The Home

“Pardon me for not understanding,” Seraph murmured, frowning, “But which cat am I again? Am I the pink one, or the blue one?”

He and Matthew sat in the living room, hunched over a board game. Seraph recognized it as the game that Victor seemed to be obsessed with, an overly colorful game revolving around plastic cats. Seraph failed to see the appeal, but Matthew seemed to also be enticed by it.

“You're the yellow one, Seraph,” Matthew said as if it was an obvious fact.

“Then who is the pink one?”

“Esper, of course,” Matthew replied with a smile, turning his head, “Right, Esper?”

“I'm trying to,” Esper said softly, sitting at the counter, an arm around Umbra.

“No, you claimed Seraph, so I get Esper for today!” Umbra barked, wrapping his arms tight around Esper.

“Y’know,” Aunora said through a bite of her sandwich, “I think it's good we got Victor out of the house. I know you like to think Victor is really dependant on you, but you're just as clingy with him. It's good for you two to have some time apart.”

Umbra let his head droop dangerously close to the counter. “I just hope he's okay. I'm ready for him to be home and this whole apprenticeship thing to be over with. I think this was a bad idea.”

Seraph squeezed one of the game pawns in his palm. It was the blue cat, the one Victor usually chose. “I agree with Father. I miss Victor. I am also worried for him.”

“I wouldn't sell Victor so short. He’s a pretty capable kid if you give him the chance. Didn’t he kick the crap out of some Celestial spirits?” Aunora retorted, waving her sandwich for emphasis.

“That’s a rather vulgar way of putting it, but yes, I do trust Victor on his own,” Esper said calmly, nodding his head, “But I also understand Mr. Umbra’s concerns. But Victor should be back in no time at all.”

“I could only wish,” Umbra muttered, kneeling down in front of Seraph, pulling him against his chest, “You're not going to leave me too, are you Seraph? I need to at least have one of my little boys in the house.”

Seraph fought for air as he struggled against Umbra’s sweater vest. “I will not, Father.”

Matthew stood up, rubbing his back as he trudged into the kitchen. “Now, I know we’re missing a member of the family, but let’s lighten up a little bit. How about some lunch? What are we feeling as a good meal? Chicken, maybe some pork chops?”

“Salad, maybe?” Esper piped in.

“Esper, that's a bad idea,” Aunora said immediately, “Let's do ribs. Can we have them raw?”

Matthew shook his head, smiling, “Aunora, we can't-” A frantic knock on the kitchen door interrupted him.

Before Matthew could open the door, it was thrown open violently, Morena hovering over the threshold. She was panting, sweat running down her face in waves, taking her make-up along with it.

“Morena!” Matthew gasped, taking her by the shoulders and supporting her, “What's wrong, are you okay? Where's Victor?”

She covered her mouth as a sob shook her torso, letting her head rest on Matthew’s chest. “I'm so sorry, Jürgen, it was my only option.”

Author's Note- uh oh :^)  who really is morena? how does she know matthew? whats going on with her? what was the letter about? what about that man she was married to? ;)

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