Majora turned her hand, watching the two centipedes crawl around her fingers. All her monsters were made from real creatures, and she's always had a soft spot for Twinmold.
She smiled to herself as one of the insects darted up her arm. It was ironic how, after all these centuries, she could still hear her brother's voice in her head, telling her what to do. "It's not proper for a girl to like insects! You're supposed to tell us men when one of these things gets into your room!"
"Screw you," she chuckled.
"Really? And here I thought I was moving so quietly." Majora tensed at the voice. It wasn't Igos, but it was one she knew as well, and that irritated her just as much. Slowly she stood up and turned to glare at his smirking face. On her shoulder, the tiny bug reared up and hissed, as though it thought it could protect its mistress.
"Oni, you have no right to be here. This is my dimension. I made it. I thought you were smart enough not to come somewhere you are both not welcome and helpless."
He looked around at the sand and crumpled pillars. Then he did a double take. Pointing to one of the blue pillars, the Fierce Deity asked, "Are you influencing them? Because when I came here with the hero, those things definitely weren't glowing."
She sighed. "What are you, an idiot? ...Don't answer that. It's my dimension. Of course it responds to my presence." Turning her back on him, Majora began to walk deliberately towards two of the pillars. The space between them blurred, reshaping into a discolored ocean scene.
The soft crunch of boots on sand told her he was still following. "So, where you going?"
"Go away, Oni, it's none of your business."
"Aw, come on! It's so boring out there!"
"And my form of interesting is the kind you like, is it?"
He stopped, surprised. "...Are you flirting with me?"
She snorted. "Don't flatter yourself. That was a threat."
The Fierce Deity shook his head, and strode out onto the purple beach behind her. "You've calmed down quite a bit since the last time we talked."
"You mean, I'm not actively trying to rip your throat out? I guess." The redhead knelt by the foggy waves and cupped her hands just under their surface. In a mere few seconds, a school of sharp-toothed fish, no longer than her fingers, swarmed around her. The young demon smiled again as she summoned minnow after minnow to feed them. Oni looked on, surprised at this show of kindness from a girl he knew took pleasure in others' pain. She continued, still in that only slightly irritated voice, "I just like it here. Even you would have to work harder than usual to bring me down right now."
"This is where you breed your monsters?"
She bristled. "This is where I raise my pets. Or beasts, if you want to lower them at all. But none of these creatures are monsters."
As Majora strode through another set of pillars (these ones displayed a black forest with giant bugs crawling around) he couldn't help but smile. "Even after all these years, you still manage to surprise me. What will you do next, Princess?"
She glanced over her shoulder, green eyes flashing with both annoyance and laughter. "Are you coming? These pillars are a one-way street, and I'd hate to have to wait to kick you out of here."
The white-haired demon laughed, and jogged after her.
Majora's temper would seriously screw up their relationship. Because sometimes (like this) she's this happy, joking person who it seems like anyone could be friends with. And other times, she would happily scalp you. Sometimes, it's both at the same time.
For some reason, I don't picture Oni as this cold-blooded killer other people like to portray him as. Maybe it's because I think that it order for him to put up with my Majora, he'd have to be one of those people who's always happy, joking and flirty. Ionno, maybe it's just me, but I like him better this way.
