The Story of The Black Queen

A Stir of Magic

It's been so long since Kyda had felt such a strong and almost fiery presence. She knew that a new red king was appointed but this wasn't that young girl. She was truly a bit excited, if Mikoto had somehow been revived he'd add destruction to the chaos. So she decided to investigate. Her shadowy form soon found its way to Homra. She was right, he was alive. However she overheard something about Mikoto and Fushimi, who she guessed was the young boy that Munakata brought with him had a spat over their relationship. She smirked a bit to herself at what she heard. She used her overhearing the conversation to her advantage when she followed the boy. He intrigued her, three different auras. However she had to use him as a bargaining chip and to plant the seed of chaos. She knew that once her dark aura took hold he'd go absolutely insane. She was counting on it. However what she didn't count on was what she saw. As her abilities, once she shares her aura she has full access to the mind of her clansmen. She saw, everything. Every inch and dark corner of Saruhiko Fushimi. She started to actually care about the boy. Though due to Yata having a hold on fushimi she didn't expect and doing this made the usually calm blue king once again loose his temper with her, having her by the throat this time. Not to mention the red King was helping him. She released fushimi, for now. She wasn't going to give up just yet.

{ don't start just yet. I'm not breaking up Sarumi. Trust me it'll become clear later in the story. }