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warning - none just some fluff and friendship a/n - I freaking loooove reading all of your guy's comments ya'll are so funny. Here is some fluff with my house boy Henry.
"A ghost? Yeah right!" Magna scoffed, turning away to sip his mug. Vanessa nodded her head, drunkenly wobbling from the dizzying movement.
"I swear to the gods! It walked down my hall and disappeared around some corner!" She tried to convince us, slurring over certain worlds all while sipping on another bottle of wine. I watched as the fellow black members spoke about similar situations and flashes of white in the corner of their eyes when walking around the hideout. It was amusing.
"What about you, Y/n? Have you seen anything?" Yami asked from his little corner, a cigarette hanging from his lips loosely as he lit it, staring at me knowingly. I only shook my head with a small smile, turning to walk away to search for such a ghost.
"Haven't seen a thing, Cap'n!" I walked through the doorway, ignoring the calls of where I was going, instead of focusing on the stone steps, feeling through their means to find a certain someone. The ghost everyone had been talking about was, in fact, and person, the owner of the great architectural beauty of a hideout.
Henry.
I walked through the continuous hallways, paying little mind to the changing hallways behind me or the turns moving in front of me; I continued to listen to the sounds of my steps, my way already mapped out through the mana sucking in my own. As I walked closer to his room, the walls seemed to weigh in on the air, his sickness starting to feed on my mana like a starving animal. I didn't mind. If anything, it was nice being able to release so much mana around him. I would have self-imploded from extreme mana excess if it weren't for Henry and our little visits.
I had a sickness of my own. As a child, I had strong mana. I initially thought that it was a mutation as a lucky kid who got the mana genetics score. However, as days passed, my mana had increased rapidly, and by the age of sixteen, I already had enough mana to match a squad captain. You can imagine how well that worked out with a curious sixteen-year-old with uncontrollable disastrous power at their hands. For the years after that, I was forced to exhaust myself and mana every day to keep my body from killing itself until Yami found me one day working under four different contracts at the same time.
"So you produce more mana than your body can handle huh? Well, it sounds like I have the perfect opportunity for you, darling." The rest was history, I met Henry, and from then on, I would visit him every day, any hour of the day. We talked and joked around, even playing jokes on the fellow black bulls to make it seem the already constantly moving house was more difficult to navigate.
"Y/n?" I could hear him call my name just on the other side of the door, questioning and curious. I turned the knob of the door and poked my head through, a smile and greeting ready on my lips.
"Good morning, Henry! Did you sleep well?" He sat up slowly, a groggy smile on his lips as his eyes were yet to open. Instead, he faced my direction. I sat down on the bed and pulled out a pack of playing cards. I opened the package and began shuffling them and passing them back between us.
"How about a good ol' game of bullshit?" Henry snorted before replying slowly.
"Sounds good, Y/n." Of course, the game wasn't as challenging when only two players, but it was fun nonetheless. Full of laughs and ridiculous lies, it ended with Henry winning, getting rid of all his cards before I could.
"You're getting faster at this game, Henry." I said as I cleaned up the cards from his bed and put them back in their package. My mana was getting a bit low, and I figured I should start making my way out and let Henry get some rest when I felt his lithe hand reach out and pause my own.
"Y/n?" I looked up and stopped what I was doing, finding Henry facing me, but his eyes looking away from me. I took his hand and held it, hoping to provide comfort so he could continue.
"Yes?"
"Do you think you could stay? J-Just a bit longer?" I smiled at Henry nodding my head, and began to take the cards out again.
