HOMRA One shots (K project)

Mean Kids

~ Third Person POV ~

                 

                 

I never said I was loveable.

Mikoto collapsed onto the leather couch at the Homra bar, sighing deeply as he sunk into the soft cushions. The dreary day outside wasn't helping his bitter mood improve at all. It had been raining all morning and now into the birth of noon. The clouds hung low and held a lifeless gray color, blocking out the sun and making the city streetlights turn on despite the time.

"What happened, Mikoto?" Izumo asked from across the room, leaning on the wooden counter, gazing at his friend worriedly.

Mikoto pursed his lips and raised his fist, looking at it as though it was nothing more than some form of destruction - instead of a human hand.

"Just a stupid scuffle."

Izumo smiled knowingly. His king was pushing away what he was really feeling, just so he could remain their tough leader.

I never said I was more than just a punk.

"Okay then, well in that case, we have a visitor."

"A visitor?"

Mikoto's fist fell onto his lap.

Just then, the pile of blankets across from the redhead on the opposing couch moved around and let out a small groan. Mikoto's eyes widened, if only for a moment when a familiar light-haired brunette peeked out from his cover.

"Kusanagi-san, you weren't supposed to tell him I was here." The younger male whined, propping himself up on his elbow, a pout upon his lips.

"Sorry Tatara." The bartender chuckled, getting back to his work, which mainly consisted of just cleaning wine glasses.

"Why are you here?" Mikoto spoke up, glaring slightly.

"This is where I always take my afternoon naps." Tatara giggled, sitting up, the blanket still wrapped securely around his frame.

When the king stayed silent, Tatara took it as a chance to address the matter that was bothering them.

"You may think that it was just some fight, but you do it to protect." He said, tilting his head to the side, letting a smile grace his features.

"What are you talking about?" Mikoto grumbled, looking towards the floor.

I know they said I was trouble.

"You misunderstand your own abilities, you think they exist to raise havoc and destroy, but they are there to protect, you have a loyal band of followers who all look up to you, and even if you don't show it, we know you care." Tatara directed his attention to something else, confused; Mikoto followed his gaze and his eyes landed on Anna, who was sitting right beside him and watching the two talk with big, crimson eyes, her whole world seemed to revolve around the king, and he didn't even realize it until now.

"We care about you too." Tatara said, curling his hand into a fist and placing it gently against Mikoto's palm. "I just wanted you to know that." There was an excited glint in his eyes, in a way it was as if he knew he had broken through the barrier and finally got to express those words.

Mikoto sighed and quickly changed the subject, but the previous topic was still clinging to his thoughts.

But they were coming from a place misunderstood.

The red clan walked through the streets of Shizume city, heading for a gang owned hotel that might have information on the murder of Tatara Totsuka.