#jaxyu

jae-ha will take him to a brothel and let him get knowledge the right way

“Listen you—you MORON!” The older woman snaps as soon as the city guards were out of sight. Her hand snaps up to harshly tug at the beautiful man’s ear.

“Don’t you have any tact?! Or hell a single brain cell in that head of yours? What made you think getting involved in my business was a good idea huh? Or is that head filled with nothing but hot air?” It had to be since despite being a moran, this kid was undeniably beautiful and must be showered in compliments daily. 

            the rhythmic buzz of the phone in his back pocket pulls him from his thoughts, and after a moment, he’s reaching a hand back to retrieve it.  he’s only somewhat surprised when he sees the name in the notification  —  it’s become somewhat of a usual thing to text back and forth with her from time to time.

            (  ✉ to: leah  )  it’s certainly better now that i’ve heard from you. 

            (  ✉ to: leah  )  how was yours?  i’m craving some dramatics.  it’s boring on my end.

ah, so he was free! that fact made her smile, and she seemed just as happy to see that he had responded to her rather quickly. dramatics, though? hm. did she witness any dramatics today?

Maya: [ punches a wall)

The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon the cloudy seas.  The trees rustled a dangerous song and the footsteps of many scattered in rushed whispers as they passed.  

Lost in the sight of the moon’s silver light, it took some time to pull herself away from its gaze and resume sweeping the floors of the bar.  It had been roughly a month since her rescue and the beginning of both a new place to stay and a new job.  Under her rescuers’ continued protection, she was staying with one of them (by the name of Jae-ha, and she was still ever so grateful to him and the whole group really) and going to the bar to work for them for as long as she was under their care.

She was doubly grateful.  She had a place to stay and a place to be helpful in return.  But some days, some nights, the moon stood out too much and her fingers held glasses and brooms until her knuckles were white.

Yui Komori was not looking forward to walking home that evening.  Or any evening with a moon like that.  Any travel when the world was anything less than sunny and bright was quiet terror.  It still felt strange to walk outside without a Sakamaki by her side, making sure she couldn’t escape.  Horrifying.  She wasn’t ready to talk about that - wasn’t ready to admit their affect on her.  

She shook her head visibly and frowned in determination.  Normally she was chipper and full of smiles - especially at work.  She wasn’t going to be defeated by things like fear!  She’d been rescued.  She didn’t need anyone to keep rescuing her.  It wouldn’t be fair.  She had to be okay now.  

‘ y’know, it’s on nights like tonight where zeno misses his wife. ’ zeno isn’t even looking at the green dragon, instead focusing his attention solely on the moon. his past isn’t something he often talks about with the others, especially kana -- he had dropped that little bomb and then kept the memories quiet and close to his heart. he couldn’t help it... sometimes, he’d close his eyes and try to picture her face, try to hear her voice, and he couldn’t, and so sometimes it hurts less trying not to think about her. but now, looking at the moon, he’s struck by a memory where she had a good day and they were able to sit outside and just stare up in the sky. ‘ it feels like she’s come because zeno left a spot empty for her. ’ finally, zeno looks over to the green dragon and smiles. ‘ do you ever feel like that, green dragon ? ’