Black Love, Exorcised- Night of the Spreading Wings
Rhode studied her uncle with intense eyes as he sat on the rocking chair, his face pale against the warm fireplace. Of course, Tyki was reading a book he had dug out from somewhere but she was absolute that the Noah of Pleasure was most definitely not concentrating. Those pupils of his just seemed too dilute and faraway.
She had been observing him since the day she gave him her present. Tyki had requested for a bed for the exorcist after a few hours alone with her- she had even teased him but he only shrug off her comment and said nothing. Rhode watched her uncleas he handed the exorcist with such gentleness that she had never seen before, placing her on the soft luxurious material, taking care not to do further damage to her already broken and limped body. A sigh escaped from his lips as he did so, half glad that the necklace did managed to save her, yet half guilty that he tried to murder her because of her identity. Then it was with a wave of hand that he asked her to leave them alone. Them; Tyki and that exorcist.
Fuyu Black.
Rhode remembered that name well. Though Allen was better, she had quite adored the girl too. But no one would have thought that the innocence went for her.
Why did something so evil possess her innocent body?
"Tyki…" Rhode had popped in the next day, to check out what he had decided to do with the exorcist but showed no shock reaction when she realized Tyki's intention of sending the girl to a hospital. Her eyes lingered on the exorcist when she confessed that she had not expected the exorcist to have a physical connection with her innocence, in this case her wolf.
Rhode had only wanted to poke the animal a teeny weeny bit, but she had no idea that it would have affected Fuyu. Those three exorcists and that German lady had been lured into her dream and knocked out straight away due to the sudden surge of energy, and she had been surprised to see an animal who survived the ordeal. She could not have resisted- she never had an animal doll before.
"It's okay, Rhode, I understand…" mumbled Tyki, too tired from any further explanation as he combed his hair back with his fingers- never mind they were dirty with blood. He had not slept the whole night. Could not, was the more appropriate word for it.
Neither for these few days, since the day she had been sent to the hospital.
Rhode had popped by without Tyki's realization to sneak a peek at the couple occasionally. She had never seen Tyki in such a daze before. The way the body had lain weakly on the soft sheets and twitched occasionally from the inflicted pain seemed to hurt her uncle by every bit.
The exorcist, her fate in his hand, had been in so much pain that she had not even groan. The image of her and the pile of bandages stained with dried blood leeched on to his mind like a desert survivor in hope of an oasis. His knees gave in too, as if he was one of those weakened one, as he kneel by her side and stared at her motionlessly. The sight had disturbed her that she had to leave them by themselves…
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The words on the page stared at Tyki with wide innocent eyes as they anticipated to be read but the Noah took no notice. His eyes were on the words but the pages of the book were not flipping.
His mind had wandered out of his soul. He could not stop thinking of her right after that day. He could not stop thinking how he had found her, recognized her, and gripped her neck. He could not forgive himself for what that he had done- he had almost murdered her.
She had been like some sort of surreal painting- yes; it had all just been a dream that could not be interpreted. He had been in a dream, something Rhode conjured up to play a prank on him because boredom took over her. No, she was not real- just an image. Yet her pulse and breathing was warm and strong under his grasp.
He had to do something.
Tyki picked up her hand with every sense of delicateness. They felt so cold as compared to her warm neck, like ice on a hot summer afternoon. Without knowing what he was doing, he kissed every single of hers in an attempt to put some love and warmth in them. For every badly bandage that he had to remove –no thanks to Rhode's poor First Aid skills-, it took a stab into his heart. Tyki took a wet cloth and began to clean her wounds, careful not to inflict more pain than what was already done. Tyki could almost feel the pain every time she flinched from the raw wound in contact with clean water. He could not forget how the blood swirled and slowly dyed the water a dreamy yet sickening pink every time he dipped the cloth into the pail.
She was not weak definitely; she just did not even have the chance to fight back when Rhode summoned her into her dream. An immediate surge of energy from the teleportation would have knocked anyone out. She would be able to recover jolly well without him. Yet the more he stared at her, the one he knew he would never forgive himself should anything happened.
She had spent three days with him only.
It was badly sufficient. He would open the windows of the room to let some sunlight in, and would be by her side watching her quietly. He did talk to her all the time, in the hope that she would recover faster or something. There was nothing he could do to make her heal faster, he cursed, the limitations of both a Noah and a human.
Why did she become a exorcist?
Of course, it did made some sense now, the way he finally linked up everything. She had refused to see him since the incident and his body and mind had threatened to snuff out her soul every time they came into contact. He had assumed it was the ache of loving someone and seeing her hurt. It all made sense now, like the missing piece found to complete the puzzle. she had been an exorcist since then, and it was the Noah in him that had wanted to kill her. Instinct.
But now he had her. Now she was safe, like a caterpillar wrapped up in a cocoon. All she needed was peace and a quiet time to grow a set of wigs. Yet his poetic comparison ended here. It had to. He could continue of course, but it would just mean that he had to let her go. Let her return to where she truly belonged. He could not imagine his butterfly ever deserting him for the open sky once more. But she had to…
"Tyki…" Rhode could tolerate his daze no longer.
"Quiet, I'm reading." He hushed her, his mind attempting to refocus on those microscopic words in the novel.
Rhode immediately pouted her lips at his response. "So Skin went to look for some innocence?"
"Who cares? Let's just leave him to it" Tyki flipped another page, never mind that he had not really read the previous one.
The pout dangling on Rhode's lips hanged even lower. "He took Lero with him"
"Does that matter?"
"It's just no fun without Lero…" whined the little girl as she clutched on to her doll which had an eye popping out of its socket. "I'm so bored…" Just then, a cheeky thought materialized in her head.
"Tyki, do Lero's voice," she asked.
The uncle broke up almost immediately with his book and a look of disbelief painted his face.
"He's saying he wants to play!" yelled Rhode, as she stuck her doll out. "PLAY! PLAY! PLAY!"
The doll sighed as it was throw from its sadistic owner to her reluctant uncle. Ouch, as it landed in his arms.
"You should play by yourself, Lero," imitated the man with hisshirt unbuttoned to reveal part of his chest. "I want to sit quietly and read a book, Lero"
Tyki shook the doll in an awkward manner. "Is that enough? I'm sick of this," he complained.
Ouch, mumbled the doll silently as it was yet again thrown back to its owner who caught it as she landed on her back playfully.
Rhode laughed like a young child for a little while Tyki went back to his book with a bemused expression, his thoughts finally set aside. But not for too long.
"Tyki…" disrupted his niece yet again. "Why did you send my present back?"
"Because that was it belonged to…" Tyki mumbled as his thoughts drifted yet again, this time to a familiar scent of coffee. "Rhode, do you mind getting me a cup of Cafe cortado?"
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"Wakie wakie! Your butt would have been flattened if you were to sleep any longer!" proclaimed the voice loudly as if the world was too deaf. "You've been sleeping for a week!"
"Yeah thanks for reminding me I've a fat ass, Komui," mumbled Fuyu as her hand went instinctively to her hip. "Hmm wait… a week? What?" The female exorcist immediately jumped off her bed.
"Hey, don't get up!"
"You were the one who woke my fat ass up first… where's the rest?" demanded Fuyu, her thoughts slowly coming back as she tried to clear her mental state of fog. She felt a firm grip on her shoulder that ordered her to return to her bed at once. Her vision was still kind of foggy.
"They're all alright," assured the chief as he pushed his spectacles back up his nose. "Everyone has recovered and resumed work."
Fuyu's eyebrows immediately cocked up. "I am the last one to recover?"
"Yeah, and you're not really fully recovered yet." Komui then mumbled something about her eyes. "Oh. And before I forget, this is found next to your table when we arrived. You were separated from the other three it seems, found almost a week later…"
His eyebrows knitted a little as he placed a thermal flask into Fuyu's hand carefully.
"What's this?" She asked, sniffing at the cup before giving a satisfied smile that indicated her recognition of the coffee. "It's café cortado!"
"It seems to be. We've done experimented it to conclude that it'll be safe for drinking. It should be from the one who had sent you here, but we took no chance, you see."
A connection suddenly sparkled deep within the depths of Fuyu's brain. Café cortado is a coffee popular in Spain and Portugal! Portugal… Talking and chatting with her right by her side. He had been here, hadn't he?
"Did you know who the one was? Did anyone else come to visit?" Fuyu quivered with excitement as she bombarded the Chinese with numerous questions. Her thoughts were elated and excited.
Komui gave a slight smile before shaking his head. "We're not sure who it is, but it's definitely not Kanda, if that was who you were expecting… Anyway, you had been sent here just three days ago, almost a week since the incident, looking very much more recovered…"
Fuyu kept quiet despite the teasing from the chief. The truth that she never did want to find out sank in- it had just been a dream and the drink a coincidence.
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Bak's face grew haggard with worry as he slowly digested the news. The news was apparently so shocking that it took quite a while to sink in and a few "hello? Are you there?" from Komui for him to finally react. He was already thankful that he had not broken out into hives.
"What? Bled? Blinded? What are you doing with the Almighty's god-daughter?" Bak yelled into the phone which was already shaking with fear from his thundering voice.
"Calm down, Bak-chan. I did not call to worry you. She's alright now…" mumbled Komui. Talking to Bak could be a little dramatic at times even though it was ironical for him to say so- he behaved none the better too at times. "I'm worried about something else. A Noah was involved in this incident, but I suspect there are more…"
"You mean the Earl… Fuyu?"
"I'm not sure. It is just a presumption but this is worrying me. Has the Earl tracked Fuyu down? Had he found out?"
"We just have to wait and see…"
A/N: It's 2:30am now and I'm still quite awake. Hope you enjoyed this bit of TykiFuyu, R&R pls? Haa I'm feeling happy- and oh, it's a long chapter. -smiles in a daze-like manner-
