A fireball slowly conjured up from the tip of Leaksâ fingers, directed at the kitten sitting on the floor. The life of this little, fragile creature, was completely at Leaksâ mercy. Just a finger flick, if he so wished, and this pitiful being would dissipate into thin air. All his traces of existence would be wiped off this world, not that he had anyone left to remember, just likeâŚ
Feeling a slight tug at his cape, Leaks snapped from his deep thought and glanced down. The magician didnât notice that infant had crawled to his feet, completely ignorant of his ill fate that was about to be brought upon. To his astonishment, Leaks knelt down, as if his body was acting on its own accord, responding to the silent call below.
Leaks suddenly felt a light warmth spreading on his cold cheeks.  His body flinched from the sudden impact before he realized the source of this uncalled touch was Konoeâs tiny palms.
Clumsy, frail limbs that could hardly support himself, yet Konoeâs hands were planted firmly on Leaksâ face â the face that one second ago was writhing in malice towards him. The soft palms were gentle, but determined, as if he gathered all his childlike strength for that very moment.
And Konoe looked straight into Leaksâ eyes.
From the strands of ash blond hair to the identical curves of their lips, this baby face in front of Leaks was, undoubtedly, mirroring his own. And yet Leaks wondered why those eyes, full of innocent concern, didnât really resemble his. They were unclouded by hatred, glinting like sunstones under the Moon of Light.
Those eyes, so pure and beautiful, could only belong to one cat.
The eyes that Leaks once thought he wouldnât mind looking into till the end of time.
 Just a little while, he told himself, just this one moment. Leaks peeled his eyes away from Konoeâs gaze, and carefully buried his head into the tiny shoulder, indulging in this nostalgic, familiar warmth that was both so close and so far away.
Home, for the very last time.
