Heatstroke [private]

[munechika]

 

He felt like shit. Mikoto was no stranger to pain, but even he found it annoying and uncomfortable to awaken aching for no good reason. His first reaction was to fall back asleep, which was exactly what he did until Kusanagi was hovering over him saying something about "sick" and "cold" and "medicine".

 

His footsteps as he walked out of the room and the click of the door shutting behind him echoed in Mikoto's ears, head throbbing painfully. Kusanagi was going to feed him some awful tasting shit, and he'd be damned if he sat by and let him. Peeling himself from his mattress, Mikoto could hardly walk straight but he still forced himself to shrug on a jacket. He was stumbling out of the bar a few minutes later, and to Kusanagi's desperate cry of, "Mikoto where are you going?!" the king had simply replied, "Out."

 

A proper answer would have been I don't know because once Mikoto was far enough from HOMRA, the aimlessness of his walk truly hit him. He stopped in the middle of the sidewalk with no idea which way he wanted to continue, and it was getting harder and harder to keep himself upright.

 

This was a shitty idea.

 

His clouded mind settled for the park, and ambling his way in its general direction, Mikoto was a little surprised he made it. A bench seemed like a good place to rest, and he had every intention to make the final trek towards the wooden seat except suddenly the grass was looking soft too.

 

He collapsed right then and there.

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[td](have i failed with this? i hope not;; i forgot how difficult roleplay canon characters like Munataka can be ahahaha;

 

 

“The report has proven true.” utters a man with dark blue hair and pristine blue uniform that is very familiar as to who this man is. Especially to HOMRA. To the man sleeping in the grass park. “To think, you have fallen even further in your barbaric ways. Quite the talent you have, Suoh.” Reisi said, not meant to insulting as his words had spelled out.

 

Such as the exchange between the Blue King and Red King.

 

The Leader of Scepter 4 had never expected to get a report from a very nervous officer that Suoh Mikoto – the Leader of the troublemaker HOMRA – has been spotted in the park. He didn’t give that much of a thought; he does wonder why he had to know that. Munakata knows for sure there was no sign of trouble (yet) from his opposite king; else he would have faintly felt it.

 

To know the reason why the matter is specifically given to him – he doesn’t keep tabs on Suoh twenty-four seven despite what others have thought – confuses him a bit. Was there something happening with Suoh on the park? He wonders. That is, before the officer says that he’s sleeping. On the grass, of all places.

 

At night. Where he should be somewhere else, per say, a certain bar he lived in.

 

Does it surprise him? No. Suoh always had a knack to being… a simple blockhead, to simply explain in terms of how commoners says it.

 

No one was to disturb the Red King or that is what they believe to do. It’ll be troublesome if it escalates into a fight or more likely a one-sided argument or scolding. Depending on the officer dealing with the most troublesome of the troublesome pack.

 

He came because of the reporting officer ending the note with a “he looks kind of wrong…?” even though it ended as a question, completely unsure if he was correct. Reisi didn’t bother to finish the puzzle he has been working on, thanking the officer and giving orders before he goes to his destination.

 

And now he’s here, in the park. Looking down on the Red King who seems to be off.

 

“Hm.” The Blue King made a speculative sound; he crouches down and puts his hand on his objective’s forehead. “Ah. I see now.” Suoh’s skin is burning. Twice the heat. A fever. “My, I believe your stubborn traits lead you to here with no context of having thoughts that this is not the best idea to heal.” There’s a slight frown on his face. This may prove to be bad if he lashes out. As said, twice the heat. Twice the fire. From the Red King himself? No good.

 

Reisi doesn’t bother to know why his counterpart is sleeping on the grass, he already can see why this happened. There is a way to solve this... he took out his phone and dialed Seiri. There is one way to solve this problem.

 

The phone clicked.

 

“Awashima-kun, please contact your bartender friend. He’s missing a crucial piece that must be taken care off.”

 

Leave it to Suoh to make him solve simple ‘problem’.[/td]

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