HOMRA One shots (K project)

Fate

~ Reader's POV ~

01/3/15

It was a generally peaceful afternoon, the wind was calm, just a slight breeze to ruffle my hair. The sun shone brightly, although it was fall, so the warmth didn't quite reach the earth. Students busily hustled through the school's courtyard, they chatted among themselves, or just walked alone like me.

I carried a large pile of books; it teetered every which way, causing me to sway with it. Damn teachers, assigning a research project strictly limited to literature. I could barely see past the stack, so I didn't notice when everyone stopped to stare at the entrance of the school. I kept on walking and that was a mistake. I crashed straight into somebody, sending the books and me to the ground. I placed a hand on my back, trying to ease the pain and muttered curses under my breath. I looked up at the person standing above me, though I noticed that it was not one person, but many persons. They all stood in a group, staring down at little old me. I felt heat rush to my cheeks and I quickly scurried to my feet, chuckling dryly at my clumsiness.

"I am so sorry." I bowed to them curtly, before stooping down to pick up the fallen books. A few of them joined me, helping in cleaning up the mess. At the end, they all added to the pile and again it was dangerously high.

"Thank you." I smiled gratefully at them before turning to walk away. However the blonde one with glasses grabbed my arm gently, stopping me in my tracks.

"What's your name?" He asked, pulling a phone out of his pocket.

"O-oh, I'm (Y/N)." I grinned shyly. "And you are?"

"I'm Izumo, It's nice to meet you, (Y/N)." He grinned back at me and then motioned to the group behind him, "This is Homra, and I'm afraid we have some business here."

I felt my heart stop in my chest, my eyes widened and my mouth fell agape.

"Y-you're...Homra?" I choked out, letting my gaze fall over all the members, examining their clothing and their weapons. I guess I hadn't really paid attention; they definitely looked like the dangerous Red clan I had heard about...and wanted to join.

"What are you here for?" I asked, setting the books down on the water fountain. Izumo pulled up a photo on his phone and showed it to me, it was of a boy, holding a gun. He looked psychotic.

"This guy murdered one of our members, we would like to find him, we're sure he attends this school."

I nodded understandingly.

"Yeah, he does, I've seen him around. I don't know his full name, but he goes by Shiro." I muttered.

Izumo sighed in relief, "Thanks, that's the most help we've gotten so far." He went to turn back to the others but I stopped him.

All the while, the whole school watched with scared eyes as I willingly carried out a conversation with the "bad guys".

"W-wait, um, can I maybe...help you guys? Find him I mean. B-by him I mean that guy...in the...photo." I stumbled over my words, feeling the blush on my cheeks worsen. Izumo snickered at me and I smiled sheepishly.

"Now, why would a girl like you, want to help guys like us?"

I clenched my fists at my sides; this was my only chance.

"Because I've wanted to join you for a while now, I have my reasons, but mainly I want to sharpen my skills. I'm sick of being a klutz." I made sure I kept eye contact the whole time, not letting myself back down. I was not to be afraid.

Izumo glanced over at another guy; he looked to be the king by the way he held his posture. The wind caught his red hair, ruffling it up to make it messier than it already was. The chain rustled against his jeans as he made his way over to me. His amber eyes were trained solely on mine, daring me to shrink away.

But I smiled, making him stop in front of me and look at me with a questionable gaze.

"Hello." I grinned brightly, holding out my hand to him.

"I'm Mikoto, the Red King." He said, denying my hand. I slowly pulled it away and looked at the ground.

"I see."

"Are you sure you would like to join us?"

I glimpsed up at him,

"Yes."

He then held out his hand to me, it was consumed in red flames. I raised my hand to his and grabbed it firmly. The flames tickled my wrist, suddenly shooting up my arm. I gasped, feeling it begin to burn me. I stumbled back, hearing the alarmed whispers from the surrounding students.

"I guess she doesn't qualify." A boy said, looking at me with sad eyes, a skateboard was clutched in his hand.

"That's the bad part of our clan, Yata." Izumo said, watching as my body caught fire. I sunk to my knees; the sensation was awful. I couldn't stand it. I couldn't let it take over me; I knew I was able to contain it.

"No!" I screamed, shakily getting back onto my feet. The members of Homra stared at me in shock. To hell with them if they thought I was going to die.

Although the flames had engulfed me, I was not burning.

"I control you!" The flames sizzled and froze, the feeling stopped, it swirled around me in a massive frenzy and then swam down into the skin on my wrist. Forming a flamed tattoo, it glowed with a pulsing red light.

I faced the clansmen, an angry glint sparked in my eyes.

"I will help you." My smile returned to my lips and I bowed to Mikoto. He placed a hand on my head, making me jump. I stood up straight and looked at him.

"Welcome to Homra." He said, ruffling my hair.

I laughed, that was way too close.

12/25/15

"Merry Christmas Yata!" I yelled, jumping onto the couch beside my best friend and thrusting a present at him. It was wrapped in red and topped with a silver bow. A blush crept onto his cheeks and he took it from me.

"T-thanks, (Y/N)."

I smiled happily and ran off to give everyone else his or her gifts. I had saved up so much money for presents this year; they filled half my bedroom. Everyone was happily celebrating this holiday; people were laughing and cheering, drinking and playing card games. And even though we had some problems with other clans in the past, some members of Scepter 4 and the Silver Clan had joined us at the bar.

It had been almost a full year since I joined Homra, and they were my family. I had lost my real family long ago, so now, it felt like that hole in my heart had been filled.

After scurrying around to everyone and handing out my presents, I plopped back onto the couch beside Yata and watched whatever was on the television.

"Hey... here." Yata mumbled, handing me a gift. I slowly took it from him and stared at it for a moment before pulling him into a hug.

"Thank you! You didn't have to get me anything." I said sheepishly, giggling at his crimson face.

"It's Christmas (Y/N). We all wanted to."

"We?" I asked, I felt a tap on my shoulder and I turned around to face Rikio, holding out another gift to me. Soon, everyone had given me something in return and I lay swimming in the presents.

"You guys really didn't have to!" I called, carefully stacking them on top of each other.

"Course we did, you're our family now." Shohei laughed, swinging an arm around Bando's shoulders.

"Come on San-chan, let's go play poker!" he pulled his complaining friend away from the group. I chuckled at the pair and then smiled lovingly at the people around me. Mikoto sat down beside me and stuffed his hands in his pockets.

"Merry Christmas (Y/N)." He smiled, bringing tears to my eyes.

I wiped them away with my finger.

Oh,how fate works in weird ways.