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Nightmares were a common place thing between himself and Seto. While his own had lessened over time, though they were still so impactful when they happened, Seto's own nightmares still plagued his taller partner. Yuugi had been no stranger to the fears a nightmare often brought about, but when the brunette had one of his own - that had been a whole other story.

But then, it depended upon just what the dream was about.

It was one of those nights. The smaller male had woken up to the feel of jerking, and the ruffling of sheets. That's when he had woken up on alert and sat up, seeing the taller male in such a state of fear and anxiety.

Quickly, Yuugi had scooted closer, calling out the other's name softly before he reached for a hand and tugged it to rest upon his chest. Violets take in every bit of the brunette's expression, ❝Seto, can you feel that?❞ The smaller questioned, keeping the hand form against his chest, ❝We're safe. You're safe, and I'm safe.❞

❝What more will it take for you to understand, I'm right here?❞

Another conversation turned argument. A frustration was rising within the former spirit, trying to convey to the CEO just how real he was. When all else failed, a tanned hand reaches out to grasp Kaiba's and brings it to his chest resting right above where his heart lay. Beating, strong and healthy. Crimson hues look up at the other male, an emotion that he couldn't quite put to words was conveyed within those deep red hues.

   Where the hell was her brother at?! 

    Evie Frye could feel her frustrations with her brother rising. With a quick glance back, the assassin gave a soft grunt before she jumped, landing in one spot before dashing off to the next - evading each shot taken at her. The high whistling as the bullets flew through the air were her indication that she needed to find a place to hide, or at least lost the guys chasing her. 

    The woman glances up and around, gauging out any spot for an exit. She moved swiftly, dashing forward until she pushed off with her left foot and reached out for a ledge of the other building. Climbing up, the brunette hissed softly as the sound of radio crackled within her ear. Oh good, maybe it was her brother coming on to say that he was being a stupid idiot and he'd forgotten. When the voice had spoken, she couldn't help but to be relieved only to be told that he would not be showing up as their getaway. But someone else would be. 

Lovely. 

    The woman rolls her eyes and confirms the location to meet the getaway, turning off communications as focus now shifted on her safety and how to get out of the situation at hand. With a sharp turn, Evie hid along the shadows hoping this would help in covering her form while the persuers had gone straight. The rumbling roar of engine rumbled through the night, not too far from where she'd hidden - her sign that she was free to leave her hiding spot and head out to the vehicle. Jogging through the alley, she pauses a moment glancing both ways before taking off towards the car and slips inside before she's seen. 

 'I don't get you.' 

The daiyoukai simply stared at the other, facial expression unreadable for a time before he turns his attention elsewhere. It was within their nature to be blunt, to the point. The half-breed across from him had done a failed attempt at understanding Sesshomaru. The Western Lord remained silent, until his focus shifts back to his brother,  ❝Do you assume that my actions were in the wrong? ❞ Not that he really cared, much, for the hanyou's thoughts but, he had been mildly amused at the statement of 'getting' him. They had their ways of obtaining what they desired, and while InuYasha had not quite stooped to the levels that he himself had, he couldn't say that those actions were not without merit. 

There was only one who had understood him without words having to be said. Rin, his ward, just knew what to expect. for that, he was grateful. She understood he was Alpha, and Alpha were not to be questioned. No matter how questionable their motives, decisions or actions. 

     The daiyoukai had been wandering again, traveling by foot once more towards his homelands. Mokomoko curled along his shoulder and under his arm, Tensaiga settled at his hip. Rin following closely behind with Ah-Un and Jakken. Amber pools aware searching for movement of enemies that could be hiding anywhere around them, yet still calm as the demon strode. 

Upon the trail ahead there was a figure; a young boy - a lone slayer. Yet...he reeked of death. A single silver brow rose when he spoke, steps stopping as the demon lord now stood still. Long, silver hair flowing down his back, the stance non-threatening, yet still held his presence. ❝Yes.❞ Was all the man had to say, turning his head when he felt little hands grab at his hakama, prompting Sesshomaru to silently question the young girl. 

She'd wanted him to join them? 

Sigh. 

     The night before had been an extremely needed night. The girls had been relaxing after a long week, with Mai having come home to have a nice weekend off, kick uff her shoes and enjoy a drink with her girlfriend.  A wonderful night it had turned out to be, because it was the very first night they had actually gotten explicitly intimate. Not that the blonde minded at all, it was bound to happen at some point. When she'd woken up the next morning, she'd smiled a genuine smile at the memories. She hadn't wanted to wake Anzu up, so the duelist had carefully shifted herself to get out of bed slowly so that she didn't shake the bed at all. 

That was how Mai had eneded up in the bathroom. Violets gaze upon her form in the mirror, fingertips brushed gently over the trail left behind. Arms, chest and along the shoulders - a tender soreness upon her neck indicating of a bite. No. Not once had she regretted anything. Her gaze shifts when the figure of the brunette appears in the mirror, then moves to stand behind her, chin over her shoulder. Red lips curl slightly as she reaches up a hand to rest against the back of Anzu's head, ❝Hey baby.❞ Head turning the blonde gently nuzzles against her cheek. 

    The Demon Slayer village - home to many Demon Slayers and one Fire Nekomata. Their home had been thriving, a new kill had been had and was worth a celebration. Sango, being the eldest in her home, had just returned from her first mission some few days ago. both she and Kohaku were being raised and trained in the arts of slaying, ensuring they were capable of carrying the job on their own once their father passed.