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Chapter Four: Scepter 4

Reika's PoV:

Rabid anger transfixed her to the spot as Reika's fought the urge to tear the Scepter 4 building into rubble. Contrary to her emotions, the weather had turned quite nice; no clouds adorned the glistening sapphire sky. She grimaced, even the simple mention of a blue hue curdled her mood. Returning her concentration on Scepter 4, she stared at the blue uniformed soldiers that milled around like ants. Perhaps upon different circumstances they of them were rather contemptuous. Their fancy silver swords were ridiculous, similar to their strict obedience to order. As for the notion that they were to ask permission before fighting an enemy were absurd.

Reika look down on herself; her clothes were still a mix of gold and red. She turned them now to a pure white, trying for a neutral tone. Striding to the entrance of the building, she was stopped by two uniformed men.

"Is there something we can help you with miss? You're not allowed to enter without an ID."

"Yes, I would be simply delighted to meet with an old friend of mine. It's been a while since I've been back, and it seemed only proper that I paid him a visit." A natural ambience came over her, hoping to avoid any distractions to her mission. However if push came to shove, she'd be happy to oblige, but such a simple matter was not worth the trouble. Father made sure to teach her that fact.

"Who is this friend of yours? I'm sure we can escort you to them." Although their faces didn't change by much, she sensed a more welcoming tone.

"Ah," she faked a smile. "This is more of a surprise visit, and I know exactly where their office is." The pair exchanged a glance.

"I'm sorry, miss. I'm not sure we can let you inside without knowing w-" Their voices were cut off as she hit them on the back of their necks, knocking them unconscious. The smiles faded out of her eyes as she wrapped a colorless aura around her, hiding her from sight. A honor from another former colorless King. Although it was difficult to keep up with their gifts, they had their uses.

Gliding through the halls of Scepter 4 as if she owned them, she slipped through the doors of Reisi's office. Locking the door, she instantaneously uncloaked herself of her aura. Reika found him at his desk, moving his chess table with precise moves. Although she loathed him, his sapience was hard not to admire. He didn't bother to look at her even though he sensed her presence. Instead he continued to move his chess pieces around.

"You subordinates are rather useless." she began. "You might wish to tell someone about the two sleeping at the entrance."

"Your handiwork has always been impressive," He still didn't bother to look at her. "However someone will be finding us about now." A knock followed his words.

"Then let them." Her words were short and clipped as succinct as she'll ever be. A pounding followed after the knock when it was discovered the door was locked. She didn't flinch when the door was kicked down.

"Captain Munakata!" A blond women bursted inside the room, her hand on the hilt of her sword. Another man followed, pushing his glasses up as he readied himself for a fight. He reminded her of the red clansmen, but his aura was dominated with the color of blue.

"How kind of you to greet me," Reika purred, taking a seat on one of the couches that decorated the room. "Please don't be so formal and put away that saber away before I snap it in half. Take a seat, take a seat..." Her smile was affable as she patted the seats beside her. The women was dumb struck, but a look of nostalgia filled the other. Concentrating for a moment, she caught a glimpse of red that froze her to the core. Munakata was amused, but his expression showed no such emotion.

"I am fine," Munakata said, answering the women's silent question. "Reika Kokujōji is an old acquaintance of mine. You may leave, Lieutenant and Fushimi." Both seemed to recognize her surname, but neither mentioned it.

"Wait," Reika's voice had turned back to its real icy reality. "The boy will stay. I have questions."

"Fine then," Reika started her line of interrogation immediately at the click of the door that shut close.

"Are you a traitor?" The simple question was directed at Fushimi, but she looked at Munakata at the same time. Neither answered; one because of the vagueness of the question and the other because he simply chose not to. Humorless laughter chilled the air. "Of course you both are, what was I thinking to ask such an obvious question?" Both men stared at her without saying a word.

"Excuse me, but I just met you?" Fushimi said.

"One a murderer, and the one who left behind his family," she continued without acknowledging the interruption. "What justification will you give me? What are your compensations for my losses? What words will you say to keep yourselves alive?" Slipping a dagger out of her boot, she rolled it across her fingers, playing it like it was a toy.

"Please calm your thoughts and everything will be explained in due time," Munakata was still perfectly relaxed, and that only irked her more.

"Really?" Her voice growing fainter. "Can you explain to me why Mikoto is dead? Can you explain to my child why you killed his father?"

"Child?" The word slipped out of Fushimi. "You must be mistaken; I don't believe that Mikoto would ever have a child."

"Well maybe you can ask him to where you sent him in the afterlife," Reika smiled, angling her head a few degrees to the left.

"The actions taken were necessary. Mikoto-san's Weismann Level was reaching its limit. Protection can be offered for you and your child at Scepter 4." Munakata's condolences fell short of its mark, but she took in the small piece of information. Her father spoke that the Blue King's intentions were correct, but that did not mean she forgave him. However it didn't mean she couldn't listen.

"Explain," she murmured, motioning for them to sit. Sensibility weighed over her fury, and she regained some of her usual calmness.

"Tatara Totsuya was murdered by the colorless king, and was found by his fellow clan-mates. They created chaos as they searched for the murderer. At the same time the Red King's Weismann Level was close to its limit, and increasing the chances that his Sword of Damocles would fall. To prevent this, we took him captive, but after he escaped we were left with no other option." Reika loathed Reisi's calm manner in his explanation, distancing his emotions from the situation.

"It would be helpful to explain him as well," She raised her hand to Fushimi's direction without sparing a glance.

"There is nothing to explain," Fushimi inserted himself in the conversation almost defensively. "I simply joined the blue clan." Reika's eyes narrowed, their original warm brown melting into what seemed to be a cold black.

"Well then," she said as she picked herself up. "I suppose there is nothing more to say between us for now." Munakata rose with her, escorting her to the door like a proper host.

"Please remember that you are indeed welcome anytime," His offer passed through her without much feeling. "We will be honored to help you."

"I need no help," Reika's voice was peaceful, though rigid ice crackled beneath it. "And you are not forgiven in the least." Without a backward glance, she strode out of Scepter 4.