So here we go, starting a new project in the best fandom evar! :D Anyways, here' the prologue no one waited for :)

The body was found by the groundskeeper on an early Thursday morning. It had snowed during the night and so a thin blanket of snow had covered the body by the time it was found. Once the cold powder had been brushed away by the frightened old man, it was easy to tell that the boy was dead. Blue lips and a pale face, lips drawn into a serene smiles and limbs tucked tight gone stiff with rigamortis. He was dressed in the blatant uniform of Scepter4, so that's who the man called after he phoned for an ambulance. As he waited for the secretary to pick up, he marveled at how tightly the boy had held the black jacket against his chest. It was a nice jacket, not inexpensive in the least, with a thick fur trim and even though it was sprinkled in dusted off snow it looked warm.

He wondered, for a moment, if the jacket had belonged to the former Red King who was the owner of the grave the boy was laying on. He had been buried nearly four days before, and the tombstone was a pearl white in comparison to the gray withered stone of the other grave markers. For a King it was a simple grave, the slogan no blood, no bone, no ash, imprinted in the fine marble, but other than that it was a grave among the common, no fence or special bordering. The flowers that had been laid out for the deceased had long since withered in the snow and been removed.

He wondered why a Blue would die at the feet of a Red's grave.

"Hello this is Scepter4's emergency line, my name is Hoska Senji, how may I help you?"

"Ah-uh yes, I'm Honakawa Daiki, I'm the groundskeeper for the Eastern Shizume Cemetery? I have, uh, some bad news..."

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