Author's Note: Thank you to all who read and review! I apologize for the wait and bring to you the third chapter! I'm not sure where I want to take this so it may be a little while before I update again so feel free to check out my other stories. Don't forget to review!

Chapter Three- Born of Fire and Flame

The noise continued for some time. Reisi attempted to comfort the now-depressed Suoh by making jokes about the situation but gave up once he realized that nothing was even getting him to break a smile. Izumo was no help, of course, for he kept pointing out the very reason Suoh was down. Reisi attempted to shush him but ended up just abandoning both missions. A few minutes later, the door to the bar opened. Everyone grew quiet and turned to the door. Fushimi walked into the bar, his gaze focused on someone behind him. He faced front and his eyes locked on the girl. Abruptly, he stopped and stared; eyes widened and hand still on the door in a position to push it open. An angry voice shouted from behind him and Misaki pushed his way into the building. He shoved Fushimi aside and started to scold him for blocking the way. Misaki's speech trailed off once he realized that the other teen wasn't listening.

"Hey! Do you hear me? Listen to me, you damn monkey! Fushimi!" Fushimi blinked rapidly, still staring at the girl. Misaki tried to catch his attention in vain. Finally, gasping for breath after jumping and waving his hand in his partner's face, he sighed. "What are you staring at, monkey boy?" He asked, hands on his knees as he tried to get back his breath. "Don't you think it's rude to- damn. Is that who I think it is?" His original statement was broken off as the other twisted his head so that he could see the reason for Fushimi's lack of response. Misaki stared, rubbed his eyes to try to clear his vision, and then stared again. Fushimi nodded to answer his question.

"Yes . . . that's her." He said slowly, recovering from his initial shock. The shorter of the boys blinked. The girl, highly enjoying their reactions, pulled down her glasses and winked at them.

"Hello boys." Fushimi's expression to turned to one of pure horror and he grabbed Misaki's wrist in a tight grip.

"We were safer outside." He said, resisting the urge to choke. Then, he dragged a shouting Yata out of the bar and slammed the doors shut. The girl burst out into laughter.

"That was the best result ever!" The shout carried across the room. "I never thought that it would turn out that way but I'm so glad that it did." She dragged out the word 'so' and added a roll of her eyes. Awashima chuckled.

"Poor Fushimi is going to be scarred forever." "Nu-uh!" Protested the girl. "I bet they're just dying to come back!" The woman smiled.

"If you say so." There was a vigorous nod from the girl as she continued to snicker. The members of Scepter 4 exchanged amused glances as they recounted the tale. Some looked to be a little angry at the girl for her actions, while others struggled to hide wide grins. But one thing was for sure; to see Fushimi so unnerved was uncommon and there would be at least one person to tease him for it. Chances were it was going to be either Awashima or the Captain himself. And as for Misaki, the HOMRA group was already whispering among themselves, preparing some sort of joke. Reisi turned to Suoh and placed his hand on the other's shoulder.

"Shall I start?" He asked, speaking in a low voice so that only the Red King could hear him. Izumo glanced at the Scepter 4 Captain with a confused look. Suoh raised his head and nodded. The man watched for a second then stood. When he rose, silence blanketed the room. Everyone turned in the direction of the King. Even the girl halted in her mockery of the boys. She blinked and stepped forward at a gesture from Reisi. Nervousness flashed across her face but she took a shuddering breath and fought it off. Her head rose to meet the dark blue eyes.

"What is your name?" The first question was a fairly easy one and the interrogated had no problem answering it.

"Yuki Yamato." There was a loud thump as the chair Suoh had been sitting in bumped against the bar. Izumo glared at him, warning him that it was against his rules to injure the bar in any way. Suoh ignored him, instead shifting his weight on the stool. The redhead settled for crossing his legs and arms. His yellow-eyed gaze watched the girl with an unblinking stare. Yuki, now self-conscious, pulled at the hood of the fur coat so that it blocked him from meeting her eyes.

"Have you ever had any unusual medical problems?" Yuki shook her head. The questioning continued. "Ever have any supernatural abilities, such as-"

"Supernatural abilities?" Yuki repeated. "Like Superman and such?" Reisi nodded slightly. The young woman paused as she thought. "No, I don't think so."

"Just thinking is not enough. We need you to be sure." The voice sounded slimly stressed. Yuki frowned at him.

"No, I've never been able to fly or sprout extra limbs. I've been as normal as I can be my whole life." The interrogator furrowed his brows.

"Then what do you make of earlier?" There was a confused look from the girl.

"Earlier? What happened then?" she asked, brushing hair from her forehead. Reisi stood up straighter.

"You mean you don't remember?" Yuki, fiddling with the jacket zipper, avoided his gaze.

"No." There was a hesitant pause as Reisi digested the new information.

"I see." The simple words caused Yuki to jerk up and look at him. He smiled at her; a slight blush spread across her face. She mumbled something incoherent as a reply, still pulling at the zipper. Suoh picked up the glass he had nearly choked on earlier and took a sip. A thoughtful expression came over him. At last, the silence got to Yuki.

"Okay, okay! I do remember but I thought it was all a dream. I didn't want to say anything because I was hoping you would just let me go. I mean," she halted in her confession. Her eyes darted around the quiet room. "I had no idea what you would do to me if I did. I assumed you would say something or call the cops, saying that I was crazy. I-I just wanted it all to be over. We were all so afraid when you all came to our school. And when the building fell. . ." Tears started to well up in her eyes. "I was so scared." She finished with a whisper. Her arms wrapped around her body and she shuddered. Awashima stepped forward to pat her on the shoulder. Sniffles came from the girl as she blinked away the tears. After steeling herself, Yuki started to talk again.

"But I wasn't myself when I did what I did. In fact, I shouldn't have interfered. It wasn't right." A bit of anger colored her voice. "The only reason I did was because I wanted to make sure you weren't going to die. There's something you need to pay for before I let you leave this world." The brunette turned to glare at Suoh. The Red King met her glower with his own. Yuki stared at him with a fierce look before her eyes widened. In those yellow depths she saw her past.

Screaming. Endless shouts of pain and agony surrounded her as she took off running. At a dead run, she shouted out familiar names but only heard the roar of fire answer her. Crying, tears streaming down her five year-old face, burning pieces of blackened timber threatened to fall on her. She let out a whimper when dying embers scorched the sensitive bottoms of her feet. At last, the young Yuki reached a doorway. Fresh air rushed into her burnt lungs as she gasped, but she refused to stop scurrying away from the destruction of her home. It was there that she saw the outline of a person against the orange and red flames. She shouted out for him to run, that it was dangerous and he was going to die if he didn't get away, when the boy glanced over his shoulder. The cry died in her throat when she saw his eyes. Crimson, just like the blaze that encircled her.

"You killed my family. I won't let you get away with it." Yuki hissed quietly. "It was in the middle of the night and you came. What did we ever do to you? We were nothing more than a poor family struggling to survive. But that wasn't enough. You just had to come and murder my parents. My brother as well; he was three! Only three! And yet you left nothing. No blood, no bone, no ash. That's your motto, isn't it?" The teen stepped forward, brown eyes flashing in heated fury. "I've heard about your gang. Bloodthirsty and vicious, even the police fear the lot of you all. Monsters like you shouldn't exist. You do naught but bring destruction to the world!" Suoh narrowed his eyes in anger.

"You accuse me of killing your family?" The growl cut through the room like a knife would through air. "We heard of a drug dealer's hideout at the location and went to get rid of it."

"Just like you 'got rid' of my home?" The sharp accusation sliced through his explanation.

"The police told us that it was abandoned. According to them, no one inhabited the house. And to us, it looked pretty empty. I'd say that you're just making this up to get back at the fact that your house burnt down." Yuki recoiled as though she'd been struck.

"Make this up? Why would I make up a story about my own family dying? Only a sick person would do that!" Both of them were breathing heavily from shouting at each other, Yuki more so than the King. Reisi took a step forward to separate the two.

"Both of you need to calm down. Suoh, you should know better. And Yuki, losing yourself is unprofessional. You should remain calm when talking about these kinds of things." Yuki switched her glare to the Blue King. Reisi's hand gripped her shoulder to where Awashima had earlier, preventing her from moving forward. Yuki let out a snarl.

"Get off of me." She jerked her arm away, nearly stumbling when he let her go. Yuki caught herself by reaching out with her hand and pressing against something sturdy. When she realized what that thing was, she jumped back. Suoh observed her with a vicious glare, brushing off the place where her hand had touched. Yuki's face reddened across her cheeks. With a last look at Reisi, she headed to the door, only to almost run into Fushimi. He had been entering the bar with Misaki. With a furious Yuki storming towards them, they decided to jump out of the way of the oncoming storm.

"Out of my way!" Yuki shoved them aside, practically slamming them into the wall. With a loud 'slam', the doors to the bar banged shut. Both of the teens glanced back at their Kings with quizzical looks.

"Don't ask." Suoh snapped, spinning back around to down the water in the glass before him. Reisi sighed in defeat.

"They had a disagreement, is all." He offered as an explanation to the puzzled duo. Fushimi smirked at Misaki. The shorter rubbed the back of his neck, glancing back at the shut doors with a look of disappointment. The Captain of Scepter 4, noticing that it was better if he left the situation alone instead of scolding the hot-headed man for his actions, decided to change the subject.

"I never expected you to get along quite so well with her, Awashima. Would you care to elaborate?" The Captain asked his lieutenant, causing her to color slightly. The blonde gave a nervous smile and a brief justification.

"When I was younger, I always use to beg my parents for a sister." She said, drifting back to pastimes. Reisi laughed.

"And did you get one?" Awashima blushed, shaking her head.

"No."

There were a few chuckles from the members of Scepter 4 that enclosed the two as they began to murmur among themselves, telling tales of little siblings and what they did. The HOMRA members started to talk as well, a few even daring to associate with the Blues. Reisi leaned back, his back resting on the marble countertop. Suoh continued to ignore the people around him; still peeved at the argument he had been a part of. Izumo started to pour various drinks as he received orders. Soon enough, the occupants of the bar were settled down, enjoying themselves once the tension had faded. Everyone except for the Red King were either talking or drinking, including the Blue King himself. They were all eager to relax after the stressful day. Eventually, the redhead got up and left the room, seeking to be alone and away from the noise. Once he entered the hallway that led to his room, a sigh escaped his lips. He had never been one for large crowds, and chances were, he never would be. A flash of regret came over him. The leader of HOMRA knew that he should've stopped the girl from taking off like she did, for he knew that being alone when you were so upset only led to problems. Shaking his head, he dismissed the thought. It was her own fault for leaving; if she came back it was her own choice. Although, he did want his jacket back, he admitted to no one in particular. The door to his room swung open on its hinges with a groan. He went into the bedroom and closed the door. He slid off his jacket, let it fall to the floor, and collapsed face down on the bed. Within moments, Suoh's mind drifted off and he was asleep.

-On the Other Side of the City-

Yuki dashed through the streets, rejecting the urge to slow down. All she focused on was the sound of her sneakers on the pavement. She didn't need to think; thinking would only get her in trouble. Her breath came out in small, white puffs. It was chilly outside and was getting dark, but she didn't care. The only thing she cared about was getting away from the person who had murdered the people she loved. Sobs wracked her body and Yuki struggled to keep running. A building appeared in front of her, the familiar brick giving her relief. Panting and out of breath, she noticed the sign.

Closed Until Completion of Construction

"You're joking." Yuki gasped, realizing that she'd run all this way for nothing. She cursed out loudly, not caring if anyone heard her. The school had been her only sanctuary, offering comfort when nothing else did. And now it was gone. Breathing deeply, she let out the air in her lungs harshly. Cold was starting to seep into her bones since she was no longer running. The rumble of thunder caught her attention. Without warning, it began to rain. Yuki hugged her body, seeking shelter in the pouring rain. She came upon a bus stop and jogged underneath the canopy. A few minutes later, she was shivering from the cold.

"G-guess I can't st-stay out h-here without f-freezing to d-death." She managed to get out through chattering teeth. Glancing up at the darkening sky covered by even darker clouds, she decided to make a run for it. Twenty minutes later, she arrived back upon the street that the bar was located on. The rebellious side of her wanted to turn back around and head someplace else, but where? She had no home; it had been lost to her twelve years ago. After the fire, an elderly lady had taken her in but once Yuki reached the age of ten, she had passed away. Since then, Yuki lived on her own in various abandoned homes because she didn't have the money to afford an apartment. At last, the principal of the school gave her a room at the high school. In exchange, she was to attend classes and help out with cleaning. During the summer, she stayed and helped the staff prepare for the following year. It worked out for her well. While having a place to stay, she was also being educated. But throughout the years, never once did Yuki forget what had happened to make her that way.

She still thirsted for revenge.

Author's Note: So now Yuki is finally revealed! I gave a brief explanation of her past and the reason why she saved Mikoto. How many of you predicted that? In short, she just wanted to get revenge on him for the murder of her family I you didn't understand. A new question is hanging; is Yuki brave enough and strong enough to avenge her parents and dear little brother? All to come in the next chapter!