Type growls as low as he can but still the ashes in his hand are a dead giveaway that the necromancer is barely holding his thread of sanity.

Hazard is busy sniffing around the edges of the tantric circle and jumping over the patterns, not aware that he is the centre of the attention of Type's classmates.

"You touch him, I touch your soul. I must... warn you..." Type knows his words are sinister and the smile is not helping any bit. "It is rather uncomfortable..."

The bullies laugh rather condescendingly.

"Come on. It does not belong here..."

"He is my familiar. You respect him... if you know what is good for you."

Fuck it! How hard would be the punishment would be for losing his control in the classroom.

"Hazard, let us go..." Type calls the baby cat back.

Hazard mewls sadly. He wants to play with the bright colours but Daddy Type is calling.

"Come on." Type calls with a sad smile and Hazard jumps to Type's elbows, climbing up to his shoulders and yawns next to his neck.

Even the bullies got to admit the little thing is cute but Type does not deserve to be here.

With all his mighty knowledge and beautiful face and amazing body and intelligence and special recommendation from the emperor himself.

It does not help the Teacher Suppasit always recommend the other teachers to make Type the leader.

The idiot was a mere watcher when he was in the necromancer army.

Type peck Hazard's head before leaving the room with a sigh.

"You will find better friends. I will take you to 'No."

Hazard perks up when he hears the name and Type chuckles.

The two are two peas of the pod.

Type shakes his head when Techno jumps in with a baby bottle.

Hazard is quick to jump to 'No's lap and suckle on the baby bottle for drinking water.

"Ay! 'No, you are spoiling him. I told you. He is a familiar and he only looks cute." Hazard hisses at him for the remark. "How is he ever going to stop being afraid of a bowl?"

"He does not have to." 'No glares. "He is just a baby and I can always feed him like this. Isn't it right, my little chikoochikuuchi..."

Type rolls his eyes.

But he is glad his friends have accepted him. He does not want Hazard to be alone because Type is a freak.

"Did he shift again?" Champ brings Hazard small treats for the spoiled baby cat to nibble on.

"No... just as a crow and flies around. It is good he has better motor skills now. But he won't walk. He will just perch on my shoulder."

"Of course he does!" Techno wipes Hazard's mouth. "My baby darling is a... well, a baby... He cannot walk that long."

"I am done!" Type throws his hands up. "Hazaa, Coming? I am gonna go to library. You need to read as well."

Hazard as usual ignores him and rubs his face on Techno's cheeks.

"Hazaa... come on!"

Type will take that bum wiggle as a 'no'. It does not help that Techno preens whenever Hazard chooses him over Type.

He just rolls his eyes and leaves by himself. Some best friend and some familiar he has.

Type gets a headache from all the things he needs to literally teach Hazard. Of all the familiars in the universe, he is stuck with a spoiled baby brat!

Type throws open one of the books on training a familiar.

"Whip until their eyes turn bright red and..."

Type rubs his head hard.

Strong hands press down on his neck, massaging away the stress, he was not aware he had.

Type groans falling back to the chair and Tharn chuckles.

"Why did you not call me?

"I did not want you to break the fingers of my classmates."

"What did they do?" Tharn takes Type's pretty fingers and shakes them to relax his Kitten.

"They started making fun of Haza." Type smiles when Tharn's eyes turn void.

"Relax! He is fine. With 'No... getting spoiled. How am I going to control him? If anything, he controls me!"

Tharn shakes his head to clear his anger. He knows Hazard is not a helpless being but how can he not be protective when Hazard is Type's familiar.

They are connected with minds and thoughts... and Tharn will never admit he is jealous.

It will be ridiculous.

"You do not have to control him, Type. No matter what the book says. Trust me."

Type sighs. "Not you too Tharaaa... He is not a baby..."

"Yes he is!" Tharn counters. "He is... in many ways a baby... and he is a baby to you. But that is not why I am telling you this. Animals... even a demon like Hazard, do have emotions. Their love and bond are so special. They are not meant to be our slaves, Taiii..."

"But..."

"No... The books are wrong. My dad, my Big Bo everyone has their animals. I have Chopper. Do you think he is my slave? These books are bullshit!"

Tharn is getting worked up and Type knows he needs to change the subject.

"How the hell do you know what my books say?!" He knows very well, his fae...

Nope... not faen... nope... no Type! His... his...

Type's eyes soften when Tharn jumps to explanations, while collecting his books and carrying them.

"... have to make sure, Hazard is not hurt... huh? Some seemed painful and I had to check and..."

Type let Tharn's ramblings gently take away his stress and busy mind.

'No sends him a quick message saying that he is taking Haza for a walk in the park.

Type is thankful. He has been worried if Haza be able to grow properly. It does not matter how he is in the other dimension.

Here his Haza needs all the help in the world.

Especially with the studies. I mean he takes one look at Type drawing the chakras and the little shit hightails outta the room. One time he even shifted to a rodent and hid inside Type's shoebox.

If Type had not gone to hell and back not finding him, Hazard would have spent rest of his life that way just to avoid the studies.

"He will be fine, babe..." Tharn says with conviction.

Type nods. "He just won't sit and study."

Tharn laughs until Type smacks his head hard.

But yeah... he sounds like an over-worried parent.

And... then there are tingles all over his heart and body that he cannot put a finger on.

Like there is something so out of place but... maybe just his paranoia and stress but when Tharn starts tyring to get in his dorm room, he kicks him out. Three days in a row, Tharn coming straight to his dorm from class will get suspicious.

With lots of home visits pending poor Tharn goes to the palace like a kicked puppy.

Tharn walks right into his dad kissing mae like a woodpecker!

Gross!

But his mae is giggling and laughing as if tickled. "I am not hurt... St... Stop..."

"Hurt where?!" Tharn scowls and his dad jumps away.

Good!

His mae wipes his tears while his dad glares at him.

"Don't you have class? What are you doing here?" Mew grumbles.

"See... Mae... Dad always says, this is not my home. I am going."

"P'Mew!!! How could you say that to your baby?!"

"Wha...? I said no such thing... I..."

"Oy! Oy! This is my home, okay, Tharn? And mae's home is your home? Isn't that, right?" Gulf glares at his hubby and Mew huffs.

"And my home is also our children's home. You just want to pick up a fight with me."

There his wifey goes all cute and giggly.

Mew rolls his eyes when Tharn conveniently pushes him out with his bum... and hugs his mae.

Maybe he should send all his children somewhere for a war or something; he cannot even properly kiss his wife anymore!

Mew huffs once more and his wife yanks his hair.

"Ow!"

Tharn takes a long wistful breath as he lies on his mae's lap feeling his fingers gently stroking his hair.

When will he ever get this life? This life his parents has.

Type would behead him, not pluck out his hair, if he even went out of line.

His Kitten would may never even settle down with him, like his parents have. Tharn knows what all they have been through. He knows the sacrifices they have done for each other and for him and his siblings.

Hmmm...

Like... There is so much to being a husband and a wife than just kisses and cuddles.

So... so much...

And Tharn wants... needs them all...

"What is troubling you, my child?"

"Nothing." Tharn says and gets up with a scowl.

"Stay for some more time." Mama Kana begs but Tharn has his frustration brewing.

"No." Tharn says and leaves.

"I worry about him." Gulf says sadly to Mew. "He does not talk much. He does not tell me what is troubling him and..."

"... and he does when he cannot handle what is on his mind. Leave him be, Mama. Our son is strong. Like me."

Gulf sighs. "Yeah... that is what is troubling me."

Mew pouts.

"You would rather break than bend." Gulf says point-blank and Mew knows his wife does have a point.

As expected, Tharn goes in search of Mild and his mae is busy feeding the baby cows in the shed.

"One more animal he brings, I will spank his bum. I cannot run around as if my backbone does not crack every time I move!" Mild is scolding his Big Bo who has left a group of baby cows under the mothers' care.

"Your back does not crack." Tharn rolls his eyes but lifts the big basket of animal feed and tags behind his mae to the next stall. "Ewww it stinks!!!"

"All babies stink. You also did."

"Never!!!" Tharn says horrified.

Mild laughs at the disgusted face of his son.

"No one takes the prize as San though." Mild remembers fondly. "Always farting." He misses his children being infants.

Now they all are big and strong and...

"What made you run away with Papa?" Tharn drops down next to a rock, holding a wiggly baby cow in his lap, for his mae to brush its back and feed it stinky gooey stuff.

"Why the question?"

"Answer me, Mae!!!"

"Ask me nicely and maybe I would." Mae pins him down with a glare and Tharn adds a quick sorry and a 'please'.

"I got pregnant." Mild smiles.

"That is all?"

"Pretty much. I eloped because I got pregnant and my family kicked me out because of their weird sense of honour."

"If you did not get pregnant... would you have?" Tharn does not want Type to be pregnant to come with him. His Kitten is not so fond of babies and stuff.

But... they are kinda cute though. Look at this one, who want to eat his mae's tunic but not the grass. Tharn gently tugs the calf's mouth away from the cloth.

"Yes."

"Huh?" Tharn is confused.

"I still would have married your Papa because..."

"Because?" Tharn asks expectantly.

"I do not know."

"MAE!!!"

Mild laughs. "Boy! It is complicated. It is the connection. It is the warmth."

"You make no sense!" Tharn scowls.

"It does. One day you will know."

"I wanna know now!!!! Maeeeeeeeeee."

"He made me trust him." Mild says with a confused frown on his face. "I cannot explain it, baby. He... became my safe haven. He became my home... My... My..."

Mild waves his hands around and until he rested them both over his heart.

"It all suddenly made sense... Like I understood where my place was... Not place - place but... I expanded so much that it all reached a point into him... you know..."

"How did Papa manage that?!!"

Mild laughs. "I do not know!!! That is how it is."

"Not helpful."

"Well I am sorry that my love story made no sense to you!" Mild answers dryly. "Why the sudden interest though. Do you want to be a husband to someone today?"

Tharn gulps and looks down at his boots.

He does not know how his Big Bo can love these mud and stinky animals and...

"Son?"

"I... uh... may... like... someone..."

"Like in the sense... like - like?" Mild gently touches his son's shaking hand and gives a comfort squeeze.

"You cannot tell Mama Kana. He destroys everything for me."

"Tharn!!!" Mild pinches Tharn's hand hard.

"He does! He tells Dad! And I am left with an hour-long lecture and will go behind my back and scare away my Ty..."

"Scare who?"

"Mae... I like someone."

"Who?"

"Can't tell now!" Tharn shakes his head hard.

Mild smiles. Yesterday he was shaking his head like this, not wanting to drink immi.

Now he is talking about a faen.

"It is okay... You do not have to figure everything out now. You are young and if you want to be a husband to someone, my son will definitely be a husband. Look at you. No one can turn away from you."

"You are just saying it because you love me. Will you marry me, if I propose to you?"

Mild snorts. "One - You are my son, the question is weird. Two – My husband is a possessive man even before he became my husband, the question is a death sentence."

"Maeeeeee!!!" Tharn whines. "You know what I mean!!!"

"Yes I do! You are being stupid. That is what I know!"

Mild scowls when Tharn does not retort like he always does.

His son is many things... but insecure... Never!

Never before, it seems.

"Darling! You are an amazing young man! Handsome, smart, has a long lineage of a big family, an advanced scholar, a warrior prince, a royal, a... a... one of the richest persons in the whole planet, and you are barely an adult yet. You have all these and... someone dares to reject you?"

Mild says with conviction.

His son is the whole package.

Tharn's shoulder drops. All these are the precise reasons that is stopping Type from accepting him.

Type does not care for any of these reasons.

"My Papa did not have any of these." Tharn mumbles. "Would you have picked anyone with the above qualities if you did not get pregnant with him?"

Mild opens and closes his mouth.

"I do not think I have what Papa has." Tharn says sadly and Mild has to smile.

"Oh my little one..." Tharn drops his head to Mild's chest with a sniffle. "... you are everything your fathers are... You are fiercely loyal, a fighter, a man who walks with his heart on his sleeve for his mate, a resourceful young man, I have no words to describe... anyone would be lucky to have you. Like Mama Kana was lucky to have P'Mew. Like I was so damn lucky to catch your Papa's eyes... Sometimes I even wonder what he..."

Mild stops talking when Tharn looks up with a scowl.

"You must talk to Mama Kana and Daddy Mew. If you need to know what love does, you must listen to them..."

"No." Tharn says. "I... not them... you... you had nothing and yet...so much difference yet... I do not think I can be what he deserves..."

Mild hugs his child tight and takes a deep sigh.

"Maybe it is so soon, son." Mild whispers.

"But it seems so..."

"I know." Mild gives an understanding smile. "The heart wants everything at once. But... I think... what you need to do is... show this person who you are... Like... who you truly are... Show them that you are not leaving... that you love them more than just their body and..."

Mild gets lost in the past as his eyes flow of love and tears of old pain and insecurities.

Tharn knows what his mama is talking about.

"You think he would appreciate it?"

"If he does not he is missing the best husband he could ever have."

Tharn smiles and Mild smiles back.

"I do not know what came over me, mae... but... suddenly I felt so... I have a feeling I... might have found my wife."

"Don't you think it is so soon?" Mild is scared. He does not want his son to go after someone who...

"He is the one."

"Then, maybe bring him here once?"

"Not now but I will... do not tell Mama Kana." Tharn says adamantly.

"Son..."

"Please... He will ruin it!"

"He won't... he wants the best for you. It is just that you are not as far sighted as your mother is. Your dad also has the same problem. You have no idea of the dangers Mama Kana has saved all of us from. One day you will know. But yes... since I trust you enough, I won't tell him until you are sure."

"Thank you... Thank you... Thank you..." Tharn kisses his mae with all his love and runs back to his room.

The heaviness in his heart is almost nil.

He will bring Type home one day. So, Mama Mi can meet. Mama Kana already knows Type is an amazing person.

Whenever Mama Kana has something to say about necromancers or the college or anything... he says good things about Type.

Mama Mi knows why Tharn goes so worried when it comes to Gulf but nobody understands Gulf like Mild does. Yes, Gulf is stubborn but the life has taught Gulf so many valuable lessons that he sometimes forget he does not need to teach his kids everything. Some pain, some lessons, no matter how much we do not want to, the kids need to learn the hard way.

Such is life.

Maybe Gulf not knowing that Tharn is in love is the best thing. After all he would go hunt this kid down and find out himself if he loves Tharn... and yes, making more commotion than necessary.

Sigh!

Type growls when Tharn cheekily places a ripe Hojogn fruit to his plate.

"You knock this off, Tharn!" Type hisses and pushes the fruit away with his fork.

"Stop being stubborn and eat." Tharn pushes it back to the plate with his pinkie. "I plucked it just for you."

"People are looking at us weird and stuff!"

"Hell with them. I even got Haza a little treat."

At the word of treat, little Haza pokes his little head out of 'No's hoodie and jumps to Tharn's lap with rapid meows.

It is a small stick of cream and Haza goes to heaven and back at the sweet treat.

"You are making him fat!" Type grumbles and Haza hisses at him back.

"Babies can never get fat. He is growing." Tharn as usual sides with the familiar... At this point Type is not considering enrolling Haza as a familiar.

The little shit will not even blink in the class and learns a thing.

There goes his appetite. He needs Haza to behave. At least pretend that Type is in control. His Seal of Approval gets expired in a few months and then he will need to find another familiar if Haza does not pass.

Stupid university and their rules!

"I got it. I can teach him." Tharn as usual reads his mind and Type sighs.

"Good luck! At least teach him how to read the runes!" Type pushes back his chair annoyed and leaves just taking the Hojogn fruit with him.

The university is highly discriminative. Half the students have already lost their familiars because they are not cute and cuddly. Idiot Wizard Profs takes one look at a Gezon Dragon and decided "Untrustworthy and dangerous."

Gezon Dragons are one of the most amicable species they can ever find. Yes, the looks are misleading. They are bloody vegetarians and have to be trained for years to be killers. Most of the necromancers used them as rides... well eons back when they were a thriving species.

He is glad that Hazard is cute and fuzzy. He is as small as his palm but... Type knows that is all an illusion.

Hazard is from the demon realm. He has gotten the mage prints from his Homa and dimension does not extend further.

But his stubborn familiar will not read the rune writings, so Type can at least start dropping him back at the entrance of his own dimension.

Nope!

Why nothing comes easy to him?

"Stop meowing. Even Haza is annoyed and he is a kitten." Tharn kisses his cheek lovingly.

"He is not a kitten. He is a shapeshifter and an interdimensional being. He just needs to..."

Hazard blinks innocently at Type with his large eyes with equally large black pupils.

"... trust me." Type narrows his eyes suspiciously and Hazard yawns right to his face.

Type is not having it.

"Haza... are you in trouble at your home?" Type asks drily and though Hazard pretends to ignore the question and kneads on Tharn's stomach for a rub... Type has notices the sudden voidness in Haza's eyes and the small surprised jerk.

Type cannot control his anger and frustration.

He picks Hazard by his neck, not so gently... dangling the poor baby in front of his face.

"You listen well, Familiar! You either start behaving yourself or you are going to get it from me. I am capable of extracting your mage and summon you. I do not do it but do not make me. You either do it your way or I am gonna rip it out of you. You hear?!!!"

Tharn quickly gets over his surprise and snatches Hazard back.

"What the hell is wrong with you TYPE?!!! Scaring him?!" Tharn hides hissing Hazard in his chest and consoles the kitten. "Ohh... It is okay, it is okay... I got you."

But Hazard is not having it and shifts to a screeching eagle and soars to the sky in anguish.

Type stomps away and Tharn quickly follows.

"Was that necessary?!!!" Tharn gently yanks Type's hands.

"YOU STOP CODDLING HIM! HE IS A DEMON!!!" Type grinds his teeth to save himself from falling apart. "He is not an innocent kitten. He is capable of destroying you, me and some more!!! He needs to get his act together and start behaving or... or... or..."

"Or what, Babe?" Tharn asks gently. "Do not let those assholes get into your head."

'It is not that!!!" Type quickly jumps to defensing himself.

"You are capable of destroying me... this university and some more. You are the most powerful being I have come across after my family. Yet, here we are... I do not care what Hazard is capable of... Neither should you."

"You do not understand." Type sniffs.

"No... maybe not... But you summoned him. On your own. In your dormitory room. If he is that powerful, you are more powerful. You made a connection with whatever Hazard truly is. You are capable of more than whatever he can do."

Type do not know what to say.

"And if you are this amazingly perfect with all that... Hazard is too... He is yours." Tharn gently pulls Type to him and hugs him tight.

"He does not study. He does not perform... I will lose him if he keeps this up."

"You won't lose him that way... but you will lose him if you start scaring him and behaving so recklessly. You do not shout at your Trusted Animal... never. That is what my dad says."

"Why not?"

"Because they cannot communicate back to us that way... with words and when we are shouting, we cannot register the ways they are trying so hard to let us know their real problems."

Type closes his eyes regretfully and takes a deep sniff of Tharn's scent.

He should stop seeking comfort in this.

But as usual...

"Where did he go?" Type asks knowing that Tharn has no means of knowing.

"I can go look for him..."

"No... he needs space." Type, of course knows his Hazard.

So, when at night Type staring at the glaring moon, and cherishing Tharn's rise and fall of chest behind his back...

Type worries if Hazard is okay.

'Come home.' Type projects Hazard's aura.

Despite the red and purple hues that clashes in obvious anger and anguish, in a few moments Type feels Hazard's presence in the hall. Type gently takes Tharn's hand from his waist and leave the warm bed.

The black silky Viruat snake slowly slithers in through the crack of Type's window without any sound.

Type sighs and kneels down when the snake curls himself to a pedestal.

"You hungry?" Type asks softly but Haza is still sulking. "Come on... shift. I have milk."

Even after few moments when Haza does not respond, Type gently rubs the snake's hood affectionately... "I am sorry I shouted."

Still no response.

"The moon is bright today. Do you want to see?" Type extends his hand and the venomous snake, after a few minutes of pause, slithers up his hand, curling around his neck.

Tharn is right.

It does not matter what Hazard is capable of.

Hazard is Hazard.

His familiar.

Type and Hazard watches the moon so bright up at the sky and looks together to the side, when soft footfalls reach them.

"Come on, fur ball... Forgive him. Kitten has a temper that puts volcanos to shame." Yup to Hazard.

Type rolls his eyes when Hazard slithers happily to Tharn's hand and with a small scratch to the top of the head, Hazard shifts to the black kitten they all adore.

See...

Type is not going to show his jealousy.

"I will get you the milk. Patch up." Tharn hands over the now purring kitten to his Kitten and leaves with a satisfied chuckle.

Who is this man?

Type wonders.

A few days ago, this man was his nemesis. His plague. His nightmare.

Now...

He is his solace. His confidant. His trusty teammate. His lover... and slowly slowly becoming so much more!

Type is not sure he can handle it.

The future they hold is so grey and foggy that a misstep will take them down to hell in a blink.

He has... so much to lose.

Yet...

"I do not care what you are Haza..." Type starts gently.

Unlike Tharn, Hazard is his responsibility. He... has to start working on his communication skills.

"I do not know what you are going through or... what you have done. You do not have to go back. As long as there is necromancy is in me... you are my familiar. You stay with me. Your shape, form, power nothing will faze me. You know it too..."

Haza is still looking at the moon, unnervingly.

"But I am student. I am bound by spells and words to the Uni. If you do not start performing, I will have to hide you and will fail the subject. Problem is I can never have you around in public if they do. They will have you as a feral and I will be a rogue by default if I do not send you back."

A bond between the familiar and the necromancer is so specific and unique.

Losing it is like losing a limp.

Hazard does not say anything.

"If you want me to come with you to your dimension, I will. I may lose but... you do not have to face it alone... whatever that is."

This time when Haza looks at him, they have an understanding.

They will figure something out. Haza is still sceptical but at least they are now in same page.

When Tharn comes with a baby bottle full of milk... this time Type does not scold him for pampering Haza.

The moon shines bright on Tharn and Type feels all the emotions he should not be feeling for the Wizard Prince.

The said man, smiles big at him... slightly slanted, beautiful beautiful smile that is brighter than the moon itself.

Tharn looks at his Type and his smile gets wider.

"What babe?"

Type shakes his head.

Instead he also joins them... his head slowly resting on Tharn's shoulder and he watches the moon ever so shining brightly.