A/N: So sorry for the slow update! I've been busy with writing speeches for a public speaking competition and setting up everything for my pet turtle. On with the story!
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"Munak.."
I reached out a hand and touched her warm cheek, not believing that she was finally talking to me. Her brown eyes still shone with the sweet innocent confusion that they did five hundred years ago. She gulped and nodded nervously, her wet eyes straying over my face. She reached up and touched my hand ever so softly.
Tears sprang to my eyes unexpectedly. I drew her in a tight embrace and could finally feel her petite body in my arms again.
"Don't you leave me again. Don't forget me again," I whispered hoarsely while clutching her tighter, afraid that she'd disappear any second. I pressed my lips to her forehead.
Moonlight let out a loud cough and pushed us apart. I nearly lashed out at her, thinking that she was taking Munak away from me. She smirked before gripping my arm tightly.
"Now that I've completed my side of the bargain," she hissed loudly. "You will complete yours. Bring me Baphomet's sickle by the two full moons or prepare to face the consequences."
She pointed her bell staff to Munak and bared her sharp fangs before walking away, the nine-tails following swift at her heels.
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"Bongun, you aren't really going to find Baphomet...are you?"
"I have to, for our sake," I replied, washing my hands in a stream.
"I don't want you to go, even if it costs me my memories," Munak replied, shaking her head and clasping my hands in hers. "I want you to be safe."
"N-no, Munak," I said, "I wouldn't be able to stand that and you know it to be so. Maybe you should stay here. I don't want Baphomet to hurt you."
She frowned, something I hadn't seen in a while.
"I'm coming with you nonetheless," she said in a determined voice. "My father taught me the arts of swordsmanship. I'll be able to manage."
Her voice was so soft and light. I couldn't get enough of it. It's just that I hadn't heard it in a few centuries.
I remember, when we were children, Munak and I would duel in the forest of Payon. I would always easily defeat her with my martial arts although she was equipped with a wooden sword. She would glare at me though and get up from the ground, demanding a re-match. She swore to beat me one day. And she did, I suppose.
"Hah! Missed me!"
"Come back here, coward!" she yelled out before charging after me with her sword. My eyes were focused on her angry brown eyes that shone with fighting spirit and the sweat that dripped down her elegant neck. She caught me off guard, swinging the wooden sword down on my head. I managed to catch it between my hands and a struggle ensued. I don't even remember what happened. The next thing I knew, I was lying on the ground, breathless, and she was standing above me, smirking triumphantly and holding her sword pressed against my neck. I nodded to her and indicated for her to lean down a bit. When she was close enough, I pecked her a kiss on the cheek and fled like a rabbit.
"Bongun!"
I distinctly remember her mouth open in a perfect O and flushing a crimson colour. I was sixteen at the time.
I nodded, smiling a bit at the memory, and leaned over to kiss her cheek.
"Bongun!"
Same old Munak.
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I growled as I watched the two lovesick ones from a distance behind. The nine-tails whimpered and backed away from me.
"Why does he want her so much?" I said in a trembling angry voice. "I gave him a new life and I thought that, if I made Munak forget about him and ignore him, that he would eventually forget her."
I turned on my heel and scuffed my cat boots against the ground, grimacing. Furious tears sprung from my eyes and disappeared down my face as I clenched my teeth.
"...why do I love him?"
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A/N: Coming up next, there will be a chapter delving into the past of the Munak/Bongun/Moonlight love triangle. Yay!