#kagura angst

[unshackled-instinct]

"Is that why you don't want to let anyone close? You're afraid they'll see you as some kind of monster?" - Chizuru

Iori...or, what was him...skulked around the dark corner of the alleyway, blood dripping from his hands. He was now crawling on all fours, like the beast he has become.

The only sounds he could emit were growls and moans, both of which sounded as if he were in an extreme amount of pain. He gazed at the woman in front of him - even with his reddened vision, she casted a "holy" image of sorts...

Without warning, he leaped at her, ready to slash her jugular with his sharp claws. He emitted an unearthly howl as he was about to execute this horrific action.

[lostusagis]

Siblings

''Why are you here?''

Her brother's question annoyed Kagura immensely. Was he REALLY asking why she was visiting her own mother's grave? He really had the audacity.

''She's MY mother too you know, you're not the only one allowed to visit her.'' Arms crossed over her chest as she shoots him a glare. It was sheer coincidence they decided to visit at the same time.

''What, you didn't want anyone to see you being a big crybaby?'' The comment made Kamui twitch in irritation, immediately grabbing his younger sister tightly by the collar of her clothing. Forced smile as he was really tempted to punch her lights out. However, eventually the smile fades before he heaves out a sigh.

Letting her go, he turns away from her. Kagura was right though, he didn't want anyone to see the kind of person he turned into whenever he came here.

He only glanced away from her direction as his sister placed down flowers beside the ones Kamui and their father already left.

Kagura was crouching down, staring at the tombstone. Her features sadden, it definitely was always hard coming here. But her mother was someone she'd never forget. Even if Kagura was really young when losing her.

''You miss mami a lot, don't you Kamui?'' Kagura asks, and to no surprise she was met with silence. Ever since they were kids, Kamui always had this habit of putting on a brave face. Hiding his injuries, keeping everything inside, he never asks for help, even now.

He kept stubbornly standing a few feet away, not wanting to look in her direction. Kamui was obviously waiting until Kagura left, since he wanted to be alone. He didn't want to reveal any of the emotional turmoil building up inside.

However, Kagura was persistent. She looked over at her older brother, then standing up from where she had crouched down. Footsteps came closer, and eventually arms were wrapped around him.

''It's okay to cry, stupid. Stop keeping everything inside.'' Her embrace took him by surprise, and it was tight, unwilling to let go anytime soon. Kagura teased him by calling him a crybaby but she wouldn't actually think any less of him if he actually did decide to show his emotions more openly for once.

Hell, even if he had already cried on her lap during their last battle against each other, she still didn't think less of him. Kagura only knew he must have kept that pent up for a while.

''No one else is here, you don't have to play the mean, evil space pirate you always do in front of those other guys.'' Despite everything, she still loved Kamui a lot, that would never change. She also knew he felt the same, he was just too embarrassed to admit it.

Eventually, she did feel her brother's arms wrap around her in return. Had she been anyone else, the strength in his grip very well could have crushed her.

His face buried into her neck and he just... starts crying.

Kagura was surprised, expecting him to be more stubborn and keep it bottled up. Yet here he was now, trembling in her arms crying like a little boy. Regardless, she kept hugging him. Her hand gently strokes his head, trying to bestow some comfort. Kagura remembered well how Kamui liked being coddled by their mother and tried to imitate that in some way.

He was holding on so tightly to her, honestly she felt an aching in her chest. Sure, they had been apart for a while until only recently but it made Kagura wonder.

Did he have anyone else he could confide in like this?

Did he just keep everything constantly bottled up?

Kamui was not someone who liked opening up to others, so her chest really ached thinking about how much he was hurting, pretending he really had emptied himself of all attachments.

If he actually did, he would've already killed her by now.

''Hey, wanna know something? I bet mami is really happy you decided to be part of the family again.'' Her hand kept stroking his head as Kamui clung onto her,

''She's looking down on us right now, smiling, happy that we're able to be like this together. She's really proud of you, even if you did some stupid stuff in the past. You still came back, and that's what matters.''

He hadn't actually responded, since he was still weeping in her arms, however her words really did mean a lot.

It also meant a lot to Kamui that Kagura basically stood there with him the whole time until he stopped crying, and never made fun of him for it either.

[nonethelessnosense]

Can y’all tell me a bunch of sad gintama facts? I prolly know em already I just want to feel sad again.

[banqanas]

sketch for BOT fan event

[averagelonelypotato]

How would you feel if the Kagura-Kamui conflict had ended like Sasuke-Itachi during Rakuyo instead of how it did?

I see the vision and the angst would be so good, honestly if it ended with kamui dead that would honestly be wild af cause Sorachi would def pull a great reveal on why he was so unhinged.

[souglias]

People Say To Take Things One Step At A Time For A Reason [GINTOKI]

OR: Gintoki makes a dire mistake about you in his drunken state

Gintoki x f!reader

c/w: gintoki has been drinking, alcohol mention, use of pet names (but for humour effect), all fluff no angst :>

word count: 1.2k

note: something I wrote for fun and sheesh finally a fluffy gintoki fic rather than my usual bittersweet fics. For my followers who saw my post about a gintoki multi-chapter fic a while ago, just in case you thought this is it, this is not it. Inspired by this (I couldn't find the image from the original artist's twitter 0-(-( )

All likes and reblogs are appreciated!

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The phone rings at your bookstore at 1am as you're finishing up some administrative logs. It must be a prank for a call that’s way beyond opening hours. Even if it isn't, you decide you don't want to deal with queries at this time. The phone quietens after 5 rings.

Not long later, the phone starts ringing again. It sounds like urgent business for someone to be calling a bookstore twice in the middle of the night.

"Hello, this is Kabukicho books. How can I help you?"

An all-too-familiar voice comes out from the receiver. His words are slurred and you press the receiver to your ears as you strain to listen to him.

"Heyy, are you free for... dinner?"

"Gintoki. It is long past dinner."

"Dinner is any time after lunch and before breakfast."

"I want to sleep and you should too."

You hear whining from the other end of the phone. "Can't you have at least a parfait with me? We haven't met in a while!"

Is this a secret, roundabout cry for help from him? Coming from the very lips of Gintoki, those words feel like stark yellow paint on a white wall.

Regardless, you are a little concerned he's going to die in a ditch somewhere instead of making it home. Even if he's gotten this drunk multiple times before he called you today. 

He prompts you again with a "hello" before you hear some crashing on the other side.

You suppose once is fine. It is a solid reason to see the person you harbour feelings for. On top of that, he's right that the two of you have not seen each other for a while. And just maybe, it is a sign that he chose to call you out of everyone else.

(Okay but maybe you're just being delusional. Who else he could even call? Kagura would simply smash the ringing phone at this hour. If he calls up the Shimura household, Otae would tell him to die rather than let her younger brother pick him up.)

You sigh, "Where are you now?"

He hums a little before telling you the bar he visited. You pack up your work (that is still 1% unfinished) and head out into the cold winter night to find him. Gintoki should thank his lucky stars that you like him, otherwise, you would have left him to freeze. Almost no one gets to interrupt your work.

You easily find the telephone booth near the bar he patronised. As you approach the telephone booth, you see a scene you find somewhat humorous. He's bent over backwards in the cramped space, face pressed against the clear glass of the booth and feet propped against the other side. His eyes are closed, mouth slightly open with drool.

Taking out your phone, you snap a photo of him before you knock on the door. He's so ridiculously unsightly, but it endears you.

One eye of his cracks open and his lips upturn. You swing the door open and give him an unamused look. That doesn't shake his half-lidded eyes and a wide smile.

"Yo, you pretty thing."

Your heart skips a beat. Gintoki is possessed, or he's lost it. All Gintoki has been calling you is an ugly hag and a shit-faced bitch. To call you pretty is... out of this world.

"You're way too fucking drunk. Get out of there by yourself, I'm not helping you."

As he twists and turns to get himself out of that difficult position, he whines again. "Help me, woman! You can do this little thing for me right?”

Seeing him struggle, you decide to milk this scene. “Well, who am I for you to assume this is ‘little’?”

“My girlfriend.”

You're sure your face is visibly red at this point, and your heart is beating in your throat. You manage to stammer out, "What?"

"You're my girlfriend duh!" He exclaims without an ounce of doubt in his statement.

He's lost it. He's lost it.

"Since when? Huh? Huh? Why was I not informed about this?"

"Huh? Why are you-"

Gintoki freezes and he narrows his eyes at you. It dawns on him that you are not his girlfriend. 

To be precise, he has not asked you to be his girlfriend. 

Suddenly, he's able to stand upright in the phone booth. He remains rooted there, his body turned away from you. What has he done? His heart beats at a thousand per hour and he thinks he might collapse.

"Did you mistake me for a girlfriend or something? Anyway, you should have told us you have one."

He could pretend to black out now. Or maybe he should try to be smooth.

"Well, no... I don't. I just forgot I wasn't in the future, that's all!"

Gintoki timidly looks over his shoulder to check your reaction. From the puzzled look on your face, he fucked it. He doesn't even remember the exact pick-up line if one like this actually existed. Something about a girlfriend but in the future. 

"What are you talking about..."

He averts his gaze again. The obvious way to clarify everything is to be honest with you. It's that easy. It's that easy. But he can't say it. Even in his half-intoxicated state, he feels like he'll keel over saying those three or five words. He did plan to say it some time, but not in this manner.

You watch his broad back slowly shrink inwards, and you hear him mumble something you don't catch. A gut feeling fills your chest. You breathe, slowly regaining your composure. Meanwhile, he decides he should pretend to black out.

"Look, if you wanted me to be your girlfriend, you should have asked me first. I would have said yes. Don't skip steps, please. I'd like some order."

Already amid Operation Pretend-To-Collapse, Gintoki falls backwards and lands on the ground. But his eyes are wide open instead of shut as he lies on the ground, searching for a sign of a joke from you. You lower into a crouch, continuing to stare into his bewildered eyes. 

“So, what will it be, darling?” 

The weight you put on what you just called him makes him shudder. His face is too distractingly hot compared to his body for him to come up with any kind of retort. He mumbles again with his eyes looking elsewhere. 

“Huh? I can’t hear you, you have to speak up.” 

Words come out in a murmur. All you hear is the word “girlfriend” but you egg him more. “What?? Is this all you got, Sakata Gintoki??”

His hand reaches for your face and he pulls you towards him, pressing your lips against his. You can smell a sweet alcohol scent on him. When you pull away, you find a fiery, intense gaze in his eyes.

“You’re my girlfriend now, stupid.”

Just like that, he renders you speechless. But a smile tugs on the corner of your lips, and you stifle a laugh.

Gintoki picks himself up from the ground, still a little woozy. You grab his arm to steady him, then decide to wrap your arm around his back. He stiffens slightly but eases into your arm for support. When he rests his arm around your shoulders, both of you begin the journey to his home.

“Just so you know, I have unfinished work thanks to your ‘little’ favour. You owe me now. Maybe you should be the one buying me a parfait instead, honeypie.”

He glances at you only for a moment, unamused, before he turns away. You laugh, getting a kick from the whole night of teasing your friend-turned-boyfriend. Suddenly, you stop laughing.

“You didn’t throw up before you met me right?”

“I didn’t.”

Disgust starts creeping onto your face. “Are you sure? Are you sure?”

“I didn’t, you shit.”

[rorywritesjunk]

So hold my hand, I'll walk with you my dear

It's the three year anniversary since everything changed in Buggy's life for the worst.

Rating: PG-13, just to be safe. Warning: Angst. References to Roger's death, Buggy and Shanks' fight, there's mention of teasing, there's a protective friend, Buggy has Big Feelings, yells at Reader. There's tears. A/N: A request from the lovely @chochotorianime10 who wanted a young Buggy with an s/o who is like Kagura from Fruits Basket, who is the Boar in the zodiac. Buggy in this fic is 19, full of angst. He just wants a drink. Honestly these two probably both need some kind of therapy, especially Buggy. Title comes from "Little Talks" by Of Monsters and Men.

It had been three years since Roger’s execution and the falling out between two friends, but you saw how Buggy’s eyes still flashed whenever he heard mention of Red Haired Shanks or saw a straw hat or anything that could remind him of the friend he once had. You had remained by his side after that, despite being friends with the two of them at a time. Love made a person do silly things and with how much you loved Buggy, you turned your back on Shanks when you saw how hurt Buggy was after their fight.

And it didn’t help that you loved Buggy so much that sometimes your emotions got the better of you. You were in a pub with him, bringing drinks to your shared table to help him feel better when you overheard someone make a passing comment about the clown over there in the corner lookin’ sad, aren’t clowns supposed to be happy and funny?

And well, your nickname on the Oro Jackson had been The Boar with the way you often charged forward into chaos without much thought and this was no different. You didn’t even make it to the table before you swung one of the bottles around, striking the stranger in the face and knocking him back into his friend. 

“Say that again, asshole!” You snapped as arms encircled you, pulling you away from the fight that was about to start. It was the third anniversary of That Day and Buggy wasn’t in the mood for a fight, even if he wasn’t involved in it. 

He dragged you out of the pub before the guy’s friends could retaliate, pulling you down the street and ducking into an alleyway. You managed to get out of his grasp to peer around the corner, grumbling about asshole drunks before looking back at Buggy with a worried expression. 

“Are you okay?” You asked, demeanour opposite of how it was seconds ago. He just stared at you before shaking his head.

“I wanted a drink, why did you have to do that!” He demanded angrily, clenching his fists. “Where else am I going to go?!”

“There’s another pub down the street, looks better anyways.” You chuckled, not bothered by his tone. He seethed, teeth clenched as he glared at you. You just smiled at him and patted him on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, my love. We’ll get you good and drunk to forget what the day is.”

He glared and shrugged your hand off. Today wasn’t the day he wanted to put up with your antics. This was the one day of the year where he wanted to be miserable, to mourn for what life had been, not drag you away from a brawl because you overheard him being insulted by some drunkard. 

“I'm going to find a different place.” He grumbled as he started for the street, but your hand grabbed his and stopped him. He jerked his hand out of your grasp and spun around to yell at you to just leave him alone for a few seconds, but he bit his tongue when he saw the tears in your eyes.

“I'm sorry, Buggy.” You sniffled as you reached for his hand once again. “I just… that guy said somethin’ mean about you and I couldn't stand it. I hate it when people are mean to you.”

He shut his eyes and took a deep breath before counting to three, exhaling slowly before he opened his eyes. You always looked out for him ever since the two of you met as children on the ship. The first time you heard someone make a jab about Buggy’s appearance you kicked the person so hard in the kneecap it shattered. You were ten. The crew started calling you The Boar affectionately shortly after that with how you attacked anyone without warning when it came to Buggy.

“Yea, well! Keep it together at the next place.” He snapped. “Don't get us run out of every pub in this town, okay?! I want to actually enjoy my drinks!”

You nodded, still holding his hand while your other hand wiped away the tears in your eyes. “I miss’im.”

“Yea, I do too.” Buggy mumbled as he started for the street again, tugging you along with him. While you drove him crazy, he was happy to have you with him, and the fact you chose him over Shanks made him feel a bit better about how everything went after the fight. You always chose Buggy over Shanks no matter what the situation was, even down to a stupid argument between the two and Shanks was right, you still agreed with Buggy.

“I'll make you breakfast tomorrow.” You told him as you trailed behind him, still holding his hand. He sighed and pulled you close so you walked beside him, not wanting his arm stretched that far back. Sure, he could pop his hand off and you could hold it for him, but he hated that. He wanted you by his side, not behind him.

“You don't have to.” Buggy mumbled. You looked at him, biting your bottom lip.

“But I wanna.”

He looked at you with a frown. You weren't the worse cook, the food was kind of edible, but you two had a room at a nearby inn that offered breakfast and well, Buggy planned to load a bag up of rolls and anything else that would keep so he wouldn't have to have your cooking.

“The inn offers breakfast.” He reminded you. “Just… don't worry about it.”

“Buggyyyyyy, can I at least fix your plate in the morning?” You begged, hand in yours as you swung your arm back and forth as you two made your way to the next pub. “You know I'll make it with lots of love.”

Ugh, love. You said that to him enough that he figured you must mean it, but he maybe said it once to you. It wasn't that he didn't have some kind of love for you, he just wasn't really sure how to define whatever the relationship between the two of you actually was. He never bothered to flirt with anyone, even if you weren't around, because no one would reciprocate. Often they'd just laugh at him, thinking it was a joke, and hide their snide comments to their friends behind their hands while Buggy walked away.

Shanks always made it look so easy. He had always ended up with a pretty girl on his lap or in his arms while the three of you would go to a pub together. You were all young and dumb, unaware of what was coming to tear you all apart, but it was all in good fun. There were times Shanks tried to hug you or give you a kiss on the cheek in front of Buggy, but you would always laugh and punch him in the shoulder before he could, not paying attention to the anger and jealousy in Buggy’s eyes.

He wasn't really sure what he was jealous about at the time. Was it Shanks trying to be too friendly with you or was it the fact Shanks could have anyone but he was going after you? Buggy couldn't understand why he had felt that way, and years later he wondered if he was still in denial in some way. 

He wasn't in love with you, he was positive of that, because while he appreciated you stuck around there were times he wondered if it was out of pity for him. Did you think he wasn't capable of taking care of himself? You were always there for him, ready to take someone down, and he knew growing up that others didn't think he could.

But you knew he could, you just didn't want him to do it alone.

“Buggggyyyy?” You asked in a sing-song voice as you two made your way to the next pub. He glanced at you with a frown while you looked at him with big, hopeful eyes. “Can… can I have a kiss?

“What?! Why?!” He demanded. “Why do you want one?!”

“B-Because that's what people do when they're in love.” You mumbled, suddenly averting your gaze from him as you looked down at your feet as your cheeks turned bright red. “I see couples do it all the time, y’know, and… and wished we would.”

“We are not a couple!” He shrieked, patience vanishing at the request and the look in your eyes for him. “Why the hell would you think that?! I don't love you!”

He dropped your hand and took a step back, breathing heavily as he glared at you. The silence was deafening, you were looking at him with big, surprised eyes. Was that too far this time? He often lost his temper but this was the first time he spoke to you like that. 

When you didn't respond, he started to panic just a bit. Now you would leave him too, just like Shanks, because he couldn't keep his damn mouth shut. He hated that you weren't talking just then, this had to be the longest period you've ever been quiet for when you weren't sleeping.

“Wi-Will you say something?!” He demanded, clenching his fists tightly as he narrowed his eyes. “I just said I don't love you, okay, so you might as well just leave me alone now! Like everyone else!”

You lifted your hands up to his face and he started to take a step back; he knew your strength, he awaited the blows you would surely deliver, and when your fingers touched his skin, your palms pressing against his cheeks, he flinched, trying to jerk away.

“Buggy, it's okay.” You told him calmly, and he hated the soothing sound of your voice just then. He needed you to be mad at him, shrieking with the same intensity you showed for that man back at the pub, yet your tone was quieter, comforting him like you had many times before. “It's… it's okay.”

“No, no it's not.” He snapped back as he tried to pull away from you. “You should just leave me already! Everyone else has!”

You wouldn't let him get away, instead dropping your hands to his shoulders and pulling him into a hug. He didn't fight you too hard to get away, the frustration and anger bubbling to the surface his arms wrapped around you. Buggy didn't want you to go, he didn't want to be alone. Today was a hellish day, the events years ago replaying in his mind every waking moment, but you stayed by his side no matter what he said to you, taking his emotions in stride.

“I'm not leaving you.” You assured him as you tightened your arms around him. 

“Why not?! You should!” Buggy shot back as tears welled up in his eyes. “I don't understand why you stick around, I don't love you!”

“That's okay.” 

He didn't miss the hitch in your voice when you said that or your own tears that started streaming down your cheeks. You still managed to smile at him despite what he just said.

“I still love you, Buggy, because I know you need someone to.” You sniffled. “I know you don't mean it.”

His eyes widened slightly and he stopped fighting to get away. He hesitated when he hugged you. He didn't deserve your kindness, he never did, but you still stuck around. He let the tears fall, not bothering to hide them, knowing you were the only person he trusted to see him this vulnerable.

“Let’s go get a drink, okay?” You suggested as you pulled back from the hug a few minutes later, once the tears stopped for the two of you. “I’ll be good this time.”

Buggy sniffed, rubbing his nose before wiping his hand on his shirt with a shrug, trying to ignore the fact he was just crying. You used the hem of your shirt to wipe your own face before smiling up at Buggy. He looked away from you and crossed his arms.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it.” He mumbled as he started walking again; you trailed after him, linking your arm around his. He didn’t say anything or try to pull away. “You… you were defending me. S’okay.”

You giggled and slipped your arm away from his, slapping your hand against his shoulder lovingly, causing Buggy to stumble a bit from the force. He bit back a retort, letting you once more link your arm with his as the two of you headed for the next pub. 

He wondered if he was going to regret this, but he suddenly turned to face you, pecking you on the cheek so quickly you weren’t even sure he actually made contact with your skin, but you weren’t going to point it out. You just hugged his arm and let your head rest against his shoulder as the two of you walked along, and while it may take Buggy some time to admit it, he loved that you stuck around for him, took care of him, and put up with him, and he figured at some point he may tell you that he loves you, but it would have to wait.

[lucy-and-rebecca]

Let's talk about Fairy Tail women.

A while ago I came across an ... interesting post that can be summarised as 'fanservice is bad and hence all the female characters are written badly'. I've seen a lot of takes alonge these lines.

I've said it a million times, I don't like the fanservice in fairy tail but claiming that the fanservice automatically makes the writing of the female characters bad is a very shallow way of looking at the story. The over sexualization of the female characters is only one criteria we should consider while discussing how female characters are handled in the story. Unfortunately most of the time that ends up being the only criteria. I also think a lot of the times this is used as an excuse to hate on the female characters in fairy tail.

So here are some of my reasons as to why I absolutely love the way fairy tail women are written.

Flipping the damsel in distress trope.

During the phantom lord arc Lucy is kidnapped and Natsu went out to save her. A very classic setting for the damsel in distress trope. What makes this moment different is Lucy, the princess stuck in a tower, decided to jump. That moment is so important for her character. Lucy chose to jump because the alternative was having to return home to her abusive father and she jumped because she knew Natsu would catch her. That scene both simultaneously showed the audiance how much Lucy dreaded going back to her father's house and how much faith she had in her guildmate. That scene wasn't there to show Natsu saving her, that moment was there to flesh out Lucy's character.

They Unfridged Lisanna.

Fridged girlfriend/wife is a trope where the female lover of the male protagonist is killed, sometimes even before the story begins and the sole purpose that female character serves is to be a source of angst for the male protagonist. Lisanna was almost that. But she was brought back. Even before that she wasn't just limited to being Natsu's source of angst. She was Mira and Elfman's sister. I don't particularly like Lisanna but she's alive and she's living her life with the people she loves. That will always be a positive thing.

Self sacrifice is bad actually.

A lot of times, especially for female characters self sacrifice is presented as a virtue. It's presented as a selfless noble thing. During tower of heaven arc, Erza learnt that that's wrong. she realised she's loved and wanted. She learnt that her life matters and the people who love her would be miserable without her and nothing good will come from her death. She learnt that self sacrifice will only lead to pain for everyone she loves.

Passing bechdel test in the most unexpected situations.

In case you don't know the criteria for passing the bechdel test are, two named female characters talking to each other about someone other than a man. This test is mainly for movies but we can apply it to tv shows, anime and manga by seeing how often it passes the bachdel test rather than if it passes it. Like how someone did for Doctor Who. (I am genuinely tempted to do this for fairy tail anime.)

Anyway getting to the point, you would think that's very easy to achieve and yet so many stories fail at it so very often. While this test is by no means a sure shot way of measuring how feminist something is, I do think a show with a lot of important female characters who have good relationship with one another will pass the bechdel test a lot more frequently compared to a show that doesn't.

Fairy tail passes the backdel test somewhat frequently, sometimes in unexpected ways.

At first we are lead to believe that Erza and Kagura are connected because of Jellal and Simon. So it's only natural that they will talk about those two men during their fight. And yet their fight during grand magic games passes the bechdel test. Because their relationship goes beyond those two men. Erza knew Kagura from their childhood and she wanted their relationship to be defined by that rather than anything else. Erza didn't tell Kagura how she should feel. She understood and respected Kagura's feeling. All she wanted was for Kagura see her as her own person. The reason why this scene managed to pass the bechdel test was because despite everything Erza and Kagura's relationship is not defined by the men in their lives.

Women with power

Time and time again fairy tail has portrayed women wielding immense power. Fairy tail has also portrayed women in position of power. Hisui didn't just remain a princess, she became a queen. Fairy tail was founded by a woman. Dragon Slayer magic was invented by a woman. Characters like Urtear and Brandish are unmatched in power. Powerful women in fairy tail feel powerful, they don't feel power for a woman or power despite being a woman, they feel powerful.

Future Lucy died in her own arms.

Future Lucy is a characters who went through unimaginable pain and suffering and ended up dying. But she died to protect her past self. She died in her own arms and made the past version of herself promise her that she will fight for their future. Even though we know that our Lucy is perfectly fine that scene hits like a truck. Natsu in that moment remembers how happy Lucy was when she got her guild mark. That's a painful memory in that moment because future Lucy has lost everything. She has lost her guild along with her guild mark. Natsu and everyone else there is sad and angry because future Lucy deserved to happy and that happiness was stolen from her. Even when it comes to showing Natsu's pain it's entirely selfless. Even after all the pain she went through in the end she was at peace and the story made sure we knew that. Future Lucy is one of the few characters who dies in fairy tail and like all the other deaths in fairy tail this too is meaningful. Fairy tail would never kill of a character, let alone a female character for shock value.

Power of friendship but like siriously.

From Erza and Mira's childhood rivery to Lucy and Brandish's current rivery, to Wendy and Chelia's relationship that's two steps away from blossoming into romance fairy tail has so many complex relationships between it's female characters. It is so hard to put into words. I absolutely adore the relationships fairy tail women have with each other. They are sweet, bitter, silly, loving and everything else that you could possibly imagine. While not all, most of their relationship are also build on their own without a male character being involved. What I mean by that very often we will see two female characters being friends because their boyfriends are friends or because they had a crush on the same guy but they put aside their differences or the girlfriend and sister of a male character becoming friends. Those examples exists in fairy tail too but they are just so rare. And because we have so many dynamics between the female characters those type of relationship don't stand out.

[cosmichorrorsarestillnicerthanme]

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(Re-vamped for new added fandoms, rules, and prefrences)

“I never ask a man what his business is, for it never interests me. What I ask him about are his thoughts and dreams.”-Howard Philips Lovecraft

Hello I'm Mr. Cosmic, I am a Romantic Asexual Man (Not sex repulsed, I actually find the concept of sex and how deeply it is ingrained in humanity fascinating) my birthday is September 26th, My favorite food is Spaghetti and Garlic Bread (I know I know, Asexuals and garlic bread), my favorite drink is home made Mountain Tea, I love writing romantic and fluffy things but I also may right angst if I'm in the right mood, My favorite bands are Queens Of The Stone Age, Arctic Monkeys, Franz Ferdinand, Iron Maiden, Nujabes (RIP), Megadeth, Rob Zombie, and Foo Fighters, I hope we can all get along!

I take recommendations for shows to watch and add to the list of fandoms and music to listen to while I write (I am partial to fast paced songs, but I also enjoy slower ones)

I am also associated with the @favonius-library and @ecrin-de-litterature

ASKS ARE: CLOSED

CURRENT NUMBER OF ASKS: 300

One Hundred One Word Prompts

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ALL OF MY CURRENT WORKS

ALL OF MY CURRENT WORKS PT.2

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My Pet Peeves For Asks

One Of My Pet Peeves For Asks: Fighters, Not Body Builders

Rules

I only write romance for female characters but I'm perfectly fine with writing platonic male relationships (There are a few exceptions but most of the time this is the rule of thumb to go by)

I write for G/N, Male, and Female readers

Like any other Tumblr I reserve the right to reject asks

Be Respectful.

Do Not Hate On People In The Comments!

No Homophobia, Transphobia, etc. etc.

If You Have A Question About A Post Ask In The Comments Of The Post please.

No Politics!

I prefer to write for Ladies but I will do guys once in a blue moon if they're a part of the ask.

Due to a recent attempt to write trans readers and the anxiety attack which affected my willingness to write I have made the decision to (For the moment this may change though it is unlikely) not write Trans readers there is nothing wrong with Trans People I just feel like I can't portray them properly.

IF ONE MORE GODDAMN FUCKING PORN BOT OR BLANK BLOG FOLLOWS ME I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD I WILL GO ON A GODDAMN PURGE SO PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD CUSTOMIZE YOUR TUMBLR OR I MIGHT ACCIDENTALLY BAN HAMMER YOU!!! Please, if you have a question or an ask, ask me the question in the INBOX not in my MESSAGES. My MESSAGES are for my mutuals to talk to me. Not to receive asks through, that is what the ASK BUTTON is for. If I continue to receive asks in my MESSAGES I WILL start blocking people.

FANDOMS

Fate Grand Order and TYPE-MOON in general

Genshin Impact

Honkai Star Rail

Zenless Zone Zero

Reverse 1999

Goddess Of Victory: Nikke

Arknights

Blue Archive

Girls Front Line

Limbus Company

Lobotomy Corporation

Library Of Ruina

Bloodborne

Elden Ring

Baldur’s Gate 3

Senran Kagura

Danganropa

Persona 3

Persona 4

Persona 5

Shin Megami Tensei

Dungeon Fighter Online

Dungeon Fighter Duel

River City Girls

Tekken

King Of Fighters

Guilty Gear

Granblue Fantasy

Blazblue

Skullgirls

Darkstalkers

Under Night In Birth

Street Fighter

Resident Evil

Final Fantasy

Fear & Hunger

Fear & Hunger: Termina

Hi-Fi Rush

Trails Of Cold Steel

Bleach

Chainsaw man

Jujutsu Kaisen

RWBY

Ikki Tousen

Highschool DxD

(To Be Added)

What I Will Do

Character x Reader

All of the dere's (Yandere, Kudere, Tsundere, Goudere, Masodere, Sadodere etc. etc.)

Poly

Character x Multiple (Separate from Poly, NSFW only Ex. Free Use)

Platonic Relationships

NSFW (If You Want a Specific Kink You Have To Ask)

(More To Be Added)

What I Won’t Do

Underage

Non-Con (I might do CNC)

Kinks like Scat and Vore

NTR

(More To Be Added)

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[feudalconnection]

The Nomination Period for the 2nd Term 2023 Inuyasha Fandom Awards is now CLOSED!!

Hey everyone!

Below the cut you'll find a complete list of all the Fanart nominations received for this term!

The list of Fanfiction nominations can be found here!

Thank you to everyone who participated in this term for taking the time to do so. We hope you enjoyed your experience! If you do not see your nomination, please reach out to us as soon as possible!

We strongly encourage that when you view a work of art or read a fanfiction, please reblog or leave a review to let the creators know how much their work and talent is appreciated!

As a reminder, we are giving 3 weeks time to enjoy all of the creations. The voting period will begin June 5th and end June 20th.

In order to be able to vote, you'll need to register so we can keep it all neat and clear. We will be posting the link to the voting form on the first day of the voting session.

Got a question? Check out our FAQ or send us an ask. You can also message one of the mods directly!

Don't forget, we also have our Feedback Form open until the end of this term! We'd love to hear any and all feedback, suggestions, and recommendations!

Thank you to everyone who nominated for making this 2nd Term absolutely wonderful, and happy voting!

Best Action/Adventure

“A quick sketch” by @cati-art

“Unnamed” by @amlli

Best AU/AR

“Phantom of the Opera” by @kalcia

“Valentine’s Day” by @sagiriti

“Hades & Persephone AU” by @m2moon94

“Orgullo & Prejuicio” by @m2moon94

Best Canon Universe

“InuKag” by @alasxeart

“Three years separation” by @len-barboza

“Oh Brother (Part 2)” by @mama-ino

Best Angst

“✨ Brothers ✨” by @xtaisanax

“Welcome Home” by @valgreys

Best Dark

“He’s angery” by @brain-rot-hour

Best Humor/Parody

“Magic in Bed” by @mamabearcat

“But I followed the recipe” by @daikiidokii

Best Kiss 

“Love languages” by @rubbesart

“Midnight Bribe Moonlight Bride” by @elevenharbor

“Welcome Home” by @katballesteros

“I Miss You” by @sayuri-liu

Best Character

“Naraku” by @soluryn

“Kagura” by @rhapeseuhans

“Hit the Mark” by @spiralofdragon

“Untitled” by @mama-ino

“Naraku from The Deadliest Sin” by @moonkissedart

Best Duo/Pairing

“By my Side” by @pachworldx-1

“Under the Moon” by @thepadawanartist

“Sleepy Journey” by @hycopank

“I felt him, Mama! He Moved!” by @katballesteros

Best Doujinshi

“Way of the House Demon” by @lucymorningstar257

“The Last Days” by @liquidashesart

“Nameless” by @heavenin--hell

Best Redraw

“Another redraw 🌸” by @angstiana

“Screencap redraw” by @bre-draws

“Live” by @thunderpot

“Untitled” by @geda-art

Best NSFW

“The Wolf” by @alicepupurred

“The Doubleganger” by @valgreys

“A Bit of Naked Inuyasha” by @kalcia

“Inuyasha’s Dream” by @geda-art

“Mermaid Service” by @sayuri-liu

Best InuKag Romance

“A letter from daughter” by @sollee-art

“記念日おめでとう” by @len-barboza

“Prometo Volver” by @pachworldx-1

Best SessKag Romance

“You and Me After All” by @thepadawanartist

“Welcome Home” by @valgreys

“Little Miko” by @milkfromcats

Best Romance

“She Will Always be Loved” by @elevenharbor

“Kagome Watching Like” by @brain-rot-hour

“Not to Her” by @classysassy9791

“Gift Exchange” by @izakimi

“Leap of Faith” by @ashleys-canvas

Best Lineart

“Inuyasha y Kagura” by @meliboquin

“Anyone has that urge to draw a webtoon” by @weeeting

“Did I watch Inuyasha when i was 8” by @il---re

“Sketchy sketch WIP” by @lucymorningstar257

Best Group Depiction

“Pictures of Happiness” by @memilylove

“Making Waves Family Portrait” by @clearwillow

“Oh Brother (Part 2)” by @mama-ino

“Thinking about Kagura” by @tmetta

“Happy Mother’s Day!” by @eliza-faust-diary

Best Overall

“Kagome” by @alicepupurred

“Kikyo” by @purilly

“Making Waves Family Portrait” by @clearwillow

“Under the Moon” by @thepadawanartist

“Moroha like Mutt Williams” by @nikelaos87

“Untitled” by @inumysuzue

[lostusagis]

Mommy's favorite flower

[serial-doubters-club]

I Knew It Was You

A SessKagu Fic

Happy birthday @sweepingtree!!! I hope your day was as wonderful as you are!

Summary:

Sesshomaru had lived without remorse for anything that crossed his path until Kagura blew into his life like a tempest, turning his world upside down with a single word. Coward.

Refusing to save her would prove to be his greatest regret.

SessKagu | Rating: G | 1065 words | Tags: Romance, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Longing, Post-Canon

AO3

[lilac-5ky]

Hi there! Your writing is awesome!!! I love your headcanons and fics as they feel so spot on ❤️❤️❤️

I have a request if you are accepting - imma be angsty today - do you have any headcanons for Gintoki when he realizes he loves someone who was in love with him too late?

Thank you for this awesome blog!!! Makes my day to see posts!

A/N: Hi! It's been ages since I've done a request, but I was feeling generous (bad about being this lazy) and thought I'd give it a shot! Turned out more like a mini thing than headcanons lmao oops. HOPE THIS WAS GOOD ENOUGH, HAVEN'T WRITTEN ANYTHING FOR GINTOKI IN AGES, and THANK YOU FOR YOUR WONDERFUL WORDS! Hearing such lovely words is enough to make my day!

Warning: Didn't proofread .-. Angst

Gintoki was a bastard. Nothing new or foreign in particular. Everyone acquainted to the silver-haired samurai could name at least 10 negative traits of his, struggling to name just one good quality that would redeem him.

Everyone, except of you, that was. You didn't see Gintoki as the lazy, parasitic, sleazy, sadistic, gambling-addicted drunkard (wow he really has a lot of negatives) they made him out to be. You saw Gintoki for the kindhearted man that he was. The one who went around risking the color of his soul just to save another. The one who was whatever those around him wanted him to be: a friend, a brother, a hero, and why not a lover?

Admiration turned into Infatuation, tricking your heart into thinking you loved him. You'd linger around Yorozuya, offloading whatever menial task you could think of just for the chance to see him. Be it cleaning the leaves from your porch, killing that one cockroach that had sneaked in (one that had him running laps around the house while screaming for help) and even being your plus one to the wedding of a friend.

You dreamed of a day when you wouldn't have to come up with excuses for his company, and seeing as there were only so many times you could call him up to unplug your toilet before you ran low on cash, you decided to pour your heart out.

Kagura and Shinpachi knew. So when you asked Gintoki if he could meet you at your place on his own, they dolled him up and sent him your way with a "Good Luck" whose meaning he didn't quite understood until he saw you cradling a heart shaped box of chocolates-- plush cheeks flushing red, while pink lips curved into a shy smile.

"Gin-toki," the name shattered on your tongue. "I... I love you. Go out with me, please."

He stared at you for quite a while, as if you'd just uttered the world's most complicated joke. He wasn't sure if he should laugh or ask you if he knew what kind of crap you'd spat, and him being eager to verify his reputation chose the second.

"The yard seems clean enough to me. I'll be going now," he said, rejecting not just you, but the boxes of chocolate as it fell open onto the ground.

The next few hours were the hardest. Sleeping on the same pillow where you daydreamed all about your future with him felt like sleeping on glasses of your shattered dreams. Not even an answer, not a single explanation. He'd broken your heart with such ease that it terrified you. How plausible was it that in this new era of canine looking Amanto and flying cars some alien had taken over his body and wore it around like a heart-less, soul-less puppet?

Denial.

It was easier to deny all that had transpired and pretended it never happened. You even passed by Yorozuya the next morning, willing to give this another chance, telling yourself that man wasn't Gintoki. But when you saw his apathetic face reading the newest Jump and picking his nose even in your presence, you couldn't stop the tears from streaming down your puffy eyes.

Anger.

It didn't take long for you to join the ranks of Gintoki's haters, seeing the man as nothing short of the Devil himself. Every terrible thing that happened, you pinned on him. Bumping onto the kitchen cabinet? He was jinxing you from afar. Running out of gas in the middle of town? He must have stolen it while you were asleep. A terrorist attack nearby? Weren't those goons Gintoki's old war-pals? Every natural phenomena, every misfortune of this world and the next was Gintoki's fault. Love? The mere notion that you once loved him made you laugh. Hatred was all you had left.

Bargaining

With each passing day, you felt your fury redirecting at you, gnawing and clawing at your insides, while small "What If's" plagued your mind like maggots. What if you hadn't confessed that day? What if instead of your place you'd called him to a restaurant? What if you'd gotten a different brand of chocolates? What if--

Depression

You couldn't remember when the last time you'd gotten out of bed was. Balled up tissues framed the four corners of the room, the tears contained in them enough to cause a shipwreck. You didn't want to see anyone anymore, afraid that if you did you'd spot a resemblance between them and the man your heart longed to see the most. You didn't hate him anymore... you missed him. You missed the sound of his name so badly that it threaded itself between pitiful chokes and sobs like a rosary.

You missed him.

Acceptance

The days in your calendar kept shifting until a month had passed. Taking baby steps, you'd done your best to return to an inchoate routine. You woke up, washed your teeth, showered, checked the functionality of your toilet's flush, ate breakfast and went to work, where you stayed until the stack of paperwork diminished, and until you were rewarded for your efforts in the form of a promotion. Your coworkers cheered for you, and for a moment life felt good again because you'd stopped searching for the familiar hue of a silver mop.

You were fine.

The route Gintoki took to and from the pachinko parlor he frequented was predetermined. On hot days, he'd stop by that one ice cream joint with the world's greatest (and most affordable) soft serve. On cold days, he'd trade that for a warm bowl of red bean soup. Then he'd be on his way to the convenient store to grab the latest Jump and finish his day with a drink at the old hag's place.

Gintoki always took the same route, except of that one day he hadn't. The worn-out soles of his black boots carried him in the opposite direction of all those places and even home, bringing him to stand outside the two-floor house with the porch that needing cleaning regardless of season; your house.

He hadn't heard anything from you since God knows how long, and why would he? No one needed to remind him how much of a jerk he'd been, for the words in his brain repeated like a broken record he couldn't afford fixing. He was worse than a jerk. A despicable caricature of a man that couldn't own to the fact that he'd grown fond of you the same way you'd come to love him.

The look of absolute endearment whenever your eyes spotted him, a look that didn't change despite the crudeness of his actions. He loved that. The shaky fluctuations in your tone whenever he'd sit close enough to feel your hair tingling his face. He loved that, too. The smile that shone as bright as the sun itself and the little hand that waved at him -gosh, how he longed to hold that hand in his and compare the difference in size- goodbye. He loved that all so much. Too much. He loved you.

Or else why would he be standing out there when his beloved weather girl had issued a thunderstorm warning?

With his hands buried in his pockets, Gintoki circled the picket fence of your porch, head tilting between the wooden cracks at a chance to see your face. How was he supposed to start? Would an apology do? Would letting himself be beaten by that rusty rake or drenched from head to toe by your garden's hose do? How many "I love you's" would he need to spell out to convince you he was any less of a bastard than you made him out to be? What would it take for your forgiveness?

His fingers weaved through locks of silver, threatening to pluck them out. If he told you the truth, that he thought you deserved something better than a basket case samurai with no more than 300 yen in his name, he'd seem like a complete idiot. If he told you that the ghosts of the past he'd tried so hard to evade were catching up to him, you'd mistake him for a coward. And if he selfishly grabbed your hand and forced it against his chest, he knew he'd never be able to hear the three little words that directly countered those you'd said before.

"Gintoki, what are you doing here?"

The track of guilt gave way to the sweetest melody known to his ears, hope daring spur him on. He wore his gentlest smile and turned around to face you, the same hope digging like a knife inside his wretched heart at the sight of fingers -ten, in total- intertwined together, five of them belonging to you and the other to a man whose face didn't matter. All that mattered was the joy plastered on your pursed lips, one he saw fade away the second your eyes locked. One that was meant for him no more.

"The yard seems clean enough to me," he pointed beyond the fence, boots diving in the first of Ketsuno Ana's warnings as the sorrowful record resumed.

"I'll be going now."

[shinidamachu]

Speaking of SessKik, I’m actually starting to really low-key get into that ship. Ngl, at first I thought they might be a little too similiar and cold to ever really work together but I remember someone explaining the appeal of the dynamic in that it’s basically two prideful racists coming together/clashing and having to subvert their preconceptions of the other’s race and each other. Plus the fact that they’re both fundamentally lonely people but extremely good with kids (Yashahime Sesshomaru will never be my Sesshomaru) could give them something to bond over. Also what’s more taboo than a Miko being with a hanyou? How about an honest to god full-blooded youkai instead?

The ship would honestly be great character development for the both of them because they’d be forced unlearn and unpack their prejudices by basically confronting their mirror self.

It's precisely because Sesshomaru and Kikyo are so similar that they would make such a great match. Inuyasha and Kagome are only opposites on a surface level. Deep down, they're actually very alike and that's why they work perfectly together: they're different in every possible way except for the ones that matter, the ones that could make those differences irreconcilable. Sesskik would the morally gray version of that.

The fact that they're both stoic, pragmatic, arrogant, self-centered and prideful characters allows them to understand each other better than anyone else ever would because they operate in the exact same frequency.

Not only that, but putting them together would have made perfect sense, story telling wise. They're both lone wolves with similar goals and similar ways to achieve them, acting on the sidelines. Plus, they share the same soft spot for children — as long as the children in question aren't related to them, it seems — and have special bonds with Kohaku and Rin. It feels only natural that they'd team up at some point.

Then, of course, there's the fact that Kikyo is dead and feeding off women's souls while Sesshomaru is the only character to have a sword that brings people back to life and a parent with ilimited access to an amulet that opens and closes portals to the underworld.

I know her situation is more complicated than simply snatching a soul from hell — for many reasons — but in a series such as Inuyasha, where everything is possible, is not really a reach to theorize that if someone had the means to really bring Kikyo back from the dead, it would've been Sesshomaru. Even if he couldn't, the idea of the two of them interacting is still thematically intriguing.

There are also rumors about an interview where Takahashi said Kikyo is the type of woman Sesshomaru would take romantic interest in and I can't help but agree, since the only woman who canonically caught his eyes was Kagura, an independent woman who was smarter than him — which isn't very hard —, had a lot of guts and just wished to be free, a woman he couldn't save even though he wanted to. It's not hard to picture Kikyo in the same role.

The tragic way Kagura dies by Naraku's hand, therefore ending any romantic development with Sesshomaru, could become a parallel with the tragic way Kikyo died by Naraku's hand, therefore ending any romantic development with Inuyasha, the brother Sesshomaru despises. The room for angst and conflict is amazing.

To me the appeal lies exactly on the point you made: the creative choice of putting Sesshomaru and Kikyo together would pay off in great character development for the both of them by subverting their preconceptions of each other and unlearning the prejudice they still held against each other's races.

I love the idea of Sesshomaru finally making enough progress to love a human in a romantic way, someone who would see him not as simply his father's son, but as his own person, like Kagura did.

I love the idea of Kikyo falling for a demon without the safety net of eventually turning them human, someone who, in the most extraordinary of ways, makes her feel evey bit the ordinary woman she always wanted to be.

They would have been able to see through each other's poker faces and feel actually seen, in a way they haven't quite been seen before: for everything that they are. Not just his father's son and not just the embodiment of purety and perfection in the shape of a village priestess.

Sesshomaru and Kikyo are equals. There are no power imbalances, no idealizing each other, no putting each other on a pedestal because they refuse to acknowledge each other's flaws. They're both intimidating people who can not be intimidate by each other and would be totally comfortable being themselves around one another without fear of judgement or putting their partners in a position where they have to constantly make up excuses for their behavior.

Basically, they could have helped to progress each other's character development and pushed the plot forward while still making thematic and narrative sense, with the plus of fixing most of the things that personally bothered me in Inuyasha and Kikyo's relationship.

It's funny because at the same time I have complained about how much I hate that Inuyasha doesn't feel like himself when he's with Kikyo, acting all reserved, sad and cautious, without his signature fiery temper and dog like mannerism, I've seen people gushing about how mature he is around her and outside I'm like "to each their own", but inside I'm screaming: Sesskik. You want Sesskik!

It also doesn't hurt that they're aesthetically pleasing to look at: elegant, lethal and composed. And Takahashi seems to agree there was wasted potential there because it very much looks like she tried to make up for it with these Mao characters. Yes, I know same face syndrome is a thing and so is coincidence, but come one, now.

Their separate personalities didn't call out to me but together they could have made a very interesting dynamic, even if it was only platonic, because asexuality, aromaticity and homosexuality still fits them very well and wouldn't be an impediment for the found family trope and being single is different from being lonely.

I understand the reasons Takahashi didn't go there, though, because it would have taken real work to make it right and to be honest I've always been more invested in the Inugang, anyway. But the potential was there.

[episodeoftv]

Round 1 of 8, Group 7 of 8

propaganda and summaries are under the cut (May include spoilers)

Bones: 2.09 Aliens in a Spaceship / 2.10 The Headless Witch in the Woods

tw Dead bodies (two kids), someone gets hit by a car, emergency first aid, blood and gore.

When Hodgins and Brennan are buried alive, it's a race against time and a kidnapper who doesn't negotiate.

Bones and Hodgins have to use their knowledge to help save themselves before they run out of air, while the rest of the crew frantically try to find them in time. Angst, science, and murders. What more could you ask for?

Ressha Sentai Toqger: 1.20 Smiling is Dangerous

tw comedic nudity, Akira gets deadnamed which is :\, Akira-typical suicidal tendencies

Jack-in-the-Box Shadow's ability to send people flying away from him if they laugh affects all the ToQgers except Akira, leading the others to help Akira find his sense of humor or else he may be killed.

wellfor starters, this time Kagura trips during the opening theme song (it changes from episode to episode). We get to see Toqgers 1-5 try to get to know their very depressed, very stoic 6th ranger. there's a bit of intrigue from Glitter (who's in love with Schwartz) and Schwartz (who just wants to focus on being a general), along with Glitter's mom Madam Noire (who's scheming for power by marrying her daughter off to the Emperor) and Baron noticing that at the end. In the meantime, the train kids try to be funny, with disastrous results. The translators did their best, ok? In the end, the Toqgers get some insight into Akira's mindset, although they can't do much about his depression at this point. At this point he doesn't feel worthy of being called their friend. But they all appreciate him, even thought Right totally got upstaged on his plan.

[marblesphere]

Onmyouji AU/Kyubi Kitsune Gojo Satoru

!!Warning!! Suggestive themes, implied smut, violence, blood, angst, FLUFF!

Note: The shikigami mentioned here are real literal gods that were summoned from God's realm. I think that's all.

“WAIT A MINUTE!!!!!! FUMIKO!!!! YOU STILL HAVEN’T FINISHED YOUR MORNING TRAINING!!!!” As usual, the morning started with this sentence.

“AS IF I HAVE TIME TO DO THAT?! YOU STUPID DAD!!!!”

“It’s a peaceful morning as usual.” Hifumi-san, our head maid smiled.

“That’s right.” I nodded as I continued eating my breakfast without batting an eye.

“Hifumi-san!” The shoji door slid open. “Where is my bento?”

“Good morning, Fumi-nee.”

“Good morning, Fuu-chan,” Nee-san replied.

“You are not going to eat breakfast?”

“If I eat breakfast now, I will be late for sure.” She cried.

“FUMIKO!!!!”

“Here you are.” Hifumi-san handed a nice and neatly wrapped lunch box.

“Then, I am going first.” She sped off. Then, Father follows suit while yelling at her.

“Thanks for the food.” I clapped my hands and put down the chopsticks. “I am off to school.” I picked up my schoolbag and the lunch box that had been put aside.

“Please take care, Fuuka-sama.”

“Yes.” ~”~

Hisaki Fumiko 18 years old, my big sister and I, Hisaki Fuuka 18 years old, are twin children of an onmyouji clan. We are from a famous clan which is to be said to be descendants of Abe no Seimei. As you can see, we are fraternal twins, meaning we look different in terms of appearance and personality.

“Why would I have to do the useless training every single morning? It’s not like I will ever use it.” Fumi-nee moaned.

“Because we are Onmyouji?” I blinked.

“Hmph! All Father preached in the morning was praising Fuuka anyway. ‘Learn like Fuuka’; ‘Think like Fuuka’; ‘Act like Fuuka’” She mimicked his voice. “It’s nice to be you, Fuu-chan. No matter what you do, Father never gets angry. Let’s just have you to be the Head.”

“But I don’t want to be the Head.” I giggled. “I’d rather spend my time lazing around.” I smiled.

“I am surprised that Father hasn’t found out that side of you. I wonder what kind of face he would make if he found out his favourite daughter is actually a lazy bum.” Fumi-nee sweatdropped.

“Fumi-nee, you shouldn’t degrade yourself too much. No matter who says it, I know that Fumi-nee is suitable to be the Head. Your spiritual power is also no joke. Father train you harder so you can control it.” I explained.

“Well… It’s true that my spiritual power was said to be second to none. But… as expected, training is hard.” She moaned.

“There there.” I patted her head. “Oh, by the way.” I rummaged in my skirt pocket to take out a gift. “Here.” I put it on her palm, a small rectangular box wrapped in her favourite pink colour. “Happy birthday.”

“Thank you, Fuu-chan.” She beamed. “Can I open it?”

“Sure.” I nodded. Fumi-nee quickly tears open the wrapper and takes out the gift. “This is…”

“A matching bracelet.” I showed her the identical bracelet on my arm. We have the same initials, so the difference lies in the charms. Mine is decorated by foxes, such as; a tori gate, fox mask, little fox and nine-tailed fox with ice blue gem stones in its eyes. Fumi-nee’s charms are boat, omamori, coin money and Kagura Bell; which are the bells in the Kagura are decorated with red gem stones.

“Pretty…” She breathed.

“I know right? I am glad I found these.” I grinned.

“Oh, here, from me.” Fumi-nee also gave me a small neatly wrapped rectangular box. I open the gift and see a necklace, with my initials. “Matching necklace.” She grinned. The same initials with different gemstones.

“We are really twins.” I laughed.

“That’s right.” Fumi-nee nodded happily. ~”~

Coming back from school, we are requested to purify ourselves and then wear kimono. Today is the day when we are going to summon our own shikigamis. In this world, there are a lot of things that can’t be seen by humans. They are the evil spirits and souls of the dead. We, as onmyouji have the task to help them to enter the nirvana to enter the process of reincarnation and vanquish evil spirits which at the same time cleanse their sin, allowing them to enter nirvana.

Every child in each clan will have to summon their own shikigamis at the age of 18. This ceremony is also dubbed as Heir Awakening. The eldest born of each clan will inherit the next Head position in this ceremony. Unless, the second or younger siblings that were born not too far apart, maybe in 3 years age gap, summoned stronger shikigami, then the position of the heir will be given to them.

Now, in this vast hall of Hisaki Mansion, numerous onmyoujis and heirs from other clans are also here, and in the furthest corner, there are some people wearing all black. Those are onmyoujis that don’t have their shikigamis. They only fight with their own strength. There are a lot of theories about them, but the most popular one is that they killed their own shikigamis to absorb their power.

The elders of onmyouji clans don’t like anomalies, that’s why they dubbed those outcasts as sorcerers, not onmyoujis. And calling them to the heir awakening ceremony is just a way to check on them. After all they are dubbed as barbarians that didn’t know manners. It’s just the elders' way to show off.

Fumiko-nee and I begin the ritual and summon our own shikigamis. Suddenly, I heard gasps of surprise and murmurs from the guests as they finally got a clear view of our shikigamis.

“Hoo… someone managed to summon me, this Ebisu… not bad.” The leader of Shichifukujin looked at Fumiko-nee.

“Not only you, she also managed to summon us.” Bishamonten rolled his eyes.

“She is cute. So, I don’t mind her being my master.” Fukurokuju giggled.

“Shichifukujin (The 7 Gods of Fortune)…. As expected from the younger twin, she actually summoned Shichifukujin.” A guest gaped.

“That’s not quite correct. We are summoned by her.” Benzaiten, the bespectacled ikemen smiled, looking at Fumi-nee.

“What?!” Again, this triggers another speculation among them.

When summoning shikigamis, there are two factors that determine the position of the children of the clans. First, the rank of the shikigami. Shikigami is ranked based on how much faith they generated, meaning how worshipped or popular they are in the human realm. The more faith they gained, the more powerful they were.

And the second is, how many shikigamis you summoned. This factor is debatable because if someone owns a lot of weak shikigamis, their standing is still lower than one strong shikigami. But their standing is of course better than the owner of one weak shikigami.

As for Shichifukujin, they are undoubtedly in the top rank of shikigamis. There are some onmyoujis in the past that also have summoned Shichifukujin, but maybe only one or two of them, never the complete set like Fumi-nee. This shows that she is the strongest in this era.

I pick up a small white with glacial blue tips furred fox which is still sleeping soundly without a care about the onlookers here. The small fox snuggles up into my arms and finds a comfortable position to continue sleeping. ‘Cute.’ My eyes softened. But to others, fox shikigami is not rare, and the one I summoned is only a one-tailed fox. The most common type of fox, Yako (field fox). The foxes are said just beginning to amass spiritual power.

Though Father doesn’t show it on his face explicitly, he does feel some disappointment. I can see it from his subtle body language, while the reactions of the guests vary, I can see a lot of them are mocking and laughing at me. Especially children from clans that were always compared to me by their parents.

With this, Fumi-nee is officially the heir. A conclusion that I like very much. Now I can just laze around every day. Eat when I want to eat, play when I want to play and sleep when I want to sleep. The best lifestyle I can ever hope for.

The guests then start swarming the heir and my family, congratulating them. I use this chance to sneak away to follow the sorcerers out.  

“Excuse me!” I called to the sorcerers. The three of them, two males and one female, look young, just hitting their twenties. “Excuse me!” I called them again but they paid no heed to me. My hand rushes to grab the nearest one, the sleeve of the white-headed male with a blindfold.

They finally look at me, rather surprised. “We are sorry, we didn’t know you were calling us, Hisaki-san.” The black-haired guy with a weird bang smiled politely.

“Sorry for grabbing you suddenly.” I released my hold on the white head and bowed in apology, making sure the small fox was still resting comfortably in my arms.

“So, is there anything you need from us?” The white head asked with a mocking tone.

“Satoru.” His friend gave him a stern look.

“It’s fine. I was the rude one. But I just want to ask if it’s okay to leave this little one with me.” I looked at the whitehead.

“Why are you asking that?” He frowned.

“Why, you ask?” I blinked, tilting my head. “But this little one is the piece of your soul, isn’t it?” I said.

“…” They looked at me with serious expression.

“My eyes are very perceptive in discerning things that normal humans can’t see. And I won’t ask why you do this, this is your privacy and I don’t intend to pry it. It’s just I am worried about what will happen if you are too far apart from your soul.” I said.

“What if I say I will die if I am too far with it?” The white head asked.

“Oh… then, I will have no choice but to give it back to you…” I said, a pang of disappointment filled my chest. ‘And to think I have taken a liking to it. What a shame.’

“You won’t get angry?” His tone was taken aback.

“Why would I?”

“What he meant is, don’t you want to compete with your eldest sister to be the heir?” The bang guy said.

“No. I don’t want to be an heir. It’s too troublesome. I just want to spend my days lazing with this little fox. Play when bored, eat when I want, sleep when I want. The best lifestyle.” I nodded to myself.

“Pfttt…” The black-haired girl is trying to hold her laughter.

“You like this one?” The white head picked up the little fox by its scurf and it still not waking up.

“Yes.” I nodded. His lips then curl into a smirk.

“Then, I will leave it to you.” He put it back into my arms. “Don’t worry about me. Nothing will happen to me just because a small piece of my soul is missing.” He smirked.

“Really? Thank you very much, Tenko-san (Tenko = Celestial Fox).” I smiled.

“You know we are Tenko. Impressive.” The bang guy smiled.

“You are black Tenko…” I pointed to the bang guy, “And he is white Tenko.” I pointed to the other guy, “And this sister is Sukuna-biko (The goddess of healing).”

“Hoo… I can’t believe you can even guess what I am.” The big sister smiled.

“Well, Hisaki-chan…”

“Just Fuuka is fine.”

“Okay, Fuuka-chan, I guess I need a favour from you-“

“I know. I won’t tell the others that you are all Gods.” I knew what he was going to say. “Including my sister.” I finished.

“Well then, we best get going.” The bang guy laughed and started walking again.

“From now on, your name will be Tenko. Nice to meet you, Tenko.” I looked at the sleeping fox.

“Kyuu!” Tenko answered in his sleep.

“Hehe.” ~”~

“Fumi-nee. Are you alright?” I looked at my sister who was laying down on the floor like dead.

“No…more…” She moaned.

“Oi! You!” The shoji slid open, revealing Ebisu-dono. “The training hasn’t finished yet.”

“I don’t want to!” Fumi-nee cried out as her hands firmly planted on the door while being dragged by Ebisu-dono.

“You need to control your spiritual power.” Ebisu-dono gnashed his teeth. “I have never seen an idiot that blows up the whole building just to exorcise a small weak yokai.”

“It’s not my fault!”

“It’s your fault!” They argued.

“Kyuu…”

“Are you hungry? Want to eat inarizushi?” I looked at the small fox in my lap.

“Kyu!”

“I want to!” Fumi-nee replied.

“You need your training.” Ebisu-dono glared. “If you can’t master it today, no dinner for you.”

“No way…”

“Good luck, Fumi-nee.” I encouraged my sister who is being dragged away.

“…Demon…” Fumi-nee cried a river.

“Shall we go?”

“Kyu!”

The two of us go to the kitchen to see if there are some inarizushi. “Sorry, Fuuka-sama. There is no more inarizushi. Fukurojuku-sama just ate the whole thing.” Hifumi-san apologized.

“Kyuuuu….” Tenko’s folded its ears.

“Don’t worry. Let’s go buy some.”

“Kyu! Kyu! Kyu!” Tenko jumped into the top of my head and danced excitedly.

“Please be careful on your way, Fuuka-sama.”

“Yes. I will see you later.” I went back to my room to take a small purse. Now, the two of us are walking in the busy street, with Tenko resting on the top of my head.

“Four inarizushi please.”

“Right away.”

“It’s 670 yen.”

“Here you are.” I handed the store owner the bill.

“Thank you very much. Please come again.”

“Let’s go to the park,” I whispered.

“Kyu!”

So, now sitting on the bench park, Tenko is demolishing the inarizushi. Sometimes I wonder where all of the food went.

“Is it delicious?”

“Kyu!” It nodded.

“You are a messy eater.” I giggled as I picked the rice from the corner of its mouth.

“Kyu, kyu!” It was saying thank you and then continued to eat.

“Aren’t you the brat from Hisaki family?”

“Ah, Tenko-san.” I greeted in acknowledgement at the white-haired Celestial Fox.

“Kyu?” Tenko looked at me as I called out to the white-haired Celestial Fox.

“Ah, sorry, Tenko. I was not calling you.” I stroked its fur.

“…You named it Tenko?” The male asked in a deadpan tone.

“That’s right.” I nodded.

“Then, just call me Satoru.” Tenko-san, no, Satoru then plopped next to Tenko while eyeing it.

“Kyu!” Tenko quickly hid its food.

“I won’t take it from you.” Satoru rolled his eyes as I giggled.

“Tenko, sharing is caring.” I reprimanded softly.

“Kyuuu…” Tenko looked at me with pitiful eyes and then slowly and reluctantly broke a small piece of inarizushi to give it to its counterpart.

“I’d rather eat hers than yours.” Satoru snorted.

“Ah, you want mine?” I blinked owlishly. “Here.” I broke half of mine for him. Granted, it’s much larger than Tenko’s.

“I prefer sweets though.” He muttered under his breath.

“Oh… Sorry, I didn’t buy some.”

“…I don’t mean to rebuke you.” He shot back. “Ah, forget it.” Satoru stood up. I thought he was going to walk away until he stopped in front of me, bent down a little, took my hand which still holding Inarizushi and ate it. “…It’s more delicious than usual.” He mumbled.

“Want more?” I held out the other half. His eyes turned into slits for a split second.

“You can’t do that Satoru.” It’s the voice of the black Tenko. “You should treat her to a meal. Not the other way around.”

“Shut up, Suguru.” Satoru barked.

“Good evening, Ten-“

“Just call him Suguru.”

“Oh, okay. Good evening, Suguru.”

“Good evening Fuuka-chan. Are you also enjoying a walk?” He smiled kindly.

“No, I bought some inarizushi for Tenko to eat,” I answered.

“Tenko?” Suguru tilted his head.

“It’s the fox’s name,” Satoru explained to him.

“You named the fox Tenko?” Suguru asked again.

“Yes.”

“…It’s a very…unique name.” Suguru struggled to get the word out of his mouth.

“Want some?” I offered him the inarizushi leftover.

“That’s…”

“It’s mine.” Satoru chomped my hand, eating it all.

“Kyu!” Tenko suddenly flew to Satoru’s face, “Kyu! Kyu! Kyu!” and attacked him.

“You damn fox!”

“Why are you scolding yourself?” Suguru sweatdropped. “Let’s snap some pic for Shoko.” He then pulled out his phone.

“Tenko.” I called sternly.

“Kyuu…” Tenko backed down and planted itself on my lap. Its head is trying to nuzzle my palm.

“No.”

“Kyuuu…” Its eyes are watery now.

“My hand is greasy and dirty,” I told it. “Wait until I cleaned it first.”

“Kyu!” Tenko rummaged my purse for tissue which I always kept some just in case. “Kyu!” Then it presents the tissue for me.

“Thank you.” I smiled.

“It’s smarter and more gentlemanly than you.” Suguru looked at Satoru.

“It’s still me. It’s already in my blood to be a gentleman.” Satoru smirked.

“You just want to get the last word, don’t you?” Suguru sighed.

“Shall we eat more?”

“Kyu!”

“Okay, Taiyaiki it is then.”

“What? You are going to eat sweets? Then I am going too.” Satoru said.

“Satoru, it’s not a gentlemanly munching off from a girl.”

“I am going to treat her.” Satoru rolled his eyes. “Come here.” He demanded.

I blink once, twice and then stand in front of him. “Not close enough.” Satoru pulled me to him. “Hold tight.” He wrapped one of his hands around me. “We are going to fly.” With that warning, I tighten my hold on him.

We stop in the air. “Whoaa…” It’s my first time experiencing this. “Can you go higher?”

“I can, but it will be colder.”

“Oh, that’s too bad.” My smile dropped. Satoru then lands us on an inconspicuous spot near the said Taiyaki stall.

“Old man, I want five Taiyakis.”

“Oh, Satoru-kun. You are eating Taiyaki again today?” The stall owner asked with a laugh.

“I brought a guest today.” I peeked out from his back.

“Your girlfriend?” The stall owner teased.

“She is cute, isn’t she?” Satoru smirked. “Since I show you my cute girlfriend, you better give me some freebies.”

“Okay okay. I will throw in two free Taiyakis for you.” The stall owner laughed out loud. “Ojou-chan, what flavours do you want?”

I look at Satoru and see him nod. Then I pick some of my favourite flavours. The stall owner really did throw freebies for us.

“It’s delicious.” I can feel the harmonious flavour of the skin and the fillings.

“I know right? That was one of my favourite stalls.”

“You have many more?” I asked with sparkling eyes.

“Of course. I have a lot across Japan.” He said smugly.

“Then, when I go to a new place, I will ask you for a recommendation.” I beamed. “Oh…” My smile faded again.

“What’s wrong?”

“No, I just think how should I communicate to you? Can I use Tenko?”

“Kyu!” Tenko shook its head, opposing my suggestion.

“Why do you need this,” He picked up Tenko by its scurf again, “when you can use a phone?”

“Grrrr!!!!” Tenko growled at Satoru.

“But I don’t have your number.”

“Give it to me.” Satoru extended his palm to me.

“Here.” A while later, he gave it back with his contact in my phone, which listed as ‘The most Amazing Awesome Satoru.’

“Thank you, Satoru.” I flashed him a smile. “Ah, it’s already late. Tenko, we are going home.”

“Kyu.” Tenko perched on the top of my head again.

“I will take you home.” Satoru wrapped his hands around me again and in an instant, we were back at the front door of Hisaki Mansion.

“Teleportation…” I looked at him in awe.

“Well then, bye.” Satoru took his share of Taiyakis and disappeared. ~”~

You know a drama will happen in every big gathering of clans like this. The sad thing is, I am in the centre of the said drama.

“Oh my, look who’s coming here?” Female A snorted. “I thought it was the big shot of Sichifukujin master. It turns out, the spare part.”

“You forgot to add useless in front of spare part.” Female B giggled.

“Grrrr!” Tenko snarled.

“At least I am still a spare part, unlike you, non-recyclable trash. A completely worthless trash.” I smiled.

“You!” Female A’s face twisted into a rage.

“By the way, who you are again?” I frowned, trying to remember. “I have no idea which worthless trash you are. Please excuse me.” I saw Shoko waving to me and my eyes brightened.

“A perfect comeback.” Suguru praised me as soon as I was in earshot.

“Thank you. But I truly don’t know who are they. I just know they must come from some family that were always compared to me.”

“There’s no need for you to remember trash’s names.” Satoru sneered.

“Will do.” I beamed. For the duration of the gathering, I just spent my time hanging around with them. Watching Tenko and Satoru quarrel with each other.

“Fuu-chan.” Fumi-nee came over with her shikigamis.

“Oh, Fumi-nee.”

“Are you alright? Did she say something bad to you? I am sorry I couldn’t help you just now.” She apologized.

“It’s fine, Fumi-nee. I knew you were surrounded to even move an inch.” I smiled.

“I am just glad that you are okay…” She trailed off as she looked at my friends. Fumi-nee quickly pulls me to the side. “They didn’t do anything to you, did they?” She whispered.

“They aren’t. They are keeping me company. They are much better than those non-recyclable trash.” I answered.

“I see…” She smiled in relief. “…What are you doing, Ebisu?” Fumi-nee frowned at her shikigami. For some reason, Ebisu-dono is glaring at Satoru. No, not only Satoru, Ebisu-dono is glaring at the three of them.

“Ebisu-dono, is there any problem with my friends?” I stepped in between them.

“…No, it’s nothing.” He finally backed off. ~”~

“Fuuka…” Father sighed.

“Yes, Father?” I sat in seiza opposite of him. Father called me right after the gathering ended. I was vaguely aware of what he was going to talk about.

“Are you befriending with those sorcerers?”

“Yes. At least they have better manners than those non-recyclable trash.” I answered without missing a beat.

“…Haah…” Father exhaled a sigh. “I had high expectations of you. Even though your spiritual energy was not big, its quality is excellent. I did have an expectation that you could summon a better shikigami than a Yako…”

“Father, I have told you again and again. I have no interest in the heir position. That is Fumi-nee’s. No matter what, the fact she summoned all of Shichifukujin is worth praise. Tell me, which one of the previous generation is capable of this feat?”

“…”

“There was none. Fumi-nee is the first. She is the true heir of Hisaki family. No matter what you or other people say, it’s her destiny as the eldest child of Hisaki. Fumi-nee will properly lead Hisaki clan. She will become the strongest in her generation, maybe even in history.”

“Your eyes… Don’t tell me…”

“I can see nothing. That was the only dream I have been showed to.” I said. If I say something else, Father will keep pushing me as an heir. “I will keep supporting Fumi-nee as the second child of Hisaki clan.”

“…If you say so…” Father relented.

“You shouldn’t tell her to act and learn like me. Fumi-nee should be like Fumi-nee. That’s the best for her and Hisaki clan.”

“…Understood.” ~”~

Yes, this is the way it should be. Fumi-nee will take the spotlight like she is supposed to and I will support her from behind. But…

“Fuu-chan… I am sorry… I can’t bear it anymore…” Fumi-nee looked at me with tears streaming down her face.

“Fumi-nee…” I frowned.

“If…If you really consider me as your precious twin sister, please go away… leave Hisaki clan…” She sobbed. “I can’t bear to be kept compared to you…” She gripped my shoulders. “Even Ebisu said you were better than me. If you are here, I can’t be the only heir, I can’t be the only one, I want people to look at me, I want Ebisu to look at me, not you…” She cried. “That’s why… please… please disappear…”

“…I understand…” I nodded. “I will pack my suitcase now. The things I left should be thrown away and burnt.” I said.

“Will you really…” Fumi-nee looked at me wide-eyed.

“Yes. You are my sister after all. I will throw away Hisaki’s name too, if that would make you better. You can also cross me out from our family tree. Just tell father that I suddenly decided that myself.”

“Thank you… Thank you, Fuu-chan. I am sorry, I am sorry for being like this… I am sorry, Fuu-chan…” She cried.

“It’s fine, Fumi-nee.” I patted her head. “Help me pack my suitcase? Just take it as the last favour from your little sister.”

“Of course.” Fumi-nee nodded. ~”~

“So… where should I sleep tonight?” I looked at the night sky from a park, the park where we used to play together. Father is out for a business trip, so, I can easily sneak out with Fumi-nee’s help. From today onward, I am no longer Hisaki Fuuka. I am just a plain Fuuka.

“Kyuu…”

“What’s wrong?” I looked at Tenko. “Are you sad we can no longer laze around?”

“…kyuu..” It shook its head.

“Thank you for worrying about me.” I smiled. “Don’t worry. Fumi-nee said she would keep sending me pocket money for my livelihood. We still can laze around as long as we find an apartment.”

“…Kyuu…kyu…” Tenko suddenly pushed itself into my handbag and pulled out my phone. It even scrolled down the contact name until it stopped into The Most Amazing Awesome Satoru and then gave it to me. “Kyu!”

“You want me to call him?” I titled my head.

“Kyu! Kyu kyu!”

“Hmm… I don’t think Satoru would like to be involved in this kind of troublesome matter.” I put on an expressionless face.

“Kyu!” Tenko hit the call button, ignoring my musing.

“Moshi Moshi, Fuu-chan, are you going to have another round of sweet tours? If so, I will go to your house right now.” The other side of the person answered like this. It’s already a routine to us that I will call him if I want to have sweets, he will be the transportation and I will foot the bill.

“Sorry, Satoru. Tenko suddenly called you. I will hang up now.” I said as I ended the call.

“Kyu!” Tenko stomped its front foot out of frustration.

“Tenko, it’s not nice to involve other people in our trouble.” I sighed.

“And it’s even more rude to hang up on the call suddenly.” A new grumpy, pouting voice chimed.

“Ah?” I found Satoru is already in front of me.

“So, what’s with this suitcase? Running away from home? See, I told you those clans are annoying, it’s better to stay far away from them.” He gave a ‘I told you so’ face.

“Kyu!” Tenko flew to Satoru’s face. It’s going to share its memories with him. This can be done only by touching its paw or if Satoru wants, he actually can use Tenko’s body or see through Tenko’s eyes and see its memories. But Tenko needs to touch Satoru to share its senses and memories. As for why he flies to his face. It’s just how Tenko likes it.

“…This damn fox!” Satoru pulled away Tenko with a growl. “You can just share it normally.” These two are glaring at each other now.

“Kyu! Kyu kyu kyu!” Tenko flailed its limbs.

“…So, where are you going to stay from now on?” Satoru looked at me.

“I am going to stay in the hotel for the night and will search for an apartment starting tomorrow. Fortunately, it’s summer holiday now. I have the time to do it.”

“You just accepted the fact you were kicked out from your own clan because of your sister’s damn insecurity?” He hissed.

“I know I’d hate it too if I am being compared to. So, I understand her feeling.”

“But that doesn’t mean she has to kick you out!” He countered.

“It’s fine.” I shook my head. “I choose this myself. If I stayed there, Father would say something silly about me being an heir. I don’t want that position, so if I was kicked out and no longer from Hisaki clan, Father can’t do it anymore.” I smiled.

“…Let’s go.”

“Go to where?”

“My house. You are going to stay there from now on.”

“Won’t it be troubling you?”

“You won’t. Besides, this damn fox will keep calling for me if I don’t do this.” Satoru lifted Tenko by its scurf again.

“Kyu!” Tenko gave him its toothy smile.

“Then, I will have to trouble you.” Satoru then teleported us back right into his house. He, Suguru and Shoko are all neighbours, plus there are also some other Gods I have seen in this residential complex.

Satoru dropped us right in the middle of his living room, where Suguru, Shoko, and another two Gods with blonde and black hair watching TV, and munching snacks.

“Fuu-chan?” Suguru and Shoko blinked.

“Kon’nichiwa. Pardon for the intrusion.” I smiled sheepishly at my unannounced arrival.

“Satoru, explain this. Why did you kidnap Fuu-chan? I know she is cute and all, but-“

“Get your mind out of the gutter.” We could hear Satoru hollers from upstairs. He has taken my suitcase away.

“Please don’t blame Satoru. He was only helping me.” I quickly explained before the misunderstanding spiralled out of control.

“Aren’t I kind? I offer her a shelter. See how gentlemanly I am.” Satoru smirked as he praised himself.

“Tsk.” The blonde God who I learnt to be Nanami Kento-san clicked his tongue.

“You are really kind, Gojo-san.” The black-haired one, Haibara Yu nodded his head eagerly.

“Yu, don’t praise this blockhead or his ego will get bigger.” Shoko frowned.

“So, what are you going to do from now on?” Suguru asked me.

“Hmm… First, I will need to finish high school, then college and then get a job. Since Fumi-nee will keep sending support money, I won’t lack anything.” I said.

“So, if she suddenly changed her mind and cut off the support? What then?” Satoru knitted his forehead.

“Hmm… I don’t think she will do that. But I have actually opened another personal bank account without my family knowing, I always save some money over there. so, even if she suddenly cut off the support, it wouldn’t trouble me that much. I can use my savings.” I said.

“Well, I don’t think money will be a problem. You can exorcise some cursed spirits to make money.” Suguru smiled.

“That’s right. I can also do that.” I nodded.

“Your room will be on the second floor, beside mine,” Satoru said.

“The unused guest room finally makes its debut.” Shoko laughed.

“Thank you, Satoru, I will have trouble you for a while.” I thanked him.

“You are going to move out?”

“After I found an apartment. This place is like a safe haven for you, Gods. I don’t want to intrude too long.” I said.

*Flick* Satoru gives me a flick on my forehead. “Just stay however long you want to. No one would dare to say anything.”

“That’s right.” Suguru chuckled. “Besides, you are his master. So, it’s fine to take advantage of your shikigami.”

“Eh?” Haibara-san blinked.

“Oh? You didn’t notice? This small fox here is a part of Satoru, you know?” Suguru smiled amusingly.

“Yes, no, I mean, I feel like they are connected somehow, but I have never thought…” Haibara-san stammered.

“There you have it. Hisaki Fuuka-chan here is the master of this Dumber.” Shoko said unceremoniously.

“I am not a Hisaki anymore. I told Fumi-nee to cross me out from the family tree if that would make her feel better.” I interjected. “So, I am now only Fuuka.”

“You didn’t need to go that far.” Nanamin frowned.

“It’s fine. That was what I decided.” I shook my head, thankful for his thoughtful thought.

“Then, from now on, you are Gojo Fuuka. Since you are my master, using my name is not a big deal.”

“Oh? You are finally admitting Fuu-chan as your master?” Suguru teased.

“Shut up.” Satoru rolled his eyes. ~”~

I spent my summer break at Satoru’s house and we got closer as time went by. He is now more comfortable with physical touch. He likes to have his hair played while laying down on my lap, to which he has to fight with Tenko first, to see which one will have my lap today. But that activity is reserved when no one comes over. If there’s someone who comes over, he will just sit beside me, his designated seat is basically beside mine.

“Satoru, I made some shaved ice. What flavour of syrup do you want?” I asked the taller male who was lounging on the sofa, spreading his legs.

“Blue Hawaii.”

“Okay.” I pour the blue syrup over the shaved ice. Since Satoru allowed me to stay here for free. I think about what should I do to at least repay him. So, here I am, trying to cook or bake some sweets for him. It’s all still in the learning process though, but I managed to make the easiest one.

“Here.” I handed him his shaved ice. Satoru then makes a room for me to sit. The two of us just sit in silence, eating shaved ice while watching whatever is on the TV. I also feed Tenko from time to time.

“Satoru…”

“What?”

“Can I sleep on your lap too?”

“…what?” He blinked rapidly.

“I was just wondering. It’s fine if you don’t want to.”

“No. That’s not what I mean.” He said quickly. “I thought I heard it wrong.” He mumbled. “Come here.” He patted his thigh.

“Okay.” I laid down my head on his lap. “It’s pretty hard.”

“Because I am well defined.” He grinned. His hand automatically goes to my hair, playing with it. I let out a content hum as my eyes started to close.

‘This is nice…’

 The next time I woke up, I was on a bed that smelled like wisteria flower, tucked with blanket. Tenko is sleeping beside me. “Satoru…” I mumbled as I made my way to the living room, with the wisteria-smelling blanket on me and Tenko in my arms. I heard loud voices from there, so he must be there.

“Fuu-chan, you are awake? Come here, we are having pizza.” Shoko called out to me. The living room is crowded with Satoru and his other friends as usual. I blink sleepily, walk past her and sit down on Satoru’s lap instead of the space she offered. I didn’t even notice they quieted down and stared at us wide-eyed.

“Why are you here if you are still sleepy?” Satoru grumbled but adjusted so I could sit more comfortably.

“Hungry…”

“Which one do you want?”

“The most delicious one…” I mumbled.

“…Here…” A pizza was brought to my mouth. “Why are you taking my blanket with you?”

“It smells good like you.” I nom’ed slowly at the offered pizza.

“…Eat slowly.”

“…mm…” I nodded.

“Damn fox. There’s none for you.” Satoru pushed Tenko away with his other hand.

“…So, you two did the deed?” Suguru was the first one to speak.

“Get your damn mind from dirty gutter. We did nothing.” Satoru growled at his best friend. After eating a slice of pizza, my mind is more sober.

“What is everyone watching?” I blinked.

“Some rom-com movie about onmyouji.” Suguru smiled.

“Oh… Is that fun?”

“It’s hella funny.” Suguru laughed. Thus I spent the rest of the day watching rom-com movies with them. ~”~

I thought I wouldn’t be meeting with my family anytime soon. But it’s sooner than expected. The onmyouji clans are hosting another big event again, It’s a competition match between heirs. In short, a show-off gathering. Well, it’s actually not only heirs but every child of the clans. But they are considered as exhibition matches. The main attraction is the match between heirs. So, why am I here? It’s because as usual, sorcerers are invited.

My entrance along with Sorcerers cause unsavory gossip to spread. Not that I mind much, as long as they don’t court death by talking it in front of me. Fumi-nee sends me a look and then approaches us, I know what she wants to ask.

“She is with me. Got a problem?” Satoru stepped out between us.

“But she is…”

“She came here not as Hisaki Fuuka nor a stray onmyouji. She has registered as one of us, Sorcerer. Her name now is Gojo Fuuka.”

“Oh…” This declaration caused another spark of gossip. Saying that I must sleep with Satoru to get a position. Well, it’s not wrong. I do sleep with him sometimes, like when we were napping together. Either he is on my lap or the other way around.

Since I am not in any clan anymore, I won’t be able to participate in the competition. So, I am just going to watch with other sorcerers.

“I request a match between Hisaki Fumiko and Gojo Fuuka.” Someone suddenly said. The instant, the whole gathering is in uproar. They all want to see the match between me and Fumi-nee.

“Tsk.” Satoru clicked his tongue.

“I also request a match between me and Fuu-c, Gojo Fuuka,” Fumi-nee said.

“That damn girl.” Satoru is hissing, Tenko is also growling while other sorcerers are frowning.

“I understand.” I sighed as I got up.

“You can’t be serious.” Satoru looked at me in disbelief.

“It’s fine.” I smiled. “In exchange, I also have a request,” I said. The onmyouji clans are frowning this time. “Don’t worry, I won’t ask for getting back Hisaki name,” I said. “Instead, after this match, please don’t bother me again and don’t talk or gossip about me or these people. That is my request.”

“I swear on my name as Hisaki Fumiko and as the heir of Hisaki clan.”

“Thank you,” I said. I stepped down to the arena and Fumi-nee did the same.

“Seeing as you only own one shikigami, I shall fight with only one shikigami too,” Fumi-nee said.

“Thank you for your generosity,” I said calmly.

Fumi-nee chooses Bishamonten instead of Ebisu, the strongest. Well, let’s just finish this quickly and they won’t bother me ever again. It’s ironic, seeing we are still wearing the matching accessories that we bought for each other on our 18th birthday.

Bishamonten, the god of war, fighting with Tenko, a yako. This is just a joke for all of them to see. Though I don’t plan on hurting Tenko. Even though I don’t have the same quantity of spiritual power as Fumi-nee, the quality of my spiritual power is much higher. If spiritual were to be ranked, it would look like this.

Hisaki Fumiko

Quantity: EX

Quality: A

Gojo Fuuka

Quantity: C

Quality: EX

With my quality being the highest, I have an easier time refining my spiritual power to the finest detail. And that’s what I am going to do throughout this battle. Fumi-nee might have more in quantity and I don’t know how much better her control has improved, but I still can put up quite a fight.

“Kyuu…”

“You stay here.” I smiled at the fox in my arms. I begin to construct a barrier around me, Bishamonten has noticed it and flew straight to me. in exchange, instead of a barrier, I turn the spiritual power into a spear, meeting him head-on. The impact causes a loud explosion and flying dust and smoke.

“Not bad.” Bishamonten landed on his feet safely, but I have no plan for dilly-dallying. I have already begun to weave another spell. I throw out some talisman papers to act as a distraction. They are going to fire small energy balls to them, giving me some time to finish my spell.

Countless spears begin to form behind me. Each of them contains the five elements, fire, earth, gold, water, and wood. “Too slow.” Bishamonten with his large bastard sword, shot through the cloud of smoke and dust, aiming straight at me.

But countless chains spring through the ground, wounding themselves onto him. “What!”

I weaved two spells at the same time, for the elemental spears and binding. Now he enters the designated territory, the binding spell is activated.

“Bishamonten!” Fumi-nee prepared herself to fire a large energy ball. I command one of my elemental spears to hinder her. Fumi-nee concentration is weak. She won’t be able to dodge and attack at the same time. My aim is not to fight them face-on. This is all distraction. As long as I can get Fumi-nee out of the ring, it will be my win. This is the rule after all. So, the gold spear will aim for the ground.

“Eh? Kyaa!” Fumi-nee screamed as she lost balance.

“Master!” Bishamonten is also distracted by his master’s scream and I slammed the rest of the elemental spears on him. He won’t die, will he? He is still one of the Sichifukujin after all.

“It’s my win, isn’t it?” I looked at now ring out Fumi-nee.

“No…way…” She looked at me wide-eyed.

“Are you alright?” I extended my hand to Fumi-nee.

“…You…hypocrite!” She slapped my hand away.

*thump*

“I don’t need your pity. You said you aren’t going to take anything away from me. But you embarrassed me here, in the end, you took everything away!” She hissed. “You are a liar!” Fumi-nee pulled herself up.

The pain in my heart is more painful than the physical pain I just received.

“Fuu-chan!!!” I was snapped awake from my daze by a scream. But it was too late, a large shikigami hand, which I recognized as my father’s swung its fist at me, knocking me all the way to the other side.

“*cough**cough*” All air was knocked out from my lungs with that one impact. My body is in pain.

“I have no child like you.” Father spat out and then walked away.

“Fuu-chan!” My friends rushed to me. But Satoru is especially angry, he looks ready to kill. His glacial blue eyes are shining eerily.

“Sa…toru…” I struggled to call out his name.

“Don’t talk first. Let me heal you.” Shoko scolded.

“…No…Satoru… You can’t…” I tried to speak again. If he rampages here and now, he will expose himself and the others as Gods. Those elders of the clans will then want to covet him and the others.

I don’t know if my worry was heard or if he decided they weren’t worth killing in exchange for exposing his secret, Satoru walks to me. “Can you heal her?” He asked Shoko.

“Yeah, I will definitely patch her up. Let’s go back first.” Shoko said.

“Let’s go.” Satoru slipped his arm under my knees and back, lifting me up with ease. “Sleep. You will be fine after you wake up.” My body followed his command and I fell asleep just like that. ~”~

After the whole fiasco, I often find myself in a daze. Father… no he is not my father anymore. The voices of the current head of the Hisaki clan and the heir are ringing in my ears.

“You hypocrite!”

“Hypocrite!”

“Hypocrite!”

“I have no child like you!”

“Kyuu…” Tenko nuzzled its soaking-wet fur to my cheek, trying to give me some warmth.

“Ah… It’s raining…” I mumbled. I don’t even notice the sky is pouring down.

“Fuu…” I heard a familiar set of footsteps and voices. I turn around and see the same soaking-wet Satoru. “Come here…” He held out his hands. My feet automatically walk to him.

“*sob*” A choked sob escaped my lips as soon as my head was buried in his chest, and my hands fisted his black uniform.

“I am here. It’s okay, I won’t be leaving you…” He repeated the same words over and over again like a mantra. I don’t remember how we got back, except that I cried a lot. Shoko who has been worried sick of my sudden disappearance, is now scolding me which was joined by Nanamin and Suguru.

Then I was ushered to have a warm bath by the said doctor. Have my hair dried by Suguru and being coddled just by everyone. I know it’s their own form of comforting me. Something I have never thought I need. And Satoru grows more overprotective of me. I lost a family, but at the same time, I gained another family. The world truly works in a weird way, but I was strangely at peace. ‘I hope this peace will last forever.’

After that incident, the Sorcerers refused to attend any gathering of onmyouji clans again. They cut any contact coming from them, so they wouldn’t upset me.

“Satoru.” I peered up at him from my position, which was lying atop his body, with feet tangled to each other, Tenko was sleeping peacefully on the side.

“Hm?” Satoru hummed, his hand not ceasing to stroke my hair.

“I have met you once before, right? A long time ago.”

Satoru halted his movement and peered down at me. “Really?”

“Yeah, you kicked me back to the human world.” I nodded.

“I did not kick you back.” He denied. “I sent you back peacefully.”

“You did.” I huffed. “You literally kicked me out after taking me to the boundaries.”

“…I…” Satoru was rendered speechless.

“You did, right?”

“…Yeah… I did…” he sighed in defeat.

“So… was that promise still valid?”

“Fuu… That’s…”

“Was that promise of going to take me as a bride still valid?” I stared at his mesmerizing eyes.

“Do you still want to be my bride?” Satoru whispered.

“I won’t be asking if I don’t want to,” I answered.

“You becoming my bride meaning you will cease to be human. You will be neither human nor a god. But you will be a being that is closer to God.”

“Like a spirit?”

“It can be said like that, but you are in a higher level of normal spirit.” He sighed. “And that’s not all. Becoming my bride also means you will share your life together with me, you will basically be immortal like me. You will live as long as I live.”

“…If…if living forever means spending my time by your side forever, it doesn’t seem that bad,” I said. “Even though you said immortal, I will still die if I receive a fatal wound, won’t I?”

“Yeah, it’s the same case with every other god. The only difference is that gods can be reborn as long as they have faith. But you, Fuu, might perish completely, even your soul. It’s important to place a spell on you so that you can be reborn again as a human.”

“Will you be reborn too?” I asked softly.

“No.”

“Why?”

“Unlike other Tenkos who were born from normal foxes and trained to be Tenko. I was born as Tenko. Something that is unprecedented. I am an abnormal existence even in the realm of Gods. So, I am not even sure what will happen after my death.”

“Then even more so you should spend your life happily,” I said. “And I am happy when I am with you. In the end, Satoru, you and I are pretty similar.” I smiled. “We didn’t know what would happen after our death. So, I’d rather spend time with someone who makes me happy.”

“…You really…” Satoru sighed. “A fox is very possessive of his person, especially if that person is his spouse. The moment you bound yourself to me, you won’t be able to escape anywhere. No matter where you run, I will still find you and plant you by my side. It sounds romantic in theory, but it’s not. It’s like having a yandere following you everywhere.”

“But I like having a yandere Satoru.” My lips curled into a smile.

“…” Satoru blinked once, twice and then a blush spread on his cheeks.

“So, will you take me as your bride now? Or should I take you as my bride? I don’t mind either way.”

“You won’t regret it?”

“I won’t. Even if I say I will, it’s not like you will be letting me go.” My mouth twitched. His tails which somehow came out without me noticing have tangled themselves into me, preventing me from getting up from this position, much less running away.

“Well then…” Satoru flipped his body, so I was now lying on my back. His nine tails, some are pinning my hands above my head, some are wrapping themselves to my legs, some are sensually sliding up and down on my thighs, some are even rubbing themselves into my private parts, eliciting a mewl out of me.

Satoru’s nose flared as he heard that sound and his pupils turn to slits. A feral growl is coming out from his throat. “Satoru…”

“I told you, I won’t let you go even if you regret it now.” He let out a possessive growl.

That low voice of his makes me shiver and I unconsciously try to rub my thighs which was actually rubbing to his soft fluffy tail instead and it creates even more pleasurable friction. “Not that.” I shook my head. “…What about Tenko?” My head cocked to the side where Tenko is still snoring away.

“…Let’s kick this damn fox out.” Satoru smiled. Tenko sensing the impending danger opens its eyes and huffs and then butts its head to Satoru’s hand.

“…” Satoru looks at the small fox blankly. “You want to come back?” He blinked.

“What does it say?” I sat up, still being tangled by the tails though.

“It weighs the pros and cons of being a separate part of my soul. And now decided it’s better to merge back with me.”

“Oh… Tenko is going to vanish then…” Disappointment is evident in my deflated tone.

“Well… It won’t be necessarily like that.” Satoru said.

“What do you mean?” I blinked.

“Wait a moment.” Satoru grabbed Tenko and opened his mouth to eat it.

“What are you doing?!” It was the first time that I raised my voice in surprise.

“…Taking back my soul?” Satoru tilted his head.

“…Can you use other ways aside from eating?” I sweatdropped.

“Then…” Tenko then turns into a ball of light and is absorbed back into Satoru’s body. Satoru then plucks some fur from his tail and turns the said fur into…

“Tenko!!” I gasped in surprise seeing Tenko again.

“I absorbed my soul back. Now this is sort of my clone without my soul. But it has the memories of it being Tenko.” Satoru explained.

“Thank you, Satoru.” I picked up Tenko and rubbed its cheek into mine.

“Well, now that it’s all settled.” Satoru plucked Tenko from my arm by its scurf and threw it out of the room, ignoring its cry of protest. “Now, I am going to spend a lovely time with my beloved bride. There shouldn’t be any interruption from vulgar fox.” Satoru smirked. Again, I was trapped by the tails in the same position again, except this time, the owner of the said tails was unbuttoning my shirt.

“You know, Fuu, there was some kind of stupid myth that said how long a fox mated to its mate according to how many its tails were. I think I should have made that stupid myth become reality now.”

“I don’t think there was a myth like that,” I mumbled, averting my eyes, and feeling my cheeks warm up at his statement.

“That’s why I said it was a stupid myth.” Satoru’s tail came up to caress the newly exposed skin and flesh, while his hands were already on the next stage, pulling down my shorts.

“Well then, my bride, shall we enjoy our honeymoon?” Satoru nipped my inner thigh. “I will make sure to drown you in my love within these nine days.” He chuckled. “Until you can’t live without me.” ~”~

“Ah, they are finally coming out from their love nest,” Suguru commented as he saw his best friend finally emerge from his veiled bedroom after nine whole days. He wonders if Fuu-chan is alright. His best friend’s way of showing love is rather extreme. Satoru is the holder of the title unequalled. Not like he, himself is any different. It’s just he hasn’t found who is worthy of his love yet.

“…What happened to Fuu-chan?” Shoko looked at Satoru accusingly.

“She is fast asleep. Won’t be waking up soon.” Satoru plopped on the sofa, spreading his legs.

“She… was not broken, right?” Nanamin was actually worried about that girl whom he considered a little sister.

“I won’t break my wife, Nanamin.” Satoru rolled his eyes, but he understood the concern. “The moment I have taken her as my bride, she ceased to be human. She won’t break because of simple matter.”

“…Having sexual intercourse for 9 days straight is no simple matter. Not even Gods can handle it.” Nanamin commented dryly.

“E…eeeeehhhh?!” Haibara Yu, the most innocent one, blushed at the blatant statement of his friend.

“Fuu is not just normal God or human, she is my wife.” Satoru giggled.

“This makes me feel irritated, but that actually sounds really convincing.” Nanamin sighed. He didn’t know what kind of luck or bad luck Fuuka acquired for her to be bound by the most abnormal existence in God's realm. Speaking of abnormal existence, there is also another one here, his other friend, Geto Suguru.

“Speaking of Fuu-chan…. She was the little kid that got lost in God's realm back then, no?” Suguru smirked.

“…Ah…” Realization dawned on Shoko first. “No wonder she looks familiar. She was that little girl that would only go back to the human realm after making Satoru promise to take her as a bride.”

“Ah? The legendary kid that I heard the gossip of?” Yu blinked.

“More accurately, she was saying, ‘Promise me you will take me as your bride when I have my 18th birthday, or if you don’t come, I will come and take you as my bride.’ That’s what she said.” Suguru refreshed their memories.

“…Haaaa…” Nanamin exhaled a long sigh.

“By making that promise, Fuu can already be called my bride. But since the ceremony was not completed, it can be broken by either her or me.”

“Eh? But usually, humans wouldn’t be able to break a promise to God, even though it was incomplete.”

“Fuu’s spiritual power quality is what makes it possible. Rather, it was also because of her highest quality of spiritual power that enabled her to cross over to God's realm.” Satoru explained.

“So, what is the ceremony that needs to be completed for Fuu-chan to become the official bride?” Innocent Haibara Yu asks this question with pure curiosity.

“…There was an official Fox Wedding ceremony, but it’s more just for a show. The real ceremony was having the bride ingest the body fluid of the groom. It ranges from simply letting the bride eat something that the groom has touched to kissing to what Gojo-san did to Fuu.” Nanamin explained.

“…What Gojo-san did to Fuu-chan…?” Haibara titled his head and 10 seconds later, he understood the meaning. “O…oh…” he is now a blushing mess again.

“What are you going to do now?” Suguru turned to his best friend.

“Cleaning up some trash who hurt my bride of course.” Satoru snorted.

“Won’t Fuu-chan feel sad?” Shoko frowned. It’s not like she was against this idea, but they need to consider Fuu-chan’s feelings.

“Even if we can’t touch Hisaki clan, we still can touch other clans, can’t we?” Satoru smiled darkly. “Let’s start with those who badmouth Fuu.” ~”~

“…nngh…” I felt a feather light touch on my face. “…Satoru…?” I cracked my eyes open to see Satoru smiling upon my awakening.

“Did you sleep well?”

“…Really well…” I yawned and stretched my body as I sat up. Satoru doesn’t miss his chance to let his eyes roam upon my body. A body that he made love to …how many days ago?

“How long I was asleep?”

“Not long, just 3 days,” Satoru answered nonchalantly.

“…It’s not normal for humans to sleep for 3 days straight.”

“You are not human anymore.”

“…Oh…” I forgot about this bit.

“Are you regretting it now?” Satoru cupped my cheek.

“No.” I nuzzled into his palm. “I simply forgot about it. It will take some time to get used to the fact that I am not human. But I will be alright, because, you will be with me, won’t you?” I smiled.

“Yeah, I am your husband now. Of course I am going to be with you for every step you take, my bride.” He chuckled as he pressed a kiss to my nose.

“I haven’t bathed for 3 days, I stink.” I scrunched my nose.

“No worries, I clean you up daily.” He giggled. “I even changed the sheet already.”

“…And you don’t even think of putting some sleepwear on me?” I raised my brow.

“You look very gorgeous like this. Why should I cover up this beautiful bride of mine, hm? Your body is a work of art. The most exquisite and bewitching art I laid my eyes on. It’s a blasphemy to even think covering up such a marvellous art.”

“I still have to cover up when going out, Satoru.” I giggled. “This sublime piece of art is only available for your eyes only.”

“That makes absolute sense.” He pulled me closer so I could straddle his lap. His hold on my hip just screams a certain type of possessiveness that makes you crave more.

“Your body is also for my eyes only. Do not let other people see even an inch of your skin.” I don’t know why I can even spout possessive words like this. But, isn’t it normal for me to feel possessive of my own husband?

A mirth (read. dark glee) is reflected in his eyes. “It’s nothing to be worried of, my bride.” Satoru soft chuckle brought me back. “It’s normal for every creature to feel possessive of what is theirs.”

“I think so too.” I nodded. Well, it’s a totally normal feeling to have.

“Let’s dress you up first, shall we? I have a gift waiting for you.”

“Shower together?” I batted my eyelashes at him.

“If that’s your wish.” He gave me a forehead kiss.

“It’s a command.”

“As you will.” Satoru chuckled as he carried me up to the bathroom. The two of us take our time to soak ourselves thoroughly in the bathtub. I wonder if next time Satoru will allow me to wash his tails or we can soak together with his tails out, but it will be pretty crowded.

“What are you thinking of, my bride?” Satoru turned my head to look at him.

“Just thinking if you would let me wash your tails sometimes, or we can soak together with your tails and ears out. But I think it will be a little too crowded for the second option.” I answered truthfully. I see no point lying to him about this.

“I will change this to a bigger size and then you can have your wish granted.” Satoru grinned.

“I will hold onto your promise.”

“Of course.”

After the leisure bath, Satoru finally takes me to where he said my gift is. He brings me to a place near the residential complex. Inside that place, I see familiar people being tied up and their mouths are being stuffed with pieces of clothes.

“Hhhhmmm!! Hhhhmmmmm!!!” They screamed, but I didn’t understand what they were screaming about.

“This is your gift.” Satoru chuckled.

“My gift?” I looked at Satoru and then to them again. The two people that were tied up are the current head of Hisaki clan and the heir of the said clan. “…Where are their shikigamis?” I blinked.

“Ah? They? They are all dead.” Satoru cackled.

“Oh…” I only answered with one syllable. “So, why did you bring them here?” I asked again.

“It’s your gift, my bride. It’s up to you what to do with them. If you want me to let them go, it’s also not a problem.”

“Let them go…”

“Hhhhmmm!!!!! Hm! Hhhhmmmm!!!!!” Their screams became louder.

“Hmm… I don’t know…” I frowned.

“Oh?” Satoru cocked his eyebrow.

“I was so sad some time ago. But now, I don’t feel anything to them. Not even hatred. It’s like all the negative emotions I had to them vanished.” I knitted my brows. “Hmmm… Satoru, was this because I ceased to be a human?”

“Yeah, a little bit.” He nodded.

“Oh…” I made an ‘o’ shape mouth. “Well, I don’t really care about what will happen to them now. I have no interest in Hisaki clan anyway. just make sure they stay far away from us. I don’t want them to disturb our lives.”

“Do you mind if I kill them?”

“Hhhhmmm!!!!! Hhhhhhmmmm! Hhhhmmmm!!!!! Hhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmm!!!!!” Their screams became more frantic. Their eyes are also bulging out as if they will pop out from their sockets.

“I don’t mind. Do what you like. Ah, but don’t get any blood on you or the clothes okay? It stinks.” I said. “I still want to wear your clothes, it’s comfy.”

“Will do, love.” He chuckled at my command. “Want to stay and watch.”

“Okay.” I nodded.

“Then, I will show you how dazzling and charming I am when I kill for you.”

“More charming than when making the mess out of me on the bed?” I giggled.

“I guess it’s a little less charming than that.”

“If you were to say you were more charming when you killed for me, then I won’t allow you to ever kill again.” My lips curl into a smile.

“Why?”

“Because then they will see how charming and dazzling, won’t they?” I raised my brow in amusement. “You are only allowed to show your charming and dazzling side to me.” My smile turned dark. “Even if they are going to die, they aren’t allowed to see you all charming and dazzling.”

Satoru makes an ‘o’ shape mouth as he looks at me with eyes wide, sparkling with joy, happiness and all positive emotions ever exist. “Come here, my bride.” Satoru pulled me into a smothering hug, something I like because I can feel safe within his arms (read. confinement)

“Aren’t you a little darling? Do you know how aroused I am right now, hm? I just want to take you right here and now.” He whispered in my ears.

“I prefer being on the bed. It’s comfier and I like it when your tails have their ways with me.” I whispered back. Satoru’s eyes dilate and turn to slits. A low primal growl that I had heard in those 9 days is here again.

“Let me take care of them real quick and we can have our fun, yeah.”

“Okay, be quick.”

Omake 1

“Satoru, let me sleep on your tails.”

“No, sleep on my thighs.”

“Your thighs are hard. I want to sleep on your soft fluffy beautiful tails.”

“Still no. Here, sit on my lap then, my chest is a perfect makeshift pillow.”

“It’s still hard.” I pouted. “I guess I will sleep on Tenko’s tail then. Even though it’s small.” I sighed dejectedly.

“No, you aren’t allowed to sleep on that thing’s tail.”

“But you won’t let me sleep on yours.”

“…Fine, you win. Come here.” Satoru sighed.

“Thank you, Satoru.” I gave him a kiss on his cheek as his tails bloomed out. “It’s soft and fluffy.” I took a deep breath and relaxed my body on it. Not long after I am out like a light.

“…How come she likes my tails more than me…” Satoru grumbled, but the tails behind him were slowly stroking his bride’s hair, making sure she was feeling the most comfortable while sleeping.

Omake 2

“Satoru, let me brush your tails.” I came to him with a brush ready in my hands, my eyes were sparkling.

“…Okay, come here.” Satoru couldn’t refuse my request and knew I would pester him every day. So, the sooner I got what I wanted, the better.

“Hehehe…” I giggled excitedly. Satoru has his back to me while his tails are blooming beautifully. I sit on the floor and start brushing the tails’ coats one by one. I don’t know how or when but, I was just thinking to brush the base of the tails so I moved closer and closer and somehow, I am now sitting on some of the fluffy tails, still trying to brush them. But some tails are very uncooperative. They keep touching me in very intimate places.

Some are under my, no Satoru’s oversized button-up shirt which I have taken as my sleepwear or comfy wear in the house. It’s still okay if they are just under the shirts, but they are caressing the skin under my breasts, sometimes maybe accidentally brushing my nipples. Some are tickling my butt and my thighs, some are even more troublesome, they are trying to get inside my shorts.

“…nnnh…”

“Love, are you trying to seduce me with that voice of yours?” Satoru asked without even looking at me.

“You did that on purpo...oh…se” I let out a small whimper when I felt one of the tails manage to get inside my shorts and panties.

“What are you talking about? Don’t you know, fox’s tails are individual beings?” I could hear his teasing tone.

The brush clatters on the floor after I dropped it. “Wait, don’t take off my-!!!” I let out another gasp as the tip of the tail rubbed my bare privates, causing a small wet patch on its coat. My shorts and panties were thrown to the side.

“Oh, aren’t you lovely, looking messy like this?” Satoru finally looked at me with a wicked grin on his face.

“…meanie…” I gave up struggling and let his tails have their way with me.

“So adorable and messy like this. My bride is so cute.” He cooed and finally had his tails transferred me into his awaiting arms after making a mess out of me. My whole body is flushing and warm.

“I just brushed your coats,” I grumbled.

“Nah, they look better drenched in your essence, my bride.” His eyes gleamed. “And so am I.” And it’s another passionate night of a Celestial Fox drowns his bride in his love.