So I recently finished watching K and I loved it, and I'm like really addicted to writing right now so I thought I would get creative and share what I wrote with you all. :)

I hope you all enjoy, and if not I apologize and thank you for taking the time to read!

This will be a Munakata x OC story.

Thoughts of any kind and suggestions are much appreciated. :)

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• Chapter 1 •

"Captain, we have been getting reports of someone causing trouble throughout the city, someone believed to be a Strain." Seri Awashima speaks. Her arms are straight and glued to her sides, her posture is perfect, and her blue eyes are serious.

"I see." The Blue King Reisi Munakata replies from behind his desk. His elbows are propped up on the wooden structure and his chin rests in his neatly folded hands. The lights hanging above his head causes his glasses to gleam. A Strain causing this much trouble that his Lieutenant would come directly to him spikes his curiosity. "Ms. Awashima, do we have any information on this individual? A name or photo to be exact?"

"Unfortunately, we have not acquired a name, but we have got a photo." She raises her hand that holds a tablet like instrument. After a few taps on the screen, a giant hologram screen appears in front of her. Munakata leans forward to get a better look at the image displayed.

In the holographic photo is a close up of a girl's face. The angle of the photo appears to be taken from higher up, obviously from a surveillance camera. She has light honey blonde hair that is tossed carelessly over her shoulder and radiant lilac eyes that stare blankly ahead. Her eyes are framed by long and dark lashes. She has a heart shaped face and her perfect proportioned lips are in a small pout. It is evident she is unaware of the photo being taken.

"I have already run this photo through our computers. She is not in the system." Seri Awashima informs. "We have not the slightest clue of what rank she should be classified as, due to limited information."

"How interesting." Munakata taps his fingers against his desk, his violet eyes not leaving the photo. A Strain who has somehow avoided being registered in the Strain System is rare, uncommon. It's nearly impossible. "Do we know some of her Strain abilities at least?"

"Yes. From the reports we have received it seems she has the power of invisibility. That is the only ability we know that she has."

"The power to turn invisible?" Munakata hums, confirming that's how she remained under the radar. "A fascinating ability."

"Do we plan to take action, Captain?" Seri Awashima looks up from the tablet's screen and locks eyes with Munakata. He rises from his seat, his signature smirk on his face.

"Of course. It is our job as Scepter 4 to maintain peace. We head out now."

I should've seen it coming, this guy is freaking spiteful after all. Just his face alone makes me want to throw up. His over-sized balled up fist smashes into my stomach. The force of the punch can rival a bus hitting you full force. His fist twists and pushes further into my abdomen, causing all the air to leave my body all at once. Never have I experienced a pain like this. I feel and hear the cracking of my ribs as he throws in another ruthless punch. My stomach feels like it is being filled with hot magma.

My knees buckle underneath me, no longer able to hold up my weight. I crumble down onto the cold and dark concrete. I cough violently, gasping for air. My arms wrap around my midsection, trying to somehow ease the pain. His cackling laughter sounds above me. Shakily, I gather the strength to angle my head upwards to glare at him.

The alley is dark. Sunset is near over, making it hard to see him. All I can make out is his bulky shadow, as well as the still and lean figure that is thrown over his shoulder.

"You thought you could stop me? Your courage and determination are futile." He laughs loudly and mockingly. Although I can't see his face in the shadows, I feel his nasty smirk. "I'm going to have fun with this one."

My eyes blaze in fury. I bite my lip as I move to stand up, pushing through the intense pain. "Y-you sick bast—!" I cry out when he successfully lands a hard kick to my already aching stomach. I gag and curse, collapsing back onto the ground and squeezing my eyes shut.

"Ha! You should be grateful that this girl isn't you." He laughs a cruel laugh and crouches down in front of my shivering body. His rough hand grips my chin and forces me to look up at him. He shakes me a couple times until my eyes crack open the tiniest amount. I'm staring into cold and almost black eyes. "Although," He leans closer, his cracked lips brushing against my ear. "I love your spirit. I just might come back for you..." His hot breath burns my skin and sends a fearful shiver through me. "If you don't die here."

His words and closeness make me sick. I spit at him and he shoves me onto the ground roughly. My breaths are shallow as I watch him walk to a van that is waiting right outside the alley.

"No…" My arm shakily reaches out in his direction, as if to grab him and drag him back. My vision is failing, black spots are dancing in front of me and blurring together. Every time I take in a breath it stings like a thousand bees. I can't go unconscious, not now. With a small grunt, I push myself up and on my feet with shaky arms while pearl-shaped tears of pain roll down my cheeks.

I adjust my body, so I am leaning against the cold and rough brick. My arms wrap back around my midsection as I feel another stabbing pain. Raindrops start falling from the sky, kissing my skin and filling the air with a misty moisture. I watch as the man shoves the girl's body into the rusty old van that is full of many more perverted guys. My pain filled face changes and contorts into a face that reads all out fury. My eyes flash dangerously and my nostrils flare.

People like him make me sick.

I move to take a step forward but that stabbing pain instantly returns. I clutch my midsection tighter. My teeth clamp down on my lip to suppress a painful whimper. The air currents around me change, and my hands form into fists.

"Screw it." I bite out. My lilac eyes lock onto the bulky man's back as he closes the sliding side door. My lips quiver as I think of the pain to come from this reckless act I am about to perform. This is going to put a huge strain on my body, especially so because of my already not so good physical condition. But, it will be worth it. Hopefully.

My knees bend slightly, and I focus on the air around me. I drop its resistance and create a path. After a painful breath, I shoot myself forward at inhuman speed, slamming my body as hard as I can into his.

And boy does it hurt.

The force of the blow causes the both us to slam into the side of the van, creating a massive dent in the metal structure. The van is pushed in the middle of the abandoned parking lot at the impact and a loud boom echoes. I'm thankful it doesn't tip over for the girl's sake.

Both of our body's plummet to the ground, his barely missing landing on top of mine. The air is knocked out of me once again as I land on my back. I inhale another desperate and painful breath of air and roll onto my hands and knees. My head jerks up when three more enraged toned figures start flooding out of the van. Oh crap.

The man I smashed into is back on his feet and almost unaffected by my blow. I try to move away but I'm not quick enough. I yelp when he grabs me by my hair, slamming my body against the van and pinning me there. My feet aren't even touching the ground. His meaty hand grip around my neck. His other hand finds my midsection and he pushes down, hard.

A painful scream escapes my lips as he applies pressure on my ribs. He grips my neck tighter in response, cutting off my air supply. My hands don't know where to go; his hand gripping my neck or his hand that is crushing my ribs further. They are just twitching uselessly. The other men are standing behind their leader, satisfied smirks on their faces as they watch me struggle for my life. The man gripping me leans closer with a twisted smile on his face.

"I'm surprised you had the strength to get up. That was a mistake that cost you your life!" He roars loudly, both his hands around my neck now. My hands grip his, trying to pry them off. His icy fingers tighten further, and I start to feel faint. His eyes hold a crazed look that sends shivers through me. The grip he has keeps tightening and tightening until I can no longer breath even in the tiniest bit. My fingernails dig into his skin, drawing blood. I claw at him furiously, fighting with everything I have left which is sadly very little.

My insides are burning. Everything starts to look blurry like smoke is flooding into my eyes. My hands slowly drop down to my sides and my eyes shut as I hear his sinister laughter. "Bye." He laughs into my ear. Hot tears escape from my closed eyelids, fearing he is right. Then suddenly, I hear a grunt, and then I'm falling.

Arms wrap around me, scooping me up before I can smash back onto the ground for the hundredth time that day. Clashing of metal and screams reach my ears. I have no clue who is holding me, but I feel safe.

I feel the person shift me in their arms, so I can breathe easier. I'm gasping for air like a fish out of water. I find it quite ironic how air seems to be disagreeing with me so much today when it is all my powers have to do with. With a wince, my eyes crack open and the first thing I see is a pair of deep violet eyes. They are staring right back at me.

"Please save her…" I whisper pleadingly before finally letting exhaustion take over me. My eyes slowly shut, my head involuntarily resting against a firm chest as my body goes completely limp.

If I knew it was Scepter 4's Captain holding me, well, let's say I wouldn't have let myself pass out. No sir.

My OC can manipulate air.

She can increase her speed by lowering the air resistance surrounding her body, and she can turn invisible by creating multiple layers of moving, high pressure air around herself (much like wind), which renders her completely invisible.

Thank you for reading!

Edited: 1/5/18