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"The Ronin and The Yokai"
The small brush dances like a figure skater on an ice rink, gliding on the thin piece of wood. The lanterns by his room were hued ember, catching a rather nefarious glow within. The beauty of a deep red higanbana unraveled from what was once an empty canvas, catching the eye of the painter, as if to sirenize.
These hands that continue to maneuver the pen were once hands that only held a sword, and the rest is history. Centuries ago, the same hands were smudged, splattered, and covered in the blood of other beings like him. The three ebony horns that adorned the temples of his face continue to remind him of the Archon war, and along with that his supposed loyalty to Baal. Despite his corroding past, he still wishes for a peaceful future, where everywhere he goes, white spiderlilies cover the field, and he, the only red flower amongst them all, can finally wilt and wither like the rest. Before he knew it, an abundant amount manjushage sipped its way to his painting, positioning themselves surrounding the red higanbana that reminded him of himself. The male continued to paint however, finding an aesthetic pleasure in seeing what looked like Samsara.
Just as he was about dip his brush in the dark ink to end his little hobby, he felt the door slide open, revealing the vast twinkling firmaments, and the light of the moon reflecting back onto his e/c eyes, and along with that a shadow. They soften from their concentrated sharpness, seeing friendly red eyes look back at him with longing and love.
"Kazuha," He called out, seeing the male, outlined by the moonlight. It made him look more beautiful than he already was. The male walked more into the dimly-lit room, his own garnet eyes finding comfort onto their very own e/c optics. Suddenly, the man lunged forward, arms wrapping around their head, and the other male's arms around Kazuha's waist. Y/n was not able to react, only looking at the male wide-eyed.
"Kazuha?!" Y/n called out, flustered, and as red as the same higanbana he painted. He could feel Kazuha's warm breaths over his shoulder, his face hidden from Y/n's sight. Their position was awkward: Kazuha, trapping him against the tatami mats, and Y/n's hands by his chest.
"I'm back," Kazuha whispered, voice muffled from Y/n's attire.
Y/n's surprised eyes soften, and he chuckled, hands reaching at the back of Kazuha's head to comb his white hair, In the process the hair tie was also undone.
"Welcome back."
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Now, despite his unforgiving immortality that caused him to linger in the more secluded part of the many islands of Inazuma, there was still a lingering want to communicate with those below. Petty humans this, petty humans that, and yet here was the travelling swordsman that somehow intrigues him. Kazuha carried many burdens in the past, one that Y/n knew all to well from his 'people-watching'. Because of this, the male had made quite descriptive statements about the ronin— Kazuha was a manjushage like any other human, although he was a white flower like many other, Y/n could see something hidden— a meaning unlike any other people he had ever followed. Yes, Y/n had been a fan of the aestheticism of white and red flowers, the beauty both holds when mixed to a painting, and he could see himself, a red spider lily, leaves outstretched to his counterpart— one that speaks of purity, and innocence, this mysterious, yet gentle man, that he had fallen shamelessly for.
As for Kazuha, he had knew of Y/n's existence, and many tales have spoke about him with ill intentions. No one saw him as a protector like before, but when Kazuha stared upon those e/c eyes, he knew there was not a single strand of ill will on his head, and instead he saw melancholy lacing his very being.
The male watched the yokai pack away everything on another room— a storage room perhaps, and the yokai immediately ran towards Kazuha to affectionately coo in his embrace. Kazuha smiled, combing to yokai's hair as both of them stared onto their eyes, a red hue, and a e/c one.
"How was the sea? Was it pretty?" The male enthusiastically asked, like that of a puppy wagging their tail. Kazuha chuckled, combing their long h/c hair, and replied, "The breeze of the sea is refreshing, and I found a liking on those blue seashells that only seem to be at Liyue, and Liyue, itself, is very pretty and busy, bustling with ships."
"I want to go to the sea with you, someday." Y/n mumbled to the male, smelling the scent of the ocean on Kazuha's clothes.
The male smiled, hands falling to Y/n's waist to carry him to the futon. Kazuha cooed, rubbing his nose against Y/n's, "We'll feel the sea, and eat lots of fish." Both of them giggled, and once they stopped, their lips were touching. It felt like bliss at that moment, and it felt as if time stopped just for the two of them. Y/n's hand lightly gripped Kazuha's hair, pushing Kazuha deeper onto the kiss, whilst his other hand clutched the back of Kazuha's clothes.
The other male, on the other hand, had his arms, trapping the male against the tatami mat like before, only this time, his other arm stayed on the side of his face, and the other on the side of his waist. Everytime they would stop for air, Kazuha would talk about the sea fondly, until their lips were sealed by the other. Their hands roam around each other, and small and tiny laughs would come out of their lips.
The kiss lasted minutes, until the two were officially done kissing each other.
"Now then," Y/n slipped out of Kazuha's hold, standing up and stretching. He looked at Kazuha with an innocent smile, "Are ya hungry, cuz I am! What should I cook for tonight?" Kazuha stared at the male, internally terrified, and immediately replied as he cleared his voice, sweating, "How about I make the food. The captain taught me how to make Stir-fried Fillet, the captains way."
Kazuha was secretly scared that whatever outcome Y/n makes would become censored in this book, like in those anime. "Alright then, but aren't you tired? You humans get tired so easily." Kazuha shook his head fast and started on prepping the ingredients. "I am not tired. Besides, your kiss was energy refilling." Kazuha could see the male blush cherry red, running away from the room, whining about Kazuha being cheesy. Of course, this made him laugh, and internally squeal at his lover's cuteness.
Despite their race being completely different, Kazuha couldn't help but fall deeper onto the male's loving embrace, a yokai and a human, a manjushage and a higanbana.
