HOMRA One shots (K project)

Broken Pieces

~ Reader's POV ~

I walked through the long, empty corridors of Scepter 4. My footsteps echoed off the walls, breaking the silence in the atmosphere. Everything sparkled; there was not a speck of dirt or dust anywhere. I sighed, hardly anyone admired the prestigious looks of the building, I guess they had lived with this their whole lives...I suppose I had too, for the most part. Although this was the place where I devoted my heart and my efforts, I felt as if it was lacking in the things I wanted most... sure I had a lot of friends here and it was a fairly cheerful environment, but we were not as tightly bonded as I hoped.

I shook my head lightly, ceasing my thoughts, it was extremely unprofessional to let such topics invaded my train of thought. I raised my hand to the polished wooden door and knocked on it curtly. No more than a few seconds later, it was opened for me and I walked in, the previous blue that had been here before me left, shutting the door behind them. I bowed to the Blue king and walked up to his desk. He had his hands knit together and his artful eyes watched me closely. The sly smirk upon his lips never once leaving his face.

"Hello, (L/N). Have you completed this week's report?"

I nodded bluntly, "I have; this week our battle units have diminished in size, I suggest we start hiring new recruits if we want our numbers to increase. There was also-"

"I asked if you completed the report, I did not ask to hear it."

A small blush rose to my cheeks and I directed my gaze towards the royally carpeted floor.

"Yes, sir."

He stood up from his chair, folding his hands behind his back and walking over to me so that he was but a few feet from my body. I looked up nervously.

"I called you here because I have a job for you."

"For me, sir?"

"Yes, I would like you to spy on the members of Homra." He shrugged nonchalantly, turning on his heel and gazing out the large bay windows overlooking the garden. I felt myself choke on my words and I coughed trying to remove the lump that had formed in my throat. I felt my anxiety bubble up in my stomach, was he insane?! Sending me into enemy territory was basically suicide! Especially with the infamous Red clan...

"B-but, I-I...how am I suppose to d-do that?" I stuttered, shivering as a cold feeling washed over my being.

"Dress as a normal civilian that's interested in joining the clan, go into the bar and make casual conversation with them, do anything you must to gain information on their current plans. I want to know what they are up to, they've been silent for far too long." Munakata said, smirking once he saw my paled face and wary glances.

"Y-yes...sir." I mumbled quietly. I hurriedly turned around and got out of that room, closing the door behind me. I took a few deep breaths and then headed down the hallway. I guess I didn't really have another choice.

...

I glanced in the mirror; staring back at me was my reflection, dressed in casual black skinny jeans and a black shirt, overtop I pulled on a green colored jacket.

I slowly brushed some of my freshly dyed (H/C) hair out of my face and sighed deeply. Munakata had my hair dyed a different color so that it would be a bit harder for Homra to recognize me. I didn't know if I had ever actually been close enough for them to know who I was, but we had fought so many times that I sure as hell didn't have any recognition of different names and faces.

The only people I knew for sure were Mikoto Suoh, the Red king. Misaki Yata, the Red's vanguard. Izumo Kusanagi, second-hand man and the bartender, Tatara Totsuka, the king's vassal and Anna Kushina, the strain.