There are two of 'em?!

Who am I?

Misaki heard a door open, and looked up to see a tall girlish looking brown-eyed man with purple and blue hair. He had lip gloss on, black pants, black boots, and two shirts. One was a long-sleeved dark purple, and the other was a lighter purple that was visible from underneath the first one. He had a dark jacket with leather gloves that had studs down the thumbs, and a sword sticking out from his back.

"W-who are you?" Misaki stuttered, eyes wide. The man smirked.

"My name is Mishakuji Yukari. And you, my beautiful, are in the custody of the green king, Hisui Nagare. It's a pleasure to finally meet the big vanguard of the red clan, Yata Misaki. And who's the lovely lady next to you?" this man, Mishakuji, asked. Misaki gulped inaudibly. He didn't like this guy, he was seemingly creepy. And his mind refused to act like the tough guy everyone thought he was.

"My twin, Yata Mizuki," he said in a small voice. He hated that he was so submissive. Mishakuji smirked at the others behavior. If this kid wasn't as tough as he let on, then this would be easy. Then Mizuki started to wake up. Her hazel eyes fluttered open, not recognizing where she was.

"Huh?" she muttered in confusion.

"Good morning, sleeping beauty," Mishakuji said. Mizuki's eyes snapped over to the man and narrowed dangerously.

"Who are you, and what do you want?" her voice was frosty and if looks could kill, Mishakuji was certain that he'd be dead already.

"Oh wow, the beautiful girl is the tough one. My, my. To answer your first question, I am Mishakuji Yukari of the green clan. And to answer your second question, we kidnapped you until our goal is met," he explained. Mizuki frowned.

"What about the colorless king? A strain working for him is the one who captured us!" she demanded. Mishakuji laughed.

"The green king is working with the colorless king. We wanted to get at the red king, for the colorless king wants him dead. Suoh Mikoto is our biggest obstacle that we have to face, anyhow. Once he's gone, we can proceed with stealing and releasing the power of the slates! It will be easier once the gold king dies from his old age, however," Mishakuji replied. Misaki looked on in horror at the explanation. Mikoto couldn't die, he would have nothing left to live for if the love of his life was gone. Mizuki didn't have the same feelings as her brother, but there were some feelings there. She didn't want her king to die.

"You can't kill Mikoto!" the twins shouted at the same time, tears erupting from Misaki's face at the very thought. Mizuki looked worriedly at her older brother.

"Awe, is someone getting upset?" Mishakuji teased, grin on his face. Misaki gritted his teeth, glaring at the other. Mishakuji decided that if he had to ruin the red clan, first he had to break these children. The boy would be so easy. Mishakuji touched the side of the cage to let himself in. He grabbed the boy by the arm and proceeded to drag him out. Of course, Mizuki couldn't let that happen. She attempted to get up to protest, but couldn't get even a word out before Mishakuji kicked the breath out of her. Misaki only let out a wordless cry. "Now, now. Don't be like that, precious. Come with me, I'll fix you up right."

"N-no, pl-please," Misaki stuttered out, and he couldn't stop the tears from falling down his face. Mizuki looked up through her pained expression, unable to do anything to stop the man. Mishakuji frowned a little before he grinned. He knew exactly how to break this little one. He picked the teen up by the ass, forcing the other to curl his legs obediently around the older man's waist.

"Sh," the purple-haired man whispered gently in the others ear. "Don't be upset. I'm going to love you, like that king of yours never did."

"Wha-," Misaki didn't have words. What was the other talking about? He knew that his king cared for him. They were together. His face scrunched up in confusion, as he looked up at the other with tears gleaming in his hazel eyes. Mishakuji couldn't help but think that this child was beautiful. Of course the other was still a child in his eyes. He himself was thirty while this kid was only nineteen. He was legal, but still considered a child in his eyes.