#aceinthemuse

A happy boy is happy--- you have a very loud purring Kitsune.

     His reaction held no intrigue. Kou made the same noise regardless of whether it was him or the Servant acknowledging his presence. An animal, even one that could shift into human form, was easy to please. His eyes shifted upward, looking to the creature with mild interest. 

     Watching Kou made him laugh, something he rarely did these days. It was nice to be able to go outside and have something normal there. Nagito couldn’t imagine what it must have been like for Kou being stuck inside for so long with people he barely knew. He must have thought they were gone forever when they didn’t immediately come back for him. He’d heard stories from Makoto about how unruly the fox had been. He couldn’t remember him very well, but he knew that when Kou was attached to someone, he didn’t like to see them go.

          “It’s nice, isn’t it…?”

     Something about being able to go outside was nice. The air wasn’t pure by any means, but the placebo effect worked wonders.

     He walked over and knelt down, holding his arms out for balance. Nagito still struggled with keeping his equilibrium, especially with the strange weight of his prosthetic arm. Once he was steady, he started to pet Kou’s head.

Some One Word Prompts || Closedbloody :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muse  with  blood  stains  on  their  clothes  and  hands,  shaking.

     Something in him felt ashamed of what he saw. He knew, of course, that it was partially his fault the poor thing had ended up this way, so he had no room to feel bad. He had encouraged it. Of course, he so frequently flip-flopped between loving and hating the new state of the world that it was hard to keep track of what he felt. It was all so confusing, too much so to bother with.

     What mattered was tending to Kou. He knelt down and held out his arms. Killing someone was shocking to the untrained mind. He couldn’t fault him for being so terrified.

          “You must be so afraid…               Come here. Let me take care of you…”

     He pulled Kou into his arms and lifted him. He’d never know all of the details of this encounter, but he knew that it must have been hard. Such a carefree, innocent child had been corrupted by despair, and his hands had been the ones to guide the lost soul down that path.

          “We’ll get you cleaned up, and you can                sleep in my sleeve again. Does that sound nice?”

Some One Word Prompts || Closedwound :   my  muse  patches  and  bandages  a  wound  your  muse  has  gotten.

     Oh. She had gotten a cut from one of the thorns on that flower. Izuru couldn’t see the point in letting it bleed, and he assumed it was painful to a child like her. No one seemed to be supervising her. It fell to him to tend to the wound.

          “Hold still…”

     This garden had an assortment of plants, so it wasn’t hard to find what he was looking for. He went to it and plucked a few leaves, crushing them between his fingers. It would have been easier if he had proper tools, but this would have to do. Combined with a bit of water from the nearby stream, he made a kind of poultice and returned to the strange, moth girl.

     Once he was there, he used his sleeve to wipe away the excess blood and placed the paste on her cut. It would stop the bleeding so long as she didn’t bother it.

Some One Word Prompts || Closedsacrifice :   my  muse  jumps  in  front  of  your  muse,  sacrificing  their  life  for  your  muses  life.

     Without thinking, Hajime put himself between the attacker and Kou. He felt the blow before he realized what had hit him. A blade…of course. That didn’t surprise him. His memory knew who it belonged to even if he didn’t see the face. He hadn’t had to look before he had leapt. He just knew he’d had to protect Kou no matter what.

     His hand reached up and grasped the blade itself, pulling it from both its owner’s hand and his body. He met his assailant’s eyes, his mismatched ones glaring into them.

          “You can kill me if you want, but I’ll                never let you hurt someone who did nothing wrong…”

     Hajime noted the assorted cries of surprise and horror, but they didn’t matter. With what strength he had left, he smiled to Kou, letting him know it would be all right. He had other people who could care for him, and at least one of them he was comfortable with. That would have to do.

          “Sorry for…leaving you again…”

Some One Word Prompts || Closedstalk :   my  muse  gets  caught  by  your  muse  trailing  behind  them,  watching  them.

          “AAAH!               N-No, please don’t hurt meeee!”

     Something about this stranger had been strange. She couldn’t just leave someone if she was worried about their health. The one thing Mikan was good at was caring for others. She didn’t know what it was, but she knew there was something amiss.

     Mikan fell to her knees and curled up into a ball, pressing her hands to the back of her head and whining. Oh, they probably thought she was weird now! They were going to be mean and start telling her to buzz off. They might even kick her since she was on the ground now. It’d be easy to stomp on her back from this angle. She was in the dirt, an easy target for any kind of foul play.

          “…”

     As predicted. He supposed that meant the other one was nearby. The two traveled as a pair when he was otherwise occupied. He could only be included in the trio by association, not that he cared either way.