Are You A Fairy?
She watched him from the shadows without form or, substance. Every now and then when she brushed by he would feel a warm breeze or, the little wisp of the equivalent of cobwebs touching his skin when her fingers would dance on his skin. He would turn in the direction, only to find a shadow in the corner of his eye or, the soft scent of jasmine would tease his senses. Golden eyes would haunt his dreams gracing him with the pixie face and the elven ears of the feminine apparition.
In the brief moments between night and day, just as the sun rises and teases the mind into a waking state, she would come to him to gently run her fingers through his soft dyed locks, take in his unique scent and lightly touch her lips to his. She had been doing this for many years, ever since they had caught each other's eyes in that little meadow where she had spent thousands of years caring for the others there: the water nymphs, the infant fae, the newly born Kitsune and other yokai. So not to alarm the beautiful child, she decided to let him see her true form with an age that wouldn't be intimidating to him.
"Are you a fairy?" She asked. If he was, he would need her guidance and care. One at his age still had things that she would need to teach him.
The ten year old blond male giggled and smiled brightly, but didn't answer. "Are you?"
She smiled. "Not exactly." The ancient in the guise of a six year old answered. "Where are your wings?" If they had been damaged, it was her job to heal them and teach him to use them properly.
"My father's hands are too big. He doesn't mean to, but he tears them when I try to fly." He said sadly.
She gasped. She had never heard of anything like this happening in all of her years. Her small hands reached up to him and hugged him, stroking his back where other's wings normally grew from. Nothing, no magic, nothing at all. She giggled then sighed. "Corn... You toy with me. You shouldn't lie about being fae." She scolded softly, but she could feel his pain. "Close your eyes." She told him as she gently pushed him to his back and stroked his forehead while sitting seiza next to him. She began to sing a song that he didn't understand. It relaxed him, made him feel like he was floating. Like his troubles were galaxies away. Nothing could touch him.
He peered through partially closed lids to see where the beautiful voice was coming from to find himself wrapped safely in her arms as they rose above the forest. Her beautiful soft, shimmering wings fluttered behind her. "Are you a fairy?" He whispered softly.
She smiled down at him and nodded as she cradled him closer to her. "Shh... Be still little one." The raven-haired fairy told him and kissed his temple.
"You really are a fairy, Kyoko-chan." He whispered in awe.
When they finally alit, she placed him gently on his feet. She leaned down and kissed him on his forehead and smiled softly. "Forget..." She whispered.
When he opened his eyes, the little girl he had met near the stream sat before him. "Corn? Are you alright?" She asked with concern as she gently placed the cool, wet cloth on his forehead.
"Thank you Kyoko-chan. I feel much better now."