"The King's lips trace every inch of his insignia on his clansman left shoulder blade. His weakness flame doesn't dare move nor speak. Not out of fear under those red eyes glares, not because of his 'order'. But out of curiosity. The thrill of waiting to see what happen next.

"The Red King was rougher around the edge type, with an everything was to bothersome attitude. However, the beast that he keeps buried deep down escape from overuse of his power. A fire that leaves, no blood, no bone, no ash.

"You shouldn't trust me." was mumbling into her left ear as he playfully tugs on the piercing.

"My King, are you saying I should never trust you or do you mean I shouldn't trust you right now." Someone's undying faith of 'everything will work out' plus undying faith in him was her gift to everyone. "Was that a laugh, I just felt?"

"You could get hurt by me." His nose brushes along her back until his lips found his mark again.

"My King, are you doubting your skills in "that" department." Ever so happy-go-lucky attitude helps hide the lonely person she keeps to herself. "From what I remember the last time. I wasn't the one who was hurt." The pair both smirk as their heart replay the memories.

*flashback*

"Drunk off his power. The Red King needs to be tame. As her nickname stated 'Beast-tamer' it was up to her alone. She never doubted her King's tender side, not once did she ever think he never had one.

Forcing all his attention on to her was the easy part. Being treated as temper steel was semi-easy. Trying not to make a sound as release the lion from its cage was the difficult part. Clothes were simple burn off, being too bothersome to remove. Lips, hands, legs were everywhere.

"Everyone in HOMRA crash at the bar that night. Being overworked for the past few days. Partying over a small victory over the blues. Bodies were everywhere on the floor. Some of those bodies had sonic hearing plus an ability to read minds.

"Having her King indulges himself on her without thinking about it, without making a single noise. Made the brave test they did as kids look like child play.

However, hearing a soft knock on her door the next morning. Prove to be epic. "Tatara, are you awake? Everyone getting hungry." Sweet innocent Anna should not see them like this. Without thinking about anything she only reacts with a scream, a push, followed by a heavy thud and throwing all her cover on the floor to hide the body.

What Totsuka didn't see coming, was having everyone charging into her room reacting to her scream. Sitting there in a black muscle shirt on her bed. Having seven guys staring at her with Anna. She had no time to think (mostly because of the certain mind reader) "Spider. A really huge hairy nasty looking spider. NO! Don't look for it. I'm pretty sure it's gone now."

The best part of that morning was the lazy King slept through it all. Even hitting the hard floor, nearly being stepped on, set on fire, he remains asleep.
"Maybe, I'm the one who should be worried about being hurt or being confused for a spider again." Mikoto smirk to himself.

Their little secret they keep among themselves. A thought can only be read if they dwell on it. So as long as they don't think about it no one will know. A few simple rules were followed. Don't think of it. Lips were off limits. Their love life was never discussed.

Some of them were easy to follow. Being second nature for one of them not to say much about themselves. However, like all the secrets it's becoming hard to keep. One day made things a little difficult. The day a certain 'date' happen between the King and his little princess.

"Being twenty-two with no boyfriend EVER! Overhearing someone who only ten had a date with the very person she dreams of bearing his children at one point in her life. Was a hard pill to swallow. Wearing a smile as she listens to Anna tales of her day. Seeing a glimpse of the kind Red King side as told by the HOMRA princess.

Wishing her camera didn't break so she could witness the epic shower scene. That thought had to be brain bleach out really fast. Tatara only held witness to all of Mikoto glory by moonlight. Seeing him in another light could be worth breaking rule four. Not being caught.

Another normal day behind the camera. Filming the newcomers, or just their daily life. Anything to keep a memory. But one memory she was not allowed to keep or even make. Just a stupid 'girl thing' as Yata once called it.

Yes, she knew they weren't a real couple, so keeping count of months wasn't the best idea. Especially hitting the year mark. Having to act like it's just another normal day. Trying not to give off any type of sentimental vibes. Keep busy with a do to list, she randomly made up. Cleaning, shopping, more cleaning, trying out new hobbies. Trying anything to keep her mind busy.

'You do not think.' a small child passes by holding on to a balloon, a bright beautiful red balloon. The image of his messy red hair came to mind. 'Stop thinking.' Window shopping always helps keep the mind busy. Eyes scanning the jewelry store windows. Vase sort of colors, endless sparkles. Then a flash of silver, causing her skin to recall how smooth is felt to the touch. Goosebumps almost form, recalling the cold metal of his silver rings.

A simple thought is like a stone thrown into a still pond. The endless ripple effect was cast. Red of his hair, silver like the jewelry he wore. Finally amber. Like those intense eyes of his. Rule one: Do not think. Broken, scatter, completely gone within an hour of starting her day.

Maybe it was the fact she was a female. She felt differently about what they have. Maybe in the back of her mind. She played out a fantasy. A dangerous game she knew, but it still happens. When she dreams at night or daydream during her afternoon naps. Not giving its word didn't breathe life into. Yet that tug at her heart. Not acknowledging 'this' meant it didn't exist.

She has to get this thought out of her head and fast. Back to their secret base, she rested her head against the coolest of the table. Which didn't help freeze that thought in its track? Maybe ice cream. Brain freeze~ That was the stupidest idea she came up with. A painful lesson to learn, sadly that did nothing to help keep those ideas out.

Sulking for a week lead to being questioned by everyone. Threaten to follow on this mystery boyfriend that dumps her. Yata came up with that idea as everyone else went with it. She could stand on the bar, screaming at the top of her lungs 'I don't have a boyfriend.' Would only get her yell at by Izumo for standing on his priceless bar. Follow by feeling more depressed by admitting her love life is non-existence.

"Her personal gloom cloud just follows her everywhere she went. Letting all of HOMRA believe she was dumped. Could lead to some innocent guy being murdered or burnt into nothing. She couldn't live with that..maybe.

"A pack of wild dogs lets loose on the street. After yelling "Let's find him and make him pay!" Maybe this might be amusing to watch. To see if they can guess her type. Picking up her camera, she follows along just to watch this day plan out.