Usagi couldn't keep herself from laughing hysterically after everyone had left. Mamoru gave her a wry smile and said, "thanks for waiting to show your amusement at my reaction."
She struggled to control herself, and once she was able to, she wiped a tear from her eye. "That was so funny watching you! You were so jealous, and seeing you hold it in was hilarious. Your left eye was twitching!"
He chuckled lightly. "I'm glad I amuse you. I didn't use to struggle at controlling myself."
Usagi shrugged and asked, "are you unhappy?"
"No, not at all!"
"Then just assimilate the new, happy, well sexed you. I get it's different. Is that a problem?"
Mamoru cocked his head and he shook it decisively. "No. You're right. I am so much happier now."
She gave him a flirty smile and whispered, "speaking of now. Why would you hold back now that we're alone?"
Desire burned in his eyes now as he took what looked like predatory steps toward her. "I do know you're mine. Yet, I have the desire to stake my claim on you anyway." He grabbed her and pressed her body to his. "I want to penetrate you. I want to use my teeth as well as my cock."
She gave him a seductive look. "I want you to take out your jealousy on my body and claim me."
He instantly had her back pressed against the wall with his thigh pressing against her core. He got in her face and said, "I will have you screaming with pleasure. Mine."
Mamoru then bit her neck and sucked her blood. He moaned from pleasure as her sweet blood slipped down his throat. His lip twitched in amusement as he felt her begin to rub herself against his leg. He could smell her arousal.
He licked the blood off the instantly healed spot he had bitten. "I used to have so much control… I don't want it anymore. Now with us being like this."
She cocked her head and rubbed hard against his thigh between her legs. "It took you dying to let go and really live."
He considered that and nodded. "True. I was so focused on how I changed. But you're right. I like this life so much better." He then grabbed her breasts. "And now to drive my perfect lover wild…."
Rubeus sneered at his reflection in his bathroom mirror. The one that framed his enormous marble sink. Meanwhile, the tub was in the process of filling with hot soapy water. As he stripped off his clothes for the day he thought of the beautiful woman with Sapphire.
She had almost taken his breath away.
The moment that Sapphire didn't deny their engagement had shaken his whole world. He pulled out the easy accusation of their engagement, and it sadly wasn't denied.
He knew he had a thing for redheads. Still, he was sure she was better than any other redhead he has ever laid eyes on.
He took a deep breath and sighed in frustration.
A long time ago, when Mamoru was two days away from turning eight (in this story, they died on his eighth birthday):
She brought her trembling hand to her mouth in shock. "Please tell me…" tears slipped down her face, "it can't be true." She looked at the elderly oracle with pleading eyes.
The kindly-looking woman that she had known her whole life reached out and gently took the hand that wasn't pressed to Chiba Aiko's mouth in shock. "Your name means love and affection. But more than that, I can feel your love for your son. I know this breaks your heart. I'm truly sorry."
Aiko trembled. "Will my husband even understand? He had no clue as to all of the supernatural before he met me. This is our son."
"And did he shrink from the truth? Did it cause him a moment's pause?" The oracle knew the answer when she asked the question.
She had heard of him shortly after Aiko had started dating him. Chiba Kou had been a bright and highly confident man. That had made her nervous originally. After all, men like that usually assumed they knew everything. That, and she didn't know if he could handle a strong-willed woman.
The oracle had been pleasantly surprised.
By the time she met him, Kou had already learned of Aiko's abilities. Those had spilled out accidentally when he kissed her for the first time. She had blushed profusely when the kiss ended, and flowers had grown up around their feet in the grass where they were standing.
Aiko had nervously explained to him that she was a witch of a little power –but still a witch. She then made a red rose grow by his feet.
She then stepped back, bowed slightly, and turned to walk away. Her hands were shaking with nerves. She had tears in her eyes as she fled before she could hear his coming rejection.
Instead, he grabbed her arm gently and begged her to just look at him. When she turned, he had plucked and was holding the red rose she had grown. He removed each thorn, placed it behind her ear, and then kissed her –again.
That was the day before the Oracle met him.
He had wanted to know more about Aiko's life and her world. His intelligence and his deep love had actually translated into him wanting to learn everything about magic and the supernatural.
Kou had gotten comfortable enough with it all to call her Oracle-chan teasingly. She was much older than him but also very short. Normally that would show disrespect to an elder, but he had commented she always seemed like such a young and vibrant soul, despite her eighty years. She would then blush and playfully smack his arm. She never fussed over the nickname –she just blushed.
Aiko frowned. "He accepted it all. But that doesn't mean he will understand this! I even struggle with it all." Tears ran down her cheeks.
"Tell him Mamoru-chan will gain not only epic love but also incredible power."
"We don't care about power! We only want his happiness!"
The oracle smiled warmly, "not that kind of power. You informed Kou of his own distant werewolf ancestry?"
"Yes," Aiko answered, wondering where this was going. "You said his past is linked to an important pack, but his blood is too diluted for him to access any of that."
Smiling, the oracle said, seemingly as a non-sequitur, "you have heard of Usagi."
Aiko snorted. "Who among the supernatural hasn't?! You know I have."
"And what do you know about her?"
"That she's a force for justice and protection. She's incredibly old and connected. Not to even mention the prophecy. She's among the most amazing of any of us."
The oracle prodded, "and the prophecy. Which are you talking about? There are many of them regarding her."
"The one where she finds her bonded love, and they become queen and king of the vampires. She is bound for considerable greatness."
"You need to know her bonded love has been born. I have seen it," the oracle replied. Not waiting for Aiko to process what was said fully, she added, "your son, your precious Mamoru, is the blessed fated love of Usagi. And it's your fate I'm warning you about. The Grim Reaper is coming for you and your husband. Don't mistake me. You and Kou will die. I tell you all of this, so you know what your son will become. This is the comfort you and your husband will have as you die."
The Grim Reaper flipped through the pages of his death book, and he came to the deaths of Chiba Aiko and Chiba Kou. He frowned as he regarded the long entry.
He hated Oracles, and yet standing at the scene of the death was an elderly one holding a child covered in his parent's dark blood.
The memory from the pages of the book temporally slipped back into his head. The normal low tone of music accompanied it. He knew it would hurt again when they returned to the pages –like always. Shit, did he hate that vengeful witch that did this to him.
He had first turned away from the old hag and the child, focusing on the two recently dead. He scowled when he looked at the spirit of the woman. "Well, ain't this a damn treat?" He could feel a connection to the dead and could trace family lines that way. The woman standing before him was a descendant of the vengeful witch and her ripe peach of the long ago no longer virgin daughter. The daughter had gone on to marry eventually. He enjoyed it when any of that line horrid died young.
"What?" Aiko asked, confused.
"Nevermind. You're dead as a doornail. It doesn't matter now. Time to get you and your husband into the afterlife. Chop chop."
Kou stepped forward. "I don't get it. How did we die?"
The Grim Reaper frowned. The confusion of the newly dead had grown quite old to him. They usually got weepy with the whole proceeding. It was so annoying.
He looked around and spoke to the dead couple. He really looked and noticed the problem. "Dammit! I'm going to have to alter this. Fuck I hate it when the supernatural is involved." He then spun and looked at the oracle. "And why the hell are you here?!"
Sighing, she rolled her eyes, "your tantrum isn't needed. I'm here to help you hide the circumstances of their deaths. You're welcome." He didn't feel appreciative. She then indicated the now-sleeping child that she was holding. "And he will remember nothing. He won't be able to contradict any inconsistencies you create."
The Grim Reaper laughed. "Finally, a helpful oracle. That's a first." He was annoyed by her jab, but he ignored it for the help she offered.
He then surveyed the scene and took a deep breath. He was able to sense what happened around someone dying that way. He knew the particular scent of the werewolves that had been there. "A hit by Wiseman?" He commented lightly.
The oracle smiled, "yes. He's a damn fool, and his witch is an even greater fool. He wanted Kou dead, getting the 'dreaded' generation wrong. It's this boy that I hold here that is the reason for Wiseman's greatest fear. Not that he'll live to discover his mistake."
He turned his back on her and looked at the couple. "Well, you'll have both died in a car accident. How mundane, right?" He gave them a large smile. "I love a fake classic."
Kou ignored him and walked toward the sleeping Mamoru. He tried to pat his sleeping head, but his hand slipped right through him like the ghost he now was. Kou closed his eyes and said, "we love you so much. I wish you didn't have to forget that. I wish I could hold you one more time, too."
The Grim Reaper then let the memory get ripped out of his head, and he screamed in pain –again. He noticed there was an annotation next to that of the Oracle. He didn't need to look it up. He knew it meant she was dead now too. It gave the volume and page number for her death, after all.
As much as it sucked to experience the pain of removing the memory again, he smiled. Mamoru was becoming even more and more interesting to him.
He was curious how much Miran* Yeuri had known and never told him. Damn, he hated all Oracles.
*Last name on the fake death report for Mamoru's parents that Yamato found.