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Orders had always been clear, no room for any mistakes to be given, if not his own mood was exceptional or the very thought and hint of 'entertainment' rang besides all too methodically spun out plans. Perfect was a word he preferred to hear, undoubtfully, was it to be taken as the utmost truth coming from Kikyou himself. 

"Mhm~ From the knowledge we had before it seems that they did not move in a considerable degree, or did this change?"

    Aqua green eyes looked up at his Boss with a smirk of their own, almost mirroring the one Kikyou had on his lips. Because, ah— Byakuran knew him far too well, there was no need to hide anything from the White God.

    “Hahan.” And he got up, making his way to the couch with a confidence it was not exactly something one should have when talking to their boss; but Kikyou was not anyone, and neither was Byakuran. “It went perfectly, as it should. We managed to gather some information about the Vongola and its Guardians. No civilians got hurt.”

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Ah~ What confidence and Byakuran wouldn't overhear this little hint of a bit more, serving for him to wave a hand and have his most trusted man just join him on the couch he was sitting. 

"Of course not~ Then---" Legs crossed slowly, one arm reaching up to just create a rest for his head, and just like this, eyes opened to pull all attention onto green-haired male. "---tell me just, how it went~"

    A smirk, obviously. As if Kikyou would dare to come back if the results were not just exactly what Byakuran wanted. This time, however, he dared to say everything went even better.

    “Hahan, but of course, Byakuran-sama. Do you really think I’d be here now if things hadn’t gone just like you wanted them to?”

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"Maa, maa~ Kikyou-chan, no need to apologize." Longer than expected was true this time, but, undoubtfully, a success was expected so the God's 'anger' non-existent. "Tell me how it went~ I suppose everything how I ordered it?~"

    “I apologize for my absence, Byakuran-sama. The mission took me longer than I had epxected.”

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the sweetened claim;

Ah~ that feeling when someone was interested and tried to claim what was to be called your own, the strive to reverse a possible happening before it would take place in the circle of time. Was it jealousy? Hatred? Animosity? Laughable and none of all that, as the White God knew what was to be his own and would return if only word was spoken or – with even this – inclination of his head and body would be given, the utmost knowledge that his most loyal subordinate had to follow, willingly, a neverending trail of encounters and tasks.

Yet, knowing all this, the nagging feeling of annoyance of what the Lord would proclaim to be his being touched by someone other than own hand was to be corrected, in the fastest possibility available. As well as the utmost ‘impacting’ one.

The place of mindless aggravation had taken its stage in surrounding of a large villa, the invitation was spoken out a few days ago, to try and get to know the one man that ruled both the families merged into Millefiore. As the man in question now pushing his own luck a tad too far had tried to pick up white-haired male alone and without those to be known as closest in reach, it had all be in vain, the one’s that held the true power always to follow his lead and be in utmost opportunity of call without any second passing.

The housekeeper and entertainer as well as Byakuran himself had only spoken a few words with each other, when the host’s eyes had to take up a glance onto entourage following along, the nearly to be missed frown nothing more than a child’s play in mind-games for the Boss to be delighted about. But yet, even knowing that there was no way to come around and get a grip on the cheerful man, he would try and try to prod and poke – and by the time the evening would reach a climax in form of entertainment, he had passed, by far, the border that had to be pointed out as ‘suitable’.

The aura had been noticed by everyone around, Zakuro, Bluebell – both just waiting for the act to begin, optionally for an order to be received, the strength with which the leader was presenting his displeasure served for more than only a few guests to glance into his direction---

---even that Byakuran was only seated on one of the large couches, comfortably even, without paying much attention or heed to the ongoing commotion, the drink in hand would reach his lips, the sip taken seemed to be all too picturesque for real unawareness of the attention and something that could be seen as close fear directed towards his being. Free hand had just found a position as head-rest, arm leaned onto the back of white seating object, legs crossed relaxedly. It were all the signs needed for the red-head in their group to smile knowingly, the glint in eyes would even highten everyone’s alarm.

Now even the one speaking luxurious invitation would move – with quick and skittish handwaves pulling away who had been too close under lilac colored eyes to the white Gods property.

“Byakuran-sama...” A glance and a smile. “Hm~?”

He could nearly hear the breath as a sigh exhaled in the approach, and while own form demonstratively didn’t move, the hesitance and the urge to practically bow would make his right-hand-man’s stance stiff and reluctant, something he knew from before, but ah~ not something that should need to happen around him.

“My apologies, I... couldn’t leave regarding the fact that the person who talked to me was the represent...” Words stopped and were swallowed short. Of course Byakuran knew, was perfectly aware just who was walking the cleaned and polished marmor-surface inside this ball-room like they would own the world as kings and queens. The problem wasn’t even this on hand, something else and something much more ‘minor’ than even attention should be paid onto it, while, frankly, white-haired male had already disregarded it on the spot with the very second that Kikyou’s attention was resting back onto him.

The movement of slender hand that had cut off the apology he didn’t even need to hear, was now turned into a slight wink of his hand, hand curling delicately, so that one finger extended would coax long-haired male over, serving for the taller to bow and rest one arm close and besides his own form, not that they would touch each other, but truly up to the point that they could feel each other’s warmth. “I know~” A quiet whisper as head was tilted just for a bit, glancing, slowly and only for a few seconds before returned to the bowed man in front, to Zakuro and Bluebell, still standing close in action, before they turned to leave, a smile present as the show that was unfolding would surely mean much more and install a knowledge needed that more than thousand words could deliver.

The drink still in hand was brought back to his lips, eye-contact, lilac meeting aqua-green, not broken for even a second after the sweet liquid met his taste, lingering for a long while with fruity flavor.

And when the elegantly shaped glass was taken away, excruciatingly slow as if a staging act displayed for private audience to indulge in, other hand reached out and up, entangling long and lithe fingers in the silken strands while only pulling for a little, not enough to hurt, but surely pleasurable enough to make the taller male bow even further---

---it was a game the God played. “I know.” Was repeated just after a second of stay, the hand holding frail green laying it onto his subordinate’s shoulder, and, just with those words whispered, he reached up, closing whatever distance remained between them to do nothing more but brush his own lips against Kikyou’s leaving the shimmering taste of sweet and fruit, mixed with a hint of possessiveness.

It was nothing more than that, indeed, and body relaxed again back onto the soft surface, the small laughter and smile would mean much more to everyone around than even this, while his tongue flicked out, removing the remaining liquid with what could to be pointed out as satisfaction. Muttering and whispering was a suitable background-‘music’, as there was no way to hide the action, the display fulfilled completely when the long hair would brush and flow down again to practically conceal them both, now that claim was done and out of attentive eyes he had caught the gulp closing the host’s throat.

“...Byakuran-sama...?” And the smile he was now giving was everything but the deceiving charade, true and genuine, a smile like Kikyou would deserve it. An answer, was everything that was left.

                            “I don’t like when people touch what is mine. ~” 

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“Mhm~“ Truthfully and without any doubt was there the knowledge that long-haired male would indeed follow along. There was no real thought to what had happened in the past, nor would the white God ask for any details, because – even here – was an unswerving certainty that, truly, in the future Kikyou would come to speak about everything that was painting deep voice with the slightest hint of doubt. Byakuran himself only was aware about what he had seen with very own eyes, following a resolution unmatched by every other ever he came across on endless and countless journeys in the past.

Upon consent slender form moved, exiting the office again when surely his companion would follow along and the way itself down to the very arrangement they were able to spot would not even take five minutes. “Some of my subordinates already brought a small arrangement of flowers here, solely for the possibility of arranging a picture, but you will see ~”

The scenery unfolding was a still buzzing amount of eagerly working inhabitants of the Melone base, building up small walls egding beautiful stone-paths for idle walk between the soon to be probably most loved recreational place inside the whole complex. The form in itself, like it had been seen from above, was a stylized version of the Millefiore insignia, something that, if done correctly, could be lighted up to perfection with colorful buds and green here and there, maybe a few trees if ever desired for it to be.

The moment both men stepped up to be visible, the work ceased and hastily would greetings be brought forth, combined with bows that were broken by the boss himself, waving a hand slightly to make sure that his presence was nothing to be too endulged in, the task on hand more important. “Well, well~ It seems the edgings are nearly done, so the flowers can be placed in the next week.” And he smiled, this very small, knowing smile, while eyes travelled slightly to the man in question whose possession this all would be, who would be capable of doing whatever mind pleased, throwing away, creating new – maybe even drawing in the colors of the very seasons.

“Come on~” A small beckon of his head, one that left no doubt that following would be in order, when steps would bring the white-haired male to the center of whole arrangement, the very place already filled to a small degree with flowers of different – vibrating – colors of all sorts and varieties.

A step away the male squatted down, taking up one of the shining flowers, a white Chrysanthemum, close to his face to smell the scent before straightening his back again. “Kiykou-chan.” Spoken above his shoulder, the playful smile could be seen at half. “How about you try a little arrangement? ~”

sky opening before your eyes

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If it wouldn’t be Byakuran, anyone around might have felt a form of pity for the green-haired male, as the dark corset now being bind closely around broad chest would make it hard to sit down without the very knowledge that air would become scarce if back hadn’t been straightened properly. This, in the end, would serve that the fake-breasts that likely had to be added a bit later would come even better into view making the whole outfit even more compromising and alluring. The white God couldn’t help the smile curling up his lips, eyes lightened surprisingly shining when there was a short hum to the statement of woman working so dedicately on the whole outfit.

She obviously just had as much fun as her Boss.

“Ah ~ etiquette.” The word spoken as answer to the rather helpless question nearly made the smaller female behind his right hand man’s back snort with laughter again, as she fairly knew what Byakuran was implying with something as simple as that. The fingers playing with the lose curl, twirled a little and gave a soft tug, released the fine tresses just a little later. “It is a musical display, and the announcement said that every male guest has to bring female entourage with him, as Zakuro will be accompanied by Bluebell and I surely didn’t want to miss you at my side, it was only a logical closure ~”

He moved to take a few steps behind the bend figure, taking place right besides the chosen woman for preparation just to tilt his head curiously at the display, eying it up and down with hand on his chin like deep contemplating was in need. There was no word for anything, and it made the female on his side smile knowingly, when the white-haired male stepped onto the other side and another few words resounded cheerfully. “After all, Kikyou-chan ~ There is no woman that would look as good on my side as you do now~”

we could have danced all night;;

[smiling-white-orchid]

and if I called your name - would you answer my pray?;

Steps echoed against the hard ground as feet took him through that path he already knew far too well, one he had walked many times before. One he would always walk, actually, be it one, two or fifteen years before that day. In his arms, safe in an embrace that in other time would have hold his body, was a bouquet of huge and really beautiful purple bellflowers. Not a personal favorite, and Kikyou knew it was not his favorite either, but it didn’t matter anymore.

It was symbolic in its own way. And, in the end, right now that was all that really mattered.

In all honesty, he had been doing it for a long while now, every single week—sometimes the space between one bouquet and the next one would be only a couple days, sometimes even less, maybe hours. The first days were the worst, and he would almost refuse to leave the place, if not under very heavy treats that he didn’t really want to see or feel become true.

Xanxus had proved to be even worse than Kikyou first thought he would be. Being an old member of the Millefiore Famiglia, Kikyou soon enough had turned out to be Xanxus’ favorite new target. Green haired male left the hospital one day, and in the next one he had already been under the well-known physical abuse he had faced so many times in the past. From heavy words and insults to hands wrapping carelessly around his hair, pulling the green strands with a strength and rage that would hurt his neck—less than a week and Kikyou had found himself back to the very old days.

Xanxus hadn’t really been the only one, actually. The only ones who were trying to be a little kinder were Lussuria, who had managed to keep him alive, and Squalo, even though the latter would still scream at him pretty often.  Everyone else in the Varia was hissing at him, to the point where Kikyou really caught himself wondering, more than once, why were they keeping him as their Cloud Guardian if it was pretty sure they all wanted him dead.

Kikyou wished they had let him die back then, to be quite honest. Varia was not his family; it was not what he wanted to fight for. Everything he dreamed to achieve died with Byakuran, and his will to fight for something—for someone—died with him as well. Now everything seemed dull and unimportant. A world full of colors that would come from his beloved flowers had been turned back into black and white; and without Byakuran, Kikyou knew he would never see colors again. Because this time, no matter what, Byakuran was not coming back.

His walking finally came to a stop, and aqua-green eyes—now much more tired than they once were, and with less shine than they once had—stared up at the blue and sunny sky above, and Kikyou felt the urge to scream. Scream to the skies that had taken his sky away, and ask what right whatever divine being above had to rip out what he had the best in his life—the only good thing he had in all his life. He wanted to fall to his knees and cry and scream until he would lose his voice, and punch the ground over and over again until his knuckles would bleed and his bones would break. But instead, he just sighed, and then looked down.

Byakuran’s gravestone was there, just like it had been since the beginning. Quiet, but still as powerful as the White God had once been. There was no name engraved on the stone, but Kikyou didn’t need a name—he had placed that stone there, in a place only he knew. A place no one would find, a place where Byakuran’s memory could rest forever. Could rest in peace.

The old bellflowers he brought the last time—only two days ago, actually—had already died, and another soft sigh left swollen—Xanxus had made sure to punch him in the face really hard not even an hour ago—lips as Kikyou carefully knelt down and took the flowers away, replacing them by the new and bright and vivid ones. Even knowing that was a little memorial in the name of his Boss and that it was actually kind of dumb, because there was no body buried in there, Kikyou had thought, in the beginning, that only the thought and the intention would have been enough.

It had not.

That little secret place he had reserved for his Boss felt completely empty and dead. It didn’t feel like him at all, and it hurt Kikyou because it was enough for him to notice and realize and understand that no matter what he did, those old days would never come back. He would never feel Byakuran’s presence again; he would never hear his voice. A stone with purple bellflowers before it would not bring his God back. It didn’t feel like him. It was all…

… Useless.

Tears finally dropped from his eyes, before Kikyou could even try to stop himself. And he wouldn’t have tried. There was no point in doing so. He had never felt so incomplete in his whole life, and the emptiness in his chest was slowly killing him.

He wanted to die.

More than anything in the world, he wanted to die. Maybe, this way, he would follow his God again and find him in a better place. Or a worse place. In the end, it didn’t matter, as long as he would see him again.

“I miss you.” The words left trembling lips, whispered to the nothing around him, to the nothing before him. To the flowers carefully placed upon the ground, before a stone that meant nothing. “I wish you were here.” He kept on, words escaping between sobs as his despair grew even stronger and stronger, and hands on his lap clenched into fists. From sadness to emptiness to despair and to rage, and Kikyou finally did what he was feeling since he stepped in there.

Bending forward, he bowed down to the stone like he would have done to Byakuran, forehead touching the ground as his fists did the same, over and over as he punched the soil beneath his body. Blinded in his own frustration to everything else around him that was not the realization that he was as alone as he had never been before.

“Please, come back to me. Please, come back to me. Please, come back to me.” He was screaming now. Screaming to the ground and to the sky and to whoever wanted to hear him. Screaming to the past, and his present, and the future he didn’t want to face anymore. Screaming to the world that took Byakuran away. Screaming to the sky that would not take himself. “Byakuran-sama…”

Byakuran-sama.

But there was no answer. No matter how much he called and cried and screamed, the stone before him remained as silent as it was supposed to be. Slowly, Kikyou’s desperate screams turned into hopeless sobs, and then died down to nothing but a very soft whimpering. And then nothing. His breath could barely be heard, and his knuckles were now as swollen as his lips, skin tinted with a dark shade of red.

He would give away a whole arm, his whole life, if it meant bringing Byakuran back.

Hours went by and Kikyou didn’t move. Perhaps he ended up falling asleep at some point, but he was not sure—he was so out of himself and his own mind, that he had lost conscience about pretty much everything around himself. Not even the stone, not even the flowers—not even Kikyou himself. He was an empty shell, and it was only before Byakuran’s gravestone that he allowed himself to show just how devastated he really was.

Because Kikyou had died with Byakuran back then. Whatever was left of the man he once was, was nothing but a shadow of his bright and old days.

When he finally got back up, hours later, when darkness was already falling around him, his eyes were red as his hands and lips. He brushed off the dust from his clothes like it was nothing, and didn’t shoot a last glance at the gravestone and the flowers he had placed there before turning his back and walking away, slowly but somehow decidedly. He would come back soon enough, anyway, and would go through the same ritual over and over, losing his sanity bit by bit.

He left, that day, a little more of his soul with Byakuran’s gravestone. And went back to the Varia headquarters knowing that, one day, anytime soon, he would leave whatever was left of his life as well.

[smiling-white-orchid]

Oh, it was a lovely little idea indeed – spoken so carelessly by their youngest companion in the Famiglia, - was it met by high approval from the God himself, even that there would have been of course other ways to attain the ball combined with musical display of exotic content, but Byakuran just couldn’t let this possibility slip. Not at all, so his personal acceptance came maybe a bit too fast to really be thought out, and with the way aqua-green eyes widened in sheer horror just spurred the hysterical laughter underlining the very comical play.

And now they just waited.

Own preparations were already done, both of them, Byakuran as well as Zakuro, went with the classical black attire of summer suits, easy to wear and still formal enough for the Opera they were preparing to visit. As well as it would simply match their - ladies~ Dark green for Kikyou as well as dark blue for Bluebell, just what they preferred in personal colors suited for lean figures and well body-tone.

Only that one of them apparently needed a corset, something that the white-haired male himself couldn’t help but anticipate in finally coming in view~ This very anticipation brought the boss of Millefiore to brush aside the actually laughing companion, who didn’t want – or was simply unable – to stop since the final sentence has left apparently innocent lips, just to reach out for the door knob and finally lift the veil clouding the picture he would be able to enjoy over the whole evening.

The smile spreading out on his lips spoke volumes~

“Maa, Maa, what a pleasant view~” The howling laughter from the place right behind him was silenced with the movement of door literally smashing into the red-haired male’s face serving for a slight whining to emit and then calm to spread out just to be closed by scolding from Bluebell’s side behind now closed doors. “And quite a suggestive one as well~” Lilac eyes wandered to the high heels inevitable smile curling wider while the God stepped closer, nearly being teasingly shoo'ed by the female still adjusting the corset just to give it another well-placed tug the moment Byakuran came to stand and lean against the table his right hand man was holding onto.

Hand reached out to one of the long green and silken strands falling freely onto rather too broad shoulder’s for such a feminine appearance, just to twirl it around one slender finger. “Then I need to watch out for you~ Not that someone will catch you away~” It was clearly teasing, something that would just add to the whole situation.

we could have danced all night;;

                                        “We could put Kikyou in a dress!”

    Seven simple words. That was how all that started, and Kikyou made a mental note to maybe make Bluebell pay for it later. In a very gentle way, of course, because he would never be able to hurt a lady—and a kid, to add to that. Still, that was her idea and Kikyou would rather be buried alive than agree with that.

    Except he didn’t really have another choice.

    It was a ball. A sort of high-society event they would need to attend to, but they couldn’t really be spotted, and they’d need to try and find a way to get inside without being noticed by everyone else. What was not exactly a very difficult thing to do, but Byakuran was someone a lot of people knew, and it was not like many people around had a man with long aqua-green hair working for them.

    So, as they were talking about the best way to go unnocited, Bluebell blurted out that lovely line, and before Kikyou could really say anything about it, Zakuro’s hysterical laughter was mufffled by Byakuran’s apparently very amused approval.

    And that was basically what would bring them to what was happening that exact moment: Kikyou, with his long and silky aqua-green hair pulled back and up in a fancy hairstyle that would have some large strands falling down his shoulders, and his really nice makeup applied in a way that would bring out his green eyes, was having his body, casually bent forward over a desk, squashed into a corset under a long and dark green dress with a very suggestive thigh split on the right side.

    The whole situation was ridiculous and he never felt more ashamed in his whole life. Outside the room, he could still hear Zakuro’s laughter as Byakuran probably was just smirking in anticipation, and it was pissing him off more than he ever thought it would. But alas, he couldn’t do anything as one of the women from the Millefiore kept doing her best to adjust the corset around his waist and torso. A quick glance to the side made the high heels come into his field of view and Kikyou sighed.

    It would be a very long night.

[smiling-white-orchid]

And if you were my choice - would you follow my every wish?

It was always the same wasn’t it?

Every single step taken, made by man clad in outfit not really suitable for such a business high place, was strong and determined, still with something light to it, and every glance thrown in his direction, every whisper about the person now entering the offices, was disregarded with nothing more than a smile. It served for silencing ever so slowly, securely, but it was nothing more than a smile~

White haired male was on the lookout for someone, more even something, if any person at all would talk about disregarding a being for the solely proposition of what they could do, not what they were. But no – he was looking for someone in the first place and likely found him a few minutes later. “Sir! You can’t simply enter the office without---“ A glance over his shoulder by light lilac eyes, a soft chuckle, and the other froze in place, even apologizing frantically to the one intruder walking this place, not like he would own it, but likely making sure he did not care about whoever would try to push him away.

An unmatched authority.

The one trying to stop man clothed in informal attire quickly left, the words reaching attentive ears from coworkers and apparently superiors alike were ranging between the solely wonderment what happened and the demand to remove the intruder out of their zone. But no one at all made any move to even try.

And so he stood in one of the large doorframes, staring at the scene unfolding before light colored eyes, arms were crossed over his chest, so that his own person and behavior seemed even more out of place, even more like not belonging and still looking down on everyone crossing his path and certainly only appeared like this, it was a very strange feeling underlining the rather polite male to give a picture so staged and played.

“Why is it that everything I give you turns out so bad?!” The scream echoing through the rather quiet office-rooms likely startled not only the one man under assault, but also everyone else who deemed working at this place for a favor to be. The burly screamer with the a bit too thin hair adorning round head obviously did not care, and set up for the next ‘strike’. One foot lifted while the green-haired male went to gather the papers just scattered in the former outburst, making unceremonically contact with his face. Quite a brute, Bykuran had to admit.

“Ah, ah, ah~”

Oh, it startled both. “This is quite a crude behavior, in front of a customer, nonetheless~” Switching in such role didn’t take much time or even effort, while glances thrown over his person let everybody know that there was disbelief in even this exclamation. “Customer—“ The other’s voice was hoarse from the screaming, an unpleasant half screeching sound. “Customer~” And with this he begun to walk. Stopping only very shortly before the bloated being, when one hand reached out to lay slender fingers onto the other’s formal attire and then neck.

He could feel the trembling. “If--- if you want... an appointment, y-you..have to call first!” It was so stumbled and stuttered, even that nothing really happened? ~ Apparently only for those he could – in the very sense of the word – boss around was it a façade easily to hold, if not in the very countenance of apparently godly aura. “But I’m here now, and I would like this appointment to happen in this moment ~” More and more steps taken back, more and more followed the other as white God moved, hand idly laying in a nearly soft gesture appeared and felt threatening enough that long and lithe fingers might close, but then he was held by voice besides him, serving for both to shoot a glance over shoulder, one rather amused by whole situation, one throughoutly scared and probably unable to decipher why. “I... will serve for this appointment... if you would be so kind to tell me your concern, Sir.”

Green-haired male had obviously caught himself, and this very moment was used by abuser in question to leave the place hurriedly with something mumbled akin to: ‘don’t dare to ruin this!’ but was shot up to nearly inaudible by glance of guest in question. “My ...apologies, for what you had to witness, Sir.” Voice caught back the white-haired male’s attention, serving for him to turn slightly and back to the one man his search had brought him to, completely unknown to the one in question, but everything would come to light at the right moment. Like a spotlight reaching the place in the very second the star of stage would enter wooden surface. “Hm? ~ Ah, this ~”

He took small steps towards the taller figure, glancing up and down as he did, just before closing his eyes and a smile, encouragingly and completely different from the one before, would adorn his lips that seemed to seal and hide, and still promise so much. The stop came just as abrupt as the movements, reaching with one hand out, slender fingers entwinding around the light green strands, the side that was a few moments before strained and abused so openly in front of the white God, just to untangle them and then release for what seemed like a child’s play.

He could feel the actual stranger to his person freeze in place and eyes widening locked onto Byakuran’s hand and widely unsure what to do. “What is your name, hm? ~”

“Kiykou, Sir.” And the moment it was possible, he indeed held eye-contact. “Kiykou, hm? The name suits you quite well.” A meaning that was a beautiful one, proclaimed as flower behind said work was the chinese bellflower,  transporting the message of unchanging love in very core of nice resounding word. “Say, Kikyou-chan ~” And a step was taken, then another, ever so slowly, quietly and precisely taking a round around the taller male of them both, just to stop right behind his back, arms crossed over his chest would he lift one hand to bring it up and to his chin, propping up on curled knuckles for fake support before pronouncing a very clear and very important question. “What do you love?”

If feelings could be projected into atmosphere and made palpable to those around, the very notion was an apprehension of uncertainty, the very knowledge that the white-haired stranger was aware about whatever hidden desire whirled behind aqua-green eyes.”Is there nothing you love? ~” Standing riveted to the spot, a soft word leaving with a breath from lightly parted lips. “I---“ The impressions given were quite understandable ones: why ever would he ask something like this? Why now? Why here? Why after everything he had seen?

A soft shake of the male’s head, long green hair lightly dancing the moment he brought himself out of self-made daze. “I thought you are here for an appointment, Sir...?” From his position he caught would Byakuran turn around, slightly tilting his head over the shoulder to watch his momentary interlocutor with a smile. “But I am~ my appointment is right in front of me~”

“But, didn’t you say---“ A wave of the gods hand with a shake of his head. “I only said I’m here for an assignment, neither with who, and neither why.” Cheerful male surely knew about his aura and the atmosphere he was submerging for everyone inside who dared to come close into the vicinity of a God, surely catching the one who had been brave enough to accept being his partner of speech in such knowledge, bit by bit giving more insight that this all was not a coincidence, but very surely destiny. “My question for this assignment is, ‘what do you love’ and do you have the resolve to fight for it? ~”

And Kikyou knew what he was supposed to say, what was laid right before him to grab it and reach something more than he was at this moment, in this position, abused and undermined, moved into a subverted position that was not what he was destined for. “I---“ Came again as a very soft call, and with this Byakuran turned, waving slightly over his shoulder as if dismissing the topic on hand for the very fact that he had grown bored and impatient, annoyed apparently with his very own choice, but then---

“Wait.” And it sounded much more determined than before, so that truly the God’s selection would revel into the future that sculptured after his wish was this man’s desire.

He waited---

---and would not be disappointed. 

[smiling-white-orchid]

Eyes closed slowly, while a soft hum would leave his lips, the flower was released the moment Kikyou gave his acknowledgement of trying to please the God with something as simple as a flower – ‘the Unattainable’. If he would have tried to give a real challenge, time would have been pointed out, some knowledge presented from one of the parallel worlds where indeed Byakuran had seen such a rose created by the very man his right hand man presented.

If he would try – but it was not like this in this moment, the reasons still unknown, but there was something and the white-haired male was sure that Kikyou knew.

“Well, well ~ I look forward to the result!” He turned slightly, now both hands pocketed away and the tilt of his head made the whole form look much younger than he truly was. “I might even have a surprise for you in return ~” Of course this was not needed but there was still something hidden in the depths of the office of Millefiore boss, something surely to the green-haired males liking. “You might call it a ‘reward’, if you ever so please ~”

A slight nod, and he turned to occupy himself with a bit of work, leaving his right hand man to a tast that likely would need a bit of time. But this was after all what they had.

    It was not a challenge. Kikyou knew when it was supposed to be one, and this time it was not. He was not being challenged, nor teased; Byakuran was merely telling him his mind, and furthermore, it had been Kikyou himself who had asked the question of either he would be capable of doing such a thing or not. Truly, he believed he would—it was not that hard to understand flowers.

    Aqua green eyes traveled from the flower in his own hands to his Boss, right next to him, and his smile grew wider. Byakuran had helped him so much already, and Kikyou silently wondered if the white God had any idea of just how much it really was. He already knew about the parallel worlds and everything else he had to know, but still—

    —He was himself, and he was different from all the other Kikyous Byakuran had met before.

    ”I will do my best, Byakuran-sama.” And he would, and he would manage to create that rose. And he knew they both were completely aware of that, and there was absolutely no doubt. From both sides.

[smiling-white-orchid]

“Will you? ~” It was neither mocking nor tempting, merely a repetition of the given words with a small question from the God’s side. Kikyou was –by far – the one subordinate of him that would decipher and maybe even relish in the small riddles presented to him, was it just a very simple way to underline Byakuran’s trust that green-haired male was capable of understanding even when himself had no interest to speak the matter clear and to the point.

He leaned down then; a small hum escaping his lips and slender fingers went to caress another flower, color of pure white as the Lord himself.

“I’m sure you can! ~” The exclamation came nearly suddenly, especially that light purple eyes seemed to be fixed on the small bud in his hand, a smile curling up his lips and if not for some hidden knowledge that boss of Millefiore was actually always paying attention, one might want to point out he had gotten lost in thoughts. Might. “A task just like this one seems to be suitable for your skill, Kikyou-chan~”

    Ah, so blue roses were the ones Byakuran was going for. Kikyou was glad his years before Byakuran allowed him to learn about flowers, it wouldn’t be something to feel proud of if he accidentally ended up disappointing his Boss. But blue roses were, in fact, something he could hold a conversation about.

    “Indeed.” Aqua green eyes finally moved from the flowers around him to the form of the White God, lips still twitched up in a smirk that, truth be told, would rarelly leave his features. “The majority of the blue roses, however, are white ones with very few details in blue. To get the perfect blue rose is a difficult task.”

    A pause as he let his own words sink in. Blue roses as something unattainable and impossible. He believed that, by now, he had gotten used enough to Byakuran’s mannerisms to be able to understand what he wanted with only a few words.

    “Do you think I can do that, Byakuran-sama?”

[smiling-white-orchid]

“Nah~ Nah~ It’s correct.” One step, then another one was taken, closing in and watching idly, hands securely tugged away in the pockets of his attire. It truly was a beautiful sight to behold, but the topic and implications on hand were much more enticing to follow after.

A soft tilt of the white-haired male's head followed, making sure Kikyou would see him, before voice rung again out and a small explanation followed. “The first blue rose was created in Japan, countless tries to create it were going to vain, before it was done with a very simple trick.” A hand extended slowly, reaching for one of the shining white blossoms but surely without hurting it, stroking slowly over the soft petals in a caressingly gesture.

It was a simple mimicking of his right hand man’s approach, something he knew the Cloud would appreciate.

“Due to this, their symbolism varies from ‘fulfilled love’ to ‘the unattainable’ or ‘the impossible’.” What a picture of cruel and lovely combined in one delightful arrangement, bringing up and about with such a beautiful color a very realistic and hard meaning, combined in carelessly spoken words. Hand retracted, and a chuckle followed. “The unattainable is just a hollow word in use, isn’t it like this?”

    His own love for the garden made it quite difficult for Kikyou to really pay attention to everything else as he stepped in, and even Byakuran’s presence was momentarily pushed aside as the green haired male walked around, greenish eyes not really taking in anything else but the flowers around him.

    Orchids, indeed. Not his favorites, but still a flower that held a very important meaning to him. Silent steps took him to the nearest corner of the garden, and a single hand reached out to touch the soft white petals, a true smiling adorning his lips at the gentle feeling of softness against his skin.

    He had missed it; the ability to touch flowers without hurting them.

    ”Artificial roses,” voice echoed gently, showing that he was indeed paying attention even though eyes would never leave the white petals against his hand. “I know of blue and black, the former being created from white roses and the latter from, usually, very dark red ones. Is there something else that I’m failing to remember now?”

[smiling-white-orchid]

7/7七夕情人節 | 滿月君

[smiling-white-orchid]

"Maa maa~ Kikyou-chan. If you would have the possibility to go anywhere you like /and/ do anything you please, what would it be?~"

What an unexpected question coming from Byakuran. Not that Kikyou didn’t know how to appreciate such unexpected events, but that one was quite surprising if only because he was sure the God knew exactly what his answer would be. But who was Kikyou to question his Boss’ ego? He would never do that—he was there, instead, to stroke it everytime.

“Hahan. I must confess I was not expecting this question, Byakuran-sama.” Lips curling up in a smile, greenish eyes traveled all across the room they were in to look straight into purple ones. With respect, obviously.

Always with respect.

"Isn’t the answer a bit obvious, however?" One step. Two. Three steps. Four and five, and Kikyou was now right in front of the shorter male, only a couple inches keeping them apart. And so he got down on one knee before the White God, aqua green hair almost touching the ground beneath his knee, but eyes never leaving the other male. "I’d go wherever you wish to go, Byakuran-sama. And do whatever is needed to get the world to be as you want it to be."

One hand was lifted in the air, palm turned towards his own face so he could show purple eyes the ring on his finger, shining in a wine purple color, marking him as one of them. Propagation, like the clouds. Like his bellflowers.

Like his power.

"Isn’t this proof enough of my devotion? Isn’t this enough to answer your question, Byakuran-sama?”

[smiling-white-orchid]

Kimono Kiki… c: by frickle-frackle

[smiling-white-orchid]

The stains we hide

                   always rely on—

                                    believing the lie

                                                    c̦̫͍̠̼̦͠à͇̫r̷̤v̙̫͙̬̘̲ͅe͚d̘̪͜ out in your m i n d.

[smiling-white-orchid]

The god stopped for a short moment at the entrance to the base's lower corridor, glancing at the taller male for at least a while. The flowers, indeed, were a delight, but purple eyes rested on the back of the man before him. The way he moved, the way he spoke, whole tone of voice and change of attitude, it not only had to do with the garden but was a nice concept and step in forming him like Byakuran would ever desire his closest in command to be.

A chuckle and he followed, letting his glance wander over the obvious picture and message Kikyou was showing here, was setting up as beautiful reminder inside the Famiglia base. “Mhm ~ There is still a bit of free place here and there as I can see ~” Own hands in his pockets; he glanced towards a bench in one of the corners, where a small part of patches was still without the frail decoration.

All in all, the garden in itself was made and built in form of the insignia, random-shapes and forms would be too atrocious for the god, and he knew of the solidarity of long-haired male. A smile. It truly was a beautiful and peaceful sight, like set decoration in an old classical theatre. “Roses, hm? ~ There are two colors artificially created with a meaning underlining this in an enigmatic way. Do you know which ones and the background to them, Kikyou-chan?”

    “Indeed.” A genuine smile that Byakuran would actually miss due to their positions, but nothing Kikyou couldn’t show him later on. He remained silent, then, as he mvoed around the Base until he could find the door that would take them outside, and to the garden.

    There was a great amount of white orchids at every single corner one would look at, the majority of them still growing, and some already blossoming. The garden had pretty much been filled with white flowers everywhere, with small details in other colors here and there—there was a corner filled in purple bluebells, and even some pink and purple bellflowers as well.

    “I’ve been thinking of trying some roses as well,” he mentioned casually, stepping outside he Base and inside the garden, walking around the flowers and making sure everything was alright around there. “Yellow ones, or even salmon and pink. It would be nice to add more colors.”