A bottle of ramune

Chapter 8

Implied sexual content under the <>
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Hollow tree branches flowed with the wind,songs of
birds drifting shallowly,shadows whisking around the house they stood in front of. "We're here...again," the writer whispered,looking at the haunted looking mansion,memories of his mistake rewinding his head again.

"Hey,it's okay. It wasn't necessarily your fault," Ranpo comforted the other,skipping ahead to the house with a reassuring smile plastered on his face as taller followed behind. "Just need one more piece of evidence and we can go back home."

The author chuckled at the smaller's cheerful mood,lightening up his own like the brightness he emitted. The house creaked as Poe took a step into the house,looking around again as memories flooded into his mind. How excited he had been when they'd stepped into the forbidden place,ignoring the constant worry that tugged onto the detective and faulting him for not listening.

He grunted in remorse as he looked over to the younger's face who was scrunched up in discomfort,his own fearful memories rewinding in his head for sure. Sighing,he took the light creature's delicate hands,locking their fingers together as he gently pulled him along the eerie hallway,this time less afraid now that the emerald eyed was acting sort of like a lightbulb for them that would've made him laugh if he wasn't so busy with the guilt that was built up in him. Taking the lead,Ranpo lightly grazed upon the maroon red carpet that was coated in dirt,a silence now settled in between them as they looked around.

Turning in a corner,the violet eyed recognised his surroundings,remembering the dark and gloomy room,the ancient pens sitting in one corner like royalty. Letting go of the older's hands,The Detective slinked down to his knees,crawling over to the drawer that was hidden underneath the fancy historian looking desk. He knew,it wasn't the right time for this but the writer couldn't help blushing and covering his face with the back of his hand as his eyes fell onto the crouching male who tried to wriggle his puny ass in to open the drawer,his tail swinging from side to side adorably while his broken wings fluttered in annoyance.

Finally after a a loud click,the ramune lover crawled out of the bottom of the desk,pulling the drawer out and smirking at the images he held in his hand. In the photo had a small girl with ink black hair,probably around nine or eight,her arms wrapped around the shoulders of two other kids,one that had grey hair and the other a navy blue. Their parents supposedly,was standing behind them,a fake smile stretched along their face as they had their hands on each child except the one in the middle.

He stuffed the photo neatly inside his pocket,floating around to one room and another to try and find other photos of the girl. While he was on his search,Poe continued looking around,this time calling out to his companion to make sure he didn't end up missing and turning into another ability problem again. He looked around in the closets,curiously flipping through the many clothes that looked like it fit children around the kids in the photo's age.

"Poe-Kun,you done in there? I got what I need,let's go!" He turned around from where he was looking through the clothes and breathed out a smile of relief when he realised it was his partner who called him and not some random ability user that was about to turn him into a ghost. He sauntered over to the smaller whose hands were fidgeting with another few photos of the black haired girl.

"Woah,the stars,they're so pretty!" Ranpo purred in delight as he looked beside the other and admired those twinkling beads shining effortlessly in the dark night sky through a clear sliding door. Chuckling slightly at the male's childish action,the brunet grabbed onto his lover's thighs,smirking at the hitched breath he gave out before pulling him onto his arms,making the raven wrap his arms around his neck.

His heart ached slightly when he didn't feel the weight of his Boyfriend in his arms,remembering that he couldn't feel his familiar weight on him,but he settled with the warmth the other still gave out. Sliding the door open to reveal a balcony,the writer breathed in the cooling Breeze of the night,watching the stars brightly blinking.