A/N: Sorry for the long delay and thank you for your patience!^^ Let yourselves be rewarded!

The scent of fresh green grass and flowers tingled her senses, when she opened her eyes.

She found herself in a bright, cheerful forest. A whole palate of green and yellow colors painted the scenery around her.

Taking in a deep breath of the refreshing air, she walked on a path rimed with bushes and trees.

The sun was shining warmly bathing the surrounding nature with its a tender shine.

A drop of drew caught her eyes and she looked at the light reflecting in it. She felt safe now.

A bird chirped from its seat within the full blown green tree crown. Leaves danced in the rhythm of a small, cool breeze, procuring a rustling sound.

The wind swept a strain of her hair into her face. Smiling at the cooling caress of nature's breath, she raised a hand to sweep the strain away and continued her stroll through the woods.

Finally she was at peace. She wanted to linger a while longer in this pure and sweet nature.

Maybe she could stay for a little bit until she returned home.

She was desperate to see her friends again. She wanted to talk to her family. And she wanted to see him. A smile broke on her face.

But there was no harm in resting for a bit longer though, right? She could stay and savor this peace she found herself in, couldn't she? Just resting, not worrying about anything, sounded like the best idea right now.

Following the sprinkling sound of a stream, she enjoyed herself, drinking in the beauty of her surroundings.

Her fingers grazed the soft, dark green leaves of a bush, she was passing. It felt strangely realistic and for a moment she wondered, if this was a dream or something else. How did she get here anyway?

A squeal distracted her from these thoughts. Turning her head to the side, she caught sight of a squirrel running to a tree and disappearing between the branches. A small hum left her and she continued her stroll through the beautiful nature.

Soon she came to a crossing. One road lead further ahead. The other split off to the left.

Something within her told her to turn left and so she did follow her instinct.

The sprinkling of the water grew louder, as she left the wood to a wide clearing.

In her view came a large meadow sprinkled with small flowers and rimed with the trees surrounding the clearing and a small spluttering lake. In the middle of the meadow sat a big white tiger licking its huge paw.

A full smile blew on her face, when she recognized her former comrade.

Byakko turned his head towards her and sat up gracefully. Mustering her from head to toe, he stayed silent.

She approached him with a few more steps. "Byakko, where have you been?"

"Daughter of Amawaka, I am glad we meet again." The droning voice filled her head while the holy shikigami in form of a tiger didn't move his snout.

She felt like crying and she couldn't stop the tears from forming in the corners of her eyes. She had thought Byakko had left her and would never return. Now, as he was sitting in front of her, relief washed over her. "Where have you been?"

A frown or something close to it, painted the face of the white tiger. "My presence did not waver. The yin aura which seeped into you, shoved me away. You allowed yourself to be consumed by dark thoughts. Thus, my voice reached you no more."

Her relief over Byakko's return stumbled over the truth, of what had occurred. "But how was it possible? How did I end up like this?"

"A small path lead the yin aura through your system. The time you fought to save your comrades until you drained all your spell power, tore a hole in you. A hole which gave excess to the yin aura taking over your being. By the time awareness came to me, I could provide you with no help for every attempt to get in contact with you was in vain."

Biting her lip, she listened to the explanation in silence. She feared the consequences of that explanation. This place, the meeting of Byakko... Was she still impure or could it even be possible her body no longer existed? Was she dead? Scared of the answer, she mumbled the first question coming to her mind, "Is- Is it okay now? Am I normal again?"

"You have a long path to travel, daughter of Amawaka. But you've reached a crossing from which you'll shape your destiny."

She swallowed down the anxiety and raised her head. She wasn't dull enough to not believe in second chances. Taking it, she would make sure, it would count as the last chance for good.

Unblinking Byakko stared at her and rose to his legs. "Are you still willing protect those you love?"

"I am," Confident and without any doubt, she reached out for the holy shikigami which came to her rescue yet again.

"Then my power shall be yours again."

A blinding light enveloped her and she felt his power connecting to her again.

Otomi Mayura was reborn.

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Opening her eyes, Mayura felt tired but warm. Instead of the scent of flowers and grass, she was welcomed with the smell of antiseptics. Not really a nice smell but at least she knew, she was awake again. And definitely alive!

The sun shone into the room through a window. Turning her head, her gaze fell upon the talisman case lying on the white sheets of the bed, she currently lay on. It was Byakko's talisman that was placed next to her.

With a smile she brushed her hand over the case. "Thank you, Byakko."

Taking a deep breath, she stretched her limbs. She hadn't felt like this for a long time. This peaceful and carefree.

Letting her eyes travel through the room, she spotted a vase with sunflowers, standing on the night table next to her phone. Obviously she was in the hospital.

She didn't remember much about what happened. One moment she had been grabbed by black claws and was pulled into a darkness that crushed the very source of her being more and more. Darkness held her in its cold clutch and she had lost herself, when all of a sudden there was a light. A warm and beautiful light.

She had known the warmth. She had felt it before. It had been like the warmth of his gaze.

She had felt the pull of it, cradling her and wrapping her in its beauty. She had recognized his yang aura calling out for the little bit of her's. She let it sink into her as she yearned for its calming heat.

As she remembered now, how he saved her, a blush grew on her face. Her heart beat sped up at the memory of his yang power mingling with her yin aura and embracing her whole body. She remembered the warmth that spread though her, as their auras united within her.

What had happened between them was oddly intimate and she couldn't stop her cheeks from burning up. Rising her hands to her face, she tried to cool them down. But her hands were hot, too.

She needed some sort of distraction. Taking her phone in her head, she came to face her reflection on the black screen.

She was the same person again.

She wasn't impure anymore.

Mustering the mirror image of herself, she turned her head from one side to another. Something was off though.

She didn't feel the same. And she couldn't stop looking at her own self in a different light now after what had happened.

She felt like she had grown.

Overcoming the darkness with Shimon's help, defying her inevitable fate, grabbing onto her powers again, accepting her life as an exorcist. All of this happened the moment she turned her back onto the darkness.

And then there was the slight change in her spell power.

It was only a little bit different, feeling warm and cool at the same time, a small new vibe within her. Almost as if...

Almost as if he left a part of himself within her.

The heat in her face exploded again and she almost dropped the device between her shaking hands. This kind of thinking wouldn't bring her anywhere. After all she still had to talk to him about what happened between them. Before and after their last battle.

She just hoped, he wouldn't resume to ignore her again. But after he saved her, she didn't believe he would.

Lifting a hand, she held it to her chest while she pressed with the other the button to activate her screen. It was flooded with notifications. Missed calls and text messages, most of them from her mother filled the screen.

Okasan must be comatose with fear. She wanted to call her right away. But an erratic knock at the door interrupted her.

Putting her phone on the bedside table, she called "Come in." and sat up.

A smile pulled at the corners of her lips, when Rokuro and Adashino-san entered the room. Relief washed over her seeing her friends unharmed. Knowing, they had managed to come back from Magano safely, made her heart swell in relief.

"Mayura, you're awake! How are you?" Rokuro looked at her worried. With a melancholic feeling she noticed now, what she'd realized before. Her feelings had changed. The crush she had felt since forever, decreased, almost dissolved into nothing. Instead of the heat of embarrassment she felt a deep form of appreciation and love softly embracing her heart, when she looked at her oldest friend.

But she knew it was not the time to dwell on this. She was glad, everyone seemed to be healthy. And so she smiled. "Fine. It's good to see you both well."

"We could say the same." The worry on Rokuro's face was replaced by a crooked smile. "It's great, Shimon could save you. But then we had to drag you both out of Magano."

A pang in her heart made her smile falter. "Shimon? Is he alright?"

Rokuro raised his hands in a defending pose. "Oi, sorry for worrying you." Dropping his hands again he sat down on the edge of the hospital bed. "Yeah, he is. He was released earlier today. Don't know where he run off to though."

She sighed and with that one breath all of her anxieties left her. "I'm glad." She truly was. She couldn't have lived with the thought of him being hurt or anything worse, only because he had saved her. Knowing that everyone was well, was an utter relief.

"Kinako told me to send you his greetings." Adashino-san slowly told her.

A soft chuckle left her, thinking about the small shikigami that looked like a mix of a fox and a cat. "Send him my thanks."

After a small pause, in which Rokuro and Adashino-san smiled at her, she remembered, that she never learned what happened to their trial. "How about Kaguya? Were you able to defeat her?"

Both looked down. "We didn't. Kaguya escaped shortly after you-"

"I am sorry," she interrupted Rokuro, not willing to deal with the spoken truth about what happened to her, yet. Thinking about it was different than hearing it said out loud.

"But we will defeat her next time if it's needed." Adashino-san added, talking monotonously and slowly as ever.

Again the sound of a knock against the door radiated through the room. This time the knock was quieter and rhythmical. Immediately she thought about him. "Co-ome in."

Just like she thought, it was Shimon who came into the room, hands in the pockets of his dirty kariginu (1), he had likely put on again after his release from his own examination.

Her heart fluttered, when she saw his azure blue eyes resting on her's. Her breath stuck in her lungs and a buzz ran through her ears. Heat exploded in her face.

Everything was the same again.

Yet, everything had changed for her.

For a while they stared at each other, as she tried to get a hold on the reactions of her body. She saw his gaze wavering a little. She should say something.

Her mouth had run dry and she swallowed fighting herself to get a grip.

Rokuro beat her to it. "Shimon, good to see you're alright."

His gaze left her, slowly skipping to Rokuro. "And it's good to be alright. Thank you for carrying me out of Magano. I heard earlier from Kankuro-san, what happened after I lost consciousness."

"No problem. I guess we're even now." Rokuro grinned.

Shimon slowly raised a shoulder. "Guess so."

"By the way, what was the spell you used on Mayura?"

A small blush formed on Shimon's face, while Mayura felt the heat rising to her face again. So he thought it had been oddly intimate, too.

Not saying a word, he looked away. His eyes settled on the ground.

Yet again she remembered the feeling of his yang aura bathing her. Clutching a fist into the blankets covering her, she looked away from him. She couldn't bear his embarrassment, mirroring her own.

Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw Adashino-san pushing her elbow into Rokuro's rips. Embarrassed Mayura thought, she must be too obvious. How would she get out of this?

"Oi, what's going on?" Rokuro's voice called for her attention. Raising her head, she saw his face overwritten with confusion and an hint of suspicion.

Adashino-san sent him a dark look and slowly drawled. "We better leave you now to rest, Otomi-san."

A small smile formed on Rokuro's face. "Oh, I see. Get well soon, Mayura." He walked to the door.

Adashino-san bowed her head slightly. "We are really glad to see you well again, Otomi-san."

She followed Rokuro, who waved at Shimon. "See you later, Shimon."

The clicking sound of the door falling into his hinges thundered through the room as if it rang through an amplifier.

The awkward atmosphere thickened.

Mayura wondered, what she could say to lift the mood.

Carefully she blinked an eye at him. He still stared to the ground. She felt disappointment piercing her chest. Was he again ignoring her? No, probably not. He had looked at her before. Was he too ashamed for what he had done?

Tears rose to her eyes. She didn't understand their reason.

Suddenly he started talking again. "Maybe I should leave you to rest, too." His voice wavered at the end of the sentence and he quickly turned to leave.

Without thinking she asked, "Can you stay a while longer?"

He stopped walking and slowly turned towards her again.

They looked at each other.

She didn't want him to leave so soon again.

Not after everything that had happened.

Not after finally talking to him again.

Not after realizing, she had feelings for him.

Deep feelings. Unsettling feelings. Odd and nice feelings. Warm and comforting feelings. Welcoming and cosy feelings.

With a quiet and insecure voice she tried again. "Please?"

The silence felt like an imperturbable wall.

Taking his hands out of his pockets, he fully faced her. She saw his hands formed fists, before she raised her eyes to meet his. "I'm sorry, I promised you, I would save you from being turned."

He sounded so sad.

This was her first thought, when he uttered these words to her.

He shouldn't sound so sad. If it haven't been for him...

"But you did save me," she said leaning forward, crossing a arm over her chest.

He looked away again with a sad expression. "I almost didn't."

"Thank you, Shimon." She waited for his eyes fall upon her's again in a reluctant movement before she continued. With all the sincerity she could muster, she told him, "I am truly thankful for you saving me."

His eyes widened in wonder. For a second he stared at her before his eyes relaxed growing softly. A small smile grazed his lips.

The corner's of her lips rose on their own in response. Relief washed over her whole being, as she watched him being at ease.

They hadn't talked to each other for so long. She had missed him. Had missed looking into his eyes. Had missed talking to him. Had missed him as a friend and confidant.

She wondered, if he would like to spend a little bit time with her. Slightly nervous she asked, "Do you mind staying for a bit longer?"

His usually icy blue eyes got a gentle glint, when he slowly answered like a murmur. "I'd like to."

He sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at her.

It felt a bit awkward as nobody of them spoke for a few seconds.

"So-"

"How are-"

They both started talking at the same time.

She chuckled at this and he smiled again softly before he let her have the first word.

Then they talked the whole day.

They talked for hours and hours.

He told her about his childhood with two siblings, granting her with a view on his caring side, that she had already known was there. Although he was obstinate about the fact that he wasn't blood-related to Sayo and Keiji-san, he made it quite obvious that they were nothing else but siblings.

She told him about her childhood and how her father had left her and her mother after the Hinatsuuki tragedy for his new mission.

He told her about his training under her father – a side she barely had the chance to see herself.

She told him, about home. About the moments she saw her father being happy as he looked at her mother. The way she could tell, not because her father smiled but because of the way his eyes had shined.

Neither Shimon nor she did rise the subject of what had happened. They didn't talk about him saving her with his yang aura reacting to her yin aura. They avoided this subject as well as giving a voice to their barely prevented kiss.

She knew that both of them did it on purpose. But she couldn't care less. Having him next to her again, was all that mattered for now. She wanted to cherish his presence and the comfort it brought a while longer.

At some point Shimon had scooted closer to her. A while later, after they shared her supper, she had made room for him to stretch out on the mattress next to her.

Something felt different between them. And she knew, it wasn't because of the spell that had united their powers within her. She was not delusional. She knew, finally opening up to him, to her feelings for him, was the reason she felt more warm and secure in his presence, than she already had before.

He told her stories about being raised on the island. Funny stories and sad stories.

She told him about her mostly carefree life on the mainlands. How it was to attend a normal school, how her father had protected her from becoming an exorcist and how she had wanted to become an exorcist after her father had lost his arm. She told him about her anxieties coming to the island and being faced so many new responsibilities.

They talked about this in that. Music, interests and hobbies. She was surprised at first when he told her, that he liked to cultivate bonsai. But after thinking about it a while she could clearly understand, why he had such a calming hobby. She could picture him tending to his plants in full concentration, clipping tiny branches and watering the small trees with a messed amount of water.

Hours and hours swept by in a rush.

She didn't want to miss a thing and sucked in every word he said. His voice was a dark velvet sound caressing her heart in gentle strokes. But she couldn't beat the tiredness that was clouding her mind. And while she listened to his baritone, silky voice, she let its tone lull her into sleep.

When she slowly regained consciousness, the moon light fell through the window onto her, painting everything around her in a mystical blue. She felt warm and happy. Then her memories of what happened, before she fell into sleep came to her. Turning around she looked for him. But Shimon seemed to have her left sleeping. But that was fine. She would have a lot of opportunities to see him again. For tomorrow a new chapter of her life started. A chapter in which she would improve. First things she needed to do was to call her Okasan in the morning and maybe she would use the opportunity to finally settle things with her Otosan.

She noticed then the blanket covering her body. A smile of appreciation bloomed on her face and her heart melted in warmth. He was always so considerate and careful. When she started to shift, she felt something constricting her movements. Lifting the blanket, she saw herself sitting on a scarf. His scarf.

With a chuckle she imagined, how he freed himself of it, after she had accidentally fallen asleep on it, making sure not to wake her. He was very considerate, indeed.

Laying down again on her side, she faced the long scarlet scarf, he always wore. She let her fingers run over the soft cloth. Her heart felt like trembling.

Pulling it towards her, she smelled his scent, embracing her with warmth. Her heart jumped a beat and she let herself savor these new found emotions.

She would tell him one day.

One day she would tell him about her feelings for him. A day when they were equal. When she wouldn't have to rely on him in battle anymore. When he wouldn't have to jump in to save her. When she felt that they were on the same level.

On that day she would tell him the truth she had finally admitted to herself.

She had fallen in love with Ikaruga Shimon.

With thoughts of him on her mind, sleep welcomed her again with its arms full of beautiful dreams.

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Mayura.

At first she had irritated him. Back then when he first met her and she had looked so reluctant and unsure.

Then this irritation had turned to interest. After a while he began to care for her and before he knew, what was happening, this care turned into something else, pulling him down into a sea of unfamiliar emotions.

He had believed, he would drown, if he didn't escape, if he didn't reach the surface fast enough. But he knew now that he shouldn't swim against the current that was carrying him deeper and deeper into this unknown. Since the moment he had accepted those feelings, he didn't feel like every breath left his lungs, . He felt more relaxed and self-satisfied than he'd ever been.

Nothing had prepared him for this.

Nothing could have ever prepared him for falling in love.

But he knew, he couldn't take it back and he didn't want to. Being with her, talking to her for hours had been one of the best things, he had ever experienced. For a moment he felt absolutely carefree like she chased away the demons holding him down, constricting him to his mission and his mission only. Usually, he would get this kind of freedom solely in the small room of his closest family. Now he had found a new person, he could spend his time with and feel like a bird freed from its cage.

A small breeze passed him while he walked home. He felt the chill against his uncovered neck. With a smile he remembered the reason, why he didn't have his scarf with him. A reason that warmed him up from inside.

She had looked just too cute.

When he had noticed that she fell asleep and wanted to leave quietly, he had noticed she had fallen asleep on his scarf. But he hadn't been able to bear the idea of disturbing her, because she had looked so peaceful. Instead he had freed himself from the scarf in a rather clumsy way to stop the ending trapped beneath her from moving.

Placing the blanket on her with a lot of caution, he had watched her for a few seconds before leaving her to get her well deserved and needed rest.

One thing he knew for sure now: He wanted to be with Mayura.

To accomplish that he would wait for her. Wait for the day, she would stop loving Rokuro. And even if that day would never come, he would be there for her. Always.

Never did he want to lose sight of her again like he did when she had been gone. When all of the parts that made her Mayura, had been stripped away from her in front of his very eyes.

For the whole walk home thoughts of her were on his mind. He remembered in detail the stories, she told him. He pictured her gentle smile with a red hue over cheeks, as she thanked him for saving him and he recalled the full blown laughter, when he had told her how Keiji gave him unwanted dating tips.

When he finally arrived home, it was already past midnight. He was still feeling unusually hyped from his visit in the hospital. Having spend hours talking with her had left him with a sweet clench in his heart and a warm, fuzzy feeling in his stomach. A feeling he didn't want to let go too soon.

Sneaking into the dark mansion of the Ikaruga estate, Shimon crossed the main room and was surprised to spot light glowing outside from the room. Quietly he crossed the hallway and when he stood in the entrance, he noticed Keiji with a sleeping Chiiko draped over him.

When Keiji noticed Shimon, he smiled softly at him with tired eyes, "Finally there you are." He said with a low voice. Carefully sitting up with Chiiko in his arms. "She wanted to wait for your return."

"Thank you for keeping an eye on her." Quietly Shimon walked over to them, so not to disturb Chiiko's sleep.

Keiji's smile brightened after mustering him. "I am truly happy for you, Shimon."

"Ah." So they had figured out, why he hadn't come home, after he was released and had just send someone to give them the news.

Actually he had just wanted to go to see Arima-san to confront him about what had happened after he was released. He wanted to have a word to him since he obviously had known this was going to happen to Mayura.

True, he had told Shimon the solution to this but it had been rather cryptic. What if Shimon hadn't been held down by Rokuro? He would have killed the impurity and thereby the chance to save Mayura. There had been so much at stake. The possible consequences had been to high and still Arima-san hadn't hesitated to set up a play only he knew the plot of. They were all lucky the consequences of this were pretty low. A longer stay for Mayura and Shimon at the hospital and the burned canals in his arms.

Shimon looked down, as he remembered the repercussion of the spell he used. Kankuro-san had told him, he wouldn't be able to use his enchanted powers for a while and maybe never as swiftly as before, after having transferred too much power into them. By channeling pure yang aura though the canals of his arms he had severely burned his power strings. After he had regained consciousness this morning his arms had burned in pain. Now they just felt numb.

The idea that he might not be able to fight again like he used to was unsettling to say the least. But that was okay. It was a price he would gladly pay again and again, if it was to save her life.

He hadn't told her about it, not to worry her. It was a small thing compared to the possible outcome. Maybe he would be able to fight again, before she was released. If Kankuro-san was right, it would take a while for her to restore her yin and yang balance, accumulating her own yang power again.

His face felt hot, as his mind drifted onto the topic of how his yang aura entered her. He was trying to take it casually. It had been necessary to save her. And it wasn't that uncommon to send someone your spell power, by bestowing it on a talisman. This time it had been just her body which was the vessel for their powers to unite. Nothing totally unusual. But still the idea felt odd.

"Thinking about Mayura, are we?"

He looked at the source of the voice interrupting his inner discussion. Keiji sat there with a huge smirk.

Shimon replied Keiji's smirk with a small smile. There was no point in denying his feelings anymore.

When he had passed her room earlier today and heard voices, he couldn't push down the urge to see her again. And so he had entered the room and found her sitting on the bed – a smiling, beautiful Mayura. As if nothing had happened. The feelings that had rushed over him had left him dumbfounded and they both had stared at each other. Thankfully, Rokuro had jumped in after a short time to save the situation from getting any more awkward.

And then he couldn't bring himself to leave this comfort between them, especially when she had asked him to stay.

He had missed this.

He had missed being with her.

Although what they shared now, felt different. Something had changed.

Not wanting to believe in anything that wasn't there, he evaluated it rationally. He figured, it was because of the bond they've shared through their spell powers reacting to each other. Maybe this feeling would go away soon. But he would cherish every second of it, until it left.

The future would reveal the truth about it soon enough.

Looking at Chiiko, he wondered about the future. He hoped and fiercely hold onto the idea of seeing it with her.

He gazed at his foster brother, whose eyes were heavy with sleep. "You can go to bed now, I will bring her to her room."

Taking Chiiko out of Keiji's arms he lifted her, carefully cradling her head against his shoulder. She was so small. He always was amazed by the strength of these little shoulders carrying such an heavy burden.

While he walked towards her room, she stirred in his arms. Looking at her, he saw that her eyes blinked open. "Ni ni sama?"

He hummed a soft confirmation. "Mhm."

Chiiko's gaze got clearer and she smiled fully at him, leaning her head more to the side. "I am glad."

"Hn?" He raised an eyebrow at her, thinking that her mind still clung to a dream, she must have had.

"I'm glad, you're happy." Her light voice was filled with a cheerful sweetness.

He stopped walking, facing her fully, while he felt confused. "What are you talking about? I was happy before."

"But not like this. Your eyes don't usually smile like this."

He stared at her. Was it true? Was the happiness really radiating off from him this obviously?

In horror, he watched as she suddenly broke out in tears.

With a voice weighted down from tears, his sister wailed, "Chiiko always thought, she wouldn't live long enough to see you this happy." (2)

"Chiiko?"

"You always took care of me. You sacrifice your life for mine without thinking about yourself. If I would have died without seeing you smile like this, I-I-" A fresh steam of tears broke out of the eyes of his sister. "I wouldn't-" Her voice broke and she gasped for air, looking miserably sad.

Hating it to see her cry, he cradled her head into the pit between his neck and shoulder once more. He hadn't known, she felt that way. He had always focused on saving her from her lethal fate. Never had he thought about her being troubled by it. "I'm sorry, Chiiko. I had no idea, you felt that way."

Tears ran down her cheeks, wetting his kariginu above his shoulder.

Finally, after a short time her crying subsided.

A quiet last sob left her as she leaned back again.

Rubbing away the rest of the tears with her sleeves, she smiled again at him with red-rimmed eyes. "It's okay now. I always wanted to see you happy. I'm glad you found Mayu."

A soft chuckle left him. "Actually, we aren't together."

"You will be. I am sure. I prayed for you."

He smiled at his precious little sister. She had always high hopes for others. Clinging onto it like she clung onto her own life. "Someday maybe."

Somehow he himself felt more at ease looking towards future.

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(1) kariginu – exorcist uniform (I had this footnote once before but I did use the word only once, so I wanted to make sure everybody understands this.)

(2) Referring to yourself in third person is a thing children and childish characters in animes and mangas do. Sayo did it once when she was crying after being rescued by Shimon. Probably because she did not pay attention to her language at that moment. If she does it more often, I am sorry, but my information depends on the translation.

A/N: Wahh, my babies! They are so adorable.^^ Personally, I thought this was the sweetest chapter from the moment, I wrote the draft of the story. I hope, I managed to give you the same fuzzy feelings I had writing it. Well, Sayo broke my heart. I think it is a huge burden, if someone else risks his life constantly for the sake of yours.

Oh, and sorry for the misleading teaser on tumblr. Couldn't help myself. :P

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