Queens are powerful strains with similar power of their Kings and they are bound to serve and aid their Kings. Each King have already found their queen...except for the Third and Red King, Suoh Mikoto.
I'm standing on the Dresden Slates while it was radiating red flames, I'm dreaming aren't I? Why the hell am I here?
"Good evening Mikoto-san". I turn around to look for the source of the voice, only to see a little red head girl, probably 10 years old wearing stripped pajamas. She must be a strain cause I'm sure I haven't met her before and there's no freakin' way I'll dream about kids.
"Who the hell are you?" I demanded.
"My name is Fumi Ritsuka." She yawns a bit. "I am a strain that can enter other people's dreams and I can also make people sleep forever."
"And what do you want from me?" I glared at her.
"Don't you want to see your Queen?" She smirked, and my eyes widen a bit. What the f***! Don't tell me this brat is my Queen?! Slowly she starts to lift the edge of her pajama shirt, revealing a little part of her belly...with a red crown tattoo?
"I am a clansman that serves the Red Queen," the little girl declared.
☡ Warning: Harsh Language! ☡