Golden eyes snapped open.
Something was hitting the window.
Silently, the previously meditating figure stood up and padded towards the half open window.
They blinked, before sighing in annoyance and opening the window fully, grabbing the winged mans hand and pulling him inside.
"What are you doing here?" Azami hissed at her partner...lover...thing.
"I wanted to see you, precious thing." Byakuran said, smiling cheerfully at the annoyed brunette.
"You saw me a week ago." She retorted flatly, looking up at him in annoyance, in her mind she cursed the fact she was shorter then him.
"A week is too long." He announced, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her to his chest, ignoring how she hit him in frustration.
"You're a lovesick dork." Azami muttered, wrapping her arms around him in return.
"Only for you." He replied.
She pulled back and looked up at him in amusement "I'm sure you'd be a dork even without me, Bya-ku-ran."
"You wound me." He proclaimed dramatically.
Azami rolled her eyes at him "You're such a dork." She repeated, pulling away from him to grab his hand and tug him over to the sofa that sat across from her bed.
"I'm your dork." He replied, complacently allowing her to pull him onto the sofa.
"Of course." She drawled, pulling his head down to lay on her lap, before she started running her fingers through his hair.
Azami looked across at her companion.
"I see you're looking well, Shippō." She commented.
Indeed, the fox demon was doing rather well, now that the Arcobaleno curse was no longer affecting him.
He had, in the six months since the curse was broken, grown quicker then the rest of the previous Pacifier holders, he looked like a preteen.
"Of course I am." He scoffed in amusement.
"Cocky brat," She drawled before shaking her head "You didn't call me here to discuss your appearance, so what did you call me here for?"
Shippō quickly became serious "You know, when you found me and we made that deal, I want to stop being Skull. Permanently."
"Why?" She asked, looking at him with unreadable eyes.
"I have too many bad memories attached to that name. I'm thought of as weak, useless, spineless, a humans lackey. If it came to it, I would be willing to don the mask of Skull for brief periods of time, but..."
She held up her hand in the universal gesture for stop "Okay." She stated simply, understanding without him finishing, in her mind she cursed the rest of the Arcobaleno, deeply wishing that she could shove them back into the time of demons to see how they would survive.
(She hoped they would be eaten or burned or dissolved, actually anything would suffice. Except maybe the Storm and the Sky, those two she was fine with)
Azami moved over slightly to allow Uroko-jū to join her on her perch on the roof of the Hantei headquarters.
The pair sat in silence until one of them broke it.
"Can you feel it?" The dragon daiyōkai asked his old friend, eyes still trained on the night sky.
"You mean the sense that something big is going to happen? Dude, I've been having these feelings since that bastard Reborn showed up, so you're going to have to be more specific."
He huffed in annoyance "That feeling we used get when a big battle was on the horizon, one where there would copious amounts of bloodshed, and all we could do was make sure it wasn't ours."
"Ah. That one," She hummed in thought "Yeah. I've been having a feeling something's gonna happen, what, I do not know."
The pair lapsed into silence once again, until it was broken once again by Uroko-jū.
"I looked into it, you know." He commented offhandedly.
"What?" She replied.
"Aika's marriage. She married some Italian bastard and had several children, she never mentioned her demon heritage to them, instead opting to seal away their powers and demonic attributes."
"I know she was your daughter, but she was a bitch."
He sighed "I know. My sons at least understood my lessons about honour. Pity they grew overconfident." He tacked onto the end absently.
"Hmm," Azami muttered distantly, her eyes remained locked on the sky 'something's going to happen, that I know for sure, but the more important question in this situation is what will happen.'
"I mean," He continued "She forgot all loyalty as soon as she fell in with that bastard."
Azami snorted in disbelief "I'm sorry, but I remain firmly of the belief that she was a spoiled chit to begin with. The Italian was just the breaking point."
Uroko-jū shrugged "Maybe you're right." He conceded, unwilling to speak ill of his only daughter.
Azami stood up and stretched "Enough with this talk of the past and what might happen, lets go play poker and drink enough sake to kill a elephant."
He laughed and stood up "You're a girl after my own heart, Azami."
"I thank you, rock for brains." She retorted jokingly.
"I resent that!" He shouted, before dissolving into laughter alongside his best friend.
So what if there was war on the horizon?
The pair had faced almost gods and come away none the worst for wear.
They would be fine.
Updates are probably going to be more sporadic for this one because I am literally on my own for this ones plot.
This should be as long as Black cats and orange skies if all goes according to plan.
The confirmed arcs are as follows:
Daily life arc
Demon vs Mafia war arc
Skull's secret arc (though that might just become part of another arc)
Into the past arc
The arcs aren't in order of appearance and there will probably be one or two more added at a later date.
Any ideas are appreciated.
Azami and Byakuran interactions will most likely not occur for awhile after this chapter so there's that.
Thoughts?
See ya
