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9 September 2022
Hello, Iâm Ny! Iâm pretty easy-going, so not much to add in here. (subject to change naturally!) Iâm open to more or less a
Vox placed a hand dramatically over his chest. The very picture of wounded innocence.
"Wow." His face-screen flickered with exaggerated offense. "That's hurtful, Basil. Truly."
He shook his head slowly.
"Here I am, restoring a ten-thousand-year-old disability, reuniting star-crossed lovers, improving Heaven's interior design..."
He gestured vaguely around the office.
"...and somehow I'm the bad guy."
At the mention of Valentino, Vox rolled his eyes. "Oh, please. Don't start." Vox gave a dismissive wave. "Val and I are complicatedâŠ.And completely irrelevant to this conversation. No, I really just thought you'd like to see again and let Lu look into your beautiful new eyes."
Wing laughed quietly at her question, shaking his head.
"I ask myself that every day, actually." His ears turned faintly red as she squeezed his arm, but he managed to maintain at least some dignity as they continued through the ballroom.
"Usually, these events involve a lot of talking, a little dancing, people pretending they're not gossiping, and at least one elderly politician falling asleep in a chair somewhere." He gestured casually toward a cluster of distinguished guests. "Give it another hour and you'll spot one."
When she mentioned knowing the foxtrot, his eyebrows rose. "You know the foxtrot?" Wing looked genuinely impressed. "Well now I definitely have to dance with you later. You've set expectations."
His smile softened before he glanced toward one of the nearby refreshment tables, noticing waiters weaving through the crowd with trays of drinks.
"Actually, before we get swept into another conversationâŠWould you like something to drink?" His eyes flicked toward the refreshments. "They've got fruit punch, sparkling juice, tea, and probably a few things I haven't bothered learning the names of."
A playful grin appeared.
"And if we're going to survive an evening of fancy people and potential parental judgment, we should probably stay hydrated. So? What'll it be? I'll go play the role of attentive boyfriend and fetch it for you."
Fai's eyes lifted from the ancient tome spread across his lap, a finger still marking his place among the dense runes and notes. For a moment, he blinked as if returning from another world entirely before a warm smile tugged at his lips.
"Uriah." He closed the book with a soft thump and rested it beside him.
"To what do I owe the pleasure?" Fai asked lightly, leaning back against his chair. "You've managed to pull me away from three centuries of magical theory and at least seven contradictory footnotes."
His smile widened, teasing but genuine.
"Not that I'm complaining. It's good to see you, brother."
He gave Basil's cheek a patronizing pat. "Call me a romantic." The lie came effortlessly. "I thought you'd enjoy seeing him again." His face-screen flashed with a charming smile that was just a little too perfect. "Ten thousand years is a long time to go without looking at the face of someone you love."
Vox slowly circled him.
"BesidesâŠ" he continued casually, inspecting the results of Raphael's work, "I've learned a few things about you." His grin widened.
"You'd throw away freedom." A step.
"Power." Another step.
"Your dignity." Another step.
"Your life."
He stopped in front of Basil again.
"All for Lucifer."
The words weren't mocking. They were analytical. As if Vox were describing a fascinating machine.
"So I figuredâŠ" Vox shrugged. "âŠwhy not give you something you actually want?" His fingers lightly tapped the side of Basil's face near the new eye.
"Now you'll get to see him smile. Youâre welcome." Of course, no âgiftâ from Vox was quite what it seemed.
Krix immediately shook his head, nearly losing his balance despite being already sitting down.
âNo, no, noooâŠâ he mumbled, waving a nacho at Loona like he was making a very important correction. âNot you, Loonie.â He pointed directly at Tamaraâor at least somewhere vaguely in her direction.
âT...she's my sister.â He nodded firmly, pleased with this conclusion. Krix squinted at Tamara for several long seconds as though examining a complex scientific mystery.
ââŠbut she's not red. She's a funny-lookin' Imp.â
The statement was delivered with complete sincerity.
âYou wanna know stuff?â Inuyasha shrugged. âGood. Questions are useful. Wantin' answers is normal.â Then his expression softened slightly.
âBut not knowin' somethin' doesn't mean you're in danger.â
A few moments passed.
âI spent years wonderin' about things I couldn't answer.â His voice was quieter now.
âWhy people hated me.â
âWhy my life ended up the way it did.â
âWhy some people left.â His ears flicked once.
âYou don't always get answers when you want 'em.â
Another pause.
âSometimes you never get 'em.â His gaze shifted to her.
âBut life keeps movin' anyway.â He commented as he noticed her grip tighten on his sleeve.
The way her shoulders were still tense.
The way she looked like she was trying to hold ten different thoughts together at once.
âOi. You know what's weird? You're actin' like learnin' what you are and learnin' who you are are the same thing.â He pointed lightly at her forehead. âThey aren't.â
âYou found out you've got weird powers.â
âYou found out you've got souls trapped in a scarf.â
âBut you're still Kari.â
âYou still like food too much. You still get excited and smack yourself in the head with your own attacks. You still overthink everything.â
Then, quieter he continued. âSo maybe stop worryin' that every answer is gonna change who you are.â
His eyes met hers.
â'Cause so far?â
A pause.
âNone of them have.â
He reached over and gave the top of her head a brief ruffle before pulling his hand back.
âAnd for somebody who hates not knowin' things, you're doin' a pretty good job talkin' about it instead of bottlin' it up.â
Vox stared at her for a moment.
Then he laughed. But he was not offended. Not angry.
Just genuinely amused.
"God, you're insufferable." He crossed his arms and leaned back against the nearest surface, screen flickering with lazy static as he looked her over. "You know what your problem is, Vel?"
His grin widened as he leaned on Michaelâs shoulder. "You don't actually care about angels."
"You care about trophies. You don't want Heaven's golden boy because he's powerful. You want him because somebody, somewhere, spent millennia telling everyone he was untouchable." Vox chuckled.
"And then you touched him and turned him into a dress, apparently."
The grin remained, but there was calculation behind it now.
"So what do you want, Vel?" He spread his arms. "Seriously. Money? You've got it. Influence? You've got plenty. Fame? Half of Hell copies your wardrobe every six months." His eye narrowed thoughtfully.
"So what is it? I refuse to believe this is about feathers." He gestured at the gown and static crackled softly from his screen.
"Surely I can find enough male angels for you to play with."
âYouâre not so bad looking yourself,â she teased, wrapping her arms around his and resting her head against his muscular upper arm. âIâm sure that, at worst, weâll just be fashionably late. Everyone will move on soon enough.â
As they walked, the silence between them gradually gave way to the sounds of music and lively conversation. The party was just beyond the door.
When it finally opened, a few guests glanced over, curious to see who had arrived, but little attention was paid to them beyond that. At least, not yet.
Angel put on a friendly smile, waving to familiar faces and offering polite nods to anyone who happened to meet her gaze. Otherwise, she found herself content simply enjoying the company of her date.
âHope you donât mind me sticking close to you tonight,â she whispered. âIâm still learning the ropes when it comes to all this fancy social stuff.â
Wing chuckled softly, glancing down at her as she held onto his arm. "Good. Because I wasn't planning on letting you wander off too far anyway."
He gave her hand a reassuring pat before leading her deeper into the ballroom. A few guests called greetings his way, and Wing nodded back politely, stopping briefly to exchange a few words here and there. Years of being a Beifong had made navigating gatherings like this second nature.
When Angel admitted she was still learning the ropes, he smiled. "You're doing fine." His gaze swept across the room before he pointed toward the dance floor.
"Besides, you know plenty of people here already. Recognize them?" He pointed.
Across the room, Kai was dancing with his boyfriend Otaku, both males looking exceptionally sharp in formal Air Nomad robes. Kai was laughing at something his boyfriend had said, completely unconcerned with who might be watching.
Wing grinned.
"See? There's Kai and Otaku. Trust me, if Kai can survive a room full of politicians, nobles, and my family, you'll be okay. And for what it's worth," he said quietly, "you fit in here better than you think." His eyes lingered on her warm smile.
Hawks watched her bounce around the lobby with growing amusement, one elbow resting on the counter while he waited.
At one point he checked the clock. Then looked at Kari. Then checked the clock again.
"Yep," he muttered. "Time actually slowed down."
The moment the door clicked open, though? He didn't even have to look. The squeak that came out of Kari told him everything.
Sure enough, there was Hiro.
Big and fluffy. And somehow already looking lighter than he had behind the kennel.
Hawks pushed off the counter, watching as Kari hurried over andâdespite clearly wanting to launch herself at the dogâstopped herself.
That earned a small smile from the Pro Hero. Hiro's tail thumping against the floor only made the sight better. When the worker handed over the leash, Hawks half expected the giant dog to test the limits. Instead, Hiro stayed right beside Kari.
Like he'd already made up his mind where he belonged.
"Yeah, the right choice." Hawks murmured under his breath as he accepted the bag of resources from the worker and gave it a quick look through.
"Thanks," he said sincerely. "Appreciate it." When the worker recommended the pet store nearby, Hawks nodded. "That was the plan."
Then his eyes drifted toward Kari and Hiro again.
The dog was watching her like she was the most important thing in the room.
And KariâŠshe looked happier than she had all day. No scratch that. All week.
When she finally approached him with Hiro following along, asking if he was ready, Hawks looked down at the enormous dog.
Then at the little girl holding the leash.
Then back at the dog.
A grin spread across his face. "Nah. We forgot something." He crouched slightly and pointed toward Hiro. "You haven't properly introduced me to my new coworker yet." Golden eyes flicked to the dog.
"Hiro. A couple ground rules."
Hawks held up a finger.
"You keep her safe."
A second finger.
"You try not to eat anything expensive."
A third finger.
"And if you decide to use that fur quirk to steal my spot on the couch, we're gonna have problems."
Hiro stared at him for a moment and nodded once.
"Good talk."
Straightening up, he glanced toward the worker. "I think he understands." Then he looked at Kari, unable to stop the smile that appeared when he saw her standing there with her dog.
Her dog.
"Alright," he said, gently ruffling her hair one more time.
Then he laughed.
Not a loud laugh. Not even a particularly amused one.
It was the sort of laugh someone gives when a child says something unintentionally entertaining.
"Oh, that's precious." He brought a hand to his chest, icy feathers rustling as he tilted his head. "Prince Peacock? Jack Frost?" His smile sharpened. "You forgot 'Your Grace.' Though I suppose etiquette isn't a subject they teach mortals these days." The frost around his claws spread across the balcony railing, delicate patterns of ice blooming wherever his fingers brushed.
"And who am I to judge human strength?" His blue eyes narrowed slightly. "My dear, I've watched your species for years."
The words were smooth as silk and twice as cutting.
His gaze dropped to her. "And yet here you are, standing in front of me, trying very hard to convince me that one punch and a few unpleasant encounters make you formidable."
The condescension in his voice was palpable.
"It is rather adorable."
A snowflake landed atop her head.
Deliberately.
"Like watching a sparrow challenge an avalanche. Though I will give you credit." His smile widened. "Most humans either cower when confronted by royalty or attempt to flatter us."
His eyes flicked over her. "You chose sarcasm."
Another snowflake drifted down. This one landed on her nose.
"And before you ask, no. That wasn't an attempt to intimidate you."
Adam stepped through the portal with a low whistle, immediately taking in the room like he was judging it for a competition he didnât remember signing up for.
âWell, look at that,â he muttered, voice dripping sarcasm. âLuxury accommodations in Hell. Guess I really died at the wrong time.â
His eyes flicked over the oversized bed, the bar setup, the whole âdefinitely-not-a-cramped-prison-cellâ vibe of it all.
âEither youâre secretly royalty down here, or this place has a really messed-up sense of hospitality.â He dropped onto the couch like he owned it, stretching out with a groan before kicking one leg over the armrest.
At her offer, he gave her a side-eye.
âHard liquor to calm me down?â He snorted. âYeah, alright. Because nothing says emotional stability like demon-grade alcohol. Solid plan.â
Still, he didnât refuse. Of course he didnât.
When she asked him to let her know if it was too much, he leaned his head back and closed his eyes for half a second.
âToo much? Babe, I used to drink celestial wine straight outta the source during celebrations.â A pause. âWhich, for the record, explains a lot about my personality.â
He cracked one eye open as she worked.
ââŠJust donât poison me. If I die again in your fancy little apartment, Iâm haunting you first. Not Heaven. You.â
Wing adjusted the cuffs of his formal jacket and rapped his knuckles against Angel's door for what felt like the third time that evening.
"Angel?" he called through the wood, tryingâand failingânot to sound impatient. "Please tell me you're almost ready." He glanced down at the gold-trimmed finery his mother had insisted he wear to the ball and tugged awkwardly at the collar.
"We're already late. If Dad starts giving me that disappointed Beifong stare, I'm blaming you entirely."
âIâm coming!â She called, spritzing a bit of perfume on and grabbing her handbag before opening the door.
Dressed in a beautiful air-nomad inspired gown, Angelâs hair was done in a beautiful braid, and a light amount of makeup applied.
âIâm sorry I took so long. Itâs not every day I get to dress up formally, so I wanted to really look my best.â She explained, giving him a cute look. Hoping it would quell any lingering frustration.
âIf weâre late, Iâll take the blame.â Leaning up, she gave Wing a gentle kiss on the cheek before taking his hand and heading off.
But the moment the door opened, every single word vanished. His jaw actually dropped. Angel looked stunning. The elegant gown, the carefully braided hair, the subtle makeup. It all came together in a way that made his heart skip embarrassingly hard in his chest.
For a second he simply stared and then she kissed his cheek. A faint blush crept onto his face as he swallowed and straightened his dark green robes, embroidered with silver and gold accents befitting the occasion.
"YouâŠ" His voice caught before he managed a small laugh. "Wow." Wing offered her his arm, suddenly feeling far less confident than he had a moment ago.
"You look gorgeous, Angel." His eyes softened as he looked her over once more. "No, actually, gorgeous doesn't cover it."
The irritation he'd felt about being late was completely gone.
"If anyone asks why we're behind schedule, I'll tell them it was because the most beautiful woman at the ball needed a few extra minutes." He said with a grin.
Kohaku let out a soft huff and shook his head, though there was a faint smile tugging at his lips despite himself. "Two days? Of course that's not too long."
His gaze moved between Sango and Kari, lingering briefly on the freshly healed wound Kari had shown them earlier. "After everything you both went through getting here, I'd be worried if you tried to leave sooner."
He looked directly at Kari then.
"And that's not me asking. That's me telling you." There was a firmness in his voice that didn't appear often, the same tone he used when he was worried about someone he cared about. "You pushed yourself past your limits. I know what that looks like."
His eyes flickered briefly toward Core before returning to the younger kitsune.
"So for the next couple of days, you rest. Both of you."
Kohaku crossed his arms.
"No hunting demons. No chasing rumors. No running off because somebody heard something strange in the woods."
Adam rolled his eyes and took another sip from his can.
âWell then, I make some options.â
He gestured vaguely to himself.
âIâm not exactly some ordinary helpless sinner. I was running Heavenâs extermination force yesterday. I think I can figure out how to get a pair of pants.â
