#impuratvs

                                                •°¯`•• ꋊꋬꋪꋬꀘ꒤ ••´¯°•

                I have often heard you humans refer to this as fate or destiny. 

                                      Only the weak utter such nonsense. 

                             ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚   נυsт α ησямαℓ gιяℓ !　˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

it was always the same dream, night after night. she’d had it for a week and a half straight, and each time, she woke up panting and in a cold sweat. once, shingo had come into her room because she had started screaming. that had been embarrassing, but also a ( literal ) wake - up call for usagi.

she could almost hear his voice, still ringing in her ears. 

“ stop ... ! “ she whispered desperately, curling her knees to her chest and clutching her ears. her fingernails dug into her temples slightly as she closed her eyes tightly, feeling a tear squeeze out and roll down her cheek. “ please stop, demande, please ... ! “ her voice sounded strained even to her ears as she begged a phantom to stop haunting her dreams. 

a strange feeling passed over her and she felt a pressure at the foot of her bed, causing her to gasp again as her heart leaped to her throat && jerk her head up to look at the source of the movement.

                                                  *•.¸♡ ᏗᏝᏰᏋᎴᎧ ♡¸.•*

                AAAAAIIIIIIIIINNNNNNZZZZZZ SAAAAAMMMMMAAAAA!  

To Akito’s surprise, Shigure’s home was colder than usual.  He hated the fact his most loyal dog decided to move from the comfort of the estates, but respected the idea of quiet and independence. 

On this day he was feeling nostalgic for something that was a foreign concept to him. He managed to sneak away from Hatori’s micromanaging. He wasn’t feeling fatigued or feverish and thought it would be pleasant for a surprise visit.

It seemed that no one was around to visit. He frowned having taken the time out of his day to come and visit his family. “Yuki” he mumbled under his breath frowning in hopes that the silver haired boy would show his face. At that point in time he would have settled for the ugly girl that made herself right at home.

Taking a step inside the main hall he could see it had been dusted. This was surprising considering he knew Shigure never liked to clean.  Akito moved to the kitchen and helped himself to the tea kettle and glasses. After preparing tea he dug round the fridge for snacks. 

                                               •●✿ ąƙıɬơ ʂơɧɱą ✿●•

                            Why did you not come home for New Years?

                                           *☆:**:. ᏇᏋᏝፈᎧᎷᏋ .:**:.☆*

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