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• Kenma Kozume!
Kenma's gasp broke the silence around him, white covers flew off of his body, panicked—He'd wandered the velvet walls that surrounded him.
Pacing around long halls, short, sandy hair came into view just as the curtains blew apart.
"Hello...?" Kenma called out, timidness lingering in his voice.
Reluctant on stepping forward, he tightened his fists and extended his hand out to the white curtains.
They spread open, and a joyous face reveals himself, "You're probably looking for your Guide," Yaku grabs Kenma's arm, leading him to the balcony, and he points downwards.
(Y/n) sat crisscrossed around marigold flowers, cats of many colors rubbing against her or they had curled up for the day beside her.
"So that's the Star god?" Kenma knit his brows together, "I was in weapon form and couldn't notice..."
Yaku slams his open hand on Kenma's back, "Your awareness will get better to serve (Y/n)," He brings his hands to his hips, "If anything you'll be getting stronger together."
"So don't get so overwhelmed yet."
His feline eyes twinkled at the thought of becoming the ultimate weapon, nonetheless for the Star god.
'I'm going to serve a god...Someone who controls the stars...!'
Kenma turned with a proud foot, excitement weighing on his head as he held his head a few degrees higher than usual.
A shiver ran through his spine before making it out the arched door frame, as if a spider ran up his spine at lightning speed.
"What set you off this time?" Yaku snaps his fingers as a ray of light like a tentacle brings him a glass of lemonade with a pink straw and an umbrella.
He stiffly turned around to the Ruler of the sun, the setting sun illuminated in Kenma's golden eyes. "What if—My first impression gets me disowned..."
"Psh, like that would happen." He snaps his wrist. "(Y/n) needsa spirit right now after these many years."
Yaku places a hand beneath his jaw, "Has it been a millenniumnow, two even..." He murmurs to himself, watching the orange hues emitting from the sun.
Kenma raised a brow, "Has she been alone for a thousand years?" He quietly said.
"—Catch her while you can, she's starting to walk away." His eyes began to droop as Kenma made a run for it.
