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kat8chaThe smoke from Yanagi's incense made Yukimura feel sleepy. Opening his eyes from a long nap Yukimura stretched. His body still felt strange to him, the world still felt weird to him. Yukimura supposed that was what happened when you had your body merged together with a powerful demon's.
It had happened less than a year ago, although the sickness had been around all his life. Yukimura was born special, so his mother had always claimed, and from a young age demons and spirits were drawn to him. Yukimura's mother's childhood friend had married into a family of exorcists, and so thankfully Yukimura was kept safe from possession. It was also how Yukimura met Sanada.
"Sanada." Yukimura licked his lips and dragged himself from the bed. He would have to ask Renji to lower the incense dosage, it made him so slow, so sleepy. It was almost as bad as being sick again. Walking through his smoky room Yukimura wished he could open up the windows. Before the sickness, the possession, and the merge, Yukimura had loved the feel of the sun on his skin, and the smell of fresh air. Now Yukimura could only go outside of accompanied by Sanada, and covered in a cloying, sensation blocking spell. Yukimura hated it.
But at least he was alive.
"Sanada?" Yukimura looked in the living room, and then Sanada's bedroom. Sanada wasn't in the kitchen either, or the bath. Finally Yukimura checked the dusty, dusty study. It was the one section of the house that did not have incense constantly burning, for fear of damaging the ancient books. The house was Sanada's ancestral home, but most of his family lived in the second house. The second house larger, and located in the city, close to the royal palace. The Sanada family ancestral home generally only had one keeper in it.
Thankfully, that meant that Sanada and Yukimura could live on their own.
The lack of smoke caused Yukimura to stretch, but the library was lit only by the dim light of a few gas lamps, and there was no sunlight available.
"Yukimura!" Slim arms wrapped around him, giving him a tight hug, and when Yukimura looked down his nose was buried in sweet smelling blond curls. They smelled of sugar, baby powder, and clean linen sheets. Mmm… Yukimura was hungry. Wrapping his arms around slim shoulders Yukimura gave Jirou a light hug.
"Hello, Jirou. I wasn't aware you and Atobe were coming today." Jirou was no younger than Yukimura, but Yukimura always felt older around Jirou. Of course, Yukimura always felt old lately.
And hungry.
"Jirou." Atobe's sharp crisp voice seemed to make even the dust in the library air snap to attention. Jirou dropped his arms and stepped back from Yukimura, looking sheepishly between Yukimura and Atobe. Yukimura smiled, sleepily, in Atobe's direction. Atobe's snappy dark grey three-piece suit seemed out of place in the dusty, creaking library. He would look better rumpled up. Atobe's suit coat was held over one arm, and had likely been over the back of his chair while he talked with Sanada at the large table hidden behind several stacks. It was the only place in the library with a window near it, and the window was large enough to shed natural light all over the six person table. "Yukimura."
"Leaving already?" Yukimura asked. Atobe motioned for Jirou to join him, and then started to walk across the library to the door behind Yukimura. Atobe was too prideful, too confrontational, to sweep around Yukimura, but he kept his distance all the same.
"Our business is done."
Yukimura chuckled, his voice dropping low once Atobe passed him. "You can't protect him forever."
It was spoken softly enough that only Atobe heard, and the man paused for a heart beat before whispering back, "I am not protecting him at all." Then Atobe passed Yukimura by, and was out the door.
Yukimura smiled and leaned against the wall, the gaping hungry part of him feeling a little fuller, a little warmer now. Mmm. Atobe really did have the best emotions sometimes, despite how cold he tried to be.
"Yukimura." There was Sanada, standing tall and proud by one of the stacks, several books tucked under one arm. A pendant on a silver chain wrapped around Sanada's neck, a dark grey stone bouncing off of his breastbone. It was part of the Sanada family stone, a powerful object that some say was the source of the Sanada's exorcist power. "I was not aware you were awake."
Yukimura stretched and smiled. "I was coming to tell you. Is dinner ready, yet?"
Yukimura's human side needed to eat too.
It had happened less than a year ago, although the sickness had been around all his life. Yukimura was born special, so his mother had always claimed, and from a young age demons and spirits were drawn to him. Yukimura's mother's childhood friend had married into a family of exorcists, and so thankfully Yukimura was kept safe from possession. It was also how Yukimura met Sanada.
"Sanada." Yukimura licked his lips and dragged himself from the bed. He would have to ask Renji to lower the incense dosage, it made him so slow, so sleepy. It was almost as bad as being sick again. Walking through his smoky room Yukimura wished he could open up the windows. Before the sickness, the possession, and the merge, Yukimura had loved the feel of the sun on his skin, and the smell of fresh air. Now Yukimura could only go outside of accompanied by Sanada, and covered in a cloying, sensation blocking spell. Yukimura hated it.
But at least he was alive.
"Sanada?" Yukimura looked in the living room, and then Sanada's bedroom. Sanada wasn't in the kitchen either, or the bath. Finally Yukimura checked the dusty, dusty study. It was the one section of the house that did not have incense constantly burning, for fear of damaging the ancient books. The house was Sanada's ancestral home, but most of his family lived in the second house. The second house larger, and located in the city, close to the royal palace. The Sanada family ancestral home generally only had one keeper in it.
Thankfully, that meant that Sanada and Yukimura could live on their own.
The lack of smoke caused Yukimura to stretch, but the library was lit only by the dim light of a few gas lamps, and there was no sunlight available.
"Yukimura!" Slim arms wrapped around him, giving him a tight hug, and when Yukimura looked down his nose was buried in sweet smelling blond curls. They smelled of sugar, baby powder, and clean linen sheets. Mmm… Yukimura was hungry. Wrapping his arms around slim shoulders Yukimura gave Jirou a light hug.
"Hello, Jirou. I wasn't aware you and Atobe were coming today." Jirou was no younger than Yukimura, but Yukimura always felt older around Jirou. Of course, Yukimura always felt old lately.
And hungry.
"Jirou." Atobe's sharp crisp voice seemed to make even the dust in the library air snap to attention. Jirou dropped his arms and stepped back from Yukimura, looking sheepishly between Yukimura and Atobe. Yukimura smiled, sleepily, in Atobe's direction. Atobe's snappy dark grey three-piece suit seemed out of place in the dusty, creaking library. He would look better rumpled up. Atobe's suit coat was held over one arm, and had likely been over the back of his chair while he talked with Sanada at the large table hidden behind several stacks. It was the only place in the library with a window near it, and the window was large enough to shed natural light all over the six person table. "Yukimura."
"Leaving already?" Yukimura asked. Atobe motioned for Jirou to join him, and then started to walk across the library to the door behind Yukimura. Atobe was too prideful, too confrontational, to sweep around Yukimura, but he kept his distance all the same.
"Our business is done."
Yukimura chuckled, his voice dropping low once Atobe passed him. "You can't protect him forever."
It was spoken softly enough that only Atobe heard, and the man paused for a heart beat before whispering back, "I am not protecting him at all." Then Atobe passed Yukimura by, and was out the door.
Yukimura smiled and leaned against the wall, the gaping hungry part of him feeling a little fuller, a little warmer now. Mmm. Atobe really did have the best emotions sometimes, despite how cold he tried to be.
"Yukimura." There was Sanada, standing tall and proud by one of the stacks, several books tucked under one arm. A pendant on a silver chain wrapped around Sanada's neck, a dark grey stone bouncing off of his breastbone. It was part of the Sanada family stone, a powerful object that some say was the source of the Sanada's exorcist power. "I was not aware you were awake."
Yukimura stretched and smiled. "I was coming to tell you. Is dinner ready, yet?"
Yukimura's human side needed to eat too.
