Yo! Been a while since I've updated, huh? Originally I was going to work on my other stories before focusing on this, but my plot bunny turned into a ninja and really snuck up on me with this. So, please enjoy, and I'll try updating my other stories soon!

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disclaimer: I do not own 'K' or PJO in any way, shape or form.

-I-AM-A-LINE-IGNORE-ME-

Upon meeting Suoh Mikoto nearly 5 years after being introduced to the world of gods and monsters, after witnessing Misaki fighting a red-eyed dog the size of a small car with a bronze sword, Saruhiko wondered briefly if he was looking at a god disguised as a mortal, like Misaki mentioned they sometimes do. Misaki certainly seemed awed and afraid enough for the red headed man to be.

At least until the blond with him spoke up and Misaki started shouting at them.

He doubted his friend would do that if the man - Mikoto, the blond had called him, the name sounded familiar - actually was an all powerful immortal being.

(Then again, this was Misaki, a hot-headed idiot who's temper always got the better of.)

And then, suddenly, they're invited to join them, and it was only later Saruhiko realised why he'd recognised that man's name.

Suoh Mikoto, leader of the gang known as HOMRA, supposedly capable of using strange powers and referred to as a 'King.'

Before he even knew what was going on, he found himself standing in front of that man, introduced into yet another world, a world of Kings and Aura, and Saruhiko found himself struggling to understand how Misaki could take it all so calmly, how he didn't hesitate at all to take the Kings hand, covered in flames as it was.

When it was his turn he accepted the hand, but instead of releasing an exclaim of awe like Misaki had, he was forced to suppress a grimace as power forcefully, painfully, coursed it's way throughout his body and branded the insignia on his collarbone.

With every beat of his heart, it burned and pained him.

He endured it. He endured as the red Aura seemed to burn him from the inside, endured calling the King he didn't respect as a King a King, and endured as Misaki slowly drifted away from him, finding a place to call home, a home where Saruhiko didn't, and never would, be able to fit in.

He endured because as much as Misaki respected and claimed to trust the red clan, even a year after joining, he made no attempt to tell them of his half-human status. Saruhiko could admit to feeling smug. Nobody knew Misaki better than he did.

And he knew that was all about to come crumbling down as soon as he saw that note sitting innocently beside the specialised watch he'd made for the other teen after he had mentioned the trouble Demi-Gods had with most technology on the table inside the empty apartment.

He read what was written on the piece of paper despite already knowing what was written before he threw it back down and moved to snoop through the drawers, taking note of what was missing.

The only thing he found was a lone gold coin he recalled Misaki called a Drachma. He pocketed it and checked underneath the bed, dragging out the skateboard and scooping up the note and watch before heading out the door and for the bar.

As much as Saruhiko didn't want it to happen, with Misaki's abrupt disappearance, the secret he was so proud of knowing was about to become known to the very people he didn't want it to be.

By his side, his hand clenched, crushing the note into a crumpled ball around the watch as bitterness welled up in his chest and drowned out the flare of pain coming from the insignia branded upon his skin.

Whether it be because of his facial expression or the aura he was excluding, the civilians wisely stayed out of his way.

Once he was standing in front of the bar, Saruhiko briefly closed his eyes and released a sigh before pushing open the door with his usual bored expression on his face.

-I-AM-A-LINE-IGNORE-ME-

Izumo's day had been going good so far, so he figured, as soon as Fushimi stepped into the bar carrying Yata-chan's skateboard and watch and a note, that of course something bad would happen to ruin it.

Izumo silently released a breath, concerned, because Fushimi never willingly came to the bar unless with his friend, and Yata-chan never went anywhere without his signature board in hand, and Izumo had never seen the younger male take off that watch ever since he first joined.

And the note. Notes were always a bad thing when a Clansmen was obviously missing - because that was the only conclusion that could be made.

He glanced at Tatara, who had cheerfully been chattering away a few moments ago. Tatara returned the look, worry shining clearly in his eyes as the bespectacled teen slowly made his way over and dropped the note and watch on top of the counter in front of the two, leaning the skateboard against one of the barstools.

"Misaki's gone," Fushimi said boredly, though his voice was slightly strained.

The blond bartender carefully picked up the paper and scanned the short note written, easily identifying Yata-chan's messy scrawl.

"Well, good news is that he doesn't seemed to have been forced to write this, so being captured and held hostage is out. Bad news is, that means Yata-chan's taken off somewhere and not told anybody where he's going."

"Do you know where he's gone?" Tatara asked, plucking the note from his friend's hand to read it himself.

"No," Fushimi denied bluntly.

Tatara hummed in response. "King's upstairs. I'll go tell him."

Izumo nodded absently, grabbing the watch. "I'll go with you. Fushimi, if you don't know anything, you can leave."

The terse teen nodded stiffly and made his way out, leaving behind the skateboard.

Izumo rounded the counter and headed for the stairs, Tatara falling into step behind him. "Mikoto's not going to be happy."

Not that Mikoto was usually happy, anyway.

Without looking, he could imagine the rueful expression crossing the other's face. "No, he won't be."

"I'm not either."

"Yata-kun wouldn't leave without good reason."

"I know, which is why I'm annoyed. We don't know what was so important for Yata-chan to do this."

The other didn't respond as they halted in front of the closed door to their King's room. Izumo raised a hand and knocked, pushing it open immediately afterwards without waiting for an answer.

As usual, Mikoto was laying on the couch, an arm thrown over his eyes to block out the sunlight shining in through the window. Sitting on the floor and leaning against the arm was Anna, her marbles spinning lazily on the ground by her side.

Izumo spared a smile at the girl as red eyes looked up questioningly. Mikoto didn't even move.

"A good morning to you, Anna-chan, King." Tatara greeted brightly.

"No, no, a terrible morning," Izumo corrected, shooting the oddball a pointed look.

That caught the red-haired man's attention. He shifted his arm off of his face to gaze at them. "Something wrong?"

Tatara waved the note in his hand in the King's direction and didn't stop until Mikoto sat up and snatched it from him. He glanced at it before looking at Izumo, who held up Yata-chan's watch.

"Fushimi brought this and that note, as well as Yata-chan's skateboard in a few minutes ago. He doesn't know where he's disappeared off to either."

Anna scooped up her marbles and stood. "I'll go look," she said. Tatara took her hand and lead the girl out the room.

"I'll help get the maps," he offered, closing the door behind him.

"Izumo," Mikoto waited for the blond to turn back to him. "Find out what you can."

The bartender nodded. "Yata-chan keeps in contact with his family, I think. They may know something we don't," he mused, waving over his shoulder as he headed out and back downstairs.

He had work to do.

-I-AM-A-LINE-IGNORE-ME-

I was originally going to make this story in only Yata's, Fushimi's, Chris's and Clarisse's point of view, but then Kusanagi appeared and totally took over this chapter.

Okay, next chapter will be from a Demi-God's POV. I haven't decided which one yet.

By the way, I'm curious. What animals do the K characters remind you of? For me, it's this; Yata = crow, Fushimi = monkey, Mikoto = lion, Anna = kitten, Kamamoto = bear. I'm not sure about Kusanagi and Totsuka yet.

I went a bit off topic there, didn't I? Oops.

Guest (1): I'm glad you seem to like it so much! I was originally thinking of making him the son of a minor god, but like you said, being a son of Ares is rather fitting.

Jadzia Nakamura: Thanks! I'm continuing it, don't worry :D

Guest (2): I'm glad you like them! It makes me happy to hear that people enjoy reading them :)

Guest (3): A fan of Fem!Yata fics, huh? I might come up with a Fem!Yata K/PJO in the future. I enjoy writing Fem!Yata fics, after all~

Hope you enjoyed!

Bye-bye baby!

Shikikaze09~

PS - oh yeah, I nearly forgot! If it's not too much trouble, I posted a short one-shot of a Tatara/Fem!Yata fic I'm on the fence about writing. If you could go check it out and tell me what you think, it'd be a big help! It's up on deviantart and tumblr.