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Murder.

 This was the most hot topic for the month. Several murders here, in Shizume city.

 The reports from the Scepter 4 HQ's data base explains that the people killed were not just some ordinary townsfolk. But strains.

 Not everyone knew about the strain's existence.

 But if they do, they'll use them for their own need, until they can dispose of them, like a garbage.

 The young woman stared at the news letters on the phone, her free hand clenched in a fist.

 'This time, a girl was murdered. She was believed to be 4 or 5 years old. We are still unsure, because the local police does not wish to give information on the case. Stay tuned for more news.'

 "The local police does not wish to give news, eh?" She chuckled darkly.

 Scepter 4, or as some people say, the local police, was the clan, which belonged to the Blue King, Munakata Reisi.

 She did not exactly hate the clan. But some certain people in it.

 The traitor who left her broken hearted and her friend too.

 Saruhiko.

 Even thinking of that name made her sick. She had swore that next time she sees him, she'll rip his throat out.

 He betrayed her.

 Every precious night that they were awake, talking about the future and the stars on the sky... Every precious moment they shared together.

 "He just had to leave me like that..." She growled, going down the street.

 She did have feelings for him. That's why she always tried to impress him in the spheres she knew he liked. Computers, games, etc.

 That's why she hated herself at the moment. Some of those things are in her veins still.

 As she was lost in her thoughts, someone screamed, causing a commotion.

 Some people fled in fear, others came - guided by their curiosity.

 She growled, unable to see what's going on. With the tip of her eye, she saw a stairway, leading towards the roof top. There was a shadow, moving like a lighting towards the roof.

 "Not this time." She said, running towards the stairs.

 She followed him to the top, her eyes losing him just for a second.

 As she was able to catch him again, he was slowing the pace.

 "Who are you?" The voice spoke, bringing an end to the chase.

 "Hmm, I was going to ask the same thing, you bastard. What makes you think that you can kill those innocent people?!" The woman yelled, red flames embracing her.

 "Oh, you are one of those clan members." He said with curiosity. "Sadly, I don't have time to deal with yo--" His PDA beeped just as he was saying his last sentences.

 The red clanswoman heard sirens, coming from the road.

 'So, those blues are here. Screw them.' She thought, running towards the man.

 He, on the other side just smiled like a maniac, parrying the attack, red flames exploding everywhere. Her eyes widened.

 No one could ever withstand this kind of attack.

 Except...

 If he was like her...

 Or even stronger.

 "I'm impressed, but you are lacking speed..." Suddenly, the man disappeared, kicking her as hard as he could from the back, sending her towards the wall of the inner stairs of the building. (A/N: The ones which people, living in the building use to go to the rooftop. I can't explain it properly, sorry TwT)

 She crashed in the wall, breaking a small part of it.

 "Guh..." She groaned, trying to get up.

 "You are lacking power..." He had taken her with his hand by the throat, sending her towards the wall of the other building.

  She felt as her air was kicked from her lungs when she met the other wall. Her flame started to fade and her soul was leaving her body, when she noticed the sword in the sky. No colour.

 "Colourless?!" She breathed out.

 "Ah, but my dear. That's not the only thing you lack." He ran towards her, pulling out something silver-ish.

 A gun with rose ornaments on it.

 "You are lacking life." He chuckled, sending a bullet flying to her with a great speed she could not dodge in a million years.

'My flame is not that strong to melt the bullet, especially when it's sent with the colourless flame.' She panicked for the first time, closing her eyes.

 Then, sharp pain went through her body, causing her to scream in the burning agony.

 Just then, everything went black. She felt how her body went limb, and slowly felt how she collided with the ground.

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 Days went by as she did not open her eyes.

 But just then...

 "She is awake, Sir." Someone spoke.

 The woman opened her eyes, but her vision was blurry. She could barely recognise the figures that were watching her.

 There was a woman and two men.

 "F-Fuck... I think I prefer to die at the moment." The wounded woman winced in pain as she tried to stand up.

 "You should not stand up, Miss! You barely survived whatever had shot you! It's a miracle that you even opened your eyes!" The medic shouted, trying to push her down.

 "What's the point of living after all? We're all gonna die sooner or later." She breathed out, losing consciousness.

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She opened her eyes to find herself in a bright room. The sun was caressing her skin. She could see many marks on her body.

It took her 3 seconds of realization to remember what actually happened.

The fight, the three figures.

Though she couldn't remember who they were. But she could clearly remember the man that almost killed her.

 She felt the enormous pain in her chest.

 "I swear, if I ever find where that good for nothing Colourless King is... I will beat the crap out of him." She mumbled, walking towards the window. Her reflection showed her as a ghost. She was able to see many marks and wounds, some of which were patched up. "I fucking hate needles in my skin." She flinched.

 Underneath the clothes she wore, she could see the bandage, wrapped tightly around her chest and right shoulder.

 "The bullet sure got me good, I guess." She winced as she made another move.

 Then, she was hit by the so called realization once more.

 The clothes she wore, were not hers.

 She wore a blue coat, which she thought was long enough till her ankles. Despite that, she wore her favourite pair of jeans.

"Don't tell me I'm... For the love of God... Seriously?!" She kicked the ground and immediately regretted it.

She screamed so loud that she thought that they have probably heard her in the other cities around Shizume.

Someone opened the door of the room, peeking in to see what happened.

"O-oh.. Hey, you are awake." A orange haired man chuckled, uncomfortable of the situation he was in.

"Hi."

'At the moment I want Totsuka baking me a pizza. Why did I have end up with this ginger boy?' She rolled her (e/c) eyes.

The man cleared his throat as if to state something important pretty soon, but ended lost when he saw that the woman he was talking to was not there.

"Hey! Wait a second! You need to see the Captain!" He yelled, running towards her.

He managed to catch on her easily, his eyes landing on her reopened wounds that bleeded.

"Hey! Wait!" He grabbed her by the hand, pulling her in an opposite direction.

No response.

He looked at her curiously.

"You blues... Sure do know how to be... Annoying..." She chuckled, falling down.

She did not collide with the ground, because of the pair of hands that had taken a hold of her.

"But we can be super heroes for beautiful people like you." He joked.

"Ha. Ha. Ha. Very funny, ginger." She mumbled, feeling even worse.

Her whole energy was drained from her body.

As the man took her in his hands, he started walking in an unknown direction.

"You are probably hungry. You weren't awake for a week or so. I've got to say, I'm quite surprised. People usually are don't wake up for months. And you... Wow." He said with a tone of admiration in his voice.

"T-Thanks." She coughed, the pain in her chest burning once more.

"I'm Andy by the way."

She fell silent, thinking of whether it was okay to talk so friendly with a blue or not.

'They are not that bad. Maybe if the things with him were not this way, I'd be happy to talk with them, despite the others of HOMRA, who were not so friendly with each other. Except Izumo and that... Thunder woman.' She thought.

Soon, she felt being placed down, a few pair of eyes watching her.

"When did she wake up?" One asked.

"Didn't you hear her? She screamed like a..." Andy started explaining, when suddenly, he smelled something burning. "Do you guys smell that?"

Everyone facepalmed.

Andy looked at the edge of his coat and suddenly, he shrugged his shoulders.

"Eh, I'm just burning." He stated like it was nothing.

Then his eyes were wide as the planet.

"I'm burning!!!" He screamed.

Trying to act cool, the rest of the blues had a hilarious expression plastered on their faces as they watched Andy trying to get his coat off.

"Watch your mouth, ginger. Or else I'll burn your hair." She mumbled, her right hand burning with her red flame.

"She's scary." Stated one of the men.

"Why thank you for the nice compliment!" She smirked.

"Tsch. I left for a few minutes and I find the control room in mess."

That voice...

Suddenly, she felt her energy burning inside and anger filling her chest.

Sadness...

"You bastard!" She jumped, red flames dancing with blue.

"Your attitude has changed."

"I don't fucking care! I don't wanna know your opinion!" She roared, pushing him towards the wall.

Panting, she tried to walk towards him. But it was no use. She was just pushing herself to the limit.

"If I w-weren't in this situation... I-I swear that I'd kill you!" She hissed, feeling the drops of blood streaming down her skin.

"A stubborn clansman. Just the same attitude as their King. Everyone there are like that. Except you, Fushimi." Someone spoke.

She looked towards that direction, her eyes wide.

In front of her stood the Fourth King, Munakata Reisi.

'Fuck...'

"Tsch. All of them are just a bunch of idiots." Fushimi clicked his tongue, pushing himself off of the wall.

"Those idiots were your family, you baka!" She shouted, tears filling up her eyes.

"They have never been and will never be." He said coldly.

"Fuck you, Saruhiko!" She mumbled, a tear falling down her palm.

'We were there. Me and Yata. If you didn't take the others as a family, you at least had us. Was this friendship... A lie?' She thought, feeling that annoying pain from sadness in her chest.

She felt a tap on her shoulder, and saw a hand stretching out.

Andy smiled sadly as he helped her up, holding her by the shoulder that was not wounded.

She felt her feet shaking. She was barely holding herself up.

"I'm sorry for the meeting you had with your old friend." Munakata pointed at Saruhiko, then smiled. "I've never expected to ask a favor from a red..." He mumbled, stretching out his hand towards her. "Would you help us for the Colorless King?"

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A month passed after the accident. That was the time, needed for her recovery.

"Say, (Y/N)-chan, are you going?" Izumo asked.

Izumo was the only one from HOMRA, who knew about (Y/N)'s mission with the blues. Even she did not tell him, Seri Awashima, the Leuitenant of Scepter 4, the Thunder woman, would surely tell him.

(Y/N) just didn't had the guts to tell the others. Especially Yata! He should not know a word about this. Or else.

There were several more murders. That made her angry.

"You know that if it wasn't for the sake of those innocent strains, I'd never accept this offer. Especially because of that bastard." She mumbled.

"You are lot more nervous after your encounter with him. Is it because of your feelings towards him?" He asked.

(Y/N)'s blood boiled up.

"My feelings. Have nothing to do. With this. Whatever I felt for him, is forever gone in the past!" She growled.

The bartender could only snicker at the face she had. She looked like a mad kitten.

"Okay, okay, I've got it." He threw his hands in the air, surrendering.

She puffed and stormed out of the bar, taking her walk towards the headquarters of Scepter 4. 

She remembered how actually everything came to here.

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"You are asking me this?" (Y/N)'s jaw fell.

"It is indeed unbelievable that I am asking such a thing. But it is for a good cause. We caught you after the fight with the Colorless King. I admired how strong you were to survive such attacks." He chuckled lightly.

"I shouldn't be considering that as a invitation to join the blues, right? Because if that's the secret meaning, then I'll decline it right away. Once in HOMRA, forever in HOMRA." The last sentence she stated towards Saruhiko, who just left without a word.

"You sound like that vanguard of HOMRA." Reisi said, but it was more like a question.

"Long story. To come to the topic - about this. I have only one condition." She took his hand and shook it.

"Whatever you wish."

"I would like Fushimi Saruhiko to be out of my sight. Or else you are risking your building to fall apart." She smirked.

"A deal is a deal."

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Remembering that, she chuckled at the faces of the rest, who had not seem this gambling side of their King.

That's the meaning to play with fire.

They had given her this period to rest and come a few times a week, only to check how it is going with the research.

Luckily, she did not had any encounters with Saruhiko after the first day. But she was getting pretty nervous, because of the fact the he works there and there is a 100% chance of her to meet him.

"You are a lot more nervous after your encounter with him."

"No, Izumo... I'm just nervous because I ate a potato. For fuck sake, that man is killing me sometimes." She mumbled under her nose. (A/N: What the actual .... have I written?! Why a potato god damn it!?! XD)

"Is it because of your feelings towards him?"

She thought for a second. But just thinking about this made her heart pound in sadness, anger boiling up her blood.

"If I ever talk to that baka like a normal person, I promise to myself - I'll slap my face as hard as I can."

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After reaching the Scepter 4 base, she was greeted by Andy and Akiyama.

"Long time no see, (Y/N)!" Andy was in a cheerful mood.

(Y/N) was surprised how well they accepted the company of a red in their base.

'I can't imagine HOMRA being like that. They'd end up wrestling each other and burning like Christmas lights.' She chuckled in her head.

"How are your wounds?" Akiyama smiled warmly.

(Y/N) made a gross face, which made the men snicker.

Just before two days, they had to threat the sewed up wounds and remove...

Just from the thought, she felt her skin pickle.

"I'll take that as a 'it was perfect'." He chuckled.

(Y/N) stuck her tongue out at him and together they entered the building.

Seri Awashima smiled as she welcomed the young woman in the building.

(Y/N) had thanked her about the clothes when she was here for the first time.

Seri had managed to find clothes, similar to (Y/N)'s size and dress her when the medics have finished patching up the wound.

(Y/N) learned from the Leuitenant that the bullet had been just between the shoulder and the upper corner of the heart.

It had been a miracle that she had survived.

But as Yata always says : She is stubborn as a rock.

Munakata was nowhere to be seen, including Fushimi.

That made (Y/N)'s heart relax a bit.

"Is there anything new on the case? Any movement?" She asked as to concentrate on something else.

"Sadly, no. Only more murders. But, the street camera has caught a glimpse of a woman, walking in and out of a alley, just when the last murder was reported.

Just as (Y/N) feared. Different murders.

Was it possible that the Colorless King was using people as his slaves for this?

As if seeing her expression, someone speaks from behind her.

"The King has the ability to manipulate a human's body and use it as his own shelter. It is rare to see him in his original form." Munakata explained, sitting on the nearest chair.

(Y/N) felt guilty, because of her encounter with the 7th King. He had been using someone's body. And either she had hurt him or the King had disposed the body.

"That bastard will pay for his crimes." (Y/N) choked out, her body trembling.

She felt as she was saying something a blue would say.

'Totsukaaaaaa, make me a pizza. The HOMRA special pizza! I'd definitely need that.' She sang in her mind as she tried to get rid of the thought.

"We will need Fushimi on this one. We have to clear the image. I can see something shiny in the woman's bag." Andy sighed.

"Oh, nonononono." (Y/N) repeated as she pushed the orange headed boy away from the computer. She rapidly typed codes no one could ever catch and cleared the image as if they were actually with the woman. "No." She finally stopped.

They will not call Fushimi!

"Wow. Computer geek!" Andy pointed out, while staring into the computer.

"I am clearly impressed." Akiyama said, staring wide eyes at the monitor.
Everyone in the room were.

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(Y/N) sighed as she entered the room Kusanagi-san had given her. It was a tough day and she wanted to sleep like a baby.

Plus her wounds were itchy and hurted a bit.

She went to the bathroom and watched herself in the mirror.

There was a reflection of a woman  she did not quite understand.

But her life became complicated after Fushimi left years ago.

Her attitude changed.

But she did not regret it. She loved her new self.

She pulled her shirt down just a bit, her (h/c) hair tickling her shoulder.

She had to live with this scar.

"It's not that bad. I can just say that I have fought a shark." She mumbled, looking it from different positions.

HOMRA was terrified when (Y/N) came back home with these wounds, etc.

They swore that they'll kill the King with their bare hands.

That's why she rarely saw Mikoto. He was always away.

(Y/N) knew that underneath that silent man, stood a wild animal.

Kusanagi-san told her that whenever Seri had the chance, she told him about the situation and what HOMRA should do and should not do.

That's why the Red Clan is calm at the moment.

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 (Y/N) managed to go towards the quarters of Scepter 4 before the rest of her clan came, including Yata himself.

 Lately, he had been asking her where she went and whatsoever, tried following her a few times.

 'But I'm a sneaky potato.' (Y/N) chuckled.

 "Morning, ginger!" (Y/N) chirped to Andy, who smiled cheerfully.

 "Good morning to you too."

 "Anything new?"

 "For our stupid luck, nothing." He whined.

 (Y/N) closed her eyes, sighing.

 'What should I do to lure that good for nothing King out?!' She growled.

 "Come on in. Munakata is waiting for you in his office." Andy motioned with his hand and (Y/N) followed.

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 "Today seems like the 7th King still hasn't made a movement." Munakata whispered, staring out of the window.

 "That surely doesn't mean that we should relax, even for just a second. That King may be plotting something horrible at the moment." (Y/N) clenched her fist, biting her tongue. She was going to curse the Colorless King again, but she tried holding her urge while she stood in front of someone in higher class than her.

 "What do you plan on doing?" He suddenly asked.

 (Y/N) looked at him, her eyebrow raised confusion. 

 "About this situation?" The King replied with a nod to her question. "I am not sure, to be honest. I just want everything to be finished." She mumbled. "Why do you think he wants to kill so many strains?"

 "I am not sure myself about his plans." Munakata sighed.

 (Y/N) looked towards the floor, tears filling her (e/c) eyes.

 "I'll go around the city. Just to see if I can find some clues." She mumbled, taking her leave, when the King stopped her.

 "You can't go alone. You risked your life once, battling the 7th King one versus one." He warned. "I'm sorry, but here I will be breaking the deal we had." He suddenly added.

 "You mean...?"

 "You will be with Fushimi on your walk around the city."

 'Did he actually said that, for fuck sake?' She thought, anger boiling up inside her.

 (Y/N) remembered Izumo's words and slightly trembled. Then her anger turned into fear when she remembered Yata and what his reaction would be if he saw (Y/N) on the street with the bastard called Saruhiko.

 He had hurt her once and then twice with those heart piercing words in the hospital.

 "If you are breaking the deal, then I don't guarantee about the safety of the building." She smirked.

 "I feared you will say that." Reisi smiled.

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 "Why couldn't it be Andy or someone else from Scepter 4?! Why did it had to be Fushimi?" (Y/N) talked to herself as she crossed the long lasting corridors of the building.

 As she walked outside the building, Fushimi clicked his tongue, averting his gaze from her. He then proceeded talking to one of the younger members of the blue clan.

 "Let's get going. I wish to go home faster than ever." (Y/N) mumbled, walking past the monkey.

 "And what? Not even a welcome kiss?" Fushimi smirked.

 (Y/N) stopped her tracks, turning her body towards the man, who had the guts to even sill such thing.

 "First - you were the one who averted his gaze from me with the biggest boredom in the world. And second - who the fuck do you think you are talking to?!" She growled.

 "We have some sharp tongue there? And let me guess, you learned that from the idiot back at HOMRA?" He sighed dramatically.

 "That idiot was your friend! Our friend you son of a bitch!" (Y/N) pushed him against the wall with such might, that the bricks behind the black haired guy fell. "This time, I am not in the hospital like a weakling. I can easily shut your mouth forever!" She growled, her face inches away from his.

 Her heart slightly tickled from the realisation and she quickly backed up.

 "And how will you shut it? With a kiss?" He chuckled.

 "What the fuck is wrong with you and these god damn kisses?" (Y/N) sighed.

 'I'll control myself, just for now.'

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 Failure.

 That was the only word that floated inside (Y/N)'s mind while they were "patrolling" around the city.

 "While I was walking on my own in the city, a crime happened just before my eyes. And now... nothing." She hissed.

 "Are you telling me that I am the reason you can't find anything?" Saruhiko asked innocently.

 "Well, yes, maybe you are."

 "I don't care."

 "Huh?!"

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 (Y/N) felt thirsty. The one thing she wanted the most was to go home where the others were, hug Yata and wrestle with him, while the others were betting on who will win.

 'I'd win, that's for sure.' She thought.

 But nope.

 Life had other plans and they included (Y/N) to be together with Saru, alone.

 "I guess we can call it a day." He stretched himself a bit, his shirt rolling up a bit, exposing some parts from his body.

 (Y/N)'s face boiled up and she immediately regretted her promise to control herself.

 Fushimi noticed that and smirked, pushing the young girl against the wall.

 "So then, I'll see you tomorrow." His lips were brushing against hers, sending sparks between their bodies.

 "Screw you, Saruhiko." She pushed him away and started walking towards the bar.

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 (Y/N) locked the door of the room and lied on the comfortable bed. Her PDA ringed and she took it out, opening the message she had received.

 It was from Yata.

 "Yata: Hi there, shortie. :)"

 (Y/N) laughed, replying back.

 "(Y/N): And who had the guts saying that, beanie? :D"

 A few seconds later, another message popped.

 "Yata: What do you say? Me. You. Tomorrow. The biggest wrestle the clan has ever seen?"

 The smile (Y/N) had disappeared as soon as she read tomorrow. She had to help Scepter 4. And more precisely, to walk around with that bastard, who tried kissing her today.

 At the thought of his lips pressed against hers, her heart flipped.

 "Curse this feeling."

 She ignored the message, much to her displease and lied down, closing her eyes.

 "I am sorry, Yata. So, so sorry."

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 (Y/N) went to the training saloon in Scepter 4, fascinated by the equipment they had there.

 "It's like a dream come true for a person like me." She whistled.

 "You like it? It was rebuilt a few months ago. We have all sorts of weapons here and there are so many training dummies, that you can make a party out of them." Andy joked.

 (Y/N) took off her sweatshirt, showing her scarred hands and neck. She wore a T-shirt she had stolen from Yata a few years ago. It still stood uncanny on her figure, but she liked it.

 "Don't pressure yourself." Akiyama warned.

 (Y/N) nodded. Her eyes examined the dummy in front of her.

 It had been used as a dummy for weapons, no signs of fight without the need of some equipment.

 "Have you tried fighting this without the need of weapons?" She asked.

 "No one fights without a weapon. We use swords after all. I think Saruhiko is the only one who has knives also." Andy blurted out.

 Just the name caused her stomach to ache in pain.

 She readied herself in front of the dummy, her flames covering her in a warm embrace.

 God, how she missed her flames. It was the first time she had used her powers after the accident.

 She pushed herself from the spot where she was a few seconds ago, kicking the dummy in the head with all her might, impressing the others.

 "Why don't you try using a sickle and chain?" Someone suggested from behind.

 Saruhiko slowly went towards the weapons, pulling out two sickle and chains and threw him towards (Y/N). She looked at him, not sure what to think.

 This was her favorite weapon, but of course, being the stubborn girl she is, she wouldn't admit it in front of anyone.

 Except for the childhood Yata and Saru.

 "Where's the joke?" She asked, playing around with the weapons in her hands. She knew exactly why he had given her two.

 A memory flashed through her head, making her wince from the pain her heart felt afterwards.

 "When I grow up, I wanna be like the ninjas. Having those sickle and chains, I will grab the bad guy and I'll do it like... this... aaah!" (Y/N) screamed, falling on the cold floor.

 Yata rolled down, laughing like an idiot, while Saru only yawned.

 "Can't you think of something more in the real world?"

 (Y/N) watched the dummy and took a fighting stance. Her eyes were focused on the dummy and she didn't notice Saruhiko behind her back.

 He pressed his own body against hers, making the situation for everyone uncomfortable.

 "Your position is not well made. Move your hips like this..." He touched her body, leaving burning marks after that, "... and your hands like this." Saru's breath tickled her neck.

  (Y/N) tried her best not to scream from what happened and threw the sickle and chains as fast as she could, the flames burned the dummy, but that wasn't her original idea.

 She lunged herself towards the dummy, kicking it in the center of it's chest, right where the heart should be, breaking it into millions of small particles.

 "Oops..." She scratched her head nervously.

 The others were staring in awe.

 "For just a clan member, you sure are strong." The ginger head chuckled.

 "I just used a bit of imagination." She smiled.

 'Great, at least they are too distracted from the broken dummy.'  She sighed in relief.

 Someone clapped next to her and her eyes locked with a pair of blue ones.

 "Why did you do that?" She asked out of curiosity.

 "Reasons." He replied, not leaving her gaze for even a second.

 "Mind if I take the weapons with me?" She joked.

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 (Y/N) was watching through the window of some bakery while walking around the streets with Saruhiko. He was busy checking his PDA and ignored the growl inside his stomach when the smell of freshly baked food flew past them.

 "Someone sure is hungry." (Y/N) chuckled.

 "Since when do you care so much about me?" Fushimi smirked, fixing his black framed glasses.

 Feeling her face heating up, the (h/c) girl decided to shut her mouth.

 'Baka...' She thought.

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 After walking several parts of the city over and over, (Y/N) heard someone scream.

 'It's happening just as it had last month.' She thought suspiciously.

 Saruhiko was the first to run towards the commotion and the first to follow an old man, who ran faster than both of them taken together.

 "That surely is him. But is he..." She thought for a few seconds. "Saruhiko!" She yelled, but he didn't hear her as he continued chasing.

 'God damn you, Saru. This is the second time I want you to hear me and you again refuse to do so!' She cried.

 "Oi, (Y/N)! What happened? Why didn't you answer my messages?" Yata had pulled her out of the trans, giving an end to her running. "Were you near the attack? We got worried." Yata pointed at the others from the clan.

 "Let go of me, Yata!" (Y/N) tried to pull herself away from the tight grip the chestnut haired boy had around her.

 "Why?! Why do you keep ignoring me so much lately?! Where do you go all of the sudden? From early in the morning till night! Tell me!" He pleaded.

 "Saruhiko is gonna die, you idiot! I have to stop him from chasing!" She screamed, giving her enough seconds to pull herself away from the vanguard, who stood there, taken away form the name she had just said, just like the others.

 'This time, I won't lose to you. For everyone's sake.'

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 Saruhiko was pinned against the wall of the nearest building, trapped between the old man's grip.

 "First the girl, now you. My, my. Two people from two different clans." The man chuckled, his stinky, full of alcohol breath tickled the blue's nostrils.

 Fushimi tried to pull himself away, but it was hard for him to do so. This man's grip was like a bone breaker, even the slightest move caused pain.

 "Monkey!" A female voice rang from behind.

 "Tsch."

 "Let go of him, you good for nothing King!" The man was suddenly sent flying towards the glasses, giving time for Saruhiko to relax.

 Yata ran as fast as he could, followed by the others and they came next to Saru, just in time to see red flames exploding high in the air.

 "Don't move." Saru whispered to him.

 "Are you crazy?! She is fighting against a Ki-"

 "And risk yourself while her rage has taken the best of her?" He hissed.

 Yata gulped, his eyes looking for the support of the others. He hates losing, even in speech. And he hates to lose against Saruhiko, the traitor.

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 "I see you have some energy left inside of your weak body." The old man chuckled, smashing (Y/N)'s body in the ground. She on the other side kicked him straight in the face.

 "Why?!" She punched him one.

 "Why did you have to kill all those innocent strains?!"

 Second.

 "Because it was fun seeing their eyes wide in horror." He chuckled darkly.

 "You son of a bitch." (Y/N) grabbed him by the collar of the shirt, kicking him as hard as she could in the abdomen.

 "You are a weak person. Trying to save everyone else. Tell me now, why did you want to save that boy?" He pointed at Saruhiko with his bloody hand. "Didn't he shatter your heart before ages?"

 "Saruhiko may be a good for nothing bastard."

 One kick.

 "He may be a traitor that deserves my hate."

 Uppercut in the chin.

 "But he. Does. Not. Deserve. To. Die!" She slowly whispered, her flames embracing her even more than before. She used all her strength left inside her to kick the man, sending him right through the buildings, forming a tunnel while flying back.

 "My heart can't accept seeing him suffer." She whispered, falling down on her knees, feeling the life inside her body being drained out.

 "Maybe some day, I'll..." She groaned, falling on the broken street, her mind falling in slumber.

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 Saruhiko trembled at the sight of what had just happened. He had never seen this kind of anger inside her.

 Was this the anger she kept all this time because of him?

 At that thought, his heart skipped a bit, making him curse under his breath.

 Yata ran as fast as he could towards the body that lied unconscious on the ground, picking it up with his shaky hands.

 "Don't you die on us, (Y/N)!"

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 Months had passed since the battle between the Colorless King and (Y/N). Everyone were worried, because she never gave signs of waking up after that.

 Saruhiko and Yata were on the verge of killing each other, blaming the other for whatever they find.

 "You bastard! It was your fault because you left us!" Yata growled, clenching a fist.

 "I left because I wasn't feeling in place!"

 "You had us. You had me. You had (Y/N)!" Yata yelled.

 A few doctors tried to stop the rage between the two clansmen, but it was no use. 

 The fire was just starting to burn with it's full potential.

 "That's not true..." Saru whispered.

 "Are you fucking kidding me?! We cared so much for you. For fuck sake, she loved you!" Yata pointed at the door where (Y/N) lied at the moment.

 Those words sank inside Saruhiko's soul.

 "Loved me?"

 "Gosh, you are more useless than you have ever been!" Yata pulled bangs of his hair, a way to relax himself from not burning the whole place down.

 "Boys! Shut your mouths for a while, for goodness sake." Izumo scolded, sitting right next to Seri.

 Munakata and Suoh were missing and no one knew what they were up to at the moment.

 The Colorless King had managed to escape, but the murders over innocent strains had stopped.

 Thanks to (Y/N).

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 The (h/c) girl slowly opened her eyes, the light from outside piercing through her (e/c) orbs like knives.

 "Damn!" She hissed, covering her face with her hands.

 She felt something itchy attached on her hands.

 Machines, beepings.

 "I'm on the god damn hospital again, huh?" She chuckled. "More needles..."

 She slowly moved every part of her body, trying to regain control. It's like she was born in a new, unknown for her body.

 "I'm one strong flame, aren't I?" She chuckled. Then her eyes gazed towards the machines that beeped so annoyingly. "Now, let's shut you once and for all." She smirked.

 The machines started melting while she pushed herself up, pulling every needle out.

 Like an alarm, medics run inside, pushing her to lie down.

 "I'm feeling fine as a cucumber. Now let me go, or I'll be your worst nightmare." She warned them with spars in her (e/c) eyes.

 She had to admit it, part of her body still screamed in agony from the pain, but other than that, she felt.... refreshed?

 (Y/N) noticed the clothes she wore. An old-fashioned hospital dress with the ribbons on the back.

 "Guh..." She made a disgusted face and searched through the things that were left for her on the couch near the bed.

'The others have probably left for their homes.' She thought while picking up a pair of shorts and a shirt (which again belonged to Yata from what she could tell). After the medics had left, she made sure that the door was locked and changed with the speed of light.

 "I hate hospitals." She mumbled, cleaning her skin from the liquids that rolled like drops on her hand with the help of the hospital dress. "I have to burn my skin...."

  She picked up everything she had and ran outside the hospital. She was so happy to be awake again. How much has she slept? A day or two? She ignored the pain, because happiness had clouded her mind at the very moment.

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 "I have slept for months?!" Her jaw was about to fall.

 "We were very worried for you, (Y/N)." Akiyama whispered, showing the same kindness he had the day she entered Scepter 4 for the very first time.

 "Oh. My. God." She sat down, her head pressed in her hands.

 "How did you leave the hospital? No one without permission from the medics can leave." Awashima spoke, checking the files from the hospital. "Except if the patient hasn't threaten to be their nightmare..."

 "Oooops." (Y/N) chuckled, looking at her bruised hands. "I never thought I'd get more and more wounds." She admitted.

 "Speaking of which, do you remember anything from the battle between the Colorless and you?" Someone from the clansmen spoke.

 "Actually..." (Y/N) thought for a few minutes. "I was so blind in rage, I had barely any memories from then... By the way, what happened with him?"

 "He later managed to escape in his true form. But he had stopped murdering people. Probably he is scared from you, arrrrgh." Andy scratched her head.

 "I think you want to burn like a candle again, huh?" (Y/N)'s eyes sparkled.

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 (Y/N) left the Scepter 4 HQ both happy and sad.

 She talked with everyone, except Saru. They told her that he had closed himself and frequently got into battle with Yata.

 "I don't like the fact that those two are fighting..." She gasped at her sentence. Just before this happened, she'd support Misaki and beat the crap out of the monkey. But now....

 "(Y/N)!?" Two voices spoke in unison.

 She turned her body around, noticing the bad guys in the middle of the crime.

 "Knock it off, both of you." She growled.

 Yata backed away from Fushimi, both of them embracing (Y/N).

 'Just like the old times...'  She felt a tear roll down her cheek.

 "We thought that you will never wake up." Yata cried out.

 "I'm not that weak and you know that." She chuckled.

 Saru was quiet all the time, while Yata explained the situation while she was asleep.

 "Gosh, I have missed so much back at home." She stretched herself.

"You coming home?" Yata offered his hand and it was obvious how much he wanted to leave Saruhiko go back in Scepter 4.

 (Y/N) shook her head, smiling.

 "I need to talk a few things with him. You go home. And make sure there is pizza when I go back home, got it?"

 "Yes, ma'am!" Yata bowed and left, although he wish he hadn't.

 (Y/N) then focused on the boy next to her, who only watched her with his icy blue eyes.

 "Well, Fancy Glasses, spit it out." She motioned him.

 "Fancy Glasses?" He smirked.

 "Say something, you baka. You've been quiet the whole time!" (Y/N) whined.

 "And you missed my voice that much?" He pulled her body close to his.

 "As much as I hate to admit it." She chuckled, feeling her cheeks burn.

 He didn't say anything. He just watched her lips. Those lips were calling for him to kiss them.

 "I..." (Y/N) tried to speak, but Fushimi silenced her with his own lips.

 She resisted at first, but then slowly relaxed, giving herself to him.

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 Yata watched from behind the brushes, his face pale as snow.

 "I wish I listened to her, even once. I'm gonna puke." He blurted, crashing his head with the grass.