SPARKS
New Year Special Chapter
Author's Note:
This is for all team SachiGurus.
For Saya, my bestfrenemy artist, who, gave me the prompt plus so willingly collaborated to create three-page manga panels (you can view on AO3) for the whole NY scene. Hope you're still human Saya. Please do check out his work on twt too!
I guess this is also for GojoChiko believers too LMAO. Please don't kill me.
This was originally supposed to be a one-shot but what can I saw, when the opportunity to present Suguru and Sachiko's bond arrive, I couldn't resist.
This is a special chapter but it's still ties in to the main fic so I've decided to include here.
Happy New Year to all my friends, readers and fellow writers!
Hope you all enjoy!
Tokyo Jujutsu Tech
December 1st, 2008
The advantage of being taller than her was the very rare view that was bestowed upon him.
She parted her long, ravenous hair at the center, some strands coated in a faded color, not quite white nor silver, but closely resembled the shade between grey and purple. It flowed as if her style was meant to accentuate her heart-shaped face, bordering to make a beautiful contrast between her alabaster skin, tinged in a light shade of scarlet against a dark background. It shone against the peeking midday light, stray strands from her one-sided braid dancing in the winter breeze. It was peppered in snow, natural heat from her body slowly melting against her that made her features glisten all the more.
She also had very long dark lashes, ones that would umbrella her lids and contribute to the pretty outline of her big, doe eyes. When he blew on it to discard of the stray flec of snow, he couldn't help but fixate on the way it softly moved to uncover her ruby eyes. The gemstones that would sometimes sneak into his thoughts at night, like they were something he wanted to keep in his personal safe inside his mind. One solid blink after and he saw how his hot breath that breached her skin made her flush but only as a natural reaction.
When she tilted her head down, he noticed how her nose was celestial. If you traced its outline, it would glide smoothly down to the tip, perfectly contrasting against her unique set of ears that were always adorned with her favorite pair of sapphire earrings, the heirloom she treasured and once teased about borrowing.
When she would speak, he watched as the bow shaped membrane, lightly colored with pink moved softly, uttering cheerful words that went with a harmless kind of tune that was very warm and comforting.
He blinked. Lilac eyes equally downcast on the smaller figure before him, busy wrapping his scarf around his neck and fitting it properly over his winter uniform. He had gulped a few times in response to her fingers slightly tracing over his neck. It puzzled him that she didn't need any gloves during winter and only donned them when she remembered. One of the perks of being a flame-based elemental was the ability to regulate body temperature and against his frosted skin, she felt electric.
She lifted herself on her toes to brush away the snow that landed on his head, making him reflexively duck to allow her some assistance. She giggled at his gesture as she finished up by brushing away some of his stray bangs away from his forehead and that was enough to relieve some of the chill, he felt under the Winter fog.
His ribcage was rattling and since she began fixing his scarf, he had forgotten the machinations of breathing. Initially he thought it was the effect of the cold heavy air, but his air channels were too tight to call it something of a natural phenomenon. His palms were sweaty under his gloved hands and is ears were burning red.
Suguru had often thought of her differently. She was his friend first, but his admiration only grew since they went on the mission together. Walking beside her, under the heavy mantle that was her birthright as a Kitsune, he understood why, for so long, she walked on a solitary path. The support from her clan wasn't enough to make her feel like she belonged in society. But, he witnessed how much she's changed throughout the years and when he began treading by her side, there was a certain level of comfort-no, trust-that they had established in their time together.
And that, made him hopeful.
In days where he was not feeling all too in the mood for a various number of reasons, she would always go out of her way to talk to him. She would use the simplest and most unintrusive words and openly suggest for him to vent if he needed to. That
wasn't out of the ordinary for her to do. While others feared the Six-tailed Kitsune, he always looked at her as a ray of light.
His physiologic response was syncing in the way he felt emotionally. He couldn't quite think of another explanation for it. Sachiko had gone through lengths to rescue him from the Gallery (sure, she had help from his bestf riend) but, when the time came for him to go on that crusade for the Star Plasma vessel and she willingly imparted a part of herself to ward him against harm, something inside of his mind just clicked.
Thoughts about her weren't random. The undeniable attraction he had for her was evidenced by his sly eye movements inside the classroom. One look whenever she would turn around to pass a piece of paper or she'd purposely want to talk to him, eyes locking would sometimes make him hit pause and just stare.
He also admired the way she had unapologetically carried herself as a special grade. Not many would be as brave as her to continue despite the harsh backlash from the higher-ups. Discarding her mask was, the only thing that kept people from recognizing the danger she imposed was one thing but relieving herself from the chains of its dampening and embracing the strong registry he had was another.
From the get-go, it was a lonely and arduous path to be the clan head of a hybrid lineage in the future but her determination, he was sure, was enough for her to succeed.
So, as someone who was carefully watched and sought after for to place a bit of time and attention to others out of her own goodwill, he was grateful and touched and challenged by her kindness.
It was spurring something deep within himself, a hopeless adoration for Sachiko to be so selfless and caring for others when she had been at the receiving end of trauma and hurtful prejudices.
He found her enthralling.
No wonder, her presence wouldn't leave his mind.
"There you go, all set," she commented on how lopsided the loop on his neck was that her neat freak self couldn't let go. Suguru of course humored her by allowing her to align it for him, teasing her by standing on his toes so she couldn't reach his six-foot frame until she playfully tugged on his warm ear which led him to concede with her offer. She took a step back to examine him and gave him a satisfied smile before settling beside him as they continued their walk.
"Thank you Sachi," His fingers hooked on the hem of the black scarf and a flush went through him as he noticed how warm he felt after she fixed it. He wasn't sure if it was due to the friction her hands made against the wool or if it was a self-imposed shift in his body temperature. All he knew was that in their walk, they were being too quiet especially on his end but forming words proved to be a fete when the girl he liked was only inches away from his face. So, without thinking of a proper topic, he began their small talk, "So, any plans for the holiday break Sachi?"
She shrugged as she zipped up her jacket and placed her gloveless hands inside her pockets, "Hm…nothing really…just have to do a memorial on the 8th, otherwise, my Holidays are pretty standard,"
"Standard?" He said, curious. In the time he knew her, nothing about her was standard. But that in itself was a good thing.
"We do some usual traditions like for the 25th and the New Year but, otherwise, everything's pretty quiet on my end," Her eyes flocked downwards. She failed to mention that she had a rather big occasion to attend and participate in on the 31st. A part of her wanted her friends there but she didn't seem confident to invite them to an event that would make her the center of the festivities, so she opted to discard that part.
Sachiko had a different upbringing. She never really had any family holiday traditions until late. Her yearly obligation was to her parents and parents' memory, and he figured even that kind of event needed a friend.
He cleared his throat as he allowed himself to nudge her gently, "I see. Would you like us to go with you then? I'll still be around the 8th, if you need someone," he didn't mean to impose. A memorial is a personal thing, but he did know that she had spent half of her life alone, she shouldn't be obligated to just because custom dictated.
She placed an appreciative hold on his shoulder and smiled with her eyes, "Oh really there's no need. I can handle it on my own, besides it's in Kyoto at the Taisha. I don't wanna bother you with the commute," she laughed nervously.
Suguru still wondered why she omitted the fact that her birthday was on the 7th. It wasn't a hard fact to miss especially since Ieiri had told him when he asked that she shared the same birthday as their pale-haired friend. Honestly, that fact alone made him a little green-eyed of his best friend. Fate was at play.
Who else could say that the girl you liked was born, quite frankly, could have been placed at the exact same time and date as you to meet?
His pride didn't allow him to open up the interesting topic to him though. He knew Satoru was aware because they had the same mediator and surely, he thought it kind to not slap that fact straight in the face of his rival. Still, he remembered, and he quickly understood why she didn't want to celebrate her birthday with them on the 7th.
Suguru nudged on her arm again and gently patted her head, "You're never a bother Sachi," he scratched the back of his ear and looked sideways, carefully contemplating on how he could at least lend her some sort of reprieve the solemn event, "Is there anything I can offer at the tamaya (memorial altar)?"
Sachiko lowered her head, "Well…are you sure you have nothing to do that day?" she looked at him through her periphery, scarlet eyes, softly searching through his expressive face if he said it in jape but despite the casual tone, he was actually serious.
Suguru raised his index finger and beamed, "How about I bring you flowers?"
Even if she didn't look at him directly, Suguru was quick to catch the pink float above her cheeks. She understood what he meant but his delivery had imbibed a little too much on sweetness that even he felt embarrassed.
Sachiko blinked and lowered her voice, "Uh, that's very thoughtful of you but that's sounds like a lotta trouble. I mean," she giggled, "You know I can grow flowers, right?"
He reached out to pinch her cheeks only to retrieve his hand and run through the back of his head, "Of course, of course, but, I really want to do it for you. I mean, please? Everyone could use company over the holidays. You can turn me into a tree if I become too intrusive,"
She cocked a brow and stopped her footing. Her big eyes squinted to revisit his offer and her pink lips pursed in challenge, "I'll hold you on to that then," she removed her pale, right hand from her pocket and offered it towards him, "If you pry too much, you grow branches, okay?"
Suguru cackled and quickly bit off his glove and gently took hers into a shake. His brows shot upwards as he felt her smooth palm against his. Her hold on him had a different kind of balminess like there was an irregularity in the atmosphere. The friction in between their palms wasn't hostile, in fact it felt all too familiar that if he held on for any longer, he knew he would never let go.
"You're warm," Suguru's words left him unconsciously. He kept on directing his attention to their connected hands that he didn't even know that his mouth was half-agape, and his eyes hinted of a plea for a few minutes longer.
Sachiko felt her heart skip a beat at his statement. He always liked teasing her with such compliments but even if he said those words as a joke, he managed to make her shy about it every single time. She was the first to let go, "Oh, yeah, it's a Kitsune thing," she laughed nervously as she tucked back her hand inside her pocket.
The empty space that she left against his hand still felt warm, he couldn't lift his eyes from it even as his fingers curled in response to the draft.
From behind, Sachiko could not see the effect she had on him-his face radiated into a light flush and his smile was plastered still, half-covered by the scarf she wound around his neck. He increased his pace to catch up with his friend and only left two steps as space to breach alignment. He settled towards her left side, right hand remained ungloved, suddenly, he wasn't cold anymore.
December 8, 2008
Fushimi Inari Taisha
Snowfall around Kyoto's biggest Inari shrine wasn't frequent whenever the Six-tailed Kitsune was around. Her elemental technique was not powerful enough to control the blizzard, but her flames were especially powerful around the vast domain where their liege lord, the nine-tailed Kitsune, Kai's remains were found. Fire coursed through her veins naturally, the glow and the warmth from it kept remnants of autumn and spring visible throughout December.
She could will the particles of water that created the hardened blanket of white frost but only to some extent, in some way, she could transform it into rain but she didn't. She liked the comfort of winter inside her home, but nothing could ever replace the freshness of the warmer seasons because it was a time where her whole family was complete and healthy and thriving. Decembers were bittersweet. She was brought to life, but at the same time, had her world taken away from her overnight.
In the snowy white of December, all of her first memories as an infant were buried in the snow. She had decided then that at least for one day during that month, her parents would receive shelter from the cold, unforgiving breeze. She had that kind of power after all.
She changed into her black kimono and went on her way to the Inari Shrine where her parent's tamaya was erected. Per custom, she brought nothing but her resolve. Everything she will offer to them would be plucked by the surrounding nature she will manipulate to create gifts.
She requested that the first visitor at sunrise would be her. While many of her relatives, grandfather and aunt included, were often around to pay their respects with her, this particular year, she was the only Miura represented left to attend to their resting place early.
She took the usual steps towards the area, one more left turn, she would pass by the arch with the fox statues painted in gold and red and would take a short trek upwards until she arrived.
She took in the cold morning air as she neared, crossing her hands together in greeting the numerous shikigamis that were strolling about with the caretakers.
She paused a few feet away from the entrance as a group of Inaris huddled around a tall figure in a dark coat. His profile was all too familiar especially when her eyes caught sight of his prominent pierced ears. His long black hair was tied halfway but it didn't look intentional, it seemed like those small fennec fox shikigamis were having a good time playing with his long locks.
"Suguru? What are you doing here?" her voice captured the attention of the Inaris, instantly making them turn and bow as she approached him then proceeded with their mischievous malingering making Satoru gently take them one by one and crouch down to set them down.
It was a silly question for her to ask. The answer was obvious, his presence only meant to confirm that he missed her and didn't want her to feel alone on such a sentimental occasion. She knew he was thoughtful, but, she didn't feel like she deserved to burden him with pilfering a bit of his time just so she wouldn't sit alone.
Suguru's lilac eyes caught light, the flicker of the unique hue stilled the Six-tailed Kitsune where she stood as he straightened and smiled at his welcoming party. With one vulpex fox settled cutely on his shoulder, he greeted her with slight nod.
Sachiko raised her brows in inquiry making him rub his neck in apprehension,
"Hello Sachi, sorry for the sudden intrusion," he went back to the bench he sat on and quickly unwrapped a package. He held the stems on one hand and guarded the petals with the other. One deep breath later, courage entered his lungs to face her again. He held a beautiful bouquet of crimson flowers, petals curved and fully bloomed with a gold center. Sachiko held out her hands as she approached him, face painted with astonishment as she looked at the kind face of her friend and then the flowers in his hand.
"Camellias," she mouthed softly, a little generous this time with the sound of equal surprise and glee.
Initially, his choice of flowers were based solely on what first caught his attention at the shop. He bought them because among the spread of pink, white and green, the rouge of the camellias looked like a burning sea-the body of passion reminding him of the flame that burned in her eyes. It took him the train ride to Kyoto to look-up its meaning as he panicked it would've been inappropriate for him to give, "This is for your parents and-"
As soon as he stepped out of the platform, he was confident in his choice. Camellias represented his own little secret-affection, admiration and most importantly-love.
"-and for you,"
She folded her lips before finally revealing her smile as she slowly lifted her eyes to face him. Carefully passing on the bouquet to Sachiko, Suguru relaxed in his stance and could no longer feel the fatigue from the travel, "Alright," she covered her mouth as she laughed, "No tree turning for you," she couldn't help but trace her fingers on the flowers, the soft petals slowly earning protection and revitalization with her touch that Suguru was so relieved that he earned that satisfied look.
She shrugged, "Thank you Suguru," she tucked her hair behind her ear and broke from their friendly stare as she caught sight of his own disheveled from, "And I guess," she reached to pat the fox resting on his shoulder, "They thank you too,"
He laughed, "No problem. Besides, Hiko-senpai, he actually invited me, so I thought that it would be a great opportunity for me to greet your parents too," again, she went wide-eyed. Usually, those whowere brought to tamayas outside of her family were significant others of followers but to her, Suguru was just as important. He was a trusted friend and one she wanted them to meet as well. So, to his words, she took no offense or double meaning.
"Did he force you to be his batting partner or something?"
He nodded, "I don't mind. It was a great excuse for him to let me in. I know the whole Taisha has been closed in their honor,"
"Well, this is great then, at least I won't be alone as I walk up the steps. My sandals are killing me,"
Suguru lifted his right arm to offer his assistance as they climbed the stairs, "I am at your disposal Lady Miura,"
The tamaya was pretty customary. The altar was decorated with unlit candles and incenses and at the center, wooden frames were used to encase a beautiful photograph of her parents during their wedding.
Kanata Miura had the same color of eyes like his daughter, a deep red that looked like rubies, but the shape came from her mother, whose big eyes looked at her husband with devotion. She was wearing an identical kimono except Sayo Miura wore the color white, identical to the snow that was absent around this side of the Taisha.
Sachiko began spreading the flowers around the memorial table, using a bit of her cursed energy to make them twine naturally as a border that highlighted their frames. The flowers bloomed two-fold, the faded crimson and folded petals reanimating into their pristine form. He noticed how she looked so exultant despite her serene expression. Above Sayo Miura's ear, a beautiful flower was tucked neatly, the same ones he had brought with him in his visit.
He turned to Sachiko now, "Camellias,"
She nodded, "Yes," she faced him, "Did Hiko-"
He quickly shook his head and scratched the side of his face, "He actually didn't know that I'd be dropping by to give you flowers…"
She squeezed his arm, "Well then, I guess this is a happy coincidence. Maybe they spoke to you or something," she quipped, "Thank you," he slowly turned to her and began lifting his opposite hand to overlap on the one that held him but before he could, she dropped her hand to her side and gestured for them to come closer.
He sighed.
Sachiko motioned for them to both bow and say a little prayer for her parents. They both closed their eyes and Suguru contemplated on what words he could possibly say to them when all he could hear in his mind were the pulsations that reverberated in his chest. He couldn't concentrate all too well, but he willed it in his mind to at least say that he was grateful for bringing Sachiko into their lives and in some way, he managed to utter silently that he would always look out for her.
If I may have your blessing, I would like to pursue her. It may seem abrupt, but the only reason I could think for feeling so powerless beside her is because I feel deeply for her. I can't think of it any other way. This feeling is foreign, but I am quite sure, I like her enough to think of her frequently and worry about her more than I should. Forgive me for my childish prayer. I should be wishing you a peaceful rest but, if I could in anyway contribute to that by being someone very close to her, I would.
He felt the weight of her stare as soon as she finished paying her respects but couldn't bring himself to open his eyes yet. She allowed him a few more minutes to remain in his meditation and thought it best to introduce him while she waited,
"Okasan, Otosan, this is my friend Suguru Getou, he's one of the people who helped me stay in school like you wanted," she positioned her hands into a prayer and gently bowed, "Please watch over him too,"
The fact that she had asked them to consider him as a person worth of their heavenly warding was equivalent to him understanding that she considered him a person of value.
He slowly opened his eyes and turned to bow once more at them.
She then handed him an incense and quickly used her own flames to light them up as she aligned the candles that provided luminance for Sayo and Kanata.
"Mind if we stay a while?" she asked him to which he responded with a thoughtful nod after.
Suguru couldn't help but take note of the details that were before him. The tree that protected the altar didn't have a trace of snow in it. The leaves remained green and vibrant, the trunk had no hint of mites and the overgrown roots seemed to have followed the will of the Kitsune and created a good medium for them to sit. While a number of those were easily explained by her curse, what did boggle his mind were the burnt edges of the photograph and the noticeable soot stains on its borders.
She noticed how he had taken quite a curiosity on the same paintings. She tucked in her kimono sleeves together and shrugged, "It was taken in their wedding day. Here at the Taisha actually,"
Suguru lowered his head and rested both palms on his thighs before he spoke,
"You're like a perfect mix of both your mother and father," he didn't exactly time his statement well, but it was all he could think of as soon as he sat beside her.
Her face lit up instantly, she wrinkled her eyes and she paired it with a small beam, "Really? I'm so happy to hear that. It's the best compliment I could receive. It makes me feel so connected to them," she sounded genuinely happy which made a bit of Suguru's withdrawal fleet away.
"I mean," he turned his trunk sideways and began examining her features, "You have the same flame-colored eyes as your father, but the shape of them, doe-like and curious, like your mother's," he tucked her braided hair behind her ears and aligned his fingers on her shell, "Ears like your father," it seemed like his body was possessed, moving on its own to illustrate and piece together the picture in his head as his fingers trailed down her braids, "Beautiful dark locks like your mother. Lips like-" he stopped at the sign of her burning face, eyes still flocked downwards her slightly parted lips which made him realize that he was being a bit too crass, "Well," he snorted to appease her, "You get what I mean," he laughed as he turned to look at the portrait once more,
"It's a beautiful picture," his tone dropped to an ease as he dreamily shifted his gaze from the portrait to his companion. Sachiko smiled as she took a step forward, tracing over the edges the frame before turning to face him,
"It's actually one of the very last ones we have,"
"Why is that?" he inquired, almost regretting that he did as he promised he wouldn't pry. The way her eyes lost a little shine as she pondered on the reason why made him want to grow branches himself, still, she didn't seem to be upset.
She simply released her hold on the frame and went back to her seat, "Everything burned in the fire," she stated and Suguru couldn't help but hear Ieiri's voice narrate what had happened then.
He lay silent and waited for her to continue, eliminating a bit more of the distance between them just so he was only a hand away from his arm touching hers. She lifted her chin and wiped away her sadness before speaking and turning to face him,
"I'm glad they found at least one good photo of them both though. At least, it would be easy for me to pick a favorite, though," she lifted her hand to cover her mouth, "I sometimes like to trick myself into thinking that she was pregnant with me at that time, just so I could be in the frame with them," she sighed, "She wasn't though, but," she stretched her hands in front of her and shrugged sheepishly, "Sorry, silly thought I know,"
"Sachi," he gently tapped on her shoulder and gave her a reassuring look, "It's not silly. It's quite sweet actually but, you don't have to feel sad," he dug into his pocket and took out his flip phone and carefully aligned it towards her pretty face and took her photo. Suguru sat beside her and directed her hands to hold the phone which showed her the image. He spoke softly now, "You see, if you miss them, both of them, all you have to do is look at your reflection," her eyes moistened, and her tears quickly trickled beside her cheeks. The phone began shaking and the image blurred the longer she forced herself to look but still, her glow wasn't of sadness but of comfort.
Suguru wiped her tears away and gave her a gentle pat on the head as he carefully soothed her crown, "You are their halves made whole and that's an image you can never lose,"
She nodded at him and laughed through her tears. With wet eyes closed and a comforted expression turned into a big smile, she said, "Thank you Suguru,"
Suguru was surprised that she voluntarily rested her head on his shoulder. He was grateful that she didn't any qualms about that kind of affectionate display. He felt a little closer to her now. If she saw him as someone she can lean on to, then perhaps, his courageous steps might actually bear fruit. Again, she felt warm against him, and while he might agree that it may have been a Kitsune thing, at least it was a thing that she shared to him.
He lifted his arm and gave her a slight embrace, casually rubbing her side to help her ease back to a calm. Suguru's beating steadied as she sat next to him. Despite the quiet, words were circling his head loudly, enunciating factual quips that all led to one conclusion.
In his hold, something remained bluntly clear, Suguru and her, had the potential to be a good fit.
From a distance, the older Miura Boy with the blue-black hair and scar splayed across his eyes threw the baseball above his head and quickly caught it before he turned. He grinned at what he witnessed and was hopeful that his little cousin, might one day, end up in someone's careful embrace. One that he would at least approve of.
"Baseball huh?" he remarked to himself and then walked away to give the younger sorcerers some space.
December 21st
For nights on end since he last visited her, Suguru couldn't help but remember her words. She had told him of a dream she had accepted would never come true.
A complete portrait of her family.
Even if she didn't look too sad when she blurted out those words, pity crept in his heart whenever he remembered. When she had visited his home, the first thing she had admired were the numerous photos of him with his parents. It made her very happy to be surrounded by a gallery filled with happy memories (even if he purposedly hid the drawing of her his mother hung beside a teenage portrait of himself).
He spent his nights trying to sweep through his brain of something to give her as a token to make that dream come true. The mirror statement could only hold on for too long and it only dawned on him, a few days before Christmas, that he could actually make her dream come true.
Funny thing was, it didn't even require jujutsu. All he needed was a pencil, paper and whole lot of imagination. He had made some calls and personally asked Yahiko for some photos for references all the while sneaking in the chance to learn more about Sachiko and her family. Needless to say, his holidays at the Getou Springs were quite busy.
His father gave him odd looks whenever he would go out of his room, and either be colored by charcoal in his arms or paint splatter on his perfect clothes. His mother had to cover for him just having a hobby and omitted the mention of the Miura heir.
He probably consumed so much lead and had used enough water from one of the springs for cleaning his brushes only to have settled for acrylic paint he sped-dry with his cursed energy.
He had been going through sketch after sketch throwing away paper after paper until he settled on a finished line art of the whole illustration, panicking in between as the one he settled with wasn't fully rendered. He reluctantly showed the work in progress to his mother a few times, but all she ever commented was how sweet of him to go through such artistic lengths for the 'person he liked.' It only made him more irritable when he sent the image to Ieiri and got nothing but a stupid thumb's up emoji with an L-O-L.
He asked her directly if he was too assuming to create something so personal for her but was reassured that he had nothing to worry about since it was a kind gesture. Still, that did little to settle his nerves.
Sachiko had told him that she would be too busy for New Year preparations from the 22nd onwards so he had opted to only take a few hours of sleep just so he could finish the illustration and frame it in time before she left for Kyoto.
He wrapped his gift in one of the purple satin cloths his mother helped him prepare and did his best to remember how to tie it properly. He smirked at the patterns embroidered on the tapestry. His mother always wanted to pass on something to a daughter she never had.
He looked at his watch and peered outside the window. He knotted his brows together at the realization that the weather would not cooperate with him rushing to the Metro Dojo even if he left early.
He quickly grabbed his coat and looped his self-declared favorite scarf and headed towards their entrance with the gift secure in his arms. His mother watched as he hopped to push his feet inside his boots and reminded him to be careful.
He ran towards the train station and quickly spotted that it was under maintenance due to the heavy snow. One more glance at his watch and he knew modes of transportation were extremely limited and so, risking a bit of trouble from the Institute, he hid in one of the alleys and summoned his cloud-like yokai curse.
He mounted the curse and summoned another large harpy like curse that had the ability to camouflage in midair and sped towards the Metro Dojo, not minding the impending frostbite that his chiseled cheeks and unprotected nose was forming. Still, he couldn't help but feel extremely excited as he neared her area.
When he saw the outline of the roofing, he directed the cloud curse to settle on the second floor where her window, he sighed in relief, wasn't covered with a curtain.
His smile grew as he saw her tucking in her nightrobes over her dress, calmly tidying her items on her dresser. He willed his curse to stop a few feet away from the window and went on to wipe his face clean and smoothen the back of his head and then slowly, he approached. Her back was towards the window and in an attempt to not surprise her any further, he dispelled the harpy curse and began knocking on the frosted glass.
Her head jerked backward, and she slowly turned and was pleasantly alarmed by the image of her friend hugging himself in the blizzard, floating above her window.
She dropped her books to the side and quickly went to unlock her window, "S-suguru?" her red eyes flew wide open, "Are you okay?" she sounded really worried and even though he felt grateful for her care, Suguru didn't even feel the cold pierce his skin. His heart was pumping too much blood for him to care about the weather.
"H—hi Sachi!" he gave her a crooked smile, "Sorry for the sudden appearance but I wanted to catch you before you would turn busy, I just wanted to hand you this," his damp gloved hands handed her the covered portrait and he watched as she carefully unweaved the tie and feasted her eyes on the very detailed and intricate masterpiece he had illustrated for her.
Her fingers trailed over the glass frame, first captivated by the image of her father, smiling sweetly even with his scarlet eyes, all handsome in his wedding robes and her mother, dressed in white, camellia flower in her hair reaching out to the latest element that made the whole composition different from the one in the tamaya. She let out a soft whimper as her lips trembled to a close. Suguru had drawn her in the center, smiling and reaching out to her parents who placed all their loving attention on her. She looked incredibly radiant and beautiful in her traditional wear but most of all in that moment, she felt complete.
Suguru watched as she hugged the portrait and smiled through her tears, patiently allowing her a private moment to take in his emotional surprise.
He felt like he was overwhelmed by her reaction. He may not have said it explicitly, but that photo was a clear declaration of his feelings for her.
He wanted to make her feel like she was cared for, remembered and that she belonged.
The mirror could only show her a reflection-fragments of her mother and father weaved in her being as he had stated but at least now, she didn't have to dream or imagine what it would be like to encapsulate a memory she formed with her wishes.
And that made Suguru feel incredibly satisfied that all his efforts were worth it. She was smiling and happy and that was all he needed. She didn't need to say or do anything else.
Except she did.
Sachiko gently set down the portrait and ran towards the window and quickly wrapped her arms around her friend. The sudden outburst took Suguru by surprise that he felt almost out of breath. As she tightened her arms around him and whispered grateful words close to his hear, he already felt the snowflakes melt. His nose would probably chip off soon, but that pain was nothing compared to how happy he felt being held willingly by her. His arms came to reciprocate her warmth and he couldn't help but dig his head at the crook of her neck. He wished he could stay in that position longer but if he did, he knew he just might lean further and do something else to display how much she cared for him.
She made a little space in between them and saw how Suguru was very flushed. They were merely three breaths away from each other's mouths and despite all her glee, Sachiko knew she may have breached uncharted territory, so she looked away, "I'm sorry! I was just, I'm very," she took a deep breath, "I'm really happy and grateful Suguru, you're very sweet…how could I ever repay you?"
Suguru felt the tips of his ears warm and there was no denying that in the quiet night, all he could hear was his rattling chest. The cloud curse let out a groan and that's when he realized, both of them were floating and very much reliant on the struggling curse to keep them from falling. He tightened his hold around her waist and laughed, "Uh, there's no need Sachi, I just, maybe we can land for a bit?
She giggled, "Yes of course," she reached out to rub her ears, making him more flushed and compulsively allowing his fingers to dig deeper around her bodice, "These are gonna fall off if you don't get warmed up. Let's get you something to drink yeah?"
There was no denying and controlling his blush, so with one nod, he directed them both inside and dispelled the curse, quickly closing the window after.
She had led him into the kitchen and carefully brewed fresh matcha and gracefully whisked it for him to drink. She helped him remove his damp coat, scarf and boots and took some of Yahiko's extra clothes for him to change into.
He looked around and saw that majority of the rooms remained unoccupied despite the whole area being decorated intricately, "It's just you?"
"Oh, yeah," she settled across from him, "Granny's on leave and grandfather is usually busy until the 31st so, I opted to stay here than be alone at the Taisha. Besides, he might be called on for some clan business in Kyoto too,"
"I see, and your aunt? Hiko-senpai?"
She laughed, "All out with their family,"
He frowned slightly and gripped his cup, "Is it-always like this?"
Sachiko was worried that Suguru had been disturbed by her living arrangements. She thought that he was very sweet to think about her even when the occasion called on him to focus on his family and that was enough of a gift for her. For years she lived in forced isolation. Shadow-banned from the world where society dictated that she serve willfully and yet, she was able to meet kind people such as him, who would go out of their way to make sure, she was an important part of their lives.
"Oh no, don't worry. I'll be with all of them by the 1st. This year is just particularly busy for them and I. But I won't be alone for too long," she shrugged.
Suguru inhaled and covered his mouth with his cup, bashfully eyeing her as he spoke, "You can stay with me—"
Sachiko almost spilled her drink as she tilted her head sidewards in surprise, "Oh! Uh—"
Suguru shyly rephrased his statement and raised his hands to clarify, "Oh I meant, my mother would love to have you as a guest if you want to-"
She shook her head quickly, blush very much evident still across her face, "I'll be staying with Ieiri tomorrow until the 30th, but thank you for the offer though,"
"That's great then," he grated, slightly disappointed.
Sachiko reached out to tug on his earlobe, "You three worry too much," she crossed her arms in protest, "I'm a special grade in my own territory, what could possibly happen?"
Suguru rested one elbow on the table and grimaced, "You could fall asleep while cooking and burn the whole dojo down…"
Shocked by his knowledge of the incident, she playfully jabbed his arm, "ONE TIME! Also, Ieiri was there…" she let out her tongue then went on to finish her drink.
For a moment, Suguru just stared at her pinked-up face. Against the fireplace, the warm glow he always found her in, said nothing to the graces and effect she had on him. He felt unguarded, which was a good thing. That only meant that he wanted to let her in.
And never let her go.
December 31
Sachiko hoped that she had another day to practice the dance and the procession. She hated social gatherings and one where she'd have to host it didn't do anything to look forward to the New Year.
At least, in the meantime, she could just place all her efforts on the omisoka. House cleansing and purification began at sunrise. Each area of the Miura Dojo was tasked to become spotless before she left for the Shrine in Oji.
It was easy enough to prepare the retreat house but when she transferred to the main residence in Kyoto, she was relieved when a lot of the followers stayed to keep everything in pristine shape.
Sachiko had gone on to create pairs of kadomatsu made out of fresh pine and bamboo, bound by straw mat and carefully woven straw rope given to each follower to display on their homes. What was different about their kadomatsus were the fox crests placed at the very center with high-ranking officials treated with ume tree sprigs, all elements pointing to and asking in blessing for a bountiful harvest and prosperous new year.
Kagame mochis were also freshly made for the same purpose, some plum imprinted ones straight from Dazaifu was made in offering from Gojo's clan as a show of friendship between the two clan heads. Hideo was surprised when crates were delivered at the Taisha but quickly sent words of gratitude to the young head. He couldn't deny how happy his granddaughter looked as Satoru had sent word beforehand that he would be bringing something in exchange for their invitation to become one of the 108 exclusive visitors they would host in Oji.
Shouko had incidentally heard of the festival Kitsune no Gyoretsu being held in Oji where Miuras were tasked to head that year from Nanami. He casually shared his dismay that he had to decline an invitation from the Miura clan head himself due to family matters and had opened the topic to her mentor, Kodansha who of course gave them a tip that least six more people could fill up the slot as of speaking so of course she listed down her name alongside her other two friends.
She told them that lady Kodansha had given her four slots, the extra one would be for her anonymous date who would later sneak out of the grounds to go and see a movie. They both were apprehensive about surprising Sachiko with their arrival since there was a reason why she didn't invite them in the first place. Still, the two young men wouldn't want to miss a historic even that centered on her.
They had only informed her of their attendance a few hours before she left for Oji and because there was nothing much more to do than brace herself, she just old them to meet before midnight so they could enjoy the festivities.
Secretly, she was glad there would be familiar faces on the sea of people riddled in various masks and painted faces, watching her dance and head the procession.
It would be the first time she would be introduced as the Six-tailed Kitsune and would be a defining moment where a select few would be allowed to see her use her flames to light the lanterns. Finally, both sorcerers and non-sorcerers would be able to recognize her as a person worth their kind attention. Someone who shouldn't be feared and just a someone who would be able to provide light during such a joyous occasion.
Oji Inari Shrine
Six hours until Kitsune no Gyoretsu
Sachiko had been ushered inside the Kanto shrine established by the 11th Shogun quickly upon arrival to prepare her to change. Already, it was a beautiful ocean of colors from the assortment of kimonos and various yokai masks floating about, mostly couples were already busy going from stall to stall, music already starting to filter the air.
It looked magical on its own but what they didn't know was that the whole area was swarming with beautiful furred Inaris playing with sorcerers and windows alike.
Children allowed inside the area were already readying for the takoage. A kite flying game that was usually done to signify goodluck for the new year. A number of them were busy assembling and painting their kites, making Sachiko smile as she passed by a few of them.
One of the children stopped to ogle at her then. Her brown eyes were filled with wonder as she saw the girl with the cheek markings and red eyes. She put down her kite and raised both hands to draw her attention and greeted her enthusiastically, "It's the Kitsune!"
Sachiko was taken aback by the crowd the little girl drew. There were murmurs around them and everyone leered towards her direction making her form beads of sweat around her forehead. But unlike the others who met her for the first time, the crowd was actually astonished and very welcoming towards her. There was nothing but excitement etched in their faces and she couldn't help but return their smiles.
She bowed as she exited to resume her preparations and turned a little hopeful that her day would go by easier than she thought.
Shouko and the boys had arrived in their traditional robes a little past six in the evening. Ieiri was busy calling her date that she forgot that the other two were already ushered inside the private residence where the Miura's were being prepared.
Shouko was given special robes with her family's name imprinted since she didn't adorn any crests. Her hazel hair was tied in an updo and adorned with numerous trinkets that included the Taira butterfly that officially declared her as a close affiliate. Her robes were colored by her own choice of light pink with her obi shaded into a darker blue with red tassels. She said that she wanted a statement piece for her kimono and the Miuras were happy to oblige.
The other two had come with their own family robes.
Suguru's kimono was carefully woven with dark threads. The black robes overlapped the white underrobe made the embroidery of the light purple patterns that represented the spring rocks of their business stand out. His haori was colored of royalty, the deep purple that gradually lightened in shade over his sleeves was further given detail by the spring waves handwoven by his mother. His black obi was cinched to keep his robe in place with a feathered tassel dipped in white. He kept his hair in his usual bun but still allowed some streaks to fall on the side of his face, making his slanted, sharp, lilac eyes to appear brighter against his skin.
His best friend was also finishing up with putting on his robes and snorted at the cursed spirit manipulator who was busy with fixing his hair, "You're gonna keep those studs Suguru? On this formal occasion?" he rolled his eyes.
Suguru crossed his arms and left the mirror where he was quickly replaced by Satoru, "Of course, it's part of my whole look, besides, it's the same thing as you and your dumb glasses,"
Satoru ignored his quip proceeded with tucking in his light blue robes over his hakata pants and slipped his dark blue, plum blossom printed haori over his shoulders. Compared to Suguru's, besides the golden threads used to create the patterns on his clan robes, his whole look was more muted than his best friend's.
Ieiri came to fetch them soon and brought along with her two sets of masks, a Kitsune mask and an Oni mask. They were given a head's up earlier that the procession would require them to participate in the whole celebration in support for Sachiko. Ieiri had opted to wear a half-mask of a fox which she hung on the side of her head. She lifted her hands and told them to pick. They exchanged glances for a split second and grabbed the masks simultaneously but as if Satoru had some sort of magnet in his palm, he successfully reached for the Kitsune mask that highly resembled the girl they both liked.
Suguru clicked his tongue as he looped the elastic of the mask on his head and went scowled at the smug expression Satoru had as he put on his own mask. They directed their attention to Ieiri and sighed at the same time.
Ieiri lowered her phone, "Are you two done bickering? Sachiko is already waiting for us. She only has a few hours until the fox people take her," she made her way towards the door, "Listen, I'm really, really late for my date, so hurry up!"
Suguru winced, "I thought Sachi-chan is here?"
Ieiri shook her head, "Weren't you guys paying attention? I told you, she snuck off to spend some time with us, let's meet her at the enoki tree!"
The three sped across the growing crowd inside the Shrine. It was difficult to navigate with the numerous Inaris playing with the crowd. Attendees wore different Kitsune processional garb, the white and red cloaked shrine maidens and followers were already gathering as a group. Around them, young people were busy attending to the booths which offered an assortment of snacks and games that made the three quite excited to join the festivities.
From across, they finally saw the hackberry tree decorated with largest yoroshiro or barrier talismans that were said to connect the divine and the human realm. It was basically a physical invitation to the kami to descend to their world and give them their blessing. In Oji, they specifically prayed to the god of the Kitsunes and the protector of all nature. The ropes and bells were weaved with the Kitsune's red strings, the very same ones that came from her hair that had embedded cursed energy. It served as a warding that would protect all believers of their following and everyone who prayed to their god and at the start of the ceremony, when Sachiko had lit all the lanterns with her fox fire, all Inari shrines would simultaneously be blessed and glow, marking a blessed new year.
They spotted Sachiko's turned on her back. Her long raven, braided hair rested against the gold of her Kimono that had intricate patchwork of the red swallow Taira butterfly. She was paying homage to the god that they believed would make his presence known after the parade, contemplating and meditating with a honied sneer plastered on her face as her friends patiently waited for her to finish.
Satoru couldn't help but notice the patterns on her obi and the ones that draped around his own haori. He immediately smirked at the thought of how similar they were to the imprints of his own clan and felt a little guilty that he didn't give Lady Kodansha a special Christmas gift for her support for him.
"Sachiko!" Ieiri called out, making her break from her trance and turn to face them slowly.
The fairy lights that hung above her head were overlapped by dimly lit red paper lanterns illuminated her silhouette. Suguru was about to approach when he couldn't bring his feet to move when her face caught light. Sachiko gave them a bright smile, the curve of her lips perfectly outlined in a soft shade of crimson that matched the Kitsune markings on her cheeks and her scarlet eyes. Her face was only lightly painted, brows only given stronger arches but otherwise it was the way her hair was only braided on one side that framed her face perfectly that looked like she walked right straight out of a painting. Her clan robes were tied around her waist, creating a curvy silhouette that made her stand out more.
Satoru's blue eyes also didn't miss any detail. They were both silently capturing her image in their heads, the camera shutters that were their eyes only dared to close slowly, adjusting the aperture so the resolution would remain high. It may have been a biased notion when it came to her, but she looked utterly beautiful in her traditional robes.
Sachiko covered her mouth as her eyes flickered at the sight of the two handsome boys. She had never seen them so neat and formal and there was something about them confidently garb in their crests that made her heart flutter. Her pulse, uneven that she felt lightheaded as she closed in the distance between her and her friends. She counted herself lucky to have Ieiri to keep her head in place.
She was a welcome distraction from two very good-looking boys who looked at her in a way that a friend wouldn't.
There was something the weighed differently with the way Satoru stood agape in front of her. His ocean eyes were widened, and he was unnaturally kept mute that even as she greeted him, it took him a forceful nudge from Ieiri to break his weird captivity of Sachiko in his mind.
It didn't help that Suguru couldn't bring himself to act naturally when he laid his eyes on her dolled-up face. His smile was painstakingly saccharine, lilac eyes, grazing each of her features like he was looking upon a rare flower that he longed to touch.
Each look, a little bit the same yet uniquely presented found common ground that made their muse create a red band on her cheeks. Their silence was a form of flattery, ones that she did not expect.
Ieiri snapped her fingers to grab their attention, immediately making them blink and try to wipe away the heated expression that made for an awkward few moments.
Sachiko cleared her throat and bowed to greet them, "Thank you all for coming," she started, making Ieiri go to her side for a short hug before telling her of her plan to ditch most of the ceremony to meet up with her date. Sachiko gave her an awkward smile, one dew of sweat fell down the side of her head at the realization that she would be left alone with the boys. It wasn't that she didn't feel comfortable with them. They would surely watch over her, but ever since Ieiri had made her realize that they had romantic feelings for her was still taking a bit of an adjustment. She didn't want that fact to dampen their bond with them. She took their daily exchanges like any other casual conversation they carried but always prepared for the time when the truth would come out.
"So pretty," Satoru quipped quickly mumbling the rest of his words to avoid catching her attention at his nonchalant comment. He couldn't help but blurt out the truth he felt was starkly obvious in everyone's eyes that he had to push his dark shades towards his eyes to cover his red face.
They all heard it though but pretended not to mind his words. Sachiko especially didn't want to assume he was talking about her. There were many beautiful ladies around them after all and he wasn't the type to place special attention on one.
In hindsight, she did treat them with much consideration as well. Numerous times, she thought of them with a kind of fondness that encompassed beyond friendship and for one, she considered a possible reciprocation in heart.
But she wasn't sure. She never felt the kind of love between partners before. She was still trying to understand her own feelings, so she feigned the usual hospitality and chose to think objectively for now.
They are my friends first. Above all, they're my family.
"Okay, so, let's all go and take a photo and eat soba, afterwards, I skidaddle okay?" Ieiri looped her arm on Sachiko's and began dragging them to the most lit up area of the in the Inari Jinja shrine, resolutely asking a stranger to take their photo a few times before rushing to get a bite to eat.
Wherever the Six-tailed kitsune went, eyes would follow. Among the 108 special participants, 80 were sorcerers, the rest were either windows or their relatives and knew exactly who she was. She was hard to miss, her cursed energy registry was unique and by the crests of the Taira and Miura painted carefully in her bodice, it was easy to spot who to revere during that night that even the Inaris paused to pay respects.
They were able to settle inside a cozy spot of the most sought-after soba restaurants in the area. Ieiri was already digging in to her food when she noticed that Sachiko was busy petting a rather large fox on the head who kept on snuggling on her lap. The other two didn't even bother to look at the glorious meal set in front of them that she got so annoyed and worried that Sachiko would be too conscious with eating, she took her fan and hit them in the head.
"Uh, hello? Your food is getting cold?" she said, irritated.
Sachiko set the fox down and gestured for them to eat, "Dozo,"
Suguru was the first one to muster enough courage to make small talk as they ate, casually pointing out how her fox-hairpin was very beautiful like the mask she used to wear. She told him that her grandfather gave it to her during the holidays in hopes that she would wear it for the New Year. Her grandmother, rest her soul, was the previous owner of the pin. She reached out to retrieve the pin from her hair and twirled it with her fingers, "I thought it was made out of porcelain at first but was pleasantly surprised when I noticed that it was actually made from glass,"
"Glass?" Suguru took a sip of his water and asked to hold the pin in careful examination, "Huh," he blinked, "It's embedded with cursed energy,"
"Careful with that," Satoru said, slurping a long string of the soba before lazily wiping his mouth with his sleeve.
She nodded, "Before she died, my grandmother was said to have kissed the pin, perfectly preserving it, so no matter how hard it falls, it wouldn't break," she giggled, "Grandfather said it was a metaphor of their love, which I thought was adorable,"
Suguru smiled at her and carefully returned the pin in her hair, "Maybe she hoped for you to have the same kind of romance too, like the pin is a lucky charm,"
He managed to make her blush once again. His play on words were always eloquently delivered and his ability to curtain his intent as a normal jest between close friends always made Satoru snarl at his cheesiness.
Ieiri chewed noisily and rolled her eyes, "Wow, that was almost smooth ponytail head," she finished her bowl quickly as her phone kept on ringing, "Damn! He's here!"
Satoru quirked a brow, "Off to ditch us now?"
Ieiri brought out her mirror and reapplied her lipstick and powdered her nose before answering, "Yep," she said unapologetically.
"You two won't stay until the fireworks display?" Sachiko was a little worried to leave her all alone with her blind date but also started to feel nervous about being left alone with the two.
The boy with the light hair would sneak glances across the table, occasionally, she'd catch him and acknowledge his looks but couldn't push herself to look too long. He'd manage to break their awkward tension with one of his toothy grins but sometimes, she couldn't help but consider that there was more to him than just restfully exchanging questionable glances.
She had been in constant communication with Satoru all throughout the holiday break. There was barely anytime that he wasn't texting her or making surprise calls for the most random reasons. Initially, it wasn't that different with the frequency of communication with Ieiri, but sometimes, they would get into very interesting conversations and surprised herself by shifting sides and being the talkative one and he would be left on the listening end. She was used to his inane manner of speaking and found it very easy to speak with him because he wasn't pretentious or judgmental. That year, she felt less alone sitting in her dorm room and obsessively cleaning the Taisha corridors when she had people to handle those for her because someone actually continuously made the effort to ask her about her day or send her random funny edits that energized her in between her reading.
People from her clan noticed the change in her attitude and they couldn't help but actually feel relieved that she was more outspoken and smiled more often. Which was probably why Kodansha was fond of the Gojo boy. He was helping her come out of her shell and the trust she was beginning to establish between them was something she had only hoped for her.
The other boy who sat beside her didn't seem too fazed by the situation outwardly. Oddly enough, that night, he was more confident than his friend. Suguru constantly made eye contact with her as he carefully orchestrated topic after topic during their chat. He was being strategic, even with the hairpin. He felt a little bad that his efforts of winning her favor lay visible not only to his rival but to his best friend but to make it seem like casual effort, he had to brave through the dagger-like glares his blue eyed friend made.
Ieiri didn't really mind them egging on each other especially since she was about to make her leave. What did tackle her thoughts was how far Suguru was already advancing in comparison to Satoru. Sachiko had told her about how Suguru had been very hands-on and thoughtful ever since she mentioned the memorial. She even considered it very sweet that he'd go out of his way to personally deliver the camellias and keep her company during the 8th. Suguru wasn't exactly a true-blue gentleman, she knew this well since they were close, but it seems his good nature was always brought out by their tiny friend and in a way, Ieiri could see them as a pair.
She just hoped that with the two of them in line, whoever succeeds, the other would be a sport about it. Sachiko would rather keep them both as friends rather than stir up some drama.
Ieiri deep sighed at that thought.
As long as they don't kill each other. It's all good.
Ieiri opened her phone and directed her eyes at the screen that read 8 PM.
The sound of the bell began to echo all throughout Oji signaling the start of the Joya no Kane, a Shinto tradition wherein the bell is rung 108 times, the last one on Midnight, to discharge the excessive desires of human and start the upcoming year with a fresh and renewed outlook. It was also believed to be a cleansing ritual that called upon the gods to give them their protection and blessing against the temptations of the world.
Ieiri took this as her cue to finally take her leave, "Okay, I really gotta go," she stood from her seat and gave Sachiko one last hug, "I'll be in the front to watch you later, have a great time," she turned to the boys now, "Take care of her dimwits!"
They replied in unison, "Of course, who do you think we are?"
The three had made their way to shrine to take a moment to meditate and ask the gods to grant their wishes.
Not wanting to be too conceited and hog all of her attention, they stood on either of Sachiko's sides, helping her maneuver around the crowd, extremely curious and wanting to have a moment with the guest of honor, brooding demeanor shooing too many prying eyes directed towards their pretty friend.
They clapped their hands together and closed their eyes, silently said their prayers.
For the Six-tailed Kitsune, no wish was necessary, all she wanted was to extend her gratitude to Kai and the rest of the deities for giving her constant company. Because of them, the wounds of her past seemed to have only left a small mark, not deep enough to create scars. People weren't always welcoming towards her, but within their own little circle, she always felt she belonged. To them, she mattered and because of that, she could breathe easily.
As she held her head high and slowly dropped her hands in front of her, she wondered what the two boys were actually praying for. Looking at one from the other, their thoughts seemed to be more solemn than hers.
Satoru's pale lashes created a shadow under his lids, his mouth was inflexible and was a little surprised that he actually looked like he was having a spiritual conversation with the gods of the shrine. He had mentioned to her before how he wished he could skip the traditions of the Holidays forced unto him by his clan and just have fun, leaving her unsurprised that he accepted Lady Kodansha's invitation to join the event. Perhaps he was being thankful for having one day to himself, outside of the pressures of his duties as clan heads. He didn't look despondent, his quirked-up lips and relaxed lines on his forehead seemed to signify that he was happy to have joined her.
She lifted her eyes at him to peer next at Suguru, only to be surprised that he was already busy staring at her. His hands were crossed but gaze steadied at her form that she couldn't help but widen her eyes slightly before smiling back. She tilted her head sidewards as if to tell him that they should wait until Satoru was done, shuffling her stance to give him a bit more space, decreasing some towards her pony-tailed friend.
Suguru's prayers were brief. He said his thanks and asked for support in his newfound desire. It was a childish one to ask for but, the temple supported Sachiko in both forms, if he could gain their blessing than, there's nothing more he could ask.
Maybe Satoru's forgiveness too if I succeed.
He chuckled on the thought, making Satoru open his eyes and shyly rub the back of his nape at the realization that he had been arguing with the gods for too long.
His prayers, though unheard by his companions were rather interesting.
He first asked them why.
He didn't understand the necessity of having romantic feelings for another, especially one he really liked having as a close friend. It was of course his initial thought. The aspect of destroying the trust between them wasn't something he wasn't fond of considering especially since he didn't know if she'd reciprocate. But then, that wasn't why he spat questions at them, he was asking why he couldn't allow himself to face it head on.
Those thoughts were very mundane compared to the things people asked for at the shrine, but in reality, he too wanted victory.
No matter how he would go around it, it all resigned to the notion of him wanting to be with her. It was rare that he found someone who knew exactly what he was dealing with. Sharing burdens quite literally, crossing fates, a mutual understanding of sorts and he didn't know if it was his ego speaking but, in the depths of his troubled soul, he knew that a part of her felt the same way.
Why?
Why else would she leave herself unguarded around me? Confide in me when I'm the least likely person to cushion her concerns with coated words and affirmations? Why would she speak with me daily when she was always so reserved around others? Why did she have to look at me like i was truly seen and treasured and remembered, stripped of my title yet remaining as the version of Gojo Satoru I longed to be?
I know why.
So, to whoever is listening, I want her to know too.
"Shall we get going?" she asked, beginning her turn away from the shrine, "Suguru? Satoru?"
Mentioning their name distracted them from their own thoughts and with relaxed faces, they followed their rather cheerful friend towards the nearby stalls.
"Oh my! It's you! Lady Miura!" the middle-aged shrine maiden was quickly to lift herself away from the stool to pay her respect to Sachiko. With one slight bow, she beamed at her and shook her hand, honored that the Six-tailed Kitsune have chosen her stall to buy trinkets where a wide selection of colorful pouches embedded with sacred inscriptions much like talismans were made available.
"Omamoris?" Sachiko spoke as the shrine maiden affirmed. Her scarlet eyes began scanning the selection. There were different kinds for different purposes that it was a little impossible to choose which she would get.
Suguru and Satoru were both going through the choices meticulously but paid close attention to one in particular, the red and pink pouches with golden embroidery, the enmusubi, the omamori charm that signified partnership and love. They didn't really have the courage to purchase the trinket in front of her especially since it was famous for females to buy them and not men.
They both exchanged determined glances and clenched their jaw upon the realization of their common interest that it took a good three seconds for them to scowl away from each other's demented glares.
Sachiko chose three pairs of blue-plated amulets making the shrine maiden purse her lips and comment, "Oh, kanai-anzen!"
She nodded, "This is for safety and well-being of family right, oba-san?" The shrine maiden nodded, allowing Sachiko to prepare two of the trinkets in one hand and the other, tucked safely in her purse.
Satoru was nearest her, so she approached him and tapped on his shoulder, "Satoru?" he slowly turned and directed his attention to the omamori. Before he could say anything, she went on to search where she could tie it around his form but seeing as he had no bag on him, she quickly lifted his right hand, the same area she tied on her red string and hooked it around his wrist like a bracelet. A little surprised by her gesture, Satoru attempted to cover his blush by lowering his shades and did little to dampen the curious expression of the shrine maiden.
"Don't lose this okay?" she said sweetly.
Satoru could only nod.
She had already turned her back towards him to face Suguru, who was already anticipating his turn. He placed both hands behind his back and grinned, "Sachi, can you tie mine on my obi? I don't want accidentally misplace it, so it's better where I can see it,"
His hangdog smile made Satoru snarl and he hated that he didn't think of that first. It was a clever ruse one that Sachiko wouldn't think would have any double meaning. Still, the shrine maiden was quick to pick-up on the tension between the three that as soon as they settled back, she couldn't help but clasp her hands together and inquire. Her eyes landed on each of them, and she giggled, "Oh so, that's what the kids are in to these days..." she leaned to whisper towards Sachiko's ear and gave her a slight nudge, "Are you sure you can handle that kind of pressure?"
Her ears turned pink at the jest that she was in some sort of harem with her two friends that she couldn't help but flinch, "Oh, no, um, please," she shook her head, "They're both just my friends…" her voice trailed off, making her companions etch disappointed looks at her statement.
The shrine maiden laughed loudly now, "Forgive me my lady, it's just that, young love is hard to come by and," she made a frame with her fingers and bordered Sachiko with Suguru and then Sachiko with Satoru and gave her a thumb's up, "You have two potential suitors! I'm very happy for my lady!"
The synchronicity of their blushes was close to the red oni masks on display that she wished she took the young ones' picture, "I tend to pry a lot during the holidays but only because there so much room to see potential amorous developments. Anyway, no need to pay for those, I'm just happy to receive your blessing," she approached Sachiko now and reached out to pat her crown and clap twice before bowing, "Thanks to you, my dream will come true!"
"Your dream?" Suguru said with brows raised.
Sachiko let out a shaky laugh, "Oh, uh, there's this belief that if you pat a Kitsune's crown and clap your hands twice before New year's, you might just gain enough luck to have your prayers answered in the year to come,"
Without thinking, the two had simultaneously placed their hands over her crown and clapped their hands twice and bowed making the shrine maiden cry happy tears at their display.
Sachiko crossed her arms and gave them darting looks but soon shrugged off their playfulness and excused herself.
"Wait, aren't you two boys getting her something too?" the shrine maiden noticed the crests on their robes, making her smirk inwardly as they quickly set their eyes on the talismans, relishing in the intrigue that their fingers merely hovered over the talisman of love and chose the same silver and red one that left quite a bit of an impression her, "How very sweet of the both of you to wish her happiness,"
Suguru bit his lip and quickly grabbed one and thanked the lady before setting off to join Sachiko. Satoru frowned as once again he was beaten by his friend's initiative that left him stuck at the kiosk.
It didn't help that Suguru was too slick with presenting her with the talisman. The lady watched as Satoru's hands balled into a fist, his expression turned stern that she couldn't help but follow his cold gaze.
Suguru had gotten the tail end of Sachiko's braid and gently looped the omamori with the purple ribbon he just happened to have kept in his pocket. Satoru felt the pressure from his teeth, copper rancid in his mouth from biting his cheek as Suguru's hold lingered too long for comfort. It was able to make her feel a little touched and fluttery as evidenced by the way she held one hand close to her chest.
He robotically turned towards the shrine maiden who tapped on his shoulder but kept his frown. With determined eyes, he pointed towards the pink omamori and whispered,
"Please keep one of those, I'll come back for it, also, I need a favor,"
He whispered instructions on her hear and the amused look she painted was enough confirmation that she was on his side, "Leave it to me Gojo-san,"
He was surprised by the mention of his name when they failed to introduce themselves earlier on, but one look and he knew that she had the same wavelength as Lady Kodansha.
The bell continued ringing and they found themselves going through the area where the people of their generation were crowding. Stalls were dedicated to playing some festival games which could win them very interesting items.
Her face lit up at the sight of the lively crowd, a little bit unusual as she preferred her peace and quiet and yet she was first to go through the crowd. It was nice that she was finally more sociable than before, going from one establishment to another, greeting her hosts and leaving some with areas with puffed up hair from all the good luck pats she received.
The people with fox and oni masks couldn't help but watch as she went around, offering her all sorts of things that the followers promised to deliver to her home. Satoru lifted his palms, sweaty and empty as he has yet to retrieve his offering to her. He clicked his tongue at the realization that Suguru was doing a great job at keeping her entertained that one more stall after, he hurried towards the biggest one with the most assortment of trinkets and stuffed animals made available for winning.
He smirked as he read the shateki signage. He had perfect vision, gun-shooting shouldn't be a problem for him to conquer. He folded his kimono sleeves and grabbed Sachiko's obi with his index finger and slowly dragged her away from Suguru.
"S-satoru?" she said wide eyed and a little disgruntled by his rash behavior.
He wiped the tip of his nose with the back of his fingers and looked sideways, "Chi-chan, choose," he pointed towards the prizes, "I'll win them for you,"
She giggled now and slapped his arm, nudging him slightly for his offer, "Really? Then," she scanned the prizes and locked eyes on the pile that stated they could only have it if they shot five bull's eyes in a row and pointed towards the large bear, "That one,"
Satoru blinked and carefully removed his glasses and framed his chin with his index finger and thumb, "Leave it to me,"
As soon as he was about to step on his plate and cock his gun, he found Suguru fixing his manbun and settling on the pedestal next to him, grating at him with a sinister brow before turning into a kinder expression as he looked over his shoulder to speak to Sachiko, "I can win that for you, no problem," he declared, putting on the hunter hat of his ancestors as he swiftly aligned the gun in his hand snuck a challenging glance through his periphery at his rival.
"Heh," Satoru cackled, "You can't even shoot darts, hope you're ready to eat your words,"
It wasn't difficult for them to win her the prizes the first few minutes it, Sachiko's arms were already aching from holding two very large stuffed animals that the boys had to set the rest of the prizes down beside her. Her eyes ping-ponged from one fiery boy to another that the shop owners who were too dumbfounded by their outstanding tenacity for the sport had to move out of the way to avoid getting shot. She finally decided to help calm them down and apologized to the owners for the spectacle. Seeing as a large crowd had gathered including children, she asked for permission to share their winnings to the crowd, keeping only the stuffed foxes they each won for her.
She instructed one of the large Inaris to take the stuffed toys to her quarters right after she asked for them to take a photo together. In the split second before the camera flashed, the two had managed smiles before returning to their death glares.
They had another forty-five minutes left until Midnight and so, to their surprise, Sachiko had pulled them into the archery rink.
Suguru tilted his head sidewards, "Is there something you'd like us to win for you here?" he offered only be met by her unembellished expression.
She begun folding her sleeves and directed herself to take one of the bows and arrows, "It's time for me to show off a little too,"
Suguru and Satoru exchanged glances and watched as she gracefully placed herself in a stance fitting to a seasoned warrior. Despite her attire, she didn't seem to have any impediments to properly aim and with her release, she hit the bull's eye, earning her a few applauses from the crowd.
The two boys felt themselves burn up by watching her in action, one of the things they admired about her was her unapologetic strength. It wasn't surprising to see her skilled in weaponry, but it was still a spectacle to behold. Suguru was surprised at how Satoru was very honest with his feelings when it came to her. His usual chill vibe was instantly shaken but the simplest of her quips or actions and it was a little intimidating because Sachiko was drawn to his bluntness that it was hard to deny they both had an equal chance.
They left the archery area with one toy each in their hands. Satoru was given a white cat stuffed animal he fashioned with his shades while Suguru placed his black wolf one inside his haori pocket with the head peeking out.
She was very proud and satisfied with her tokens and they knew well they would keep it as a prized memento of that day.
The bell rung a little louder now, there was only 15 minutes to go before the fireworks display.
Satoru had paused his walking upon recollection of the trinket he was set to retrieve. It was his idea to gift it to her at midnight and actually advance in his efforts. Without saying much, he excused himself and went on to go back to the omamori stall, rushing through the sea that went against the current as they were all headed to the best place to view the display.
Sachiko tried to follow his pale hair into the crowded but felt Suguru's fingers hold unto her wrist and was forced to his side to avoid being swept by the crowd. Suguru had shielded her from the rushing bystanders. Her head was incredibly close to his chest, with only the width of her palm as distance from hearing his heart beat strong.
She lifted her chin to meet his wary lilac eyes and he jerked his head to the side, "Let's head to the shrine terrace, we'll meet with him there," he ascertained.
Suguru had it in his conscience to shoot his friend a text even if he wanted to take the opportunity alone with her to further his advances. He was already off to a great start. He wasn't exactly holding her hand as they waded through the crowd, but she did loop her arm on his to guide her to a safer distance. People they passed by did comment on how cute they looked like a young couple, making Suguru more confident in himself that he could stand next to their beloved Kitsune.
The crowd was beginning to huddle close to them at the balcony that one accidental push forced Suguru to loop his hand around her waist to steady her as she stumbled. She yelped softly and blushed at his hold that he was quick to release. He knew by the sweat of her brows and her taut painted lips that she was beginning to feel suffocated around them. Luckily, he was able to follow the trail of some Inaris and soon they found themselves crossing a plane beside the viewing deck that was restricted save for some VIPs.
They ducked behind the rope and settled at an isolated location where they were given an even better view of the area. The sky looked like a giant canvass where they stood that she couldn't help but smile and be grateful at his quick thinking.
A paper lantern floated above her head, a vulpex Inari with a lit tail pointed its nose towards the workers below. It was serendipitous. They were directly above the spot where the fireworks were lined up and in a few minutes, she was tasked to light them all anyway.
Sachiko told him to stand a few steps away as she waited for the bell to hit close to 100. She stood silent for a little while, eyes closed but arms lifted wide open. The Inaris gathered around them as the unlit paper lanterns flew up one by one with a small pyre in its center and with one swift movement that brought her hands together, she opened her crescentic eyes and sent a pulse of fire towards the fireworks that slowly ignited into a sea of color.
She gestured for him to approach closer now and directed Suguru towards the heavens, "Keep your eyes towards the sky okay? Our fireworks are the most beautiful when lit with fox fire," she exclaimed proudly.
Through his periphery, he couldn't lift his gentle stare bridled with excitement. It was just the two of them, soon hovered by glorious light, a setting fit for young lovers to share to welcome the new year.
"I'll try," he said, truthfully speaking that it was difficult to keep his eyes away from her even as the show commenced. She gently pulled on his arm, drawing him close to her side as her pretty fingers pointed towards the glowing stars the fireworks created. One burst of color from another made her widen her smile at him. Suguru felt the warmth from his own chest bloom.
The radiant, opalescent glow that turned a cool shade only for mere seconds illuminated her beauty more, capturing his sole attention despite the rare show. He placed his courtesy in the ruby eyes that welcomed him to share a sweet moment under the hiding moon. That in their almost inanimate distance, he felt magnetized and dependent on movements that were brought by sheer instinct. His hands trembled as it rose and wound around her waist, pulling her closer and closer next to him, her, too distracted by the beautiful lights, didn't seem to mind his boldness.
We fit.
He thought, allowing himself the victory he had worked hard for just for a moments with her alone. His expectations were low but he still allowed himself a sliver of hope to seep through. Sachiko didn't mind their distance, she was just enjoying her time with a trusted person and it felt great to finally watch the fireworks with someone by her side what she didn't know was the thrill inside of her friend was building up each second they stayed close, himself pooling all of his muted glee into his heart that it almost felt like his heart was about to burst.
He was finally sure that what he felt for her was something friendship couldn't even begin to describe.
Why else would he push himself to memorize each detail of her being, haplessly create bothersome scenarios that were impractical just so he could make her happy?
Nothing else but the truth of what his aching desire for her attention held in his depths.
Tsuki da yo.
He whispered in the wind, the sound of the explosion from the lights so deafening that Sachiko couldn't hear his confession.
He longed to hold her at the enclosure of his arms, to transfix his eyes, so pure and swirling with the outpour of his love so that they may speak for him but he had to contemplate.
Suguru may never have another opportunity like this again and he would be damned to let it go unattended.
He took a good look at her now, so radiant and filled with life as they stood under the blanket of lights, his breath was captured by the way she smiled at him that he felt obligated to remove the mask that hung in his head, as a symbol of respect to her outstanding beauty.
Crippled by the sound of her laughter, he had to consciously remind himself to keep his weakened knees straight so he would fall but it was already too late, he was in it too deep.
I love her.
Suguru took another few minutes to take in how close they are to each other. Her head merely needed a slight tilt to rest on his shoulders, her hands, only inches away from resting on his chest and he continued to be silenced by the power she had over him.
If her affinity as a special grade was to make others of the same rank so unencumbered just by breathing, then, he would have happily knelt and admitted defeat. He had pictured similar scenarios numerous times in the very few ones they were left alone but it never occurred to him that it would one day come true.
Every bit of her was imprinted in his mind, not just a memory but an actual live image that never failed to make him calm and feel happy.
Standing on the mute plane under the haze of the illuminated sky, he focused on the one thing that mattered most-her.
It felt like time had stopped. Midnight seemed to be hours away from where they were.
To him, it felt like the rest of the world had been erased and all the color was pooled into her whole being with the beautiful backdrop of what was left of the faded palette of the sky painted with sparkly lights. She smiled so brightly, shaming the heavens on their display, lanterns remained invisible against the fire trapped in her eyes and the crackling of the lit wands was nothing compared to the sound of her glee.
Suguru's heart was bouncing off his chest and soon felt possessed by her very presence. His hand released her waist and he shifted his position to stand in front of her. His eyes were filled with aching yearning, desire he kept capsulated for too long that it rattled his ribcage so much, he felt like he was about to turn to ash. His nerves had settled in, dispelled quickly at the motion of his fingers opening and closing and soon, he gathered enough courage to place it carefully against her right cheek.
Finally the 108th bell rung and Suguru, decided to start his year with a defining moment.
His touch, though gentle, felt like an alien warmth that the static from her movement to face him wasn't enough to give her time to take in what he was about to do next.
He tilted her chin upwards, willing her crimson eyes to shine upon the lilac of his. She saw her reflection in them, surprise freezing her in place that she didn't even notice him lightly pulling her mouth to align with his lips as he leaned in to give her a soft peck. He felt the air from her gasp breach his space but even as she slightly doubled back, he was quick to steady her with one hand placed carefully on her arm. His eyes remained half-lidded only for a brief moment, catching the harsh rouge that the spread across her face, scarlet eyes that pierced through him with gentle surprise that he didn't even noticed that his own curtained close to gather the last bit of his courage to mold his lips against hers for one solid moment. Her lips felt so soft against his, the taste of her mouth sweeter than fruit he had purchased earlier.
And the feeling that soared through his soul was unlike any other.
The spark he felt as he kissed her, the one he didn't think existed, came. The electricity too enticing that for a while he was lost in the moment and remained steady in his mold, savoring what a moment in Sachiko's life would become shared only with him.
Sachiko was too stunned to move, eyes forced open as she struggled to distinguish between reality and an illusion. Suguru wasn't eerily forceful but she didn't particularly say or do anything that would incite him permission. Her emotions stirred within her. Suguru had never been crass around her so this unexpected gesture was something that clearly caught her off guard but she didn't feel as disquieted as she expected to.
Even as her breath was stolen for just a brief moment, she had to think.
Should my eyes remain open or closed?
Should I increase the distance or remove the gap?
How do I feel?
Satoru had cheated his way back to his friends, focusing on their registry to easily located them amongst the sea of strangers that impeded his fast footing.
It was an odd map to follow since they weren't in any area that housed guests.
He finally zeroed in on their trail, pacing quickly to step over the restrictive ropes, enmusubi charm tucked safely in his hand. He smiled with his teeth now as he felt their presence draw near, unmistakably, he felt her presence the strongest.
When he finally reached the area that housed his friends, he took a deep breath to call out to them but what greeted him was something that pushed away all of his excitement down on the ground.
His hand was carefully resting on the trunk of a nearby tree as he took a few steps away to make himself less visible and his registry less prominent than it naturally was. His fingers dug deep on the bark and his mouth drew a straight line, pale brows knotted tightly, cerulean eyes, moistened and pupils dilated at the image painted before him in such an intimate moment.
His weight dropped to the floor, back hunched like a heavy boulder was placed upon his being that was too heavy for him even as a special grade. His best friend had his mouth suspiciously adjacent on hers, his eyes drawn to a close, relishing the sweetness of the romanticism that heavens the danced with colorful rain blessed upon them a glow of gold.
It was a specter of disbelief that he had been overcome when he had been assured of his triumph earlier on.
His eyes blurred almost instantly, anger pooled in his core, disappointment planting him firmly where he stood and yet he had idled a little longer than he could manage.
His whirl to cast his eyes on another scenery was forceful enough to hear the snap of his haori against his kimono. His lids grew heavy that he had to shut his eyes just so he could erase what he had witnessed earlier on.
He couldn't remember how he ever rushed through the busy crowd, hearing their greetings in the new year, exchanging affectionate nods and chantings that weren't enough to muffle the truth of what he saw under the brilliant sky.
Satoru hated that he was so petty at that moment, settling in the midst of the crowd, alone and disconcerted when he knew he also lacked finesse in his plan. Even if she had her back towards him, and her expression wasn't available for him to view earlier on, fact was, she shared something special with Suguru that he so desperately believed was meant for him.
So, with a heavy heart, he lifted his chin and waited for them to commence the parade, hoping that in the hustle of the tradition, he could trick himself into believing that he was he saw, the shattering scene that surely increased Suguru's advantage, was just the figment of his imagination.
Sachiko felt herself tense. Her left hand gripped the cloth that covered his arm, hold creating harsh folds that made him wince and in the next blink, she had pushed him away forcefully and turned to cover her mouth with her hands.
Heat projected from her face down and she couldn't process what went through Suguru's mind when he deliberately took control of the situation and plunged his lips on hers.
It was a clear breach in her privacy, and she did not expect it to come from the Suguru she knew, the gentlehearted friend who always considered her feelings first.
First.
Suguru's my first-
Suguru was quick to notice the shudder that went through her body that the guilt was quick to follow in his.
His hand reflexively landed on her shoulder making her flinch and take rushed steps away from him without turning.
He wanted to look at her face but at the same time, he feared that there would be nothing, but dreadfulness and contempt plastered on it that would double as the omen that spoke of his ill-turned fate when it came to his feelings.
"Sachi-" he spoke with a bit of panic now, urgently trying to find the correct words that would correct his wrongdoing but she barely looked at him over her shoulder. Her eyes were dejected and searching and all she managed were a few words in reply,
"I-I must leave Suguru,"
The young man in the purple robes felt like he had just dismissed all of his past efforts with that one mistake. He had rushed it and yet, it was difficult for him to let what had happened sink in because, he didn't want to regret it-that one moment where Sachiko was his, and his alone.
Sachiko followed the trail back to the enoki tree. She was still catching her breath, dizzy not just from the energy she spent running but also from the flashing images that weaved in tune with the fireworks.
What happened was a confirmation of what Ieiri had told her. Suguru's feelings were expressed openly that night and he didn't need to say anything that wouldn't affirm it otherwise.
She was confused.
Everything up until that moment actually made her believe that she could continue on as just being friends with him but when she found out that he had the ability to make her heart jump like that, she needed time to reflect on what had happened.
She was torn. Not because she didn't know who to choose but-because,
-she liked them both differently and inside of her she already knew who she considered as the one she'd want to stay by her side as a romantic partner.
One of the priests in charge of preparing her for the procession came to pick her up that all thoughts that troubled her from a few minutes before would have to be placed on hold.
Satoru watched nearby and made sure that she was being escorted properly to her quarters before he made his leave to watch and participate in the parade.
Despite his heavy feeling of setback, he wondered, what else could've troubled his precious friend and made her look so despondent when she had just experienced something very dreamlike?
What could I have possibly missed? He wondered.
He continued walking away now, Kitsune mask he now wore snug on his face to mask his irritated expression but even as the distance grew, he couldn't help but look back a few times to see if she was okay.
Perhaps she's just shocked.
I just hope she's happy either way.
The procession began with everyone gathered at the most central part of the Shrine. High ranking officials and followers dressed in the classic red and white robes were responsible for creating a safe border where the Six Tailed Kitsune was tasked to make an appearance.
Ieiri signaled for her two masked friends, eerily silent in their stance, to join her and her non-existent date near the frontlines to get a better view of Sachiko's performance.
She sensed the tension in between them but didn't bother to ask. Inside of the dressing room where she reunited with her best friend, Sachiko was too jumpy and flustered that she knew something was up. She opted to investigate another time to avoid giving her anymore distractions but as the two boys went to each of her side, she couldn't help but decide on probing further separately.
The whole area went dim; the red paper lanterns served as its only source of light marking the start of the procession. Each of the 108 guests put on their masks and painted faces as instructed and watched as the Inaris' eyes glowed against the backdrop of the stage where Sachiko was set to appear.
The music began playing.
Live musicians began their instrumentals and with one harsh beat on the drum, the flames from the lanterns glowed and created a spotlight on the center where Sachiko emerged from the flames.
There was a loud gasp that came from visitors as the gold from the fabric of her kimono shone so bright that it seemed to animate the crimson butterflies that decorated her clothes. She was poised as she stood, eyes slowly opened to reveal the crescents of the Kitsune, scarlet, fiercely piercing through anyone who dared to meet her eyes. The markings of her skin slowly drew itself in glowing red and white etching the deep imprints of her true form in her arms, neck, cheeks and forehead that people couldn't help but bewilder at the beautiful creature before them.
She lifted her hands and with one flick of the wrist, her fan was covered in her fox fire, moving through the course of the beat with so much grace even in her quaint expression.
Sachiko had begun pouring her heart and soul towards the gods to appease them, trying her best to work through her nerves as people continued to ogle at her as she displayed her true form. She worried that she would elicit fear but there was only astonishment and appreciation of her Kagura and it was of great comfort that she spotted familiar faces in the crowd.
She was grateful that everyone wore masks.
Even if she was able to identify Suguru immediately, she was able to briefly push the recollection of the kiss long enough to finish her performance and move on to climb the steps towards the main shrine.
For what seemed like a moment where time slowed down, with her last twirl, Sachiko's eyes met the crystalline orbs of the person she didn't want to disappoint the most, giving her that last push to rally the crowd into a prosperous new year.
The performance and rites ended quickly. Crowds were growing less and less as soon as the Kitsune thanked them for their patronage and Suguru saw a small window to speak with her alone as Satoru had volunteered to escort Ieiri to the station.
He found her where they last met, the spot in the balcony where he had left such a bold impression that even he couldn't believe truly happened.
Sachiko didn't scowl at him, nor did she spit any curses he was prepared to receive. Instead, she stood with one arm folded over the other and struggled to find it in her to look him the eye. She was a little apprehensive for sure, but no hate was imprinted her spirit. All she wanted was an apology and a possible explanation to his uncharacteristic behavior.
Earlier, Suguru had gone through the speech in his head, but it all seemed moot as he rushed to bow and kneel in front of her out of his shame in overstepping their closeness.
He knew about her past trauma, and it wasn't right for him to claim something without her permission.
"Sachi, I'm terribly sorry,"
He sounded so sad that his voice almost cracked from the woe that developed in his chest that she had to crouch down and pat his head to calm his spirit and will him to face her properly.
He continued, "Sachi, I never meant to dishonor you…no matter what I say, I know, I could never provide you with a proper explanation so, I'll be honest," he lifted his chin and straightened but did not rise from his knees on the ground, "I admit, I was too preoccupied in the moment and had allowed myself to have the setting dictate the extent of my emotions. You were incredibly beautiful, and it is true that I wanted to kiss you, but I only intended to do so on your cheek…" his voice trailed off at his words. It was too good to be true, but it was very honest, and Sachiko knew him so well that she believed him yet a part of her still ached from the shock. Still, she continued to listen to his words,
"But, when I saw how happy you were, I couldn't resist…it would be wrong of me to give you any more plausible explanations since it wouldn't be fair but please, know that I am sorry and I know it was wrong of me to expect that you wouldn't mind," he shut his eyes tight and lowered his head once more, "I didn't mean to offend you, I just-to me," his breath hitched, "You-to me, are…important…"
Sachiko lifted his head and slowly helped him up. Despite him towering over her, he felt so shrunken in his shame that he kept his eyes on his feet as she responded.
She placed her hands neatly interlaced in front of her and sighed, "Suguru," she began her heavy reply, "I-honestly haven't let it sink in yet but I just, I need time to understand, if you allow me to?"
He took as step forward and weaved his brows, "Yes of course! Please, take our time…"
"Suguru, while I figure things out, I just-I don't want things to change between us. You're important to me too," she hugged herself now and looked at him with cautious eyes, "I just don't know how to process this yet…I'm-"
Suguru shook his head, "No, please, don't apologize! I'm the one at fault-"
Sachiko hesitated with decreasing the distance between them because she's never shared any intimate gestures save for hugs before and with him, all she could think about was how she had to cross something off her list so suddenly.
Her silence said it all-she had a vision of that moment captured in her imagination perfectly and he had stolen it and replaced it with a surprise that wasn't all pleasant.
"Sachi, I'm sorry, I'm not asking you to forgive me at once but if it would make you more comfortable, we can choose to forget about it," a hand went towards his chest now, "It was my stupid and selfish mistake. I don't want you to think less of me too, I just-" his hand ghosted over hers but decided against any other unwelcomed contact, "It doesn't have to count Sachiko," he said apprehensively.
She was shocked by his statement that lifted directly from her thoughts. She didn't know if it really counted but she didn't hate him for it either. She wished that if he had initiated something, he would've asked properly because if he did, she herself might find clarity herself.
He bowed once more, "Forgive me Sachi, I shouldn't have abused my welcome here…I hope you can forgive me,"
Sachiko was still a little shaken, but she didn't want to push him away because of a mistake he admitted lacked decency. She knew who he really was and though rare to see in other men, he was actually sincere. She placed one hand on his arm and gave it a squeeze, "Suguru…I just need some time, I'll be okay, I'm not-angry…just, surprised…"
"I see," the light in his eyes faded and by her tone, it was evident that she needed some space, so without saying anything else, he asked to be dismissed and left her alone to compose herself. The most appropriate thing that he could do in light of what just happened.
He quickened his footing as he made his exit, his fingers dug into his palms until it turned white and there was an ache in his jaw from his tightly clenched jaw even as he had formed a safe distance away from the prying eyes of the Miuras.
Secretly, his heart was still pleasantly swarmed by the trace of joy he felt when he kissed her. It took everything in him to swallow the words that would declare that he didn't regret his rude behavior but that did not excuse him from what he had done.
He was falling in love with her and was spurned by the magic of the moment that he thought would allow him the answer if she felt the same but at the same time, he feared the creeping reality that came with her opened eyes.
He knew it already, her true feelings.
So, with one last look at the Oji shrine, he said another prayer. He hoped that she would forgive him even if it cost him his chance at love.
After all, he'd rather be by her side as her good friend that someone she hated.
She could never hate him.
He knew that.
That's one of the reasons that drew him to her, her precious heart.
Still, he was a little disappointed that she didn't make him stay.
That alone was enough for him to create conclusions.
It doesn't matter, as long as I stay by her side, I'll be content.
I'll just hold it in my memory.
No matter how painful it is.
If only I had been brave.
If only I made sure that she closed her eyes too.
Perhaps, I could have made it real.
Mutual.
She felt something. I was sure of it.
But, there was doubt, unlike the way she was with him-always definite.
"Yoi o-toshi wo,"
Have a good New Year Sachi.
They greet each other a happy new year.
Satoru hung around Oji. He figured that after escorting Ieiri by the train station, he might as well stay to have Hatsuhinode or the first sunrise of the year at such a scenic place. He sat under the enoki tree, the best place to view the natural glow of the celestial object light up the whole area he hoped would make his load a little lighter.
The rays were already peeking over the establishments when he heard footsteps draw near.
"Satoru?"
Of course, Sachiko.
He gulped and mustered enough of his strength to create a façade of calm as he stood to greet her, "Hey Chi," he gave her a grin that exposed his gums as well as a chortle that was enough to erase the lines above her forehead.
She seemed like she was unsure about how to approach him as well but managed to give him a small smile.
"Why didn't you tell me you were still here?" she said as she took her seat beside him.
He shrugged, "I thought you'd be busy…" his shortened his words to avoid suspicion. He had no intention of bringing up such a sensitive topic that would likely raise her temper. He was hurt and confused and a little bit angry at his friend but at her,
I could never be.
She took a deep, "No, not really," she turned her attention to the horizon and beamed, "Oh, it's starting,"
For a few minutes they just sat together and watched the sun finally make an appearance. One by one, the darkness and the shadows that swallowed the whole area disappeared and she took it upon herself turn off the lanterns by retrieving her cursed energy.
She tucked her legs behind her and closed her eyes as she allowed the rays to kiss her skin. Bathing in the soothing warmth that was powerful enough to mend her tired body.
Satoru continued to observe her fervently, images of their night together having fun fast forwarding to the moment he was left speechless during her Kagura performance. He chose to be stuck in that moment, telling himself that that was the most surprising event of the night that opening his mouth, his words came naturally, "You were…amazing when you danced," his hand went to the back of his head, "Very pretty…"
Her eyes slowly opened and she couldn't help but look back into the sky in his eyes now made visible under the light of the morning. The blush from his compliment quickly spread from her cheeks to the tips of her ears that she couldn't help but peer away to hide her astonishment,
"Oh, thank you Satoru, I really appreciate that you came,"
You.
She only mentioned him and that fact, though admittedly forcing himself to read in between the lines was enough to bring back his mood, "It was nice seeing you so comfortable in your own skin in front of a lot of people," he gave her a thumb's up, "I'm proud,"
She giggled, "I have you to thank for that. It made me less nervous to see someone I'm comfortable with in the crowd,"
He crooked his brow, "You mean me, Ieiri and Suguru?"
Sachi shrugged, "Well yes, but-"
"Hm?" he scooted closer so that the tips of their fingers were almost touching.
She wanted to tell him that most of what calmed her down was sight of his focused blue eyes. The Kitsune mask was the first visible object she could see from the stage and that alone made her confident to finish her task.
She shook her head and laughed once more as she reached out for the Kitsune mask he wore,
"Funny, I used to wear this all the time, now I dunno how you managed to put this on for hours,"
He reached out to touch her hand lightly now and gave it one solid squeeze "Chi-chan? No more hiding,"
He smiled at her like he knew her thoughts well, like the secret of the night and the truth of it was already embedded in his soul that she didn't need to pretend or be afraid of what he was feeling or thinking. There was no ill tension in between them. Only serenity.
He lifted his hand and placed both hands behind his head, "Just be you. That's more important. I can hide behind this mask, but you still know it's me, so, think of that time as the start of your evolution," he grabbed the mask from her hands and lightly tapped it against her crown, "Don't' get any ideas of wearing this again, this-," he looked at the Kitsune mask and imagined the first time she showed him her face. The pinnacle that started a bond that soon evolved into trust, a memory and a right that would forever remain his. He grinned once more, "-is mine,"
Sachiko hid the smile that appeared as he released those words. The mysterious feeling his voice was able to emanate when he spoke to her was finally piecing together in reason.
"Sachiko?"
"Yes?"
"Happy New Year,"
Sachiko straightened quickly and gestured for him to do the same that as soon as she was finished dusting her kimono she tugged on his sleeve as she asked, "Satoru?"
Satoru is surprised that she said his name so casually and more cheerfully this time, like the conversation was the most important part of what happened in their New Year's celebration that even he felt a little flushed. He slowly turned to look over his shoulder and saw how she spoke through reddened cheeks, "Hatsumode?"
The first visit to a temple or sanctuary of the year, often done by family members or close friends and even significant others to ask the gods for their blessing in the days to come.
Satoru laughed loudly then gave her a stern nod. He went to her side and offered her his hand, "Hatsumode," he said.
They prayed once more at the temple, this time around Satoru's was kept short because, looking at her, he knew exactly what he wanted.
When they finished their prayers, Sachiko was brought to a halt by Satoru's intrusion of her footing. He took her hand and placed the pink and red omamori with a golden fox embroidered on it. Her eyes remained locked on the beautiful trinket and with the way it was fashioned, she knew exactly what it signified that she couldn't help but give him a sweet and thoughtful look, "Thank you, Satoru," she brought it close to her chest and smiled, "I'll keep this safe,"
Satoru couldn't believe that the small talisman meant to symbolize romantic hope and express desire was openly being accepted by her. His heart raced instantly, and he felt the burn lick his skin the more he looked at her face.
She was accepting his feelings even if she didn't intentionally do so to proclaim that she liked him too.
In light of the situation, Satoru didn't ask her directly and instead settled on the hope that she had given him.
Before they left, he watched as Sachiko took out an old omamori and burned it with her fox fire.
"I don't need this anymore," she proclaimed, extinguishing the charm with the words tomodachi (friend) that confirmed her loneliness she had lived with for so long.
He couldn't help but snort at her then gently pat her head in understanding. For many years, he used to buy those for himself because he also felt extremely isolated.
They exchanged looks as they continued their tread and Satoru felt even more at ease as they left the festivities than at the time, they first welcomed the New Year.
She looped her new talisman on her obi and Satoru felt like the real winner of the game was actually standing beside her.
As he basked in his silent glory, all seriousness went out of the window when both of their stomachs grumbled.
Sachiko laughed, "You can join us for some Osechi,"
A New Year's meal, meant to be shared to wish each other a fruitful and fulfilled new year, filled with nothing but joy and laughter. A simple representation of hope and possibilities that she was inviting him to share.
Satoru rubbed his hands together excitedly, "Will there be Kagami Mochi?"
The rice cake that consisted of two round mochi piled on top of the other was referred to as mirrors because they represented duality of the following year similar to the principle of the yin and yang. The famous dessert was said to bring goodluck to those who ate it.
"Of course, dummy, but we can't eat it yet, remember?"
The custom of eating the special rice cake during the end of January didn't sit well with the sweet tooth.
"Heeehhhh but I'm more of a Buddhist than a Shinto believer!"
Sachi giggled adorably, "You and I both," she sighed, "Anyway, there will be other mochi there,"
Satoru hurriedly went to wrap his arms around her but was quick to withdraw his flinging arms at the recollection of the kiss. It still gave him a sharp pang in the chest but a part of him felt like what happened wasn't at all what it seemed. His right hand hovered over her crown and went on to soothe the back of her head once making her blush into a bright crimson that she couldn't help but briskly walk away from him to hide her face.
He ran after her happily, "Thank you! I've never had a real osechi before! I'm excited!"
The wind came to brush a few petals that landed on her hair and her face making Satoru lean down to remove them. At that distance her eyes shut in anticipation but the red on her face only harshened making him grin as she closed her eyes. She turned around quickly and wiped her own face, "L-let's go Satoru,"
"Right behind you Sachiko," he jested.
She's more comfortable with me.
Besides, I'm the one who stayed.
She looked over her shoulder and raised her index finger to stress a point, "Remember, you can't leave until you finish everything on your jubako!"
He looked at her with much contentment now, "No problem at all. Besides, I don't plan on letting you go too soon,"
Present day
Suguru had spent the morning strolling around the camellia garden after his long mission. It was a place of his recluse and one where he wouldn't be disturbed by matters of his group. He paused to observe the prettiest of the flowers and allowed his hand to trace over the petals, taking in the sweetness of its smell and the freshness of its dew that reminded him of his time one Winter in Kyoto.
The twins had come to fetch him soon after and without speaking, he picked two of the most beautiful of the batch and placed them on their hair before making his leave.
He retreated to his quarters and settled to take a bath to soothe his tired body and as soon as he was alone, the smile on his face disappeared.
Suguru removed the tie on his hair, his lock black locks fell on his shoulders, still filled with luster even if the tired eyes of lilac didn't seem to have much left. His fingers traced his lips, remembering both times he had stolen from his precious muse who was a little too forgiving to him and yet he still felt grateful.
Looking at his reflection, he still saw the boy who was innocent and spearheaded than he was now. There were days when he wished he could remain in the dreams that animate his memories and that he had the ability to alter reality even if were just the past.
"If only I were a little braver then, maybe I would've won," he told himself despairingly.
He removed his garb and took another long look at himself in the mirrors. His fingers traced the outline the insignia of the kanji he made Saijo imprint on him, part of its wording spelled out the word happiness that floated above the silhouette of a fox that no one knew about or could see.
A secret of him holding on to a fragment of his old self.
He couldn't deny how great it felt to be reminded of how she once made his heart beat incredibly fast and how easy it was for her words to steady them as well.
He dipped himself in his bathwater and felt the warmth of it cover his whole form. Again, he saw his reflection. With him stripped off his clothing, he had the chance to actually recognize the person who looked back at him.
He remembered that snowy day but most of all, he remembered the way she looked at him with such fondness and trust that he wished he could stay behind and continue walking beside her.
Suguru submerged himself under the water to relieve himself of such angst and he couldn't wait to settle in his quarters and drop freely on his bed and dream.
Dream of the time where he had once won.
Dream of a time when his feelings were reciprocated to some extent.
Dream of the time where only he was able to make her happy.
Until that next time, he would retreat in slumber, just so he could see her again.
"Thank you Suguru," he heard her voice clear as day.
Then he drifted and feared that once he opened his eyes again, he would never see her again.
In that waking moment however, he heard her once more, "Wont you ever come back?"
END OF CHAPTER
Next: Cursed Children
Author's Note: OMG! It's 2022 and I haven't seen Volume 0 movie yet, I cry.
Anyway, I really do hope you guys enjoyed reading! It was really fun to explore Suguru's emotions but honestly also left me a little too emotional.
I really want to thank everyone who joined me in my writing journey, I hope that we all continue to support each other too.
The next chapter will officially commence the Volume 0 manga/movie story line, so yes, we're gonna do another set of time skips as well as meet the kiddos soon!
I hope everyone is safe and healthy in these trying times. I for one will have a bit of a change in my schedule but rest assured I will finish the story and move on to the sequel too.
Special thank you to my good friend for his prompt and his wonderful art. He worked so hard on it and went all out and I could never repay him for his kindness. He did such an amazing job and I got so inspired I made it into a whole chapter. Please do send Saya some love as well!
Thank you again and Happy New Year!
~Miu
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