wheel. Of course, now I must work on the investigation before -" his eyes flicked to the window and widened as he saw where they were, and more importantly, the people coming out of the funeral home and congregating in front of it. "THE FUNERAL IS OVER AND YOU NEVER WOKE ME?! MAY I ASK HOW YOU LET THIS FUCKING HAPPEN, KEN!? DID I NOT MAKE IT CLEAR TO YOU HOW MUCH I -"

"Hey, Ri."

"HAVE SOMETHING TO ADMIT, DEADBEAT?!"

"There's someone outside who's here to meet you."

"WH - oh." Riku stared at Nao, his eyes deadly serious when slowly, very slowly, his pale skin flushed red. Left completely speechless and unsure of what to do in this situation he remained a red, mute statue, something that Ken took advantage of when he leaned over to kiss him. He pulled away and patted Riku's steaming cheek expressionlessly then shoved him away.

"Go on, get out. I've got work. The wake is still a thing, right?" Riku got out the car stiffly. "You're forgetting something... again." He leaned in and took the comb from Ken, retracting from the vehicle while slicking his ruffled hair back into place. "Yeah, love you too. Have fun at a dead guy's party. I'll see you kids later." Ken gave Nao one last look that said, Seriously, have fun. which was really Ken's way of giving Nao permission to give his boyfriend as much shit as he felt necessary. Not that he would necessarily accept Ken's permission, given how devoted he was to the guy.

Maybe I should take a leaf out of the kid's book, Ken thought as he turned onto the main street. The image of Nao's face when he caught him after doing something... unhealthy was triggered in his mind and he reclined from the dashboard with bared teeth, hissing like he'd watched someone faceplant. Nah. A more affectionate thought crossed his mind and his violet eyes glazed over. ... He may not have appreciated it, but the rest did him good. I should probably apologise for falling asleep too, but... nah. Screw him, we haven't slept together for weeks now because of his stupid job and I deserve that much for the crap I put up with.

Meanwhile, Riku stood rigidly beside Nao, his face still burning and tongue still out of action. He drew in a big gulp of air and looked down at the boy with the seriousness and sincerity expected from a person of his integrity, the blood flushing his cheeks back to being evenly distributed around his body where it belonged. It was as though the person Nao had witnessed (on more than this occasion, this was just the first Nao had let himself be known during such... displays) never existed at all.

"Morizakawa-san, please spare me the knowledge that Emi-chan is mad at me."

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Mira seemed really invested in the funeral. Of course Cyneric couldn't really understand why beyond the simple fact that the girl was only absorbing the attention from it all, right? That was very typical of her and possibly it was why he appreciated Mira in his own confusing way. ”That's good of you to do that Mira.” And even more so he knew how very unlikely it was for the blonde to have acquired parental consent to skip class; but Cyneric left it be. It was time to go and the girls were already making their ways. ”Oh, yes. Bye Mira.” he said a tad sheepishly, watching the girl carry on her way towards what appeared to be her King, Alastair Payne.

But time was pressing along according to Emi and Cyneric quickly turned about towards the two other girls. ”Oh, right.” His tone was hardly enthusiastic. Emi had asked Hisako about her history notes from the day before, he figured, and the boy could only whisper somewhat surprisingly to himself, ”We had history?” It wasn't like he could remember. The boy probably wasn't even there. Honestly he hadn't even thought about what things he'd need for class let alone what lesson he was actually attending. Cyneric tried to make himself care but in the end he just couldn't. The whole 'murder business' was just far too distracting and way more interesting, even if it did center on death. Who's to say another King won't die? It was a common thought that tugged at his mind, especially as the accusation directly affected him. But then again... there was always that niggling little comeback in his head.

Ever since becoming King getting hurt just seems more difficult now. I haven't aged nor changed really, maybe I can't actually die? It was a frightening reality, but fascinating all the same. Was he safe or wasn't he? From what he had learned of the former Silver King it appeared as if he might not be a victim anytime soon. But if Cyneric just upped and lost his power overnight then it would certainly be a whole different situation. At the very least I can use this talent in finding the real killer. It's been helping so far. He couldn't deny that being Silver King benefited him greatly as far as playing detective went, even if he tried not to let it be known openly as much; however it was most likely the very reason he was also in potential danger when he thought about it. Just who is the King murderer?

Cyneric was more or less in a world of his own by then. Obediently following the two girls lead, he was physically there but not mentally, not completely. The boy had partially spaced out while answering his own thoughts. Maybe Mira might find out something while I'm gone? She's very persistent. He thought, secretly amused. Glad she's on our side. Feeling a cool breeze just then the boy shuddered and hunched his shoulders a little, small ends of hair swaying slightly in the gentle wind. Can't wait it get back to my dorm, it's warmer there. I can have some tea. That thought alone was enough to keep him going at least, even if he secretly cursed himself for not bringing a coat. Yet despite having attended a funeral the boy wasn't all that sad, even if he did look it slightly. But that was normal.

Some tea and investigating, sounds nice. Cyneric was almost surprised he hadn't walked into anyone yet. He should really focus now.

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Character Portrait: Nakano Yuka Character Portrait: Arata Utagawa Character Portrait: Sachiko Yano Character Portrait: Sora Arakida Character Portrait: Kita Tooru
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One of Nana's questions was answered almost immediately by the redheaded boy who entered the room. Having made her coffee and downed half of it, she was no longer in bear mode like she had been moments ago. A bit more awake now than she was earlier.

"Pancakes and toast it'll be then." Smiling down at the little girl, Nana couldn't help but feel a bit happier. Sachiko was a little bit of relief in the sea of men and boys that made up HOMRA. If it were up to her the whole of the organization would be made up of kids, they'd probably get into less trouble than the current members at least.

A knock on the door pulled her attention away from the shelves she was pulling the pancake ingredients from. A blonde girl peered into the room, giving a cute little bow and asking if she could play with Sachi. Sora was the girls name if she could recall, Sachi had brought the girl by to play before. The other girl may be a member of Timeless Palace, but holding a child accountable for their clan was something only stick in the muds like Scepter Four would do.


"Of course Sora can stay to eat with us. If you two want you can even use the big television here." About to turn back to whip together breakfast, she stopped as a question popped into her head. "Sora, are pancakes okay with you? You don't have any, allergies right?" Having a bunch of angry Golds banging on her door because she got sick didn't exactly appeal to her.

Of course HOMRA's King would take this as an invitation that he should get some free food as well.
"Fine, just this time though. Don't come by expecting handouts now, okay? Tooru had left without eating after all, she could afford to make a bit extra for the man. As long as he didn't start making a habit of coming by for freebies. "What are you doing here so early anyways? Other than cleaning out my bar for free, that is. Those drinks are going on your tab by the way, we do have security cameras you know? Not that she actually expected him to pay it anytime soon.

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Mira paused momentarily to think. ”Well... you don’t look that terrible. Nothing that a quick comb and pat-down couldn’t fix.” she said and eyed his attire carefully, unconsciously aware that she was lightly touching his arm and flattening out a few creases in his sleeve. ”Not exactly what I’d recommend though but I guess it matters more that you eventually turned up.” Better late than never, was she right? It would have been social-murder if her King had dared not arrive at the funeral. So deep down she was at the very least relieved for that much. Regardless of whatever state the man came in.

The girl let her lids fall halfway as she then shot an unimpressed look to the man. ”Oi! Are you even listening?” Mira made her hands into fists and sat them at either side of her hip. ”Don’t go falling asleep here old man, lest you want to fall into the big hole for the corpse.” she wasn’t born yesterday after all; the girl could tell when someone wasn’t paying her their full attention, even if it was Alastair. But just then after someone else caught her very own interest, if only for being weird as a red-headed boy stuttered at her, something about her loss and apologizing for it. Mira could only tilt her head sideways with raised eyebrows.

”What an odd child,” she said mainly to herself, dropping both hands and softly stroking one of her twisted ponytails. Did he look terrified or what?’ Great. Was she attracting all the children to her now? Wasn’t that what parents were for? Maybe his mother was around and told him to say something meaningful to her or whatever. That's what you did at funerals after all. You pretended to care and feign interest. ”Do I look like a babysitter? I really hope not.” Mira huffed, spying the strange boy retreating over to that white-haired man from earlier. Oh lovely. Another odd one to add to the bunch.’

Sighing, she glanced over her shoulder to Alastair. ”Can I trust you to not nod-off and actually look presentable? We are the Gold Clan after all, Goldilocks! We have a reputation to up-keep,” Mira grinned just a little with a knowing look in her eyes. ”Otherwise you know I’ll just hunt you down and I’ll find my way to your office an--” Hold on. It just struck her that the boy was in-fact that very orange-haired member from HOMRA. Of course! Why did she take so long to fall on that fact? But then why was even a HOMRA member there anyway, surely they're the likeliest ones behind the murder after all? Fine then.’ Mira couldn't just let one of their sorts wander about the place, heavens no! That would be just unjustifiable. Besides... he was only a kid. She could handle him easily.

”Oi! Little boy, come 'ere!” Mira called with a wave of her hand, eyebrows furrowed a little. ”I want to have a word with you, so get over here already!” By no means a patient girl, her voice couldn't have sounded more nagging if she tried. The boy was in for it now, however; she took a few paces away from her King and gave the man time to pull himself together, calmly making her way closer to the seemingly fright-stricken boy.

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Only ignorance (and longtime practice) kept Nao's face from twitching with irritation or his eyes from lighting up with anger at being called short, even if it was from someone he respected with all his heart. As it was he continued smiling and wondered, with all seriousness:

What's Thumbelina?

He had a vague feeling that it was an insult, but before he could think more about it Ken brought out-

The sweets. One orange flavoured, one grape flavoured, pressed into Nao's hand like smuggled drugs from the Mexican border, the colorful wrappers gleaming in his hand like sugar jewels.

Seeing Nao's reaction was like watching a kid receive his first christmas present. His smile beamed like a ray of light (or like a druggie taking another hit), eyes lighting up like the sun as he clenched his fists tightly around the goodies. Nothing fake about this expression, at least, just pure undiluted happiness at being given sugary candy. Nao actually looked his age for once.

Unfortunately, before he could give his thanks to Ken, Riku woke up.

Nao froze when Riku yelled Ken's name, eyes going wide with panic. Oh shit. Unfreezing, he quickly took a small, silent step back as Riku whirled to yell at his boyfriend, hiding the sweets inside his pocket. Ever since Riku had caught him eating a whole packet of Giant Gummy Bears, he'd promised to keep track of Nao's sugar intake, and Nao didn't want him to remember that declaration. Sorry, but you're on your own, Ken.

It was, although Nao would never admit it even on the pain of excruciating death, actually kind of funny to see Riku lose it at someone else. Yeah, it was kind of scary, but since it wasn't at him Nao found it hilarious. Keeping an extremely passive look on his face, Nao let a bit of a grin pass through his mask in response to Ken's eyeroll, the amused smirk in his eyes making his message clear - at least it ain't at me, man - before biting it back into a passive expression and watched the show, wondering when Riku would turn around and notice that he was standing there.

And... there. Pfft, Riku's reaction was priceless - he clearly hadn't expected spectators. Biting back a laugh and feeling a little bad for doing so, Nao smiled and gave a bright little wave as if they were having a normal greeting. "Good morning! Am I interrupting something?" He asked a little too innocently and cheerfully to not be on purpose, resisting the urge to smirk.

It wasn't that hard. The man had saved his life, after all.

Nao wrinkled his nose and turned his head to the side as Ken gave Riku a kiss, the expression making him look his age for a moment. Eww, gross, PDA! Did Ken even knew what that mean? Nao returned Ken's look with one of his own, a slightly hesitant look which slid slightly away from direct eyecontact that said uh, sure, yeah, totally gonna do that, yup, which was. Well. Not really going to happen at all if Nao could help it.

As Ken's car peeled out of the driveway, Nao turned to Riku, who was still tomato red - oh wait, it was going down. Slightly impressed, Nao noted how fast Riku's complexion went back to its normal pale peach. Looking up, the boy returned the look with a bright, cheerful smile befitting of a polite cheerful child, the best he could construct - which honestly wasn't that hard. The events from earlier had been funny enough to put some natural lift to Nao's cheeks.

It helped that it was, once again, the man who had saved his life. Acting was always easier around one of the people Nao had originally constructed the mask for, after all.

Of course, the fact that he probably shouldn't be smiling at a funeral didn't cross Nao's mind. "I'm not sure!" He replied, straightening up almost subconsciously. He smiled up at Riku, but it didn't make the words any easier to swallow. "She might be mad if you didn't appear, but she's been busy taking care of the white haired girl so maybe she didn't notice that you weren't here!" Turning around, Nao began to walk towards the area where the wake was held. "Want to check?"

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Mira was always such a pistol, man whenever she got that look in her eyes Alastair knew he was in for it big-time. She adopted her "lecture time" posture and began speaking, although the tall man was a bit absent in the mind. However he caught about every third word, she touched his arm and was flattening out some wrinkles. He smiled a bit, so thoughtful, even if she doesn't mean it. Part of him found Mira charming, he'd often on a lark thought of breaking that spirit of hers. Though she wouldn't be as entertaining then and life was already so damned boring he wouldn't be able to bear it being anymore so.

"Don’t go falling asleep here old man, lest you want to fall into the big hole for the corpse.”
O-old. . . Man? Old man?? He felt a bit of anger bubbling up, he was in the prime of life! Definitely not an old man and-

"Can I trust you to not nod-off and actually look presentable? We are the Gold Clan after all, Goldilocks! We have a reputation to up-keep,”
He watched her and with a huff he folded his arms almost like a spoiled child. He didn't really enjoy being called that, it just took him back to unpleasant times. As he was about to reply he was cut off by her wandering off and the white haired kid remarking snarkily toward him. He ran a hand through his hair. If this isn't the damnedest funeral I've ever visited!

He glanced around once those two had left and spotted a lost looking woman from Scepter four, consoling an elder couple. A few other odd-balls and then Miu. . . Talking to a bird? He sighed, putting his hands in his pockets he headed towards her. He straightened his clothes out quickly to look a little better. Once he caught up to her he cleared his throat a bit and slid on his shades to hide his bloodshot eyes.

"Hey there kiddo. You holdin' out alright? I noticed you were talkin' to a bird. . . So, I wanted to stop over and offer my apologies." He said kind of awkwardly placing a hand on her shoulder, he wasn't the best at this empathy, making people feel good shit. Though for little Miu he'd try.



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Naoko finished up going around consoling people. It had taken a lot out of her, she wasn't sure what to do now though, she was a bit worried about her father but she knew her fellows might need her here. Although she wasn't sure who to approach everyone seemed to be in their own worlds and Naoko was just outside all of them. She smiled slightly and walked out to the edge of the property where they had held the funeral. So many lives were touched by this one soul, something like that was very inspiring indeed. She sat down on the curb and felt tears welling up in her eyes. It was beautiful to think this persons passing would warrant so many people to come to remember them. Kings and everything lesser to friends and family all were here in attendance. It was so amazing to think about.

Naoko always enjoyed seeing the effects people's lives have on others and this was the most impressive yet. Although she wished she wouldn't have to have these revelations at funerals, such a sorrowful time for such epiphany. She rested her head in the palm of her hand and wondered if in the end her life would have such profound repercussions. . .

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Heh, they're cute.' Curiously observing the young duo with only a subtle grin giving away what he thought, the man could easily tell that Sachiko was over the moon at the mere presence of the other little girl. Arata couldn't blame her though. After all when was the last time his youngest member got someone their own age to hang around with? Sora was all the girl had and there was only so much he could offer her in that sense. Plus Tooru was already off and away to the funeral at that moment, even if it was a bit strange that the boy was incredibly eager to be there. But Arata didn't think much of it. ”Well you sure know how to make someone feel welcome here Nana,” he sighed a bit, not overly surprised that the little Gold Clan girl got a warmer reception than him. The woman really did have a soft spot for the children and he could appreciate that, although that generous nature didn't seem to stretch to the adults as often; even the King it appeared.

”Anyway... where else would I be?” Arata remarked and leaned on the bar, folding his arms against the edge and pushing on them. ”You'd only miss me if I didn't come here and nowhere else was open. So I just figured I'd let myself in.” Nana was such a nagging woman. But she sure did keep HOMRA in line which was something; even Arata possibly needed her more than he would ever let on. ”Yeah, yeah. I get it already. You know I'm good for it?” He flashed a reassuring grin to the girl and hoped that was enough to keep her satisfied. It wasn't like he didn't want to pay or couldn't, but Arata always found this way more amusing. He'd often do it with quite a few people actually, though he half wondered why some put up with his antics.

Arata kept still while sitting perched at the bar, watching as Nana made sure the young girl wasn't allergic to anything before going off to attend to the breakfast. She really was a sweet young woman, wasn't she? It was almost a pity she had him for King. ”Must be kinda' boring here for you kids, huh?” he causally asked the pair of girls, his mind already sunk in thought. He never really knew what it was Sachiko did around the Bed and Breakfast for entertainment in his absence; heaven forbid Nana let the child have any proper fun! But then again Arata could hardly imagine Alastair letting little Sora have any fun either.

No wonder the poor kid comes here.' Arata mused when leaning back in his seat rather quietly, raising both hands slightly and then quickly motioning some gestures at his little follower. Oh no, they weren't sign language. If anything it was almost complete gibberish to an unassuming eye; yet with enough refinement that a ten year old could just grasp it. Seemingly Arata had taught her something useful from all those afternoons together, a thing that only they would know and share. ”Think I'll just get some air or something. Funerals, you know. They can get to you,” it might have been the lamest excuse he could use, if not one of the most obvious lies he could tell, but Arata swiftly rose from his seat and slipped down onto the floor. ”Oh and don't burn the toast Nana,” he called over his shoulder towards the direction of the kitchen, before slinking out the door that lead out to the back area of the building. What am I even doing? Heh.'

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”Awesome. Your pancakes are the best Nana.” Sachiko grinned from ear to ear almost identically to the Cheshire cat she had heard about from stories. She was giggly and full of butterflies and right now nothing could dampen her spirits; all the girl knew was that she was happy inside. Suddenly and unexpectedly, that was usually the greatest type of happiness, right? Sachiko believed so. ”Cool, thanks Nana.” Beaming another smile to the woman, the girl moved her gaze between the two females every few minutes. She was never good at multitasking after all, but she tried her best and made sure to look extra conscious of what was going on.

”It's not boring at all Rat,” Sachiko answered the man a little while after, her large orbs glued to the figure who sat so high and mightily on the bar-stool over by. Woah. He really is a King. The best-est King. She thought proudly in her little wondering mind, appearing just the tiniest bit awed when observing the very person she had chosen to be her role model. Well, one of them. Nana was also awesome, and Tooru. She wanted to be like them all, really. ”It's really fun here and I wish you'd come more often,” she continued shortly after, ”Nana let's me help her and I can do all-sorts of cool stuff here, duh!”

She made a face at the man, before offering a sudden curious look of intrigue when Arata appeared to be giving her hand signs. It took her a moment to digest it, but Sachiko quickly clicked. O-Oh! It's the thing! It was the special language that she had made-up once when Arata was watching her some time ago, though it was only created to purely amuse themselves and make secret remarks behind Nana's back. But the girl knew it for sure and offered a nod. She understood, giving in return her own tiny, quick hand offerings to confirm. Gotcha, Rat. Flicking wrists and bending and shaping fingers. Oo-Kaaaay.

She turned to the girl. ”Psst. Sora, wanna go have some fun? Like, an adventure?” she inquired in a whispered voice to her friend, once she knew Nana wasn't looking. That was key after all. They had to sneak, tip-toe even. ”You gotta be quiet though.” They had to be like ninjas to evade Nana's keen eyesight. Sachiko only knew that all too well. ”Follow me.” Thankfully Sachiko was a fast little monster in her own right. She maneuvered through the room with apparent ease and slunk her way around the bar and over to the door Arata had used only moments before. Waiting for Sora, the girl lingered by the door only briefly, keeping a close eye out for her friend, before nudging the door open for the pair and pushing her way out through it.

”Rat!” the girl cried with a uncontrolled gasp, hurrying over to the tall mans side and burrowing her small hand into the welcoming warmth and protection of his own. ”Don't leave without us,” Sachiko said, entwining her tiny fingers with his. ”We go together.” The city always did scare Sachiko, even just ever so slightly. The streets were dangerous... or rather they use to be, that was before Rat had come and made them all safe for her. But even so the girl still clung to his hand for dear life. ”Sora, you can hold his other hand if you want? Rat will keep us safe.” Sachiko had learned how difficult being on the streets could be and that was why she lingered by the mans side constantly, because he always kept her safe. Just the memory of it caused her to squeeze Arata's hand a little.


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When Tooru returned to Daisuke's side, he was a blushing mess, even the tips of his ears turned bright red. "That was terrifying..." He said, still shaking a bit. Daisuke laughed quietly to himself and tried not to seem offensive with his mocking smile. "I admit, that was pretty pathetic. But I suppose talking to your crush is hard enough, even without the ever-so-intimidating Gold King next to you. Trust me, it gets easier with time." Daisuke grinned. "I have experience~" XX
"You have experience? Really?!" "Yes, and before you ask - no, I'm not going to talk about it." Tooru pouted for a moment, but was quickly distracted when Mira - to both their surprise - called out in their general direction. "Oi! Little boy, come 'ere!" Tooru pointed at himself with an expression of pure shock, and Daisuke fought the urge to start laughing at how awkward the poor kid was. XXX
"I want to have a word with you, so get over here already!" Mira yelled, obviously growing frustrated. Tooru gave Daisuke a half-smile and hurried over to the golden-haired girl, not shaking nearly as much now that Alastair wasn't hovering over them. "Mira-san, what is it that you wanna talk to me about...?" XX
Daisuke watched Tooru and Mira for a moment before deciding to give the two teens their privacy. There isn't really anything interesting happening here. Although, it is a funeral, so I suppose that can be expected. "Daisuke!" Turning toward the sound of his mother's voice, Daisuke found his parents walking toward him, his father still all teary-eyed and both of them looking exhausted. XXX
"We're going to head home, if we stay any longer I think your father might start bawling. Are you going to stay a bit longer?" "I think that might be a good idea. You two go home, get some rest. I'll be back later." A few hugs and a bit of dramatic waving later, his parents were off, leaving him in the midst of a mess of grieving family members and different clansmen. Daisuke thought of Miu and figured he should at least attempt to get to know her a little bit better. XX
His face curled into a deep frown when he turned to find that Alastair had already beat him to her. Ugh. Well, I suppose I'll find someone else to talk to then. There's no way I'm going anywhere near him again today. Looking around, Daisuke scanned the crowd for anyone who was off by themselves. Most of the attendees were grouped up, trying hard to comfort one another. XXX
He caught sight of a woman in a Scepter 4 uniform, sitting on the curb with her head in her hands, and made his way over to her. "Miss, are you alright? Is there anything I can do to help you?" Daisuke said, sitting down beside her and smiling gently. He recognized the girl as one of Tanabata's subordinates, but he had never spoken to her before. "My name is Daisuke. May I ask yours?" XX

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Riku felt like reclining into a ball and crying while he rolled down a large, rocky hill, however he bit down his urge to punish himself and remained upright, pushing up his glasses with a glint in his eye.

"So, the princess has been attending to Ikeda-san? Of course, I would not expect anything less of the face of Scepter 4. It is in our duty to serve those we have failed to protect from such unnecessary evils in every way that we are capable. However, there is absolutely not a chance that my lack of appearance was missed by her intelligent eye - we go to her, Morizakawa-san, not because we question her observational prowess, but to repent for the disgraceful way I have represented Scepter 4 on this day! Even by the chance she is unaware, it is only right that we own up to our wrongdoings!"

Riku finished his dramatic speech with his index finger held high up in the air, a foot up on the hood of a car and a hand on his hip. His expression offset the ridiculous pose by appearing completely devoid of any sort of hilarity and instead looked dead-serious. His pointing finger retracted into a tight fist and he brought it down in line with his nose, glaring at it with flaming intensity.

"And hopefully, achieve justice for the wrongs that one did against me that caused such a respected clansman like myself to end up in this sorry position on such an important, melancholy day..." he muttered loud enough for anyone listening really intently to hear, hair prickling up on his neck as his terrifying aura scared even himself. The dangerous energy that surrounded him completely drained as he got off the car and turned to Nao, bowing deeply.

"I apologise for what you have witnessed here today. It is a wonderful morning, or would be if -" he looked up, realised Nao was already walking, straightened in a hurry and fast walked his way over to assume the lead. "So eager, Morizakawa-san? Of course, it is an admired quality. To Emi-chan!"

They didn't have to walk far to find her. Probably because as while they were walking towards the funeral, she and her pupils were walking in the opposite direction - away from it. The sight of the Silver King (looking as dazed out as ever) and <JUNGLE>'s personal detective (looking as intrigued as ever) on either side of the idol immediately set off sirens in Riku's mind. It wasn't because the man particularly disliked either of them (well, Hisako was part of a hacker group run by a person they were hunting, something that he often wondered about - how his usually strict king had managed to see past that and befriend the girl was beyond him), but Nao + kids belonging to other clans were not an enjoyable mix, especially for the one acting as referee. He didn't focus on that issue for long, however, as his stare was fixated on Emi; at the way she held herself like she was about to spring into dance, her smile that hid a song and her lively, big blue eyes that were flitting over to look in his direction.

"Yukimura-san, Ozu-san, good morning to you both. I apologise for the abruptness of my intrusion. Emi-chan, I apologise for not being at your side sooner!" Riku jogged up to them and bowed his head slightly at Emi's companions, then suddenly latched onto the girl's shoulders with a strong, but not rough, grip. His tired eyes gazed into hers meaningfully, scanning for any sign of redness that could suggest she had been crying. Thankfully, there were none, and he took a step away and bowed so low his glasses nearly slid off. "I must elaborate, of course. All of the Gensai family should have all been present at this event however I, the Right Hand, gave into the sin of sloth and because of that moment of weakness I have failed to positively represent my clan. I, Gensai Riku of Scepter 4, acknowledge and accept my mistakes and will accept whatever punishment you see fit."

Not to mention he had promised his friend he'd be there in attendance, but that was a personal matter he need not delve into while in the presence of other, non-blue clansmen. Right now, the reputation of Scepter 4 was on the agenda. HOMRA not showing up to the Grey King's funeral was one thing - but the Right Hand of the respected Scepter 4? What sort of uncouth madness was that!?

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Yes, you.’ Mira nodded at the dumbstruck boy as he pointed at himself. She couldn't help but wonder why he was being so weird over it, but eventually decided to drop the thought for now seeing as the orange-haired boy came bouncing back over upon her beckoning. At least he’s obedient.’ She pleasantly thought while gazing down at the him slightly – well they were more or less the same height, but Mira towered above Tooru only just thanks to her high-heels. ”I was just surprised to see someone from HOMRA here that was all,” she began to explain, both hands settling up and against her hips as if about ready to give him a good telling-off. ”Don’t flip out over it, ok? There are enough high-emotions around here already.”

She then tilted her head one way, as if inspecting Tooru as he stood before her presently. There was something about the boy that she just couldn’t seem to bring herself to ignore. ”Are you… feeling alright?” Quickly offering a hand up to his face and feeling their rosy cheek, Mira looked him over quietly before pulling away just as fast the next moment. ”Your face matches your hair almost,” she commented and raised an eyebrow, merely stating the obvious. Earlier the girl could've sworn he was redder than a tomato... but Mira also realized that she was perhaps straying off what she originally summoned him for.

”Anyway... just don’t go getting up to any funny business. I don’t want any trouble here, Small Giant.” Mira always found it weird to associate the young boy with such a name, but from what she had heard through rumours it was Tooru without doubt. Although that wasn’t to say Mira was fully persuaded yet to believe what she heard though. Not completely. ”Why'd you even come here anyway? – Hold on. Make yourself useful for a minute,” she grabbed his shoulder and leaned on him a little, raising her right ankle to fidget with the back quarter of her shoe. High-heels were killer after all, especially when you walked around in them a lot and more so as well when you had to look good for a funeral – Mira certainly was not the type to sacrifice fashion for the sake of comfort! ”Besides don't you have school to go to or something?” she questioned Tooru while trying to maintain some sense of balance on her other leg.


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It would seem the Gold clansmen had struck a cord with the boy. A string of coughs exited their mouth. Maybe she was sick? Or maybe he had been wrong to give them the cigarette? No, it was more likely that he had hit on a sore topic.

The character glanced up at him for a moment, still not responding to his question. Honestly, he was beginning to wonder whether or not this person had engaged in conversation with another person before. It seemed like that they had no clue how to act, or maybe it was just Katsuo's mastery in the category that made that seem like the case.

Having finally settled in a position with his hands covering his face, Katsuo was confident that they were trying to hide their tears. They probably didn't want him to them crying, not even lowering his mask to give a silent nod in return. He couldn't help but take pity on them, something was obviously weighing on them, and it seemed like that thing involved the loss of someone close to them.

Against his better judgement that was suggesting that the subject of his sympathy was likely just a con artist of some sorts, Katsuo gently placed a hand on the boy's shoulder. Moments later he sucked them into a full blown hug. As he lingered in it for a moment, he hoped it didn't seem weird or like he was trying to molest them or anything. This could very easily end in a call to the police, if the stranger was the type to do that kind of thing, and he would have no defense.

Eventually, he released the boy. Remembering what he was there for and the sister he had left back at the funeral home door.
"I'm sorry. I really can't stay around much longer, my sister is waiting for me. If you don't have anywhere to go you can come with us, I wouldn't want to leave you alone while you're upset."

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No.

No.

What is this supposed to be?

This is the exact opposite of what I thought would happen!

Is this some joke? Do I really not understand people this much?

He's supposed to be a gruff, something or other, person that doesn't do things like this!

SO WHY IS HE TOUCHING ME?


Hibiki was stuck. Her eyes, hidden by her hands, needed moisture yet her blinking was to no effect and her lungs, while inflating and deflating all the same, seemed to be failing at the only job they were tasked with. The vomit that had threatened escape just before seemed to be trapped in her throat, hot and eating its way into her with acids. There was something on her shoulder that was inhibiting every bodily function that could assist in this situation. The only thing that this inhibitor had increased the effects of was her heartbeat, which had sped up to such high levels that she felt that if she stood she'd die from dizziness.

All she needed to do was say, "Don't." ... but things never were that simple for her, were they?

Her hands left her burning face and one slowly dipped down and twitched above the pocket that held her spare change. This isn't an act of prostitution, she stopped herself with a sudden logical thought, If I pay him to leave me, that would be suspicious - or in a situation like this, would the money be an invitation for prostitution? Paying for acts of intimacy - but I want to pay him to leave me - but he'll obviously get the wrong idea - would he be disgusted or would he try to - what has prostitution have to do with a hand on my shoulder? Obviously, I'm taking this to the extreme and should -

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Two arms were encasing her like a spider spinning its next meal into a neat package. And it wasn't just arms - no, it was more than that. He had to lean to follow through with this action, his lengthy body curling over, a structure about to flatten her. She became all too aware that the side of her head was touching his chest and there was a crackling static in the air that surrounded her and caused her hairs to raise. He was zapped by this energy a dozen times but was apparently not bothered by the static and Hibiki was too timid for her powers to respond to this with something greater, and besides, anything bigger than static couldn't be written off as normal. She couldn't let him know of her allegiance - wait, would that make him leave her? This was lasting too long, now. Long enough for Hibiki's thoughts to slow down and become comprehensible.

Can he hear my heart beating? she stressed, Or can he feel how hot my skin is? It had become very, very uncomfortable within her cocoon of many layers. His heart is beating at a normal pace. So this was a normal thing? Was she reacting too out of the ordinary? Could he tell? And his hands are cool. So this was completely normal? But - not for this man, not Maeda Katsuo of Timeless Palace! The only person she knew who experienced this action from him was his sister! Please do not hear me. I can hear everything in you. His heartbeat, his breathing, the slight sounds of his insides all working together to digest, convert, filter, live...

I'm not scared, she squeezed her eyes shut and lied, I'm not scared, I'm not scared, I'm not...

"Mm-hg!" a muffled sound escaped her tightened lips and she jolted suddenly, her bags sliding from her lap and spilling onto the ground. Panic at exposing her panic seized her and

And it was over.

She lifted her head up suddenly, a desperate joy filling her chest. She could hear him saying something but she was too elated by freedom and beyond listening. She immediately dropped to the ground, getting some much needed distance between her and the man and starting to pick up everything that had fallen - some groceries, deodorant, a cat-head lolly dispenser for someone who was not her, tampons (thank goodness she had collected those before this man had seen them, how embarrassing) and - Rose Gold volume 4? Where was it?

She looked up to see the cover, two shirtless princes entangled in roses and bedsheets, in the man's hands. She stared. Then everything went red. She was sweating profusely from the events before and now it was evaporating from the sheer heat of her body temperature.

"...don't have anywhere to go you can come with us, I wouldn't want to leave you alone while you're upset."

THAT'S THE EXACT OPPOSITE OF WHAT I WANT! She internally lamented as she face planted onto the ground. She really didn't read him correctly at all, did she?

Wait. She thought, still on the ground in this manner, This is a way out of here. Would leaving with a Gold clansman draw too much attention? If we go quietly, it's a fast way out. No, his appearance attracts attention. No, he's acting too suspiciously. No, I'm the one acting suspiciously. I just want to leave. Are there any people where he's going? She couldn't ask him that, that was too paranoid thus too suspicious. So, he doesn't want to leave me. A simple choice, decline or leave with the member of an enemy clan. How much to I want to go? Stop. Enough to make me sick. Of course she was going to decline, she could make it through the city and the people herself... she could force her way through that thriving hoard of humanity... Does he have a car?

Change of plans. She picked herself off the ground.

"You... *grunt* ... You have a car?" She scratched the back of her neck and tried to avoid his scary red gaze. "Th-Then, I'm, I'm, going. Yeah, I'm coming." The manga! "Ahhh..." Does she take it from him? He'd been holding it! "K-K-Keep it! Yeah, do that. I don't, uh, it's for, someone. My, uh, Yoko. Yeah, Yoko. Er... yours, now, she can't... read, she's a ham..." Don't tell him that she's a hamster. "... so, um. Plot is really sweet, so... if you want to, ergh, have a summary, um..." her babbling trailed off, her eyes glazing over and growing more dead the longer she continued. She caught herself and clenched her fists with determination, bowing her head and declaring in a disjointed, robotic tone, "Yes. I am sad and I want to... go with you."

Why did it feel so much more embarrassing to say that compared to everything else?

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"So, the princess has been attending to Ikeda-san? Of course, I would not expect anything less of the face of Scepter 4. It is in our duty to serve those we have failed to protect from such unnecessary evils in every way that we are capable. However, there is absolutely not a chance that my lack of appearance was missed by her intelligent eye - we go to her, Morizakawa-san, not because we question her observational prowess, but to repent for the disgraceful way I have represented Scepter 4 on this day! Even by the chance she is unaware, it is only right that we own up to our wrongdoings!"

No trace of the confusion Nao felt was revealed on his face as the complicated words passed over his head like water dropping over a waterfall... So... We head to Tanabata-sama first, since she'll notice that Riku is missing, and then we apologise for being late? And even if she didn't know we were late we apologise anyway.... I think. That is what he's saying, right?

... Well, he's definitely asking whether Tanabata-sama is with Ikeda-san.... She's the new Grey King now, right? I think.


"...Yes. I mean yes!" Nao smiled brightly, deciding to play it safe by answering what he definitely knew Riku had asked. "Tanabata-san is with Ikeda-san!" He said cheerfully over Riku's mutterings, subtly edging away from Riku and his dark aura. Nao had learnt from experience that it was best to stay away from people when they were angry (angry people were more likely to resort to violence and throw things), and he was not likely to go against that instinct any time soon. That urge only increased when Riku started to bow to him.

Nao froze. What the fuck.

"I apologise-"

I'M GETTING OUT OF HERE. No way was he dealing with this. Nao whirled and walked swiftly away from Riku in a way that was more like a run than a walk, his heart beating loudly in his chest with alarm. If it were an action movie, Riku would be the ticking bomb and Nao would be the guy running for the hills before the explosion began. His hero apologising to him?! Inconceivable! Normally it was the other way around. It was only a few seconds later that Nao realised that the sudden abrupt leave could have been taken as rude, but fortunately it seemed that Riku hadn't taken any offence, stopping mid speech and catching up with him. In fact, he spoke on, praising Nao's eagerness to head towards Emi.

Yes, he was eager. Eager to run like a coward for being apologised to, that is.

A few minutes later, they met up with Emi, Miu and Cyneric. Nao stood to attention behind Riku, giving a polite greeting towards Emi. "Good afternoon, Tanabata-sama! I've brought Riku-san with me, as you can see!" he smiled brightly at her, looking the picture of a child pleased with himself at accomplishing an errand. "I'm sorry we're late!"

Then he stood back and stayed as quiet and out of sight as Riku fussed over Emi. He gave a small nod and smile to Cyneric, unsure how to react - in public, Nao found it easier to act as if he didn't know the Silver King. For one thing, Riku and Emi might not approve. And for another, it was easier to just pretend that they didn't know each other, although they fought regularly - considering their odd schedules, they didn't really met that often.

However, it was the first time they were meeting each other at a funeral in front of Sceptre 4 and the clans, where positions actually mattered. Nao didn't know how much Riku and Emi and the others knew about him sparring with some of the other clan members, but he wasn't willing for them to find out that he had been sparring with the Silver King for information and fun after they had met god knows where. Riku would scold him for fighting such a powerful figurehead, Emi would scold him and look at him disapprovingly, he might get locked up for sparring with someone as high in status as a King.... the possibilities were endless and, as far as Nao was concerned, not likely to happen so long as it wasn't addressed in public. The less they knew, the better.

It was with this in mind when Nao faced them with a greeting. "Good afternoon, Ozu-san! He said brightly, injecting a little respect into his tone that normally wasn't there when he talked with Cyneric. He smiled vapidly, as if it were the first time they were meeting. "Good afternoon, Hisako-san! Nao smiled cheerfully at Hisako, giving a respectful nod to her just as he had with Emi. She was Emi's friend, and it paid to be nice to the person who was teaching him how to read.

It also bought him time to think of what to say to Cyneric. shitballs on a stick what should I say that won't tip anyone off?! Name, age, rank, uh - oh wait. They already know that I know Cyneric. Probably. Uh... Nao's mind raced for options.

Oh. Right! There's always that option. Smiling smoothly, Nao waited until the others finished their conversation before turning to them with a question.

"Would any of you like me to get a drink for you?" Nao asked politely, a courteous smile beaming on his face. Inwardly, he was screaming 'please say yes pleasepleaseplease let me get out of here before I mess up please' and praying to anyone (who had suspiciously familiar glasses and hair) that he'd be able to escape as soon as he possibly could. "Or do any of you want something to eat? I can get some if you want!" He asked eagerly. Anything to get out of here before awkward questions were asked.

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In the rooms of one of the apartments inside Arizu complex, the landlord was preparing for a funeral of a dear friend. Tightening the tie around his neck with a practiced twist of the hands, Rikiishi Kichirou, better known as Rou to anyone who knew him, sighed and ran a hand through his hair, trying to quell the nervous feeling in his heart.

The man was dressed in sombre attire - a black sweater over a dress shirt and dark trousers, with dark socks. A dark coat laid on the bed across the dressing table, but Rou didn’t reach for it yet. Looking at himself in the mirror attached to the dresser, he examined his hair with a slight frown. His hands had helped flatten it a little, but it still stuck up every which direction as if a bird had nested in it. With a sigh, Rou pulled out a comb.

It was only right that he looked his best for the Grey King’s funeral, after all. Ikeda Akio had been a good man, and so Rou was going to pay his respects.

“Cora, Casper,” he called over his shoulder, giving his hair one last brush. “Are you ready? It’s almost time to go.”

“Ah, yeah!” Casper answered brightly, pulling up his socks with a flourish. He was dressed in as many dark Colours as he could find, from an event he only understood as a ‘funeral’. Cora told him it was something to commemorate a dead person, and though Casper didn't completely understand it meant it was a chance to go outside, and outside was fun! Cora silently nodded from the sofa, clad in a black dress.

“That’s good.” Hair combed into neatness, Rou left his room and walked into the living room, coat in hand. He made his way towards them, green eyes furrowing as he looked at their attire and assessed if it was funeral-appropriate or not.

He smiled at Cora’s simple dress, giving it a pass, but his eyebrows furrowed in confusion when he saw what Casper was wearing. “... Uh, Casper?” he said tentatively, restraining a sigh. “That’s… not exactly what you wear to funerals.”

Casper looked down at his black onesie with a curious expression, adjusting the tattered black top hat he picked up once from his adventures. “What's wrong, Mom?” He chirped, his eyes clouded with genuine confusion. “Why can't I wear that to the fu-ner-al?”

“Don’t call me mom,” Rou said, a resigned tone to his voice that said that they had held this conversation many, many times. Placing the coat down on the sofa beside Cora, he went over to Casper and crouched so that they were at the same height, resting his hands on his knees.

“It’s pronounced ‘funeral’, Casper.” he said patiently, smiling warmly at the boy. “A funeral is a service held for someone who has died recently, to allow the relatives and friends of the dead person to get some closure and mourn the passing of someone precious to them. Since its a sad occasion, colors that are associated with death are often chosen to be worn at such processions. In Japan black is the color associated with death. That’s why we’re wearing black to the funeral. Don’t worry, you got that one right, good job!” He raised a hand up for a high five that was returned with a grin and great enthusiasm.

“However, although the colors are right, your clothes aren’t suited for this funeral.” Rou explained, tone patient but slightly amused, as if he were holding back a fond chuckle. Lifting a finger, he gently poked at the onesie Casper was wearing. “This is a onesie. It’s something people wear at home, to stay comfortable in. You’ve never seen this worn in all the pictures you’ve taken of the outside, right?”

“Pictures…? Oh, right!” Casper did notice the huge photo wall of their room, though why Rou said he took them was a mystery. He hasn't taken any photos as far as he remembered, which arguably isn't that far back.

“That’s because it’s a piece of clothing suited for home use,” Rou said, eyes going a bit sad at Casper’s confusion and lack of memory. He covered it up with a smile that felt like the sun peaking over the horizon, warm and fond. “A funeral is normally more solemn and formal, and as the funeral we’re heading to is for someone important, a onesie is not the best option to wear there. A more suitable piece of clothing would be a dark dress shirt, or dark trousers.”

“As for the top hat...” Rou gently pulled the top hot off Casper’s head, holding the rim with his hands so as to show it to Casper.

“A top hat is very formal, for men in other countries, especially in previous centuries. But it’s something only adults wear. You’re eleven, right?” Rou asked affectionately. Casper nodded quickly. “You’re a bit too young to wear a top hat right now. Wait till you’re a bit older, alright?”

“Yes Mom!” Casper smiled brightly at him, his eyes still eager and filled with excitement. “I'll go change! Wait for me!” Within minutes he was dashing in and out of their room, now decked in a black jacket and jeans. “Is this okay?” He asked, giving a little twirl to show Rou.

“Yes, it is!” Rou smiled affectionately at Casper, reaching down a hand to ruffle Casper’s hair. “Good job. You look very nice! But don’t call me mom. Cora, what time is it?” he asked, head turning to face her. “Are we late?”

Cora shook her head quickly, pointing to a notepad in her hand. “I have already prepared for several different scenarios should they prove to take up too much of our time. We won't be late, Rou.”

“That’s good. Thank you, Cora.” Rou patted her gently on the head, and Cora gave a small genuine smile, near melting under his praise. “It was nothing.” She spoke softly, standing at attention by Casper’s side.

Rou smiled at the two of them, pleasant and cozy like a ray of liquid sunshine. “It was still nice of you to do so,” he said affectionately. Kneeling down in front of them, he looked them over once again. “Alright, I think we’re set.” He said, but there was a bit of hesitancy, as if he were holding back second thoughts. After a moment he spoke again, anxiety bleeding through his tone. “Cora, maybe you should take a jacket - it might be cold there. Casper, do you still have your tag? Do any of you need to go to the toilet before we go?”

“Nope, we’re all good!” Casper said as Cora shook her head. The boy was already rocking back and forth on his heels, eager to spring off into the outside world for the first time. His tag was bouncing against his chest, written in neatly printed kanji and English with the help from Cora. ‘Hi my name is Casper! I'm eleven years old, and I’m lost! Can you take me to this address?’

“Are you sure?” He looked at them anxiously like a worried mother, and when they nodded he sighed and smiled at them, although there was still a bit of doubt in his eyes. “Alright then.” Rising from his crouched position, Rou pulled on his coat and sneakers and walked towards the door, carefully placing the key in his pocket after unlocking it. As if he were still having one last doubt, he turned to them.

“You all don’t have to come if you don’t want to, you know.” he said softly, voicing out the last of his worries. Rou had known Ikeda Akio well, but the only thing the twins knew him by was his title, the Grey King. Cora had hardly stepped out of the house either, and Casper would have to rely on the decency of strangers if he got lost, and well, Rou was just worried that they were pushing themselves too much. “I can go by myself - you all don’t know him, so it’s alright if you don’t want to attend the funeral.”

“But I wanna!” Casper said immediately, tilting his head slightly. “I want to go to this f… funeral. It sounds interesting!” “And there is a possibility for you to get injured.” Cora said gravely, her eyes filled with concern. “I see many possibilities, I don't feel safe if you're alone on your own with the other kings.”

“A-Ah, that’s true…” Rou said sheepishly. His luck had caused plenty of weird situations, and not all of them were good. It wouldn’t be stopping anytime soon, either, but with Cora’s help Rou had had fewer incidents that ended with bloodshed or humiliation. However, he could still take care of himself, so the worry wasn’t really necessary, although it was nice of them to do so. “We’ll just be going there for the service, though. And the other kings are nice! You know Arata-san, right? He’s a good man.” Rou said brightly.

The Red King had been a tenant of Arizume complex for a while, and from what Rou had seen the man was nice, even if he didn't pay rent. He helped chase away weird people too, which was really helpful, and he was nice to the kids.

“Also, I don’t think the other Kings would cause trouble at the funeral,” Rou said to them optimistically. “But if you feel like you should come along, I guess I can’t say no, can I?” he chuckled good naturedly, affection in his tone.

Casper grinned as he said that, happy he got to go out with Rou and explore. Cora nodded as she remembered Arata, slipping her small hand into Rou’s as they prepared to leave, her other clasped tightly around Casper’s in case he decides on running off and getting lost. “Let's go, then.”

“Alright.” Opening the door, Rou kept a firm grasp on Casper’s hand until they were all outside before closing and locking the door. “It’s a bit far, so make sure not to let go, ok?” Rou instructed the twins like a mother telling her child not to run too far, holding their small hands securely in his own. “Cora, I’ll be counting on you for any ‘in cases’. Sorry.” he said, a hint of guilt in his voice. It wasn’t as if he were taking advantage of the little girl he had taken in since she had always volunteered her services, but it sure felt like it sometimes. “You two will tell me if it gets too much or if you both need a ride, alright?” He said anxiously, taking small steps so that the kids could keep up. He didn’t want them to collapse or anything - that would be pretty bad. “It’s alright - I’ll carry you guys.”

“I think so…” Cora said slightly doubtfully, before Casper lightly nudged her, giving her a small wink. “I'll be fine, Cora. Just relax!” He lightly skipped along Rou, while Cora did her best to keep up. Her stamina wasn't the best around, her breaths already coming out in short bursts as she panted softly. Tugging lightly on Rou’s hand, she looked up at him earnestly. “Could you carry me? Sorry…” Cora didn't exactly want to be a burden, lagging behind, but it seemed that either way she would be causing some trouble.

“Sure!” Kneeling down, Rou knelt and gathered Cora on his back, waiting until she was settled comfortably before standing up again. “Are you ok up there, Cora?” he asked worriedly, gesturing for Casper to grab hold of his coat.

Cora settled down comfortably on Rou’s wide back, leaning her head against his shoulder and nestling herself snugly. “I'm okay. Thank you, Rou.”

“That’s good.” Rou smiled as Casper took hold of his coat, taking a few slow steps forward. As he adjusted to the weight, he began to move faster, although still slow enough for Casper to be able to keep up without trotting. “Don’t let go, alright Casper? I don’t want anyone to get lost. And don’t worry.” he looked forward, voice sure and confident for the first time since this morning - although it wasn’t sure who exactly he was reassuring. Maybe himself - with all the murders going on, the clans were sure to be tense, and he didn't want any of the kids to be caught up in it.“It’ll be alright.”

Casper blinked up at him, slightly mystified at why they were worried. “Course we’ll be alright, Mom. I'll protect you two, so it's fine!”

Rou looked down at Casper, surprise flitting over his features. Then a weird expression crossed over his face, as if he were touched and amused but couldn’t quite figure out how to convey it since his hands weren’t free to give a head pat. “That’s true,” Rou grinned and gave a little laugh, tossing his head back gently and looking forwards. The street wasn’t entirely empty, but it was filled with enough people for them to be careful where they moved in case they bumped into someone. “We’ll be counting on you, I guess! But Casper?”

“Mm?”

“Please don’t call me mom.”

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Emi let out a quiet laugh as Hisa leaned in to tell her the cost of her notes. Her friend was a bit too curious for her own good. The idol swore that if curiosity killed people like it did cats, the girl would have died more times than anyone could count. "We are, but I can't exactly go around giving out classified information like that, you know? It's not like we have much in the way information on them anyways, it's like chasing Bigfoot." Saying no to the eager looking girl broke Emi's heart a little, feeling as if she had just kicked a puppy. "Well, I guess it wouldn't be that big a deal if you stopped by headquarters and take a look at the case file as long as you share anything you have on J with us."

They group was interrupted by the arrival of two of Scepter Four's finest. Emi had been expecting them to show up, but hadn't seen them at all during the funeral. Maybe they were sitting towards the back? The bawling Grey King had her undivided attention for most of the event, so they could have just as easily be lurking a few feet behind her and she wouldn't have noticed. Her right hand had bowled through the dissipating group of funeral goers. Judging by his expression, the King could tell something was weighing on her friend. The hands that descended on her shoulders confirmed her theory. "Riku-chi, it's fine. You're running yourself ragged, I'm sure you needed the rest." A smile made it's home on her face as she assured her right hand that it really wasn't a big deal. Emi was starting to worry about him. Riku had always been a hard worker, but things were getting out of hand. Maybe I should find him an assistant? No, I doubt he would accept them. It would just seem like I think he's not capable enough.

While the girl was busy trying to soothe the man, she had completely neglected the younger half of the duo. Was he feeling alright? He seemed a little anxious. Maybe he just wasn't feeling well? "Nao-chan, don't worry about it. We were actually just heading back to school, so we don't have much time for snacks." Wriggling away from Riku's grip, she gave the boy a pat on the head, messing up his hair a bit in the process.

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Mornings at the Arizume apartment complex weren't the most eventful, at least not on the days when Hiro actually had enough motivation to get up early and go to school. On most days him and the twins would sleep until Rou woke them up, but today, Hiro had a test that couldn't be taken at home, so he got up at seven and made breakfast, leaving leftovers for everyone else. XX
The apartment was quiet, as Rou and the twins were both still asleep and neither Jun nor Daisuke were home at the time. It would definitely be much livelier if the two of them were home. It was a known fact in the family that Jun and Daisuke were quite possibly the two most obnoxious people on the planet when they were together, though they were also everyone's relationship goal. XX
When Hiro exited the apartment complex, he was not surprised to find another tenant, Aonagi Haruka, waiting for him outside. They hardly knew each other at all, but whenever Hiro attended school, they would walk there and back together without any dialogue whatsoever. It was calming, if Hiro was honest. XX
Haku waved with a smile and Hiro gave a curt not in return, taking the lead as the two headed off toward the train station that led to Ashinaka Academy. Hiro still thought it odd that the school was on its own island, as the students and staff could easily become stranded if the bridge were to malfunction or get destroyed for whatever reason, though he never thought on it too much. XX
While he and Haku sat reading their respective books on the train, Hiro thought about the Grey King and the funeral that would be taking place within a few hours. Rou, Cora, and Casper would all be attending, and they had invited Hiro as well but he had turned down the offer simply because he knew if he went he would draw attention to them, which wasn't the most fun. XX
Hiro knew they would be alright - after all, what could happen at a funeral? But he still worried, putting a decent amount of effort into making sure it didn't show. The train stopped, and Hiro snapped his book shut, following Haku to class and taking his seat in comfortable silence, dreading the test to come. XXX
The test itself passed agonizingly slowly, though the moment it was over, the rest of Hiro's morning classes flew by in what seemed like only a few minutes. As the lunch bell rang, Hiro's thoughts wandered back to the funeral that would likely have come to a close by now. He wondered if Rou and the twins were already home, or if they'd stayed behind to comfort other attendees. XXX
As the rest of the class got louder and more rambunctious, Hiro gathered up his lunch and the newest Red Robin novel he'd borrowed from the library, and headed out of the building to the courtyard, where no one really ever went except for him. The reason people didn't go there was likely because he did, but Hiro couldn't have cared less. It meant he could have peace and quiet. XX
Hiro continued to follow thoughts of the funeral as he ate. He didn't know much about it, other than that the funeral was for the now-former Grey King who had apparently been good friends with Rou. Daisuke had told them about the new Grey King, a really nice young woman named Ikeda Miu, and explained the murders that had been happening around the city as of late. XXX
Daisuke said the only casualties have been members of one of the clans...so does that mean we're in danger too? I suppose not, since we technically aren't an official clan... His train of thought was interrupted by faint voices, and Hiro turned towards the school's entrance to find Hisako, Emi, and Cyneric arriving. He already knew that Emi and Cyneric were both Kings, so he could only assume that Hisako was part of a clan, though which one he didn't know. XXX
Hiro let out a sigh, realizing that Emi would likely heckle him for missing school if she noticed he was there, and promptly packed up his things, hoping to escape the scene before the Student Council President caught sight of him. XX

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Feeling the sudden presence of a much smaller hand in his own, and as well as that all too familiar voice that owned it, Arata turned to gaze down at the little girl. ”Like I’d ever leave you hanging behind?” He grinned at her, before giving a quick glance to the other small girl on his other side. When it seemed that everything was set he then asked, ”So, ready to go you two?” It was strange to seem so perky all of a sudden; more over considering that they were heading for a funeral. Was that weird?

Sachiko turned and smiled in the direction of Sora. ”Yeah, we’re good to go.” The girl beamed an encouraging smile back up to the man, gripping and squeezing his hand dearly. When about to step ahead she swung their entangled hands together and continued marching forward, the other two following with her. ”Though there’s something I’ve been wondering,” Sachiko spoke up shortly after as the three walked, her young mind busily pondering away quite curiously. With large eyes she stared up at Arata and managed for the most part to keep up with his long strides, her own little ones putting double the effort in to maintain pace. ”Why didn’t you wanna go to this thing where we’re going? You didn’t look happy before.”

”It’s nothing Chiko,” Arata assured her, if only a bit. ”You really shouldn’t watch me as much, you know, there’s no need to worry about it. I’m feeling ok now, right?”

She looked at him with hooded eyes. ”But you lie.” She insisted, unsure of what exactly she meant. For as long as she had known him Arata had often told fibs with his words, but as well he did something else occasionally. It was as if his own face could be dishonest at times. Sachiko couldn’t fully describe it, but she noticed it often. ”Is it ok if I lie too?”

”About what?” He asked, while seeming amused by her question. ”What have you got to lie about?” She was the most honest person he knew. Well, as honest as Sachiko could be without his influence. But she was still young, and lying was never her forte, not exactly. But he’d change that soon enough.

”Well I dunno,” the girl puffed her cheeks a little when musing over it, ”but when I find something to lie about I've decided that I won't tell you, ok? I won’t tell anyone. Well, I will. But I’ll lie about it. Right?” Sachiko remarked rather confidently, even flashing a cheeky smile to her friend, Sora. You wouldn't have guessed that they were going to a funeral, not with all these grins and smiles.

He just nodded and chuckled. ”Sure, whatever you say. Y'know, if you work at it, maybe you might actually deceive me, eh?” As he said that, Arata quickly came to a halt by the side of the pavement and allowed the passing cars to continue on by them, making sure that both girls were still safely at his sides. Last thing he needed was something to happen to them, knowing his luck. But at least Arata was on top of things for now.

”Nana says to always look both ways before crossing the road,” Sachiko informed them, believing the woman’s words to be law. And if you knew Nana then you'd know that to be true. ”Rat, you didn’t look both ways! You only looked forward! Didn't you get road safety when you were my age? Geez.”

”Hey, I’m checking both ways now. ok?” Arata assured the girl, quickly checking either side of the road for any oncoming vehicles. Luckily there was only the one approaching. ”After this one we can cross, if that’s alright with you? Wouldn’t want to go against Nana now, would we. You'd likely tell her too, wouldn't you?” He replied, staring down at the girl.

”I’m sure she’d appreciate that you think that, Rat.” She remarked and tugged on his hand. ”But it's only 'cause I want to keep you safe is all, don’t be mad… I didn't mean to be a tattletale.” Sachiko protested and then looked straight ahead and prepared herself.

Moments after and as the car passed the trio, Sachiko headed the march across the road and dragged the older man along with her and the other girl. She never liked it when she annoyed the King, if she did that was. But then it wasn’t exactly anything new in knowing how often Arata and Nana bickered between themselves. In a way they were like her mother and father since both usually tried to do what was best for her. But the girl never enjoyed taking sides.

Arata followed, and once reaching the other side and mounting the pavement, he turned to the girl and shot a concerned look down at her. ”You ok?” He asked, forcing a smile. ”Come on, we're almost there you two. Let's keep going.”

Producing a smile of her own, Sachiko bucked herself up and kept walking at his side. A wave of reassurance melting over her fine features as the girl then suddenly felt the urge to ask. ”What will it be like there? Will people be nice to us? Like... Sora's from the Gold bunch, so they'd obviously like her. But we're HOMRA...” Even a kid could pick up on the subtle unwelcoming nature of the other clans. What did they do to deserve it? Sachiko never appreciated it when people looked down on her family and much less talked ill of them, especially Rat. ”You're the greatest Rat. I know you won't let them get away with anything, will you?”

”Course not.” Arata said after, grinning to himself. ”People can think what they like about us, can't they? Just remember to not take any notice of anyone talking trash about us, right? Mind what I told you.”

”That it's enough for us to know we're the best and pity for the rest?” She pondered to him before just then remembered something. Clearly something rather important. ”Oh, will we find Tooru there?”

”We might.” He answered and then recalled their orange-headed member, knowing that they had rushed off to the funeral earlier, quite eagerly. ”So why don't you keep an eye out for Tooru? See if you can spot him there. How's that sound?”

Sachiko accepted the challenge and thrived from the hunt of finding Tooru. ”Uh-huh!” If she got the chance she'd defiantly keep her eyes peeled for her friend. However right then at that instant her eyes caught the glimpse of people pouring out of what looked like a busy area. She even recognized a few if only just and quickly tugged on the mans' hand again when approaching the curb and arriving at yet another road. This time though it was more busier than the last. ”Rat?”

Without even needing to be lectured about it, Arata darted his gaze down both sides, taking note of which cars were coming. They were just across from where the ceremony had been held, but it looked as if people were still around. Once the road seemed clear, he motioned for the pair to follow as they crossed over, heading for the almost crowed area. ”Mind not to talk to any weirdo's?”

”Or super boring people. Hey, that reminds me, will we see Scepter 4?” Sachiko giggled and hurried up beside him, still clutching onto his hand. She had never been to this sort of event before, whatever it actually was and so naturally she was just a bit curious to get there and explore. ”Is everyone gonna be there? Ooh, let's go already! Come on Sora!” Releasing his hand a minute after and springing ahead excitedly, Sachiko hurried herself over and invaded the unfamiliar area that was packed with bodies everywhere.

Although everyone seemed a bit down and a few even in tears, the girl looked beyond that and everything else and eyed up all that there was to see. She even saw a few kings! And other members from a variety of clans. ”Move it, slowpokes!” She called back loudly and waved them over.

Sighing, Arata folded both hands behind his back and followed on after the excited child. ”Chiko, cool it.”

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Character Portrait: Sachiko Yano Character Portrait: Gensai Riku Character Portrait: Tanabata Emi Character Portrait: Nao Morizakawa Character Portrait: Yukimura Hisako Character Portrait: Cyneric Ozu
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The second Emi touched Nao's hair, Nao froze, whole body stilling unnaturally as if he were a character on tv and someone had pressed the pause button. But it only lasted less than an instant - in a second he was pulling back, blinking in surprise and smiling as if nothing was wrong, although his eyes held a bit of irritation and confusion. That moment had happened so fast that anybody not looking would have missed it, and anybody looking wouldn't have realised it unless they were specifically looking for it. Nao fell back a couple of steps, smile hiding the torment going on in his head.

First - irritation. Emi had touched his hair. Repeat - Emi had ruffled his hair like a child (alright, he was thirteen - or fourteen, who knows - but he wasn't a child! He was a preteen! Not a child!) and his ponytail, as perfect as he could tie it as taught by Naoko during the past year, was now.... not perfect. What if Riku noticed? Riku liked perfection! And as his saviour was good at being perfect Nao was doing his best to emulate him and now it was gone.

And did Nao mention that he was being treated like a child? Which he wasn't - he had done things no kid should do, which meant he wasn't a kid like everyone thought he was! So there!

Second - it actually felt kinda... good. Like praise. Weird. Nao resisted the urge to reach a hand up to his head to check his hair- not yet.

Third...

Calm down, heart. She's the Blue King. She's not... them. Being pat on the head is ok and not a threat.

"Ok!" Nao chirped cheerfully instead. Damn, his escape path was gone.... Or maybe not. Nao took a deep breath, shoulders tensing as he steeled himself. "But you might get hungry on the way, so I'll see if i can take some for you before you go!" He said brightly, beaming his biggest sincerest smile, and with that he turned tail and walked towards the snack area as fast as he could without looking like he was running. "I'm also hungry, so I'll get some for myself too!" He said cheerfully behind his shoulder, trying not to think of whether he was going to get punished for taking the initiative for this step. It was only after he was out of sight and a good time away that Nao slowed to a normal walking pace, allowing the smile to drop from his face with a smile.

It had taken a bit long, but Nao had eventually learnt that it was ok to ask for things, ok to eat more than what he needed to survive, ok to just... y'know. Ask shit. Talk back. But this was new territory, and it was still a bit nervewracking testing the boundaries.

A lot of things were nervewracking, if Nao had the will to admit it.

Not the time, however. Bringing his hands up to his hair with a sigh, Nao neatened his ponytail the best he could with only his hands for a comb. Then he went to grab snacks - small cakes, peanuts, small finger sandwhiches. There were a few left over, and Nao wasted no time loading some into a convenient plastic bag for takeaway, stuffing a few into his cheeks too. He hadn't been kidding about wanting some himself. Chewing thoughtfully on a chocolate roll (mmmchocolate), Nao was making his way back when a man flung his arms wide, nearly smacking him in the face.

Almost instinctively, Nao dodged back, hands raising up and curling into fists as he prepared himself for a punch - but no, it was just a man gesturing expressively to his friends, letting out a hearty roar of laughter. Even as Nao watched they were already fading away into the crowd. With a frown, Nao dropped his hands - only to realise that he had accidentally knocked someone over when he had taken a flashstep back.

Whoops.

He looked down. What he saw was a small child with brown hair - a girl around a head shorter than him who looked familiar. Taking a step back, Nao's eyebrows wrinkled. "Sorry, for knocking you over," he said, sounding only a little apologetic. He had bumped into her, after all. "Watch where you're going next time, please," he added, only remembering to use 'please' at the last moment. Tucking the plastic bag of snacks into his belt as if it were a strap on pouch, Nao hesitated a bit before bringing a hand out towards her for the girl to take.

Helping people up was what Riku would have done, after all.

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Sachiko had been too focused on Rat and Sora behind her to notice that someone was approaching from the front and further still had managed to topple her over with a good amount of force. She actually only felt it by the time she hit the ground and got a bump to her forehead from it, before quickly after partially sitting up and supporting herself on both hands. ”Owe,” she said out of instinct and looked up when hearing a voice. It was a boy and a rather familiar one at that; she swore that she recognized the face from somewhere. ”But you walked into me, so you’re the one who’s suppose to watch where they’re going.” Sachiko advised with an eyebrow raised at the kid. They talked funny, after all. Was the boy complaining or apologizing? She giggled a little because of it and found it to be quite amusing deep down, if only to her and no one else.

When he offered a hand out to her Sachiko only glanced at it briefly, exchanging stares between the hand and their face before giving a light shake of her head. ”Oh don’t worry I got it,” she assured him and grinned widely. Without trying to seem rude about it the girl brought both knees in and pushed off from her hands, scrambling upright once more and brushing herself down all the same without his assistance. It was only then that it hit her apparently. A sudden gasp escaping the girl as she spun round to face him.

”Ooh you’re that girl!” She remarked suddenly and then promptly corrected with, ”I mean boy! From Scepter 4!” Honestly he looked like a girl half the time and Sachiko never put much thought into it. Who cared enough? Heck his hair was possibly even longer than hers, you know. That was something. But in a swift moment her expression quickly adjusted. ”You oughta watch where you’re going, you knocked me over! Geez.” The girl protested at once to him, her own inner fiery spirit partly coming alive right there and then. It was one thing to get pushed over by some boy, but another thing entirely if it was Scepter 4. ”Don’t they teach you to be more observant and other super boring stuff? Heh,” as if contemplating making a prime example in the spur of the moment, she had spied the plastic bag of snacks tucked into his belt and grinned yet again. ”If you're not careful I'll have that too!” Sachiko challenged with an amused tone. That'd sure teach him. Mr. Not-Really-Paying-Attention. Hm.

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Character Portrait: Mira Saromi Character Portrait: Kita Tooru
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Tooru moved to Mira's side without much hesitation, other than the initial shock of actually being acknowledged by the stern blonde. He was red-faced and tried to ignore it, shifting awkwardly from foot to foot as he waited for Mira to answer his question. "I was just surprised to see someone from HOMRA here that was all." The rivalry between HOMRA and the other clans was a well-known fact, especially concerning the Red and Gold Kings, and for a moment he thought Mira was going to scold him for attending the funeral at all. "Don’t flip out over it, ok? There are enough high-emotions around here already." XXXX
Tooru more or less understood what she meant. After all, he was a Red Clansmen, and with HOMRA catching the blame for the death of the person the funeral belonged to, his presence alone could be enough to disrupt the peace. Not that a crowd-full of crying attendees could really be considered peaceful, he supposed. Still, HOMRA shouldn't be treated so badly all the time. XX
He was suddenly aware of Mira staring at him. "Are you…feeling alright?" She asked, giving him a quizzical look and bringing up a hand to cup at his cheek, making Tooru flush even redder at the contact. "Y-Yes, I'm fine!" "Your face matches your hair almost." "Is that so?" He stuttered back, fidgeting nervously. Mira eventually pulled her hand back and Tooru's anxiousness lessened slightly. XX
"Anyway... just don’t go getting up to any funny business. I don’t want any trouble here, Small Giant." Despite that Mira was automatically assuming Tooru was there to cause trouble - which, sadly, HOMRA was known for - all the short redhead could think about was the fact that Mira had referred to him as the Small Giant. The nickname itself Tooru was immensely proud, and to hear it coming from his crush's lips made the boy brighten, grinning from ear to ear. XX
"Yes ma'am, I'll be on my best behavior!" Tooru said, voice louder and clearer than it had been before. He was feeling a little less nervous around Mira now, and felt almost proud that she knew him as the Small Giant instead of just another random HOMRA member. "Why'd you even come here anyway? – Hold on. Make yourself useful for a minute." As Mira leaned on him for support, Tooru stiffened, trying his best to stay still so she wouldn't fall. "Well...I came to see Daisuke-san." He left out that he'd also come to see Mira herself as well. XX
When Mira asked about school, Tooru stared at the ground awkwardly, not quite knowing what to say. It was technically illegal that neither him or Sachiko were attending school, and he knew it wasn't a good idea to go around bragging about it, especially when most of the city was centered around Ashinaka Academy. "I'm homeschooled, so I don't have a schedule really..." XX