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Yukiyo scowled as he dodged another bolt of lightning. He reinforced his eyes and glanced around, looking for any sign of his opponent. Hastily tracing a black bow, he sprinted forward, intent on dodging until he located her.

He spun at sensing the spike of magical energy and pulled back on his bow, an arrow already traced and ready to fire. With zero hesitation he loosed it, the projectile sailed into the trees and passed the bolt of lightning that was sent at him.

Yukiyo dodged again and barely glimpsed his target jumping from tree to tree. He smirked, tracing another arrow and pulling it back on his bow.

'Gotcha.'

The arrow loosed and Yukiyo's eyes widened before they narrowed in frustration as his target sprouted a pair of black feathered wings and dodged the arrow.

"Oh come on!" He muttered, he could see his target smirk before she took off, flying through the air. Yukiyo scowled, ordinarily he'd trace Hrunting and this duel would be over. But he couldn't trace any sort of Noble Phantasm at the moment as that would kill his target. Hence the reason why he was only using nameless arrows in place of more destructive or tracking-based ones, such as Caladbolg and Hrunting. But that didn't make it any less frustrating, as whenever he got a read on her, she'd always sprout those wings and soar away.

Yukiyo barely had enough time to dismiss the bow before he saw his target swing around and fire a bolt of lightning directly at his face. He rolled sideways and traced a nameless dagger, throwing it at his target in an attempt to at least restrict her to the ground.

It was proven futile as she merely moved her body to the side, Yukiyo smirked however as she had finally taken the bait. With blinding speed he traced his bow and pulled back, tracing an arrow simultaneously. He locked eyes with her just as she realized his ploy. He loosed the arrow and it collided directly into his target's stomach. She lurched forward and fell to the ground, before she stood up. The arrow falling harmlessly to the ground.

"That was a cheap shot!" His target screamed, no doubt frustrated that the ten year old boy in front of her managed to beat her without any sort of Noble Phantasm.

"No such thing as cheap shots in a fight, Akeno." Yukiyo said, smirk still present.

It had been three years since Yukiyo had taken his first kill. Ever since then, Baraqiel had upped their training, using spars such as this one where the purpose was to land a blow on the other. In terms of victories, they were tied and it was undetermined who would win. Often Akeno would win due to her superior magical abilities, or Yukiyo would win with superior tactics and strategy.

Akeno pouted before her father flew in, wings folded behind him. "He's right you know, Akeno." Baraqiel turned his stern gaze on his daughter, "In real battles, there are no rules, only skill, and strategy." Akeno pouted further, "There's more to battle than merely throwing magic at the enemy, if you truly want to win, you need to have an effective strategy in place. For example, Yukiyo used the dagger as a distraction and prepared an arrow in the moment of reprieve." Akeno reluctantly nodded, coming to that conclusion herself, "You need to learn how to use that power of yours effectively, you were born with a lot, but no matter how much power you have, it's useless if you don't have the skill to use it."

Akeno nodded, her pout fading before she turned to her little brother figure with a determined expression on her face, "Next time, I'll win for sure, Yukiyo."

The pre-teen smirked in response, "Dream on, kiddo."

Akeno scowled, "You're younger than me!"

"Only in months."

"What does that mean?!"

"I'm more mature than you."

Baraqiel smiled at the display in front of him, it was like the two were bickering siblings. They had grown extremely close, to the point where he was considering on adopting the green-eyed boy. That would've been outrage among Shuri's clan, but then again, since when did they dictate what decisions Baraqiel made? He loved Shuri, and they'd come to view the boy that had sprung into their lives as a son.

"Why don't we settle it the old fashioned way?" Akeno asked, fury swirling in her eyes as several bolts of lightning surrounded her arms and light spears appeared behind her.

"I'm game, just don't start crying when you lose." Prana swirled around Yukiyo as dozens of nameless blades appeared behind him.

Baraqiel sighed, before flaring his own magical power and both of them backed down. The only difficulty he had with their arguments was when it got out of hand, the last time they'd had such an argument, they'd interrupted him and Shuri in their...personal time. Yukiyo had been immensely shaken and Akeno's memories had been modified. After that incident, the couple had been certain to ward their room in case one of their arguments had become much more...physical.

"We should be heading back." Yukiyo said, his japanese having improved beyond single word phrases over the years.

"Y-Yeah…" Akeno muttered, still shaken up from exposure to Baraqiel's magical energy.

Baraqiel merely nodded in response before casting a simple teleportation circle beneath them. The trio instantly reappeared in the Himejima household, with Shuri cooking breakfast.

"Ara, back already? I anticipated you'd be gone for longer." She said from her place in the kitchen.

Yukiyo shrugged, "Tracking took shorter this time." Akeno gained a noticeable pout at Yukiyo's wording, which he merely smirked at.

"Well then, why don't you two go bathe while I finish making breakfast."

Yukiyo's smirk faded and Akeno's pout melted into her own smirk. He sighed before resigning himself to his fate and trailing behind Akeno to the hellhole that was the bathroom.

-XXXX-

Yukiyo's cheeks were bright red as Akeno's hands moved down his back, she took her time, using slow deliberate movements to purposely get a reaction out of him. Despite being ten Akeno was a massive pervert already. He couldn't imagine what she'd be like in canon if this was what she was like before that.

"How's the bath, Yu~ki~kun?"

He clenched his teeth and barely managed to restrain himself from growling. While his blush may be visible he wouldn't give Akeno anything else to tease him with. Especially if it was going to bite him in the ass later on.

"It's fine, Akeno."

He could see Akeno's smirk in the corner of his eye despite his restrained answer. His blush brightened and eyes went wide as Akeno leaned closer, pressing her… Assets directly into his back. She was this big already? Honestly, how large was she going to be when she was actually mature? Considering he could easily feel her through the towel she wore, it was safe to say that she was going to be very large.

"Just fine?" He had to suppress a shudder at her sensual tone, "Are you sure that you aren't, enjoying anything?"

Okay, now it was easy to see Akeno becoming a sadist, maybe it had something to do with being a fallen angel, he wouldn't know, after all, he's a human.

"Akeno, Yukiyo!" He was sending a silent thank you to the currently dead god for having Shuri finish breakfast at that moment. "You two finish up! Breakfast is ready!"

Yukiyo had to keep himself from sighing in relief, while Akeno gave a not-so-subtle sigh of disappointment. He stood up and moved to the entryway, toweling off and pulling on his clothes, Akeno followed in behind him, he turned and exited before she removed her towel. It was likely that she wouldn't care that he saw her, but he was a man. Well, a man inside the body of a ten year old.

He brushed a stray white bang out of his eyes, his hair had grown longer over the years, becoming slightly spikier and the bangs had reached into his eyes. The back reached down slightly past his neck, which he commonly kept in a low ponytail. If he had to compare it, he'd say his hair had become reminiscent of Ichigo Kurosaki's hair after he gained the Final Getsuga Tensho.

He gave Shuri and Baraqiel a lazy wave before scowling at the smirk the man was sporting. No doubt this was revenge for all the times that Yukiyo had smirked at Baraqiel whenever Shuri had gotten frustrated with him.

The boy sighed before sitting down at the table across from his adoptive mother. Akeno following in soon afterwards he sent her a sideways scowl and she sent him a smirk. Shuri noticed this and smiled, they truly had become close after five years. Yukiyo had also become much more open as his vocabulary in japanese had increased to the point where he was almost fluent.

"Itadakimasu."

The pseudo family began dishing up plates and eating the breakfast food that Shuri had oh-so deliciously prepared for them. Yukiyo had never truly eaten traditional Japanese food outside sushi in his previous life, but now that he was sitting at this table, Shuri had set the bar high with her cooking. Especially since he was unaccustomed to Japanese styled food.

He smiled as he placed another bunch of rice into his mouth but froze halfway through when Baraqiel spoke up. "Everyone, I want to let you all know that I'm going away for a little while, Yukiyo, Akeno, I expect the both of you to make sure you stay in practice. Complacency is the enemy of progress."

Akeno nodded, Yukiyo followed, albeit robotically. He tuned out the rest of conversation as his thoughts took him. He placed the clump of rice in his mouth as his mind began to whirl with thoughts of creating defenses to detect or maybe ward off attackers. He wasn't sure if Shuri was going to be vulnerable while Baraqiel was gone, but he wasn't going to take any chances, he would protect his family. Period.

"Yukiyo?" He looked up to meet Shuri's eyes, which were filled with concern. "Are you alright? You've barely eaten anything."

He gave her a reassuring smile, "I'm fine, thanks for the concern."

In truth, he wasn't fine, he was worried, the main reason why the Himejima Clan hadn't attacked was because of Baraqiel. And with him out of the picture, then it was likely that the clan would become bolder. They hadn't attacked since the time he was held hostage by that serial killer, but that didn't mean they'd given up. If anything, it was likely that they had just gotten angrier at the fact that Shuri had taken in a five year old boy right off the streets.

Yukiyo's grip on his chopsticks tightened as he continued to shovel rice into his mouth. A scowl etching itself onto his face as he continued to think of wards and countermeasures. He was so engrossed that he didn't notice Akeno's look of concern next to him. She had taken notice of the scowl that he was now sporting. He said he was fine, but was he really? There were only a few times that she's seen him with that scowl, and they were usually when he was thinking about his mother.

She continued to look, to think about how she could remove that scowl from his face and get him to smile, a real one. Not the fake, reassuring ones that he sent to her and her parents when they were worried about him. But a real one, one that was a sign that he was truly happy. She wanted to see it, to see the real smile. That was why she was becoming strong, to protect him. To see him smile. And yet, it seemed like it'd be years before she saw it.

-XXXX-

Yukiyo triple checked the ward, ensuring that it was in proper working order and that the traps in place would respond once triggered.

It was a rather simple ward, yet one he was proud of nonetheless. It used the simple design of a trap ward that was triggered when intruders entered, but it was modified to only trigger when someone with malicious intent to the household entered. He would be alerted to the trigger by the sound of a small bell that only he could hear.

He sighed before checking the traps, several nameless swords rigged to launch at a moment's notice. Any assassin that was sent in here would be skewered before they could blink.

He nodded to himself when he found nothing wrong with the ward or the traps, and moved past the entryway and checked the rest of the area, intent on ensuring that any entrance was guarded, including windows.

He nodded and moved to his bedroom and climbed into bed, lying down and trying to sleep. But the anxiety of losing Shuri was keeping him awake. He was certain that he'd guarded the place enough with wards, and while wards weren't as effective as bounded fields, this was the best he could accomplish. And yet still, he couldn't help but feel…

Like he was missing something.

He felt as though there were a small voice in his head that was telling him that he didn't do enough. That he forgot something, something important.

He must've drifted off at some point, because the next thing he knew, he was being shaken awake by Akeno, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Yukiyo! Yukiyo! Wake up!"

He blinked a few times before he noticed a distinct scent, smoke. His eyes widened before he grabbed Akeno's hands, helping her stop shaking him.

"Kaa-chan! She's caught! The house collapsed! We need to save her!"

Yukiyo said nothing, only reinforcing his body and leaping from his bed, carrying Akeno to Shuri's room. His eyes widened when he saw a large amount of smoldering debris on top of Shuri. Her lower half was completely crushed by the debris. He didn't hesitate, his eyes narrow as he pushed as much prana into his circuits as possible, they burned, but it didn't matter, Shuri was going to die. He needed to save her.

He set Akeno down and shoveled away tearing at the smoldering ruin that was once Baraqiel's and Himejima Shuri's room. His teeth clenched as he continued to rip away, but it was clear that he wouldn't make it, Shuri would die before he got her out.

He snarled before tracing a pair of nameless blades in his hands. His arms swung, slicing and cutting the charred wood and plaster until it was a large enough opening for Akeno to pull Shuri free. He quickly stopped and draped Shuri's right arm over his shoulder, Akeno taking the other. The two sprinted out out the house just as the rest collapsed, followed by Yukiyo. His circuits and body were exhausted, it was doubtful that he would be able to Trace any remotely strong Noble Phantasms. He could probably only Trace C- rank and anything C or above would probably damage his circuits beyond repair.

He panted so heavily that he didn't notice Akeno's face drain of color. He was so exhausted that he barely heard Shuri tell him to run and never look back. When he finally looked up, it was to the face of a black haired man, brown eyes narrow in disgust. Behind him were several, around twenty, individuals whose faces were concealed by white cloths that resembled ones worn by the Kido corps in Bleach.

"Akeno." The man spoke, "For the crimes and treachery of your father, and the insult of seducing Himejima Shuri, we hereby sentence you to death."

Akeno's eyes widened and Yukiyo felt anger surge through him faster than any arrow he could shoot. The individuals that were standing behind the man moved forward, preparing several paper talismans as they walked.

Yukiyo set down Shuri's arm before standing up and moving, Akeno opened her mouth to protest but anything she was about to say died in her throat when she saw the look in Yukiyo's eyes.

It was one of cold resolve, blended with a fiery fury.

"Let me get this straight." He spoke, his voice low and warning, "You'd kill an innocent child, only because you're too scared to go after the one you're really angry at?"

The man snorted, "Innocent? She is hardly innocent, she is an insult, an affront to our clan for being born. All curses such as this one will be eradicated from the Himejima clan and forgotten."

Yukiyo's eyes sharpened, and instantly the various individuals present felt as though a thousand blades were pressed against every vital point on their bodies. The man's eyes widened, even flinched, when he noticed the sheer amount killer intent oozing from the boy in front of him.

"Wrong answer, Trace on."

A familiar pair of black and white falchions appeared in Yukiyo's hands, but he didn't stop with just tracing them. He continued to pour prana into Kanshou and Bakuya until they lengthened and splintered. The former short swords had become more reminiscent to a large pair of black and white feathered wings. Yukiyo reinforced his body and charged.

And a storm appeared in the yard.

Akeno's eyes were wide at the display of sheer brutality from her younger brother figure. He had become akin to a tornado, spinning and slicing at the attackers surrounding him, every swing separated a torso from their legs, every thrust pierced a chest or a throat. They barely had time to prepare a talisman, and when they did, it was cut to shreds before they could use them.

Soon, the twenty onmyoji that the man came with were dead, and the only one that remained was the man who threatened Akeno. His expression was now one of calm neutrality while he eyed the winglike blades that Yukiyo's favorite swords had become.

"Gan Jiang and Mo Ye." He spoke, Yukiyo's eyes widening. "The twin swords of Yin and Yang forged by the master blacksmith Gan Jiang, using the fires of the soul of his wife, Mo Ye."

Yukiyo's expression turned back to the calm, yet furious scowl that it was before. "Do you expect me to spare you just because you know about my swords?"

"On the contrary," the man spoke again, "I've come to despise the form that you've made such beautiful blades." The man retrieved a series of talismans from his longcoat and held them in each of his fingers. "It is for the insult of creating such monstrosities that you will perish here."

Yukiyo's eyes narrowed as each of the talismans caught fire and they were sent outward, flying in strange angles and odd patterns. His eyes narrowed, and closed as he raised the overedge forms of Kanshou and Bakuya. He slowed his breathing, focusing only on the presence of the onmyoji in front of him and the paper bullets speeding around him. His heartbeat slowed to the point where it nearly stopped, mind sharpening to the point where it could cut stone. Teeth clenched, grip tightened. The presence shifted and he swung, before following eight more times.

He opened his eyes and smirked, each of the talismans that the onmyoji sent out was laying at his feet, cut cleanly in half.

A spike of power surged next to him and an unseen talisman shot out to his side akin to the speed of a bullet. Yukiyo felt surprise run through him when he realized,

It was heading straight for Akeno's heart.

He instantly spun around and prepared to launch himself directly at his best friend in her defense. As it turns out, he didn't need to.

His mother figure had already taken the blow.

Yukiyo's eyes were wide as he saw Shuri's blood gush from her chest, a single talisman implanted where her heart was. Akeno screamed, tears were streaming down her face as she shook Shuri's corpse, begging the woman to wake up, not to leave her.

"A shame. I'd hoped that once we'd killed Akeno, we could've taken her back with us. A little brainwashing would've had her re-joining the clan and forgetting anything that occurred here."

Yukiyo felt something familiar surge within him as the man behind him spoke. It was dark, powerful, and very enticing. His heart beat faster and every thought faded into the background. Suddenly, they weren't in the Himejima courtyard, they were in the living room in his old home. Akeno was gone, Shuri was gone, everyone was gone. All that remained in front of him,

Was the corpse of his mother.

His grip tightened on the hilts of his traced blades. His jaw clenched and pupils dilated. The landscape faded and he was back in the Himejima courtyard, Akeno crying with her dead mother in her arms.

He turned, only to see that there were easily over a hundred onmyoji standing behind the man that killed Shuri. That didn't matter, it didn't matter, it didn't matter if there were a hundred or a thousand onmyoji. None of them, would leave in one piece.

"I am the bone of my sword."

AN: End it right where you wanna see it most. I'm an asshole I know.

So, in this chapter, we got a closer glimpse in Akeno's and Yukiyo's relationship. There wasn't a lot of conflict in this chapter except for the very end, sorry not sorry. There will be fights, and canon will come eventually. I only ask for patience.

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