Over the next three weeks, Ghidorah had been the one to bring in food for both themselves and Rodan, going off to hunt under the cover of darkness and coming back to surprise the prehistoric reptile with breakfast in bed. For dinner, it was the Fire Demon who would go hunting since the False King didn't want anyone knowing that they were there. When they were done with the last meal of the day, the four would groom themselves. Ichi and Ni got each other while San and Rodan would groom one another. Once the sky was dark, they would then go to bed with one of the heads on guard. As time went on, the King of the Skies began to warm up to the Death Song of Three Storms. He already was in a relationship with San. With Ichi and Ni, he had been tredding on eggshells for the longest time and tried to put plenty of distance between them after the whole fiasco last month. But he was slowly, very slowly, trying to rebuild those frayed bonds. At least with Ichi. Ni was another story altogether.

It was one late afternoon after a successful hunt for both Ghidorah and Rodan. The bones of their dinner, caught by the prehistoric reptile, lay next to the remains of what had been their breakfast. Nearby, the four were grooming each other. Gently nibbling on the scales under his lover's chin, Rodan shuddered with excitement when San's forked tongue ran along his back and shoulders. He closed his eyes, savoring the feeling. However, the moment was ceased when he sensed that the left head was looking at something else. He could also feel the warm breath of Ichi and Ni against his dark red scales. Already shaking with terror, the Fire Demon opened his eyes.

Seeing just how loving his little brother and their host had been towards each other, Ichi was beginning to see just how happy San was around Rodan. The eldest would often watch when the pair played, ate, groomed and slept together. He had long ago regretted what he and Ni had done to the large prehistoric reptile. There were times where the Fire Demon would notice that he had been watching. His reaction was always the same. He'd first start shaking, then came the whimpers. He would then hide under the left wing, not wanting to be seen. Whenever that happened, San would flash his brothers a warning glance before checking on his lover, trying to comfort them. The One Born of Fire was terrified of Ni. Instead of whimpers, he would squeak and sometimes shriek. The right head didn't make it any better since he would give Rodan a menacing grin that showed all of the sharp fangs he had used to tear into his flesh and bone. The middle head often had to snap at the right whenever he did that, putting him back in line.

Tonight, Ichi wanted to try making amends for all the pain he and Ni had caused. He didn't want Rodan to be in constant fear of the two of them and ruin the moments he had with San. The middle head knew that a proper apology was needed cuz breakfast in bed could only go so far. It wasn't enough. Sometime earlier, he had been able to get Ni on the idea, though the hostile brother wasn't too happy about it. Having had waited until they had finished off one of the largest blue whales any of them had ever seen for dinner, the eldest believed now was the right time to act. Motioning to the right head that it was time, he turned towards the loving pair while Ni followed suit. Together, the pair bowed their heads just as San noticed what they were doing. A moment later, Rodan did too. Trembling, he hid under the left wing. His gaze fixed on the rocky floor, Ichi explained, "We don't want much from the two of you. We merely ask for your forgiveness after everything we've done to the both of you. Please accept our apology." Though he didn't like this, Ni kept his mouth shut as he stared at one rock.

Looking at his older siblings, San was speechless. He was equally impressed and nervous about the situation. He wasn't sure if he should trust them. However, there had been sincerity in Ichi's voice, meaning that he had meant every word. Smiling quietly, the youngest rested his chin on each of their foreheads as he mumbled, "I forgive you." A sigh of relief escaped from the middle head. At least that was one of them. But now it was up to the other. Peering out from his hiding place under his lover's wing, Rodan was visibly shaking. He was scared to death of his lover's older siblings. Trying not to cry at the thought of old memories, he glanced up at San. Returning the gaze, there was a message written in the dragon's eyes, saying that everything was going to be okay... hopefully. Gulping, the Fire Demon hesitantly crept forward. Standing in front of Ichi, he did what San had done, resting his beak on his forehead. "I forgive you too," he mumbled, trembling. He proceeded to do the same for Ni before stepping back.

Lifting his head, Ichi looked over at San. Seeing the question in his brother's eyes, the left head quietly nodded before going back to grooming Rodan. This time though, Ichi helped him out. Huffing, Ni reluctantly joined in. Startled at first, the Fire Demon relaxed as he felt gentle licks and nibbles all over his back, shoulders, neck, face, wings and chest. Golden scales obscured his vision as he returned the favor to whoever was the closest. His body temperature radiated off of him as it rised higher and higher, providing warmth for himself and the three headed dragon. When their grooming session was done, they all curled up in one big heap, the individual heads wrapped protectively around the large prehistoric reptile. Rodan fell asleep feeling safe, secure and appreciated.