HOMRA One shots (K project)

Musically "Gifted"

"We should talk more, we've known each other for so long yet we don't know anything about you." He said, giving me a light squeeze. I tilted my head,

"Yeah, for sure. That would be great." I said smiling, it would be nice to make some new friends, and they weren't as intimidating as I once thought they were.

"So, you're into music then?" Yata asked me, steadily skating beside us. I noticed pink tinting his cheeks.

"Yeah, I basically grew up with it, couldn't go a minute without it." I said. Recalling memories of me as a kid, and my connection to music.

(Flashback)

"Mama! I like this song!" I giggled, running around the living room with a gigantic smile gracing my features.

"I do too darling." My mother replied, drying dishes over in the kitchen. I swayed around to the rhythm of the music, doing silly actions and laughing. My dad walked over to me and grabbed my hands, teaching me new moves and chuckling every time I fell over. Eventually, after a gracious fall, I ended up just laying on the floor for a while. The music still going, overcoming any sounds,

"Mom! Come here!" I called, getting up from the floor, I remembered a paper rose I wanted to give her that I had made earlier. I picked it up from the coffee table and waited patiently, but there was no reply.

"Mama?" I asked, and again, no answer. I wandered over to the radio and flicked the off switch, listening for something, but there wasn't anything. I dropped the rose on the carpet and ran into the kitchen, I stared wide-eyed at the scene in front of me; my mother was lying on the ground, unmoving. There was a lot of red liquid pouring from a large gash in her stomach, my father lay just beyond her, and some of our valuables had been stolen. I hurried over to her and collapsed.

"Mommy." I whispered, tears filling my eyes. Just then, her eyes shot open and she took in a deep breath of air, gasping violently, following that she began to cough.

"(Y/N)." She choked out, shakily reaching out and touching my cheek.

"Come on, get up, what's the matter?" I asked, shaking her lightly.

"I-I can't darling... You have to be strong, okay? Stay close to music, it will help you." She smiled weakly at me, then suddenly, she breathed out and her chest stopped moving, her eyes clouded over and the life vanished. She stared at me; empty.

"Mommy, come back, where did you go?" I cried, laying my head on her chest, letting the tears flow freely. I waited there, until I heard sirens in the distance.

"I'll be strong mom."

(End of Flashback)

I swallowed the lump in my throat, keeping the tears back. I had lived alone since I was 13; I found an old apartment and build myself back up, though I never forgot my mother's words, or that awful day.

"(Y/N), you okay?" Kosuke asked me, his eyes held worry.

"Oh! I'm fine, don't worry about it." I giggled awkwardly.

Bando cleared his throat, "Well, we're here!" he said, heading up the small stairs and pulling open the large door for me. I smiled in thanks and headed in, I instantly noticed the feeling of the bar, it was relaxed and calm, its main color was a satin red, the lights were dim and multiple people lounged around and talked.

There was a man cleaning a wine glass behind the counter.

Yata pushed me towards him and I got the hint, I walked over quietly and sat on one of the nice barstools.

"Hello (Y/N), I'm Izumo." He smiled, looking up at me.

"Hello." I replied, a little shyly.

"I wanted to talk to you because you deserve to know something that I know." He said, setting the glass down on the counter and leaning closely to me.

"What?" I asked curiously.

He sighed before looking at me straight in my (E/C) orbs.

"I know who killed your parents." My breath caught in my throat and I began to shake, I felt the blood drain from my face, but I swallowed it down and took a breath.

"How... did you even know they were dead, I've never met you." I muttered, letting my gaze fall downwards; the wood on the bar suddenly becoming very interesting to my distressed mind.

"We've been watching you for a while, we found out through certain... sources... and then we caught the guy who killed them."

He started, going slow. I nodded,

"What else?"

"He was the 7th king, the Colorless King, he's dead now, he killed one of our family members too... but before we killed him, we retrieved this locket that we believe belonged to your mother." Izumo explained, holding up a little gold locket, a wispy red tree was etched into it. I grabbed it gently, my hands quivering.

Images of my mom wearing it flashed through my head.

"Yes, it did." I whispered, clicking the lock and opening it. Inside, was a picture of her and I, and in writing on the other side were the words; "Musically "Gifted", darling."

I covered my mouth with my hand as tears welled up in my eyes; I shut the trinket and pulled the chain around my neck, leaving it to rest upon my chest.

"You have a special connection with music, you use it to make things clearer, and to release emotions. Little do you know, you have barely tapped your unlimited power as a strain." Izumo said softly, making sure I was paying attention.

"Really?" I asked looking up at him; this was a lot to take in.

"Yeah, so we have an offer for you." He smirked, picking up a lighter and playing with it.

"Join our clan." I spun around on the stool at the sound of the new voice. A man with red hair and fiery amber eyes stood in front of me. Mikoto Suoh, the Red king. I had heard stories about him, in my eyes he was an infamous hero, not a monster like others had said. He flicked what was left of a cigarette into an ashtray beside me.

I shook my head, "I don't know anything about being a clansmen." I mumbled, looking away.

"You don't have to." He replied, holding out his hand. It lit up in red flames. I glanced at it sheepishly.

"We can't replace the family you lost, and we don't intend to, but we want to accept you into our family." Kosuke smiled, gesturing to the bar around us. I looked around at everyone, they all seemed so inviting and gentle, despite their appearance. They only got violent when somebody hurt their family. Their bond was thicker than blood."

I felt adrenaline race through my veins as I raised my hand to shake Mikoto's.

"To my new family then." I said, gripping his hand tightly.

I felt electricity spark throughout me, flames began jumping from my skin, and I closed my eyes and took in the warmth as the symbol branded itself on my shoulder.

"I'm safe, mom." I thought to myself.

"Want to get to know everybody now?" Yata asked me, leading me over to a couch across the room.

"Definitely." I grinned excitedly.

...

A few weeks later, I stood atop a building with my proud clan- or family, and gazed over the city, staring at all the bright lights. This had been the best decision I had ever made; I learned how to control my strain ability and use it more willingly. I got to help people, I continued to attend school and of course, I always played the piano.