This story is about the birth and development of the best friendship between Donghua Dijun and his little fox.
In my re-imagined story, I am attempting to give our beloved leads a genuine chance at love with their own thoughts, behaviors, and desir...
"You're all grown up, little one," he said as she sat down before him. She smiled. "Had it not been for the birthmark on your forehead, I'm not sure I would have recognized you."
"You still look the same," she replied "but how come you don't have your horns on? I was disappointed you didn't show them off at court," she pouted.
He laughed. A lot of time had passed but she was still both innocent and mischievous as he remembered. "You know I only show up in my complete true form in the Demon Realm. It's not polite for me to show my horns in other realms."
She nodded. "I think you should get to be yourself wherever you are. But that's why you never showed them in Qing Qiu." She smiled, "but you showed me once," she whispered.
He smiled at the memory. "Yes, I did, but only because you begged me and then threatened to sit in the rain, instead of coming under the wooden gazebo. You were only a little kit then, your fur wasn't thick enough, so I was afraid you'd catch pneumonia."
He reflected on the moment he had his horns appear on his forehead. She wasn't even scared. She actually put her paws on his shoulder and used her little fox nose to sniff them.
"Why weren't you scared?"
"You mean of your horns?" She thought for a moment and then pointed to her own forehead. "I have something that makes me different, too."
Feng Jiu and Li Jing both remembered the times where he had come to Qing Qiu hoping to see her aunt Bai Qian who was then under the identity of Si Yin, Kun Lun's seventeenth disciple. He had come numerous times, always waiting but she'd never come out to see him.
The one time she did, she had made it clear that from then on, they were to be strangers. When he had waited those many times hoping to either catch a glimpse of her leaving the fox den or hoping she'd come out to talk, a little kit would emerge from out of the foliage to sit by him. Feng Jiu had not fully understood why this man was so sad but she intuitively knew that he mourned for something or someone. He had lost something.
Over time she learned that Li Jing was waiting for her Gugu. Being too young to completely understand the full dynamics of the situation, she would often just sit and play with her sticks at his feet to keep him company. He'd pet her and sometimes she'd climb into his lap to provide a snuggle or to let him absent-mindedly stroke her fur. Sometimes she would be with him in her immortal form, a girl who looked no older than an 8 or 9 year old child. He would collect leaves and make her different animals.
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She hadn't seen him in about 15,000 years. They would have never guessed that the next time they'd see each other was in the Nine Heavens. He was now the Ghost Lord, the ruler of the Demon Realm, and she would be the future Queen of Qing Qiu.
