Seijin no Hi [Honeymoon | Mura & Mythica]

While poking the long nose of the mask for comedic value, Mura watched Mythica try to pick up a mask herself. He was glad about the tengu mask, for they were such funny-looking entities - what, with their red faces, big eyes and long noses… they looked a little like gremlins. Huge, glorious gremlins. Somehow, the image of gremlins with long noses and angry faces entertained him a lot.

Mythica had chosen a smoother, more stylish mask - that of a wolf’s face, black with red linings to decorate its canine face. She appeared very intrigued by the mask, but Mura first thought of it as delight and curiosity for the Midian piece of art. The wolf was associated with the wilderness in its purest form, and the species were tied closely to the green mountains where only few man-made roads clung on. They weren’t tricky or playful as foxes or otters, but they were said to be both benevolent and malevolent. And to the lost souls who happened to find themselves in their territories; they were either led back home safely or devoured.

So said the tales that Mura heard as a child. Of course, Mythica wasn’t like that at all; she was far more benevolent than malevolent. Often, she had mad looks in her eyes, but he never knew of anything cruel from her… not since they met for the first time.

Mura pulled off his mask and let it rest on the side of his head to get a better glance at Mythica while she perfectly wore the mask on her face. It was… a strange feeling that reached him when seeing her wear that, but he couldn’t tell what or why. Maybe he just found her cute, that could be it…

“You look just as mysterious as a wolf now,” he replied while cupping his chin. It was true that wolves were mysterious creatures; they were shy, too, and they rarely showed themselves near humans.

Reaching a hand into his pocket, Mura pulled up some gon and splashed them on the table. They were more than the masks cost, but that wasn’t purely because of generosity, and the owner at the shop rose an eyebrow at the amount. “Two ame ringos, too,” Mura ordered quickly, to which the owner brightened up - so that was why he had laid out the extra coins. He wanted to try out the owner’s delicious candy apples, ame ringos!

He was quickly handed a pair of candy apples on each stick, and he happily handed one over to Mythica. “Have you tried one of these before? They’re very sweet, but they’re also a little bit sticky on the surface,” he explained to her.

While the sun’s orange rays swooped through the land, children were still running around to place down fireworks. Fireworks were widespread in Midi, and they were one of the people’s brightest sources of entertainment for big holidays like this one. They were seen as pieces of one’s soul flying up into the stars and shining brighter than any sun for a brief moment, symbolizing humans’ brief moments to shine in their lives. Fleeting moments, indeed, but they were still there to be remembered for all time.


“They’re preparing the fireworks now… let’s find a seat,” Mura suggested and prompted his gorgeous wife to follow him to a nearby pagoda - the traditional, multi-layered towers of Midi. He would simply make the earth elevate both of them up to the top, then cause slabs of earth to form a temporary bench for them to sit on this high up in the air. It was the perfect spot to watch the fireworks, but there was still time before they were ignited, to which they could enjoy their candy apples.

“How’s your candy apple?”

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A shadow had made its way out of the town as quickly as possible, dashing across the road like a mirage. The otter fled in utter fear - utterly fearful of its boss’ reaction to what it had just witnessed. Then why was it in such a hurry to tell him? Because disobedience wasn’t tolerated, that was why…

It felt like it had to give its life just to convey this message.

Once it had reached the shrubbery, it crawled into a hole in the ground and reached a cavern that functioned as a hideout for a certain gang of monstrous troublemakers - the place reeked of booze and smoke, and among the spike-skinned individuals was one, frightening entity sitting on an elevated chair with a bottle of sake in his hand.

“S-Shuten! Shuten!” the otter screamed, “He’s back! He-“

The otter was met with a bottle tossed at him, to which he narrowly dodged it and watched it crash into hundreds of pieces. The wide demon rose from his chair and was in low spirits, visible through the red fog that evaporated from his skin. The demon had thick, prickled skin, and his limbs donned random colors; an arm was yellow, the other was green, one leg was blue, and the other was black. On his gruesome, quilled face was a ray of magic that leaked out of his skin - his eye didn’t look too good as it was underneath this flare, and it looked like it hurt. “Who the fuck do you think you are *hiyuck* t-to scream at me like you’re my wife or anything! Someone, give me another bott- *hiyuck* bottle to destroy this fucking otter-“

“N-No, forgive me, but listen! That boy, he’s back!”

“Who?”

“The bo-“

Another bottle was tossed at the otter, who had to dodge for his life. The bottle was now enchanted with deep-red magic aura, and he didn’t want to know what it did if it hit him. “Don’t you play guessing games with me- tell me who, or I’ll kick you out of the hideout! Yeah, get those Demon Hunters here to take good care of yo-“

“N-No! No, please- uh, his name uh… w-wait, I know his name, yeah! M-Mira, or something… a-and that’s not all, you will not believe this! He’s with-“

“Mira? Who the fuck is-“ Dōji cursed under his breath, having half a mind to return to his chair, empty a new bottle and send his goons to stomp the otter to death or something, but… when he thought about it - believe it or not, he was able to with the level of intoxication he was suffering under - only one name came to mind…

And the face of a little boy with tears running down his cheeks, a real crybaby who had zero guts.

A real crybaby who gave him the scar on his face. One, lucky shot with that accursed blade was all it took.

When Dōji realized this, he slammed his arms into his chair so hard that it broken down. “Mira?! MIRA?! YOU MEAN MURA?! HE’S HERE?!” The angry demon boss picked up pieces of the broken chair and tossed them around, hitting a few of his goons and even tried to smash the otter with them. “WHY DIDN’T YOU KILL HIM, THEN?! YOU’RE SUCH A COWARD!”

“W-Wait, how was I supposed to?! There was another yōkai with him, I think- hiyaaah…!” the otter protested while dodging the pieces of the chair like a pro, “I-I mean, there was a human woman with him, b-but she reeked of dog- trust me! If he was alone, I would’ve killed him, believe it-”

The otter had grown weary, and it was thus smashed underneath a huge piece of the chair from the demon boss’ spot. Dōji didn’t like this, not one bit. The boy was back, and he had to die - no doubt about that.

But who was this woman whom the otter spoke of? The one who reeked of dog…?

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A cackle escaped his lips at Mythica’s reply. He, particularly, didn’t taste anything rotten from the apples - sure, Midians were more veggies than fruities, but they still held up a standard in cultivating apples and oranges. He inspected his ringo closely, turning it around to cover all angles of the treat held between his fingers. It was smoothened by the red, sugary syrup covering it - it even reflected his face, showing the faint glow of the Guild Mark plastered onto his forehead. Spotting the Guild Mark made him wonder how things were going back in Magnolia; hopefully, nothing shocking and deadly had shown its ugly face to terrorize her citizens. Hopefully, it was easy to oversee the guild by his Aces. They could fare well without him for a few weeks…

The town had been relatively peaceful, lately… they did very well against the random troublemakers who soured up their holidays, and beyond that, nothing huge had happened. However, he had to be on guard; when they helped their clients, they no longer held back against any potential enemies, and people often thirsted for vengeance. It was a necessary detriment in his eyes - people always wanted an excuse to attack them, it felt like. They were targeted numerous times in the past, and he…

Listen, if they hung onto their old policy, then people would exploit that. He wouldn’t want that to happen to anyone else, ever again. But if… if their actions, right now, brought about new diseases, then what could he do to change it?

If only Sorano-imouto was around…

…

Mura’s face had grown weary all of a sudden, his brows lowering rather depressingly. His eyes widened up again when Mythica leaned on his shoulder, enjoying the view over the village coated by dark-blue rays of the changing horizon.

Well… he could always share his thoughts with her.

“Hey, Myth… can I ask you something?” he asked, turning his face towards her. In this angle, her smooth, night-black hair hit his nose and mouth, taking him aback until he… sniffed it.

“Hmmmmh… you smell wonderful… w-wait, I meant to ask-” he snapped himself back to reality, “Since you’re dealing with your business away from Magnolia, how… how’s the public view of Fairy Tail? N-Not that I really care about what people think of us, b-but most of Fiore’s citizens are our clients, so… w-well, all I want is some outside views, y’know. Something to think about after our honeymoon, when we return to the town.” He’s been feeling a little cut out from the public since the ridiculous issues in the Sorc. Mag.

It felt bad. He didn’t want to talk what was, essentially, business on a honeymoon - he wanted to sniff her hair again, he wanted to hug her, kiss her, snuggle with her and so much more. Hopefully, her reply was a quick one.

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He was a little worried. Mura loved his guild, so if people had begun to grow disdained by them again, then that would definitely affect him… just like it did back then. However, Mythica’s answer soothed his heart and gave him ease. ‘Fairy Tail is a fine guild’ hell yes, it is. “That’s great to hear. You really should stop by one day - lots of people there are curious about their Guildmaster’s phantom-like love,” he joked before sliding his right hand down to her left and embraced it with his fingers.

He gently lifted her hand up like this and intertwined his fingers with hers, letting them move forth and back and caressing her fingers in a little play. Her fingers were so… tender. They weren’t dry or rough as his own used to be after a long day of work - they had a feel to them that was alluring and delicate. It felt so natural to just do something like this, and even the faint glow of her clock eye didn’t break the mood. In fact, her eyes were so pretty… a deep, wine-red one, and a strange, honey-gold one with two arms akin to a clock. He had never really asked her about that, but he simply assumed that it was an accessory from her temporal magic. Maybe it was the source of it… or maybe not.

But it mattered little. They drew his face closer to hers as he rested his forehead on hers. “…” Should he, uh, ask her? Now? Really, right now? Maybe? It was just- no, it wasn’t just just, it was… okay, here we go. “M… M-M… M-My father, he… he…”

He remembered the access he gained to his father’s extra suite, and his heart began to skip a few beats.

“I-I have another question that I want to ask you, Myth,” he tried to push his words out before taking a deep breath, “Y-You see… I’ve been thinking lately. About how happy I am with you, and how happy you make me… more like, how natural you feel to me at this point. I, uh… okay, the point is, I was thinking if you… if you wanted to… do it? With me?”

It was silent right after he asked that. It was as if everyone down in the streets held their breaths.

“Oh my god, I must sound so dumb right now, why am I panicking-”


*BOO-BO-BO-BO-BO-BOOOOOOOM!*

The first sparks emerged in the air, lighting the sky up in a yellow emergence of colors. Mura’s eyes widened as he turned his face to watch as people ignited their fireworks now; soon, the sky was filled with red, yellow, green, blue, violet, white and other colors, forming huge explosions in the air and also with a few variants forming what looked like serpentine tails.

“O-Oh, they started firing off… c-could’ve waited a minute or two,“ Mura groaned, leaning back on his mana-born couch. The lights reflected from his eyes as some creatures were manifested from the lights - silhouettes of what looked like a unicorn, then a dragon, then a huge bird of fire. Midians did not hold back.

At one point, the fireworks symbolized an inugami wearing a priest’s cloak chasing an inuki with horns sprouted out from its head, the chase of the two forming a circle which was a reference to duality and the difference between the two.

But right now, in cover of the faint sounds of the fireworks, Mura was mostly thinking… he had been wanting to do her for a long time. He had been wanting to truly, intimately indulge with her… and he also, really, really wanted to try and make a family. A family… their own family.

Such imagery of a little family with them… it almost brought him to tears.

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…

The blank look she gave him for a solid amount of seconds was scary. Was he being too weird? Too sudden? Was she surprised? I mean, they had been married for well over a year, now… okay, listen, he just admitted it! He wanted to have sex with her! What was so weird with that?! They were husband and wife; wasn’t that, like, to be expected?! Had he been too emotional about it?! Hell no, you can’t be too emotional over something as huge as this… no, he just… he didn’t know what to say now.

His mental being rested in her hands, literally… and it all led to a simple, sudden laughter. She found it funny, what he had just said. Mura’s eyes widened a little, not exactly knowing where she was going with this, but when she embraced him, he suddenly knew the answer immediately. It felt… it made him feel so dumb.

‘You need only have asked sooner’.

All of this angst was his fault… he had been holding back. This was likely the most embarrassing moment in his entire life, and it was all his fault for ‘building’ up like this. Building up emotions, lust, intimate thoughts and other bubbles inside his mind until he could finally request it to her, only to then be informed that he could’ve just told her sooner. He… he almost wanted to cry, if not for the fact that she basically gave him green lights.

Or more like ‘red lights’ in Midian slang.

While the fireworks went off and caught her attention again, Mura was in a daze… he kept thinking. He couldn’t really think of anything else right now. His head was spinning… there was only one thing he wanted to do.

Without warning, he pulled Mythica up, so she sat on his lap with her face facing right onto his. His pupils were shaped into faint, heart-shaped forms before he gently planted his lips onto hers and stole a direct kiss from her, soon caressing her tongue with his own without even thinking about it. He also wasn’t minding to caress her hips a little. His arms smoothly travelled up her torso, wanting to feel as much as possible in those sweet moments before he reluctantly separated his lips from hers again.

“Y-You feel so good… I can’t wait,” he expressed his desire to her, “Let’s go back. I… I want you so much more.”

As he rose up and held her in true bridal style, Mura smiled… in bliss. It was easy to levitate off the roof and transverse the sky over the village in the span of a minute, sheltered by the bright, glimmering lights above them. It was very romantic, but Mura paid no attention to the fireworks anymore. His eyes were locked onto his lover’s. Only her.

…


Once Mura had returned to the estate with her, he used the key that his father gave him to open the door into a separate, smaller house at the other end of their large garden. It served as an illustrious guest house, but for special occasions, Miki allowed Mura to spend his first night with his wife here. The strong colors sure spoke volumes about the quality that this guest house possessed, but the atmosphere was on point.

Once they were inside, Mura couldn’t help himself. He almost lunged himself over Mythica, pinning her down to the bed in contrast to all the times that she had him pinned down, his fiery eyes locked onto hers. “… M-Mythica… Mythica, Mythica, Mythica…!” he almost moaned in a state of arousal, “Thank you… f-for everything, y’know. You’ve really helped me out a lot, throughout these weird late years. B-But you’ve gotten too used to teasing me and playing with my feelings… I-I don’t mind it from time to time, seeing you in my bed more and more, but right now…” His right hand slid down from her warm, porcelain-like cheek down to her chest.

And the next kiss of his would lead into one thing or the other as their clothes spilled over the bed.

The screen faded to black as a view of the garden outside was shown, coated by the faint light of the stars above. A string could be heard playing a delicate melody, echoing across the plain, while a few lilies scattered their leaves…

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On the next morning, Mura had slept in… he had yet to show signs of a new man, but he was happy. Oh boy, was he happy. Over a year of pent-up arousal was released in full over the course of one night… and hopefully, he performed well to Mythica’s delight. The night… it ran as a repeating video in his dreams as he quietly snored on, his limbs spread out in maximum comfort, trying to embrace his wife even in his sleep…

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Zzz…

His sleep was peaceful. There was zero stress in his heart, and his skin felt so warm and comfortable. The blanket did the trick and kept them both warm for the last part of the night where they actually got some sleep, but unlike Mythica, Mura actually slept heavily. Like a bear in hibernation. It was his own, little paradise deep inside his mind.

The sun’s orange rays hit his face too, causing him to cringe and wake up. “U-Uhmm…” Mura yawned, immediately noticing Mythica’s golden eye staring right back at him from his side. She had probably slept too… she looked a little fatigued, though. Maybe he had been too energetic last night? Then again, they didn’t have any obligations for this noon, so they could always just stay in bed. If she wanted to sleep, then he would let her… but he wanted to have some more fun with her.

She gave a quick approval of the night, a 10/10 given by her words. Damn, he had never felt so proud of himself before. “… Glad to hear that. You didn’t kick me in the groin this time, too, so I enjoyed it a lot myself,” he commented with a snicker, but he was cut shot when he noticed that a tear trickled down he face. Her words reached him, a little out of the blue but still somewhat understandable.

He embraced her when she held him tightly, their bodies firmly pressed against each other as he replied: “I’m not going anywhere. It’s still our honeymoon, right? Or was that only yesterday? But we’re still - nevermind, hnng-”

It tickled, having her press up against him like that. When he was about to give in to his desires once more, however-

“G’morning, lovebirds! Was only a matter of time, eh, Mura?! So proud of you, my boy! Look at that scenery, Zirconis! Two young lovers in the bed of paradise, and Mura’s first too! I mean, technical- AHYARUHARGARAHRAGH, NO! WAIT, I’M BURNING! HELP, SOMEBODY QUENCH THE FIRES! OH MY GOD, IT HURTS LIKE HELL!!! WHAT IS THIS?!!? AHGARHAGRHAGRA!!!”

Kyuken flew into the house and flew out just as quickly as a flame engulfed his spirit ball form, causing quite the commotion for Mura who wanted to stay in the moment a little longer. Well, life. “Well, we should go make some breakfast now, at the kitchen next to the room… but I’m still a little tired, y’know… and the bedsheets are so warm and cozy… and there’s a tent there… shit, I mean, what I meant was- uhh… *cough*”

He suddenly pushed his lips out like a brat, a facial expression he had mastered in his many years as an officially registered ‘shota’.

“I need energizer. Bitte.”

He was feeling so jolly, pulling off such a silly play just to ask for a good morning kiss.

It was a trap, however…

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Well, this was just wonderful. Kyuken and Zirconis sure broke the mood for a brief instant, but the moment they were gone, Mura and Mythica were back at indulging in each other just like the night leading up to this pleasant dawn. Despite it being a second try, it was just as sparking and, at times, ravenous as the first, with Mura showing a side of himself that he had done his best to conceal for a long time; a side that thirsted for passion and satisfaction, to indulge in all the life’s most intimate pleasures with the woman right in front of him…

When the scene gained light again, the room looked like it had caught a few, gentle winds from the windows. It caused the curtains to flicker a little, revealing a few colorful leaves blown across the garden. The sheets of the bed as well as the blanket was thrashed about during their mating, indicating just how wild and dynamic it had gotten. How many positions? How many times? How long?

What else was there to expect from a young man with years of saved fuel in his gutter?

Although, while resting with his arms and legs spread out, while Mythica was laying somewhere cozy herself, Mura noticed that the legged food desk next to them now held a dish with bowls of steaming miso soup, rice and side dishes with grilled fish blanketed with dried seasoned seaweed. Two cups of hot green tea were placed there too, and then there was a scroll… the seal wasn’t from the Kensho, though - they had another symbol-

Wait, who placed it there? Was it…?

That meant that whoever placed the breakfast and scroll there - who was likely one of the two twins - had done so completely undetected! D-Did they sneak in while Mura and Mythica were having their magical bout? Did they witness-

Mura’s face turned completely white upon realizing this as he rose up from the large pillow. He… did Mythica notice? No, no, he couldn’t let her know… she’d be shattered with embarrassment. Just… oh dear… hopefully, whoever had brought them their breakfast was considerate. Like Tsurara; please, dear God, let it have been her!

“… It… *cough* Oh, hey, look, breakfast is ready!” Mura proclaimed before picking up the legged dish from the table and placed it right above his lap, his birthday suit still covered somewhat by the curled blanket, “Please, help yourself with some miso soup or grilled fish… hmh…”

The scroll began to catch his attention now. Upon picking it up, he glared at the seal in an attempt to try and figure out where it came from. It was gilded in gold, but the symbol was a very symmetrical flower… or some kind of depiction of the sun. He tore the seal off and opened the seal, reading out its contents:


“… Hey, take a look at this,” Mura asked his clock-eyed lover as he held the contents of the scroll opened fo her to read. She would likely want to know what this was all about, and he didn’t want to sound too abrupt to brake their quality time together, in which reading the contents herself was preferable.

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Yup, being a celebrity rarely gave you enough peace, but at least Mura wasn’t blue-balled this time. He could definitely take a visit to Minazawa again…

…

…

His face blanked out for a long moment. He seemed to have zoned out for one reason or another. Images ran through his head of… of back when he was an active Onmy ōji

With his little bureau that he was a part of.

When all of them died, and he ran away. Far, far away from Midi… all the way to Fiore, where a new life began.

And now, he was going back to where it all started. His career as a mage. His Midijin arts. His heartly wounds.

He had a chance to confront them.

“…” He even zoned out from Mythica’s question. It took a few seconds before he shook his head and nodded: “S-Sure. Minazawa is a big leap from our own, little village. I wonder how it looks today.”

Reluctantly, he bid the bed farewell for now and rose up on his feet, attempting to reach out for his yukata when he noticed its absence. There was a slight sound of… something splashing behind the wall, so Mura approached the window and looked over only to spot Suzaku, Kuro and Shiro hiding underneath the window frame outside with their clothes being washed by a nearby washing board.

Those little devils…

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