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And how could anyone hear you anyway? Not when the silence had already won. This total, crushing emptiness. Not even with time itself. 

Seconds seemed to bleed into minutes, and minutes into hours. Without the steady anchor of the clock, time itself seemed to lose all form. And, ‘conveniently’ enough, you had completely forgotten your watch. Which was great. Fantastic, even. Especially since your phone had just died right after you texted Pierrot to come keep you company on the walk back. It was infuriating, really — you could have sworn it was charging during your shift and sitting on a whole battery.

…

But how long had it been since you two had left your workplace at the cafe? 

Several minutes at least? An hour, perhaps? 

Despite the uncertainty, your voice finally returned to you after what seemed like years of heavy, numb silence. 

It was the first time you’d spoken since the walk back to your apartment began, but neither you nor Pierrot minded the quiet until now. Between you and the red clown, silence was something that comfortably settled into the spaces where conversation didn’t need to exist. After all, Pierrot seemed quite content simply walking beside you, leaving you free to occupy yourself with listening to the rhythm of your footsteps against the cool pavement. 

Or at least, that’s what you had hoped. 

The day had been far too long to worry too much about that right now. 

Long enough for your shoulders to grow stiff and sore from scrubbing dried coffee stains from tables that had seen loads of impatient customers, your fingers to wrinkle from rinsing sticky pitchers once filled with steamed milk, and for the smell of roasted espresso beans to settle stubbornly into your clothes.

And as the day stretched onward, the cafe had started to slowly empty itself into the night. 

One by one, chairs had been lifted onto tables, floors swept clean of sugar packets and crumbs, pastry displays emptied, and every receipt tucked neatly away after counting the cash drawer twice to make certain nothing came up short. And before you forgot to do so, the trash bags were tied up tightly before being hauled out in the back, where the leftover stale coffee grounds mingled with soaked pieces of cardboard and who-knows-what-else since people tended to throw away anything they didn’t want to carry around in their pockets. 

And during your shift, Nathaniel, your boss, had caught you rubbing your eyes more than once.   

“You’ve done enough,” he said in a firm, yet gentle voice. “I can finish locking up. Just…”

Giving you a sympathetic smile, he patted you once on the back.

“Go home and rest.”

Looking around the cafe one last time, you checked everything. 

Counters wiped. 

Floors swept.

Machines cleaned.

Lights dimmed.

Good. 

Everything seemed to be in its place.

Jingling the keys between his fingers, Nathaniel made his way towards the door, opening it for you.

“Have a good night,” he called out.

Making sure that you gathered all your stuff, you glanced back over your shoulder.

“You too.”

___

And now the concrete beneath your shoes felt like ice. 

Streetlights that loomed above the two of you buzzed with a low, mechanical hum, casting a jaundiced glow that barely pierced the heavy night air. Around their glass casings, a few moths danced a frantic waltz, their fragile wings tapping against the hot metal as if trying to become one with the light itself. And, underneath one of these lights, your body decided to come to a halt. Every few seconds, the dying bulb above you would stammer, plunging the pavement into darkness before snapping back to life with a harsh, suffocating hiss. 

Just a few feet behind you, swallowed by the dense, impenetrable shadow where the light failed to reach, Pierrot stood.

Somewhere during the walk with him, your hands had drifted apart.

Neither of you had verbally acknowledged it at first, but the moment your fingers slipped from his, the clown’s pace faltered. With his hand suspended in the air, his claws twitched ever so slightly as if trying to catch the fading warmth of your skin before he sadly dropped his arm to his side. He adjusted his stride, lingering a few feet behind you.

Close enough that he could shield you, but far enough to respect the sudden distance you had created. 

Swallowing back the heavy knot of anxiety beginning to form in his throat, he could feel his smile start to drop.

It shouldn’t be a big deal, right? Hopefully? Maybe? He forced his broad shoulders to square, desperately trying to project the confidence of the protector he was supposed to be rather than the insecurity of someone that was abandoned. You had asked for his company tonight, and not anyone else’s. You trusted him enough to get you through the dark, and he refused to ruin that by making you feel pressured or anything like that. 

Besides, tonight was a rare gift. It was one of the circus’ few nights planned without a performance, as Jester wanted to do some, in his words, “preparations.” Tomorrow night, however, the circus would swell with the crowds once more, eager to laugh, scream, and applaud until their hands stung. He would be back on stage then, ready to return with yet another knife throwing act.

But tonight belonged to you, and so you were his own priority for the time being.

His golden eyes softened while looking at you, being content just to watch. 

You were safe with him. He would make sure of it.

Nothing could ever come to harm you. 

After all, the late night walks home always carried a vulnerable edge.

But tonight?

The familiar route you’ve always taken through the middle of the empty streets felt…

Off. Somehow. 

The word, 'vulnerable,' seemed too light to use in a situation like this. 

The shadows seemed longer, the air too still. 

Pierrot’s instincts flared; his face hardened, the soft look in his golden eyes vanishing as they turned into slits, carefully scanning around the perimeter and cutting through everything. The darkened sky above. The hazy streetlights. The gloomy storefronts. Every crook and cranny that surrounded the two of you. Every window and door alike. He wanted to pull you close against the creeping unease of the environment, tightly wrap his arms around your shoulders, and press you against his chest while the bottom of his chin rested on the top of your head — but he hesitated. Staring at your turned back, he didn’t want to startle you. He had already done that once before, so he didn’t want to do that again after hearing how your heart seemed to be running a hundred miles at the time. 

Taking a deep, steadying breath to smooth the tension from his features, and, with your back still turned, Pierrot took some time to scan the rest of the environment before deciding to speak up. 

Trash cans lined the curb, filled to the brim with an awful amount of junk. Crushed soda cans, dirtied napkins, sticky wads of gum, and the distinctive coffee cups from your workplace is what made it up. Apart from that, crumpled flyers promoting the Circus of Horrors, the same ones that the Fools were promoting very eagerly in the daytime with their exaggerated whispers and tall tales, were stuffed carelessly into the waste. They were plastered everywhere, so it only made sense that some would end up in the bin.

Yet, for some reason, the air above the garbage was dead; no flies buzzed around the filth, no rats fed off the scraps inside, and not a single stray cat rummaged through it.

But that wasn’t the only thing. 

Long rows of parked cars filled the sides of the street, being far more than usual because of the circus’ massive popularity. Yet, despite the amount of vehicles, the sidewalks were bare of people. Nobody was around partying, laughing, or walking to their doors. 

Strange.

Usually, at this late hour, a couple of stray cars would’ve passed the two of you; people drove late because of odd work hours or travelers racing against time crunches on a long distance trip. Tonight, however, the streets were entirely starved of motion. It felt empty despite the amount of stuff surrounding the two of you; towering brick buildings, dark apartment complexes, and tightly packed houses.

But the city didn’t feel like it had fallen asleep.

It just felt like it…stopped for a moment or two. 

His eyes returned to you before he decided to speak up. He had a rule to follow, after all. Pierrot couldn’t risk it.

“Yes, my dear…?” 

Then, with caution, or perhaps a spark of curiosity, he took a step forwards, his head slightly tilting to the side as he tried to catch a glimpse of your shadowed face. He wasn’t quite sure what it was you wanted to talk to him about, but he assumed it was about the seemingly daunting distance between your workplace at the cafe and your apartment. Since it was so late at night, Pierrot thought you were merely worried about your safety, completely forgetting that he had been there to protect you every single step of the way.

“I believe we are almost to your home,” he had started off, voice growing just a little louder than a whisper so you could hear him properly. “So do not worry, there is no need to be afraid while I am with you.”

You remained facing forward.

Then you spoke again.

“You said you would love me no matter what, right?”

…

What?

The question caught him a little off guard, snapping him out of his comforting assurances towards you as he almost frowned at the thought of you believing otherwise. 

“...I did,” he replied in a somewhat stunned tone. 

Absentmindedly, his fingers found a strand of white hair, twisting it before his voice dropped into a breathless, racing cadence.

“I meant every word.”

He took a step forward.

“I meant it with every fiber of my being.”

Another step. 

“No matter the circumstances…”

Another. 

He was getting closer to you.

His hand drifted to his opposite sleeve, fidgeting for a second before falling back to his side again.

“…”

Closer. 

“…We were always meant to be together.”

His voice became little more than a hushed whisper, hands reaching towards one of your own to gently hold it now that he had closed the distance between you two.

“It was like fate itself orchestrated our meeting. Destiny, even. The universe deliberately brought us together, crossing our paths where our very souls would connect to become one altogether…”

As the words tumbled out, his gentle grip on your hand seemed to tighten. The manic energy of his pure and utter devotion towards you pulsed through his fingers, claws beginning to dig into your wrist and pressing firmly against your skin. Not hard to make you bleed, but enough for you to feel the pressure behind it. Behind your back, his massive body loomed close, eclipsing you from the light above. If you were to turn around right now, your face would be a mere inch away from bumping into him. 

“I could feel it the very moment my eyes found yours that day — a sudden burst, no, a sudden rush in my heart, body, and mind, that I was entirely meant for you…a-a-as you were meant for me…!”

The clown was unraveling right behind you, completely consumed by the sheer force of his feelings. A hot red flush flooded his cheeks, darkening the mask he wore. His brilliant golden eyes began to dilate, pupils expanding until they nearly swallowed the irises whole. His smile grew too, stretching wide across his face into a terrifying ecstatic grin full of razor sharp teeth. The intense, overwhelming weight of his presence pressed against your back; you could feel his chest and shoulders begin to shake with a manic tremor, heart pounding so violently against his ribs that the heavy sound of it practically vibrated through your spine.

Thump thump.

Thump thump. 

“There was something…something…running through my veins, screaming at me that my very existence up until that point had found another piece of myself…”

Thump thump.

Thump thump. 

“We - we weren’t just two individuals walking down a dark street together! Instead, we were two halves of the same design, bound by something greater than ourselves.”

He leaned in closer to where you could feel his breath skim the back of your neck. 

“If I had to, my dear, I would do anything you asked me to. Anything. Existing without you wouldn’t be living at all, it would…”

Thump thump.

Thump —

…

He paused, snapping out of something. 

Your body, once as still as a statue, flinched.

A wave of regret crashed over Pierrot, breaking him out of his trance as he realized how his excitement could be seen as something frightening.

Dropping heavily to his knees behind you, his expression shifted into one of dreadful concern and self-awareness.

“I - sorry! F- forgive me, please, I - I - I didn’t mean to — I wouldn’t…” He stammered, beginning to get himself worked up again. “I didn’t mean to…”

The silence returned again. 

A minute passed.

The once towering figure shrank down, resting his forehead against your arm while he looked down, trying to calm himself down. Desperate to ensure that you felt safe, despite his earlier behavior, he moved his hands away from yours entirely. They balled up into fists as he placed them into his lap. 

From his position on the ground, his voice returned again to that same breathless whisper. 

“I...”

It took some time, but the clown finally finished what he wanted to say to you.

“…I’ll always love you. Never forget that.”

Letting his dramatic confession hang in the air for a second, your posture still remained rigidly fixed towards the empty street ahead.

Neither of you moved.

Above, the streetlight continued to buzz off and on again.

“...Tell me then.” You whispered, your flat, monotone voice cutting straight through the sincerity of his words. 

He paused.

The light above you blinked once.

“If your ‘love’ for me is as true as you claim for it to be…”

Twice.

And then…

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Human form Kurama with a sweet s/o

🟧Freedom is something Kurama has rarely tasted, being sealed from one person in the other and hated and feared for the power he possessed, automatically harming the jinchuriki holding him as well. What can he expect from humans though? They’re silly, little creatures who only want to be in control of him and that didn’t change until Naruto came along and saw him as an ally, a friend. After the ninja war Kurama was finally able to live outside someone’s body and he took that offer, Naruto accepting and supporting his decision which earned him even more Kurama’s friendship.

🟧He’s a massive amount of chakra so he surely is able to craft it and change his monstrous body into the one of a human, a body that seemingly fits in. Kurama…is iffy about living under humans though, he does not trust humanity completely yet and he is sure that there are still people who will fear him. He prefers living more isolated anyways and casts his human form away as soon as he is out in the woods again. This small body, despite being filled to the brim with deadly power, is strange and peculiar and Kurama is not too fond of it. He prefers his fox form, careful to stay away from society to not have his peace disturbed though. Even in his human form he still tends to stick out, the aura around him giving him away. He is certainly a pretty man, Naruto jokes occasionally that he might become popular under the ladies if he were to be a little bit more social.

🟧He visits Naruto every now and then, otherwise chooses to keep himself hidden. That changes after he gets to know s/o. They made a certainly interesting first impression on the fox, approaching him completely fearlessly and talking to him for once like a normal human being, the furthest thing he was. You see, Kurama is used by now to have people staring warily at him, whispering behind his back though he hears everything with his keen senses and acting a little bit skittish around him. He isn’t surprised, he’s a big, bad fox after all, the monster in fairy tales and it’s a too sudden change for people to see him in the same light Naruto is being seen. The fox is sure some people still want him sealed away, he’s too dangerous in their eyes to be left walking around freely.

🟧This little human there had guts though, not once showing any signs of discomfort or nervousness despite him being a tight-lipped person during the whole conversation, red eyes silently yet sharply judging. He’s not a trusting individual, he won’t hand his trust over that easily. The past hasn’t allowed him that kind of luxury and he does not know what your intentions are yet. He tolerates you at your first meeting as best, though pushing you away once you started to get on his nerves in a slightly rude way.

🟧You are persistent though, getting in contact with him the next time he came over, once again interacting with him in a way he was not used to be interacted with. Asking him questions on how he was doing, apologizing for the behavior of other people and going as far as offering him help if he needed some. It left Kurama a little bit speechless at first, especially after s/o gave him a sincere and caring smile he had so far only seen on Naruto’s face. That moved something inside Kurama’s chest, he hid the warmth in his heart and the embarrassment of acting so out of style as good as he could afterwards though.

🟧The tailed beast starts warming up to you after a while though, opening slowly up more to you and allowing you to take a little bit of his time. Naruto is glad that Kurama seems to make a friend so he is willing to help to nurse this new bond as much as he can without pressuring his friend or you. That isn’t really needed though as things progress well on their own, with Kurama looking forward to seeing you and you always surprising him newly with your gentle nature. There is never any accusation or sign of discrimination against him, not a single glance that hints that you don’t trust him. You look at him as if he is a person, a precious one and there is always this oddly bubbly sensation within his stomach whenever he gets lost into that warm look of yours.

🟧He starts visiting more frequently to see you and spend time with you, days spend without you suddenly appearing to be so empty and colorless. The fox is as mischievous as his species is said to be because he dumped Naruto a couple of times just to seek you out instead. The scent of yours is engraved in his brain and he always tracks you down somehow, no matter where you are. The blonde pouts a bit whenever his old friend ditches him, but he is also thrilled to see how close Kurama has become to another human, willingly dedicating time, his time, into you. As kind as his darling is, once they found out that Kurama neglected his friend a few times for them, they ended up dragging Kurama to Naruto so those two still have their time. They share a close bond and history together after all and even if Kurama isn’t too happy at first, he begrudgingly gives in after a while. He even showed darling once his real form with a heavy fear inside his stomach that they might be terrified once they see his other form, but they weren’t. It only drew him closer, he was moved.

🟧It starts very subtly and even Kurama is left in the darkness for a longer while. Human emotions are above him, he never felt love before. Hatred, wrath and bitterness accompanied him for the biggest part of his life, this ticklish and flattering feeling inside his chest is new. He only knows that he always looks for you whenever he visits Konoha, by now multiple times a week where he even stays overnight, his head is filled with thoughts of you and this pleasant tingling appears whenever he catches as much as a whisk of your sweet scent, head instantly turning in the direction he detects it from. He’s being pulled in like a moth without even realizing it at first and the fact that he has such an oblivious friend doesn’t help much either. The growing touchiness, the increasing jealousy and possessiveness all pass over his head.

🟧Kurama isn’t exactly slow either, it just takes him a bit before he eventually comes to a realization that knocks the air out of his lungs. It’s unexpected for him, he never considered that he would want a mate, a human to top it, but here he is. Intoxicated in the loveliest way with a human he would kill for to protect them, to keep them safe and to cherish them with a newfound fondness and affection he didn’t know he could express. As much as he is happy with this feeling though, he is to a extent just as much distraught. You have shown him that you see him as a friend, something he doesn’t see as enough anymore. But how would you react if he would confess that he loves you? How was he even supposed to confess? He has prided himself so far as always being able to take care of himself and solve everything on his own, his own uselessness is highly frustrating.

🟧He would like to ask Naruto for help, knows that his friend is an idiot sometimes though and worried Naruto might do something that might make you uncomfortable and embarrass him so he keeps it a secret as good as he can. His self-control slips here and there though, to his even bigger embarrassment. He dreads the days that he can’t watch over you, with or without you knowing, and instead resorts to clinging on the things that carry your smell on it. It offers mild comfort and soothes him enough to not lose his mind a bit. He’s welcome in your house at this rate, he spent nights there as well and he’s always thrilled when he is able to do so. Your scent is just everywhere, heaven for him, and he gets to be with you the whole time the moment you come home. Kurama simply trails behind you the whole time, comparable to a lost puppy.

🟧The worst moments are those he smells the scent of others on you or sees how close some people tend to get to you. He’s somewhat entitled, he has already decided and whilst he has yet to work for the courage to confess, he will scare away competition. Without losing his dignity if he could have it his way, he can’t hide his animalistic side that well though nor the way he sometimes transforms a bit when someone really tries their luck. Low and guttural growls are rumbling somewhere deep within his chest, his sharp teeth are gnawing harshly against each other to the point where it feels like he’ll break them and his growing nails are digging into his palm all in an attempt to hold himself back a bit. Dear lord, do him the favor of at least removing the scent. It’s an intimate thing for him and having someone else’s smell all over you agitates him more than you would know.

🟧It’s either that his overzealous friend helps him or he confesses out of pure desperation to just stop growling left and right to keep rivals away. He’s bracing himself inwardly for a rejection, not a harsh one but one where you simply say that you don’t feel the same, but that never happens. Instead you admit that you feel the same and it knocks the air out of his lungs for the second time. There’s a tornado of emotions inside of him and he needs a bit before he snaps out of it and just embraces his sweet darling mate to finally leave his scent all over them for everyone to know.

🟧He starts feeling smug afterwards, not shy to show that darling is now officially his. He’s handsy now that he knows that he can be and he has in public always a hand somewhere on your body, glaring already at anyone who looks for too long. Naruto quickly turns to the leader of the ship club, eager as he is wanting to give tips to Kurama about a relationship. The council and the Hokage bend curiously forward as well, not having expected this rather interesting development. They would be wise not to plan anything, especially the council, since Kurama will fight with teeth and claws to protect darling and the life he wants to have with them and that is meant in an utterly literal sense. Many other step up for the relationship as well.

🟧He leaves his scent all over you and your house, let him satisfy his basic needs. As soon as you were outside and his scent has faded away or he detects another one on you? He is already in the process of trapping you within his arms to rub his scent all over you again. Whilst not admitting it out of pride at first, he’s putty when his s/o takes him in their arms and strokes the strands of his hair. He’s surprisingly touch-starved and takes chances to have darling for himself whenever he can. When he’s alone with you, he transform partially as well, growing ears and his tails to end up tickling you with them a bit. He’s sensitive on those areas though and he purred the first time when you scratched behind his ear, only to start moments later flushing a light pink out of embarrassment and shock. He still demands for darling to do it again, they’re the only ones he allows to do so to begin with. When darling is already at scratching him behind his ears and showing him affection, he mostly nuzzles his face against darling’s neck to take in their scent.