Imagine Book 2 (Requests Welcome)

A Night in Kyoto- Yasaka (High School DxD)

As requested by RcMmCr! Fem Y/N.

The air was thick with the scent of cherry blossoms and the quiet power of Kyoto's ancient history. Under the light of a full moon, the garden surrounding Yasaka's temple glowed with an ethereal beauty, every leaf and petal basking in a silvery glow. The silence felt sacred, broken only by the soft rustle of feathers as Y/N's wings shifted slightly behind her. She folded them neatly, red feathers shimmering under the moonlight as she stood before the temple's steps, her heart racing despite her usual calm.

Yasaka stepped forward, her golden eyes shining softly as they met Y/N's gaze. The gentle kitsune leader exuded a sense of peace and strength that Y/N had never quite been able to resist. Yasaka's serene beauty, cloaked in elegance and a quiet power, held Y/N spellbound as the woman approached with a slight smile.

"Thank you for coming, Y/N," Yasaka said, her voice low and warm, each word wrapping around Y/N like a blanket. "It's rare to find a moment of calm like this, and I thought you might enjoy a walk here with me before we discuss more... serious matters."

Y/N nodded, struggling to keep her composure. "I'm honored, Yasaka. This place is..." She took a breath, looking around at the garden with newfound appreciation. "Beautiful."

Yasaka's smile deepened. "I'm glad you think so. It's said that Kyoto carries the spirit of all who protect it. Tonight, it feels stronger than ever."

They began walking along a stone path, the soft crunch of gravel beneath their feet blending with the hum of the evening. The night sky stretched endlessly above them, stars scattered like lantern lights illuminating their path. For a while, they spoke about their duties, the recent conflicts threatening Kyoto, and the delicate balance Yasaka was constantly striving to maintain between the worlds.

But Yasaka could sense the way Y/N's gaze drifted, her eyes lingering on Yasaka a second too long each time she looked away. Yasaka stopped, turning to her companion with a curious tilt of her head.

"You've been quieter than usual tonight," Yasaka said softly, her eyes shimmering with an unreadable emotion. "Is something on your mind, Y/N?"

Y/N felt a rush of warmth to her cheeks. Her heart pounded faster, and she wasn't sure if it was the tranquil night, Yasaka's ethereal presence, or her own suppressed emotions that finally broke the silence. She forced herself to meet Yasaka's gaze, her voice barely more than a whisper.

"I... it's just..." She hesitated, her wings twitching instinctively in response. "I didn't expect someone like you to notice me, much less want to spend a moment like this together."

A small chuckle escaped Yasaka's lips, and she reached out, her fingers brushing lightly against Y/N's arm. "And what makes you think that, my dear?"

Y/N's breath hitched at the touch, her feathers rustling as if responding to Yasaka's gentle presence. "You're the leader of Kyoto's Youkai, wise and revered. I'm just someone with sharp feathers and a knack for trouble."

Yasaka smiled, taking a step closer until they were standing barely inches apart. "You underestimate yourself, Y/N. I see so much more than what's on the surface. You are strength and kindness, boldness and restraint, all woven together. Those feathers of yours—" She reached out, touching a feather with the same gentleness one might reserve for a delicate flower. "They're beautiful... and yet, they're capable of so much."

Y/N shivered at the contact, her wings flexing slightly. "They're not as refined as your abilities. You've mastered a calmness I can't even imagine having."

Yasaka's smile softened, her gaze turning distant for a brief moment. "Calmness, yes, but it's a hard-won skill. Behind every strength lies vulnerability, Y/N. And you..." She hesitated, then placed a gentle hand over Y/N's, her warmth radiating through the cool night air. "You remind me of the balance between freedom and restraint. Like a feather dancing on the wind but always knowing exactly where it belongs."

Y/N's heart raced, her breath catching in her throat. There was something in Yasaka's eyes—something tender and intense, an emotion she couldn't quite name but felt pulling her in deeper.

"Yasaka..." Y/N whispered, unsure of what to say next. But before she could continue, Yasaka leaned forward, her face close enough that Y/N could feel her warm breath.

"I admire you, Y/N," Yasaka murmured. "You've shown me that even in a life filled with duty and sacrifice, there are moments worth holding on to." Her hand moved to cup Y/N's cheek, her touch feather-light yet charged with an unspoken emotion. "Perhaps... you're the reminder I needed to let myself feel again."

Overwhelmed by Yasaka's confession, Y/N felt a surge of courage. She raised her own hand to rest over Yasaka's, her fingers trembling as they touched the soft skin of the kitsune leader's hand. "Yasaka... I... I've admired you for so long. But it was never just admiration. I care for you, more than I can explain."

Yasaka's expression softened further, a flicker of surprise crossing her face before it melted into a look of understanding. "And I care for you, Y/N. More deeply than I have allowed myself to admit."

They stood there, suspended in the quiet magic of the night, neither one willing to break the fragile, beautiful tension between them. Yasaka's hand slowly moved from Y/N's cheek to rest against her shoulder, her golden gaze filled with warmth and sincerity.

"Y/N... you've become a part of my world, in ways I didn't foresee. Perhaps it's foolish of me to feel this way, given everything we must face, but I don't want to ignore it anymore." Yasaka's voice was soft but resolute, each word weighted with truth.

Y/N's lips curved into a shy smile, her own hand reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair from Yasaka's face. "Then let's not ignore it," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Even if it's only for this moment, let's be here, just us."

Yasaka's eyes shone with an emotion Y/N could only describe as pure affection. In a gesture that felt both natural and daring, Yasaka leaned in, her lips brushing softly against Y/N's in a kiss as tender as a summer breeze.

Y/N closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of Yasaka's lips, the faint scent of cherry blossoms clinging to her, grounding her in this surreal, perfect moment. She responded with equal gentleness, her wings unfurling slightly in response, the feathers trembling in harmony with her own heart.

When they finally pulled away, Yasaka kept her hand on Y/N's shoulder, her gaze filled with a quiet intensity. "You are extraordinary, Y/N," she murmured. "Never doubt your worth in this world, not with me by your side."

Y/N felt a surge of confidence and warmth, the weight of her own insecurities lifting, if only a little. "Thank you, Yasaka. For seeing me."

They shared a final, lingering look before Yasaka stepped back, though the connection between them remained as strong as ever. The night continued around them, but Y/N knew that something had changed, a quiet promise forged in the glow of the moon and the gentle embrace of the woman she had come to cherish.