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Kitsune | i. demon

Jung Hoseok/Reader [F]

Genre: Demon Hunter AU, Action, Romance, Enemies to Lovers, Japanese Feudal Era

Warning(s): Contains Violence & Blood (Semi to Graphic Depictions)

Words: 8.7k

Summary: Demons: man-eating, murderous monsters who would kill anyone for the blood of humans: be it man, woman or child. They have no need for comrades. Known cannibalize and kill other demons if they so choose. Demon Hunters are tasked with eliminating any and all demons without question, but what would come to pass if they were told that a demon saved a human life? Views, values and relations become altered and absolutely nothing seemed human anymore. Never sharpen a blade too much, lest you become the wounded.

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a/n: It's finally here!!! Lowkey super hyPED to start this series. Pls pls pls let me know what you think of the first part. If you want to be added to the tag list for future parts hmu. (also lmk what you think of my attempt at action scenes LOL)

tag.list: @kathrynwynterbourne

Snowfall. It was the one absolute that was offered in the dead of the winter months. No matter who lives, who has died, what will be and what has been, snowfall will always occur. That was just a common fact. It was what lay beneath and beyond the snow and the walls of villages of homes that were secret.

What lay up beyond the mountains of wisteria and what was kept inside; held as a prison unless otherwise executed. The pure, beautiful snow the people know was far more dark and grim than the children who rolled in it realized. Not a single one of them knew just how crimson snow can become when soaked with the darkest shade of blood from something that isn’t man, nor animal. The blood of a demon is much darker.

The distant woods of Japan were tranquil in the season of winter. Thin bare trees, coated with the faintest layers of snow that could fall off their small, frail branches. The ground though would catch all that fallen snow and pile up until a sea of white would cover the forest floor. Green of grass dead and brown of dirt hidden under the pure white of the cloudy grey skies.

It was in these forests that echoed the sounds of battle.

Somewhere beyond those bare, endless snowy-white trees was a man. Running, weaving through the snowy abyss. Clothbound waraji on his feet and to his knees along with a black keikogi, a single matching obi around his waist. Covered over on top of his zipping body was a red, floral haori- fluttering behind him like a crimson butterfly. Two swords were strapped on top of one another slung around his hip. A hand of his resting on the tip of their dual hilts, steadying them in his rapid sprinting.

He was in pursuit. His head turned towards his right, following something with his eyes as he tracked them. His eyes flicked up to the tree line, following his target. He slid to a stop, drifting into a halt as his heels dug into the pact snow. The hand resting on his swords moved to grip a single one before quietly and steadily drawing his blade.

He stood completely silent, blade shining off the innocent snow. All was still for just a moment. He whipped around, a feral growl approaching as a creature sprung from the treetops above- descending upon him. It was inhuman.

Veins crawling- bulging- up to its neck and around its face. Barely covered in cloth, most unfitting for the cold of winter with stained claws. Claws that were aimed at the hunter’s throat. This mindless demon was looking for its next human meal before the cloudy-snowing sky revealed the sun.

The hunter remained ever calm- even with a demon after his head. A deep breath, a swift moment and a clean strike was all it took. Slicing his sword towards his attacker, he was soon behind the demon once again sheathing his sword after swiping it clean of blood. The demon’s body fell limply into the snow with a muffled thud. It’s head landing away from its body- cleanly decapitated.

The innocent white snow tainted with demon’s blood as its body twitched with its last moments of life. The hunter stood in front of the headless body as it began to disintegrate. The demon howled and cursed before its body and head vanished. Never even a bone remained of the corpse- everything into dust.

Then the hunter bowed.

Placing a hand to rest back on the hilts of his swords, he looked to the frozen rain of snow falling overhead with no sight of stopping. He took a deep breath, letting it out in the form of chilled fog before it dissipated.

“Winter in Japan is much colder than I remember,” was all he said as he stood alone. Setting his sights down- forward- he moved to proceed on. Making his footprint in the bloody snow that would soon be covered by a fresh new layer of white.

The hunter who tread through the woods soon entered through the gates of a village. It was a small one- well off the path that kept it firmly hidden from others. However, this village held a purpose for his visit. A manor that is kept hidden inside a barrier to keep demons from finding it, only Demon Hunters with specifically crafted talisman could see and enter it.

He stood face to face with a long stone wall that surrounded the village perimeter. Examining it, he pulls a talisman from the inside of his keikogi and a portion of the wall appears to distort in his eyes like a ripple. That distortion was his entrance. Stepping through the wall and into the front entrance of the manor.

A long walkway of stepping stone leading to the double shoji door of the large home. The hunter stepped from stone to stone until he was at the door. Ready to open it and head inside, he was stopped from a call above him. Stepping back, he looked up. On the second balcony hung casually over the edge was the body of a samurai he was more than familiar with.

“You are awfully bold. Not even bothering to knock- just entering a house that certainly is not your own.” The man above tutted with a wave of his hand.

“I was called here for business,” the hunter replied. “What reason do I have to announce myself if you all were already well aware of my arrival. I know Shiro knew the moment I arrived at the village gate.” The second balcony man climbed and hopped up and over the wooden railing before practically floating down on the wind. His bare feet hitting the stone landing of the entrance. Landing easy, gracefully next to the hunter as he tucked his arms together in the sleeves of his kimono.

His kimono was a pattern of white and fair yellow; patterns of lilies among the fabric. The obi bound round his waist a pitch black. His dark hair strung array as his eyes hid behind the fringe of his bangs. Having just enough hair to pull and tie into a ponytail at the back of his head with a hair string of yellow he favored. String whipping its ends in the winter breeze.

“Yes, she did. However, you should know not to be rude in any case. This still is not your home.”

“It does not belong to your either, Taehyung.” The hunter informed the casually dressed samurai. Taehyung just shook his head, opening the translucent door as the wind chime above it jingled. He invited the hunter inside to follow after him.

“You sure have been on edge ever since you came back from the continent. Can you pretend not to be insufferable for a change of pace?” Taehyung told him. The hunter slid off his waraji and followed behind Taehyung’s back- despite already knowing the layout of his manor due to his previous visits. Treading halls and tatami mat floors in his two sleeved socks. Taehyung soon arrived at a room, doors shut and stopped before it.

Both samurai and hunter dropped to their knees behind the sliding door. “My Lord,” Taehyung called, head lowered. “Your guest has arrived.” A small sigh came beyond the door.

“You two may enter.” A smooth voice called from inside. Both men stood and excused themselves before they slid the door open and entered.

Sliding the paper door, the room was large and nearly empty. A meeting or gathering room of sorts. Along the tatami floors were cushions for guests to sit. On one of those cushions in the back center of the room sat an elegantly dressed man- an equally elegant tapestry hung on the far wall behind him in the tokonoma. Appearing no older than his middle ages and keeping his true age to himself, not even his most trusted knew his age- aside from his wife.

Dressed in a kimono flattered in golds and reds with the bluest haori of silk on his shoulders, the lord of the manor sat peacefully. Running and taking care of the manor he occupied as well as the village he cherished and everybody that dwelled in them. Long black hair that reached his back and tied with a fine gold ribbon.

Taehyung and the hunter sat in front of him, legs tucked under themselves. The hunter replaced his swords from their place on his hip and removed them to rest them on the floor at his side.

The lord smiled. “Hoseok. It is a pleasure to be in your presence again.” The hunter- known as Hoseok- bowed his head slightly.

“It has been far too long, Lord Fuuta.” The lord waved off the formality. “May I assume Lady Shiro is well?”

“She is. She came to me the moment you arrived; though I am sure you are well aware of that.” Lady Shiro was the lovely wife of Fuuta; she was also a high standing priestess of spiritual power. She was both revered and discriminated- hence why she chose to hide in this home with her beloved. She was never one for public affairs- so her appearance to even the most frequent of guests was never expected.

Fuuta cleared his throat as he stood. His eyes dead set on Hoseok. The soft gleam of his eyes hardening a fraction as Hoseok’s body grew the smallest bit of tension.

“I will move along then. We have someone who was brought to us by Taehyung- a story of his is why we have called you here. I would like you to come and listen and from there I shall decide what I would like the two of you to do.” Fuuta was a man who had more power than just another standing noblemen. He was the center of a small unofficial organization of hunters that specialize in hunting down and killing demons. Consisting of swordsman and the rare swordswoman. From samurai, like Taehyung, and even skilled ninjas- Hoseok had only met one ninja however, as they were not people who enjoy much human confrontation.

Taehyung and Hoseok looked at each other. It was not often Fuuta would pair either of the two up with a partner, but to pen them both together as a single unit was something exceedingly rare. The last time Hoseok fought beside Taehyung was years ago when the two were just finishing up their training under Fuuta’s head branch of fighters. Many since then have resigned their position due to injury or age, while others have unfortunately died fulfilling their duties in cutting down demons. Out of the twelve leaders, only 3 spots of the original remain. The others have been replaced time and time again with new leaders.

Currently, Taehyung sat in one of those chairs himself. A leader of his kind; walking proudly as the top Samurai under Kurou and able to harness his body to any extent he sees fit. Speed and precision were the exceeding traits he possessed that were leagues above his fellow samurai and earned him respect beyond belief.

Hoseok hoped to be seated next to his friend one day; although he is powerful- his training to be able to sit proudly there at Taehyung’s side still has a long way to go.

The two both stood as Fuuta began to make his way to the door, heading out into his halls and onward still. Hoseok and Taehyung following behind as Hoseok had replaced his swords back around his waist- slipping them into the obi he wore.

Fuuta moved gracefully even in his steps. Making turns as he soon stood in front of a room, doors closed as he announced himself. Inside were two bodies, male and female opposing. The woman was none other than Shiro. Dressed in her priestess garb: red Hakan and white kosode. Her hair bound behind her in a long, red braided ribbon. A folded paper fan tucked into her breast.

The man looked feeble and malnourished to a threatening degree- despite his stay in the manor. Sat in tattered brown trousers and without a shirt so Shiro could examine his still healing wounds on his chest. She stopped when the door behind her opened revealing her husband and two hunters at his sides. Familiar faces to her.

Taehyung and Hoseok lowered their heads as Shiro remained silent. She stood from the man’s side and went to her husband’s.

“Has he progress at all?” Fuuta questioned. Shiro shook her head.

“He eats scarcely. He is insistent we find the woman he keeps requesting.” Shiro’s voice was as soft as a bell. Fuuta sighed as he dismissed his wife. Leaving the four men in the room, Fuuta moved to kneel at the dazed man’s side. Sat inside a futon he remained still and didn’t even meet Fuuta’s gaze.

“Once more,” Fuuta stated. “Could you tell us about the demons’ that attacked you once more?” The still man suddenly flew into a frenzy.

“It wasn’t ‘demons’!” He sprung to his knees, grabbing Fuuta’s collar. Taehyung moved quickly to detach him from Fuuta. He kicked and pulled as Taehyung restrained his arms. “I told you- a demon saved me!” Hoseok stilled at the impossible thought. “I-I was hunting around an old shrine when a giant spider trapped me in its web. I was going to die but another demon showed up. A woman. She freed me and sent me down the mountain. She sent me to the samurai in the area!” The man broke into weak sobs, his body slackening again- losing all its tension.

Taehyung released him, knowing his fit was concluded. Fuuta straightened out his kimono as Hoseok and Taehyung moved to sit closer to their Lord. The weak man left in his futon trembling with tears.

“There you have it,” Fuuta started. “It has been the same story day after day. There have been no difference or flaws as his story has been rehearsed exactly the same each time he’s asked to tell it.” He looked back at the man. “Do you still wish for this woman to be acquired? Taehyung was the samurai who was presented to you, so he would know around the location you were when this all transpired.” The man only nodded as Fuuta looked back to his men- specifically Hoseok and his hardened eyes. “He deeply wishes to offer his thanks. Taehyung can take you to the location and lead out this mission; however, the choice to kill or capture the demon is purely up to you. I will not demand she stay alive.”

Fuuta knew sending Taehyung alone would almost guarantee her capture and return as a warm body and not a corpse. However, Hoseok was not so compassionate towards demons even under Fuuta orders. There was a possibility of Hoseok completely rejecting the job completely; not wishing to be in a position to show any sort of mercy to a demon.

Hoseok had a hard time believing this sick old man’s story. Claiming to be saved by a demon? Demon’s don’t care about who they kill. So, why would one even think about rescuing the life of a human in the first place? Hoseok just didn’t- couldn’t- believe such a farfetch'd tale. Hoseok bowed to his leader before silently dismissing himself.

Moving himself outside, he sat among the garden, his swords off his hip as they rested against his shoulder. He sat in the snow, his haori resting behind him as the evergreen shrubs surrounded around him. The snow had begun to descend again as his breath left in white puffs. It wasn’t long before Taehyung had moved to his side, standing with his hands once again tucked into his sleeves in front of his chest.

“You know,” Taehyung started, “Lord Fuuta chose you specifically for this job. If it weren’t for my knowing the relative location, I doubt I would have been involved at all.” Hoseok looked at the snow sprinkled ground.

“You understand how I feel about demons,” Hoseok replied simply in a tone as cold as the snow he sat around. Taehyung just sighed, expecting no less.

“The lord isn’t asking you to change your views or beliefs. He’s trying to offer a new road for yourself. Seeing you fight and kill without hesitation constantly both bothers and worries him.”

Hoseok knew that, but having the job to not exterminate a demon and instead bring them back so they can be thanked? It was a lot to ask for. Taehyung left his friend’s side not long after their small talk- leaving him to his thoughts. After all, no one can decide Hoseok’s choices but himself. Taehyung knew the boundary between friend and subordinate and knew never to go beyond it.

When night fell the house gathered in the dining hall for dinner. Eating as they sat in a rectangular formation in zaitsu chairs- Fuuta at the head of the formation with Shiro to his right. Personal raised lacquer tables decorated with bowls of rice, dishes of grilled fish from the river and pickled vegetables. Chopsticks sat on lifted bamboo pieces.

They ate in silence as the dishes were cleared, thanks were given and soon one by one everyone was dismissed off. Hoseok sat in his room and board for any time he visits this manor. Perched on the wall-built desk of his tatami room. Changed out of his keikogi and haori hung on a nail of his wall. Replaced with a men-fitted kimono of white clouds. A thin sash around his waist with the chest pulled open. The open window brought the welcome cold inside.

He was disturbed only once more when a servant of the house intruded on his privacy to deliver a sharpening stone per his request. His sword had dulled in his battles leading up to his arrival. So, he sat in his lantern-lit room, sharpening the one sword he ever dared to draw, the other laying dormant and sheathed.

Just as always.

The next morning, Hoseok was woken up by Taehyung kicking him as he slept in his futon. He groaned now awake. Taehyung stood above him, arms tucking into his kimono in proper Taehyung fashion. Hoseok just nodded, a silent confirmation that he was awake as Taehyung left his room, sliding his shoji door shut.

Hoseok sat up, his hair a reckless mess as he looked out his still open window as gooseflesh rose throughout his skin. It was sunny today. No doubt the snow sparkled in the sunlight on the ground this morning. A new layer ready to be marked with fresh footprints.

Getting out of his futon, he left his swords by his small closet space and slipped on a pair of tabi over his feet before leaving his room. Fixing and tucking his kimono as he walked, he soon ran into a slew of morning servants. Offering bows and holding trays of seed for the garden birds who had not fled for winter and still bathed their wings in the stone baths made for them.

He soon sat on the outside landing of the gardens again, breathing in the winter morning air. It wasn’t long before his solitude was broken by someone joining him. Sitting to his left.

“Have you come to a decision on what our Lord asked of us?” Taehyung spoke without eye contact. Staring ahead at the morning scenery, same as his friend. Hoseok sighed.

“What about you? Will you go allow with what he’s asked?”

“I have no reason to oppose it. Unlike you, I have a fairly neutral opinion about demons as a whole species.” Hoseok remained silent. “As far as I believe, demons can choose just like people. What side do they fall on and who do they fight for. Though, it is, of course, an opinion.” Taehyung stood, tighten up his loose obi sash. He knew Hoseok felt nothing but hostility, so he wouldn’t tread on the topic any further.

Without a word, Taheyung left the hunter in his solitude once more. Hoseok sighed, moving to lay on his back. “What do you think I should do?” He asked up to the sun. Only semi-hoping it would answer back.

It was just brushing midday when Taehyung stood ready to depart the manor. Dressed in his appropriate samurai garbs and armor with his freshly sharpened sword on his hip. Sat up on horseback, he spoke with his lord before departure.

“Is Hoseok not joining you then, Taehyung?” Fuuta asked as Taehyung shook his head.

“It is a tough choice for him. Do not hold it against him, My Lord.” Kurou just smiled at Taehyung’s sincerity and defense of his underling and friend.

“Hold what against me?” Hoseok spoke from behind Fuuta. Both men now focused on him. He was dressed in his keikogi once more. Waraji strapped to his feet and straw wound up to his knees, binding cloth around his shins. His two blades once more at his side. Fuuta smiled as he faced the hunter fully. It was plain to see Hoseok had made his decision.

Taehyung steadied his impatient steed. “If you plan to run all the up the mountain, be my guest. However, might I advise a horse instead. We have plenty of them in the stables ready for departure behind the manor. I will not have you slowing down this operation without proper transport.” Taehyung spoke with a minor edge in his voice. With his rank it was obvious he was to lead out his mission; even though Hoseok leaped above him in age.

It was hardly no-time at all when Hoseok returned with a horse of his own. A brown coated mare he had taken quite a liking to. Although a female, she was a strong horse who rivals that of her male counterparts. He joined Taehyung at the village gates- already moving ahead and leaving the manor ahead of his underling. Fuuta thanked both men separately at their acceptance of this job.

He prayed for their safe, successful return.

It would be a day’s long journey on horseback to ascend the mountain. When night fell, the two would camp. Camping inside a nearby cave up the path, the horses and men rested. Taehyung only freeing himself of a few pieces of armor. Sitting around the fire of sticks and stones, Hoseok basked in the pulsing crackling warmth. Hoping his haori would take in said warmth through the night- wanting to weave it into the very fabric of the piece hanging on his shoulders.

Waking at dawn they head further up the mountain. The closer they got towards the peak, the wider the terrain became. Hoseok noticed stone statues and white talisman and ribbon taped and tied around and onto tree trunks and limbs. Enclosing further up sacred ground.

Ideally, demons shouldn’t be allowed passaged on sacred ground- the purity intoxicating to a lethal degree. With grounds endowed with protective mantras and barriers to keep the wicked out. Though, if not strong enough or long abandoned by their priest, priestess, monk, God, what have you- the spiritual power would weaken considerably.

Before long, the two breached the crowded forest and stood before the first torii gate leading to the long approach of a shrine.

“According to himself, the man was injured and attacked further in,” Taehyung announced before he jostled his stallion onward through the torii. Hoseok rarely visited shrines, rejecting most Gods’ people pondered on or prayed too. He stood without religion, so he wasn’t familiar with shrine setups if he were being honest.

Passing under the second torii he could catch a glance at the main shrine. Throughout the approach and beyond it, the lack of up-keep began to show more and more.

The sacred fence was frozen with ice and snow, the long approach road of gravel and stone coated with winter. The front worship hall was beaten and aged with poor conditions. Hoseok could only imagine the state of the main sanctuary past the inner fence that use to supposedly house a God. Even the so-called sacred forest littered with previous evergreens was baren with winter stripped limbs.

What God dwelled here before has long since left his shrine to decay into the mountainside.

“Go look around the sanctuary. I’ll scope around the approach further and check the shrine office. Tie your horse and continue on foot,” Taehyung instructed, lifting himself off his stallion as Hoseok left the back of his mare. Tying the steeds down to any firm part of the fence they could, the two broke off to search.

Hoseok grimaced at the overwhelming feeling of demonic tension that hung in the air like a bad fragrance. It made him on edge as each snow crunched step he took was guarded. A constant, ready hand on the hilt of his single in-use blade. The kitsune statues that looked over and acted as messengers were broken and eroded: a bad omen if Hoseok ever believed in one. It was as if a demon could appear from anywhere at any time.

Hoseok walked and inspected as instructed. Scoping out anywhere for any sign of a righteous demon woman. He couldn’t even find footprints in the snow to indicate anyone had been here recently besides himself. Perhaps she’s moved locations by now.

Eventually, Hoseok met back up with Taehyung of whom also turned up empty-handed when it came to any possible clues to locate the demon in question. Both men decided to stay inside the abandoned shrine for the night, tying the horses down at the main hall to keep them close and under shelter, in case more snow should fall throughout the night.

If nothing that could be of use to their objective could be found soon, they’d leave the mountain. There would be no use in staying if there is nothing to keep them there. If they were to go back empty-handed, Taheyung- as the acting superior warrior- would settle any following action that may be hurled at them in a negative manner.

Through the evening, the tense, thick air never lessened and the silent, uneventful atmosphere remained just that: silent and uneventful. Taking to the inside of the sanctuary as night began to fall, both experienced fighters reeled in their tense shoulders for a sliver of sleep.

Dead of night, Hoseok was forced out of restless sleep. The demonic intensity plaguing his unconsciousness with nightmare after nightmare. The sweat beading along his brow and the heat flashing between hot and cold along his skin made any further sleep a high impossibly and hopeless wish. Deciding to forego a time of sitting in an uneasy relaxation, Hoseok moved to leave the sanctuary to walk the perimeter once again just to make time tick by faster- albeit just barely- and hopefully clear his head.

Stepping outside, the snow had deepened to the point when he took a step, it hit nearly half the length of his shin. Hiking up his legs to take solid steps and drag his feet through the snow, he moved aimlessly. The shrine looked far more sinister in the nighttime than it did dilapidated in the daylight. The air was stagnant in its chill as the moon overhead became partially covered when clouds of swiped shape spotted over.

Maybe it was just the instinct in the back of his mind due to his everyday task of taking down demons, but he began to believe he should’ve brought his sword out with him. Instead, they both sat inside beside where he once lay in the room with Taehyung.

Stopping his trekking around in the snow, he turned to go back and stay inside the shrine until the chill running in circles on his spine simmered. He was three steps retreated when something slammed into his back. It wasn’t just an object that an animal may have tossed from the tree top; no. What hit into his back was alive and when he fell chest first into the deep snow, he felt it remain on top of him.

He felt it sit on his back, it’s feet pushing into the back of his thighs and it’s hand pushing on the center of his back and neck. He heard growling and hissing from behind him as he pushed his head back to lift his face out of the snow. Looping his arms behind his back, he grabbed the wrists of whatever was on him and lifted their hands off him just enough for him to gain ground.

Having mobility of his head- his neck now free- he pushed his forehead into the packed snow and forcefully twisted his hips to toss the thing off his back just enough to knock it off-balance. Hearing it hit against the snow in a series of snowy crunches, Hoseok quickly lifted himself up out of the snow, now on his knees as he shoved the wrists away from him completely.

Leaning back to gain more ground, Hoseok hissed at the sight of the demon leering at him. Shaking his head at the lack of a weapon, he had come to see the small hatchet lodged into the ribcage of the demon. Hanging there and moving with each jerked breath, along with a fresh leakage of ooze that seemed far too dissimilar to blood. The color was green and dim- thicker than the average human blood.

The demon itself was far beyond all comprehension. It was hardly human-like, thin and sickly to the eyes like a walking skeleton. Arms long and when hanging hitting their knees, it’s fingertips hidden in snow as the demon remain kneeled. Legs like a spider, thin and spindly, it was shocking it held the bones above it. The face was demented and pulled back, eyes sunken in and mouth wide and more of that like a snake.

By the looks of the monster, it was already close to death. All Hoseok had to do was find a way to yank the hatchet from its ribs and lop off its head and it would be all over for it. He had no doubt it would eventually wither away and die afterward. It was the only chance he had if he wanted to get back inside without leading the demon back to Taehyung’s sleeping body.

Standing off with the demon as it twitched and growled, it’s pulled back skin and lips showing the rotten, carnivorous teeth that were no doubt ready to tear into Hoseok’s neck. There was silence before a pile of snow slipped from a tree limb and landed in a mound on the ground before the demon lept without consciousness leading its way.

Lunging forward, Hoseok rolled and stepped around in the high snow the best he could manage. Tucking his knees up in a roll, he spun around the body of the front buried demon who missed in its leaping attack.

Spinning around its skeletal back, Hoseok lay in the snowbank, his back sinking in it as he pulled his knees to his chest. Feet flexed and flat, he stomped his heels into the demon’s back; feeling its ribs vibrate and move under the sheer force of his stomping.

Rolling back up, he took advantage of the momentary distraction of the demon due to Hoseok’s back stomping, he reached from around the long eerie arms of the demon to grasp the handle of the hatchet. Taking a breath through his teeth, he yanked the hatchet backward and ripped it harshly out of the ribcage of the demon.

The piercing shriek of the demon’s sudden gash in its chest vibrated the air. Screaming like a woman turning ghost, Hoseok could only focus on the green blood coated on the cold hatchet blade. The scream blurring his vision and throwing his balance. The wooden handle of the hatchet was lightly frosted as his warm skin melted the frost; damping the wood.

The demon whirled, swinging its arms without hazard, angered and disturbed at Hoseok’s infliction upon it. In those unaimed, meddling whirls of arm swings, Hoseok successfully avoided and even lopped off one of the demon’s arms. Cutting it off with a swing of his newfound hatched at the elbow, the arm fell into the snow with a dull crunch as it continued twitching despite its removal from its body.

The demon howled once again. It’s anger and desperation to kill Hoseok spiking.

It was instant when the demon pinned Hoseok’s shoulder into the snow as he somehow found himself on his back again, sinking into the white of winter. Demon face to face with the hunter as it screamed into his face, making him wince- the cold on his skin the only thing keeping him from losing his consciousness.

The severed arm leaked large, disgusting blobs of green, sick blood as it bled into the snow beneath Hoseok, tainting it. It shrieked once more, Hoseok feeling it in his bones before all was silent once again. The demon vanished.

Gaining his senses and realizing the demon was no longer on top of him, he felt the hatch being ripped from his grasp. He gasped as he sat up, watching the back of someone else run off ahead. Rushing towards the body of the demon who was suddenly lying in the snow several feet away.

Thrashing around like a headless dog, it found its way to its feet as it became ever more feral. Thrashing and screaming like a mindless husk, the new body nimbly avoiding any and all spastic movements aimed their way.

Hoseok watched the back of the- what he can only assume was a defender- as they moved cleanly around and through everything. He wasn’t sure how it happened, but with every single correct movement, restriction of the only attached arm left, and a swing of the hatchet, the demon’s head rolled down it’s back and into the snow. Facedown in a mouth open scream that would never sound again.

The body collapsed to its knees, green blood spurting from the stump of it’s elongated neck, mimicking that of a disgusting fountain. Standing on its knees a moment longer, it crumbled into a pile of bone as the skin disintegrated away like ash into the moonlit wind.

Hoseok had come to trust his instincts, and what his instincts were screaming at him was the pure, unadulterated fact that whatever just killed that demon, wasn’t human either. It moved to nimbly, to quickly and far too supernaturally to be any kind of human. No humans possessed all those qualities without having to sell some part of their humanity away.

He moved to his feet, knees bent and ready to evade or attack with any given reason to. Hoseok silenced his heavy breathing when the defending party turned to face him. He was correct, it was not human indeed.

Dressed loosely in a stained yukata, ripping at the knees exposing their legs, this demon looked more human than others did. Barefoot, and covered in snow and caked on dirt stains with hair tangled around their neck and back. The open kimono chest revealed far too much breast clearly revealing the gender of the being to be female.

Its eyes remained narrow and they held tightly onto the hatchet that had just lopped off the head of another demon. Their eyes glowing similar to the reflective green of a fox's. Hoseok's eyes narrowed right back at them.

A demon who killed another demon to- supposedly- save the life of Hoseok, a human. This she-demon had to be the one demon Hoseok and Taehyung were dragged up the mountain looking for. Hoseok decided to try and at least attempt to swallow his pride.

“Put the hatchet down,” he spoke over the quiet snowy ground. The demon- you- only gripped the handle of it tighter. Hoseok bit at his tongue, trying not to insult you and accidentally set you off when he wasn’t supposed to really start a fight. He began to second guess his choice on coming up here with Taehyung.

He couldn’t do this.

Talking and trying to disarm a demon? Not to mention doing so without using violence and using the strategy of persuasion? He wasn’t cut out for this- not with demons. Not with monsters.

“Why are you here?” You hissed. Grip relentless on the weapon in your palm, strong enough you were sure you could snap the handle in two. “Sleeping defenseless in an abandoned shrine. You ask for death!” You yell. Hoseok bit at his tongue once again.

Scowling, he took a step forward trying not to deter himself from the confirmation he sought. “Are you the demon who saved the life of a man before?” You remained silent as Hoseok rolled his eyes. “He was wondering the mountain, attacked by a spider demon. That was you, wasn't it?”

“Humans have no reason to interrogate us,” you spoke back with venom. Hoseok would agree on that. He had no business asking questions. If he had his way, he’d be rushing inside, getting his weapon and sending you to an early grave. However, that was not his task- as he drilled over and over inside his head.

“If you do not answer me, I’ll be forced to take your words as confirmation.” Hoseok watched your eyes scan the area and he moved to get up fully as he could tell that you were ready to run. Willing and ready to abscond from the situation at hand. In your distraction for a quick escape, you were suddenly disarmed.

Your arms were seized, pulled behind your back before your wrists were pinned upwards, arms folded up behind you. Knees kicked out, you were soon front first in the snow, an elbow between your shoulder blades that somehow cut off your breath and halted every sense of movement. You looked behind you, seeing a long-haired man in only half his armor as he kneeled, pinning you down.

When had he gotten behind you? You hadn’t heard him approach you at all. Hoseok was as shocked as you looked. He hadn’t even seen Taehyung exit the shrine, let alone see him get close enough to you to restrain you at all. His speed really was nothing to underestimate.

You began to squirm as all you did was jostle Taehyung’s body as he forcefully held you down with what looked like ease. He looked to Hoseok.

“We descend the mountain tonight,” were the only words out of Taheyung’s mouth. Picking up the hatchet at your side, lying in the snow, Taehyung picked it up with his free hand and flung it far off out of the way of reach. Now no one had access to it. Bringing the back of his hand harshly onto the back of your neck, you fell limp into the snow- the samurai stealing away your consciousness. He got off you as you remain where you were. “Gather your things and we leave.”

Hoseok was given his orders as he went in and did as he was told. Attaching his swords back to his side- sighing at the comfort of having them back on his person- and dressing fully again.

Taehyung had tied your arms behind your back as well as looped rope around your ankles, pinning them together. He also placed a shoot of bamboo between your lips, pacifying your mouth as it was tied around your neck. In case you woke and put up a fight, you’d do little to no harm restrained.

Dressed in his full armor once again, you were lifted over his stallion on your stomach as he sat in his saddle behind your limp body. Taehyung figured it’d be best for all of you if you were placed under his supervision on the trip back instead of with Hoseok on his mare. Hoseok would be far more violent on instinct if you woke.

Resting a hand on your back to keep your overthrown body in place on his horse, he was met with Hoseok on his mare. Then, that night just as Taehyung instructed, the two men descended the mountain- leaving the shrine behind and taking a demon with them.

Hoseok wasn’t entirely sure how Taheyung did it, but he somehow managed to keep you unconscious the entire journey back to their Lord. Anytime you even began to twitch, Taehyung would simply press the length of his hand on the back of your neck, squeezing. You’d always instinctively flinch away, but afterward fall limp once again. Even when the two stopped to rest the horses, or rest themselves, you remained just a still body.

When they both re-entered the village, Taehyung draped a cloth over your back. Hiding your body and shabby appearance that was hardly covered decently. With that, he would pass you off as simply an injured woman he found on the way inside the village to spare any inquisitive villagers the fright of knowledge about the demon breaching their village perimeter.

Taehyung was popular among most any village he entered. Liked nearly instantly, he charmed anyone in his path. Elders, children, men and especially single, unmarried women. Hoseok was sought after as well for his professional attitude and dedication to his specific trade, but the samurai was in an entirely different league when it came right down to it. It was practically at every turn someone was calling up to him on the back of his stallion. One hand on the reigns, the other flat on your back to keep the cloth over your back in place- preventing any chance of it slipping from the trotting of his steed.

Accompanying Taehyung back to the manor took twice the amount of time it would if Hoseok just came alone. Only leading to Taehyung making an unnecessary jab at Hoseok to be more social. A tease he could- and did- ignore.

Once more stepping through the hidden wall entrance, your body jolted passing through. Taehyung pressed his hand firmer on your back. The barrier around the manor was to keep anything evil or demonic out, so a demon passing through would be just as negative as one would think- even with a talisman of passage with them.

You began to stir, the spiritual barrier igniting small sparks of sheer rejection around your covered and restricted body. Stopping at the front, Taehyung climbed down, leaving you weakly wiggling on horseback. Consciousness finally coming back to you. Hoseok followed Taehyung in dismounting his mare as Taehyung was soon grabbing under your shoulders and pulling you off his horse.

Two servants stood, waiting to take both horses back to the stable to care for them and give them their needed rest- but remained back. Refusing to get close to the demon they knew Taehyung just slung over his shoulder like a sack. The demon who just happened to be you and to gain full consciousness.

You began mumbling and presumably cursing beneath your bamboo gag. Kicking your legs up like a fish due to your tied ankles and persistently pushing or hitting his back or shoulder with restrained wrists. You wiggled and grew louder in sound before Taehyung had enough and dropped you purposely. You rolled off his shoulder, hitting stone back first on the ground, knocking the wind from you.

Next thing you knew, there was a knee pushing painfully into your breast and a knife at your neck. Taehyung glaring down at you.

“Consider yourself lucky you are not dead,” he started, tone direct and cold. “We have business with you, human-saving demon. Don’t make me kill you,” he threatened.

You breathed out your nose, muffled noises much quieter than your refusals passing under bamboo earlier. Scowling at the samurai above you, his knife was lifted, sheathed and he stood, removing his knee from your breast.

“Hoseok,” Taehyung called. He yanked you up by your bicep as you were moved to stand on your own two feet- still barefoot and bound, however. “Take the left,” he instructed. Hoseok, Taehyung and you entered the manor as you stumbled inside with one man on each of your arms. Forcing you towards whoever it was who demanded your capture.

Hoseok watched as you kept your head down, no doubt the spiritual energy around the manor making you weaker. Your skin was cold as he made a mental note to wash off the demon staining the skin of his hand later. Pulling you along, you hissed at him when he shoved you forward. Only to hiss at Taehyung who yanked you back out of Hoseok’s space.

The three of you stood in front of the same shoji door that the hunter and samurai know so well. Your constant hissing and stomping kept either man from announcing themselves, the lord inside inviting them in at your loudness.

When the door was opened by Taehyung, he released you as Hoseok shoved you inside. Stumbling with small, rapid-tied steps, it wasn’t long before Hoseok was kicking out your knees and forcing you down. Pushing his forearm over the span of your back, you glared over your shoulder. You feared this man far less than the samurai who followed- shutting the door at his back.

“Did you truly need to restrain her so heavily?” The voice of a face you hadn’t seen yet spoke in a light voice. Tearing your eyes from Hoseok, you quickly caught Fuuta in your sights. Your eyes widened as your glare faded. You didn’t know why or what it was- but the man’s calm demeanor and overall unfazed aura terrified you.

You couldn’t relate more to ensnared animals caught in traps until this very instant.

Hoseok felt your body lock up. He wasn’t shocked- be it human or otherwise- Fuuta had an undertone of such superiority anyone shakes at their core upon first meeting him.

“You both did well in bringing her back to the manor. I thank you for your efforts. You both are unharmed I hope?” He half-jokingly asks, knowing well and good the two were perfectly fine.

“A little skirmish is good for the body,” Taehyung replied. Hoseok bit back a comment of ‘speak for yourself’ as his shoulder was still sore from the demon attack he suffered in the snow not even over a day ago. He just sighed as Fuuta stood.

“Shiro and I shall take it from here. You both may retire and rest for the evening.”

“But, my Lord,” Hoseok started. Unsure if he should really release you and leave or not. Even bound, you could still try and start something.

“Do not worry, Hoseok. After some time, this demon will be no threat to any one of us.” Taehyung was soon doing as instructed. Leaving the room and calling Hoseok after him. Slowly and unsurely he released you. You remained on the tatami- unmoving. Even as the two men cut off sight of the room and you and their Lord by closing the door they stepped out of, you didn’t once move even a single muscle.

Fuuta, now alone with you began speaking.

“The man you managed to rescue from the web of a spider demon is here in my manor. although he does not know it, he may have been saved- he will not be spared. A poison runs through him and will kill him in a matter of days now.” You sat staring up at him. His kind face fallen to that of no emotion at all. Shaking you. “You may already know, but I- along with my loyal fighters- detest demons. Hating them from our very core. That is the sole reason I dedicated time to put my expansive movement of demon hunters together. You must realize how lucky you are that my men showed restraint. I told them if they couldn’t resist killing you- there would be no repercussions.”

You remained silent. Partially due to the bamboo between your lips. Your fangs bit and gnawed against your gag. Both out of anxiety to leave and the yearning to somehow remove it. You slowly twisted your wrists and ankles, so slowly to not alarm Fuuta of your movements. Wanting to just be freed again.

You jumped when the shoji door slid open again and glared- growled even- at the sight of the priestess Shiro in front of you. Shutting the door behind her, she had with her staff. Solid, strong wood with metal ends. The top was circular as small rings encircled the top of the staff’s head. Three on both left and right- six in total.

As you were focused on her, Fuuta moved somehow without detection to be directly behind you. He had taken the back of your head and shoved. Pushing you down, folding you in half at your waist as you instinctively thrashed and kicked. You were exceedingly tired of being pinned down as much as you have been the past twenty-four hours. Not to mention restrained constantly.

You gasped and screeched when the thin, already torn, yukata on your back was ripped open. You heard the fabric flutter to the tatami floor as the chilled air of the room wafted over your skin.

You picked up on the footsteps of the priestess as you continued your struggle. What were these people going to do? Vanquish you after the hassle of bringing you here? Kill you just like this- bound and gagged? Was that the way of human warriors? Stripping the enemy of even their boasting pride and mercilessly slaughtering demons?

You cursed beneath the bamboo but stilled and silenced when someone touched your back. Running her nails over your skin, Shiro quietly prayed. You hissed at the sensation. Her hand removed for only a second before you gasped when she slapped something onto your back. You could feel it stick to your flesh.

It felt like paper.

You began to squirm more, louder curses escaping in mumbles of rage. You knew Shiro just stuck a talisman onto your back. What was going to happen to you?! Were you truly going to killed right here?

You heard the priestess tap the metal bottom of her staff. “Reckless spirit of the demon,” she began to chant. “Turn of your wickedness. As of now, hear the sound of my staff.” She was tapping the end of her staff with each end of her sentences. “Feel the sting of my talisman. Offer us no further harm.” As she finished, adding another pound of her staff- the metal rings clinking against each other as the sound vibrated in your head. “Recognize your true power and revert back.”

You then began to scream. Shrieking out from under your bamboo pacify- you screamed. Screamed and kicked as tears stung your angry, narrow fox-like lime eyes.

The talisman began to burn into your skin. Sinking the ink into your very being like a virus- you could feel your very core shift. Threads of holy wrapping and strangling your soul like a doll. Paper burning away as the ink was transferred to your flesh fully as a talisman coded scar. A scar of spiritual restriction. You fell limp as Fuuta finally released you. Falling to your side, shoulder hitting the floor, back bare and burned as you sucked in uneven, labored breaths through your gag.

Shiro pounded her staff once more- her husband now at her side. Both then prayed over your body. Your body began to emit a cloud of smoke before you changed. Your human-like body was replaced with that of a small two-tailed fox. A pure white coat of fur with scarlet spirals on your forehead and the ends of your two tails. The talisman mark sat on your back even now.

The first demon to be blessed by a priestess and actually survive. As your small animal body twitched, the rope and bamboo that bound you to lay untied and vacant as your body in this form no longer had what it took to be bound like a human would. Your clothes lay under you as the two humans who reverted you back to this state stared down at you.

You will either die by humans or fight alongside them to kill demons- you no longer had the freedom to choose; that's what the voice in your head decreed. The mark placed on your back was no blessing- but a target someone will always be aiming at. Ready to strike you down even before you could even think about rebelling.

“Fox demon,” Fuuta started, “we shall see to it that you become a true Kitsune.”

-TBC-

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This is a Q&A that I answered on this blog when I was 24. I decided to revisit it 6 years later and update some of the answers, even though most of them remain the same (guess I’m consistent) Some truths about myself:

1: when you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk? -More milk than cereal 2: do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day? -Kind of (nowadays I would say no coz it also freezes my nose and ears lol) 3: what random objects do you use to bookmark your books? -Anything close to me; pencils, post-its, my phone, etc 4: how do you take your coffee/tea? -Sugar is essential 5: are you self-conscious of your smile? -Yes 6: do you keep plants? -No, they are boring (and I kill all of them) 7: do you name your plants? -Lol 8: what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings? -I'm very bad at expressing them, actually I normally keep my feelings to myself 9: do you like singing/humming to yourself? -Oh yes 10: do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach? -All of them 11: what's an inner joke you have with your friends? -There are so many! All very retarded, of course 12: what's your favorite planet? -Saturn (I changed to Venus, I guess) 13: what's something that made you smile today? -Vines of dogs (OMG vines! nowadays it’s more accurate to say tiktoks of cats) 14: if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like? -Like a nerd palace; full of games and food everywhere (I live with my best friend now, and our house is lowkey nerdy yes) 15: go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is! -The Earth’s rotation is gradually slowing. This deceleration is happening almost imperceptibly, at approximately 17 milliseconds per hundred years. (oh my!) (also, a full nasa space suit costs 12 million dollars.) 16: what's your favorite pasta dish? -Lasagne! (nice answer girl) 17: what color do you really want to dye your hair? -Purple or pink; my mum never let me dye my hair, so now I'm 24 and I've been craving for it (I managed to dye it pink 3 years ago!!!!) 18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up. -Once I made a birthday cake for my friend with four legs and a square on top; like a chair. It was hideous, and they never let me forget it 19: do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it? -Nope. Never had one because I'm afraid people would read it (I just started scrapbooking now) 20: what's your favorite eye color? -Gray, like Amy Lee's 21: talk about your favorite bag, the one that's been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces. -I have this tetris themed backpack for so many years and it's still brand new; I love it (still have it, still looks brand new) 22: are you a morning person? -Noooo 23: what's your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations? -Play games on the pc; omg I just love it 24: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets? -Yes, my group of friends from school are still the best creatures I've ever met (plus, today I would say also my husband) 25: what's the weirdest place you've ever broken into? -I don't think I've ever broken into a nice place :( 26: what are the shoes you've had for forever and wear with every single outfit? -a pair of oxford shoes with a gorgeous pattern of lines and curves, kind of victorian style; it's falling apart but I love it (still have it, but it’s back in Brazil and I dont wear it because I want to preserve that beauty) 27: what's your favorite bubblegum flavor? -Strawberry of tutti-frutti 28: sunrise or sunset? -Sunset; I'm never awake to see the sunrise lol 29: what's something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing? -I have this Charlotte friend here in Bournemouth that has the cutest laugh ever (she just had a lovely baby girl :)) 30: think of it: have you ever been truly scared? -Of course 31: what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks. -Socks are amazing. I love socks. I wanted to glue socks on my feet forever. I love weird socks with different themes and colours, and I rarely wear white ones. It's mandatory for me to sleep with socks, even in a hot night. I'm wearing socks right now (I couldn’t have answered this better) 32: tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends. -Nothing good happens after 3AM. If I'm awake at this time, I'm possibly drunk, so you can imagine (bitch nowadays I’m only awake at 3am if I’m at the hospital with SOMEONE WHO IS ABOUT TO DIE) 33: what's your fave pastry? -Birthday cake, especially strawberry 34: tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it? -I have this cute polar bear with a pink dress that is still in my room; it has a boyfriend too, a polar bear with a christmas outfit but his head is almost falling from the body HAHAHA (I hope my mum didn’t get rid of it at this point, idk) 35: do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often? -I used to have loads as a teenager, with different colours and such. Nowadays I don't really care about pens, and most of them are stolen 36: which band's sound would fit your mood right now? -Muse, forever and always (always! <3) 37: do you like keeping your room messy or clean? -Clean and messy. Clean above all 38: tell us about your pet peeves! -I'm obssessed about cleaning; the fizzy drink bottles must ALWAYS be closed with their lids, my hair must be perfect at all times and I can't stand being without a bra (I think at the time I really didn’t know what a pet peeve was; to answer this better, I would say when people chew with their mouth open) 39: what color do you wear the most? -Blue (only dark and sober tbh) 40: think of a piece of jewelry you own: what's it's story? does it have any meaning to you? -I have this gorgeous pearl ring that my grandma gave me, and her grandma gave it to her. It's the most precious material thing I own (also wedding rings now but I dont really wear them) 41: what's the last book you remember really, really loving? -The green mile by Stephen King (oof! more recently, song of achiles by madeline miller and alias grace by margaret atwood) 42: do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it! -not really 43: who was the last person you gazed at the stars with? -I don't normally gaze at the stars lol 44: when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything? -I feel it all the time 45: do you trust your instincts a lot? -Yes (not really, liar, you ignore them and than feel stupid. I’m trying to listen to it more!!!!) 46: tell us the worst pun you can think of. -How do you make the number one disappear? Add the letter G and it's "gone" (lady walks into the shop and orders 12 bees. guy gives her 13. she says: but thats too many bees! he says: one of them is a freebie) 47: what food do you think should be banned from the universe? -Olives and any spicy food aaaaaargh 48: what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today? -Darkness; I slept with the lights on until I was 17. Today I'm not scared of it anymore 49: do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought? -Nope hehe last one I bought was in 2002 (spotify bitch, hello) 50: what's an odd thing you collect? -I don't collect anything 51: think of a person. what song do you associate with them? -My boyfriend Brendan; No Diggity by Chet Faker (Bren is my husband now!) 52: what are your favorite memes of the year so far? -I'm Brazilian, so I would say "o meme da senhora" (the memes about the Queen’s death this year were brilliant) 53: have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? heathers? beetlejuice? pulp fiction? what do you think of them? _I've only watched pulp fiction; I thought it was meh (still true, I also watched rocky horror and it’s very weird. the rest are yet to be seen) 54: who's the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face? -This picture of a pug on a calendar 55: what's the most dramatic thing you've ever done to prove a point? -LOL I was playing goat simulator with Brendan and I told him not to go to this certain place. He went and got fucked. I screamed for 5 minutes WHY DON'T YOU BELIEVE ME? DAAAM IT! (I dont remember doing this xD) 56: what are some things you find endearing in people? -When they react to animals; when they make funny voices and faces and when they share stories from their childhood 57: go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics? -It always makes me sing along in the most dramatic way possible 58: who's the wine mom and who's the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why? -Oh my god LOL I don't know how to answer this question 59: what's your favorite myth? -I love the Deathly Hallows heh (I love myths, give me more myths!) 60: do you like poetry? what are some of your faves? -Nah, poetry is lame 61: what's the stupidest gift you've ever given? the stupidest one you've ever received? -I gave a bunch of condoms to my friend that was turning 18; once I received clothes 62: do you drink juice in the morning? which kind? -Only at certain weekends when my mum makes me orange juice (nobody makes me juice nowadays) 63: are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be? -I have an ebook that is really precious and I take it everywhere. The physical ones are meticulously organized. I don't care about my music lol I can listen to anything on Youtube (spotify!!! youtube became annoying with all the ads) 64: what color is the sky where you are right now? -Light blue with a lot of clouds (gray, it could rain) 65: is there anyone you haven't seen in a long time who you'd love to hang out with? -MY DOOOGS (I’ve seen them last week <3) 66: what would your ideal flower crown look like? -I don't care about flowers lol but I like roses 67: how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel? -Makes me wanna read dark stories 68: what's winter like where you live? -In Brazil it's hot as summer (here in London it’s cold, nothing else to add.) 69: what are your favorite board games? -Monopoly and scrabble 70: have you ever used a ouija board? -Nope 71: what's your favorite kind of tea? -I prefer hot chocolate (or chai latte) 72: are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you'll forget it? -Not really (my memory is worse now tho) 73: what are some of your worst habits? -Touching my hair all the time (Bren would say my clapping) 74: describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns. -It is one of my best friends since we were eleven. It loves nature and travelling, looks like a free, delicate bird that smiles all the time and I feel we can spend years without talking to each other, but when we meet again, nothing changes really 75: tell us about your pets! -I'M SO GLAD THIS QUESTION ARRIVED I'M INSANELY IN LOVE WITH ANIMALS AND I LOVE MY TWO PUGS SO MUCH I CAN'T EVEN. Cacau is a black princess and Zik is fawn, they are so lovely and I miss them with all my heart (I still love them babies, but here in London I also have a cat now, she is a Calico named Zelda and she is so soft and cute!) 76: is there anything you should be doing right now but aren't? -My final Masters project (there is always something to clean) 77: pink or yellow lemonade? -Yellow (pink) 78: are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub? -I'm indifferent to them (hate club) 79: what's one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you? -My friend De Hong hid Aladdin on my pc and made a treasure hunt on my archives so I could find it (<3) 80: what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why? -They are white, but one wall has a beautiful pink wallpaper with flowers on it. My mum chose it to be honest but I love it (all my walls are cream now but I can’t change them coz the house ain’t mine) 81: describe one of your friend's eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of. -Brendan's eyes are green with a yellow circle in the middle; damn it I said it directly 82: are/were you good in school? -Yes 83: what's some of your favorite album art? Muse's "Absolution" 84: are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones? -I already have three and don't plan to make more (lol I made another. I have 4 now but I’m removing one of them with laser, so will be back to 3 and I don’t plan to make more) 85: do you read comics? what are your faves? -Not really 86: do you like concept albums? which ones? -Nah 87: what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives? -Finding nemo lol and Forrest Gump (idk about those anymore haha) 88: are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy? -The Romanticism at the 18th and 19th centuries 89: are you close to your parents? -Very 90: talk about your one of you favorite cities. -I love my hometown Brasilia. It's very quiet, with beautiful architecture and open spaces. It's not touristic at all and it doesn't have anything to do, but I love it 91: where do you plan on traveling this year? -Back to Brazil for a few weeks and hopefully Belgium (went to both this year lol, no more travels tho because of work, but I also went to Madeira) 92: are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch? -I DEMAND MORE CHEESE 93: what's the hairstyle you wear the most? -I leave it natural and free (a bun because of fucking work) 94: who was the last person you know to have a birthday? -Michael Worrall like two days ago (Charlotte I guess) 95: what are your plans for this weekend? -Work work work (work work work) 96: do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot? -Procrastination ftw 97: myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house? -What the fuck is a myer briggs type? I'm a capricorn and hufflepuff 98: when's the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it? -During Easter I did it in Ibiza with my coursemate Allison, it was amazing (i don’t remember it being that amazing...the town was dead. but last hiking I did was with Bren at the new forest, then we went to Bmouth to visit Prz, it was nice :)) 99: list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them. -When you were young by The killers and Good enough by Evanescence (like a stone by audioslave) 100: if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why? -I prefer to stay in the present. I wouldn't change anything in the past and I don't want to miss five years of my life

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