HOMRA One shots (K project)

A Dream

~ Anna's POV ~

I sat on the leather bench in a booth at the bar, watching the fish in the large aquarium and sipping on a glass of water. Izumo was cleaning wine glasses and organizing the masses of liquor on the shelves behind the counter. Yata was spread out on the couch, sound asleep, with his headphones plugged in. The other members of HOMRA were passed out too, but in their rooms or at the bar from drinking too much. After Mikoto's death, they had started getting drunk more often. I understood why, but it hurt to watch them, slur their words and stumble around aimlessly. I sighed and slipped out of the booth, picking up my glass and walking over to Izumo.

"Heading off to bed, Anna?" He asked, taking the glass from me.

"Yes. Goodnight, Izumo." I mumbled, sending him a tired smile and crossing the creaky floorboards to the staircase. I walked up it and passed Mikoto's room, running my hand along the wood as I passed. I really missed him.

I opened the door to my room and quickly changed into something comfortable. I flicked the light off and climbed into my bed, I wrapped myself in the satin red sheets and stared at the patterns forming on the celling from my night-light. Slowly, I drifted off into sleep, only to awaken in an intriguing dream...

The little bell above the bar doors chimed happily as somebody new entered the room. It was a young girl with (H/L), (H/C) hair and (E/C) eyes, she wore a pair of black shorts and a dark purple tank top; it was summer after all. She smiled at us and walked over to join me on a barstool.

"Hello, my name is (F/N) (L/N). You're Anna Kushina, right? The red king." She said to me, holding out her hand to shake mine. Izumo glanced at her warily and the intense chatter in the bar diminished almost instantly.

"Yes, I am. Nice to meet you." I smiled, shaking her hand gently.

"I'm sorry if I'm being too bold, but I need your help, I am an associate of the Green Clan and I wanted to warn you that they are planning an attack on HOMRA." (Y/N) said, her friendly features becoming serious. I could see it in her eyes; she was being completely honest.

"Oh? You said you were an "associate" of the Green clan, right?" I asked.

"Yes."

"What do you mean by that?"

"It means I am technically a member-"

A bunch of chairs screeched against the wooden floors as members of HOMRA abruptly stood up.

"You're a Green?" Yata asked angrily, clenching his fists.

"Get out of here! You're the only threat to us." Bando growled, pointing at the door.

"She's being honest, there is going to be an attack." I said, ceasing their outrage. I turned back to (Y/N).

"Please, continue." I said, sending her a gentle grin.

"I am a member of JUNGLE, although for a while now, I've felt that what they have been doing to other clans is wrong." She explained, looking down at the ground, sadly.

She was ashamed to be apart of such a thing. Yata scoffed, "No kidding." He mumbled.

I glared at him, he caught my gaze; his lips sealed in a straight line and he glanced elsewhere.

"I couldn't stop their other attempts on the other clans, but I can help you." She said, standing from the chair and bowing to me. I placed my delicate hand on her shoulder, she stood upright, and the look in her eyes was pure respect for us.