More Mifune x Asura, because for some reason I sort of developed a weird liking to this oddball rare pair. Now with surprise Angela.
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"Dont go too far Angela." He called ahead, eyes on the bobbing hat of the little witch, hand on the hilt of his katana. He could vividly remember the last time he'd been down this hallway, black and white hair soft against his cheek, feeling the rise and fall of someone else breathing next to him, the feel of a hand in his.
Mifune blinked and rolled his shoulders back, realizing that Angela had stopped in front of - oh no.
"Why are you all alone? Are you lonely?" The little witch asked, running into the room without waiting for the samurai to catch up. By the time he ran in after her, she was on the floor with none other than Asura, showing him her crude drawings of her and her guardian.
"He uses swords to beat up bad guys and he always protects me and sometimes he sings to me when I'm not feeling well! He's the best ever! Neh, do you wanna draw with me? Mifune doesn't like drawing. I think that's why he doesn't have a girlfriend." Asura folded back his scarves, glancing at the now flushed samurai before turning back to Angela, who was trying to hand the kishin a crayon. He accepted it with a confused look, simply holding it while the witch continued talking. Hiding his smile, Mifune walked over and sat down behind Angela, raising a questioning eyebrow at the other man.
While Angela chattered excitedly between them, they threw glances at each other, and odd hand gestures to attempt to convey either two emotions; amusement or embarrassment. Mifune supposed it was a good thing when his charge started to yawn and abandoned her crayons and paper to flop into his lap, fast asleep only minutes later, little hands gripping the hem of his shirt.
"...I can see why you care so much about her." Asura picked up the scattered papers, setting them into a neat and tidy pile, all of the little girl's crayons put back into the box and set on top of the stack. He smiled and pushed the stack out of the way before scooting over to sit beside Mifune. The samurai shifted and slid an arm around the kishin, the motion smooth and almost too gentle.
"She's more or less my entire world now." He didn't react as Asura rested his head on his shoulder, simply smiled and started humming softly, wondering just how he ended up here. In this room. With a kishin against his shoulder and his charge's drawings of herself, Mifune...and Asura.
This job was so great.
And it seemed his world just got one person bigger.
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This pairing is suddenly edging its way to the top ten and I both hate it and love it. I am officially in rare pair hell.