I'm Thinking About You

--- Top Tier Suite, Pandora-Affiliated Hotel, Izumo, Japan ---

Rodessa: Rozyus- Before I forget, my name is Rozyus. Yours?

*Rodessa yawned. It had been a few days since her last contact with her partner in crime. Violet had been out most of the day and had yet to return. Bored, the girl reached out for her phone, her fingers dancing across the screen in an all too familiar pattern, growing impatient as she waited for the receiver to finally pick up the call.*

Rodessa: AAAAGH! Why is it taking so long… he better not be out, on hunting I swair!!!

*A few more chimes later and finally the receiver was picked up, a somewhat exhausted, if well hidden to all who didn’t know the person themselves, voice responding. It was somewhat obvious that they had automatically answered the phone without checking who was dialing.*

Voice: Agent Yin here.

Rodessa: *Growl* PICK UP WITH IN THREE RINGS WHEN I CALL YOU MOTHER FUCKER!!!!!!

Voice: ...Ro?

*The voice sounded slightly startled, but there was a definite warmth (even a little relief) in his tired voice as he continued*

Huxian: Awww, did I worry you? I’m sorry, Ro. In future, I’ll be sure to respond in three rings even if the demons of the underworld are after me. How’s that? Though you’ll have to forgive me if you get cut off by gun fire or blood splatter. I’m sure you understand, right?

Rodesa: *Sad eyes* There's no such thing as the supernatural idiot! I-I just don't want you disappearing on me again… what if something happens and I'm not there by your side dummy...

Huxian: Hey, for all you know there could be a gang called ‘Hell’ and the members are nicknamed ‘demons’. You don’t have to take me too literally.

*He laughed, though his tone was a little strained. Still, as he continued, it eased into something a little more sincere*

Huxian: Hey, its ok, Ro. I promised not to vanish on you again. I was going to ring you once I got a free moment, actually.

Rodessa: It’s not ok! I miss- uh! Jeez I’m not happy about this. I’m uneasy when your not here…. You sound drained, in both sense of the word. And I’m not there to make it better. I’m not OK with this!!! Besides, the only relief is hearing you on the phone…. I can’t touch you…. You’re so far…

*Teary eyed* You’re so far away.   

There was a long pause on the phone for a moment. When Huxian spoke once more, his voice was soft, gentle*

Huxian: I’d never die on you, you know that, right? Just trust in me. I can handle being a little tired. Believe me, I’d much rather have had you here if Miss Povell wasn’t so eager to have you with her. But you have my word, I’ll be back by your side bugging the hell out of you before you know it. Just keep your chin up, kay? Seeing your lovely face again is certainly a great motivation for me to finish off this mission as fast as possible. If it makes you feel better, though, I promise to take care. I’ll even let you chew out the other agents to watch my back properly, if you like?

Rodessa: Lovely!!! Y-you your?!!!

Agent 1: HEY BOSS STOP FLIRTING WITH YOUR GIRL THE REST OF US ARE MISSING OUR LOVERS TOO SO STOP SHOWING OFF!!

Rodessa: LOVER???!!!

Agent 2: Seriously he’s got that gentle look in his eyes again grose!

Huxian: ....

Rodessa: Huh?

Agent 3: I caught him setting a picture of his partner as a wallpaper, you know the picture of the girl and that cute white fox?

Agent 1: Oh yeaaaaaa~ I remember that isn't that the one with-

Rodessa: *Blush* …..

Huxian: Are you admitting to looking at my phone? Wooooooow, you guys suck at keeping that hidden. No wonder you aren’t the bosses if you let that bit of sneaking show so easily.

*The mischief glinted in his voice as he obviously turned his attention to Rodessa*

Huxian: I changed my mind, you need to be here cause these guys suck as agents.

Rodessa: *Hiding face in hands* Y-yea…. Aren't you embarrassed, ‘n I meany they sad that we were… and that you…. I…. um… you didn’t even deny-

Huxian: Who cares what they think. But hey, they’re only saying it because they’re jealous they don’t have girlfriends, never mind being close to a woman as lovely as you, Ro. I should be flattered they think we’re a thing, honestly. But hey, you’re welcome to help me kick their asses later if you like? Misplaced aggression is such a lovely way to get rid of stress, don’t you think?

Rodessa: You, you you!!! I told you many times not to compliment girls like that!!! We’ll get the wrong idea and you STILL haven't denied it!!! And no beating up your agents!!! You still need them.

*Mumble* After the mission is a different story but still!

Huxian: Hah, knew it. Let’s make that a date then. We can beat up my no good agents and have a good time like the old days. Sound fun?

Rodessa: FLUFFY!

Agents: Have you noticed. Yep. STILL hasn't denied it. Does he like her that much. No, no I think he's just trolling. Aaaahh~

Huxian: Ooooh, two birds with one stone! You guys are hilarious! *Almost audible wink* Am I trolling? Am I telling the truth? No one knoooooooows!

Rodessa: Trolling, he has to be trolling for my sanity pleas hell let that bastard be trolling.

Huxian: Am I~?

*Despite this, the obvious humour in his voice and the barely muffled laughter showed that yes, he was just having some fun this time*

Huxian: I have to get my kicks somewhere, Ro. Most of the time agents get stuffy. Someone has to keep them from becoming old fuddy-woodies before they’re even middle age.

Rodessa: ‘Old fuddy-woodies,’ fluffy you sound like an old man you know that?

Huxian: Well, I do have all this white hair. May as well use the language too, right? I might actually sound sophisticated for once. Is it working?

Rodessa: NO. when yours serious you sound cool and sophisticated, right now you just sound… like you. And I just thought you were a ‘Silver fox’ that why your hairs really light?

*AN: Silver Fox: an attractive middle-aged man having mostly gray or white hair*

Huxian: Well, I am a silver fox. Sounding like me hardly changes that since I’m always cool and sophisticated. I just operate on a level of it so high that I occasionally have to lower the amount of it to have it register to the mortal realm.

Rodessa: ... Yea~ ok fluffles. Keep telling yourself that.

Huxian: Wow, the disbelief in your voice is almost a physical entity all on its own. I could have been knocked out by it if you swung the sarcasm around a little harder.

Rodessa: *Chuckle* Dummy.

Agent 2: And there goes the fond eyes again someone take a picture!

SFX: Camera taking a photo.

Rodessa:... Fluffy? I-

Huxian: Mind holding the line? I have an agent to kill and bury. Will only take a sec!

Agents: Run!!!

*There was some scrambling and crashing sounds, along with yelps and the sound of doors slamming shut, then silence. The silence was the worrying part until Huxian chuckled and the sound of creaking springs could be heard over the line as Huxian obviously flopped down onto a bed*

Rodessa: *Sigh* …Tell me fluff ball, you didn't kill them, did you?

Huxian: Nah, the paperwork would just kill me instead if I did that. Besides, I need the minions to help me finish this mission of after all. Dead minions just aren’t that useful.

Rodessa: *Chuckle* you sound sleepy… am I bothering you?

*Sad eyes* Should I leave you to sleep?

Huxian: Nah, I can sleep when I’m dead.

*There was the sound of the bed springs and a groan sound as the man stretched, before flopping back on the bed once more*

Huxian: ‘Sides, I said I’d be sending pictures and I haven’t done it yet. Want one now? Just make sure your new mini- I mean, ‘partner’ - is less noisy than my minions. Keep that communicator away from prying hands. Apparently even leaving it to shower is not safe.

Rodessa: *Chuckle* What? You’re so weird? And oh, you're finally going to grace me with the converted photo? Come on, lets see.

Huxian: Your wish is my command

*There was a few moments before a buzz on Rodessa’s communicator indicated the arrival of the photograph, resting her phone to her shoulder as she reached for the newer device, swiping the code to unlock it. Her eyes widened as she saw the contents. The picture was of Huxian, draped over the bed with the blankets covering only enough that it could barely pass modesty, resembling the slightly provocative roman or greek statues rather than something real to life. His amber eyes, however, were glinting with a kind of impishness that came with the majority of his antics*

Rodessa: *Excited Shiver* Who… who are you trying to seduce!!! You know, there is such a thing as being too blessed you know! You look like a asian Adonis - n-no you're definitely him incarnate. Jesus!

*Barely audible voice* I think I’ll make this my wallpaper. Damn!

Huxian: *Laughing* Well, what’s the point in having it if I don’t let someone see it? Although I’ll have you know I’m no Adonis. I’m much better, thank you.

*There was an almost audible wink to that last statement*

Rodessa: There something else we all wanna see now remove the blanket… uuum humm~

Also vanity is a sin, you know that right?

Huxian: Is it vanity if it’s true? And this is coming from the girl who wants me to take a photo minus the blankets *Teasingly* You know, I can do it. Shall I see if I can blow you away, rose bud?

Rodessa: *Excited shiver, and holding herself* S-Shut it fluff ball!!! No fair. Even when your so far away it feels like your right her toying with me~

Huxian: Is that in invitation?

Rodessa: Bully, Fiend, Devil, Demon! I’m the only one reacting and your as calm as-

Huxian: How do you know I’m not? I could just be a very good actor. Besides, when one plays with a toy, one is usually ‘pulling the strings’, not reacting. But if you want to play it that way….I’m excited to hear you toy with me. Come on, I’m waiting to see what you can do, ‘Noir’.

Rodessa: Jerk…. I can't think of….

*there was a ruffle of soft fabric, and a faint sound of a camera snapping, a faint buzz was hurt on the other end.*

Rodessa: This is all I can do,  I hope that picture can keep your focus. I want to monopolize your everything, you belong to me after all, so don't tease your beloved parner like this ok, fluffy?

*There was a pause on the line as Huxian obviously busied himself looking over the picture. However, the moment stretched on for a lot longer than a required quick glance would need. A little bit longer than even a good stare, before finally the sound of a breath being released, as if Huxian had temporarily forgotten to breathe and only just recalled.*

Huxian: ….I so need to renew all my passwords. This? This is lethal to any unprepared. Gods, lady, I’ve heard of ‘femme fatale’ before, but this here could commit murder.

Rodessa: *Seductive tone and chuckle* Well, I learned from the best, handsome. You’re not the only one who can seduce thought the screen.

Huxian: You have a wonderful teacher then. *A few more moments of silence* Aaaaaaand set as wallpaper!

Rodessa: *Chuckle* Pervert.

Huxian: You know you love me.

Rodessa: Do I know that?

Huxian: Unless you had amnesia recently….?

Rodessa: Dam it fluffy you ruined it! *Chuckle*

*A light laugh came from the other end of the line*

Huxian: Did I mention lately that I miss you? Cause I do, partner.

Rodessa: *Blush* ...I miss you… to… so much that it hurts, I want to touch you again, I want you to hug me and sleep on my sofa together…. Fluffy I-

Huxian: I won’t be long now. You’ll see me soon, I promise. Just a little longer. In the meantime, you stay out of trouble. And if you can’t, kick trouble in the nuts and give it the finger as you walk over it. We’ll have a drink and dinner as we talk about our mad missions - my treat.

Rodessa: *Weak laugh* It almost sounds like you're asking me on a date.

*Huxian was about to say something when there was the sound of a knocking on the door. After a quick apology and a quick, muffled conversation as Huxian had obviously moved away from the phone, Huxian’s voice returned to the speakers once more*

Huxian: Ah, looks like no rest for the wicked. Looks like I’ve got a strategy meeting to get to before I can get in a nap. You get a good rest in the meantime, though. I expect some good tales when we meet up again, kay?

Rodessa: ….Yea…. night  night fluffy.

Huxian: Sweet dreams, rose bud.

*With that, there was a click and the low drone of a cut line. Miles away, Huxian looked down at the phone and sighed, scrubbing his hands over his face tiredly.*

Voice: My friend when you are exhausted, your affection for the girl is adorable, yet so sad. Perhaps it is my opinion, by why not pursue her? I didn’t raise you to be so vulnerable, did I?

*Despite being spoken to, Huxian didn’t bother to raise his head beyond a weak smile and a soft chuckle*

Huxian: You know why. Don’t pretend you dont. You’ve always been watching, even when I’ve not deserved the attention. Besides, my tiredness has nothing to do with Rodessa. Fighting a minor zombie apocalypse tends to make one a little tired, friend.

Voice: So you deny her? Did she not say the girl could heal your pain? Has she not eased many already? While you may make excuses, my boy, it is as you say - I’m always watching over you. It is my duty to guide you. However, I merely guide, not force. But know that the longer you wait, the more your queen will be exposed. If you lose her, it will be a miricle to get her back.

Huxian: Perhaps. Perhaps not. True, The Lady did say that, but she did not say that Rodessa needed to be my mate to do that. I do care for her, of course, but she is not that child any longer. To hold her to promises she doesn’t remember, all the while forced to lie because it’s ‘not the time’...no, that is cruel. Rodessa is my partner. I would rather not hurt her, be it due to lies or my ‘curse’.

*He smiled as he looked up to the speaker*

Huxian: Even so, thank you for caring enough to stick around to try to reason with me either way. I don’t deserve it, but I appreciate you being here. You’ve been the closest thing to a father I have, after all.

Voice: My boy, you were my child the moment I invited you into my home, do you recall?

*The being floated over to the young man, stroking his hair. It seemed to relieve the tension he carried somewhat.*

Voice: So let me worry for you like a father should. Tell me, are you afraid the girl will deny you? Or are you afraid you will break if you tell her?

*The young man leaned into the touch, eyes closed and exhaustion clear on his face. He would very much have liked to sleep like that, but he had too many responsibilities to face to take longer than a few moments of comfort*

Huxian: Neither.

*His eyes opened part way, darker than the usually bright playfulness he usually displayed*

Huxian: I fear that I would curse another to meet that same fate. I’m poisonous, you know.

*He smiled, though it didn’t touch his eyes*

Huxian: It’s better this way.

*The figure continued to stroke the younger man’s head, knowing exactly how to ease the last of the tension from his charge*

Voice: I highly doubt that is the case for either of you. But for now, rest. You look like death. *Scoffs* Death….*Shaking head* Fear not, child. I won’t let time move too quickly until you wake, so rest.

*Snorting softly, amused but too relaxed from the petting to make more of an effort to show it, Huxian curled up into the sheets, leadened eyes blinking slowly, before finally falling shut, too heavy to keep open longer as the figure continued to stroke his hair with gentle fingers*

Huxian: Th’nks…

*The specter pulled a flute from his robes and pressed it to his lips, humming slightly.*

Voice: Would you care for a Lullaby? I can play one if it will aid your sleep

*Too tired and relaxed to respond verbally beyond a whine at the back of his throat, he sleepilly nuzzled a nod into his pillow*

*The Spectator smiled fondly, before allowing himself to play. The song was gentle, somewhat warm and maternal in nature, it truly was the key to unlocking Morphius’ gate and finally abling the young man to float peacefully in the world of dreams.*

[END]

Tell Me A Fable: My Story Pt 8

Iyome: It would seem that you’re so fixated on this pipe-dream that you will not listen to reason. If I didn’t know any better that this is just the stupidity of youth then I’d have assumed the two of you to be bewitched. Very well then. If you won’t see reason now, that is fine. But until you can see the error of your ways, you will not be leaving this clan. In fact, you will remain in this room until you can grow up and see that not everything can be fixed by just making merry and singing a little song about changing the world.

Rozyus: PAPA! Y-

*However, Iyome did not look back, emotions of frustration and worry seemed to wash over him as he stood by the closed door*

Rozyus [Muffled voice]: Damn that old man!!!!

*Iyome said nothing, running his hand through his hair, listening to the agonising sobs of his child. Shaking his head, he began to walk along the stone halls. Closing his fist as if to crush something, he sighed.*

Iyome: This is for the best.

Venus: Is that so? Seems to me like someone overreacted.

Iyome: *frowning* I did only what was-

Iyome & Venus: *Unison* Right for the clan.

Venus: Yes, I’m aware. But maybe, just maybe, you should do right by your ‘daughter’. Right now, you’re trying to snap and rework the string that I so meticulously wove. You’re playing with my subjects and doing my work…. Making it harder. Making me work harder. There’s so much negative emotion emitting from that boy now that you might as well be serving him up on a silver platter.

Iyome: My affairs and my child are none of your concern, so I suggest-

Venus: *Dark aura* Suggest what? Hmm~?

Remember that it is I, not you, who reigns over love. It is I, not you, who has the right to inflict their power in this matter. Your behaviour today was disgusting. Injuring your best student…. Breaking your child heart! And even destroying Inari’s seal!!! Are you mad?! ...I used to see you as a wise man, but all that remains is a desperate idiot, so focused on the past that you can’t even begin to look at the future, and they are paying for it!!!

*The young woman eyes looked as if she were about to cry.*

Iyome: Don't give him false hope. I’ll only make him hurt more.

Venus: *Fading away* Says the one who hurt him in the first place. Knowing that… you have no right to talk. If you want a puppet, then go make him so. But know this: the moment you force that child’s had is the moment you ruined his chance at happiness for eternity. Are you prepared for that?

Iyome: ...Yes…. if that is what it takes…

Venus: *Fading away* Then be prepared for the consequences.

*Meanwhile, with a yell of anger, Rozyus punched the door, which, predictably, did nothing but cause his hands to hurt even more, and stormed back to the bed, flopping on the sheets, seething with anger and trying to ignore the welling despair that seemed to be trying to claw its way out of his throat. He knew his father was stubborn, but to go this far, to literally harm his own student, to lock Rozyus away in his room as if he were some criminal and this a gilded cage...And even so, he wouldn’t even listen to them! They hadn’t made their decision lightly, they had thought things through, how they could change the world. Maybe it wouldn’t be an instant easy fix as Iyome seemed to be trying for, but they would be helping everyone to move to a better future. If they didn’t, they would merely become stagnant in an effort to preserve what they thought of as perfection and many people would suffer for it in the long run. Why couldn’t he see that?

Grabbing one of his pillows, he bit down on it as he screamed in frustration, trying to hide the tears welling up in his eyes*

Voice: Well well, this does seem to be quite the mess…

*Breath hitching at the sound of a familiar voice, Rozyus launched up from the pillow and whipped around, eyes wide as the materialising form of the goddess Venus solidified in the room, standing there looking for all the world as if she had merely walked casually through the door*

Venus: Then again, with how he acted in Mother’s room, I’m surprised he didn’t do more damage. Obviously he took out enough on little Inari and had the rest calmed enough by Mother that he decided to resort to words instead of fists.

*Her expression, while as poised and beautiful as ever, had at least an edge of sympathy to it*

Venus: I do hope you are unharmed, boy.

*The boy’s eyes, hot, red and slightly puffed with tears, began to franticly fix his sorry state.*

Rozyus: *Panicked* I-if I knew you were to visit me… I would have-

Venus: *Gentle Eyes* You need not stand on airs, it is just me. A ‘Lady’ must know when it is time to cry, and when to stand tall. You are not weak, but when it comes to your breaking point, know when to stop. allow your emotions to flow, but to not get caught in the tide… one tends to drown that way.

Rozyus: But… but how am I going to get thought to him…? That stubborn ass won’t listen to reason! And… and…

*Venus sat at the edge of the bed. Resting the boy’s head in her lap, she began to pet his hair.*

Venus: My dear, do you know that makeup is the war paint of a woman?  

Rozyus: Huh? What does that have to-?

Venus: *Snapping her fingers.* Make up is the war paint of a woman. A dark brown around the eyes will streak if you cry, so you must not.  

A deep rouge, the hue of passion and rage. Your words can either make or break kingdoms. You are a woman and by nature it is the our one true power.  

 

A kiss of pink - you to show that you are indeed a woman, the fairer sex, not the weaker. You have the power to charm ‘men’ into doing as you please. After your tears have dried, I believe it is time for you to finally wear your colours. You are going to war - a war over your heart and your freedom. It is only fitting.

Rozyus: I…I still don’t understand….

Venus: You will soon. I will have my servant teach the attendants how to properly dress you and apply it. And, when you need me, I will be there. Right now, your love story is waning, the threads are starting to unravel, and it’s up to you both to allow those threads to become taught once more. Can you do that?

Rozyus: ...Yes…

Venus: Good. Now, saying that, I have a message from your love.

Message:

Inari: ‘Don’t give up, because I haven’t yet.’ I’ve got work to do to get there, but…More than anything, I don’t want Rozyus to feel despair. I love you.

--- One Week Later ---

*Though time had passed, it seemed that Iyome was being true to his word that he wouldn’t allow Rozyus to leave his room. However, this did not mean that the rest of the clan hadn’t learned of the events that had taken place on the day that Iyome had dragged his son through the compound and locked him away. Rumours had spread amongst them, though none could say what was truth or exaggeration, and tensions rose as no true answers were forthcoming, even as Iyome himself attempted to deal with some of the more outspoken.*

Leader 1: Lord Iyome, Princess. I seems history is repeating itself once again. However, I do not blame the Princess for her alleged actions, no… You cannot help what is in your blood, after all.

Rozyus: *Cold eyes and authoritarian tone and smile* Is that so? I would be careful, My lord. Remember, my father is your reigning king. Besides, we are the other side of the divine beings. To insult them is to insult ourselves. Do keep that in mind.

*Crowd chatter and a few of the elders laugh. Embarrassed, the man backs down.*

Leader 1: *Mutter* You little bitch…. How dare you!

Leader 2: Quite right, but that does not give them a pass. This doubly applies to yourself, ‘my lady’. It has come to our attention that you were branded with the mark of a slave recently. That you are in a…fling with a deity…. Is that true?

Leader 3: If that is the case, then we ‘insist’ that you renounce such a shameful act. It is bad enough to allow one of our sacred households to be… influence by their blood… If it is a mate you require, then look to one of our sons.

*The third elder gestures to a long line of men, some tall, some short, some handsome, some average looking men, all presented as the pride of the five clans.*

Leader 4: I assure you that they are skilled in the art of love and war, they all excel in their fields, whether it be tactics or combat. Our sons will make a fine addition to your blood. Hopefully, within a generation or so we will bring back the purity to your blood once more. Pick as many as you wish.

Rozyus: *Disinterested* Hm. Is that all you old men care about? How blue your blood is?

As charming as I’m sure they are, I-

Iyome: I believe that is a wonderful idea, getting to know your scuiters better.

Rozyus: ...You’re fucking me right? You’re intentionally ignoring the mood, right?

Iyome: I’m sure that once the Princess gets to know your sons, she will be able to chose and bare a new stronger generation.

Elders: Indeed. Well spoken. Then it is decided: the princess shall spend time with the sons of all our clans and-

Rozyus: *small voice progressively getting louder* All of you… You barberions! SAVIGE DOGS!!! I already have a M.A.T.E! So leave us be with your-

Iyome: ROZYUS!!!

*The boy rose to his feet, flipping off everyone in the room. He hastily addresses the men in the room one last time before using the flower walk to leave the room.*

A/N:(Flower Walk)The sequence of movements, though seemingly unrelated to the untrained eye, were what everyone knew was the beginning of the flower walk, the initial building of kinesthetic force that would make the user appear as if they were teleporting due to the pure speed and the energy left behind in the form of what most represented them.

Rozyus: I will not partake in this! I renounce this B.S dick measuring contest you’re all having. I am not a piece of cattle!

I am not prepared to break my vows to the man I love, and I will not betray our love. Not for you, father, not for anyone…. Like I said before…this is your mess - keep me out of it!

Iyome: Rozyus! Rozyus, get back here at once!

*The room, fell silent once more, all eyes now on Iyome. Coughing into his hand, Iyome straightened out his attire. One of the suitors stepped forward, slowly walking towards him before turning around and addressing the agitated crowd.*

Suitor 1: I do not believe that love can come from force. Instead, let us look to the more logical solution to our predicament. The answer is simple: We must woo the princess. Should she fall for one of us, then she will renounce her perceived love for the god she is currently infatuated with. This cannot be done through aggressive means, but with patience and a gentle hand. To put pressure on her will only force her to flee. Besides, a caring touch...I believe it is something that might benefit us all to put into practice, wouldn’t you agree, my lords?

*There was a low murmur amongst the crowds, though the five lords nodded in agreement before dismissing the meeting. As some of the crowds began to leave the room, the Suitor bent down, plucking one of the petals left behind from Rozyus’ hasty exit, bringing it up to his eye as he turned it in his fingers, sharp eyes scanning over the construct for a moment. Barely noticable, a thoughtful frown crossed the man’s face, before he lowered his arm once more. However, unseen by any of the others still conferring amongst themselves, the Suitor tucked the petal into one of his sleeves before turning to the lords once more*

Suitor 1: For now, it would seem that there is little more that we can do here since the one in most need of being convinced has vacated the hall. I’m afraid that I am also currently inflicted with a rather full schedule. If we do not have more to discuss, then I’m afraid I must take my leave.

*A slight bow, fist over heart*

Suitor 1: If you will excuse me, my lords.

*The young man left the hall, gesturing to his two beasts, ruffling their fur before stroking it once more. They returned the notion by licking the man’s cheek. Once their affectionate play was over, he walked them out of the building, making sure that few people were around before pulling out the petal, allowing his beasts to track the sent.*

Suitor 1: Lead me to the Princess. While I’m sure she would prefer not to have visitors right now, I feel it would only harm her to be alone. If I can ease her suffering a little from this, then I will apologize for intruding upon her solitude once I’m certain she is well after the commotion.

*He watched for a moment as the beasts took the scent of the petal before lowering their noses to the ground, sniffing for any sign, before they both began to focus more intently. He smiled as he knew they had picked up on the trail.*

Suitor 1: Lead on.

*The boy had run far enough to be out of his father’s sight. The unfortunate thing was that, in his haste to flee, he had gotten himself lost. But it wasn’t all bad, he told himself. At least he was alone, at least the flowers and the gentle moonlight could keep him company. The boy walked over to a large tree, its roots arched in away he could use to lay upon for a while. He could think about returning home later. Right now all he wished was to see his beloved once more.*

Rozyus: ...The moon’s so big tonight… I wonder if he sees the same moon I am…? Inari, are your wounds better? Are you looking for me…? ‘Nari~ *Crying.*

*While the boy sobbed quietly, the Suitor had finally reached the place where Rozyus had fled to. However, he remained silent as he stayed in the shadows, observing the scene with worried eyes. He knew that, despite how the Princess had acted, it was obvious that a lot of pressure had built up for ‘her’. However, as much as he wished to comfort the boy, he knew appearing at that moment would only make him come across as the same type of person the pushy lords had been. She would only flee in retaliation, or push his help away with all the ruthlessness of a scorned woman.

However, the Suitor had an idea of how to help without setting foot into the moonlight. Silently, he knelt beside his lupine companions and, quietly, whispered into their ears before stepping back once more. With barks of acknowledgement, the two wolves loped into the moonlight to where the Princess sobbed, pressing their furry bodies against her as if in an attempt to seek affection, whining for attention.*

Rozyus: *Sniff* Huh?... W-where did you guys come from…? Are you lost too? H-hey! Don't lick me like that! Hahaha! It tickles stop!!! Haahhaha!

*The boys eyes were still somewhat blurred with tears. But he pet the wolves hugging one and petting the other. The wolves remained gentle, but playful. One licked the salty tears from his face and nose at his ears in affection, tickling at the sensitive insides with its whiskers while the over butted its head under the boy’s hand and shoved under his arm, tails wagging with enough force that it was surprising they didn’t take off into the air by the power of it alone.

From the shadows, the Suitor watched a little longer, making note of the watery smile and the more confident petting as the wolves helped to soothe him somewhat, enough, at least, that he was sure the boy wouldn’t flee should he intrude. With that in mind, the man stepped through the undergrowth*

Suitor: *Soft laugh* It seems you’ve made a new friend. I hope you’re not bothering the poor lady, you two. Not everyone you meet requires a bath, you know.

*Rozyus looked up from his furry friends. The sight of one of the suitors seemed to bring down his mood once more.*

Suitor: I’m sorry, Miss. I didn’t mean to disturb you when you would probably prefer not to see anyone from the clans right now. I’ll admit though, I was concerned for you. Not that I don’t believe you could take care of yourself at all, but the fact that you’re being pressured as you are. It’s not fair that you should take such a burden on yourself. My friends seemed to have the same thoughts in mind. They’re big softies, you know?

*He smiles fondly at the wolves for a moment, before the smile drops once more*

Suitor: If you’d prefer me to leave, I understand. I just couldn’t in good conscience leave anyone to suffer alone if I could provide some assistance.

Rozyus: *Blunt flat look* You can go. These fluffs can stay.

Suitor: *Slightly teasingly* Ouch. Rejected for my friends. I see how it is. Woe is me, abandoned by my favorite pooches, deserted. The agony!

*Pretends to faint, hand over his forehead*

Rozyus: Pft!

Rozyus [Inner thought]:*Mutter* Where have I seen that act before? ‘Nari…? No no it’s… Mama…  yea definitely Mama.

Rozyus: *Chuckle* They’re cute, they’re fluffy, they have no intention of forcing me to wed and they are far more civil than anyone in that meeting today…. Like I said before, sir, I already have someone I love. My heart won't bent to another, so I’m sorry, I-

Suitor: Forgive my interruption, but I have no intention of forcing anything. You are your own person, after all. Besides, all forcing you would do is cause resentment and misery. That’s no way for anyone to live. As I said before, it’s cruel that you’re in this situation in the first place.

*He shook his head sadly, gently running a hand over the head of one of his companions*

Suitor: All I hoped to do was to help. Dealing with the leaders even occasionally can be frustrating to the point of tears sometimes. Gods only know that I’ve been tempted to punt a few of them through a wall and don’t get me started on how often I’ve needed to force myself to stay awake during meetings. Don’t tell anyone, but after the sixth of seventh time about being lectured on ‘upholding the clan honour’ you begin to tune them out so much I ended up composing about two songs and come up with about five escape plans before I realise I missed the entire dressing down and have to pretend to look properly chastised.

Rozyus: *Laughs* You’re…weird. You’re not like the rest of them, are you?

Suitor: I do hope not. I think if there were lots of me running around the world might implode.

Rozyus: *Shakes head*  You’re so…. Truthfully, what can one say to that…? You… you truly have no intention of forcing me into anything?

Suitor: Exactly. You’ve made your stance perfectly clear. As you said in the hall, you’re not cattle or a doll, you are a living, breathing person with thoughts and feelings already forced into a horrible situation. What would be the purpose of making you miserable? No. Besides, it would be cruel to us both. Your heart longs for another. I would only be second place to him in your heart, even if I was cruel enough to follow through. It wouldn’t be fair on any of us.

*He offers a smile*

Suitor: If anything, I’d much rather be your friend. I doubt either of us gets much of an opportunity for that, due to our stations. And sometimes, having someone who won’t gasp at me in shock if I sneeze at the wrong time or dont have my hair and clothes just so after I’ve been training is much more preferable to me. It’s hard to have to act ‘lordly’ all the time. It sometimes makes me wonder that, if they’re so bothered about the purity of the lines why they don’t just marry your father instead. Uh...though if that were to happen I might need to drown myself to prevent my poor brain from ever seeing such mental images again.

Rozyus: *Chuckle* Well, at least we can agree on that… Hey, mind helping a poor girl up?

Suitor: Your wish is my command

*With a smile, the man sketches a mock bow to the boy before offering a hand to him, helping to pull the boy to his feet once more*

Suitor: And even after all that running not a stain on your clothes at all. What’s your secret? It’d save me a fortune in time from lectures.

Rozyus: It's a secret… Oh, before I forget, my name is Rozyus. Yours?

[END]

Tell Me A Fable: My Story Pt 7

Venus: I’ll stick with the Pup. He’s going to need someone by him…. Want me to tell him anything before I go?

Inari: Tell him….tell him ‘Don’t give up, because I haven’t yet.’ I’ve got work to do to get there, but…More than anything, I don’t want Rozyus to feel despair. And….tell him I love him.

Venus: Ok… then I’ll be off.

Inari: Thank you. And…I’m sorry I’ve set things off early. But I promise...I won’t fail.

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*A few weeks had passed since the fateful day that resulted in Rozyus being dragged from Parame’s temple by his father. Since then, it seemed that Iyome was as good as his word - Rozyus had not been permitted to go to the temple, or anywhere that the Inari might have access to. In fact, Rozyus had not even been allowed out of his room, locked inside. The only times it was opened was when food needed to be delivered to him, or someone was helping to deal with any clothing that needed to be washed. Beyond that, Rozyus was left to his solitude.

Rozyus [Inner thought]: How long must I say here…? How long will this man bind me to these four walls painted in its archaic design? Alone in this silence, it's maddening, these boorish statues loom over me, judging my every move like I’m some priced stock they must obtain… It's maddening! My voice hurts, screaming reason to deaf ears… my strength is gone, my hand raw from pounding at this decadent beast of a door. My only glimpse at the world is a small crack though this window that lets in a flicker of real light. Like my faith...this juvenile faith, is waning.

*The boy, getting up from his seat at the edge of the window, dragged his feet back the the bed, the sound of his hills echoed like metal on concrete. There was a tightness in his breath made it head to breathe as he gasped, tears that he had held back until now had reached there limit, overflowing as he crashed onto the bed, the echoes of weeks prior returning to him.*

---Flashback---

Iyome: We’re done here. You obviously can’t be trusted to keep your minds on what’s most important. We’re leaving. Don’t expect to come back any time soon!

*With that, ignoring any weak protest from Inari, he began to march towards the exit, dragging Rozyus behind*

Rozyus: No! Papa don't take me away from him! No...NO!!!

---

*Even though they had finally left the temple and the stunned deities, Iyome didn’t let go of his squirming son, ignoring all of the boy’s protests. If he were to let go, the boy would likely try his best to get back to Inari. Enough damage had been done to centuries of planning without the boy making more of a scene now they had entered Clan territory. Even this much was making a show to any of the clansmen as they passed, since Rozyus was persisting to protest and act like a child. It was obvious that he was not going to be acting as his position in the clan dictated he should.

Iyome was not going to allow any more shame to be brought on them before he could get his son’s head straight. If he could do that there was a possibility he could also convince his idiotic student to reverse what they had done in some attempt to salvage the situation, but that couldn’t be done if Rozyus continued to act in such a ridiculously clingy manner.

Thus, firstly remove each other from their influences. First task done. Now he just needed to keep them away from each other until their heads overrode whatever spontaneous idiocy their hearts thought they should have done.

Ignoring the whispering of the increasingly concerned and scandalised fellows, Iyome pulled his son all the way to Rozyus’ bedroom and had to half throw him inside before Rozyus started clinging to the door frames. While the boy tried to scramble off the bed where he had been thrown (Iyome was angry but not enough to damage the boy irreparable) slamming the door behind him and turned the lock, preventing his escape. That done, Iyome turned back to the boy, looming over him with a stirn expression, barely holding back his anger at his son’s stupidity*

Rozyus: Papa, why are you acting like this?! You hurt him…. You hurt him….! You didn't even let us spe-

Iyome: Do you even have any idea the ramifications of what you both have done? I doubt that you do. If you did, not only would you have never done this in the first place, but you would understand exactly why I acted as I did. How could you be so foolish?!

Rozyus: *Glairing* YOU OF ALL PEOPLE HAVE NO ROOM TO TALK! When you’re the one who wed a woman who was not part of your clan! When you’re the one who had a child that was not a pure breed! Shouldn't you be the one as Clan Head man be advocating the diversity of lovers and children?! Shouldn't I, as your child, have that right?! Aren’t we the ones who should lead by example?! But no! Instead, from the day Mother let me out of her womb, you’ve been forcing your views down my neck, forcing me to live like a sacrificial lamb, a pain that is used to ‘Fix’ your sins! Well I'm not your puppet! I’m not you and I will love and be with whomever I see fit!!!

*Though labored breaths, the boy pressed on*

You know, he’s a good man. He's strong and capable…. He makes my dark world that little bit brighter… Can't you see that Papa…? Why do you want to send me back into the darkness again…when I finally was able to grasp the light?

Iyome: It is because of what I did that you cannot just do as you like. Because of my mistakes, this clan has been treading on thin ice. Even amongst others of the mystic world, our clan was deemed as weak or tainted because I apparently could not love one from within it. Because I bedded your mother, the clan is divided by differing opinions and looking for the smallest of errors in order to tear us apart at the seams. What I’m trying to do is keep the clan united, the way it has not since my greatest mistake. Should the resentment continue, not only would we have a civil war on our hands but other clans would move in while we are weakened to pullage what they can and drive us to extinction! What either of us truly want - those things will never be something we can have just because we want it. Because I followed my heart and not my head I doomed us all and I’m working to fix what I broke. I’m trying to prevent you from doing the same!

Rozyus: Why must I be the one to fix your mistakes?! Can't you see, you’re using me as a scapegoat! Why can't you find another way to solve this? Why can't you reform bonds by having a second wife, as clearly both my existence and Mother’s presence as your WIFE is such a hindrance to you!? Correct your mistake by renouncing my legitimacy and your so called ‘love’ - it was a mistake after all, wasn't it? Well now's your chance to fix it!

You’re a handsome wolf - I doubt there aren't a shortage of bitches to bait your bastards.

Iyome: The mere fact that I chose a goddess before all others is the point. Not to mention that I am not using you as a scapegoat. What I’m trying to do is prevent you from also making mistakes that could jeopardise your very existence! The fact that you are of mixed blood already rankles at people.

But there are tales of what happens to mixed bloods who become involved with gods. Almost ever known case in the past has ended poorly for both the god and the mixed blood child! And not in an outcast way, but ending in utter tragedy! I’m trying to protect you from that! I’m trying to give you a place within this clan as well! If it were as easy as just taking another wife or merely ‘talking’ about it, don’t you think I would have done it already?! Ever since your birth I have done everything in my power, sacrificed everything I could to protect this clan. Don’t you dare act as if you are the victim here when you trying to throw yourself into oblivion due to utter folly!

Rozyus: How dare you! One: how am I not a fucking scapegoat for you,?! I’m a fucking political pawn you need to marry off to protect this fucking clan!  You're clan, not mine! Two: don’t you think we know the repercussions!?! Form the moment we’re able to comprehend our own existence, my kin have been told the stories. Yet I can't help falling in love with a man who just so happens to be a pure blooded divine being. Like you allegedly did…. To tell me that our love and actions are ‘due to utter folly’ is not only insulting to my love… but your own…. Its hypocritical!

And it’s because I have no place to be accepted that I wish to cleave one, for me and him and other like us! We plan on making this world a better one, and it’s the old dogs like you, father, that are holding us back! You’re so stuck in your ways that you forgotten about how the new generation has the power to change the world. You can’t look in front of you because you’re always looking back. Planning for the worst without even looking for the best….  

And you don't even get how your actions are proving to do the opposite of your intentions! The reason why this clan is failing is because of you…. The people are upset and instead of listening to them you're doing a patch work job! This clan needs to be broken and reforged. It’s the only way to heal cant you see that? …. Papa.

*For a moment, Iyome is silent, but from the expression on his face, it was difficult to say if the words were getting through to him or not. Finally, however, any hope that it might have was torn away as the man merely pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration, eyes closed as he took a deep breath*

Iyome: It would seem that you’re so fixated on this pipe-dream that you will not listen to reason. If I didn’t know any better that this is just the stupidity of youth then I’d have assumed the two of you to be bewitched. Very well then. If you won’t see reason now, that is fine. But until you can see the error of your ways, you will not be leaving this clan. In fact, you will remain in this room until you can grow up and see that not everything can be fixed by just making merry and singing a little song about changing the world.

Rozyus: PAPA! Y-

*However, Iyome did not look back. Pausing only to unlock the door he was outside the room a moment later, the scraping of keys in the lock was almost like nails scratching in the wood of a coffin. Awash with cold dread, Rozyus knew that he had been locked inside, hot tears straked the boys face, beating the door and bruising his hands*

Rozyus: Damn this old man!!!!

*With a yell of anger, Rozyus punched the door, which, predictably, did nothing but cause his hands to hurt even more, and stormed back to the bed, flopping on the sheets, seething with anger and trying to ignore the welling despair that seemed to be trying to claw its way out of his throat. He knew his father was stubborn, but to go this far, to literally harm his own student, to lock Rozyus away in his room as if he were some criminal and this a gilded cage...And even so, he wouldn’t even listen to them! They hadn’t made their decision lightly, they had thought things through, how they could change the world. Maybe it wouldn’t be an instant easy fix as Iyome seemed to be trying for, but they would be helping everyone to move to a better future. If they didn’t, they would merely become stagnant in an effort to preserve what they thought of as perfection and many people would suffer for it in the long run. Why couldn’t he see that?

Grabbing one of his pillows, he bit down on it as he screamed in frustration, trying to hide the tears welling up in his eyes*

Voice: Well well, this does seem to be quite the mess…

*Breath hitching at the sound of a familiar voice, Rozyus launched up from the pillow and whipped around, eyes wide as the materialising form of the goddess Venus solidified in the room, standing there looking for all the world as if she had merely walked casually through the door*

Venus: Then again, with how he acted in Mother’s room, I’m surprised he didn’t do more damage. Obviously he took out enough on little Inari and had the rest calmed enough by Mother that he decided to resort to words instead of fists.

*Her expression, while as poised and beautiful as ever, had at least an edge of sympathy to it*

Venus: I do hope you are unharmed, boy.

[END]