Missing Aura of HOMRA ( K Project - Mikoto Suoh x OC )

Page Six - Repetitive

"Those failures... Mikoto... Are apart of Life." She murmurs, her lips pressed to his ear in a feathery kiss. Pulling away, their eyes lock.

Amber to Blue. Blue to Amber

"You...make me sound like I wanted this to happen." Ralasi almost growls, but her voice still faintly weak. Body upon the covers as she has her back to him. Her body nude allowing his amber eyes to stare in anger at the multiple finger prints that have faded, but still there, lingering on her skin.

"Who?" The question demanding an answer. 

The window's curtains pulled closed, yet small rays of lights from the midday sun beaming through and casting a soft glow upon different sections of the female and male who occupy the room by themselves. 

With difficulty, Ralasi turns around on the silken raven sheets towards him, revealing even more marks that indicate sexual abuse throughout the years. "I don't... know..." Ralasi whispers hoarsely. Her eyes fluttering half-open to frown at him.  "I want to forget it all... Remove every inch... every hold..."

His amber eyes reflect un-relentless anger, but linger on her Orange King symbol beneath her right breast, then the Homra insignia in the more intimate part of her upper, inner left thigh.

"I may be the Orange King..." A finger of her owns grace the outline of her insignia. "But I have no powers... I heal like every other human, I have to work to make myself... Nor can I use the burning fire that burns through your veins..."

Mikoto doesn't make a sound, but steps closer till he's at the foot of the bed, staring upon her as she moves onto her back, flattening her head against the softness of the pillows. 

"I have a title... A insignia... But... no powers... Maybe I should be thankful, they never found out what they wanted..." Before she can blink, he's hovering over her, trapping her to the bed - well, it's unlike she can move quickly enough. 

"Hush."

Meanwhile downstairs, the door to the bar is pulled open by Tatara who smiles in greeting towards the crowded bar. A filled bag in one hand while the other is held by Anna whose glancing around the bar with eager, yet emotionless eyes. 

Anna releases his hand as Tatara goes towards the bar and places the bag on the bar towards Izumo. "Think this will do?"

"Until she's well enough to get some herself." Izumo replies swiftly, wiping down his bar just as easily distinguishable footsteps come from above. The second in command instantly pours a glass and places in in front of a vacant chair.

Mikoto's looming body appearing from the stairs moments later, and taking a seat upon the barstool.

The quietness that looms around the bar is normal, but tenser than it should be. Tatara vanishing into the kitchen before reappearing with a few plates of food which were bought when out shopping - in which he passes out.

Anna's fingers clutching a alcohol-less drink.

"Well Well Well, you never were one to laying about." Tatara smiles, waving a hand and catching the attention from all those in the bar. "A month, and you've regained that weight you'd lost." Their gazes snapping towards the female limply and slowly walking down the stairs - one at a time. Knuckles white as she clings to the banister.

"I do-n't k-know what you said... But... I won't be offended by that... Tatara." Her voice shaky, weak and cracked. her blooming orange hair cleaned of its dirt, grime, blood, mucus and vomit. It flowing down her back in tussles that resemble burning waves, soft, silky and smooth. "But... Izu-mo... My.. clothes."