Everyone has their own snowflake;; private yuzuki.

A heavy storm was still battering against the landscape of Mysterious Canyon trying it’s very best to destroy everything in its path but yet seeming to lack something it required to do so because not a single rock had fallen yet. Everything living that might have been residing in or near the ravine’s? Had since taken cover from the torrential rains and occasional lightning flashes. Conditions where not fit for any man or beast. Anyone who decided to go out with the current risky weather conditions? Could easily be called an idiot because the more it rained the greater the risk of rocks falling, a landslide crushing someone was becoming a real possibility. The skies seemed to have no concern for the danger they were creating, continuing to sob hysterically and drown the earth below, one could easily see how the walls of the chasm had begun to get water logged and maybe lose some of the integrity. If one were to be dramatic? They would say this storm had made Mysterious Canyon a domino ready to be knocked over, an old building ready to grumble if a fly landed on it. Yet in this downpour, in this perilous area two existed were out and about, walking side by side in the never ending sheets pouring from the skies. However it was hard to make our who the figures were due to the pitch blackness induced by the storm, visibility was basically nothing. The sound of the rain drops falling into impact with the ground surrounding the two who trudged through the storm, it was just so deafening! For anyone to be out in this storm, even if they were not enduring it all on there own, it was just the definition of depressing. Nothing could survive long in such drastic conditions, yet two lone figures decided to try it anyways, against any better judgement they may have.

If one could break through the rain enough to see the shadowy figures walking through the gulf? It would be quickly noted that neither existence was in itself too shadowy, in fact both living beings were quite brightly pastel colored. The first figure was a wolf far taller than most and built enough to pull heavy loads, golden eyes without pupils contrasting against his light icy blue pelt. The second figure looked even less sinister considering her long hair was colored in a shade associated with gentleness and love, made in the imagine of pink to match her light rose optics. However the real reason the second figure walking through the rain could be no threat to anyone? Would be the fact she was actually only an eight year old child! Yet this begged the question of what the little girl was doing out in this storm alone with only her pet wolf for company. What kind of human being let a little child wander off on her helpless lonesome into a fierce storm? If the child was human she would no doubt become seriously ill from this adventure, if it was even an adventure in the first place. The wolf was large enough to protect her from predators but it would be unable to shield her from the elements to prevent the flu or hypothermia from setting in. Luckily the child was actually unlikely to ever catch either of those things in her life time, due to the constitution of her body. Yet her body made from the earth itself presented another much more serious risk when she was subjected to water for so long like this, drown beneath the tempest.

Frey’s body was comprised entirely of soil except for the black blood that flowed through it and when dirt became too water logged, it started to fall apart. Anyone who was wise? Would know this weather could eventually be the death of her due to her body's inability to remain intact when subject to this sort of condition. However right now the little girls serious expression suggested something much more pressing than the rain was corrupting her small delicate head, sneaking its way into every crevice and crack that it could gain access to, trying to tear her apart from the inside. Maybe it was because she knew someone else was suffering right now and if anyone in the entire world held the power to end their tears, it was her, but she didn’t know how she could do it just that he was upset over her for no reason. Raijin thought she was dead, that something had happened between mongolia and when she got to Savage Skull, he thought she was lying about being Frey, but there was no way either of those things were true! Rune knew who she was, looking down at her manicured claws the child knew it was still her hands that those things were attached to. Inhaling her own changed scent? She still knew it was her own, because she had been in her own body when the purification energy her father had passed onto her finally ran out and vanished, releasing her truer form, this one. Yet the one person she wished that she was able to convince of this, had not been there at the time and Frey knew she would not believe someone if they told her story back to her. If she was in someone else’s shoes? The child would think herself a cruel fibber as well. She was in her own black combat boots though, dressed in her own dress and she held some sort of power in this situation, power she was still not quite sure how to wield.

Eventually the turmoil in her head became too much and upon finding a crevice in the side of the canyon she told Silver to stay here, forming her wings and taking off before he could protest. Flying while waterlogged? Was true misery, her body was in agony as if the ashes that made her where trying to pull apart at the seams but were unable to do so for some reason. She was incapable of staying out in this storm for much longer, but she had already decided what she was going to do so she couldn’t go back now it would be a shame on her name! Rune had to find Raijin and convince him of who she was, stop the green eyed male from thinking he had failed her when she was perfectly alright. After about an hour of flying she had managed to pick up faint traces of his scent through the downpour and spotted the opening of a cave dimly through the curtain of rain. If he was going to anywhere, it might as well be in the cavern, and even if it would be a wrong guess, she would be given a few seconds to dry off before she went back out.

The child struck gold when she landed on her tip toes at the mouth of the cave, her large grey wings tucking into her back. One look at the girl told the story of her having been out in the rain this whole time, her dress had become see through and her hair was matted to her body. Frey’s pink optics looked kind of upset as she stared at the male she had spent hours in this storm searching for. “You Can’t Tell Frey That She Isn’t Frey!” she shouted it, so if he had not known she was there right away, he did now, her head shaking as she spoke, a tiny glare looking back up. “Frey knows who Frey is, and she will make you believe it……. Somehow.” the second shout sounded a lot weaker, especially near the end where she had both fists near her mouth and was looking off to the side, as if she had no idea how she was going to convince him. The truth was? She really did have no clue how she was going to do this, she had just been so, she felt something for the fact he was so torn up over her and felt like she should be able to help somehow, but she had no idea how she could help. Returning to her purified form to proof it? Was not something she was capable of on her own, and she didn’t even really know if it could happen to begin with. “Somehow.” the world echoed once more as she glanced at the ground, eyes fixating on her boots, realizing she had just put herself in danger. Distressed people? Could become violent ones, and she was not in front of one, offering a fixation point for any anger he held. The child only wanted to help him, but the girl was beginning to realize that it might not as simple as she originally plotted. How was she supposed to convince him that she was Frey when she could barely even speak past the weight of emotion now. She needed some sort of miracle, she needed her purified form somehow.

Yazuki sat poking the fire with his stick, his limbs heavy with the disappointment of his failure. Truth was, he didn't know what to do or who killed Frey, but the girl's excuse that had claimed she was Frey kept replaying in his head. I am Frey were the words that kept replaying, slowly antagonizing him as the girl who had gone on a few missions with him now was no where near like Frey. A deep sadness could be felt coming off of him, almost poisoning the air around him. The gloom was too much to bear. He couldn't get up off the ground, his knees pulled to his chest, and his will too weak to grab himself a bite to eat. It had been a few days since it happened, and he was slowly wasting away, only eating when Miva force fed him. He barely slept, his eyes having bags underneath them betraying his current Insomnia, and his tears, never ceased, just as the torrent of the storm had reached a new peak making the canyon a hazard to anyone who passed through it.

The lightning was striking harder outside than it had ever done before, as the man fell slowly into despair, waiting for his good friend Marceline to come end his life, knowing she would have to be the one to take it. Then, he could confess his sin to her, and leave this plane, never to walk again. He knew little about Marceline to be honest. Whether she had a family or friends, but she seemed to be the only one who could talk him out of stupid things like this. Maybe it was best he waited for her to come along. Miva had left to grab some supplies, knowing she had to keep him fed and take care of him. Truth be told, she had never been this kind and gentle to anyone, but this man had saved her life, and now it was her turn to save his. He was prone to fits of rage, but fortunately he wasn't taking them out on her at the moment, so she was thankful.

He was unsure how many days had gone by or how long it had been until he heard the girl who had claimed to be Frey yell at him. He simply looked up, tears falling, red marks on his cheek from how long he had been crying from the streaks, the whole around his eyes were red, black and puffy from crying and lack of sleep. His dharma and clothes were off save his pants, revealing his tattoos and his washboard abs. His hare was down for the first time ever, no ponytail present, and a horrible mess that looked like he had been trying to pull it out. He returned his gaze back towards the fire, ignoring her. He was too weak to move past poking the fire, and it could be seen in his actions. Yazuki was giving up, his heart was too heavy to even act on the rage that the girl being here brought. He just hoped this impostor would go away, as obviously there was no way for her to prove herself as Frey. Even then, it would take more than just looked to convince him. His head started to spin again, as it had earlier, him dropping the stick in the daze, as he fell backwards unconscious. Lightning traced around his body gently as he lay, his body's defense to keep him from dying at the moment. He was no alone with this strange girl, and had no defense to her, he tried to wake up, knowing that he couldn't trust her, but his body had started his regenerative process to repair the damage he had done. He couldn't move at the moment, and he didn't know how long it would take.

Flames danced in the glass gaze of her rose optics, enjoying the company of each other's tiny little sparks and thriving due to it. Even if they were fated to die when they ran out of fuel and fade out into the darkness of night? The blaze did not care because it would never know the strife of life in its short span of existence only that it burned brighter than everything else surrounding it. The small fire was enough to distract the girl's mind for a second, making her fixate on it and lose her own sight within it, the purpose why she had come to this desolate cave in the first place just faded away like the life of the flames would before long. Every single life was so fragile, even demons could die her father had proven that even though he was purified at the time he died and thus weaker than he would have been otherwise. Shockingly thought? She did not view the fact Acilles had died as a failure, she screamed that he failed sometimes because he went without telling her that she was his daughter, but the weakness that took his life was his emotions of love, how could she fault him for that? Of course back when he died she had not spoken like that, she had threatened him so much and even cussed as he lay there bleeding out holding her to his chest, apologizing for not being able to protect her from the cut beading black blood down her arm. Was that she was so set on making Raijin believe who she was?! The child had already let one person important to her go the grave thinking that they failed her somehow, Frey really did not want someone else to spend time thinking they did her wrong when she was just fine. This was a simple matter of using him as a conduit to purge any guilt she held over something that happened in the past, what was going on right now it didn’t matter, Raijin was just convenient for her. Yet if this was the truth then why could she not bring words out of her small lips.

Rune spent a very good amount of time only having one thing to herself and that was her own identity, her name, Frey. While she had been born with, birthed into everything a child could ever want? The little girl had lost it all shortly afterward, Marceline loved her like any mother should cared for and treasured her the child knew this, but those emotions had lead to the death embodiment giving her up not long after bearing her! Frey’s father had suffered from the same thing, not believing himself worthy to raise her if she knew that he was her father, so even with her own dad right next to her for a few years, she had nothing because she didn’t know it, the only thing she had was the name she knew had been given to her, Frey. Then she lost the village that she called home, found Kanix and then lost the motherly woman who had adopted her as her own and given her the family she desperately wanted for only a brief moment in time. She was just pissed that he thought he had the right to tell her who she was and was not, that was the reason she was here, silently standing in the entryway to his cave. Rune didn’t think she had known the male long enough to really come to care about his struggle, this had to do with something that centered around her because she only really cared about her family, nothing and no one else. Even seeking him out like this? Went against what she thought about herself, it was selfless to want to convince him of who she was and she could see no direct benefit to herself. Leaving was her best option, the little girl quickly decided it and turned around wanting to exit the cave.

Once she had her back to the brown haired slayer? The image of is tears flashed back in her mind and her own started rolling down her cheeks. Raijin barely knew her, even when she was in fairy tail and especially now that she was with her mother, yet the green eyed male cried over thinking he failed her. Could she really leave him, knowing he had spent days like this and could possibly spend even more days in a crying mess over someone as important as her. If she was so important then why did she feel bad thinking about the sight of tears streaking their rightful place down his cheeks? She was better than he could ever hope to be and he should be crying because he failed to believe her when she told him who she was and trusted him with that information. Yet she turned around once more, her wing’s dissolving and merging back into her body as she walked further into the cave coming to stand beside his kneeling form. Rune bit her lower lip as she wondered again why she had searched him out so rashly when thing’s had a neat bow on them, when if he fell it would be his own fault for not believe her instead of her fault for not convincing him.

“I- I can’t prove it.” she slowly crumbled to kneel down beside his fallen form, small hand stopping just short of touching his bared chest as one of her own hands gripped over her heart. His current state? Was causing her earth made organ to feel like something was shattering it and she didn’t know why, how had he become so important so swiftly. “But I know who- I Am Frey Rune, daughter of- ” her voice cut off as she raised the hand that had reached for him to wipe some of the tears from her own face, wondering why she was so affected her speech had begun to fail so severely. Pink eyes looked carefully down at his grief-ravaged body, nearly chewing through her own tongue as her small hand pressed itself against his chest, right above his heart. “I can’t just walk away, knowing you're like this, when I’m the only one-” she pressed her other hand on top of the one already pressing against his chest and then her forehead fell on top of them, not even realizing as her claws faded away and her hair began to turn green once more. “If I can’t prove who I am to you, then who can!?” the female felt her own tears streak down her waterlogged hands to seep towards his skin as she felt her breath picking up slightly, raising her head slightly her now emerald optics gazed up at him with the deep forest contained within them, praying he would wake up, give her something she could do to prove it, even though it didn’t make sense for who she was, Frey couldn’t leave him like this.

Only it made too much sense because as much as she claimed the world revolved around her, she only said it because for so long she felt like she had no place in it! Raijin had done things to help her feel more at home in a world that had once been cold all on her own, he cried over her and that-

The city of Magnolia was in turmoil when he had arrived, this time something feeling different. Why was he reliving this, was it not enough he had already had to live with his failure. He dropped to the ground on his hands and knees as he realized he was dreaming in the worst possible way, just wishing to wake up. It didn't matter if he was awake or asleep though, he would feel this pain. A small foot kicked him as he looked up to see Frey, a pissed look on her face. "You failed me. You don't deserve life." He voice came through to him, as his heart sunk further into despair. "You failed me. So you deserve your punishment," she stated as she walked away. A figure of a man with demonic looking eyes was silouetted behind her as she stabbed her, her scream ringing through his ears. He sat on his knees, paralyzed in fear, not able to move with tears streaking down his face. "FREY NOO! FREY!" he yelled, still unable to even fathom moving.

"Frey! Please!" He jolted awake, almost sitting up except for the woman who he barely recognized gazing up at him. He refocused for a moment, trying to get a clearer view. She looked like... an older Frey? He was baffled and sure he was dreaming again. This looked like an older version of Frey, the Frey he knew from Fairy Tail. The Frey who seemed so kind to him... He continued staring at her in disbelief, reaching out and touching her face, wiping her tears away. This felt real for a dream, but right now, seeing Frey calmed him. Even in this dream he felt weak, like he was awake, but this was better than the nightmare he was just in. He looked at her tenderly, as tears began streaming again, this time with relief as his dream was letting him hold her one last time. He began to sob uncontrollably, holding her close to him having sat up enough to grab her in a full hug. He held on tight, not realizing how hard he was squeezing as his whole body tingled.

"I am so sorry I failed you. I was still new to the guild when we met, and I miss you. Please don't leave me in this dream alone." He started crying harder than before, not wanting this dream to end, not realizing it was actually her in front of him. He just held on for dear life, as if holding her now would save her from her fate.

Watery leaves stared at the male's face as she detected his dream might not be the best one. Even though she knew he was suffering even more in his forced slumber? Frey was hesitant to wake him up because she was now aware Raijin might harm her if he realized she was here, sure he had looked at her before but in his state that did not guarantee he had seen her. If she woke him up, there was no way the lightning user would be able to miss her presence, it would be bad for both of them neither party was physically primed for a fight that much was clear, but she doubted he would care if his rage woke back up. At the moment Rune could think of nothing to do besides for staring intently and watery eyed up at his grimaced red streaked face. What was she suppose to do in this situation, she had barely gotten around to accepting that this was her fault, to begin with, both of them were lucky she had even decided to come this far! Asking her to know anything beyond simply touching her hands to his faint pulse? Was far too much to ask of the teenage bodied earth slayer. Of course, she didn’t even realize the change in her own body yet, Frey was too focused on the man she came here in an attempt to help, the girl had not bothered looking away from his form long enough to realize the change in herself.

The shout that left Raijin’s lips proved that his dream had been about her and the girl's heart sank further down, she couldn’t do anything for him even if she was right here. What had possessed her into thinking she might be able to fix something like this on her own? She had shattered someone, an action she had never taken before and an action she never intended to take in the first place, she had just been trying to tell the green-eyed man the truth! Matching optics of bright emeralds met each other as his worn black surrounded ones narrowed as if trying to focus on her, she knew there was no running from here. “Raijin?” she spoke his name almost as if questioning him as to whether he had really woken up or if this was just some sort spell of jolting up, one of her elbows jabbed somewhat uncomfortably near his hip from where he had tried to sit up. How come she had not been thrown off by that? She was small and the fact she still had her hands almost over his heart caused her to somewhat glance at herself. “My Claws-” it was the first thing she noticed when she gazed at her own hands against his flesh the fact she had lost her claws somehow, in the time it took to place her head down and him to wake up, her talons had poofed into thin air leaving human-like nails in their place. Wait if her nails were back to what many would consider normal for her? Frey’s gaze switched about to see a green strand of hair fall in front of her own face, her own hair, light green hair. Somehow?! She was back to the form she needed to convince him everything was alright! The tears in her eyes changed slightly, now coming from a different source inside of her, the one that sung the fact she may be able to help him now.

Raijin’s rough hand reached out and touched the side of her face his large thumb reaching up to brush away the tears from one of her eyes as her breathing picked up happily. Delight coursed through the young girl as she lifted one hand to touch the one he had placed on her face, her other matching appendage raising to try to wipe some of the moisture from his own eyes even though her hand would likely only succeed in spreading it around due to her current state. He gripped onto her and nearly choked the air out of her lungs, but she didn’t feel faint in a bad way, just butterflies returning as her hands slid up to his shoulders possibly taking a second too long to do this, maybe feeling his chest a bit before they gripped his shoulders tightly as he was wrapping his arms around her fragile form. Even if it was slightly painful? Frey didn’t want him to let go so she squirmed slightly to straighten out her body, bury her nose into his neck breathing deeply as her mind raced. Being held the way he was holding her as if she was the most important thing in the world, it felt amazing. Of course, there was also another reason being held like this felt amazing that had something to do with the fact her dress was soaked and he was half naked but her teen body was too new for her to really understand this part.

“I’ve been trying to tell you.” she had to tilt her head in a slightly different direction so that she would not be mumbling into his flesh, enable him to hear what she was saying to him. Right now? She might actually be able to get through to him and it was making her giddy, her fingers moving around slightly on his shoulders as her newly developed body shifted about again. “You didn’t fail, I tried to tell you and you didn’t believe me because I looked different.” she pressed herself against him further, burying her face back in his neck with a sigh, her breathing pattern a bit erratic as a feeling she had not experienced before started taking root in her body alongside the joy at current events. “Raijin, you silly- I won’t leave you alone, just don’t try to chase me off again.” heck she had not even changed since the last time she saw him, the dress she wore that day now too short and tight on her older form especially at the chest and legs, though to be fair her chest size had not actually gone up to something ridiculous, she was modest there.

Of course due to his holy energy triggering her to this form and rendering her in an older body? They were about to have another whole new series of trouble to deal with, her head rising again but this time her lips sought out his, pressing against them in an akward and unexperianced, unsure way, the instincts of a sucubus and/or lust demon starting to stir and take over her actions.

This dream was everything he had wanted, everything he had wished for. He knew this had to be a second dream and he must be dying at the moment, but he didn't care. Her words, everything that was happening, it felt so real. He had met her on the other side, and he could protect her here, but why was she grown. He couldn't quite understand it, but she seemed to love the fact that he was holding her like she was the only thing in existence. She had been his one true failure, but now, they could live life eternally, and he could take care of her now... Then she...

As her lips touched his, a shock came through his body that he didn't quite understand. She kissed him? This was the first time he had ever been kissed, but he quickly returned it, having initiated all the kisses himself, he found himself backing against the wall slowly, continuing to kiss her. His pants grew a little tight with her cold, wet body pressed against his. She was about his age now, maybe just younger, and he could be with her, he could love her in this life, in the afterlife. He could take care of her, love her even, which was something he couldn't do before. As they continued to kiss, he loosened his grip slightly, but moves his hands down to the middle of her back to pull her in tight, bringing her in as close as possible. He didn't know if this was a dream or this was his afterlife, but he wanted to show her how badly he cared, and how his failure had made him want to make everything right for her. He just wanted her happy, and her kiss had shown him that being there for her was what she indeed wanted. His heart stopped hurting and felt something entirely different as his insides felt warm and like they were melting. His heart felt lighter and his fatigue reduced as his body started its full regeneration again.

Everything that was happening still felt as a dream, as his body would still be numb and his thoughts not entirely right yet, but he started to notice some things that were a little... weird for a dream. For instance, her clothes seemed a little... short? He dismissed the thought as he held her, internally shaking the thought away. This was her in front of him, that much he was sure of, an older Frey, which could only be possible if he was dreaming or dying. Her lips on his, that definitely screamed dream. There was no way for this to be reality, he thought. His hands may have went a little too far as they dropped down her lower back and slowly caressed her buttox, something seemed to feel right about the whole situation, and though he had never done anything in his life like this, this was a dream, surely he would know what he was doing... Right?

Dreams were funny the little girl had many of them through her life because they were almost a certainty if someone required sleep in their existence. Even one did not need to slumber? They could have dreams, but instead of images gifted to them in slumber, their dreams were goals that they slaved towards. Current events could really be considered either because on one hand she was getting her way, Raijin was finally accepting who she was and it was making him very happy; On the other hand, this was almost too easy. Frey really did not realize the brown haired male thought he was dreaming, that the physical contact they currently shared was not real, that he still believed she was not real. Of course believing her a ghost he was meeting on the other side, maybe that was better than no progress whatsoever. For Yazuki everything felt real but for the newly made teenager, it was all actually happening so the experience was much different for Rune than it was for him. She liked the idea of someone taking care of her, it was how a princess should live, she adored being held but-

As Raijins lips moved back against her own likely much less experienced ones? The teens head flushed with things she was unfamiliar with, feelings rising further, feelings that had already been out of her control. He pulled her in close his strong arms encircling her completely as his hands came to rest on her lower back, squishing her prone state to him, enhancing their contact beyond the simple way she had been pressing against him before. Rune’s body responded to his actions for her, everything entirely out of her hands because she had never dealt with this before. The urge to love someone was nothing new for the girl, she had felt that many times before at different intensities, she knew love itself very well. However right now, while Raijin was concerned with how he could love, cherish and protect her now? Love was not what was going through her green haired head right now, it was actually mostly drowned out to blackness, to be honest. Even if a form of love had driven her to come here, seek him out and try to aid him, shortly after his holy energy had switched her forms, another feeling became stronger. Noises escaped her throat as her form squirmed against him, hands sliding to link up behind his neck and nearly trap him in the lip lock she had established when these new feelings first began to take root in her.

Oxygen was required for at least one of them and the feelings coursing through her body were almost too much for her, prompting the girl to break the connection of mouths. Her breath was tempered the same as the air around them since she produced no body heat, maybe slightly colder due to her soaked state, as she breathed in and out, it would bathe against his skin her mind struggling to try and figure out what she was doing. Hazy green eyes blinked, her mouth touching the line of his jaw as she giggled slightly, her face taking on a purple tint fanning her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. “Raijin.” his name spilled from her pale mouth as she pressed another kiss to his lips, breaking it after a few seconds to look at him with her clouded emerald optics, one hand moving up to caress his cheek. Somehow with no idea what she was doing, Frey was happy to find she seemed to have solved the problem, convinced him that she was herself. Instincts overpowering pretty much everything else that existed within her? Frey would press her mouth to his again, rougher this time, her hands pressing against the stone wall behind them, pushing herself against him, almost as if she was trying to stand up and take his recovering form with her.

The fire that once burned sustained by the sticks Yazuki fed it in his grief-induced shock state? Had dwindled to embers or less as the night dragged on and gave way to the dawn of the next day. Sometime from the moment she first kissed him to the time of this new day? The pair had moved through the cavern back to a hallway and into one of the rooms contained within it, collapsing onto the bed that would serve as the place they remained for the rest of the night. “Ugh.” her body was sore and Frey did not know why she felt so miserable physically until her eyes opened to see that her body did not look as she recalled it, the girl knew quickly she had grown in age again. On top of remembering getting waterlogged? It easily explained why she could barely move, struggling to sit up. “Huh?” however there was one more issue with getting up, green eyes noticing someone had their arm slung around her back and that her own slender appendages were wrapped around someone’s chest. “Why-” she was about to ask why she felt like some of her skin was being pinched between herself and the other person, but as she squirmed slightly to try and break from the embrace her eyes narrowly caught why. “This is grand, I don’t own anything that will fit me now.” unless she could cleanse the holy energy from her blood again, then everything would fit.

Then Frey looked down to the foot of the bed, eyes widening when she saw Raijin’s exceed standing there wide eyed. If Miva was at the foot of the bed? Then the person she was clinging to had to be him! Rune felt her breath hitch, but then the prior night came back and she smiled slightly remembering he knew who she was now, he believed her. The embarrassment due to being naked would kick in when the purple blanket they were wrapped in somehow got removed, but for now, she was just smiling content as she moved her head, squirming about to try and find a position where she could look at the man holding her.

Yazuki had dreamed about falling asleep, but this time, his dreams had returned to normal. There was nothing about Frey, no reoccurring nightmare. His dreams were simply pleasant, with Frey and him now in a field of flowers, three kids roaming around, them holding hands. He was sure this was the afterlife, and that what had happened had lead to this. He didn't quite understand how this dream in the afterworld would progress, as it seemed to jump forward a lot, but he felt at peace. Maybe the afterlife was more of one dream after another, putting the person at peace in their own mind?

Miva had arrived to Yazuki not being in the main entrance area to the cave and panicked. Some woman's clothes were on the ground, but there was no sign of Yazuki, sending her into a panic attack. "No no no, in his state if someone took him, I swear," she exclaimed, her panic turning to anger as she quickly went back to search his room. He wasn't there, but she heard something coming from her room and she ran in as fast as she could. As Frey and Yazuki laid in HER bed, a look of shock came across her face. Who was this woman, and what were they both doing in her bed?? The look of shock on her face was clear, her eyes wide as Frey noticed her, but quickly resumed cuddling with Yazuki.

"Who... are you and why are you in bed with him and," She tugged at the blanket to reveal they both were naked, just enough so that she had noticed and stopped jerking. Her jaw dropped as she looked up at the woman, now nestled in Yazuki's chest. It took a few moments for her words to find herself again as she finally came to terms that something was off about them both being in the same room, naked on the bed. "What... did... you... guys... do to my bed? And who the HELL are you," she exclaimed. This woman was not someone she knew, and this shocked her the most, as she knew almost anyone Yazuki had come across. "What did you do to my Yazuki!"

As she said his real name, Yazuki stirred slightly and Miva put both her small paws up to her mouth as she realized she had just spoken his real name to her. Hopefully, she did not notice.

Frey had not really dreamt through the night after she finally wore herself, well after they both wore each other out. Some nights? She dreamt and other night's her head offered her nothing extra expect blackness as it sorted through everything that she had encountered during the day just gone past. This time her brain did not want to exert extra energy to make weird images within itself because it had to deal with the stress of everything that had happened in that day. Between the emotional strain, her body growing and a very new experience combined with new instincts? It was almost impossible for her night to be anything but content blackness nestled in the arms of the lightning user, her long green hair acting as a shroud for her face and extra blanket for his chest most of the night.

It wasn't the night-time anymore now though and the girl was up mentally even if her body was still laid out across the bed, nestled in the same arms she had fallen asleep within. Raijin was still sleeping, very soundly which she guessed had not happened for him very much recently considering the nightmare he woke up from when he first accepted who she was. At least, she had thought he was having a nightmare when he was passed out before, but she really couldn't be sure because all she really remembered was changing as she touched him. This morph had been different from her first one that carried her out of being a toddler physically, even innocent as she was Frey knew that her new form was changed in more than one way, something just felt different about it. Something within her? Was different and it was more than just the new post-pubescent lust demon traits arising to match her physical age. Something had happened that neither of them could comprehend yet.

"Calm down you're going to wake him up Miva!" the girl tried to sit up slightly to grasp at the blanket and motion for the exceed to be much more silent, but in the end, the male's grip was too strong. Getting out of Raijin's arms? Would be next to impossible, but she also, of course, did not much desire to get free from him, in fact, she was perfectly content in his arms at the moment! Even as she lay there the girl remembered what they had done and wondered how she could get that sort of thing going again, it sucked she couldn't get those feelings right now, but she couldn't remember the exact stuff they had done so she needed him awake to do anything. The girl let her hands trace shapes on the male's chest as she sighed in something between exhaustion and passion.

"I'm still Princess, Its Frey, I just came here and convinced him it was me that's all. I couldn't stand the thought-" she stopped short, her face somewhat pondering wondering back to why she had been so upset. If it had been simple as his disbelief in her word, then she should have just watched him punish himself by wasting away, it would have suited. Instead she called out, acquired this older form and convinced him of her identity.