#mukamikuron

[theshiningidols-koukuron]

"𝑨𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓, 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔱 𝒐𝒇 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔰 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅.

𝑻𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆—𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆, 𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒚 𝒘𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒃𝒐𝒏?”

—ℋ𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓎 ℬ𝒾𝓇𝓉𝒽𝒹𝒶𝓎 ℳ𝓊𝓀𝒶𝓂𝒾 𝒦𝓊𝓇ℴ𝓃🎂 (²⁰/⁶)

[theshiningidols-koukuron]

Kazemi had only recently moved into the Mukami household under Karlheinz's orders, in order to help the Mukami in their mission. She mostly kept to herself though. She would often have Ruki scolding her for not keeping her room clean and she would spend a lot of time on Yuma's garden, learning from him as much as she could.

Then there was Kuron. She couldn't make her mind on what to think of him. She mostly just kept her distance, acknowledging his presence here and there. At least he kept Kou away from her, which she always appreciated, since the blonde vampire would always annoy her with his idol talk.

Today, after helping in the garden, she came to the living room, to rest. For once, she reminded herself not to enter the house before removing the dirt from herself. She notices Kuron's presence in the room and sits on the couch across from him. She didn't dislike him, of course. It was just an old habit. Avoiding anyone and everyone. Don't let them see what she is. Don't ever let anyone in.

She sighs. Part of her wants to go straight to the pool room and lose herself in the water. The other part wins, however, since she is too tired to move and decided to stay on the couch a little longer with her eyes closed. Her regular white dress, already marked by the years, stained with fruits and dirt.

@mermaid--bride

sᵖᵉᵃᵏᵉʳ ★ 「クロン」⁣⁣⁣

꧁𝓢𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝔂𝓸𝓾….⁣⁣

“...You know, if one wouldn't have known—”

[Starting in the silence, he slapped the book in his hands shut in a sudden movement, though with his gaze still remained looking down, head unlifted in the previous posture.]

“They would've thought you came from the dumpster or something—or that you're one with the beggars on the street— Some would even have already mistaken you as a wandering ghost belonging of the stray—”

“—To be dressed like this and show up in this clean house so shamelessly— no offense to your hygiene considering you do not smell and all, but...a lady like you, have some dignity for our sake if not for you, can you? If it isn't for Ruki that had made an effort to turn that piece of table cloth on you less yellowish in shade than it was, you would have...looked way worse, than you are now.”

[Lifting his gaze finally, those dilated eyes that seems to be filled with so much life yet seem to be emitting such a tedious air within them as his face slowly scrunched to a scowl, as though the mere sight of her happen to displease him more than her mere scent of presence alone...He would've hated it, if she did sat in a distance even more closer to where he is now]

“...You just came from the garden, did you?—Had you have any shoes on? You better not step foot in the house if you did walked bare on your foot out there, stained with dirt and grimes—”

“—Hurry up and go take a shower! Can't you at least rid those visible stains of fruits and dirt from your damn—night gown or something—Geez, you're disgusting! Your gross presence alone is so irritating to be around with—Get out of my sight at once—and don't even dare show up at the dinner table until you're squeaky clean—Geez!”

[With that, he flung the book gripped in his hand straight forth without a warning towards the female, regardless it hit her or not—probably not as he'd purposely controlled his force so that the book happened to just flew past her head and land a few feet away on the floor with a loud 'thud']

“...Pick that up and hand it back over to me—”

“—Now.”