Happy Birthday and a ficlet
Happy birthday, macavitykitsune!
I tried to write you something. Sorry it's short and not exactly Masahiro/Guren, but it has Masahiro and Mokkun.
Title: Autumn Etude
Fandom: Shounen Onmyouji
Rating: G
Dedication: macavitykitsune
Word count: 512
Summary: An older Masahiro on his way home.
Big thanks to ant_power for her help.
Autumn Etude
It was getting late. Now that Masahiro had officially inherited his grandfather’s duties he was starting to really appreciate the effort Seimei had put in his star divination. It was tiring to keep up with all the demands of various high-ranked court officials. Besides, divination had never been Masahiro's area of expertise.
Today, like many days before, his discussions with clients concerning the most suitable date for so-and-so's son's coming-of-age ceremony or an important lord’s daughter’s wedding had carried on long into the night, leaving Masahiro with a long, late walk home. It was times like this that he missed Kurumanosuke the most. Even ayakashi were not immortal in this ever-changing world and the carriage youkai was no exception. He had seen so many of them come and go - old friends he had lost, the ones he was forced to exorcise, the ones he barely knew. And then there were the new ones as things aged and gained spiritual form. And Mokkun, always Mokkun.
Although he had inherited the rest of the twelve heavenly summons, they could never quite compare. He didn’t dare count how many times he had almost lost Mokkun. Yet, Mokkun was always there by his side, whether it was fighting with him in the mononoke's true form or sitting on his shoulder and teasing him about the increasing number of girls who had set their eyes on him. And sometimes when he needed reassurance that it was really okay for him to be there.
Masahiro nodded his greetings to small comb ayakashi sitting on a window of an abandoned manor. He really should take a look around, just in case something dangerous was lurking in the empty rooms. He couldn’t feel any malicious aura, but he knew from experience that he could not always rely on his senses alone.
There was so little time and so much to do. He had to go check on how Narichika's children were doing, teach young onmyouji, and it was almost time for the coloured maple leaves festival. Really, the older you got, the less time you had for yourself.
Masahiro sighed.
“Thinking about her again? Are you sure you have grown up at all?”
“It’s not that. I was just thinking about all the things that need to be done. Remember the times when all we did was hunt monsters?”
“Well, some things just are the way they are.” Mokkun brought his face uncomfortably close. “Seimei's grandson should know that.”
Masahiro almost forgot to tell Mokkun not to call him that. Now that he had lost his grandfather he had secretly developed a bittersweet fondness for this once-hated nickname.
Mokkun made a face. “Race you home,” he said and took off.
Abe no Masahiro knew he was too old for such undignified behaviour, but he could allow himself this small liberty, couldn’t he? There was an odd thrill to running through sleeping city after a fleeing mononoke. Tonight he was thirteen again, he was with his trusted companion and he was going home.
First drops of autumn rain started to fall.
I tried to write you something. Sorry it's short and not exactly Masahiro/Guren, but it has Masahiro and Mokkun.
Title: Autumn Etude
Fandom: Shounen Onmyouji
Rating: G
Dedication: macavitykitsune
Word count: 512
Summary: An older Masahiro on his way home.
Big thanks to ant_power for her help.
Autumn Etude
It was getting late. Now that Masahiro had officially inherited his grandfather’s duties he was starting to really appreciate the effort Seimei had put in his star divination. It was tiring to keep up with all the demands of various high-ranked court officials. Besides, divination had never been Masahiro's area of expertise.
Today, like many days before, his discussions with clients concerning the most suitable date for so-and-so's son's coming-of-age ceremony or an important lord’s daughter’s wedding had carried on long into the night, leaving Masahiro with a long, late walk home. It was times like this that he missed Kurumanosuke the most. Even ayakashi were not immortal in this ever-changing world and the carriage youkai was no exception. He had seen so many of them come and go - old friends he had lost, the ones he was forced to exorcise, the ones he barely knew. And then there were the new ones as things aged and gained spiritual form. And Mokkun, always Mokkun.
Although he had inherited the rest of the twelve heavenly summons, they could never quite compare. He didn’t dare count how many times he had almost lost Mokkun. Yet, Mokkun was always there by his side, whether it was fighting with him in the mononoke's true form or sitting on his shoulder and teasing him about the increasing number of girls who had set their eyes on him. And sometimes when he needed reassurance that it was really okay for him to be there.
Masahiro nodded his greetings to small comb ayakashi sitting on a window of an abandoned manor. He really should take a look around, just in case something dangerous was lurking in the empty rooms. He couldn’t feel any malicious aura, but he knew from experience that he could not always rely on his senses alone.
There was so little time and so much to do. He had to go check on how Narichika's children were doing, teach young onmyouji, and it was almost time for the coloured maple leaves festival. Really, the older you got, the less time you had for yourself.
Masahiro sighed.
“Thinking about her again? Are you sure you have grown up at all?”
“It’s not that. I was just thinking about all the things that need to be done. Remember the times when all we did was hunt monsters?”
“Well, some things just are the way they are.” Mokkun brought his face uncomfortably close. “Seimei's grandson should know that.”
Masahiro almost forgot to tell Mokkun not to call him that. Now that he had lost his grandfather he had secretly developed a bittersweet fondness for this once-hated nickname.
Mokkun made a face. “Race you home,” he said and took off.
Abe no Masahiro knew he was too old for such undignified behaviour, but he could allow himself this small liberty, couldn’t he? There was an odd thrill to running through sleeping city after a fleeing mononoke. Tonight he was thirteen again, he was with his trusted companion and he was going home.
First drops of autumn rain started to fall.