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Currently on gen 4 where Hikari & Yamato are grandparents and they're meeting their sons' babies (also featured are their children-in-laws)

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Oh this? Just thinking about how it's poetry, and it rhymes 💙

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Fic Title: And We created you in pairs Chapter Update: seeing red lights (Chapter 4) An extract : There was this one afternoon it was just Mama, the younger twins, and I were in the house. There was this stray kitten that came by a few times, and Mama would be the one to leave food for it.

"It kinda looks like you," Yozora would tease, and I'd scrunch up my nose. The only reason my sister said that was because the kitten had a weird mix of golden fur and a peculiar shade of brown. But by that logic, Yozora's hair colour and the fur of that kitten were like sisters too.

I didn't care much about the kitten. Yozora and Hoshiko would fawn over it, my twin played with it occasionally, and the younger girls just saw a walking teddy bear. We didn't have pets growing up, but Mama was very fond of this kitten. In general, she had a soft spot for cats.

With Mama being busy with the girls, I was outside on my own, and surely enough, that kitten came. It too had grown comfortable with us, nudging against Papa’s leg when he took out the trash, racing after us when we came home after school. I didn’t necessarily ‘hate’ it, but I didn’t find a reason to care for it as much as everyone else did. As soon as it saw me, it happily ran up to my side, expecting a bowl of food. I ignored that kitten.

By this point,it had started to make itself known with high-pitched meows, one that reached my mum who had been occupied with the twins indoors.

“The food for the kitty is in the cupboard,” Mama reminded me, thinking I would feed it. I shouted back an ‘okay’ and went back to my own activity, still ignoring the kitten.

Another afternoon when it was starting to drizzle, puddles formed on the streets as they merged with tiny ponds on the road. That kitten kept purring, looking at me with its wide eyes and slow blinks. The few cars that passed our road would run into those mini-ponds and splash back onto the pavement; the rain fell harder.

I grew tired of my activity, and was on my way to head back inside. The kitten was relentless,now scratching on my trousers. I just shook it off my leg. Back on the road, I heard a car coming,albeit fast. Somehow in the rain, this mad driver had their windows rolled down, and the smell of food escaped that vehicle.

I heard that kitten let out its last meow as it picked up its tiny legs towards the fast-moving car. Mama came out.

I could see the heartbreak in Mama's eyes when I didn't care for that kitten, then the disappointment. That crushed me more than any enraged scolding a parent could have given their child.

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Chapter 13: Confusion, curiosity, concern (SMTSWSDITN) An extract :

“Mother,truthfully, the Princess and I came here to ask you something,” I nervously rubbed the back of my neck, my hair brushing against my fingers. “Is it for the Princess’s hand in marriage? I think you better ask the Crown Prince than me, Yamato,” my mother teases, mischief in her eyes. Princess Hikari politely chuckles, and I simply look elsewhere in embarrassment. “It’s just a jest,” my mother reassures, her eyes kinder and glowing with concern. “I know,” I cleared my throat, eyes focused on the dancing candles. “You’re the only one I can come to for this. Especially with the late Lord Ishida no longer with us,” I continue, shoulders hunched and leaning forward. “We find ourselves in a complex situation. And we have reason to believe it roots back to Father’s ancestry.” “Would you say it is a political problem? One that involves wealth?” my mother questions. “Nothing of that sort,” Princess Hikari clarifies, “It’s not quite a predicament that involves our status or quite has a tangible place in our world.” “Well, that sounds rather peculiar.” “It’s a peculiar problem.” My mother looks at me to start, worried. “Hand on heart, I never meant to get Princess Hikari involved in this,” I share. “Yamato,you’re scaring me,” my mother’s eyebrows furrowed. “Lord Ishida is just concerned,” the Princess kindly shares, “Because it seems,at times, we find ourselves in the lives of other people.” My mother is puzzled, but remains quiet. “Mother,you’re familiar with Count Ishida?” “That bedtime story I told you as children? What of it?” “It actually recounts the tale of the real Count Ishida,” I say with a heavy sigh, “Count Ishida is part of Father’s ancestry.” “Yamato,don’t be foolish. Just because you share the same family name-” “Lady Natsuko, we know it seems far-fetched. But when you were still Lady Ishida, you were there on the palace grounds. When Yama - Lord Ishida claimed he met the vampiric Count. You were there when your eldest son,only eleven winters old, was locked away,” Princess Hikari’s voice is strong but on the verge of tears,shaking as my mother is taken aback.

“Yamato was locked away because you all were trying to hide something,weren’t you?”

I take another look at my mother. The sandy blonde hair that used to reach her chin and was kept neatly tied back is much,much shorter. Her hair doesn’t go past her ears, held back by a head scarf. As she places her hands over her tired eyes, it’s as if she’s blocking us out. I examine the way her fingers are littered with calluses and occasional cuts, worn down by a day of working. 

“It was despicable of me to let that happen to you,” my mother says with heavy breaths. “You were following the protocol of the Ishida noble family,” I recalled, “I too have had to follow rules and responsibilities born out of my position.” For what feels like the first time I’m properly looking at her, for the first time tonight and in years, I reach out for my anguished mother's hands. “You were wed into the lifestyle of a noble lady. And the sons you bore had to follow that livelihood too.” “I am a failure of a mother, Yamato.” “Mother…,” but my words fail me. “Lady Natsuko, please help us,” Princess Hikari begs. “Help us understand more of Count Ishida’s story,” I drop her hands, and with it the remains of that childhood memory, “Because Mother, we swear to you - his story is also mine and the Princess’s.”  My vision becomes a blur as something wicked forms in my throat, but I have to expel these words. “I have been in Count Ishida’s place, living his life,” this confession continues to spiral, “And Princess Hikari has also been in the life of another from that past.” My mother looks at the Princess. “Her name is also Hikari. She was a witch and Count Ishida’s lover,” Princess Hikari shares, “Believe us, Lady Natsuko, Lord Ishida and I have existed in their place during that lifetime.” “It’s as if we’re transported back to the past, as another version of Yamato and Hikari,” I can’t believe the words I’m saying, “That were a vampire and witch.” “I dread to hear what you two could possibly be doing living as them,” my mother comments. “They need our help,” Princess Hikari’s voice is soft, and laced with ache for the couple, “But there’s a slight price to this…’transportation’.” “We change places without rhyme or reason. Often at the mercy of the older Hikari’s witchcraft,” I support, “The other problem is the Princess and I are never transported back at the same time. If I were sent to be in the place of Count Ishida, I would be present with the Witch.” “But that also means I take the place of my witchly version and meet with Count Ishida,” the Princess elaborates.

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Chapter 9: A dreadful dance (The Light and Her Loves)

So whip me with your arbitrary law. I must be another pawn for you, part of a game where you flex your claws, I must be the centre of attention and a dancing monkey made for performative art. A decorative piece for you to proudly withdraw and to fit right in the chest pocket near your heart.

There's a device latched onto me and I'll wind up for this weary war, I'll perform that dance as every step is met by a brutal beat. I don't need shoes as I dance against shattered glass floors, my red ink and blue spots are enough to masquerade my feet.

So I never danced for myself, but what if I wanted to?

I much rather dance with the intense might of a thousand burning starlights knowing that I chose these stars and their bright flight of light, The stars that make up my heart with all her rays shooting across the night knowing that we chose this rhythm out of our own vulnerable hearts,and unbound twilights. In a world where my footsteps are an unrecognisable trail, I lose the right to control this earthly body and the right to receive my bail as it has been poisoned by a blessing only recognised by demons Who prey on this frail folktale of the forsaken veil. 

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She moves the same way stars dance in the night Chapter 11: Trading stories

An extract : We keep our gaze ahead,the owls are louder as the moon becomes the brightest it has been tonight. The Princess edges her hand close to mine, her little finger stretched out. I curl mine around hers,mimicking the many days we made promises as children. 

“There is some comfort in knowing that in another lifetime, we'd still choose each other despite the odds,” this private thought heard by an audience of only her ears has me coloured with the hues of a rose. “And past our time together,you're trying everything you could do to secure a path for us.”

“The witchly version of me is a fighter it seems,” the Princess says with a spark in her eyes.

“I didn’t get to thank you for your time today,Lord Ishida.” “I’m simply upholding my duties,Your Highness,” I utter, even with the intimacy of this night, I insist on putting forth the titles that divide us. “Perhaps if you were to train me so well,Prince Sora would be afraid to have me as his bride,” the Princess jests. “What a cowardly prince he would be if that be the reason,” I remark, tightening our little fingers as if this is how we can stay together, just the two of us and the promises we’ve yet to make from our hearts. “You’re at fault too. For writing such a letter,” she says with a slight tremble, then her tone follows the firmness of the vast seas. The Princess rests her head against my shoulder, and this moment becomes our eternity;solidifying itself in our memory. I turn my head slightly, daring for my parted lips to brush against the crown of the Princess’s head. “You're a princess to the world,but you'll always be the queen of my heart,” I whisper to Hikari.

“You're not being fair…my Lord,” I watch as her skin colours itself with the same hues of that rose.”But I wasn’t being fair either when I said you’re my lord.” “I pray to a higher being and follow your brother’s commands,” I breathe in the scent of her hair as the Princess tilts her head slightly as we lock eyes, “But you’re the only one I’ll bow to.” “My Lord,these nights and seconds spent together have pieces of us written all over it. Right now,a part of me lives in your heart as you do in mine,” the Princess says with grace. “But even during the days and hours we spend apart, I have told the stars to shower you with the love I cannot give in person.”

“Do we have any more news on my brother’s coronation?” she shifts the conversation into something else. “I know just as much as you do, Your Highness,” I answer. “It’s drawing so close.” The owls abruptly shriek and another flurry of winged creatures passes us. Hikari gasps. Her little finger uncurls itself from mine, the texture of the hollow log beneath us is replaced by a stone chair; and my heart sinks knowing this is another Hikari that an older Yamato has loved.

“Can’t you read a room?” I exhale deeply with the utmost frustration.

The witchly Hikari glides to a corner of the ill-lit room, gesturing to a pot of a warm beverage. I declined her hospitality during this vicious visit.

“Could you imagine if you were on that throne,the eldest son destined to rule,” she proposes this alternate lifetime. “And the status of your families have swapped,the house of Yagami nobles were indebted to the royal Ishidas. Would you change the rules, and take Hikari as your queen?”

I don’t answer her, because this hypothetical had never once crossed my mind,and fathoming it now would be lunacy.

“Well isn’t that the thing about new humans? You faithfully follow the rules of your long,gone elders who couldn’t care less about you,” the witchly Hikari continues. “Why,I studied witchcraft with my lost brother. The art of the devil as old wives called it.”

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Ishida-Yagami House Tour (Part 4) I reserved going all out on an extravagant garden. There are a few patches of flowers and greenery here and there. I liked the idea of an outdoor eating area adjacent to the piano and if they want to look at the stars. Coincidentally, Rippling Flats (the lot) has this beautiful view of the ‘lagoon’ (?) while also being very close to the pirate playground & public BBQ area; so you end up getting a really good view & having a few surrounding family-friendly activities. For now, I’m holding off having proper fencing up because that just feels too boxy. I may consider building a proper gazebo in the future,who knows. PS.I don’t feel like Yakari are the type of family to have a swimming pool,but their parents are & they live just across the street

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Was sorting through the screenshots in my files. 1.Papa & Mama Yakari 2.Their eldest daughters when they were kids 3.Their twin sons currently Is there a family resemblance?