Misty Days In The Yashiro Commission

The Mist and The Flame

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Three months later...

Thoma lazily swept the Kamisato estate courtyard.

Normally, he would be paying better attention to his housekeeping work, but the clouds in the sky were looking as dark as night. The rain would soon wash away the dirt and dust anyways.

A while later, Thoma saw Ayaka hurriedly running around the estate.

He walked up to her, finished with the cleaning.

"My lady, it's getting really dark. You should get inside."

Ayaka sighed. "I should. But I can't find Ayato, and he hates the rain! It's... really weird for him to be out right now. Alone."

Thoma nodded. "That is odd."

Ayaka sighed. "I'm really sorry to trouble you, but can you go and look for him? I know I'm probably being irrationality paranoid, but I just have a bad feeling."

Thoma thinned his lips. "Ahh... sure... my lady, I'll go look for him."

Ayaka raised an eyebrow. "Is something wrong, Thoma?"

Thoma blushed and rapidly shook his head. "Oh no, no."

Ayaka nodded, unconvinced. "Alright... I'll head inside, it really looks like it's about to pick up..."

Thoma bowed. "Goodbye, my lady." The housekeeper set off to look for the Yashiro Commissioner at a hurried pace.

To be frank, it wasn't that he didn't want to find Ayato, he was actually quite worried about him.

However, he had been... nervous around the Yashiro Commissioner ever since a couple months ago when the bluenette saw Thoma dancing in the rain.

At first, he assumed it was out of embarrassment. And it was, partially.

But the one thing his mind kept focusing on was that brief moment when their lips ghosted upon each others.

And his feelings of excitement and affection whenever he thought about Ayato. Mysterious, beautiful Ayato.

Stop it, Thoma! You're doing it again. Focus on the task at hand. Where could he be.

Oh, wait, didn't he say just this morning that he was leaving to Kannazuka? He did say he'd be back by now...

•••

Ayato hated the rain.

He especially hated how the cold dripping water felt in contrast to the warm blood oozing out of the gashes in his stomach and arms.

He rolled over, attempting to stand up, but could only manage a feeble pull across the ground before he dropped down again.

The electro in the air is making it worse...

After a bit of struggling, the blue haired man managed to crawl up to a small shack.

This was not how this was supposed to go down...

•••

It was actually supposed to be a small excursion, an outing with no other purpose than to deal with some idiots claiming they could take down the Yashiro Commissioner.

Normally, these matters would be taken care of by the Shuumatsuban, but it had been so long since he had been there to make the vagrants squirm in person...