crimsonmischief | 001 || Of Arrivals and Introductions

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001 || Of Arrivals and Introductions

[The handwriting appearing across the page was a messy scrawl, one that you would perhaps see from a scientist, if said scientist was forced to take up calligraphy lessons because someone had gotten tired of trying to decipher his illegible scribbles. The lessons were perhaps not a success in the conventional sense as the handwriting was far from elegant, but at least people could now actually read what was being written.]

I must say that hatching out of a cocoon is not something I’ve ever experienced before, or at least, it’s not something I think I’ve ever experienced before~! I’m not sure if I would ever want to be born in such a way again. Once makes for an interesting experience, more than that makes for…

[Some ink splotches appeared on the page as the writer tapped the pen absent-mindedly while searching for the phrase he wanted.]

A bad habit! And one must be careful not to accumulate too many of them~

To the dearest Dash-kun who was there to greet the newborn me and explain this extraordinary world, you have Crimson’s thanks~♥! As for the rest of you... Won’t you come introduce yourself to your newest neighbor~?

Assuming of course, that this journal does really work as it's been said to work.

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She held her false expression even as he faltered, worry clear on his face. But he recovered quickly enough, wrapping a piece of her hair around his finger.

Her own fake upset was dropped in favor of a grin and a short chuckle. "And now you're calling me lazy? Really now. How rude."

She had no illusions about this being easy; she'd had two years to get used to being without him, and rebuilding and rediscovering their relationship would take considerable effort. But it was nothing she wasn't willing to do.

"Ah! It wasn't my intention, but you have my apologies anyways~♥"

Part of him was frustrated even as he was elated about having read her correctly. How else could he describe that feeling of vexation coiling in the pit of his stomach whenever he responded to her without even realizing why he was doing so? When he felt such a strong bond between them but didn't have the memories that lead to it? She was familiar, yet unfamiliar and he greatly disliked that feeling.

"I suppose I can forgive you," she said, still smiling up at him. It was the oddest thing; part of her wanting to latch onto him even as the rest insisted on keeping him at arm's length while she accustomed herself to his being there.

Odd, yes, but not completely unfamiliar. She'd adjust, as she always did.

"By the way," she said, as the thought suddenly occurred to her. "I don't publicize my transformation ability, so keep it to yourself. Only a few other people know about it."

Unsurprised by her request, Crimson merely pulled the brim of his hat down over his eyes and smirked at her.

"Ah, Bastet-san wounds me with such unfavorable thoughts of my discretion!"

She smirked right back at him, raising an eyebrow. "Who knew you were so easily wounded?" she drawled. "Maybe I overestimated your fortitude."

"They can be rather fragile, especially when faced with a beautiful woman~♥"

"Are you sure you want to share your weak spots like that?" she asked. "Some people aren't above taking advantage."

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"Oh, I don't think I'd mind being taken advantage of by beautiful women~!"

Quite the opposite really.

"I'll remind you of that the first time you complain," she replied, amused.

Her expression faded to something pensive, and she hesitated before speaking next. "You're welcome over here whenever you like," she said. "My roommate," her eyes darkened briefly, "disappeared about a month ago so you don't have to worry about bothering anyone else."

Part of her wondered why she wasn't just moving him in outright...but that old wariness wouldn't allow it, using distance to keep herself safe. It's not that she didn't trust him...she just needed time to adjust.

The silly grin didn't falter, but he did briefly cup her face with one hand, a silent form of comfort as he seemed to automatically pick up on her look and brief flash of worry and sadness.

"And I'll remind you of your generous invitation when you decide to kick me out for visiting one too many times~!"

The brief touch was reassuring, and her smile steadied. "Try to give me at least a week or so before I regret it, hm?"

Once again he'd read her, effortlessly; this was really going to take some getting used to.

"A whole week?!" He looked aghast at the thought. "What a cruel mistress to deprive me of your company..."

"Oh?" she grinned. "I didn't say you couldn't come over--just give me a week before I regret letting you."

He heaved a sigh. "Still very cruel, for I would have to limit my visits to be able to reach your request of one week."

"Actually, you'd just have to behave somewhat while you were here." She gave him an innocent look. "Which apparently didn't occur to you at all."

Crimson seemed to consider that idea for the first time before pouting. "But that takes so much effort!"

"So...you are saying I'm not worth the effort, then." She heaved a deep sigh, then flopped onto her couch, curling her legs beneath her.

"Ah!" His arms flailed slightly in exaggerated worry before he knelt down besides her. "Would you really want me to behave myself?"

She tilted her head as he knelt next to the couch, looking amused. "So you're saying you wouldn't, then?"

Without thinking, she reached out and lightly pressed a finger to the tip of his nose, a small, affectionate gesture.

He scrunched up his nose before grinning up at her, slightly cross-eyed because of her finger.

"Well... I'd try for you~♥!"

And still fail, within ten minutes. If she got lucky.

"Mm," she said, still smiling. She hadn't lost the smile for a while now, and she couldn't remember the last time that had been the case.

It wasn't like she never laughed or enjoyed herself, but knowing he was here--as an actual resident, despite the risk of disappearance--was enough to warm and reassure her beyond anything else she could remember.

"Haaah. I suppose we'll see then, hm?"

He continued to smile up at her, obviously content where he was, but his expression quickly made way for the beginnings of confusion as he focused more on the finger on his nose, definitely cross-eyed now.

"Ah, Bastet-san... Why do you feel like a warm summer breeze...?"

She pulled back her finger, snickering at his crossed eyes. "Do I, now?"

While Blood and Kiba and Toushi seemed to have no concept of the idea of suppressing their energy, Bastet normally kept hers banked out of habit. But right now, anyone could track her if they were so inclined; she wasn't trying to remain hidden.

She released her control just a little, allowing her pressure to build in the room. The warmth he'd mentioned deepened and darkened, hinting at the greater power she kept in check.

"And now," she asked. "Do you feel the difference?"

Eyes slipping shut, Crimson leaned in towards her slightly, seeming to be drawn towards the energy emanating from her. This too, he recognized, though he distinctly remembered the energy he sensed in his dream to be much stronger, heavier, sharper. Then again, they had seemed to be sparring.

"Mhmm... It's warmer and stronger..." Gray eyes peered up at her. "What is it exactly?"

She watched him carefully, ready to stop talking at the first sign of discomfort from him. "It's called reiatsu," she said. "The physical pressure caused by someone's spiritual energy."

Crimson hadn't even been here a day yet; no need to rush into giving him too much information.

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