I'm amused by the announcement of Zenjou Gouki's VA. No wonder Munakata wanted him to do the "dirty job".

Never want to drag this out. Sorry for the rush to end this one. The ending was my initial plan for my other story. I was like thrash it, I'll use it in this story.

Thank you for the support and reviews.

K is not mine.

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The crime by the Strains had been increasing just as expected. Munakata and his clansmen had been very busy hunting them down. Anna and her clansmen were also helping out. Shiro had been watching with Kuroh.

"Hisui Nagare is getting more brazen in making his move since he regain his use of his own body." Kuroh commented standing by Shiro's side as Shiro was staring at the Slate in Mishihara Tower. Shiro said nothing. He hadn't given any order to Kuroh to make any move despite Kuroh's plea.

The rules of the game had changed. It was not just pranks which could have caused casualty. There were more to it. Ultimately the end game would have the players going through the pain of losing their loved ones and there was no way anyone could have stopped it.

"I just can't believe their loved ones would appear at the wrong location at the wrong time catching the Green Clansman red-handed. Why will Hisui Nagare do that to his own people?" Kuroh could not help but say when they took the lift down when Shiro was done.

"Neko had been busy erasing their memories as a result. It was not just on the incident, Neko had to erase the memories of the players of JUNGLE from their loved ones completely as her power once known and discover will lead to chaos when they started to remember things." Shiro muttered quietly but loud enough for Kuroh to hear.

"The red tagged mission will gain you enough points to advance from low to middle rank but if you loses the game, you lose it all. Just continue to observe." was Shiro's only order to him. It would not be long.

Fushimi Saruhiko came face to face with his cousin, Oogai Aya in the hospital. He returned to Shizume after receiving call from Scepter 4. It was a miracle that Misaki had recovered well enough that he only relied on the wheelchair to move about. Misaki would be alright on his own by now which allowed him to come out like this more frequently. He needed to see counselor often himself. He could not help Misaki if he could not help himself.

Oogai was disfigured suffering from serious burns, while her mother who was just declared dead for using her body to cover her. They were attacked by mob due to a red tagged JUNGLE mission. They were burnt being lit up with fire after being poured kerosene. Oogai was a victim who tried any means to get back into the Green King's good book including stealing a phone of a low ranking player who was supposed to take this mission and caught into the disastrous game zone. She ended up walking into a trap of no return.

"Aya is sorry, Saruhiko." She choked on her sob while looking out of the glass panel from the ICU with Fushimi watching. It had to be her karma for her trying to hurt Fushimi and almost ruining one of his eyes. Fushimi knew it would take very long for her to fully recover and she had lost everything.

He despised the Green King for ruining those close to him. Fushimi scratched his scar. Somehow his heart lurched.

Hisui Nagare was watching within the crowd where an incident occurred and a guy burnt his girlfriend to death by accident. He was watching out in case there was any special force like Scepter 4 would take over. It appeared to be normal incident as the police force was taking care of it. He frowned as the lighter on the ground sizzled with green aura.

"Shit, I'm running late." Hisui stole a glance on his watch and was startled. It was his first day today and he was looking forward. It had been a long time since he last attended school.

Hisui had managed to enroll himself into an university after the incident with a perfect score in the entrance exam. It was the first time after many years he got to blend into the society as a normal human. For the first time, he wanted to make real friends. He was disappointed by Mishakuji Yukari and the rest who chose to abandon him as though they despised him. Now who knows where they had gone to show their loyalty.

Hisui stared at his palm which sizzled with green aura. He decided to lay low for the time being. He came to the town where Mrs. Yata and her two kids stayed. He heard what happened to them. He bumped into Mrs. Yata on purpose. He noticed that she was pregnant with another child.

"I'm sorry." The woman said picking up her groceries which had fallen off frantically. The canned peaches especially had drop right on his feet but Nagare was not going to yelp in pain.

"It's okay." He helped to pick all her stuff up with a smile. She thanked him and continued her way with Nagare watching. She stopped all the sudden and turned her head over.

"Have we met somewhere before?" She asked. Hisui was surprised even though he should not. The Silver Clansman had done her job.

"No, I don't think we met before." Hisui replied without hesitation.

"I see." The woman seemed a little lost thinking she must have forgotten something.

"Do you know someone by the name Misaki?" Hisui decided to ask. The woman shook her head and added, "If I have another daughter I may name her that name. I want her to blossom beautifully like a flower." The woman rubbed her stomach as she whispered gentle words to her unborn child.

Hisui smiled and watched the woman who was on her way to school to pick her daughter up.

Perhaps it was better this way. He was sorry for what he had done.

He bumped into a group of boys. He raised his head and was faced with a few boys who were smoking.

"Target locked on." One of the teenage boys smirked while the rest had the cigarettes on hand. Before long, Hisui Nagare found himself surrounded by a number of players on a JUNGLE mission looking forward to gain points by messing with him. They even brought gasoline with them. Hisui wanted to stop them with his power to only realise in horror that he was no longer in control of the sanctum.

A young male on wheelchair somewhere was grinning in triumph while watching the feeds from his tablet.

"You messed with my life, I'll mess with yours. Come and get me." That was what the young man thought. He closed the cover sensing another presence with a sweater. He covered his body with it.

"You'll catch a cold out here, Misaki." A male of the same age sat down on the bench beside him. They were watching the sunset together. Fushimi glanced at Misaki. He gradually had been able to sit up and use his arms thanks to his Green aura as a green clansman. No matter how powerful the aura was, he could not fully move his body like he used to. Misaki always loved to move, being bounded like it was a huge blow to him for sure. They had never touched on the topic. Fushimi was aware he must be devastated as he was briefed by the counselor. He had faithfully seen a counselor to help himself in order to help Misaki. Fushimi was hoping Misaki was willing to talk to him, confide in him.

Fushimi felt guilty for hurting Misaki who did not hesitate to forgive him for what he had done to hurt him. Misaki could never blame him. He became his and Nagare's shield out of his own will.

"I wish this moment Saruhiko is with me can last forever but I can no longer make him smile nor make him laugh again especially if he know what I had done. Doing great thing with him, it looks like I have to wait till next life." Misaki placed his hand on top of Fushimi and leaned his head on his shoulder. Fushimi smiled and they remained like that till the night fell. Fushimi hoped this night would be peaceful and his King would be able to take a break from dealing with the red tagged JUNGLE mission.

Just when the group of students was about to light up the flame on Hisui, another group of people arrived to stop them.

A male in priest clothing appeared in front of Nagare while a shorter boy arrived slashing at the student's hand with his scythe causing him to drop his lighter. In a few quick moves, the students ended up scrambling for their lives.

"We're sorry we're late." The boy with grayish purple hair knelt down to Nagare.

"You guys..." Hisui could not believe his eyes. He thought they had abandoned him like Mishakuji. It seemed that they were his most loyal subordinates.

"You'll always be our King, Nagare. You can always come to us." The elder man said.

"But I..." Hisui stared at his hands. The old man placed his hand on Hisui's shoulder. They knew.

"Let's take back the sanctum you lost." The younger boy encouraged. Since Hisui's disappearance, they had been working together to find out what happened and how they could help him.

"We have the location of the King who had taken your sanctum." The younger boy reported.

However, this was also well played. Hisui fell into another trap because he tried to trust his loyal clansmen but the fact was they were loyal to the Green King who was just "smarter". He mocked at himself when he finally found himself trapped with the person who was currently in control of the sanctum, Yata Misaki. Or rather they were hopeful for him that he would regain his throne and regain their loyalty.

Yata Misaki had been expecting him as Hisui entered the game zone three days later, the physical location was where he was staying in seclusion with Fushimi who was on sabbatical leave.

"I didn't think you have it with you, Yata Misaki." Hisui Nagare raised his toy gun he picked up at the door according to the mission guideline at him. Hisui did not know whether to laugh or to cry when he found himself holding up a gun pointing at the mastermind playing into his hands. Never judge one by its cover. His intelligence could be one upped above Fushimi Saruhiko assuming Fushimi knew nothing of Yata's scheme.

"I'll get back what used to belong to me, Yata Misaki." Hisui knew very well how he could gain back the control. He needed to lead him into a scuffle with him to make it work.

"Will everyone believe you or believe me, Green King, no you're just Hisui Nagare." Yata let out an evil smile. An expression never seen from him as he wheeled himself closer to Hisui and grabbed his safety unlocked gun pulling it to himself much to Hisui's surprise. He was drawing green aura from Hisui as his vassal. Hisui was shocked that Yata was playing into his plan.

"You can have it back! But I'll drag you to hell!" Yata said quietly and he pulled the trigger with his thumb above Hisui's index finger upon hearing footsteps from someone familiar.

"Misaki, I'm home where are you?" Something dropped was heard and Fushimi hurried to the room where he saw Misaki with another man in black hood. He was Hisui holding a gun to Misaki's chest and Misaki was grabbing his gun seemingly wanted to push it away from him. Misaki noticed Fushimi's presence and he seemed distracted.

A muffled gunshot rang out and Misaki collapsed from his wheelchair. Like Misaki's name implied, however it was not the flower but it was his blood that began to blossom beautifully from the his wound on his chest where the bullet hit.

"MISAKI!" Fushimi screamed and started firing his daggers at Hisui who dodged agilely and escaped.

"It wasn't me." Hisui dropped his gun and looked at his trembling hands. The toy gun fell to the ground and pixelated into a real metallic gun. It was not supposed to be a real gun. Hisui ran a few possibilities in his mind. It was probably someone from the clan who had given Yata a gun and he used his power to turn it into a "toy gun".

Yata felt for the bullet hole on his chest with his hand in disbelief at first when he was shot. The warm and sticky liquid began to seep through his finger as he felt his heart beating in an abnormal rhythm. It hit right on the very fatal spot he wanted. He managed a smirk at a desperate Hisui while enduring sharp searing pain coming from his chest. Misaki was the one who held his gun against his own chest and pulled the trigger after ensuring the muzzle was pinned against his beating heart so the bullet would hit his heart at point blank. Now no matter what Hisui do, he would not be able to escape from this accusation. Hisui could only retreat for now. The game zone had reverted to the home sweet home of Fushimi and Misaki.

"Misaki, Misaki, how are you feeling?" Fushimi cradled his head on his lap and attempted to stop his bleeding. Misaki was bleeding profusely. His face turned ghastly white rapidly and covered with cold sweat.

"You're going to be alright, hang in there ok? The doctors from the Gold Clan will be able to fix you up." Fushimi desperately wanted to call Scepter 4 and his hand was grabbed by Misaki who shook his head. He knew his body well. His fate was sealed. Misaki had charged the bullet in the gun which would kill him with green aura. He could not kill himself and not anyone other the Kings could do so so Hisui was the only one who could kill him. Misaki wanted it this way so that he would have some time to talk to Fushimi before he died and ensure his revenge would be completed. Hisui would eventually be hunted down and he would have his revenge against Hisui for ruining his life.

Misaki smiled and raised his bloodied hand on Fushimi's face. He was crying.

"Saru will be okay. You're not to blame." Misaki said while blood began to flow down from the corner of his mouth.

Fushimi did not want Misaki to die. He knew it would take miracle this time for Misaki to survive this. He knew his heart was punctured. Blood was pouring out from his wound while his heart struggled to beat. He could only watch his beloved Misaki smiling weakly and there was nothing he could do. They were staying in a rural area with just an old doctor who would not be able to help even if he got to them.

"Misaki, please don't die. I love you no matter what you had become and what you had done so, please..." Misaki's eyes widen all the sudden. Dread and regret overwhelmed him that tears formed at the corner of his eyes. He realized how much he did not want to die. He regretted to have pulled the trigger. Yet he would be free from the pain and the guilt. Misaki resigned to his fate. He raised his hand to reach for Fushimi's face.

"Don't try... to... avenge... me. Take... care... of yourself... eat more... veggies... Stay strong... I'm... sorry.." Misaki managed to get his words out. He felt he did not deserved to be loved and he was shocked when Fushimi moved in and kissed him on his lip.

"That's... a promise...". Misaki said weakly and tears flowed down his eyes. He took a sharp raspy breath and fell limp on Fushimi's lap with his head lulled to his side with his eyes staring into blank. Misaki stopped breathing and Fushimi felt his heart ceased to beat altogether. His hands fell by his side limply. Fushimi shook his head madly in denial. Misaki could not die. No, not now. Not when they were finally together. Fushimi closed Misaki's unseeing eyes taking him into his arms and cried.

The green sword of Damocles in the sky dissipated. Shiro looked up to the sky in understanding. It had ended.

It did not take long for Fushimi to hunt Hisui down. His eyes filled with hatred. Hisui had given himself up. He merely wanted to take the throne back. He didn't expect he ended up assisting Yata Misaki in his suicide. Life was full of irony.

Hisui had regained his throne as he had wanted but he was now a criminal. He stared upwards at the ceiling in Scepter 4 cell. His sword of Damocles hung up in the air. He laughed madly.

Fushimi stared at the grave erected for his beloved Misaki in daze in a kneeling position. He had a bright smile on the photo. Awashima Seri held up an umbrella above him to prevent Fushimi for being drenched.

"It wasn't supposed to end up like this." Fushimi muttered. He wanted to kill Hisui but the Silver Clan interfered in the nick of time. The Silver King's order was absolute. Fushimi could not touch him at all.

Awashima shook her head, unwilling to tell Fushimi the truth. Isana Yashiro had explained Hisui's situation and revealed the mission which trapped Hisui. Yata Misaki had already given up himself and used Hisui's hand to shoot himself to dead. He was smart if need be but not as smart as the other Kings. Fushimi was just blinded by his loyalty to Misaki. Misaki, as the Green King was behind all the "normal" incident which were a facade of the red tagged mission from JUNGLE. Many innocent lives and memories were lost because of that. Who would have expected that? Munakata decided to leave the incident as "normal crimes" most likely on Fushimi's account so Yata Misaki would be innocent in many eyes.

"Maybe I don't have the right to say so but I wish Misaki would talk to me. Ha, not that I'll talk to him about my problem." Fushimi said sarcastically.

"I thought he wouldn't be able to understand me." Awashima glanced down at Fushimi who was pouring out his heart with sympathy. He actually knew the truth. Yata Misaki had left traces of his crime out of guilt. Awashima realised that Fushimi had not said anything just to protect him.

"I want to become stronger so I can protect him but in the end I can't help him." Fushimi started to sob as Awashima placed her hand on his shoulder to comfort him.

"Human deviated from their ways of living due to circumstances. Yata Misaki is no different. I'm sorry." She took Fushimi into her arms and allowed him to cry his heart out.

It was many years later, Fushimi Saruhiko placed a new bouquet before Misaki's grave. He nodded at the Silver King who had finished paying his respect to Yata and was about to leave. Even though it was short, he was still a former Green King in his eyes.

There was a hooded figure who followed Shiro closely as they walked past him. He was the third Green King with olive green hair, Hisui Nagare. Since he regained his throne, he had been following Shiro around. Even if he was not the one who "killed" Yata Misaki, he died because of him. He would feel guilty as long as he lived.

He regretted for giving Yata Misaki something known as "hope" which had ruined all the lives involved.

Isana Yashiro looked up to the bright blue sky.

"Today is going to be another day of peace right?" Shiro asked the male walking behind him. Shiro wanted to cheer him up.

"As expected from the Silver King. Yes, as long as we are alive, we will use our power to defend the peace so tragedy like this would not happen again."

"The road is long, but we can make it happen. My research will be able to bring everyone happiness right, Lieutenant?" Shiro smiled to himself.

This was the day 38-years old cafe owner, Fushimi Saruhiko came face-to-face to the hyperactive youngest daughter of Mrs. Yata who demanded Fushimi to make her coffee for the mischievous immortal Silver King as payment for losing a bet with him on putting back a Rubik Cube colours in place. The bored looking Fushimi demanded for her name to be written on the plastic cup.

"Huh? My name? This is so troublesome! Stupid mum had to get me such a girly name." The girl with chestnut hair grumbled as Fushimi stared at her with piercing eyes demanding her to speak up and stop wasting his time. How girly could her name be for a girl?

He would not have thought that her name, was a reminder to Fushimi's of both his pain and happiness as the girl placed her Rubik's cube Fushimi used to play with when he was a child.

"You want this? This is a normal puzzle for normal people..." An imagery of a Fushimi as a kid beamed in happiness when he received a new Rubik's cube from a young boy with chestnut hair flashed by Fushimi's mind.

"Mi-Sa-Ki!"