A/N I'm really sorry that the last chapter was this short and that it took so long until I finally got my ass up to write the final chapter.
But here it is. I hope you like it.

Chapter 4 – Summer

It hadn't been long since the Mikoto had discovered his voice but even though he'd learnt much more words to speak he preferred to stay silent and show what he wanted instead of just saying it. Only small things from which he knew they were important were said because it would make Reisi smile. But with the days getting longer and weeks passing by the demon grew more and more into an adult man, one would say. But he still behaved like a suborn teenager. As for someone who saw this for the first time it was unbelievable how fast the redhead had grown and together with the muscles growing the forms and shaped on Mikoto's skin began to spread and getting more and more detailed. It was almost visible for the bare eye to watch.
With a growing young man Reisi had to deal with a huge waste of cloths in all sizes. It wasn't a financial problem but it was strange to buy new cloths in bigger size once a week.

For Mikoto not much changed, the only thing he really realized was that his point of view. He was now tall enough to be on the same eye level as Reisi which he really liked because he could see changes at the other's expression better. For the redhead it was important to see this because that was his way to analyze certain situations. Mikoto felt draw to the ravenet and stayed close most of the time. Now more running around all day long. Curiousity was replaced with laziness. When Reisi sat on the floor doing one of his jigsaw puzzles the demon would come around sooner or later to lay on the other's lap, resting or just watching pale fingers putting puzzle pieces into the exact place at the first try.

It was mostly a peaceful life when the blue king managed to be careful around Mikoto who wasn't aware of horns or strength he had got and sometimes it wasn't easy for Reisi to remind the other of that. But he had the feeling that this won't change. It had always been so no matter what the ravenet said Mikoto wouldn't listen at all. It was just like back then…

The demon had still been small and had been running around the house all the time. One day Reisi called him to let him hear about a serious topic. Better tell him as soon as possible. The king had been sitting on the veranda his sabre on his lap. "Mikoto you will die by this blade one day." He was ready to do what he had already done once. Better telling the smaller his fate as soon as possible. As he spoke Reisi pulled the sword out of its scabbard. But instead of taking a step back the small redhead ran over to his caretaker not caring about the blade that was in his way and trusting the other to pull it away fast enough. Slightly surprised the blue king pulled his sabre out of the demon's way. "You're careless as always." As a response he just got an embrace of the small demon.

Reisi had the feeling that this scene wouldn't change if it had been repeated now again. The demon was still searching his company. Maybe he had already forgotten about what the ravenet had told him back then.

Mikoto got used to this daily life. Discovering one or the other ability he held as a demon. Superhuman strength was only one of them but what interested, if he was really able to show interest in something, him the most was the immunity to fire. No flame could harm him or burn his skin. It was hot of course when he touched the flames but it didn't hurt at all. Often he sat in front of the small fire place inside holding his hands into the flames and letting them dance around his fingers just like little snakes.

When this happened the first time Reisi was not shocked he was more surprised. Not that he didn't expected something like this but the former blue king had to blink as Mikoto suddenly appeared right in front of him with flames flickering around his fingers being almost excited. "Look what I can do. Now I can roast meat over my hands." Even before the sentence was finished the flames ran out and the redhead's voice dropped with a slight hint of disappointment.
Reisi escaped a small chuckle that funny scene let him forget for a bit of a moment that the man sitting right beside him had died in his last life by the ravenet's hand.

At the end of summer the days began to become shorter and a cold wind blew from time to time through the house. Mikoto would gather wood for the fire place and to have enough supplies for the coming fall and winter while Reisi took his walk to the village to buy food. A daily routine found its place but the more the days stayed the same the more the nights changed. On some mornings the ravenet would find himself in a tight embrace of the demon. But since the redhead was a tight sleeper there was no use in fighting it. Even talking about it wouldn't help.
Another strange thing that Reisi noticed was that when Mikoto was searching for more boy contact than before. Especially around evening when they just sat around after dinner the demon would randomly hug the former king from behind and for only a short moment. It confused him. Reisi didn't understand this behavior at all. It was nothing like what the old Mikoto would have behaved. Or was it just because the demon was still young in comparison? But he gave up these thoughts as one night right after they said good night and laid down on their futons. It was only a moment before the ravenet fell asleep as he felt a shifting beside him and felt how the redhead stood up but only to sat down a few steps later right beside Reisi's head. A bit curious he didn't move and listened to what the other would do next. A few silent minutes passed before he felt a pair of lips on his cheeks. He tried his best not to flinch so that his movements would betray him. After a short pause a kiss on the forehead and on the nose followed. Reisi remained composed, still breathing calmly and he almost expected the next kiss on the lips. It felt strange and familiar at the same time. And without thinking he returned the kiss. Mikoto didn't seem to be surprised at all. That was so like him.

Good Night kisses became more recently with the time summer was about to end and from time to time they shared more than just a kiss, a futon or touches. The blue king has fallen again. For the same person but with another past. It didn't change much but it was still different. Pale fingers would trace along red lines that decorated the demon's skin sometimes light as a feather and sometimes leaving just as red traces by their own.

This time in the end no sword would fall.

The end.

Thank you to everyone who read this until the end. I hope you liked this small story about this AU.

Review would be really nice.

And maybe an epilogue will follow. I had this in mind from the start somehow.^^