Written Memories Pt 8

Dear Diary,

It has been a while since I have been able to write in here - about three months, I believe, since the day that I was named the spar partner to Rozyus, the Monarch of the Children of Two and became close friends to him. As it is, much has happened in that time that I simply have not been able to sit and write. It has been quite the conundrum, being unable to put my thoughts into words. As such, it has been on my mind all this time. Today is the first time that I’ve truly had time to myself. Funny how I had been quite capable of writing in this journal while managing my godly duties, but unable to do so with just adding new relations. It is strange how life works.

Those thoughts aside, one should do one’s duty and report one’s observations, correct? After all, I have only a short amount of time before my dear friend awakens from slumber. He is laying only a few feet away from me now, resting in gentle dreams. I do hope that my writing will not disturb him.

Since my involvement with Rozyus and the Children of Two, I’ve been in a much better position to observe them, how other gods interact with them and how things have changed since the trial three months ago. In the grand scheme of things, three months is hardly long enough to change millennia worth of preconceptions, but I have seen some changes. The older gods are quite stubborn in their views, of course. It is almost funny that they would be so stuck in their ways when the Eldest primordials appear almost flexible. Of course, the older gods do outnumber them significantly and hold the ear of much of the public. As such, many younger gods are still exceptionally wary, some even going as far as refusing to be in the same room or making segregation. While this at least has prevented another occurrence like the one that caused the trial, it is still causing may tensions that could be avoided if they just attempted to have a good relationship. After all, should people be treated well, they respond in kind. And even if you were looking at it from the ‘superior to inferior’ point of view, as much as I hate it, would it not make sense to treat a dog well so that they might be loyal? They would certainly not bite the hand that feeds them if only the gods who see the others as inferior perhaps thought in such a way.

I would, of course, prefer they be treated as equals, but I’m not looking for impossible miracles in only a short time. I am a god, but I’m certainly not known for being a messiah.

On the other hand, I and a few of my friends, such as Susanoo, Hephaestus and Venus have been doing our best to try and convince some of our peers to treat Rozyus and his kin better. We haven’t met with resounding success, but we have at least managed to convince some people to try. Those that have have at least managed somewhat good relations. It’ll be slow going, but if we can at least convince our generation, who have started to gain more and more influence over the mortal realms, then we have a better chance of winning people over. After all, reputation certainly does aid in influence.

Speaking of reputation, it seems that the rumours I have heard of Mother’s recommendation for Hero have come to pass - recently I was approached with the official honour of becoming the Hero of Fate, with all the pomp and fanfare that the position is due (Although admittedly, while it was public enough that it has certainly increased my reputation, part of me wishes that the initial message could have been delivered in private. I suppose that the reason was to prevent anyone from undermining the decision due to my age if many people are already backing up the testimony. The official ceremony, which will at least please the more stuffy of deities, will take place soon enough. I am glad that much of my more recent training has been in politics and emotional control, otherwise I’m quite certain that the ceremony might bore me to death.

Still, boredom kills no one. In fact, beyond the pomp, I actually feel….quietly confident about becoming the Hero of Fate. Perhaps it is simply that I’ve know the speculations for a while, or have always felt Parame’s confidence in me, but I do not feel as scared as I thought I would be. I still have much room to grow, of course, but I believe that I am at a level to handle the journey that this destiny will lead me to. I can only grow stronger from here. My road, of course, will hardly be easy for me. The true journey only begins once the ceremonies have ended, and my path will make it hard for me to stay at their side. Will they be alright without me? I know that they are all strong people, but they are very dear to me. It is only right that I worry for them, as they worry for me, wouldn’t you say? But this is something that I must do, for all our sakes. Not to mention I can feel that my companions are confident in me, too, that I might become a great Hero. There is no way that I can be nervous, knowing that I have such people supporting me as well. I will do my utmost to make Mother, Rozyus and my other friends proud to support me as Hero. With that, I only hope that I, too, might be able to repay them for everything they have done for me. They believe in me, so likewise, I must place my belief in them.

*Pausing in their writing for a moment, Inari glances over to their sleeping companion for a long moment. He looks so very peaceful, cuddled into his pillows as he was that Inari couldn’t help the soft look that came over their face. It was only after a minute or so that they realise they had been staring, and, with a flush, they shyly return to the diary*

I...also have something of a confession to make. This is a diary of observations, of course, and making note of changes in myself is also an observation. True that this journal is only for my own eyes, but one should be truthful in what one observes, right? It seems that I might….possibly….have some….extra emotional attachments to Rozyus that I previously considered. I have, since meeting him, felt that we might be linked in some way. Now, I’m quite positive that we might be connected by a red string of fate. Perhaps I should be more accusing of Mother and Venus, but I’m not sure that either of them are involved in the feelings that have been growing in me.

It’s somewhat ironic that I’d come to realise this only after the message of my formal acceptance as a Hero. With this, my time will be tied up even more than usual, so there will be less time to spend with him. But I know that I can’t turn down this opportunity, either.

They say absence makes the heart grow fonder. It seems I’ll find out soon enough if it’s true. Not to say that I wont keep in correspondence, of course (is it possible to die from getting no information?) but I think that, if my feelings really are what I think they are, then I’ll soon find out. Hopefully excessive fondness does not end up with hearts exploding. That would be a messy and ignoble end for a hero. But if I’m right about the red string that ties us together, then even if we part for a short time, it will not be forever. There is no way that I would leave someone dear to me for eternity.

Though I’m told I’m stubborn. Should I be mistaken about the red string….well, I would come back anyway. Who else would be my snuggle buddy/object of teasing affection otherwise?

*Feeling a tad bit too flustered to continue writing for now, Inari took a break from the journel, doing their best to calm the flushing of their face as they absently ran their fingrers through their hair in a semi nervous tell, glancing back to Rozyus to be abseolutely sure that the boy was not spying on what was being written (they hadn’t revealed those thoughts about the boy to his face yet, after all. Thankfully, he was still fast asleep. Relieved, Inari sat back in their seat again, absently brading their hair a little as they considered what they should say next. Perhaps something to lighten the mood? Well, no, this was an oobservation diary, not one for telling jokes- Oh!

Pausing, Inari glances at the hair they are brading, the tail of which trailing over their shoulder eligently. That was something that they should mention….*

As well as my change in situation and emotions, there have been a few new changes to my appearance as well. This is not to say I have settled on a gender, of course. I enjoy the freedom of being able to change into who I feel and I don’t think I’d ever be comfortable confined to a single gender. No, the change to my appearance is not quite so great. Of late, I have been doing something different to my hair, on the suggestion of Rozyus. It would seem that he likes my hair when it is loose. He has stated to me that he finds it pretty. Like a waterfall of stardust…

*They tail off a little in their writing, the brush ending in almost a trail off as they realise how flustered that mere sentence makes them. With a muffled sound of mortification that they had even revealed that in the diary, never mind out loud, they hide their now red face in their hands, feeling as if they were blushing all over. Shyly, they glance over at the sleeping boy once more from behind their fingers, hoping that Rozyus did not see just how flustered they had become. They tried their best to seem unflappable to the outside world, they would be utterly motified if the object of their affection realised just how much of a dork they could truly be, that a simple compliment to their hair reduced them to an embarrassed puddle even months after the comment itself

Meeping quietly, they couldn’t help but remember the day that it happened…*

--- Memory ---

*The training room was filled with electric energy as the two combatants rushed at each other, blades flashing in the ethereal lighting of the room. Each clash of a blade sung a symphony as they moved, every cry of focus was a war of energy, determination raging to be victorious over another. The utter focus the two had on each other, to overcome the obstacle, to emerge as the ultimate victor making any observer fade into the background. They ignored as they panted for breath, they ignored the burning of their lungs and the sweat pouring from them. None of that was important right now, not when one distraction, one wrong move could separate them from victory, could drive them to defeat.*

Rozyus: *Dark Chuckle* Why don't you admit defeat I believe I won this match, no?

Inari: A match is only won when the opponent is writhing at your feet. As you see, I stand still.

Rozyus: You say that yet you're getting tired, you're beginning to get desperate. Your swings say as much. Just say ‘I’m done’ already. Unless you're in for more punishment *Grin*

Inari: Oh, you just said that yourself! You must be desperate if you’re saying that to me. *Grinning* Of course, if you still want to play, I’m happy to show you how rough my play can be…

Rozyus: Oh well, aren't we naughty, oh great deity. *Flirty Tone*

Inari: Well, you’re the one who speaks of punishment. My my, what has Venus been teaching you?

Rozyus: *Chuckle* The same lessons as you, ‘dear,’ but I dare speculate that she's been giving you a masterclass behind my back. You’re more beautiful than you were the last time you were home. A refined sort of eros, I think. It's almost deadly. But not as deadly as my blade! A lot’s at stake on this little match. I will win, even if I have to pin you down to do it. *Coy look*  

Inari: Interesting proposal. However-

*Quickly, they had the other with their blade almost at the other’s throat if it wasn’t for the boy’s reflexes, an almost vicious, semi-sadistic grin, freer than many of their smiles, gracing their face, eyes glinting with their determination of pure enjoyment of the battle*

Inari: -You have to catch me first, little flower.

Rozyus: No fair!

Hooded Figure: Venus….. What on earth did you-?

Venus: Now, before you say anything…. No, I didn't teach them this - that’s all on them!

Voice: Then explain the Eros vibe in the room?

Venus: What, my presence?

Hooded Figure: You know exactly what we mean.

Venus: *Flirty chuckle* Like I say, it's all them. Trust me, when they grow up, you better keep an eye out.

Voice: Oh dear…

Inari: All if fair in love and war, so they say! So suck it up and prepare to take defeat with a smile!

Rozyus: Hump! If I go down, then you're going with me!!!

*The battle continued, but only for a little longer. A burst of energy that Inari had held back until the moment it would be most advantageous meant that one quick movement, knocking the other of balance allowed Inari to dash forwards, a twist of the blade sending Rozyus’ sword from his grip. True to the boy’s word, however, he refused to go down without a fight, grabbing at Inari’s robes. Not about to allow themself to be undefended, they went with the momentum, using it to roll over the boy rather than end up smacking into him and onto their feet once more, blade held at the ready, but breath coming out in harsh pants and hair falling around his face, the tie having been yanked out after getting caught in the ending scuffle. Inari ignored the silver in their view, instead positioning as if they were going to stab through the other, blade positioned at the other’s throat.*

Inari:....Yield.

Rozyus: N-never *Huff Huff*

*There was a sound of two hard clapps, gaining the attention of the pair. Looking up at their respective mentors, they got to their feet.*

Voice: Lords above, call it a tie and share the plate of goods already.

Hooded Figure: *Laughs* Seriously. All this for a plat of Baklava.

Rozyus: It not any baklava! Mama made it, so it’s extra scrummy!!! And besides, there’s only nine pieces left! We can't evenly split nine so… it's a duel for the last piece.

Voice: …..

Venus:....

Hooded Figure:...

Voice, Venus, Hooded Figure: REALY?!!!

Inari: *Head tilted innocently* What? That’s fair, isn’t it? The victor gets the spoils, that’s how all wars and battles work.

Hooded Figure: Imbeciles.

Voice: Tell me about it…

*Venus, walked towards the plate of goods, cutting the coveted good and slicing it in two*

Venus: Now. Quit bitching, eat up and move on. Ok? *Dark smile*

Inari: *Sighing* Ah….so the fun was rumbled….how sad. Ah well, at least there is baklava from this.

*Offering a cheeky grin to Venus - it was obvious that Inari apparently had enjoyed the challenge more than the snack idea and had just gone along with Rozyus’ idea to battle for the last slice from amusement - Inari hummed brightly as they sheathed their sword and sauntered over to the plate, long silvery hair swaying as they did so, to take the offered snack, pretending that Venus was not looking at them as if they were the most contrary thing in existence.*

*The boy had followed, after the child, sitting agent to them, as they reached out they couldn't help but stare at the rear sight, so much so that, the young god seemed to notice.*

Inari: *Pausing mid bite* Ah…..is…..something wrong?

Rozyus: N-not at all, it's just that in the dimness of this poorly lit room… it almost looks like starlight, forgive me *Reach out to touch a lock*

With your hair down you look more captivating than usual… I really like it styled like this… *Cute smile*

Inari: W-wha…?

*Completely taken aback, both by the complement to their one true vanity, and the expression on the other’s face, Inari’s face flushed a pretty pink that had nothing to do with the exertion from the previous bout. Flustered, they turned their head away slightly, toying with their hair with nervous hands*

Inari: Ah…..y-you like it? I-I mean, of course, it would be foolish of me not to take care of my hair…..but, I….heh…..no one’s complimented my hair like that before….

*Shyly, they glance over to the boy again through the curtain of hair*

Inari: Do you….um…..really like it? Like this, I mean? Uh, though less sweaty, I suppose…..heh….

Rozyus: Of course! I would have said it if I didn’t… Ah! Your face looks flushed! *Touches forehead* You don't seem to have a fever… Are you hot? Should I get a drink for you-?

Inari: Ah, no, it’s nothing! I’m fine! *Waving off the other quickly* I’m…..uh…..just a little flushed after the fight is all…..you’re really strong after all! Heh….heh heh….

Voice & Venus: Bullshit.

Hooded figure: They’re actual flustered… Well, I suppose it’ll snow soon.

Venus: ...But its august, isn't it?

Voice: Exactly. *Deadpan*

Inari: *Flatly* I’m right here, asshole.

--- Memory End ---

*Muttering under their breath in a mix of exasperation and embarrassment, Inari could only shake their head as they pushed aside the memory, hoping to calm the blush on their cheeks. They would rather not think about the amount of teasing that got them as they themselves attempted to escape without hurting the feelings of their oblivious spar partner. Instead, they took a few deep breaths, letting themselves regain control over their emotions once more. However, before they could go back to the diary, the boy began to stir a few times before weakening slightly.*

Rozyus: *Sleepy eyes and voice* Morning? Why’z still dark… ‘Nari?

Inari: That’s because it’s not morning yet, Rozy. Well, unless you count a little beyond the dead of night as morning. There’s still plenty of time for sleep. I’m sure that Morpheus still has many a dream for you.

Rozyus: ...How can night be dead….? Silly…. You should sleep too, ‘k? *Puppy yawn, cling to Inari*

Inari: I will. I only have a few more things to write before I turn in.

Rozyus: Zzzzzz.

*Chuckling, Inari couldn’t help but watch as the other fell into sleep once again for a moment, before shaking their head and turning back to the journal once again. Picking up the brush, they considered how to finish the entry. After a moment, they began to write once more*

My feelings aside, the biggest change in my life is indeed the formal invitation to become a Hero. As one might deduce from my writings, there is no way that I can turn down from this decision, both for my sake and the sake of my loved ones. The road will not be easy. The path will be treacherous and filled with hidden potholes. However, I shall not be swayed. I know that I have the support of those who care for me. I will not let them down.

Be sure, however, that my observations will continue, and will write more as I have the chance to do so, but know that my heart is set. I will be victorious. For all their sakes.

Farewell, until next time.

[END]

Written Memories Pt 7

--- Four Years Later ---

*The temple of Parame stood in its unchanging ambient state, yet even there, time had passed and, within it, while the building itself remained untouched by time, the people within it and the actions taken had indeed changed, as Inari discovers upon their return. For some time, their duties had kept them away from the temple. As such, returning only to discover rumours that they had stepped foot into the temple had drawn groups of gods, goddesses and attendants that were enamoured with the young god practically screaming at a glimpse of them was certainly a surprise.

Goddess 1: Oh, the young fox deity has returned! Do you think they look more handsome as the years have gone by?

Younger Goddess 1: Over here, Inari! Come play with us! *Grin*

Younger Goddess 2: Yes, we're having a gathering tonight, if you're interested? Oh, won't you attend with us? We would much like to have you! *Blush*

Goddesses: W-wait where are you going! Comeback!

Inari [Inner Voice]: Oh creator, there’s a swarm! Escape, escape!

*However, they were not known to be god of foxes merely because they acted as Inari’s messengers. Sly and skillful, Inari had managed to use the many back ways and secret passages that they had found along with Susanoo as young children. Soon, Inari was glancing back to make sure they had avoided the mass of fans hoping to find them and sighed, relieved, to discover that none of them had realised they had given the group the slip. A slight smirk on their face, the god quickly made their way towards the training grounds. If nothing else, the many fans tended to keep their distance from there. For another, if they were not mistaken, one of the few people that Inari was most eager to see would be found there*

Inari [Inner Thoughts]: Time seems to have flown. I still recall what it was like, back then, when I first met that boy. Rozyus…..such a walking contradiction. A child who would be so shy, who would easily put himself down, and yet would fly into a protective rage, showing his true strength and power when those he loved were threatened. Despite only knowing him for a short time, it was as if we had become bound by a red thread of fate. I have indeed missed him. I do wonder if the same could be said for him? We made a promise, of course, but considering the circumstances, being separated for so long due to our respective training, I wonder if he remember the promise we made? Or if he’ll even be pleased by this visit? After all, I didn’t inform him that I would be returning so soon.

*Absently, Inari glances at a hand they hold before them, flexing their fingers thoughtfully as they consider the powers they currently hold*

Inari [Inner Thoughts]: It is amazing to think, after all, that in a mere four years, things could change so much to me with my own training. Of course, I’m not arrogant enough to feel that I am the strongest or fastest of gods, but by own abilities are certainly far greater than they once were. And to think, Mother believes that I’ll be worthy enough to become her Hero. The honour of such a title is not something that just anyone can obtain. Yet in a few years, that title will belong to me. How much has changed from when I first gained life. The world was so daunting back then...Not to say that I have reached a limit. I know that I have more potential. Perhaps I am aiming to emulate man more than my deity self, but they say that man is capable of infinite possibilities because they do not believe they have or ever will reach the ‘perfection’ of godhood. Perhaps that is why I was chosen?

*Inari clenches their fist*

Inari [Inner Thoughts]: Regardless, if I want to be able to  take on the responsibilities of Hero, along with my deity duties and be able to help support those I hope dear, there is no possible way that I would allow myself to be limited. I will continue to grow stronger and more flexible, even beyond gaining the title. Otherwise becoming ‘Hero’ will mean nothing.

*Shaking off their thoughts, Inari continues towards the training grounds at a leisurely pace, taking the time to observe their surroundings, to listen now that their ears were not assaulted by the screams of fans. It brought a small smile to their face, recalling several times they had made mischief with Susanoo, and the peace certainly made them feel a little more hopeful that perhaps Rozyus and his kin were at least experiencing some of it themselves.

Assuming, of course, that this was not mere wishful thinking.

Shaking off that more sardonic thought, they quickly picked up the pace to the training grounds. They did not wish to had their return marked by negativity, especially when this was to be a happy occasion.

Finally, they pushed open the doors and stepped inside, looking around to see if their assumption was correct.

….

There was a clanking of metal, as swords were met countless time with such verity that sparks could be seen. A few of the children that were training, stopped to observe the sight. A veiled figure and a familiar gentleman were exchanging blows.  The veiled figure seemed to be barely keeping up.

Voice: Your movements are too stiff! Straighten up you back… TOO SLOW!

Veiled Figure: Damn you, old man!!!

Voice: Huh. Pitiful. After a full weeks training, you STILL can barely keep up. Shameful.

Vailed figure: SHUT UP!

Voice: Sad. I guess this is a far as you go. What a waist of my time. How do you expect to fight for others when you can’t even protect yourself? All you’ve been doing is swinging your sword  around like a barbarian!

*The older man moved sporadically to get behind the veiled figure kicking them to the ground.*

Veiled Figure: I told you to shut up! How am I supposed to hit you anyway? You’re moving too fast!

Voice: Excuses!

*The veiled figure jumps to his feet, grabbing the cracked sword that had fallen close by.*

Veiled Figure: I’m done with this.

Voice: Giving up so soon? Shameful.

Veiled Figure: Who said I’m giving up!

*The Veiled Figure began to move in a rhythmic pattern, faster and faster until only an after image could be seen. His blade seemed to cut the air, which let out a faint crackle and a faint storm of pelles whipped thought the grounds*

Voice: Oh, you’re getting serious now? I suppose I should do the same.

*The Voice seemed to repeat the same steps that the veiled figure have done, though they seemed more refined, more elegant. Raising his sword, his form seemed to give off a bright glow, similar to that of lighting.*

Voice & Veiled Figure: It’s over!

*The veiled figures image came into focus a he swung down onto where the older man seemed to be moving*

Voice: I win!

*The image of the man had been an illusion and, as the veiled figure’s sword began to swing down, the image dissipated, the tip of his blade rested at the veiled figure’s throat.*

Veiled Figure: ...Damn it…..

Voice: Too bad, my boy. Better luck next time. Take a five minute break, then come back. Unfortunately, there is ‘still’ much left to learn.

*Inari looked on in awe at the display. It seemed familiar somehow….Had they seen it somewhere before?*

Inari: That move….I’m sure of it. I’m sure I’ve seen it before...But what is it?

Parame Voice: It's called a flower walk my dear. Shall I explain?

*Inari paused ever so slightly, however, far used to the Mother Goddess speaking to them in their mind, they didn’t bother trying to locate her, knowing that if they had not physically sensed her, she was not going to be anywhere they could see her even if he looked around*

Inari [Responding Thought]: The Flower Walk, huh? Such an elegant name for a lethal move. Though if one wanted to be poetic, I suppose the flying blood might be referred to like the scattering of petals. Poetry aside, please, continue, Mother.

Parame voice: *Chuckle* Indeed. It's a rhythmic step sequence that allows the individual to quicken their speed, usually leaving an after image and or a physical remnant of the users… chi, if you will. In the boy's case, his namesake’s petals. And in his father's case, pure energy in the form of light. You’ve seen it before, when he had that little ‘freak out’ years back, no?

Inari [Responding Thought]: Ah, yes, I wondered why it seemed so familiar. That was where I had seen it before. Thank you for clearing up my confusion. Still, that doesn’t sound like something you could usually just do by instinct...How long has Rozyus been learning that?

Parame Voice: ...Since the first day he needed to run… It's a form of defence known to their tribe, you see. When they are threatened, or an opponent it far too close, they can uses that little trick to get some distance. What his father is attempting to do is teach him how to use it offensively… But how effective that will be is anyone's guess.

Inari: [Responding Thought]: Actually, in terms of strategy, it could be very effective indeed, so long as it’s not overused or outright telegraphed. You could finish off a battle before it even begins if you take them off guard, or simply turn the tides. I suppose, in the end, it will also depend on how he combines it with strategy, as well as what opponent he’s facing or the situation. Against one who knows that move and has centuries of experience over him, it would be extremely difficult to use the move and not be countered. Anyone else, however….Well, you did say that strategy and tactics was part of his…..emperor training, was it?

Parame Voice: Very true, but still, you forget that the boy is only half. His movements are ‘clunky’ for a reason. What would have a full blooded member of his tribe a few month has taken this child almost a year to learn. Though his speed has picked up, the movements leave much to be desired. Whether that will be resolved with the right motivation, practice or strength of will, is anyone's guess… Oh, but alas, I need to depart. It seems I need to prepare for a surprise guest. Adue, my sweet child.

Inari [Responding Thought]: Then I will keep you no longer. Until later, Mother.

*The mental presence of Parame seemed to dissipate. With nothing else to keep them distracted, and the spar in the training grounds finally at a stand still so that Rozyus could rest, Inari decided that this would be the best time to at least provide a little of that ‘motivation’ that Parame had mused about by announcing their return. With a smile on their face, they silently made their way forwards, gently catching one of the remaining petals that had been dithering in the air since Rozyus’ attack*

Inari: How strange it is that a dance of death and the falling of blossoms could be seen as one and the same. In a moment when one stares down the blade of another, life can be as fleeting and fragile as the petals that scatter to the wind…

*Hearing that almost flirty tone, the veiled boy whipped round in its direction.*

Rozyus: Big brother ‘Nari!!!!

*The boy dropped his weapon and flung himself in the other’s arms, burrowing his face into their chest.Though the veil was mostly opaque, Inari could just about make out the boys smile and form.*

Rozyus: Oh big brother, I’ve missed you so!!!! Welcome home! *Cute smile*

Inari: I’m home. And I’ve missed you as well! Though I’m curious about the new feature.

*Absently, Inari toyed with a corner of the veil, cocking their head curiously*

Inari: Ah, would this be a loophole to the ‘no hoods’ law? Or have I missed more than I thought these last four years?

*The boy gently removed the young god’s hands from the veil, tenderly linking their hands together.*

Rozyus: Yes and no. As long as it doesn't hide fully my figure, and it is not a ‘hood’, I’m recognisable. There’s the loop hole. ‘N also… people of my tribe tend to go through… stages, as you can see.

*The boy gestured to some of the other children, some looked more beastial than others, some more hairy than one would typically associate with a child.*

Rozyus: *Sigh* I’m in the more beastial phase. I would rather not scare the others. Uncle allowed this much until it falls off. Hopefully soon.

Inari: Ah, so a combination of a loop hole and ‘tribe’ culture. I understand. Yes, the High Courts could not argue against that, especially when you are still following your ‘sentence’. After all, a veil is by no means a hood. *Smirking* One would think that they would consider their wording a little better. Still, a failure in their wording is a boon for yourself.

*For a moment, they paused, before gently squeezing the boy’s hands in return*

Inari: Speaking of such things, have you been well? I was worried while I was away that terrible things could happen and I would not be able to help. Not that I was much aid back then...despite that, one does not stop worrying, you know?

Rozyus: Truthfully, I’ve been so busy making sure my siblings are safe, fed and warm that I have hardly had time to care about what others say. Mother’s plans for the Children of Two have been set in motion and I had the task of making sure it ran smoothly. Saying that, as soon as I do have a break, it’s disrupted by this… and emperor training. For the most part, I’m done with it, apart from the combat and strategy stage…. Can’t get no dam break around here.

Inari: Understandable. I can relate, though most of my own responsibilities are my own fault. After all, I am one of those whose deity duties cover far more than a single area, despite my young age. And then, of course, further training on top of that. Still, some would see fighting and strategy to be a break, if only because they feel it is fun. There are reasons for those who decide to become gods of war, or chaos. Of course, it’s not something that everyone enjoys. I do find myself somewhat curious as to how we would fair against each other these days. I was assigned your spar partner back then, but with the passing of time, many things can change in terms of fighting ability.

Voice: Technically, you're still his sparring partner. And welcome home, young one.

*The older man looked over the pair, an idea swimming though his mind.*

Voice: You have one more fight in you, boy?

Rozyus: NO.

Voice: It’s either that or laps.

Rozyus: I rather run. So how far do I have to run? Anythings better than fighting you again.

Voice: …..

*Inari, quickly catching on to what the older male was possibly hinting at, raises a bow and tilted their head*

Inari: Then how about with myself? I’m curious as to how we would fair against each other.

*With a put-upon sigh, they look away, toying with a strand of hair from their ponytail as if in disappointment*

Inari: But I….suppose if you would rather run, I cannot fault you. I just hoped to spend a little more time with you…

Rozyus: Eh! Oh, but what if something happens to you?!!! What if your beautiful face gets hurt? I couldn't live with myself if anything happened!!! N-’n’ we could spend time together after I'm done running… yeah, yeah. That way you won't get hurt. *Nod nod.*

Inari: *Fake tears* Does this mean you think I’m weak?

Rozyus: N-NO! Never! I j-just don’t want to see you in harms way, ‘coz i care about you, as my good friend. Y-ya!

Inari: I promise you, I’m strong enough that I believe I can at least protect myself from too much harm. Besides, this would only be a spar, not a fight to the death *Innocent smile* Besides, I trust you. I know that I will not be hurt.

Rozyus: *Blush* T-that smile is lethal you know that…. N fine so long as it's short and a one point match, I'm fine.

Inari: Of course. I know you’re tired. Don’t worry. First blood?

*With that, the two took positions. While Inari knew it was a little unfair, especially since Rozyus was tired after matches and, other than travel weariness, Inari was far more fresh. However, it was obvious that the boy’s father wanted this last match to occur and Inari was somewhat curious. Besides, in battle, it was very rare that people would be fully and well rested when a fight began.

Facing each other, Inari’s hand moved to their katana, while Rozyus moved to his own blade. For a moment, they were still, watching each other for an opening. Knowing that, with the other hesitant to hurt Inari, the other would not break the stillness, the fox god knew that the first movement would have to be theirs. Without even breaking the serene expression, if only so Rozyus wouldn’t know their intention, Inari darted in, drawing the sword as a strike at the same time with one single movement. Despite Rozyus’ tiredness and surprise at the aggressive start, the boy managed to block, but Inari stayed on the offensive. If they wanted the boy to get passed his mental block of harming them and to get serious, even fight with instinct, then they could not hold back, though they made sure not to go for the few split second openings. It would end first blood matches too soon. Besides, Inari knew that Rozyus was good enough to notice that they purposefully ignored the spot. If that would gain enough of a spurt of anger to make him fight seriously, Inari would be pleased.

A forceful clang of their blades as both attempted to overcome a deadlock warned Inari that they had succeeded. Their lips stretched into a grin, eyes glinting with pleasure that they were drawing out the boy’s spirit against them. Time to stop playing around.

The match, unfortunately for Inari, didn’t go on for a long time after that, but the flurry of movement, of blades clashing and flashes of colour as they danced made every split second count. Finally, Inari saw the final move that Rozyus had been taught, but, having seen it from a distance, Inari was not about to let the boy get up the needed speed. Seeing that tiny glint of pure exhaustion in the other’s eye, Inari used that second to dart in and a tiny scratch appeared on the other’s arm.*

Voice: Enough.

*The older gentleman walks towards the pair, clapping. He seemed both amused and pleased at the young ones display.*

Voice: Well done, young fox god. It would appear your training has yielded fruit. It seems in the short few month since I’ve seen you, your swordsmanship has improved greatly…. Boy, you could learn a thing or two from their display.

Rozyus:... Can I go to bed now? I can barely stand…

Voice: *Sigh* just go we’ll pick up where we left off tomorrow.

Inari: Uh, whoops? I suppose I got a little more into the fight than I thought. I’ll help you, Rozyus. It’s my fault you’re so tired after all. Also, thank you, sir. You flatter me with the compliment. I’m glad that I have improved so much in your eyes. I hope to continue to grow stronger. Please keep watching me.

*They give a quick bow to the older man, a student to a master, before carefully moving to Rozyus’ side, sheathing their blade once more before offering a hand to their friend, a smile on their face*

Inari: You did really well. Thank you for indulging me.

Rozyus: It’s fine. Shall we get going before he old man drags us back? *Takes hand*

*Laughing softly, Inari pulled the other to his feet and helped to steady him, leading him away from the training area*

Inari: I seem to be doing quite a few getaways today.

Rozyus: were shall we go? Your room or mine, i know you must be weary from your travels. I’ll make us some treats if you wish or-

Inari: If I made you make treats for us, I might just help to cause the first fire in the temple due to the cook passing out from exhaustion. Come, my room is closer. If you’re hungry at all, I can send my messengers to have something sent to us. As it is, I believe we’re both due a rest.

*The boy chuckled, linking arms with the god*

Rozyus: I’m not that... *Yawn* ...Ok, maybe I am, but still... Oh well, I’ll make something when we're more rested. Oh, but I should probably change from ‘this’ into something more comfortable. Don't suppose you have any spare clothes that will fit me do you? Anythings fine.

Inari: Of course. I don’t mind. You may have your pick. It’s a nice opportunity to actually see you in a kimono like we speculated back then. Well, yukata, since you’re going to sleep.

Rozyus: Ah!!! Oh… um… maybe I should go to my room after all. I keep forgetting I look like this….. It's ‘not a pretty sight’ after all. I wouldn't want you to be offended by the sight. Maybe next-

Inari: Nope, it’s already decided. We’re practically at my room now. Besides, I don’t mind. I’m sure I won’t be offended. Well, as long as you don’t get offended if I can’t resist the urge to fluff any fur I see, of course.

Rozyus *Blink blink* you're a strange one, you know that, big brother?

Inari: Oh yes. Aren’t we all?

*The young god opens the door for the boy, encouraging them into the room. It was far different from the last time he was there. The sense of childhood was disappearing for that place more and more as the years flew by. The boy tensed up as he pulled the vaile down covering his face. But with a hard yank form the young god the barely transparent fabric wa whipped from the boys fram.*

Rozyus: W-wha-?!!! N-no, give it back! Give it back! You’ll see! You’ll see!!!

Inari: …

*For a moment, Inari says nothing, only stares. Then, as if by instinct more than anything else, Inari was petting the furred face of their friend, eyes full of fascination, completely ignoring the fact that Rozyus had been fairly insistent that they should be disturbed by the image he was showing*

Rozyus:  N-no, ah… Ah~

*The boy clung to the older child's chest, tears forming slightly as his tail began to wag profusely.*

Rozyus: W-what do you think you're doing!!!! N-no, don't pet me on my ear!!!~

Inari: Awwwww! *Hand to their mouth* You…..you’re adorable! So fluffy!

Rozyus: *Crying* Meanie, sadist, bully… STUPID ‘NARI!!!

Inari: If you don’t like it, I can stop….*Sorrowful look*

Rozyus: I-I didn't say I didn't like it... *Sniff sniff* But you didn't get repulsed by this? You really are weird, you know?

Inari: Yes, this is established. I should be considered god of weird, however the other gods vitoed it saying I have too many godly duties as it is.

Rozyus: I doubt the others would say a bad word about you. Your fan club always sing your praises. ‘N’, ‘n’ when they're around, I can hardly get close to you. Big brother’s mine - they should just back off. *Pout, puffs up cheeks*

Inari: Well, I’m sure some gods have plenty to say about me. They just don’t want to incur my wrath. Though there are always a few upstarts that don’t believe my so called reputation. Or forget it. I didn’t think it was so bad as to prevent such things, but Susanoo says otherwise. As for fans… *disgusted face* While I have nothing bad to say about my followers in the lower realms, the fans I have here leave much to be desired. If I had my way, I would very much prioritise my time with you over them any day.

Rozyus: *Perks up* You mean it, big brother?!!! You really want to spend your time with me? *Cute smile.*

Inari: Of course! *Smiling gently, fluffing Rozyus’ hair* You’re one of my favorite people after all!

*The boy nuzzles close to the young deity before giving them a peck on the cheek*

Rozyus: Yay! Today is a good day!!! *Grin*

*The young god blushed for a moment, rustling the boy's hair, before replying.*

Inari: Yes. A good day indeed.

[END]