After the surprising attack on Ashinaka High School, and after the Red King somehow survived the incident that nearly took his life, Misaki Yata, the third in command of HOMRA,was acting strange.
He was quieter, he even did not respond when his friends from HOMRA teased him. This worried his friends and of course, their king.
One day, Misaki was sitting at the bar table playing around wih the wood while starring at nothing in paticular. Kusanagi, the bartender, was worried of his attitude lately, so he decided to try and talk to the young vanguard.
"Yata-chan," he called. No response. "Yata-chan." No response again. "YATA-CHAN!!" He shouted, this time Yata responded, by falling backwards and landing on the floor. He groaned as he slowly stood and rubbed the back of his head.
"Nanishiteruyo, Kusanagi-san?" He asked in a "I-don't-care-if-you-shout" tone.
"I called you three times already Yata-chan, you didn't even respond until I shouted. What's wrong?" Kusanagi asked with concern. Their king, Mikoto Suoh, who was lying on the couch, appearing asleep, actually was awake and opened his eyes as he looked at Yata.
Yata didnt answer, but only looked down wih a disturbed expression. Kusanagi was really worried now. They didn't know, but so was their king.
"I... I..." Yata started, but then froze and raised his head abruptingly with a shocked and terrified expression. Kusanagi and Mikoto noticed and got worried. Before they knew it, Yata dashed out the door with his skateboard, just as the other HOMRA members were arriving. They looked at Yata shocked as he barged pass them.
Mikoto stood and nodded to Kusanagi, who nodded back, before looking toward the direction Yata had ran to.
Meanwhile, Yata was racing down the streets with a shocked face.
No... she couldn't be... its been five years... she couldn't still be...
{SCEPTER 4 HQ}
Saruhiko Fushimi was acting strange. That information was evident to all the SCEPTER 4 members, even their king, Reisi Munakata.
Fushimi had been spacing out lately, ever since the incident at Ashinaka High School. His comrades often saw him sitting at his desk starring at the ceiling or at nothing in paticular.
"Fushimi." Leutenant Awashima stood in front of his desk and stared at his with concern. Fushimi looked up with lazy eyes, but Awashima saw something that was not normaly what she saw when Fushimi looked at her. She saw pain, as in pain of remembering something from the past.
"The Captain is calling for you." She said. Fushimi looked at his desk before standing up and walking towards Munakata's office.
At Munakata's office, Fushimi knocked before hearing the captain telling him to enter and going inside.
Fushimi stood infront of Munakata, who starred at him squarely in the eyes.
"You haven't been yourself lately, Fushimi." Munakata finally said, breaking the silence. Fushimi looked down and sighed. Suddenly, he looked up abruptly before dashing out the door faster than a cat chasing a mouse. Munakata had a shocked face on Fushimi's sudden leave.
Meanwhile, Fushimi was dashing down the streets of the city with a doubtful, but also shocked face.
No... I couldn't be... it's impossible... its been five years... she couldn't be...
{At a certain park at the city...}
A young girl with blonde hair and blue eyes stood there looking toward the sky.
She smiled.
"Gee, I sure miss them... I wonder how are they...? They have no idea what has become of me..." She said to herself.
Above her, a gigantic sword was floating on the skies, visible to the entire population of Shizume, Tokyo.
Just then, she heard the sounds of running footsteps and a skateboard. When she looked at the direction of the sound, she saw...
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... Misaki Yata and Saruhiko Fushimi, starring at her, bewildered. She smiled.
"I'm back..."
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