#( FALLESTO ; KYOJURO 18 )

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——– IT HAD BEEN EARNED.

After years of fighting. Years of struggle. Years of endless torment and hardship. They where finally there. They were finally were they were meant to be, they were the flame pillar. After so long. So very long of fighting and wanting, of pushing forward, they had reached it at long last. To kill a lower moon demon, was not an easy feat to overcome and do and they had done that on there own, they were the flame pillar.

IT WAS HARD TO EVEN SAY IT.

That it had happened after all of this time. As they stood within the hallway and had there arms out and there hands pressed into the wall. As amber eyes would flicker down. He had been looking everywhere for his haori. Within his room, the kitchen, the dining room, even outside on the chance he had left it out there and nowhere at all, could it be found, but then of course, they had not looked to the most obvious place and most obvious culprit as well.

“So.” As they spoke with a small shake of there head. “What is this?”

As they glance down and well they could see there haori and were it was. For she was wearing it, with pride and a smile upon her face as well. An amused smile would wash over his face as he retreated one of his hands to place it on her shoulder and then pat it down gently, over herself to clean it out and make it look sharp on her.

“A little big baggy?” It was countless sizes too big for her, it looked like she was drowning within it, and that made him laugh. “Would you not rather have your own?” As he wondered out aloud, did she not wish, for her own haori, she was right there, so close like he was to becoming a pillar and earning one like this as he would sigh a little.

“How would you like it.” As he leaned closer to her, to the end of his nose touched her own. “If I stole your own and wore it and watched you run around looking for it?”

There was no one more proud of his success than her. Ever since they were teenagers Nicolette had been there, whether in person or through the exchanging of letters, to support and praise him for his every achievement, no matter how bigger or small. He was the only person someone as selfish as her had ever put before herself. She had always made sure to be very vocal about her pride in him, but that didn’t mean she could resist teasing him any chance she got. Even now, as young adults, her mischievous nature had not changed. She had known from the beginning that he’d tear the house apart if he had to to find it, though she wasn’t so cruel as it let it get that far. She was fully prepared to ruin her own joke if it became too much, but he’d beat her to it after finding her.

Still, she hadn’t expected the way he’d gotten closer until her back pressed up against the wall and his hands placed flat beside her head. He was bigger, towering over her as his face bent down to meet her eyes. He’d hit his growth spurt a handful of years ago, shooting up a few inched taller than her, but growing much larger in size too. All broad shoulders and muscular arms, and she couldn’t help the deep blush that crept upon her face and ears as she stared up at him. ❝ Hmm~? What do you mean? ❞ A simple hum, giving her best innocent doe-eyes, even as his hand moved to adjust and smooth over the fabric of her shoulders. She shivered, and continued, ❝ oh, this? I dunno, I just found it laying around... I suppose it is a little big, but I still think it looks nice on me, don’t you? ❞ 

At his question, she paused and seemed to consider, but before she could answer he was leaning even closer until their noses touched. Her breath hitched, cheeks burning darker as her heartrate sped up. ❝ Ah... I think I’d quite like to see you wearing something of mine... ❞ She could hardly pull her gaze away from his as it bore into her, his eyes wide and bright as always. Beautiful, much like his lips, which she couldn’t resist looking down at. When he spoke she could feel his breath upon her, and her tongue peeked out to wet her own lips without even realizing. Both hands lifted to press against his clothed chest, fingers gripping the fabric tightly and pulling him closer. ❝ What are you gonna do now, Kyo? Are you going to take it off me? ❞

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@fallesto​​ asked:  ❝ that bad, huh ? any good news ? ❞

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❝ No, it’s bad— actually, it’s TERRIBLE !! ❞ A harsh groan left her suddenly as the girl bent forward even more, head pressed against knees as they were pulled against her chest, hands tangling in long violet strands and tugging in frustration. She was being dramatic... as usual, but she’d already been in a bad mood and this new development just made things so much worse! ❝ I mean, I guess it COULD be worse— they said they aren’t gonna suspend me, which saves me an ass beating from my dad, but— STILL! ❞ 

Snapping her head up quickly, Nicolette fixed her friend with a petulant glare, the effect of which was significantly dampened by the single black eye, bruised nose and swollen cheek, and continued, ❝ They said I had to write a fucking APOLOGY letter to that little asshole! Can you believe it, Tojuro? It’s so unfair! It wasn’t even my fault this time! ❞ Ah, another fight. It wasn’t uncommon for her, to be involved in such things. There were a lot of rumors of her being a delinquent— some people even believed she got kicked out of her old school and that’s why she transferred here— but she was lucky to be pretty and charismatic enough that it wasn’t usually a problem. Still, some people just couldn’t help but run their mouths, and what was she meant to do? Let them speak bullshit?

Absolutely not! Her dad didn’t raise a fragile little flower.

❝ I gave him a warning and he kept running his mouth and then when I pushed past him, he flipped my skirt! Breaking his nose and knocking out a tooth was going too easy, in my opinion! ❞ She felt herself beginning to pout now, as she rubbed a hand pathetically against her sore face before reaching out to take the boy’s hand, tugging at it pathetically. All the bravado was gone, as she began to whine. ❝ Come on, come oooon, tell me I was right, Tojuroooo!! You’re the only one I can count on to be on my side! ❞ Most people couldn’t believe they were such good friends— Tojuro was so kind and endlessly positive, not to mention she was older than him by a couple of years. She might be popular for her looks, but he was popular for being a genuinely good person. Normally she couldn’t stand people like him, but from the moment she’d seen him racing to school and challenged him... she’d been inexplicably drawn to him. Like it was fate to meet him. He was honestly her best friend, which was why she more than needed some sympathy and coddling, right now! Who cares if she was older!