Tattooed - yata x oc -

.5

"Yata touched a girl!!"

"He didn't stutter or blush like a maniac either? What the fuck is going on?

"Shut your damn traps ya bunch of shit heads!"

"OOOHHH he's blushing now!!"

"FUCK OFF!"

Taunts and teases, loud and boisterous, echoed up to the top floor living spaces. A head of black hair stirred within the warm covers of a soft bed. Asuka groaned as cursing once again invaded her ears, pulling the covers away from her face with a frown. She squinted at the bright light, rubbing her face roughly with the palms of her hands. The injured girl groaned and sat up from the warm bed, pulling the covers off and setting her feet down on the hardwood floor. A hum came from her chest as she woke more, grabbing her phone from her pile of clothes. Numbly she checked the time. It was too yearly for screaming.

Another string of taunts and swearing made its way up the stairs as Asuka made her way down, using the wall to support herself. With a grunt of pain she shoved the door open, once again drawing all attention to her. She glared at the men as she walked forward, supporting herself on the edge of the bar.

"It's too fuckin' early to be that damn loud, pipe down before I smack you."

All the men present in the bar stiffened at her dark glare, saluting her in unison with a 'yes ma'am, sorry ma'am'. Yata snickered from beside them, earning himself a personalized glare from Asuka. Once the laughter and glaring came to an end more questioned ensued.

"Who are you? How do you know Yata?" An overweight man with blond hair asked.

"How does Yata know a hottie like you?" A slim man with a flirty expression questioned, leaning in close.

Asuka looked back and fourth between the men as more and more questions flooded in. She backed up slowly, overwhelmed and uneasy. Yata caught onto her growing anxiety, putting himself in-between the other members of HOMRA. The room went silent while Yata took the girl by the hand and helped her up onto one of the stools. He left her there, making his way to the kitchen in search of coffee and something for Asuka to have for breakfast.

"So...who are you? The fat man asked once again.

"My name is Fujino Asuka, call me Asuka." The battered girl introduced herself with a smile and wave, a shy blush creeping onto her cheeks as she adverted her eyes from the men of HOMRA. She leaned forward on the bar top, resting her cheek against the palm of her left hand.

Yata finally reappeared with a mug of hot coffee and a plate of scrambled eggs. He walked behind the bar and set the food down in front of Asuka, gently handing the mug to her accepting hands. Asuka held the coffee close, humming with happiness as she took a hesitant sip from the steaming mug. A soft smile graced Yatas lips as Asukas face lit up with the ingestion of caffeine.

"Whoa, what the fuck! Is Yata smiling because of some girl?" A man wearing a hat and sunglasses exclaimed.

"Oh man, he totally is!" The blond haired fat man cheered.

"Oh fuck off you two." Yata growled from behind the bar, flipping him off. Asuka giggled and ate her food, listening to the banter. They were a mishmash family full of aggression and unconventional methods. They were warm and supportive and strong. A pang of envy flashed through Asukas heart. She wanted something like that. She sighed, hugging the warm coffee mug with her hands tightly and stared into the liquids dark depths.

"So, is what Yata told me true? You bein' a king and a strain 'n all?" The familiar gruff voice of the red king came from the couch on the far side of the bar. The room went silent as Asuka looked up from her coffee and faced the red king.

Her face was void of emotions, eyes dark as she stared straight into Mikotos tired eyes. Time lapsed painfully, the air seeming to thicken with every passing second as the two natural disasters stared each other down. Outside there was the normal world. Pedestrians walked without a care in the world, taking on their phones and spending their money. Cars roared by, horns blaring out pent-up rage.

"He speaks the truth regarding my titles of power." Asuka spoke calmly, sipping from her coffee as she waited for the barrage of questions to come from everyone.

They all came at once, pilling up one after one. The girl just stared into her coffee, anxiety and anger growing with every second. Asuka clenched her jaw and slammed her fist into the top of the bar, "Shut the fuck up and let a girl breath, damn!"

"Let me get my damn feet under me and I'll tell you all you need to know." She snapped, turning to face Yata with a smile, "Thank you for the food and the coffee. It possible to get a shower before I have to explain my mess to everyone?"

The chestnut haired boy nodded, "Yea, follow me."

When the two disappeared upstairs all hell broke lose within the bar. Rikoto was the first to speak, scratching the back of his neck as he did.

"Damn, that chicks got a temper."

"Just like Yata." Someone chimed in causing a ripple of laughter to run through the bar.

Mr. Kusanagi finally spoke from his spot behind the bar, having been a silent observer as usual. Everyone stopped their conspiring and gossiping to listen to what the blond man had to say.

"What did Yata tell you about the girl?"

"She's called the black king, the unknown king. A strain and a king, an orphan. No parents and no clan. She's in danger of being sold like a weapon of war to the highest paying king. He wants us to take her in as a member of HOMRA and an equal so history wont be repeated, whatever that means." Mikoto spoke slowly, aware of everyone's eyes boring into him. Anna sat beside him, watching him intently. She had been wanting to approach the girl but every chance she had had been shut down by the boys. The girl intrigued Anna and she wanted to talk to her, plus she seemed like a nice person.

"Are you going to offer her your hand?"

"Mmh, depends on what she says when she gets back down here." The red king hummed, letting his head fall to rest on the back of the couch.