MOONSET'S POV

A few days passed since I had left my swords in the alleyway that night. I was interested to see how the 4 would proceed with my gift, so I shadowed them, but only Marth's movements. Once again had he sparked my interest. My blue-haired lordling was busing himself with translating my Latin sayings. There was a time when I felt some of my hope that he'd figure out the puzzle fade, but then Soren pointed out Ike, his old friend, helping mine with the task. That renewed it. Pit, Claudia's kid brother, drew out the weapons I had showcased that night-the chainsaw and 'Rose's death'. The Clock Gear blades were right there, so he didn't have much trouble drawing those out-it was pretty, the way he drew them with the gears eroding slightly. It wasn't easy to keep such works of art in working order, with all the gears and whatnot. The final man, Roy, did almost nothing besides gush about the reapers. It was creepy, to say the least.

"It's been a few hours, Moonset. They aren't moving anytime soon, so let's get going. There's work to be done," Soren spoke his thoughts softly at my side. Ever since I saved him, he'd been something of an advisor, making sure I made the right descicions. He was also the reason my fighting style has become what it was-he read off commands from his diary. The one I gave him the day he said he'd help me. Sure, he didn't like what I did, but that didn't stop him from following me and making sure I didn't do anything rash. His blood red eyes met my emerald green and sapphire blue as we sat up in the tree, watching over the 4, "But, it's your call. I've only given my advice, as I'm sure you wanted,"

"Yeah yeah yeah, don't remind me. But what's taking them so long? They should've left like 15 minutes ago to the market. I heard them talking about it yesterday" My one eyes gained a playful glint, masking hidden emotions. Ones I didn't want Soren to know about, "Oh well, don't matter now. Gotta get to work," I flipped off the branch, and caught Soren in my arms-he needed to get some meat on his bones or I'd mistake him for Jane, "Enough time, yeah?" I put him down and walked away. A demon's interest is never a good thing to catch. But I should've known not to turn my back on a dragon. Even if he was a half-blood like me. I would've come back later tonight, had that not happened.

TIMESKIPPY AND SWITCH TO SOREN'S POV

She said it wasn't a big deal that they didn't leave like they said. Everything would be alright. Bullshit. Moonset still didn't know I could sense her lying to me. Or maybe she did. I can't tell anymore. Perhaps it had something to do with her recent...questioning. One night, I had found her sitting on her desk, doing some sort of demon ritual. I hadn't been in the room for more than 5 minutes when she opened her eyes-the eyes that had captivated me so all those years ago- and asked in a voice that surely unsuited her, "Am I a good man?"

At the moment, I couldn't give her an answer, and even still, I can't. When I told her this, Moonset looked down, a frown tugging at her lips-ones I had to hold myself back against kissing-before standing up and walking over to the great window behind her desk. She spoke in the same manner as before, but it was softer. So much so that I had to move closer, " I see. A fitting answer, I suppose," She broke off to pull me closer, to where I could firmly see her chest rising with every breath. The 9 tails I had grown to love were strangely still, "Look out. And really look. For over 5 thousand years, I've walked this land and have played my hand solely for its benefit. But, I've also killer just as many as I've helped. Slaughtered thousands. Perhaps even as many as my age doubled then tripled again. It makes a girl go mad thinking 'What if I'm the bad guy? Am I really a good person?' So ease my mind. Am I good man, Soren?"

And I gave Moonse the same answer as before-"I don't know," And then she warped away.

Today had been the first time we had worked together. Of course, she seemed like her normal old self. But Morgan's recent actions said otherwise. He had never been one to show affection openly, unless the person in question was Lindsey, but when it came to his sisters, this fox cast away that mask and became the wall of support. How fitting, for a fire demon.

Yes, I trusted Moonset. I trusted her with my life even, but I just couldn't shake thit feeling that this obsession would be her downfall. That's the reason why I did it. I slipped Moonset some sleep meds in her coffee. It hurt when I saw her face-eyes narrowing in artificial sleep and betrayal , lips pulled to say something before relaxing, ears slumping down as the proud fox fell. I would've run out then and there, but last minute did I make her body look as though she had fallen asleep working on paperwork and laid the black leather jacket I had grown so used to seeing across her shoulders on top of her sleeping form. Then I wrote a single line on a piece of paper and laid the diary she had given me on top. I didn't want to leave, but I had to save my friends. And she wasn't going to stop me.

'Forgive me, O mighty Kitsune'