in your dreams of peaceful fields

Inari had always figured she would have kits one day, she’d lowkey always wanted to and Rikuto had implied as much to his children. His children had loved playing with their father’s Ninetales and some had expressed wanting their own one day. Rikuto thought that if he did breed his Ninetales not only would she be happy to have her own family, but he would also teach his kids about responsibility. Looking after a pokemon’s egg is a heavy task that Rikuto tried his best to do, despite how tense it had been he found it rewarding by the end; Inari believes that his children would’ve been just as caring and careful.

However their mother took off with them before such a chance had been really entertained, and after that Inari tried not to think about it. At the time she’d had to console her master more than worry about such a thing, but she did find herself somewhat disappointed that she’d been denied such a chance.

Mirai smiles, gives her a scratch behind the ear, and says, “I think so, too. Excellent work, Little Helper.” And back to stamping he goes. 

Really, it says a lot about his commitment to Toshinori that he’s still sorting through and filing the man’s old documents - at least, those relevant to their time together, and which had perhaps inadvertently been left in Nighteye’s care - long after their breakup. Because then, at least, All Might can continue moving forward without looking back.

(He doesn’t do it every day, of course. Only once in a while, when the heartbreak gets to be unbearable.

…Or maybe this is why he’s dragged his feet for so many years - if he finishes it all, he’ll have to let go.)

Her many tails sway behind her in response, before she resumes watching him stamping away at the many documents in front of him. There was so much to do... she wondered how he didn’t get overwhelmed by it all. Though it was also nostalgic for her to see it, she’d seen many papers that her first trainer had given his written permission on before as well. She’d thought much the same then, and she’d also wished that she could’ve helped him. But Inari hadn’t had her abilities back then, she couldn’t have lifted a pen to write for Rikuto when he’d had enough of it.

She blinks herself out of her stupor, quickly moving to wrap a towel around her bleeding palm. “No need to worry, my dear - just an accident,” she assures, making sure her uninjured hand is clean and dry before reaching to scratch affectionately behind Inari’s ear.

“Silly me - such a klutz, I am!”

Normally Inari finds herself wishing she was a little younger so she could understand the modern world around her a little better. Yet today she wishes she actually was a little older, she’d heard stories when she was little about Ninetales being able to heal wounds if they had enough experience to them; sadly she had not developed powers like that yet.

He turns his head briefly to give her a kiss on the muzzle and then returns to his work, having a large Ninetales in his lap evidently not enough to dampen his speed - before pausing, noting the fox’s quizzical expression. With a smile, he shows her one of the (many, many, many) forms and files that are littering his desk, in need of approval.

“What do you think? This report look okay?”

She sincerely looks over the report shown to her, poking her nose at the page by accident even. Though she quickly learns that she doesn’t entirely understand what it’s trying to say in it. But the wording sounds very official and the penmanship is nice, so even if she doesn’t understand that’s good enough to her. “Niine.” She replies with a pleased chime.

Shatters a glass in her hand while doing the dishes.

“Ah…How unfortunate.”

She’d taken up a nice spot to lay with the sun shining in when she heard a glass break. Though it didn’t sound like a lot of glass, it is enough to alarm her out of her sunbathing.

Pauses in the stamping very briefly to pat his lap. Maybe she’ll jump up if given an invitation?

Oh? She tilts her head with curiosity and though it’s difficult to tell, some surprise. She’s used to seeing this gesture from Dani and Serena, but no one else had tried. Still, she does think that she trusts Nighteye enough.

stamp- stamp- stamp- stamp- stamp- stamp- stamp- stamp- stamp- stamp- stamp- stamp- stamp- stamp- stamp- stamp- stamp- stamp- stamp- stamp-

Inari has appeared! What to do?

Bang

Throw salt

Flatter

“I really do think about it a lot for someone who doesn’t have a gender at all. Even biologically speaking. It’s complicated, which explains why it comes up in my thoughts so often.”

“I see! How interesting.” Inari hums, “it tends to only come to mind in depth for me when someone asks about mine. I tend to present in different ways depending on how I feel that day, which can confuse someone who has only seen me presenting as a woman perhaps.” Not that there was all that much difference with their masculine appearance.

“Uh.” Deoxys pauses, as if they weren’t expecting that question to be asked. “I don’t really know, to be honest. It was an impulsive thought that I verbalized, for some reason?”

“I don’t know what I was expecting, but that’s a fair reaction.”

“Gender.”