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AU } Triple ends up picking up the father roll for Kaida, being her guardian ever since Tsubaki died.

Drabble | Kaida and Triple | Angst Warning 

Fighting For You

            Was a heartbeat supposed to run so fast? He could feel every beat as his feet pattered against the ground, his hair drenched as his blade swung upward. Blood dripped down the metal, his blue hues not even taking notice as he continued to rush himself, no mater the wounds that were trying to bring him down. Worry and a fatherly instinct that had slowly begun to develop over the years finally had caught up to him, making him go wild as fear drove him farther.           

            They stole what he was to protect with his life and he wasn’t going to let them hurt her anymore.

            Rain pattering against the blood soaked cement, he found himself slipping through the gates, his blade being tapped with arrows before he found cover. Not staying there long, he jolted into the gates, fingers quivering as he knew the direct path to go.

  Would he be too late?

            Tears had begun to roll down his cheeks, eyes growing irritated by the dissolving emotion that was sweeping him over. Seconds passed as his feet slammed against palace floors, cape being the only thing that kept his true clothing from becoming soaked by the harsh rains. 

            Finally ending those who were in his way, he found himself at the doors that he wished he never had to enter again. The broken screaming, familiar and heart breaking to him, compelled him forward as his buster sword still lay rest in his hands. 

Close your eyes, sweet child of mine This is a mere nightmare, a bad time… When you wake, all will be right… When you wake, you will be just fine.

            “Kaida!” His own voice strained from emotion, he came closer to where he could hear the cries, his blue hues almost a light within the darkness as he swung the blade at the first person to had touched her in his eyesight.           

            Innocent eyes of forest green carried so much hurt within, the black hair that began to dye itself red was scattered in knots as she lay on an examination table. Right then and there, the man let loose of his controls and set blood dripping down the drains of the dark dungeon floor. 

            Their cry was his melody, his blue hues losing the look of being human before he heard something else… A wail that only spoke of the fear of a child who knew nothing of what was going on.  He glanced back, blinking as he saw her struggle against the chains and holds. He watched and her glance slipped upward, her face splotched with red marks out of fear, eyes wide, puffy and full of tears because of what was around her. 

            That’s when he snapped back into place, placing his sword down, close, and began to work on her imprisonment. “Just a little longer, okay sweetheart? Until then, close your eyes for me.”           

            The last of the holds breaking with words of magic, he pulled his cloak off his back. Enfolding her into the warmth, holding her securely to his chest, he picked up his blade and pressed a gentle kiss against her forehead. 

            “Papa…”

            He let out a small ‘shh’ and looked down to her with a smile, closing his eyes for a moment for her to mock. Opening them slowly, he only strengthened his grip, pressing her face towards his chest so she wouldn’t have to see what was to come.

            Even if he wasn’t able to make it out of this so called castle alive, she would have to. Not telling her such things though, he pushed himself forward once more. The soft whines of the child he cared for so much making him only move faster, ignoring every sign of human beings. Getting towards the gates, he could hear the shouts, the screams of how to shut the only way out before he could reach it but, he continued to rush forward.

            “Hold on tight, sweetheart, papa’s going to fly.” Words being soft, he could feel the aching pain of his one wing begin to wrench at his back. Gritting his teeth, rain drops slipped down his cheeks and with the thunder, a black wing shot from his shoulder blade, giving him access to the only place they’d be free: the sky.

            With his feet tapping on the wooden gate as it was lifted upward, he leaped for the opening, thrusting his wing downward. Lightning flashed in front of him, his eyes glowing a moment more before they were free. Archers could do as they please, sending their arrows into the sky to hit him but they were blocked magically. Confusion drifted onto his face as he continued to work on flying, eyes slipping down to the child.

            Her green eyes were covered in a soft glow, hands held together as her head rested against his chest. He kept his smile as he realized what she was pulling, kissing her cheek and landing in the forest soon after. “You don’t have to worry, you’re safe now, Kaida…”

            She managed a smile then, eyes falling shut soon after as she slowly began to drift off to slumber. As he watched her fall away to a land of rest, tears began to fall from his eyes again, grin twitch and dripping into a frown as he still pushed himself towards home.

            “Papa… I’m sorry…”

            He hesitated at those words, his hand flinching as it reached for the doorknob. “It’s not your fault… None of this was ever your fault…” Words mumbled, he brought himself, and her, inside to where he lay he took her to his room. Slowly resting himself against the mattress, he still held her, hands protectively over her figure as his eyes slowly began to close themselves. “Good night, my little dragoness.” 

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Don't chase the rabbit

Send me "Don't chase the rabbit" and your muse will be shown a random memory from my muse's past.

"So you want to hear a story, elder?" 

        With a wind blowing harshly, the nine year old tripped in the snow, falling face-first into the white fluff of winter. Whimpering, her small trench coat began to soak up the cold, preventing her to get herself to warm. Figure beginning to tremble from the loss of heat, the little demon girl found herself being buried in the winter’s precipitation. Green eyes beginning to close, her mind ready to put her in hibernation like state to make sure her life would be prolonged, she could hear men in the distance.

                “Oi! How much longer are we gonna’ wait out ‘ere for some game? They ain’t comin’!” It was a younger voice and, even as the girl was feeling her conscious slipping away, she could hear his horse’s nickers. The strange sound of hoof meeting snow though began to come closer, the huffs of a steed bringing a fog like cloud into the air as a man dismounted. “Minoru—come on!”

                “Jus’ give me a sec Takeo, Shou . .. I think Shou found somethin’.”

                “Oh not this ‘gain.”

                Quivering in fear as the footsteps came close, she felt something shift through the snow on top of her and pick her up. Hanging for a moment in her small coat, she found herself staring eye-to-eye with a man with the same shade of hair and iris color. Yelping and beginning to wiggle out of her subconscious state, she found herself placed on the ground and with a heavier jacket around her shoulders.

                “Minor—Holy shit.”

                “Takeo, get a head start and tell the folks we’re going to need a warm bath and our doc up and ready.”

                Those small, green eyes that were narrowed because of the cold shifted to the man who bore a grey-like hair color. The sudden gaze made the man shift, his horse backing up and becoming a speck in the distance.

                A hand went through her hair, a hat coming on it next as the older man who had pulled her out from her snowy coffin smiled. “Are you alright lil’ miss? Why don’t I brin’ ya’ home to the village to get you all warmed up?”

                Forgetting all the things that she had told herself not to do (mostly, not to go into a village), she nodded and smiled weakly, clinging to the man before he hopped up onto his black stallion—Shou. Pulling her up into his lap, his bare arms still seemed oddly warm, his body crouching over hers to give her warmth as he sped off towards the village and away from the forest.

                “M-Mister?”

                “What is it, lil’ miss?”

                “Thank-you.”

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Drabble || Lost and Found  → 1176 Words → Family . . .

Authors note : I kind of challenged myself -- No direct dialogue and no mentioning of names. I just hoped that I detailed enough to where everyone understands which character is who. 

Every breath is taken and exhaled without a thought, every little moment that the fingers make are all executed by some large nerve system in the body. Fear though . . . It felt off. It was deep in the throat of the teenager, only allowing her to squeak. There was no more ability to scream or yell, she was left all alone with her back against the cave wall, facing a being that wasn’t even real. Coughing, she could taste a few specks of blood come to her tongue – her throat was utterly dry and let alone, she was basically skin and bones again.

The scaled beast of illusions stalked close on its two hind paws, opening its wings wide only for her to scrunch down into the wall. Make it stop, make it stop. . . She repeated over and over again in that little head of hers, hoping that it’d listen for some reason. A breath of chilled feeling and stunk of death brushed against her cheek, freeing tears that were dwindling in numbers from her cheek. Not doing anything but hiccupping on air, the beast opened its jaws but didn’t snap them on her head. . .

It vanished.

Causing confusion, causing panic, the crimson eyed girl looked back and forth from the wall to where the wyvern had been only to see a boy who held a small pendant of odd design in his hands. His outfit, or rather uniform had come odd to her eyes. It wasn’t anything like the era’s clothing and yet, it had hints of it. Green eyes looked down to her as a hand was put out to help her up; brown hair dashed over his forehead as he just let out a small, hopeful smile and pressed the pendant into her hand. Knowing she couldn’t speak against anything, he had swooped a bit closer, mumbling soft words into her ear before feeling the demon pass out and land into his arms.

Simple movements led to her being carried in his arms, the pendant resting on her chest, giving out a small blue glow in a pulsing pattern. He kept his smile, walking out of the cavern and looking around to have a golden furred wolf at his side. Words escaped him as a soft order and the wolf-like beast jolted forward and back into the forest. Keeping his eyes forward though, the teen-looking male just continued to walk, knowing exactly where he was going even though he hadn’t been on this surface for much longer than a few hours at a time.

A sign that read “Jiyu Village” hung over his head as he gazed to the buildings, a little wiggle in the girl’s movements made him look downward and then around only to hear worried voices call out. An older man, black haired, green eyed – the boy recognized him as a brother of someone he knew well and handed the girl over with a softened frown. When questions came to where he had found her and what was wrong, he simply answered in finding her in the cave and that she needed the hands of someone she knew to help her through the darkness. It had raised a judging eyebrow but before the old man could even ask what the younger looking male’s name was, he had disappeared, leaving only a single blue feather behind.

Managing a weak laugh and a shake to the head, the old man carried the young black haired demon towards his own home instead of the inn. He placed her on the bed, covering her up with the thicker blankets and watched over her for a few minutes. A hand every once in a while would raise to check the temperature of her forehead only to find it a bit warmer than normal. He sighed, took one last glance at her and then walked away to go and get medicine ready. The slight movements of the teen had echoed through the house, making him work just a bit faster to chop and crush up the dragonic herbs into the simple sandwiches that he prepared for her.

Seeing those eyes open, he quickly walked over to her bedside, helped her up and then sat the plate on her lap. The weakened look on her face made him only worry more, wondering how she even got to this point once again. She nibbled the smaller half of the sandwich, gulping down hard and giving a defined whine that was silenced with the soft motion of a hand rubbing up and down her back. Seeing an offset smile on her face, he hugged her and pulled her into his lap. She closed her eyes again, resting her head on the man’s shoulder, breathing in a labored fashion as the new pendant hung around her neck, unnoticed.

Running a hand through her hair, the man pressed a kiss to the side of her head and held her tightly. Soft lyrics escaped his lips, the little demon finding herself clinging to the elder as the melody progressed. Keeping a hand rubbing in circular motions, the man hummed the last few notes before setting her down again. Kissing her forehead, feeling that the fever had gone down but still incasing her with thick blankets, he pulled away. A tap to the nose and a chuckle from the old man only was retorted with a stubborn puffed up cheeks and a turned away head. She found sleep again, a more peaceful sleep than the last and in the morning, the man was right at her side again with that usual “keep cool” look.

Worry was filling his being, seeing as the girl had still showed a hint of fear about nothing that he could see. The fact that when she tried to speak and nothing came out didn’t allow him any calmness either. He finally had managed to see her get strong enough again to walk on her own, though she was clinging to his being like a child – was there something around that he couldn’t see? No matter the case, she stayed with him, not leaving his side considering it was a comfort to have the older man tower over her with warm arms wrapped around her.

Maybe this was some sort of sign from his brother or . . . The old man shook his head and placed her on the bed again. Checking her throat, he just sighed and pulled away for a moment to think. It wasn’t anything too bad – she would be able to talk again but he didn’t know when. She had strained her vocal cords and he could guess how with every action she’s been making. With rubbing her hair though, he kept a gentle smile on his face and flicked her forehead. He’d wait till later to ask her what was happening but for now. . . He wasn’t going to play the old bar tender – he was going to play his part as a true family member. 

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[Drabble Challenge 17/30] Haitien: Look

[shitty drabble, bleh.]

He gazed in the lake, a look of pride on his face. He had done it right this time. Turning into a human on land had been harder than he thought it was. Violet eyes admired his flawless face as one hand moved the thin layered black bangs in his face. He frowned at his skin color though, dark like coffee, but he guessed he couldn’t really complain since he was a black Kelpie.

Sighing he stood up to test his human legs and walked around the edge of the river a few times, getting used to being on two hind legs. He nodded before gazing at his reflection again. Now that he was used to it the Kelpie couldn’t help but think that he was beautiful indeed. This would make for easy prey whenever he grew hungry and so long as he stayed close to the river he didn’t have to worry about poisoning if he accidently ate liver. He jumped back when his brother, a light brown Kelpie, popped up from the river. He easily slid between forms and was smirking widely.

“Enjoyin’ yerself there Haitien?” He snickered, splashing water in his direction.

The other easily moved away and stuck up his nose, he disliked his family so. This was one of the many reasons why he had practiced so much with his human form, to get away from them. At least he knew that he didn’t have ugly features like freckles of big noses.

The other laughed at him, swimming back into the river, “Big headed pig! Wait until ya see were that gits ya!”

Haitien made a scoffing noise, rolling his eyes in an almost dramatic matter. Stupid family. They could never understand taking pride in the way you looked or spoke. They were plain embarrassing to be around. One day he would prove to them that he was right because he would have the humans under control from the shadows with fear, picking only the most beautiful as his bride in the end. He would prove to them that his goals did make sense.

He glanced back at the reflective water and turned away, he would admire himself later. For now, it was time to feed.

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[Drabble Challenge 16/30] Autumn: Thanks

His grip on her wrist was firm, not in a rough forceful way, just there trying to inch up to her half open hand. She almost couldn’t believe how much of a smooth kisser he was being right now; did he have experience he wasn’t telling her about? She didn’t dwell on the thought for too long as she drew him in, silently telling him that it was okay to go farther. That she was ready for him despite the fact that she could get arrested for it because he was about six years younger than her and under eighteen.

She could imagine it now. The police would be accusing her of rape of a minor. They would tell her that she should’ve acted like the responsible twenty two year old she was and said no to him the moment he had asked her out five months ago. If not then, then at this time when she was about to have sex with him; that’s what a responsible adult does.

Well, nobody ever said she was responsible now did they? If they did then she considered them idiots. There were hardly any moments when it came to relationships that she was responsible. For one thing she always dated older men; Kyl was the first one who was younger than her. For another thing, she never did graduate high school; she had gotten a GED instead. Maybe that’s why she was so tough on him to get good grades…even if she did have to bribe him with make outs or, in this case, sex.

He smirked when a moan of pleasure escaped her mouth; this kid was really good for his age. Did he learn this from someone in the gang? If so she certainly didn’t mind either way.

She smiled and looped her fingers in his belt loop to pull him closer, seeing that his light blue eyes wanted more of her. She kissed him teasingly, leaving more dark red lipstick on his mouth. He seemed to lose it a little at that moment.

He pinned her to the wall and slid her shirt up and over her head, one hand moving down her lower back and the other attempting to take her bra off. She did the same, momentarily interrupting his motions when she hastily took of his jacket and shirt. She grabbed his ass and arched her back so that they were grinding hips. She pushed his baggy pants down just as he unhooked her bra.

“Kyl…” She breathed, feeling his hands ravish her body and his mouth nip her neck erotically.

He chuckled lowly, pushing her up a little as she wrapped one leg around his waist loosely. She felt him push against her impatiently before finally giving in and removing the belt that blocked his access.

Somehow or another they both ended up on the bed. Kyl and her both embraced, lust completely taking over their bodies as he entered her. She scratched at his back, moaning in bliss with him. Their bodies seemed to move like those couples in romantic movies; in synch with the other knowing how their partner wanted it.

She didn’t care how cheesy it was to think that thought; right now she only cared about the sex and the man that she was allowing to take her tonight. Not the boy, not the gang banger; the man.

After it was done she hugged him tightly, seeing that blue eyes looked a bit nervous under that cool expression she loved. He moved so that his arm was lazily laying over her body and the other removing one of her hands to hold it. He kissed it softly, murmuring something that resembled “I love you.”

She smiled and kissed him once more, sliding away from him with a wink to take a shower. She let the hot water fall on her body, she still felt very aroused from the sex that she had just moments ago, but if she went for another round then he wouldn’t want to go to school the next day.

She smiled to herself, running a hand through her think hair. Guess it was time to bribe him again. After thanking him for the amazing night though.

She frowned, thinking about that thought a bit more she realized that she sounded like a whore. She did want to thank him though, or whoever taught him those things at least. She sighed and finished up the shower. She would have to think more about it later, at the moment she had to get back before he started to worry that he did something wrong.

Next time she would have to remind him to wear a condom, it would be a problem if she got pregnant at this point.

He was sleeping when she returned; dark circles showing that he had been staying up for a long time now. She smiled and ran a hand through his hair, careful not to wake him.

“Good night, love.” She whispered before sliding into the bed with him, even asleep he put his arm around her protectively. She smiled again, eyes closing.

Thank you for thinking about me. She thought before drifting off into sleep. She knew that he did so many things for her, always wanting her happy despite the urge to be selfish. That much she could say she appreciated. 

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[Drabble Challenge 15/30] Failed Experiments: Order

Human experimentation is a horrible thing no matter where you live, that's why we test on animals. However, even then accurate results can't be promised, so a team of doctors hire people from the "underworld" to help them. They kidnap pregnant women that they know nobody would miss or notice missing; one could say they breed subjects for testing medicines and new procedures. One day a young doctor got ambitious and proposed that they should inject the young women with animal blood, a certain number would receive a mixture of Lion, Tiger, Komodo Dragon, and many other predator bloods. They others would get blood that belonged to prey animals such as deer. The others were disgusted and the proposal was dismissed, but that didn't stop the young doctor. He made a deal with the head of the operation about what was going on and four were taken into a secret place. Half of them were given the predator blood and the other half were given the prey blood. It was risky and as carefully guarded. When the infants were born the injections continued. One of the "prey" infants died after a year and a "predator" infant became ill. The experiment was stopped when a five year old "predator" went berserk and attacked the other sickly "predator" and nearly killed him. "He was weak, the weak should die." Was all the child had said, his feral eyes calm as he spoke. The experiment was a success. The prey child was docile and made sure to avoid the two predator children. They didn't know what to do with them now, they docile one was given to the foster care system because he could be raised to have a normal life. The other two had no chance, even though one was sickly he still displayed signs much like the other child. Calm, cool, and feral. The young doctor was ashamed that he had actually done something like this and told the head man to kill them. The two children weren't going down easily. They escaped. The stronger one abandoned the sickly one soon after their escape.

But the death sentence still looms over their heads, the orders still unfulfilled. They lived quietly under the bustle of the city, hoping that they would be merely dismissed as homeless thugs. It worked for a long while, but eventually the strong predator grew tired of caring for the sickly child and ratted him out through connections.

He felt accomplished at what he had done. He felt no remorse or anything of the sort because it was merely survival of the fittest right? And in that game, he was the one who gave the orders. Not the sickly one. 

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[Drabble Challenge 14/30] A Doll's Perspective: Wind

The wind was fierce outside and it caused the tree’s branch to hit the window at various increments. Was it dark outside? And if it was dark was it because of a storm or because it was nighttime? The nightlight wasn’t on yet so it was more than likely a storm that was brewing.

Feet climbed up the stairs with giggles and laughter following them. The door opened widely and a child came up to the window, exclaiming excitedly about a chance of snow in the morning. That helped with setting the season in winter, probably mid November if it was the first snowfall of the year. Soon she feared that she would be replaced with something else after Christmas time had come and go. For now the child jumped up and down and grabbed a light grey pea coat to wear over her little pink dress, she saw that today the mother had done up the curly blond locks with white ribbons.

The child grabbed her friends hand and they went downstairs to go outside. She felt sad that the girl hadn’t bothered to even glance at her. But these days she had grown used to such an occurrence. She could feel that her brown hair was losing its luster and curls and that her blue and white checkered dress was becoming stained. She also knew that her straw sunhat had gone missing long ago thanks to the wind. She remembered that day well.

The child had brought her outside; it was warm and sunny with hardly any wind for the most part. The child was playing the pretend game again and on that occasion it had been a tea party. She was the only one there that looked anything like the child. The other guests had been a bear, a dog, and a cat. She remembered that the child was talking and serving tea once again when a big gust of wind came and knocked them over. She remembered seeing her hat being taken away before the child picked her up. Since that day she remembered disliking the wind. The wind had taken something away and she feared that one day the child would be lost if the wind was strong enough.

She feared so many things but yet she was a doll. How was she able to fear these things when she couldn’t move or speak? She heard the wind roar again, the tree outside creaking. She knew that it was a string thunderstorm and not a predicting snowstorm. She wished that the child and her friend would come back. Come back and play with her and the other toys in the safety of the house. She will it so hard because she feared the tree would snap at any moment.

It happened. She heard the snap moments later followed by a scream and a crash.

The wind did it again. Took away something the doll loved.

Wind. Always the wind.

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[Drabble Challenge 12/30] Alexa: Denial

[Yes, I know this is a day late but a lot of stuff happened yesterday and I had literally no time. So I'm doing this prompt and the other prompt "Wind" which will be posted later today hopefully. So yeah, enjoy the quick derpy drabble for Denial! :D]

She hugged the young boy close; hushing him and saying that it would be alright, that she would be there to protect him from the nightmares that scared him. Emerald eyes slowly cleared up, looking up at her with a small smile on his tanned face. Seeing him like this made her realize that she didn’t care that he wasn’t her brother and she didn’t care that the letter said she was. He was left in her care when he was barely five months old and she’d taken care of him since then like he was family.

She picked him up and went over to the bed to lie down, she asked him what his dream was so she could make it go away. A lie, there was no way she could have control over that. But she’d heard from the Duchess of Woodwater that it gave the children comfort and that was the key to making them feel more at ease. She wondered how mothers did it sometimes. Caring for a child that is.

He told her that he remembered being surrounded by shadows, that they were teasing him and putting him down. They were saying that she wasn’t his sister. He was telling her that it couldn’t have been true because of the way she cared for him.

She narrowed her eyes and hugged him close, she was lying to him as she whispered that she was his big sister and it hurt in a way. But he was young and he needed to know that someone was there for him.

“You’ll be alright, nobody can hurt you.” She told him gently, feeling him nod in response.

She was his sister. She refused to admit otherwise, even to herself in a way. She sang to him softly next, helping him go to sleep. When he was breathing deeply she hugged him again. The year was 1795 and she knew that this wasn’t a safe year for anyone different like herself. Those Hunters were more persistent than ever and they were both in danger, it didn’t matter to them that they were only trying to live their normal lives either. They only knew how to kill anything they couldn’t understand.

But how could she admit that? How could she admit that they were in constant danger, much less admit that she wasn’t related to the young boy. It hurt, hurt so much.

But all she could do was deny and deny all of those troubles.