Intertwined Destiny

Chapter 14: An Omega's Distress

Chapter 14: An Omega's Distress

Himuro had began his day finding himself entangled in the warm embrace of the ogre, one who was nicknamed the Guardian of Yosen. Himuro had sighed. He wedged himself free from the ogre's grasps, had stepped into the cold-tiled bath house. To his dismay, his chambermaids had been waiting for him, had undressed him and bathed him. Himuro had cursed under his breath as the chambermaids had their way with him. Bathing him in the most fragrant waters and soap, dressing him in the finest kimono. The pendant with the Murasakibara insignia had clung loosely around his neck. Himuro sighed as he wandered around the palace of Yosen after his chambermaids were done fussing over his appearance. Himuro had never dreamt that one day he would become the wife of a spirit. He walked around the gardens, his hand was stretched over to the back of his shoulder. He fingered over the marred skin, where his mark was located. Even now, after almost a century, the gashing marks of his husband's teeth and claws were still evident on his skin. Himuro knew, the marks would never disappear.

He was the wife of the heir of the Murasakibara clan, Murasakibara Atsushi.

He had strolled around the gardens, had spotted the devil master's wife sitting on a bench, staring idly at the koi fishes in the pond. He fastened his steps, had walked over to Kuroko's side. Himuro had admired Kuroko's beauty upon meeting each other for the first time. His beauty had taken his breath away. He had admitted, Kuroko's beauty was rare, otherworldly, even among spirits. Kuroko who inherited the dormant genes of his ancestors, possess the divine characteristics of the Kuroko family. That ethereal appearance, pale complexion and the small, delicate figure had seemed to be godlike. Himuro would buy it if Akashi would announce that Kuroko was a descendant of the heavens one day.

"Good morning, Kuroko-kun." Himuro had greeted. "What are you doing in Yosen? Are you even allowed to be here?"

Kuroko had wore his usual insouciant expression. His reply was apathetic as usual. "Good morning, Himuro-kun. Are you lost? This is the gardens of Rakuzan." He had tilted his head to his left, was puzzled at Himuro's words. Himuro had took a quick glance around. Sure enough, just like Kuroko had said, it was the gardens of Rakuzan. Since Yosen was the nearest to Rakuzan, he must have walked right into Rakuzan territory without thinking. Himuro had noted the chains binding Kuroko's legs. It must've been Akashi's doing. What an uncharitable thing to do. Himuro had sighed. Kuroko didn't display any signs of disquiet feelings, nor harboring lamentations of being robbed from the capital of his hometown.

Although the were born during different times, they were omegas. The world's most delicate humans. "I'm not allowed outside Rakuzan." Kuroko gave a small chuckle, massaging his abdomen. Himuro had sat down next to Kuroko, joining him on the bench. The gardens were tranquil, a liberation from chaos and war. Himuro had wondered. Why do humans like to hurt each other? The contradicting freedom they seek, Himuro felt Kuroko would be the one who could cleanse the malice of humans. Kuroko would be capable of accomplishing a feat he had failed to do so. Kuroko possess the rare special ability that comes once in a millennium.

"Is that because of the master?" Himuro had questioned.

Kuroko had smiled as he flipped a page of the book in his hands. "Maybe so. I could've left if I have ever wanted to. Love, maybe? I didn't want to admit, to be honest. I've come to love the empire and the people here. I'm sure the people here would be saddened if I had left. I'm such a weak person." A breeze blew, blowing the pages of Kuroko's book. "It's okay for you to be yourself, Himuro. Don't fight with Murasakibara so much. He may not appear like it, deep down I'm sure he misses you. All those years, waiting patiently for your return. He appears to like you a lot."