There will be magic, chapter 55, RukixKai, RukaxYomi, AoixReita
Title: There will be magic
Author: yukigafuru
Chapters: 55/?
Pairings: RukaxYomi, KaixRuki, AoixReita for now
Bands: Gazette, Naitomea, D... (and a surprise)
Rating: PG-15-PG-17 overall
Warnings: will be angst, yaoi, a bit of gore here and there, light mpreg
Genre: AU, Angst, Romance
Disclaimer: I am not connected to the real persons. This is just a figment of my imagination and I don't make any money nor profit in any way out of this (well, except gathering your love that is).
Summary: The age of magic and mystery is coming towards its end. But what if someone that has the gift to see the future can join forces with others who have the power to stop it? What will be born then? What will be found?
Chapter 55
Aoi and Reita remained by Ni~ya’s side, watching over him. Ni~ya’s condition was getting worse by the minute. He was sweating profusely while shaking at the same time, and they had to restrain him several times in the middle of painful looking seizures, and force his mouth open so that he wouldn’t bite his tongue. White as a sheet, with his black strands of hair stuck to his skin, Ni~ya had the appearance of a ghost struggling between the two planes: this and the next world.
While Yomi, Ruka and the two by Ni~ya’s side remained inside the inn, the others split in two groups. Ruki, concerned for Asagi’s mental and emotional state, the dragon - both worried about his seer as well as curious about what was waiting for them ahead- and the seer headed for the cemetery. Kai alone went to fetch the old man that held the key to their current troubles.
He found him sitting leisurely on his front steps, rolling a cigarette, while blowing from another one hanging from the corner of his mouth.
“Want one?” The hermit asked. Seeing that Kai shook his head, he insisted. “Make them myself, you know. I’d have to say they’re the best you’ll find around this part.”
Seeing that the old man felt like postponing the deed, Kai took a seat next to him.
“You must be wondering why I’m not jumping up from excitement and running towards the place, aren’t you?”
In fact, Kai wasn’t. He understood the fear that came when faced with the real possibility of attaining something you’ve wanted for the most part of your life, the fear of the change that was bound to come. Because one fishy thing about change was that you never knew in what direction it went, whether it was good or bad. The hermit would not know whether seeing that flower and perhaps fulfilling that promise would be worth the wait. He did not even know whether he would be finally allowed to die. Kai didn’t answer, sensing that the old man had meant the question more as a rhetoric one.
“Before leaving, mind fetching the bag from inside? Inside it are the things you’ll need.”
Kai passed through the door and found the bag leaning against the wall. He looked inside and, just as the hermit had promised, he found a small jar filled with nightshade plants and a bag of gelsemium leaves.
“I was wondering whether you’d figure it out... That tonight is the one chance you have.” The hermit mused.
“You could have given us an easier clue.”
“What would be the fun in that?” The old man laughed dryly. Then, he sat up and started walking towards the cemetery. Kai was surprised that the old man was not walking towards the town, but towards their true destination.
“You know where it is, don’t you?”
“I can only guess. What other reason would there be for a seer to cry than encountering a piece of his past. Or better said, a body, a ghost from his past?”
“How did you know he was part of our group?”
“Didn’t you know? The stench hangs around you.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Blood sticks to you, like a smell that can’t be erased from your skin. Especially if it’s cursed blood.”
Kai didn’t like the way the old man had phrased that, it felt as if he were still talking in riddles, as if there were still something hidden underneath the words, but he restrained himself from asking more, noticing that the old man had fallen into some sort of meditation, and Kai could empathize and imagine - if it were him walking towards accomplishing the goal of a life time, he would probably not want to chat either.
Since there was no moon that night, they could hardly see a couple of metres in front of them, but judging by the speed they had been walking, it couldn’t have been much longer till they reached the graveyard when the hermit whispered a last question:
“Is it worth less if you don’t find it yourself?” Kai heard, but did not know the answer so he kept silent. A few minutes later, they stood in front of the cemetery’s gates, two threatening rock-like pillars in the scarce lighting. Inside, right over where Kai knew the grave of Asagi’s sister was, a couple of torch lights revealed white grave stones and the shadowy faces of his companions. The reddish lightning only made them look more ethereal, like ghosts haunting the cemetery, and remembering Ni~ya’s face back at the inn, a brief shudder coursed through the roc. He almost ran towards Ruki in his desire to hold him in his arms again and make sure he was real and safe from harm.
Ruki was indeed very real and warm and immediately took refuge in Kai’s arms when they finally stood together before the grave stone where Suiko’s name and the nightshade plant was carved. Right under the carving, on a tall stem that seemed to have simply sprang out from the earth, shooting upwards from the ground, was a small blossom.
“I never saw anything like this. It’s as if the flower appeared just for tonight and just for us, without even needing the plant itself.” The awed dragon mumbled to Kai.
“That’s the power of the curse.” The hermit said and his words made Asagi’s shoulders slouch and shiver slightly before the healer managed to put back on his stoic mask.
Since leaving the inn, Ruki had kept watch over Asagi, but up till the hermit spoke those words, the seer had been more closed than a mountain fortress and he had not able to figure out what Asagi was feeling inside. In that brief moment when the seer let his defences down, Ruki tasted his pain, his sadness and barely managed to keep himself from reaching to him, kept himself in check, for there was not simply despair in Asagi’s heart anymore. There was also hope and love. And this time, Asagi was not hiding his emotions from everyone else, he was fighting against them, fighting against the despair in his soul. So Ruki stayed coccooned in Kai’s protective arms.
Hours must have passed faster than they realized, for the world around them became clearer and clearer and then, all of a sudden, the trees leading to the cemetery and the mountains were clearly outlined in the chilly morning air, signalling the impending rise of the sun. And in the meantime, the blossom had also grown, as big as a man’s fist.
All of a sudden, without any warning, the blossom opened and it’s less than pleasant strong scent filled the night’s air. Everyone, except the old man, jumped a bit backwards, surprised that the beautiful white flower could possess such a smell. The hermit just knelt on the cold dew-wet ground and caressed the soft petals of the flower.
“Truth is very much like this flower. It is beautiful and pure but hard to be found and even when chanced upon, it reserves unpleasant surprises. If you seek the truth, never be afraid of its stench, but only of its beauty and rarity. It takes some men a life time to gaze upon it.” Spoke a man who had lived shorter than the dragon king or the roc, a mere human that had spent his life regretting a past long gone, a mortal. But a person that thanks to the choices he made in life, got to truly see things that some of them might never gaze upon. Perhaps some humans possessed more wit and experience than the magical beings had believed them to.
Once the first rays of the sun hit the flower, its soft multitude of petals scattered away and fell on the ground, like snowflakes falling from the sky, landing dejectedly upon the dirty ground. The old man also stood up and without a word, headed back the same way he came. Asagi looked up at the grave stone, figuring he’d feast his eyes one last time upon the dear name, before allowing it to fade into forgetfulness. He gasped when he saw that upon the same stone where a name and a nightshade shrub were carved, now lay etched a beautiful Cereus flower. Without turning around, the hermit was the one to give the answer to the question bothering everyone. And yet, he had not once turned round and could not have seen the change.
“Truth will always wash out deception, even if it takes it a while, and even if it is only temporary. And often, truth and deception are two sides of the same coin. Which one are you, Asagi?” Were the hermit’s last words before he vanished after crossing the cemetery’s gates.
…...........................
Meanwhile, at the inn, Yomi was finally crossing a threshold, delivering himself of the weight of a long locked memory and preparing himself to enter a new life, side by side with the man he loved.
“I told you that with the birth of my brothers, it became more and more difficult to feed everyone, so I often went into the woods to gather mushrooms or fruits or small animals. What I didn’t tell you, because I didn’t remember it myself, was that after my fifth birthday, I discovered it was much easier to catch birds and rabbits if you were a fox and so I went out hunting like that more often than I did as a human. Dad wasn’t home much and I didn’t have to worry about being caught, since there were not many humans around that side of the forest. Perhaps I should have been more careful.
I don’t know how or when, but somehow my father must have suspected something was wrong. He must have glanced upon me during one of my hunts or returns home. I only came to notice that something was wrong with him staying more at home and hunting closer to the house. I also saw him throwing me strange glances once in a while, when he thought I wasn’t looking.
One day, around my seventh birthday, he came home earlier than usual. He was drunk. I had never seen my father drunk before that time. He was stumbling across the place, sang out of tune or mumbled and giggled about something to himself, and kept taking big gulps out of this bottle he kept hidden under his coat. I have never seen a more pathetic sight in my entire life.
And then, he saw me, hiding behind the door of the kitchen. The look he threw my way sent me crying to my room where I managed to cry myself to sleep, ignoring the sounds of a fight coming from the kitchen.
Later that night, I felt the door to my room opening. I have extremely sharp senses so I jolted awake right then, but kept my body in check and stayed in bed, faking sleep. I recognized the heavy footsteps approaching my bed. My brothers were still sleeping peacefully in their smaller cots. He sat down beside me, caressed my cheek and then mumbled “I might have been tricked into marrying a monster, but I will not spawn them too” before he wound his fingers around my neck and with his face close to mine, tightened his grip. I can still feel the stench of alcohol on my skin and I can still see the crazy drunken light in his eyes.
My brothers heard my gasps and body spasms, started crying loudly and woke my mother. I was almost dead by suffocation by the time she managed to get him off of me. She had to hit him hard and render him unconscious to do that. In the morning, I could see it in his eyes that he had forgotten everything that had happened the night before, but I also knew that he knew I wasn’t human and that he considered me a freak because of it.
I also was aware that my mother still loved him very much and I would have done anything for her, even forgetting myself. After all, I was only a mistake of nature, a freak , a monster. My father had worded it so nicely...” Ruka thought that the bitter grin did not belong on his lover face but did not give in to his impulse to just kiss all distress off the beautiful features, knowing that at last, Yomi needed to face his demons. So he just tightened his hug and continued listening to Yomi’s tale.
“ I consciously used my powers and locked away those memories deep inside me. It’s a bit ironic that I used my crystal to erase my very existence as a kitsune.” Yomi’s voice had not wavered once during the story and neither had his eyes strayed from the starry moonless sky outside the window. Ruka just held his lover closer and inhaled his scent, his sweet scent.
“Why now, love?” Ruka had to know.
Only then did Yomi’s beautiful amber eyes gaze upon the vampire and they were filled with so much emotion, such strong adoration, that it made Ruka fight to get air inside his lungs. Yomi’s eyes were shining like two bright stars.
“Because with you here beside me, I am proud of what I am. Because I want to give myself to you, completely and utterly, without hiding anything or keeping anything for myself. Because I needed to remember.” Yomi said and buried his face in Ruka’s chest, placing a feather light kiss on the vampire’s neck. And just like that, before Ruka even knew what was happening, instead of holding and cuddling a human Yomi, Ruka had his hands full of soft reddish silken fur.
The small kitsune - barely forty centimetres long- then pulled a bit back and jumped off Ruka. He walked slightly unsure around the room, with his fluffy thick red tale up high. His front paws were covered in white and so were the tips of his ears. The ears twitched a bit whenever he made a false or unsure step and the tale would swish through the air, like a peacock feather duster, in round big circles. His eyes retained their shocking amber colour, only concentrated now in the narrow, needle-like pupil that gave the impression of a deadly lightning. Overall, Ruka felt like squashing the small fox to pieces and considering that vampires were not exactly known for being an animal cuddlers, it more than made the case about the fox’s cuteness.
After a few minutes, during which the fox seemed to re-learn walking and other body control functions, resulting in it jumping up on Ruka’s lap and wrapping up in its tail on Ruka’s knees, purring in contentment, Ruka remembered something vital.
“Yomi, what about your crystal?”
The kitsune seemed to grow an attitude now that it had seized control over its more wilful animal side, for it refused to pay attention to his mate at first and simply burrowed deeper in the welcoming heat. But then, Ruka used an unexpected attack: petting and ear scratching and the happy fox was more than glad to comply with the request. It just tilted its head towards the left, sat on its behind paws, much like a dog waiting for its master, and after giving off a loud screech, focussed its eyes on one precise point, a paw’s distance in front of its nose. Out of thin air, a yarn of light began to weave itself into existence and once it reached the dimensions of a medium sized egg, it solidified into an amber ball of light, the same colour as Yomi’s eyes. The kitsune gave off a purr, emphasizing its satisfaction and just like that, the ball disappeared from sight and the fox was once again wrapped up in its tail on Ruka’s knees.
“I might not like furry critters, you know.” Ruka joked but his tone gave him away for Yomi did not lift his head and continued to slumber peacefully, under the ministrations of a vampire’s errant hand.
A/N: The night-blooming Cereus is actually an extremely fragrant flower, although because of the rarity of sightings, its very hard to actually smell. But I needed it not to smell beautifully for the fic. Forgive me for manipulating the truth for a bit. I will simply justify that by saying that this Lady of the Night did not just grow in the desert and was not just any Cereus.
On another tone, I am sorry for keeping you waiting. My life has been hectic these last weeks and I haven't been able to find time till now to write. I do hope that this slightly longer than usual chapter made up for that a bit.
Squishes to everyone and thank you. Love
Author: yukigafuru
Chapters: 55/?
Pairings: RukaxYomi, KaixRuki, AoixReita for now
Bands: Gazette, Naitomea, D... (and a surprise)
Rating: PG-15-PG-17 overall
Warnings: will be angst, yaoi, a bit of gore here and there, light mpreg
Genre: AU, Angst, Romance
Disclaimer: I am not connected to the real persons. This is just a figment of my imagination and I don't make any money nor profit in any way out of this (well, except gathering your love that is).
Summary: The age of magic and mystery is coming towards its end. But what if someone that has the gift to see the future can join forces with others who have the power to stop it? What will be born then? What will be found?
Chapter 55
Aoi and Reita remained by Ni~ya’s side, watching over him. Ni~ya’s condition was getting worse by the minute. He was sweating profusely while shaking at the same time, and they had to restrain him several times in the middle of painful looking seizures, and force his mouth open so that he wouldn’t bite his tongue. White as a sheet, with his black strands of hair stuck to his skin, Ni~ya had the appearance of a ghost struggling between the two planes: this and the next world.
While Yomi, Ruka and the two by Ni~ya’s side remained inside the inn, the others split in two groups. Ruki, concerned for Asagi’s mental and emotional state, the dragon - both worried about his seer as well as curious about what was waiting for them ahead- and the seer headed for the cemetery. Kai alone went to fetch the old man that held the key to their current troubles.
He found him sitting leisurely on his front steps, rolling a cigarette, while blowing from another one hanging from the corner of his mouth.
“Want one?” The hermit asked. Seeing that Kai shook his head, he insisted. “Make them myself, you know. I’d have to say they’re the best you’ll find around this part.”
Seeing that the old man felt like postponing the deed, Kai took a seat next to him.
“You must be wondering why I’m not jumping up from excitement and running towards the place, aren’t you?”
In fact, Kai wasn’t. He understood the fear that came when faced with the real possibility of attaining something you’ve wanted for the most part of your life, the fear of the change that was bound to come. Because one fishy thing about change was that you never knew in what direction it went, whether it was good or bad. The hermit would not know whether seeing that flower and perhaps fulfilling that promise would be worth the wait. He did not even know whether he would be finally allowed to die. Kai didn’t answer, sensing that the old man had meant the question more as a rhetoric one.
“Before leaving, mind fetching the bag from inside? Inside it are the things you’ll need.”
Kai passed through the door and found the bag leaning against the wall. He looked inside and, just as the hermit had promised, he found a small jar filled with nightshade plants and a bag of gelsemium leaves.
“I was wondering whether you’d figure it out... That tonight is the one chance you have.” The hermit mused.
“You could have given us an easier clue.”
“What would be the fun in that?” The old man laughed dryly. Then, he sat up and started walking towards the cemetery. Kai was surprised that the old man was not walking towards the town, but towards their true destination.
“You know where it is, don’t you?”
“I can only guess. What other reason would there be for a seer to cry than encountering a piece of his past. Or better said, a body, a ghost from his past?”
“How did you know he was part of our group?”
“Didn’t you know? The stench hangs around you.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Blood sticks to you, like a smell that can’t be erased from your skin. Especially if it’s cursed blood.”
Kai didn’t like the way the old man had phrased that, it felt as if he were still talking in riddles, as if there were still something hidden underneath the words, but he restrained himself from asking more, noticing that the old man had fallen into some sort of meditation, and Kai could empathize and imagine - if it were him walking towards accomplishing the goal of a life time, he would probably not want to chat either.
Since there was no moon that night, they could hardly see a couple of metres in front of them, but judging by the speed they had been walking, it couldn’t have been much longer till they reached the graveyard when the hermit whispered a last question:
“Is it worth less if you don’t find it yourself?” Kai heard, but did not know the answer so he kept silent. A few minutes later, they stood in front of the cemetery’s gates, two threatening rock-like pillars in the scarce lighting. Inside, right over where Kai knew the grave of Asagi’s sister was, a couple of torch lights revealed white grave stones and the shadowy faces of his companions. The reddish lightning only made them look more ethereal, like ghosts haunting the cemetery, and remembering Ni~ya’s face back at the inn, a brief shudder coursed through the roc. He almost ran towards Ruki in his desire to hold him in his arms again and make sure he was real and safe from harm.
Ruki was indeed very real and warm and immediately took refuge in Kai’s arms when they finally stood together before the grave stone where Suiko’s name and the nightshade plant was carved. Right under the carving, on a tall stem that seemed to have simply sprang out from the earth, shooting upwards from the ground, was a small blossom.
“I never saw anything like this. It’s as if the flower appeared just for tonight and just for us, without even needing the plant itself.” The awed dragon mumbled to Kai.
“That’s the power of the curse.” The hermit said and his words made Asagi’s shoulders slouch and shiver slightly before the healer managed to put back on his stoic mask.
Since leaving the inn, Ruki had kept watch over Asagi, but up till the hermit spoke those words, the seer had been more closed than a mountain fortress and he had not able to figure out what Asagi was feeling inside. In that brief moment when the seer let his defences down, Ruki tasted his pain, his sadness and barely managed to keep himself from reaching to him, kept himself in check, for there was not simply despair in Asagi’s heart anymore. There was also hope and love. And this time, Asagi was not hiding his emotions from everyone else, he was fighting against them, fighting against the despair in his soul. So Ruki stayed coccooned in Kai’s protective arms.
Hours must have passed faster than they realized, for the world around them became clearer and clearer and then, all of a sudden, the trees leading to the cemetery and the mountains were clearly outlined in the chilly morning air, signalling the impending rise of the sun. And in the meantime, the blossom had also grown, as big as a man’s fist.
All of a sudden, without any warning, the blossom opened and it’s less than pleasant strong scent filled the night’s air. Everyone, except the old man, jumped a bit backwards, surprised that the beautiful white flower could possess such a smell. The hermit just knelt on the cold dew-wet ground and caressed the soft petals of the flower.
“Truth is very much like this flower. It is beautiful and pure but hard to be found and even when chanced upon, it reserves unpleasant surprises. If you seek the truth, never be afraid of its stench, but only of its beauty and rarity. It takes some men a life time to gaze upon it.” Spoke a man who had lived shorter than the dragon king or the roc, a mere human that had spent his life regretting a past long gone, a mortal. But a person that thanks to the choices he made in life, got to truly see things that some of them might never gaze upon. Perhaps some humans possessed more wit and experience than the magical beings had believed them to.
Once the first rays of the sun hit the flower, its soft multitude of petals scattered away and fell on the ground, like snowflakes falling from the sky, landing dejectedly upon the dirty ground. The old man also stood up and without a word, headed back the same way he came. Asagi looked up at the grave stone, figuring he’d feast his eyes one last time upon the dear name, before allowing it to fade into forgetfulness. He gasped when he saw that upon the same stone where a name and a nightshade shrub were carved, now lay etched a beautiful Cereus flower. Without turning around, the hermit was the one to give the answer to the question bothering everyone. And yet, he had not once turned round and could not have seen the change.
“Truth will always wash out deception, even if it takes it a while, and even if it is only temporary. And often, truth and deception are two sides of the same coin. Which one are you, Asagi?” Were the hermit’s last words before he vanished after crossing the cemetery’s gates.
…...........................
Meanwhile, at the inn, Yomi was finally crossing a threshold, delivering himself of the weight of a long locked memory and preparing himself to enter a new life, side by side with the man he loved.
“I told you that with the birth of my brothers, it became more and more difficult to feed everyone, so I often went into the woods to gather mushrooms or fruits or small animals. What I didn’t tell you, because I didn’t remember it myself, was that after my fifth birthday, I discovered it was much easier to catch birds and rabbits if you were a fox and so I went out hunting like that more often than I did as a human. Dad wasn’t home much and I didn’t have to worry about being caught, since there were not many humans around that side of the forest. Perhaps I should have been more careful.
I don’t know how or when, but somehow my father must have suspected something was wrong. He must have glanced upon me during one of my hunts or returns home. I only came to notice that something was wrong with him staying more at home and hunting closer to the house. I also saw him throwing me strange glances once in a while, when he thought I wasn’t looking.
One day, around my seventh birthday, he came home earlier than usual. He was drunk. I had never seen my father drunk before that time. He was stumbling across the place, sang out of tune or mumbled and giggled about something to himself, and kept taking big gulps out of this bottle he kept hidden under his coat. I have never seen a more pathetic sight in my entire life.
And then, he saw me, hiding behind the door of the kitchen. The look he threw my way sent me crying to my room where I managed to cry myself to sleep, ignoring the sounds of a fight coming from the kitchen.
Later that night, I felt the door to my room opening. I have extremely sharp senses so I jolted awake right then, but kept my body in check and stayed in bed, faking sleep. I recognized the heavy footsteps approaching my bed. My brothers were still sleeping peacefully in their smaller cots. He sat down beside me, caressed my cheek and then mumbled “I might have been tricked into marrying a monster, but I will not spawn them too” before he wound his fingers around my neck and with his face close to mine, tightened his grip. I can still feel the stench of alcohol on my skin and I can still see the crazy drunken light in his eyes.
My brothers heard my gasps and body spasms, started crying loudly and woke my mother. I was almost dead by suffocation by the time she managed to get him off of me. She had to hit him hard and render him unconscious to do that. In the morning, I could see it in his eyes that he had forgotten everything that had happened the night before, but I also knew that he knew I wasn’t human and that he considered me a freak because of it.
I also was aware that my mother still loved him very much and I would have done anything for her, even forgetting myself. After all, I was only a mistake of nature, a freak , a monster. My father had worded it so nicely...” Ruka thought that the bitter grin did not belong on his lover face but did not give in to his impulse to just kiss all distress off the beautiful features, knowing that at last, Yomi needed to face his demons. So he just tightened his hug and continued listening to Yomi’s tale.
“ I consciously used my powers and locked away those memories deep inside me. It’s a bit ironic that I used my crystal to erase my very existence as a kitsune.” Yomi’s voice had not wavered once during the story and neither had his eyes strayed from the starry moonless sky outside the window. Ruka just held his lover closer and inhaled his scent, his sweet scent.
“Why now, love?” Ruka had to know.
Only then did Yomi’s beautiful amber eyes gaze upon the vampire and they were filled with so much emotion, such strong adoration, that it made Ruka fight to get air inside his lungs. Yomi’s eyes were shining like two bright stars.
“Because with you here beside me, I am proud of what I am. Because I want to give myself to you, completely and utterly, without hiding anything or keeping anything for myself. Because I needed to remember.” Yomi said and buried his face in Ruka’s chest, placing a feather light kiss on the vampire’s neck. And just like that, before Ruka even knew what was happening, instead of holding and cuddling a human Yomi, Ruka had his hands full of soft reddish silken fur.
The small kitsune - barely forty centimetres long- then pulled a bit back and jumped off Ruka. He walked slightly unsure around the room, with his fluffy thick red tale up high. His front paws were covered in white and so were the tips of his ears. The ears twitched a bit whenever he made a false or unsure step and the tale would swish through the air, like a peacock feather duster, in round big circles. His eyes retained their shocking amber colour, only concentrated now in the narrow, needle-like pupil that gave the impression of a deadly lightning. Overall, Ruka felt like squashing the small fox to pieces and considering that vampires were not exactly known for being an animal cuddlers, it more than made the case about the fox’s cuteness.
After a few minutes, during which the fox seemed to re-learn walking and other body control functions, resulting in it jumping up on Ruka’s lap and wrapping up in its tail on Ruka’s knees, purring in contentment, Ruka remembered something vital.
“Yomi, what about your crystal?”
The kitsune seemed to grow an attitude now that it had seized control over its more wilful animal side, for it refused to pay attention to his mate at first and simply burrowed deeper in the welcoming heat. But then, Ruka used an unexpected attack: petting and ear scratching and the happy fox was more than glad to comply with the request. It just tilted its head towards the left, sat on its behind paws, much like a dog waiting for its master, and after giving off a loud screech, focussed its eyes on one precise point, a paw’s distance in front of its nose. Out of thin air, a yarn of light began to weave itself into existence and once it reached the dimensions of a medium sized egg, it solidified into an amber ball of light, the same colour as Yomi’s eyes. The kitsune gave off a purr, emphasizing its satisfaction and just like that, the ball disappeared from sight and the fox was once again wrapped up in its tail on Ruka’s knees.
“I might not like furry critters, you know.” Ruka joked but his tone gave him away for Yomi did not lift his head and continued to slumber peacefully, under the ministrations of a vampire’s errant hand.
A/N: The night-blooming Cereus is actually an extremely fragrant flower, although because of the rarity of sightings, its very hard to actually smell. But I needed it not to smell beautifully for the fic. Forgive me for manipulating the truth for a bit. I will simply justify that by saying that this Lady of the Night did not just grow in the desert and was not just any Cereus.
On another tone, I am sorry for keeping you waiting. My life has been hectic these last weeks and I haven't been able to find time till now to write. I do hope that this slightly longer than usual chapter made up for that a bit.
Squishes to everyone and thank you. Love