To: Yourmoontothenightsky (Kana)
ARC 1 - Autolykos (fia)
Hello Kana!! I hope you like your gift- I snuck around your blog for little bits on Ayame, she’s really cute! I hope that I did her some justice!! I wasn’t sure of her age or when exactly she would meet Byakuran, so I decided to have it be present!Byakuran/Millefiore, a little while post canon. I went with a casual, fluffy date, with a mischievous Byakuran. It’s a bit shorter than I would have liked but you know, uni gets in the way. I hope you enjoy!
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“…Byakuran-sama,” Kikyo said as he leant at the threshold of the door, watching his younger Boss clean the seat of his bicycle before gingerly getting on, slowly running his eyes and still struggling to get used to the site of Byakuran dressed so…. Casually. Then again, this type of attire was the most suitable for such an occasion of all times…
“Kikyo-kun,” the other returned in a chirping tone, looking over his shoulder, smiling yet expecting another lecture, since they had all insisted all morning on driving him to the location… But they seemed to understand each other and Kikyo looked away, sighing and shaking his head.
“Nothing. Enjoy yourself.”
“Of course…” This time, Byakuran’s smile seemed to shift and Kikyo shuddered, unsure if it was more genuine or malicious now; even ten years before, it had not become any easier to read his boss… Especially now that he was in a relationship…
“Maybe I’ll bring you along next time. I know you worry too much, Kikyo-kun.”
“Wh- please. T-that won’t be… necessary.” Thankfully, the white-haired Boss laughed and drove off, leaving his second in command to press a hand onto his temples, still finding this entire situation so… alien. At least, he seemed happy, and that was what mattered most.
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It’s nearly 12…
Ayame lowered the frame of her sunglasses as if it would help her scan the crowd any better, but Byakuran was nowhere to be found. Technically, their meetup time was a little later, at around 12:30, but that didn’t stop her from fidgeting in anticipation… It felt too strange to stand at the entrance of the park alone for so long, especially because it was a cool summer day… Couples and families of all sorts were out to enjoy themselves… She wasn’t going to lie to herself, it was a bit alienating.
He’s definitely coming, right…?
She stood for a whole longer, pulling her clutch closer towards herself and keeping a hand on her sun hat as if it gave her a more comforted feeling-
A hand placed itself on her shoulder, interrupting her thoughts, and someone’s warm breaths were close to her ear.
“Boo.”
“-?!” Twisting round, she felt her heart race- only to see a familiar amused look, which was slightly curtained by pale locks of hair, tinged dark by the lenses of her sunglasses, but recognizable none the less. Her face burning for a different reason rather than fear now as he laughed, she curled her hands into fists and spoke lowly, not wanting to make a scene but definitely not appreciating his sense of humor.
“Byakuran! I told you not to do that…”
“Gotcha pretty good, didn’t I?” Flashing a brief, cheshire grin, Byakuran laughed some more before letting his eyes run over his date’s outfit, a softness enveloping his features as he took her in… While he’d settled for just jeans and some layers of tank tops, Ayame donned a white slightly oversized bardot top with light blue denim overalls and flat shoes, her soft, blush-colored hair hidden by her large sun hat… Impulsively, he reached towards it, before she pulled the hat even more firmly against her head. Seeing that she was still pouting at him, he responded by sighing.
“I can’t help myself, you know,” he said, before reaching for one of her hands held onto her hat. “But I’ll make it up now. Here’s a better greeting.” And, with a surprising gallantry, he lifted her hand to press a long, soft kiss onto it, making her face warm even more despite her makeup hiding any indication of that.
“Stop,” she let out in soft protest as he laughed again, before chuckling a little herself. Byakuran as a lover was a piece of work, that was for sure; too much seriousness bored him and so such pranks and behavior were common. But could she really expect anything else? At least around her, he seemed to be comfortable enough to be this open, this childish, and at this point she found it endearing… He surprised her by releasing her hand and gesturing to the bike behind him, patting the seat encouragingly.
“Alright, enough messing around- shall we…?”
Smiling, Ayame gave him a soft look before pushing him aside and hopping onto the bike, covering her smile with her mouth as his surprised look became a deadpan one.
“Sorry,” she said. “I can’t take you seriously as a gentleman.”
“Oh, clearly you don’t,” he responded as he climbed on behind her, but lightly nudged her feet out of the pedals so he could push them himself, joining the multitude of people cycling or walking through the large pathways of the park.
—-
Byakuran thanked the waiter as they placed his and his date’s dishes on the table. He’d gone for a favorite, a parfait, while she went with a banana split. The design of the café, it’s checkered floors, pink and blue lighting with wide seats, made it and its dishes something straight out of the 50’s. It wasn’t something he’d expected to find at a park, but it was a charming place nonetheless. But instead of digging in, he kept his eyes on Ayame.
Even though they were indoors…
Even though the café was completely empty (largely due to him playing what little mafia influence he had left to reserve the entire café, but Ayame didn’t have to know that)…
…Ayame still wore her sun hat. Almost insisting on it.
“Saroha-chan,” he said, putting on a mock authoritative tone as he rested his chin on both propped up hands. Seeing that she didn’t make eye contact with him, he repeated, softer. “Saroha-channn…”
“What?”
“It’s impolite to wear hats indoors.”
He expected her to laugh and make a joke about how he’s the impolite one for only using proper name and honorific etiquette when scolding her, but instead she slowly lowered her hat to at first cover her entire face, and then to rest it on the empty seat next to her.
Oh, wow. Clearly thinking Ayame looked cute before was an understatement.
Her sunset-pink locks, usually worn down, were done up in two messy buns… yet a bit of it disobediently stuck out to fall across her forehead and she unsuccessfully tried to tuck it behind her ear-
“I… I tried something new…”
“Yeah, clearly…” But before she had a chance to misinterpret his tone, he added with a genuine smile: “I love it… It really suits you.”
“Really…?” And for Byakuran, seeing her beam when he nodded was enough to make him happy to start digging in. Glowing with warmth, she picked up her fork to do the same. They ate in silence for a while, occasionally breaking it to chat, but after a while Byakuran asked to try some of her dessert. Geez, what a glutton.
As if reading her mind, he put up his hands defensively again. “Just a little bit. Please?”
Ayame sighed, then smiled, and watched as she offered her fork to him. Never mind his sweet tooth, he always did this when they were out together. As much as it was annoying, sometimes, she could at least appreciate that he wasn’t putting on a persona for her. That mattered to her a lot. She, after all, would do anything for the people she cared about in a heartbeat.
“Wow.”
“-?”
She was surprised to see her date’s face tinged red, but he still wore an amused smile too.
“Haha.. I didn’t think you liked me this much…” He paused to twirl the fork in his hands slightly, before closing his eyes. “Sami-chan.”
“Hey- I told you not to say that-” Byakuran was notorious for giving people strange nicknames, even if hers was a lesser evil of just being a mash up of her two names instead of another word that rhymed- “And… what do you mean?”
But he didn’t have to answer, because she figured it out herself soon after.
Oh…
She had used the same fork moments before giving it to him…
Humming and resting his cheek on one of his propped up hands, he set down the fork, but not after he tapped it against his lips a few times. “You’re pretty bold, I’ll give you th-”
“You… set me up for that-”
Not answering her accusation, he just laughed. Really, in his mind, she shouldn’t be surprised, since he might not have the brawn anymore, but definitely still had the brain of a former villain…
God help me, Ayame thought as she felt grateful for the emptiness of the café so that no one would see her burning face.
Why didn’t this guy come with a warning label?
ARC 2 - Khrkin (Francis)
Have a Merry Christmas, Kana!
ARC 3 - Crismalsnowburst (Hana)
Arc 3! @Yourmoontothenightsky Thank you for letting me draw your OC she’s super cute <3 I really enjoyed drawing this one a lot! I just adore OCs so much. I hope you have a wonderful holiday!
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