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[HufflepuffOwl]

Byakuran Mangetsu

Crackle. Crunch. Pop.

It was early in the morning, half past six. The sun barely skimmed the horizon, basking the forest in a faint glow. Deep within the woodlands, on the outskirts of Kusagakure, a large bonfire crackled in the center of a clearing. The grasslands resembled a battlefield, the ground soiled with blood and weaponry. A putrid stench permeated the air, originating from the seemingly innocent fire. Within the crackling flames, a pile of remains incinerated underneath the fire's ire. A tall figure stood in front of the bonfire, unmoving. Wild, unruly hair cascaded down her back, the moonlight strands contrasting with her tanned skin. A tattered black cloak enveloped her bare form, brushing against her calves. Blood caked her skin from head to toe, the coppery liquid congealing against her flesh. Her eyes, a luminescent crimson, dimmed, reverting back to her signature jade green. Absentmindedly, the woman's right hand ghosted over her abdomen, her fingertips twitching.

x --- x --- x​

"I'll rip out that abomination inside you, f*cking bitch!"

Byakuran stiffened. In hindsight, it shouldn't surprise her. Alphas were capable detecting the faintest traces of chakra, including new life blooming inside unsuspected mothers. Nonetheless, cold, unadulterated fury surged through her veins. Her eyes bled a smoldering crimson. "I'll rip ya limb from limb," she snarled. Without another word, Byakuran lunged, shifting into her wolf form.

x --- x --- x​

An apathetic expression adorned her face. She brandished a worn Hitai-ate, a Kusagakure insignia etched on the metal plate. Without a word, she tossed the forehead protector inside the bonfire, watching the fabric and metal melt. "Enjoy yer time in hell, ya f*cking bastard," Byakuran muttered, her tone filled with contempt. She lowered her right hand, turned around, and abandoned the bonfire. She sauntered across the grasslands, inspecting the gruesome battlefield. Flashes of bloodshed and carnage surfaced inside her mind.

x --- x --- x​

"Byakuran Mangetsu, the sole survivor of the Mangetsu pack. Your uncle told me so much about you," a tall man sneered. The blonde's eyes illuminated a sinister crimson. "You'll pay for killing my Alpha!" he snarled. One by one, a group of Betas surrounded the freakishly tall man. They bared their teeth, growling viciously.

Her expression remained impassive. "Kosuke Fukunaga, second-in-command of Akito Mangetsu's pack," Byakuran recited. Her expression didn't waver. "My uncle's first bitten Beta," she elaborated. She tilted her head, a curtain of unruly waves draping over her shoulder. Despite her bare form, Byakuran felt zero modesty. Truthfully, she didn't understand the social taboo of public nudity. What was the point feeling embarrassed? If she shapeshifted with her clothes, her attire would shred to pieces. Replacing her outfits was too troublesome, so Byakuran developed the habit stripping.

"After I'm done with you, I'll be the world's mightiest Alpha! The apex of all predators!" Fukunaga declared.

She arched an eyebrow. "Ya talk too much," Byakuran deadpanned. Without another word, she crouched on all fours. Her body twisted and morphed, fur sprouting over her skin. She transformed into a pure white wolf, the size resembling a horse. Her viridian eyes illuminated a brilliant crimson. Byakuran threw her head back and howled, signaling her partner to attack.

x --- x --- x​

Her back throbbed, courtesy of the gashes marring her flesh. Due to the mystical properties in Alpha's claws, wounds inflicted by an Alpha healed slower compared to a Beta. Her body was battered, bruised, and bloodied. However, her abdomen remained unscathed. Regardless of the blood painting her skin, her unborn pup was safe. Byakuran descended down a hill, heading toward a nearby lake.

x --- x --- x​

"...What?" Byakuran growled.

"Y-You're with child, Byakuran-sama," squeaked the medic-nin.

Disbelief coursed through her. For the past two weeks, she felt off. She didn't experience vomiting, mood swings, or peculiar cravings; significant signs of pregnancy. No, something inside her changed; she could feel it. Deeming it crucial, Byakuran ventured to a small, non-descriptive village outside the borders of Takigakure. There, she sought the assistance of one of her most trusted allies, a medical ninja named Seijuro. Despite the young man's skittish nature, his skills in Iryō Ninjutsu were phenomenal. While Byakuran loathed many things about her uncle, she couldn't deny the usefulness establishing a network of connections, especially with her missing-nin status. After saving Seijuro's life, the man sworn his loyalty to the feral woman.

"I'm pregnant," the she-wolf deadpanned.

Seijuro nodded. "C-congradulations-" he flinched, avoiding a vase. It wasn't directed at him, per say, but he stood in the line of fire.

"Congratulations? I have to fight Fukunaga in two days!" Byakuran snapped.

A frown marred his lips. "A-are you sure that's wise? What about-" A hand seized his collar, pulling him forward. Furious green met apprehensive blue.

"If one word of this reaches Nyk, I'll f*cking castrate you, got it?" she snarled.

Seijuro paled rapidly. Regardless of their comradeship, he didn't doubt the woman's threat. "A-alright, Byakuran-sama," he conceded. Mentally, the ashen blonde prayed for the baby's safety. According to his diagnostic scan, his friend was two weeks along. Even if he had the gall to convince Byakuran otherwise, the woman was too stubborn. Once her mind's set, there's no stopping her.

x --- x --- x​

Byakuran stood underneath a small waterfall, ignoring the water's icy touch. Rivulets of blood slid down her skin, staining the pristine water crimson. Her tattered cloak was discarded on a nearby bank, the fabric soiling the grass. She made a mental note to burn the article of clothing. At this point, it was useless.

"I won, Akito," she mumbled. Byakuran lifted her head, staring at the morning sky. A neutral expression plastered on her face. She carded fingers through her pale locks, removing the blood from her unruly mane.

Three years passed since Byakuran enacted her vengeance. After her uncle's death, she traveled across the nations, eliminating her uncle's experiments, or bitten victims. A year ago, she discovered Fukunaga and his legion of wolves. Byakuran anticipated a small pack, but they proved her wrong. As Akito's former second-in-command, Fukunaga proven to be a formidable opponent, building a large army. Despite her True Alpha prowess, they had the advantage in numbers. During a battle, Byakuran encountered a Leaf shinobi, specifically an ANBU brat. A pack of Betas eradicated the shinobi's squadron, leaving him the sole survivor. Somehow, against all odds, they banded together. In the beginning, Byakuran possessed no qualms leaving the bastard for dead. Truthfully, she abandoned him ... many times. However, one way or the other, they reunited. Whether Byakuran liked it or not, she couldn't defeat Fukunaga alone.

"Is this my punishment?" whispered the she-wolf. Instead of joy, Byakuran felt bittersweet pain. Regardless protecting her unborn pup, a mother wouldn't risk their child. How can she bring a child into a world she painted red? She was a coldblooded murderer, a monster. Despite eliminating Fukunaga, her mission wasn't complete. She was determined dismantling her uncle's underground network completely. "I'm not fit to be a mother," Byakuran murmured. She brushed her fingertips against her flat abdomen, her fingertips trembling.

 

[Ryan The Insane]

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¤ Nykyrian Hamatko
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"Oh god there are more then we thought!" One of the ANBU exclaimed in a soft undertone, but their location was already given away when the wind changed. Nykyrian, wasn't the leader on the mission, but his job was clear. Investigate, and clear out any threat. This was a giant threat, but the numbers of them was more then double what the mission report claimed, which was bad. He was on edge, he could feel the bloodlust in the air, and he knew this was going to be the fight of his life.
Sure enough it was, and he barely managed to escape with his life in the chaos that followed. The mission was a complete failure. Now the only thing that mattered was surviving this endeavor as long as possible. Thankfully, soon after that vicious battle, he teamed up with a woman who was basically on the same mission as him, and they managed to survive together for awhile.
During the period of a year this escapade went on, surviving attack after attack. Sure many of these battles he fought was alone, and through sheer skill he managed to fend them all off, track them down, and execute them all. He needed to dwindle down their numbers so he would be able to make a final assault against the main target. Although while he would track them back down, he would manage to find Byakuran over and over again.
It seemed fate had woven their paths together to finish this mission. After many long hard, blood soaked months they had finally completely this endless pack of wolves. Although during this time, the two of them had managed to get closer to one another throughout this whole insanity. Maybe it was from always being at deaths door together, fighting off numerous wolves, ninjas, and other dangers together that welded them together. All he could say, was that he had fallen in love with her during one attack.
It was a cold and vicious night, and he was badly wounded. The smell of his blood was thick in the air, and he was surround by four of the wolves. With his bone sword in hand, he fended them off, killing two, but he was reaching his limits, and he didn't know how much longer he could fight them off. Nykyrian thought he was going to die this time, and he wasn't ready. When one of them lunged at him, it was cut down inches before his face. He turned to see who had saved him. To his surprise it was Byakuran. It appeared from that moment on, they could almost always be found near one another, or at least in the same town.
Two long weeks had passed since that night, he spent most of it laying down, recovering from his injurious. He hated every minute of it, he wanted to be out there fighting with her, but she wouldn't allow it, knowing his scent would give them away.
It had been a long mission, one that almost claimed his life more then once.
Nykyrian was out and about the small town exploring it. He was a curious fellow, and he managed to get himself into trouble more often then he would like to admit, but this time, he managed to keep clean to a degree. He was known to pull pranks when he got bored, which was why he was always on a serious mission, to keep him focused, so his mind wouldn't wonder. So it had been some time since he was able to actually have time to himself to have the fun he so missed.
Jumping from the road, he climbed a building to see if he could spot Byakuran from where he was. Truthfully, he was almost like a love sick puppy when it came to her. Odd? No, not really considering all they had been through together. Unable to see her, he used a trick she had taught him able tracking down someone. Lining this inside of his nose with chakra, he took in a deep breath, and sure enough he found her scent. Although just barely. She of course was much better then he was given her bloodline.
Down from the building, and on the road he made his way to her. She had been gone for a good part of the day, and he always enjoyed spending time with her. It didn't take him long to track her down. "Bya!" He called out to her with joy in his voice. He was a weird one, but good at heart.
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[HufflepuffOwl]

Byakuran Mangetsu

"Bya!"

Byakuran lifted her head, recognizing the voice; Nykyrian. Her heart clenched painfully. The man wasn't aware of her pregnancy. She sworn Seijuro to secrecy. When Fukunaga threatened her unborn pup's life, they were alone; separated from the pack. If Nykyrian knew, he might - no, he would of - forbade her from confronting Fukunaga. No doubt, if Nykyrian realized she confirmed her pregnancy before the battle and risked their child, he would be furious. Despite the conflicting emotions swirling inside her chest, Byakuran didn't regret her decision. It was incredibly selfish, undeniably reckless, and irrefutably dangerous. However, Byakuran wasn't a heroine nor a good person. She was the Bloody Orchid of the Mist, a renowned S-class missing-nin. Her ruthlessness earned her the reputation, the Demon Werewolf. She slaughtered thousands of souls, both innocent and nefarious. Their blood stained her fingertips, branding her flesh permanently.

She was beyond redemption.

"Nykyrian," Byakuran greeted, her tone monotone. Her expression remained neutral. In spite their developing relationship, she wasn't an overly-affectionate person. She stepped outside the waterfall, waded through the water, and crawled on the nearest bank. The she-wolf carded fingers through her moonlight strands, wringing the excess water from her wild mane. Her tanned skin glistened underneath the sunlight, free form the gore previously marring her flesh. The majority of her wounds healed, except the injuries inflicted by Fukunaga. She made a mental note to bandage them. The last thing she needed was an infection. "The bodies are burning in the clearing up north," she informed. To prevent psychopaths, like Orochimaru, from harvesting her clan's bloodline, Byakuran learned the importance incinerating the evidence. Once she removed the excess water, Byakuran braided her unruly locks, retrieved her bloodied cloak, and formed a single hand sign, igniting it. She dropped the scorching fabric, pivoted to her right, and approached a nearby tall oak. She kneeled in front the hollowed base, brandished a hidden pack, and retrieved a traveling first-aid kit. Before the gruesome battle, Byakuran hid her possessions, including her primary weapon. While Fukunaga's Betas possessed no qualms using weaponry, Byakuran intended ending them by conquest, a traditional fight to the death. No weapons, just her clan's techniques. Regardless of their numbers, she persevered.

The she-wolf dressed her wounds, brandished a simple black yukata, and slipped it on, leaving her feet bare. Byakuran reserved her signature attire for emergencies, the white, red, and black outfit attracting too much attention. After fastening the white sash, Byakuran sealed her pack, including her swords, inside a scroll, hid it on her person, and rose into a standing position. Her messy braid draped over her shoulder, the loose strands curling. Byakuran raised her head, inspecting the tree branch her partner stood on. "The fire will attract the shinobi forces in Kusagakure. We need to leave," she announced. Last time she checked, Kusagakure ordered a "kill on sight" on her if spotted. They weren't the first village to deliver the order and they won't be the last.

 

[Ryan The Insane]

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¤ Nykyrian Hamatko
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His eyes watched in amazement as the water poured over her natural beauty. For a moment he thought he was drooling. Thankfully he wasn't. That would have been embarrassing. Standing there in the tree he watched as his love went about her business. In the distance he seen the smoke she was talking about, and looked down upon her once again. Once she had gotten ready, he jumped down from the tree. Taking her into his arms, he hugged her. She may not be a very affectionate person, but he was, and he had fallen in love with her. Given all that they had been through together, it wasn't unexpected.

Looking her over, he kept his mouth shut, he didn't really have anything to say. Nykyrian knew she was much smarter than him, and he didn't mind that at all, he was glad, he knew he wasn't the brightest one. Although what he lacked in brains, he made up for it through skill. Nykyrian was as deadly as they came, hence why he was able to survive such an ordeal in the first place. As he listened to her last statement, he let out a lone sigh. Personally he just wanted some peace with her. Some time together where they could just enjoy one another without worry of attack.

He knew her history, and status. It didn't matter to him, if they managed to make it back, he would speak to the Kage personally, and have her record cleared. One way or another. "How has your day been love?" His true emotions for her since all this had transpired weren't some ploy, or plot. It was all from his heart. Nykyrian truly was in love with her. Enthralled by her beauty, and bewitched by her power. Even when they first met, he had to admit he was impressed by her. Of course all that evolved as the time they spent together grown.

Nykyrian followed her, as she lead them out of the area, and he did his best to mask his chakra. As he followed her, his mind wondered to a place he often found himself. He was sure of his feelings towards her, but he often questioned if she truly felt the same way about him. Sure she wasn't as affectionate as he was, but from time to time, she would do little things that assumed him of her feelings. Or so he would think. His mind was plagued with thoughts of her, and a possible life they would have together, that is if she would accept it. He was curious about one thing, did she really accept him as her mate?​

 

[HufflepuffOwl]

Byakuran Mangetsu

"How has your day been, love?"

Arms encircled her waist, pressing her back against a broad chest. A familiar scent washed over her. Sandalwood with an earthy undertone. It reminded her of the forest. Byakuran heaved a sigh, resting her head against Nykyrian's shoulder. She shifted her head, subtly scent-marking him. Truthfully, Byakuran loathed physical contact. It contrasted with her wolfish nature, but she hated touch. After her uncle's treachery, Byakuran denied her inner wolf's simplest desire. She wasn't part-wolf, but her family adapted wolfish behavior. Despite her aversion, her most trusted contacts were an exception; specifically, Nykyrian, Seijuro, Kaede (her blacksmith), and Sojun (her merchant).

"I'm fine," Byakuran murmured.

Liar. Hypocrite. Freak.

Ignoring the self-loathing threatening to consume her, Byakuran stepped away from her partner.

"Mate," hissed her inner wolf.

Her heart clenched. At the age of four, she lost everything; her pack, her family, and her home. Her uncle, her flesh and blood, destroyed her innocence. Instead of dying by her uncle's hand, Byakuran unintentionally activated her clan's mightiest ability, Ōkami no Shifutā. As a wolf cub, she evaded her uncle's wrath, leaving her family's fallen compound. For seven years - seven years - Byakuran lived as a wolf. After her eleventh birthday, she learned the ability to shift back. Due to her previous lifestyle, it changed her. She remained feral, indifferent, and violent. When she enrolled into Kirigakure Academy, she had no problems with the Academy's bloodthirsty graduation. Within six years, Byakuran rose through the ranks, becoming one of Kirigakure's strongest jōnin's. However, at sixteen, Byakuran defected, leaving Kirigakure permanently. By the time she enacted her vengeance, Byakuran earned her S-class reputation.

"We're heading to Takigakure," Byakuran informed. Regardless ignoring her friend's pleas, he ordered her for another check-up. If the situation were different, she might of laughed at his audacity. She wouldn't admit it, but she needed to confirm her child's safety. Byakuran was skilled in many fields, but Iryō Ninjutsu wasn't her forte. Her chakra was too wild.

Mate. Child. Protect.

She gritted her teeth. Once she masked her chakra, Byakuran hopped on a tall branch, gliding across the trees. Her wild mane whipped behind her, the pale tresses unraveling from her messy braid. Together, the couple left the lake, heading south. Utilizing her heightened senses, Byakuran monitored the area, keeping her eyes peeled for Kusagakure shinobi. Finding none, they traveled to their next destination: Takigakure. Specifically, the outskirts.

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"Consider this your funeral, Leaf scum," snarled the Beta, crouching on all fours. Once he shifted, the Beta lunged, aiming for the bone-wielding shinobi's throat. Before he could deliver a fatal blow, a foot slammed against his back, sending him crashing on the ground. The Beta released a painful howl, alerting his remaining pack member. The wolf struggled rising, his vision heavily blurred. He heard growling, sickening crunching, and nothing. After his vision cleared, the Beta witnessed a tall woman standing in front of the fallen Leaf shinobi. His eyes widened in horror, inspecting the severed wolf head clutched in her right hand. A pair of luminescent crimson eyes pierced through the darkness.

"Consider this your funeral, mutt," Byakuran snarled. Without another word, she dropped the wolf head and lunged.

x --- x --- x​

Eliminating Fukunaga and his legion of wolves brought them together. Despite abandoning Nykyrian again and again and again, they reunited. Byakuran didn't believe in fate, but some unworldly deity thought otherwise. Surviving together forged a unimaginable bond. Byakuran denied it - gods, she did everything in her power to reject it - but after that fateful night, Byakuran stopped running. Somehow, against all odds, the bastardly Leaf shinobi carved a place inside her cold, unfeeling heart. Nykyrian was annoying, optimistic, and joyful; traits she loathed. However, he was strong. Deep down, her inner wolf admired his prowess. The last time she saved him, Byakuran felt an emotion she hasn't experienced in over a decade: fear. Pure, unadulterated fear; specifically, the fear losing a loved one. The single emotion led to their first passionate night. Truthfully, Byakuran wasn't certain how she felt about Nykyrian. Her wolf considered him mate, but was she capable of loving another person?

Monster. Killer. Heartless.

Her viridian eyes darkened. Even if the foreign emotions swirling inside her were love, Byakuran didn't deserve the man's affection. He envisioned a life inside Konohagakure, assuring no harm would befall her. Ironically, the Leaf village didn't possess a "kill on sight" order on her person. On the other hand, she wasn't welcome. Byakuran slaughtered countless of Leaf shinobi. No resident of Konoha would accept her, especially the Hokage's council. If she lived in Konohagakure, their child would be ridiculed for her sins.

 

[Ryan The Insane]

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¤ Nykyrian Hamatko
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With each passing moment, they went about vanishing into the forest. By this time, he really knew not to ask to many questions on where they're going, but instead, just followed them like orders. For the most part he was following her lead, always so serious to. He wouldn't hold something like that against her. From what little he knew of her real past, how hard of a life she was given, he'd give her space on that. Besides, it wasn't like he had anything better to do, they still had a lot of work to do. It did follow the mission, to eliminate threats to the village.

His eyes stretched to the sky, and he could see the shift in the color. Nightfall would be upon them in a few hours that much was sure, and he knew it would be a long journey to Takigakure. He followed at not to even of a pace at her. Only a few feet beside her. Since she was taking the lead, he didn't have an exact game plan in mind. Although he was curious about why they're heading there.

"Bya doll, why are we heading to Takigakure?" Asking as he almost slipped from not exactly paying attention to where he was going. He had a bad case of being distracted from time to time, and since he couldn't feel any danger around them, he allowed himself to get lost in the world around them. Where it was just the both of them, and no one at the moment was trying to kill them. Which was a rare moment. It was a stark contrast to what he was like when he needed to be serious. There was a reason he was on the ANBU. He knew when it was time to be serious, and the raw power he held, well that's how he survived against all odds.

It was hard for him to read any emotions off her, but from what emotions he was able to pick up on, he knew she cared for him. If she didn't, he would be dead. That was enough of a thought to send a shiver down his spine.

Walking a little fast, he reached for her hand, wanting to hold it. Nykyrian was sweet, and he waned to do cheesy romantic things for her all the time. Why? Because that's who he was. He remembered bringing her breakfast one morning and getting chewed out because it was dangerous. How they just got attacked the night before, and he needed to heal. It though never stopped him. The sweet, cheesy, romantic, it was a side of him only she had the pleasure of seeing. Someone he could be completely himself, and not some killing machine. Some drone to follow orders. Honestly, all this was a nice change of pace for him. As they continued along the way, the songs of birds could be heard as he attempted to get some emotion out of her. Some feeling of warmth that he knew was in there.

He would wonder if she would always be so guarded around him, if she would finally accept him into her heart. As these thoughts roamed around in his mind, an old saying same to mind. 'Be patients, all good things come with time.' That kept him. It helped. Out of all the relationships he had been in, they all paled in comparison to what he had with her. There isn't a thing he wouldn't do for her.

"You have a nice ass." At this point his face was all red. Random comment? No, not really, he would often say something like that from time to time. It was one of his cheesy ways of showing his affection for her. Even tho he could be caught often checking her out.



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[HufflepuffOwl]

Byakuran Mangetsu

"Bya doll, why are we heading to Takigakure?"

Byakuran glanced at her exuberant partner. "Visiting a friend," she answered. She didn't bother elaborating. The she-wolf leapt over a jagged branch, maintaining her fast pace. They remained tree-hopping, avoiding Kusagakure's infamous tall grass. A few hours later, after evading the tall grass, Byakuran leaped off the trees, continuing their journey on the ground. From the corner of her eye, she spotted Nykyrian's hand. Instinctively, she retracted her palm, declining his gesture. He might be a hopeless romantic, but Byakuran wasn't comfortable with public affection.

Heartless bitch.

A sliver of remorse ignited inside her chest. After putting him through hell, how can this man love her? She recalled the morning he served her breakfast. Most girls felt touched. However, what did she do? Berated him for his stupidity, pointing out the dangers in his injured condition. Truthfully, the gesture caught her off guard. Feeling exposed, she resorted to anger; her defense mechanism.

"You have a nice ass."

She snorted at the crude compliment. "Charming," Byakuran drawled sardonically. She raised her head, staring at the afternoon sky. They traveled nonstop for hours, not stopping once. Sweat accumulated on her forehead, sliding down her temples. Normally, she had more endurance - a lot more - but battling a pack of Betas, including an Alpha, drained the majority of her energy. Byakuran had enough to venture to Takigakure, but afterwards, she needed rest. She scanned her surroundings, recognition dawning on her expression. "We're almost there," she announced. Technically, her contact didn't live inside Takigakure. On the outskirts of the shinobi village, a small town was built. It wasn't much, but her friend established a base inside the non-descriptive town.

All of the sudden, Byakuran skidded to a stop. A wave of nausea washed over her. Out of nowhere, she clutched her stomach, vomiting black sludge. The blackened liquid sprayed the ground, staining the pristine grass. Byakuran gritted her teeth, fighting back a curse. She overexerted herself. The black sludge stemmed from her body attempting to heal itself. Without proper rest, her body went into overdrive, triggering the black sludge. Another sign was poison, but during her diagnostics, Byakuran found zero traces. Before emerging from the waterfall, the she-wolf assessed herself thoroughly. At this point, any trace of poison, especially aconite or mistletoe, could terminate her unborn pup immediately. "-'m fine," she assured, raising a hand to appease Nykyrian.

"Liar," hissed her inner wolf.

 

[Ryan The Insane]

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¤ Nykyrian Hamatko
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Loving her was hard, well not that hard, but it was effort. Getting any kind of positive reaction from her didn't come easy. Honestly after the year they had spent together, it felt like he only gained a inch. What he didn't know was that he held a place in her heart, that's why she save him that night. That night he figured she saved him was because she needed him, although later that same night, it turned out she cared for him.

As they continued to jump from limp to limp for hours, he stayed behind her to check out her ass. Perv? Maybe just a little, but is it so wrong to admire the body of the person you love? No, it wasn't.

Finally he heard her say something. Nodding, he kept place with her for awhile, till she suddenly came to a stop. Perking an eye brow up, he soon watched her vomit black sludge. 'Oh that's not good.' Within a blink of an eye, he was at her side, hand on her back. He was no medical ninja, but he knew that wasn't god.

"Please, I'm not an idiot." He almost spat those words out. Out of everything they been through, he could tell when something was wrong with her. He had no idea what was wrong with her, but he knew it wasn't good. People don't normally vomit black goo.

Heading after her, he was trying to be there for her, but it was hard when she wouldn't let him in. To her, he was an open book, but it appeared that it was a one way street for now. Nykyrian hoped one day she would open up to him, or at least gave him some affection. It was kinda driving him crazy. He wanted something, a kiss, hug, just something.

Sighing he looked around the small town. He wished she would rely on him somewhat, he wasn't a weakling, he wasn't stupid, he could care for her, but it appeared that she wasn't ready to lean upon him just yet. Nykyrian was hoping one day soon it would happen, he didn't know how much longer he would need to prove himself to her. He felt he had done enough to prove himself, and he would keep at it. If anything could be said he was patient.

Walking up to her side, he looked at her. "I'm always here, by your side."



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[HufflepuffOwl]

Byakuran Mangetsu

”Please, I’m not an idiot.”

Byakuran flashed him a glare, her viridian eyes gleaming a brilliant crimson. ”I’ll be fine,” she growled stubbornly. After regaining her breath, Byakuran wiped her mouth, removing the black sludge staining her lips. She grimaced at the foul taste. A few minutes later, the she-wolf continued her trek. Her pace was slower, mindful of her weakened state. Subconsciously, her hand remained clutching her stomach. Deep down, a part of her feared her vomiting endangered her unborn pup’s state.

Hypocrite.

Before the spiteful words consumed her psyche, a familiar voice washed over her.

”Byakuran-sama?” inquired the ashen blonde.

She whipped her head back, spotting her friend, Seijuro. The heterochromic eyed blonde approached the couple, clutching a basket filled with herbs. ”Seijuro,” she greeted. She gritted her teeth, suppressing a wave of nausea.

His eyes filled with concern. ”You overexerted yourself,” Seijuro deduced. He stepped forward, draping a hand on the she-wolf’s shoulder. He glanced at the tall brunette. ”You must be Nykyrian,” he added. Among Byakuran’s contacts, he was the first to meet the brunette in person.

”I’m aware of that,” Byakuran snapped.

Seijuro bit his lip. ”T-this way,” he announced, guiding the couple to his home, a quaint cottage on the outskirts of the small town, near the forest. Once they stepped inside, Seijuro closed the door behind him. ”Lay on the couch,” he instructed. The slender man rested his basket on a table, retrieved a cup of water, and approached his friend, handing her the glass.

Byakuran accepted it, sipping it. She laid on the couch, knowing better to protest. Despite her stubbornness, the last thing she wanted was delaying Seijuro’s diagnostic scan, especially when it concerned her unborn pup. If the situation were different, Byakuran might of laughed at the irony. She feared being a mother. Yet, her instincts thought otherwise. ”Nykyrian, this is Seijuro, a Iryō Ninjutsu specialist,” introduced the she-wolf. Byakuran retracted her palm from her abdomen, allowing the ashen blonde to begin his diagnostics.

”I-I’m Byakuran-sama’s doctor,” Seijuro elaborated. And the only medical-nin she trusted, but he refrained mentioning the obvious. Once his hands hovered above Byakuran’s stomach, his pale fingertips illuminated a soothing green. He waved his hands above her body, starting his scan. A frown marred his lips, his eyebrows furrowed with concentration.

 

[Ryan The Insane]

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¤ Nykyrian Hamatko
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He noticed the glare, although he would never admit it, it did hurt him. Nykyrian would have winced, but he did his best and remained deadpan. In his heart he knew she was lying to mind about being fine, you don't vomit black if your fine. Whenever he would open his heart to her, even a little bit she would slap it away sometimes. Was she just playing hard to get? Nykyrian didn't think so, he had a feeling it was much more complex then that.

Sighing he ran his fingers through his hair, not knowing what to do about all this. That suddenly stopped when he heard someone utter her name. Turning he seen a blonde slender man standing near them. He watched as the she greeted him, and listened to the following short conversation between the two.

He nodded his head when he assumed his identity, which was a first for him. No one knew who he was, so he concluded that she must have sent word to him. Which got him curious about their relationship. At one moment, he had to fight the urge to literally cut of the blondes arm when he touch her. Given her state, he was a little on edge. That was a lie, he was on edge. They had been through hell, she was skin, and he was feeling alone.

Nykyrian followed as the man lead them to his home. He had to admit, it was a nice dwelling, he was curious if he would have a home like it one day. Walking inside after them, he watched as his beloved laid on the couch. Standing out of the way, he soon seen the blonde tend to her. Personally, he felt completely useless at the moment, and that feeling sank in his stomach. He heard the comment about the blonde, and he just stood there and remained quite. Normally he would speak somewhat, but he had so many things going on in his head, he was wondering if he was going insane from all this.

That was when he heard something that surprised him. She had a personal doctor. He would have to remember to ask a few questions later. To both her, and to him. Hopefully the blonde would be able to teach him a thing or two about medical jutsu. He watched as the hands of the man glowed green. Looking to his face, he could read it slightly. This only confirmed to him that she wasn't well.

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[HufflepuffOwl]

Byakuran Mangetsu

At one point, Byakuran loosened her yukata, exposing her bandaged torso. The she-wolf didn't feel a shred of modesty, unbothered by her exposed skin. She removed the bandages concealing her wounds, allowing the medical-nin to assess her injuries. Byakuran possessed a total of three gashes on her torso, five slashes on her back, and multiple nicks on her arms. The rest of her wounds healed, courtesy of her healing factor.

"How long have you been vomiting?" Seijuro inquired. He raised his palms, hovering his fingertips above a nasty gash on the she-wolf's left ribs, inches from her heart. He pumped his medical chakra inside the wound, sterilizing it. The skin knitted back together, succumbing to the blonde's command. He shifted his hands, healing the cut on his friend's right shoulder.

"Ten minutes ago," Byakuran answered.

Once his friend shifted on her stomach, the blonde directed his attention to the unpleasant slashes marring the moonlight-haired woman's back. "Did you run all the way here?" Seijuro pressed. Regardless of his skittish nature, his doctorly side surfaced. Right now, his priority was assessing Byakuran's health, including her unborn pup's state.

Byakuran flashed the blonde a glare. "What do you think?" she countered sardonically.

Seijuro ignored the she-wolf's jab. "The black sludge's a sign of overexertion, not poison. You'll need to rest for a few days; and I mean rest, Byakuran-sama. Besides your wounds, your body's in adequate condition. Once I'm finished, I'll prepare a room for you two," he informed. He grew silent, focusing healing the gashes marring his friend's skin. Despite her healing factor, Seijuro didn't want to risk infection.

The she-wolf huffed. "I'm aware," Byakuran grumbled. Absentmindedly, she rubbed her abdomen. It took every fiber of her being not to inquire her unborn pup's condition. Were they healthy? Did her recklessness kill them before they had a chance to live? Despite the turmoil swirling inside her chest, her expression remained impassive. A few minutes later, she retracted her palm.

Bloody hypocrite.

He noticed the gesture, but didn't comment. "All done," Seijuro announced. He retracted his hands, his medical chakra vanishing. He handed his friend a glass of water. "I'll prepare your room," he added. Without another word, the blonde rose into a standing position, pivoted to his right, and exited the sitting room, preparing his guest room.

Once Seijuro left, Byakuran adjusted her yukata, sprawling on the couch. She heaved a sigh, scrubbing a hand down her face. She remained silent, contemplating her next move. She acknowledged her motherhood. On the other hand, how can she admit the truth out loud? Byakuran was carrying his child; Nykyrian's child. He deserved to know. She wasn't terrified of his reaction, be it fear, disbelief, joy, or anger. No, she feared his vision; a peaceful life, or settling down. Byakuran didn't want to live in Konohagakure. Truthfully, any shinobi village sickened her. A nomadic lifestyle didn't suit a child, but what else can she do? How can she raise a babe in a world filled with so many people out for her blood?

 

[Ryan The Insane]

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¤ Nykyrian Hamatko
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He hated feeling useless, all he could do is watch and hope that the blonde would be able to help her. Although he figured he would be able to, considering they ventured here to find him, so that did tell him he should be able to help. As his listened to him speak, he was glad to hear that she hadn't been poisoned, but was kinda surprised by the cause of her vomit. Nykyrian would remember that, and would try his best to make sure she wouldn't over do it again. That though would be hard, considering she didn't listen to him at all. Standing there he seen how bad of shape she was in, and honestly, he wasn't in much better shape either. He to was covered in stitches, and he was in a lot of pain. It was something he hid very well. He would need to have time with the ninja as well.

Nykyrian let out a small sigh of relief when he heard that she was done with her, and he wasn't bothered at all by her being exposed like that. That was a doctor, and one thing he learned was to be completely honest with them about everything. He only hope that the doctor would be able to help him as well. Walking over to her, he kissed her on the forehead. "I'm glad you're going to be okay." He spoke in a soft voice to her. Normally he wouldn't leave her side, but there was a few personal things he would need the doctor to tend to.

Walking away from her, he finally found the doctor. "Hey, I don't know if you're up to it, but I need your help to." With that he removed his shirt, displaying a bloody riddled with stitches, and many of them bleeding. He could only patch himself up so well, and he wouldn't let Bya see how badly all the fighting had damaged him. Nykyrian had a body that appeared to be made of stone, which he was actually kinda proud of. Walking up to him he continued to speak. "I also need calcium, my bones feel very wrong. I'm a member of the Kaguya clan." Nykyrian could tell a number of his bones had been broken, and broken for awhile. He had special pills that would replace what he would need to eat and drink to get the calcium, but he ran out a long time ago. His body was suffering as well. "Doc, I'm in a considerable amount of pain." He spoke that one in a whisper to the blonde. Not wanting her to hear him.​

 

[HufflepuffOwl]

Byakuran Mangetsu

”I’m glad you’re going to be okay.”

Lips brushed against her forehead. ”You worry too much,” Byakuran grumbled, swatting at his face halfheartedly. She shifted on her side, her back facing the sitting room. She pressed her face against the couch cushion, closing her eyes. A curtain of moonlight strands draped over her shoulder, obscuring half her face. A few minutes later, Byakuran drifted off, succumbing to exhaustion. Normally, the she-wolf refused lowering her guard. She fought tooth and nail to maintain her vigilance, to the point her body collapsed from fatigue. However, Seijuro’s household was an exception. It smelled like pack. Regardless of Byakuran’s headstrong nature, her inner wolf considered her contacts pack. Deep down, the white-haired beauty acknowledged it. On the other hand, after losing her family, she maintained her distance, not formerly establishing her pack.

“Hey, I don’t know if you’re up to it, but I need your help to.”

Seijuro, whom was preparing the guest room, turned around. “W-What kind of-“ he cut himself off, spotting the taller man’s injuries. His heterochromic eyes widened a bit. “How are you still alive?” he deadpanned, a frown marring his lips. Not a hint of his skittish demeanor appeared. His eyes scanned the brunette’s body critically, committing the wounds to memory. The ashen blonde approached Nykyrian, clamped his hand on the man’s bicep, and guided him to the guest room’s futon. After forcing the brunette to sit, Seijuro kneeled in front of him. He hovered his hands above the shinobi’s chest, his palms illuminating a soothing green. He waved his hands over Nykyrian’s torso, performing a diagnostic scan.

“Your calcium levels are alarmingly low, considering your background,” Seijuro informed, recalling the man’s confession. He never met a surviving member of the Kaguya clan. Byakuran didn’t mention her mate’s background. His eyebrow knitted together in concentration. “I detect extensive internal trauma. How long have you gone untreated?” he pressed. Due to the man’s mission, his lack of medical attention didn’t surprise him. On the other hand, the fact Nykyrian survived baffled him. As a member of the Kaguya clan, was his body more resilient? Regardless, the brunette wasn’t invincible. If he continued without treatment any longer, the results would be fatal. A few minutes later, the blonde completed his diagnostic scan.

“I’ll be right back,” Seijuro announced. He rose into a standing position, turned around, and exited the guest room. He passed his sitting room, spotting his slumbering friend. His lips twitched with amusement. Without a word, Seijuro entered his bedroom, retrieved his medical kit, and returned to the guest room. He placed it on the floor, kneeled in front of Nykyrian, and brandished a small pill case. “These pills are a special blend I crafted myself. They’ll restore your calcium levels to a safer estimate. Take two twice a day for one week; preferably in the mornings and evenings,” he instructed. Seijuro handed Nykyrian the case, retrieved a pair of tweezers and surgical scissors, and gestured to the man’s stitches. “I’ll need to remove the stitches before I can start healing you,” he warned. The handiwork was sloppy, too sloppy for the blonde’s liking.

 

[Ryan The Insane]

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¤ Nykyrian Hamatko
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The look on the face Seijuro had told him he was bad off as he thought. Hearing tho how he spoke to him, gave him pause, he hoped he wasn't past the point of no return. That thought scared him deeply. "Stubbornness and drugs I could fit. I was selling swords I made from my bones to get money." He gave the man a chuckle, and he spoke again. "Couldn't leave her alone." Saying as he looked back to the room Bya was in. Feeling the blonde take hold of his arm, he followed him knowing he was going to get the help he needed. Sitting down, he watched as he scanned his body, from how his body felt, he had a feeling it was going to be bad. As the green glow touched his skin, he winced slightly. He was with a doctor, he needed to know everything if he was going to help him. Acting tough with a doctor doesn't get you the best care.

Nykyrian listened as the man confirmed what he knew about his levels, it explained the few broken bones. Once the levels return to normal they would heal easily, although they would need set. That was when he heard something he feared, internal trauma. Never good. "I don't know, maybe three weeks ago, most likely longer, my days have been burring together..I know I'm in very bad shape, that's why I asked for your help, I didn't know how much longer I could keep going. My regeneration is over taxed." Saying hoping this man before him would be able to help him fully heal. There was only so much he could do himself, and he used up the last bit of medical ointment two weeks ago. Although many of the scars on his body had been from this past year. Each one a memory with her, and their fight to survive.

How long it took him to scan his body was rather alarming, Nykyrian was nervous slightly that he had waited to long to get help. Finally he stopped, hearing him speak, then leave, he was curious what he was going to bring back. When the man finally appeared, he kept silent, and listened very carefully to what he had to say. "The calcium in it needs to be a very high dose, my bones are stronger then steel." Taking the case from him he opened it and took one. Closing it he set it aside, and watched as he retrieved a couple of tools. Sighing he gave the blonde a nod to begin.



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[HufflepuffOwl]

Byakuran Mangetsu

”The calcium in it needs to be a very high dose, my bones are stronger than steel.”

Seijuro pinned the brunette with a deadpanned stare. ”I may haven’t treated a patient of Kaguya descent, but I’m aware of your family’s bloodline, Nykyrian-san. These pills are my strongest dose. They will help you recover,” he pointed out sternly. His tone left no room for argument. Despite the blonde’s compassionate nature, he was a diligent medical-nin; he loathed patients questioning his methods, especially his products. Seijuro wouldn’t of suggested the pills if their dose was too weak. Without another word, the slender man skillfully removed Nykyrian’s stitches, mindful of his injuries. He discarded the surgical threads, brandished his cleaning supplies, and disinfected the wounds. Since Nykyrian’s injuries were extensive, he refrained disinfecting the man’s wounds with chakra. He needed the additional energy.

”Lay down,” Seijuro instructed. Once the brunette complied, Seijuro hovered his hands above the man’s torso. ”Some of your bones are remodeling incorrectly. Considering your bloodline, it’s imperative I set them correctly,” he warned. He gathered his long ashen blonde hair in a high ponytail, resumed his position, and summoned his medical chakra. He pressed his hands on Nykyrian’s right bicep. ”This will hurt. If you need something to bite on, let me know,” he announced. Without warning, Seijuro snapped the man’s humerus. The fact he snapped it with ease cemented his diagnostic scan; Nykyrian’s calcium levels were alarmingly low. After re-breaking the bone, Seijuro applied his healing chakra, coaxing the bone to mend correctly. Due to the brunette’s extensive injuries, Seijuro refrained healing the humerus completely. Since he needed the additional chakra to stabilize Nykyrian’s wounds, he couldn’t afford healing the bone thoroughly. Once he guided the humerus to proper remodeling, the medical-nin focused resetting the remainder of the man’s damaged bones; specifically, the bones that remodeled incorrectly.

 

[Ryan The Insane]

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¤ Nykyrian Hamatko
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The breaking of his bones hurt, but it wasn't anything he couldn't bare. He knew his journey to recovery was going to be time consuming. "Don't worry about healing my bones, once my calcium levels are restored they'll heal within a day if not sooner." He winced each time he went to break a bone to set it. Nykyrian knew all this needed to be done for him to heal, he only wished he hadn't waited so long to seek the treatment he needed.

Nykyrian was running off fumes, and he didn't know when the last time he truly slept. While being worked on, since he was already laying down, his exhaustion got the better of him. Sure enough he fell asleep, sleep was something he needed. It would help his body heal.

Hours past while he lay asleep. For many months he took small cat naps to function, only sleeping for maybe an hour or two at a time. The danger around them had been extreme, and he couldn't afford to be in a deep sleep if they came under attack.

Finally waking up, he yawned. Stretching, he winced slightly, he looked over his body, and found it covered in bandages. From how he was feeling, he could tell he was back on the right track to recovery. Which was good, he had been damaged for so long, he didn't know how much longer he would be able to hold out. Closing his eyes, he focused on his bones. His levels had improved slightly, and his bones he could tell had all been set properly.

Sitting up, he winced again. His whole body was sore, but the excessive amount of pain that he had been in was half of what it had been, he figured it would fade in time. Nykyrian tho was curious what all the medical ninja had done to him. He was also curious if Bya had found him like this. Most of the injuries came from when he had the night watch, and he would make her sleep. He would fend them off, but not without getting hurt while battling them.

Closing his eyes, he let out a soft sigh. What he wanted right now was a drink, and to be held by thw woman he loved. That to him sounded perfect. Opening his eyes, he looked down at his legs. They to had been bandaged. He probably looked like a damn mummy from all these.​

 

[HufflepuffOwl]

Byakuran Mangetsu

”Don’t worry about healing my bones, once my calcium levels are restored they’ll heal within a day if not sooner.”

Seijuro flashed the brunette a disapproved frown. ”They may heal, but will they heal correctly? Regardless, I’m setting them correctly. You’ve been in enough pain, Nykyrian-san,” he pointed out. After completing his task, the ashen blonde focused on his next objective; internal damage. It was a long, arduous process. Within a half hour, his friend’s mate fell asleep, succumbing to exhaustion. According to his diagnostics, the taller man desperately needed it. At some point, Byakuran awakened from her nap, entering the guest room. They conversed for awhile, but the medical-nin convinced the she-wolf to rest. Instead of joining Nykyrian, Byakuran exited the guest room, returning to the couch.

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Six hours passed since Seijuro encountered his friend, including her mate. After two hours of intensive healing, the ashen blonde left the room, preparing the couple a meal. Seijuro repaired the damage to Nykyrian’s bones, internal organs, and outward injuries. Once healing the man’s insides, the blonde sterilized, stitched, and bandaged the brunette’s gashes. He was currently inside the kitchen, nursing a cup of herbal tea. Since his chakra reserves were low, Seijuro preserved his remaining energy.

”Is that catfish?” inquired the she-wolf.

He glanced at his friend, who stood near the doorway. ”One of your favorites,” Seijuro confirmed.

A frown marred her lips. ”You didn’t have to do that,” Byakuran grumbled, folding her arms across her chest.

A chuckle rumbled through his chest. Seijuro placed his cup on the table, approached his stove, and dished two plates. He prepared catfish and rice; a light, but nutritious meal. He pivoted to his left, facing his superior. ”Nykyrian-san should be awakening soon. Can you deliver this to him?” he inquired. Due to her pregnancy, Seijuro avoided fish with high mercury; not that he possessed a variety of seafood.

”What about you?” Byakuran countered, accepting the plates.

Seijuro waved his hand dismissively. ”I’ve eaten,” he assured. Before his friend left, he handed her two glasses of water.

Instead of commenting, Byakuran exited the kitchen, sauntering down the hallway. Without a word, she opened the door leading to the guest room. ”You’re awake,” she declared, spotting his movement. She approached Nykyrian, plopped on the floor, and handed him a plate, including a glass. ”Seijuro prepared us food,” she added. She leaned against the wall, placed her glass on the floor, and munched on a piece of catfish. From the corner of her eye, she inspected Nykyrian's bandages. Byakuran recalled walking inside the guest room for the first time, witnessing Seijuro’s healing. The extensive injuries put her on edge. She knew his condition was severe. However, she never anticipated the degree she witnessed. Despite her heightened senses, she wasn’t a medical expert.

”Seijuro’s house is protected by seals,” Byakuran announced. She lowered her gaze, staring at her food. ”He’s adept at fūinjutsu. We’re safe here,” she elaborated. As a missing-nin, Byakuran adapted a nomadic lifestyle. There weren’t many places she considered safe. Seijuro wasn’t a skilled shinobi, but he excelled in Iryō Ninjutsu and Fūinjutsu. ”We’ll be staying here for awhile,” she pointed out. Truthfully, Byakuran doubted Seijuro would allow them to leave without recovering. The she-wolf grew silent, eating her food.

 

[Ryan The Insane]

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The wounded ninja could smell food, it smelt amazing to, he would go trace the smell laters, he first wanted to see what had happened to his body. Going over what the blonde had done to him, it seemed that everything was healing right. Reaching over to the case the blonde had given him, he took one of the pills, figuring it was probably time for him to take a dose. Popping the pill he swallowed it, not long after taking the pill the woman he loved walked through the door. The smell of what had been cooked poured into the room. Watching her sit on the he took the plate and glass from her, his stomach growled as the food got closer to him. "Thank you sweetie. For bring it to me." He was glad to finally have something good to eat, he couldn't remember the last time he had a decent meal. Setting the glass down to the side, he took a piece of the catfish and popped it into his mouth. It was as good as it smelt, so it didn't take him long to clear the entire plate, and down the drink. He did wish it was something strong, but the medical ninja would probably kick his ass for attempting to drink something like that in his current state.

Sitting there close to her, he listened to her speak, and it was comforting to hear that they're safe in this house. He suspected as much, but he was glad to still hear it confirmed by someone he trusted. Then he heard that they would be staying here for a while, which was a great relief to him. He didn't feel up for a fight, and in his current state, he'd probably die if he got into one. Looking over to her, he could see that something was bugging her, it was written in her eyes. "Love, what's wrong?" When it came to her, he would do anything for her. Time after time, he had proven himself to her, even when he almost died in a fight protecting her.

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[HufflepuffOwl]

Byakuran Mangetsu

”Love, what’s wrong?”

Byakuran flashed the brunette a glare. ”Your wounds,” she spat. Her grip on her fork tightened, the metal bending underneath her grasp. The she-wolf released her fork, dropping it on her half-eaten plate. She placed the dish on the floor. ”They’re more extensive than you claimed,” she elaborated. Byakuran pressed her legs against her chest, wrapping her arms around her ankles. ”I saw them before Seijuro finished healing you,” she pointed out. A flicker of despair surfaced inside her viridian eyes. She closed her eyes, crushing the feeling.

”You could of died, you fool,” Byakuran muttered. She gritted her teeth, forcing the bile down her throat. Absentmindedly, her fingers ghosted over her abdomen. Her - their - child would of been fatherless. All of the sudden, unadulterated fury surged through her veins. Without warning, Byakuran pounced, straddling her partner. She grasped his throat, slamming his head against the wall. The she-wolf raised her right hand, claws unsheathed. Her eyes illuminated a smoldering crimson. ”If anyone gets to kill you, it’ll be me, got it?” she snarled. Despite the anger radiating from the moonlight-haired woman, her fingertips trembled. A few minutes later, Byakuran lowered her right hand, claws receding. Her grip on Nykyrian’s neck slackened. Bangs draped over her eyes, obscuring her luminescent orbs.

”Finish your damn fish,” Byakuran grumbled. Without another word, the she-wolf slipped off Nykyrian’s lap, rose into a standing position, and exited the guest room. She walked down the hallway, past the kitchen, and through the door leading to Seijuro’s backyard. Once Byakuran was alone, she plopped on the porch, pressing her legs against her chest. She buried her face against her knees, clutching her ankles. She grounded her teeth, suppressing the tears. ”Goddamn hormones,” she hissed underneath her breath. Truthfully, the she-wolf was terrified losing Nykyrian.

Selfish bitch.

 

[Ryan The Insane]

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Nykyrian was glad to have something of actual substance in his stomach. Although he wished he would have taken his time eating the meal. It was truly delicious. As he sat he soon heard her finally speak to him, and what she said he wasn't really surprised. It was true he had kept how badly he was hurt from her. Nykyrian didn't want her to worry and he didn't want to appear weak in front of her. He was still trying to figure her out and it was hard. She was so guarded and getting closer to her was hard. The last time they had a true moment took him almost being killed.

Nykyrian looked into her eyes, and he could have sworn he seen something close to fear in them. That was something he didn't really expect coming from her. But it did show him that perhaps she did have some deeper feelings for him, more than what she had shown him. In the blink of an eye she was on top of him and her hand around his throat. This took him by surprise and all his muscles tensed up when she had bashed the back of his head against the wall. His head pounded and be fought the urge to fight her. Although in his current state he doubted he would be a match for her. But that was when he heard her speak. She came into focus and he listened to her and he could pick up the slightest trace of fear in her voice. Also the trembling of her fingers that surrounded his throat. Slowly pieces of her had been coming together. In this one moment he looked into her eyes, and he seen something. She was afraid of losing him.
When she finally removed herself from atop his wounded body, he watched as she walked out of the room. The pounding of his head soon faded and he sat there. Nykyrian was in love with her, and he had doubted that she felt the same way about him, till now. Closing his eyes, he let that information sink in. She loved him. Now he wouldn't be afraid to tell her something very important. Standing up he walked out the door in search of her. It honestly didn't take him long to find her in the back yard. Opening the door he walked over to her. Dropping to his knees he took her into his arms and he held her close. "Bya I love you."
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