Sinopsis: Rukia, con sus hermosos ojos fijos en aquella silueta semi-humana oculta entre las sombras, solo quería comprender, pero más que nada, conocer a aquel que le hacía el amor noche tras noche. . . en sus sueños.
Advertencia: Lemon (NSFW)
Por: Maeda Ai.
.:: Capítulo 10 ::.
Rukia arqueó su lindo cuerpo ante el placer que la recorría; un intenso orgasmo la envolvió mientras su insaciable amante no paraba de penetrarla con locura.
Finalmente el pelinaranja gruñó su placer y descargó su abundante semen en la vagina de su ahora esposa, cuyo clímax se prolongó aun más con solo sentir aquel liquido caliente y vital dentro suyo.
La joven se recostó exhausta, su respiración agitada por el esfuerzo físico.
Mientras su propia respiración se normalizaba, Ichigo se acomodó con cuidado sobre los suaves pechos, cuidando de no lastimarla con los cuernos que sobresalían de su máscara.
Kurosaki se relajó, pero lo cierto e increíble era que aun se encontraba duro y clavado en su bella amante.
Ya estaba bien entrada la madrugada y ellos no habían parado en toda la noche. Si bien Ichigo era un demonio, un ser sobrenatural, nunca había disfrutado de una mujer de forma tan desenfrenada e insaciable.
""Quizás porque no me interesaban. . . no como ella, Rukia es. . .""
* ¡ Te amo !. *
El pelinaranja escuchó aquellas palabras, aferrándose aun más a su hermosa y frágil compañera, a quien había prometido proteger eternamente.
El joven príncipe volvió a mecer las caderas, listo para dejarse llevar por la lujuria. Pero Rukia lo detuvo. . .
* Espera, Ichigo. . . estoy exhausta !. *
Kurosaki se detuvo un instante al escucharla, pero él no tenía sosiego; la necesitaba, ¿no lo veía?. Además, esta noche estaban celebrando que aplastaron por completo a la rebelión que comenzaba a conspirar para derrocar al rey y al joven príncipe del averno.
Eliminaron por completo a los desertores, lo cual fue posible gracias a la pequeña mujercita entre los brazos del demonio. Sus visiones, su habilidad para ver aquello que otros no pueden: el futuro.
Ahora nadie en el infierno se oponía a su nueva reina, no después de la inigualable demostración de su poder, mismo que se había intensificado desde que la chica comenzara a vivir aquí en el infierno.
Pero Ichigo recordó que después de todo, para él, Rukia seguía siendo una criatura frágil y delicada, que él debía protegerla, no solo por su fragilidad o sus poderes, sino porque la pelinegra es importante para él. . .
""¡ La amo !.""
Pensaba. Sus ojos ambarinos derritiéndose ante los violetas de ella.
Además, con su forma completa de demonio, era comprensible que Kuchiki se cansara más rápido, pues el Kurosaki se volvía más insaciable y apasionado que de costumbre. Y la adicción por su mujer se tornaba desquiciante, sin mencionar lo brusco, casi violento, que se volvía el acto sexual.
Era peligroso para Rukia, pero Ichigo había notado también que en la mirada femenina se reflejaba la lujuria, el deseo que la encendía y el placer que le daba. Todas esas emociones la convertían en la amante perfecta para él.
Receptiva, complaciente, pero también atrevida y sensual. Con él. . . solo con él.
El ahora rey de los demonios sonrió tras la máscara que le cubría el rostro. Rukia lo supo al ver el brillo en sus ojos.
Ichigo se posó sobre ella y le separó las piernas, dirigiendo la punta de su verga a la entrada de la vagina húmeda y caliente, para hundirse en ella con lentitud, pues su hombría tomaba otras dimensiones cuando él estaba en su forma original, como el demonio que realmente era.
Por ello, era increíble la imagen de ellos al hacer el amor; el contraste entre sus figuras resultaba extraordinario, era como ver una eterna comparación entre el bien y el mal, el ying y el yang.
La penetración fue tan firme y profunda, que Kuchiki se arqueó llena de gozo, ignorando el inevitable dolor provocadas por las dimensiones de la herramienta sexual de su compañero.
Rukia adoraba todas las formas de Ichigo; la humana, la semi-humana y la del demonio. Así como también le encantaba complacerlo, hacer el amor con él en cada una de esas fases.
Y aunque le encantaba el sexo y la enloquecía de placer cuando el pelinaranja se mostraba como demonio, si le resultaba un poco más doloroso alojar en su pequeño y frágil cuerpo la verga de su amante. Sentía como la suavidad de su intimidad se expandía al límite para él. . .
""¡ Me vuelve loco estar dentro de ella !. . . que me abrace y me brinde su calor !.""
Pensaba Kurosaki, disfrutando de la suavidad y comodidad que experimentaba al adentrase en el cálido manantial femenino.
Entre gemidos y jadeos, la pelinegra buscó la boca de su amado, aunque fueran besos fríos y estériles cuando Ichigo tomaba aquella forma, ya que la máscara cubría los varoniles labios.
Sin embargo, esto no detenía a la joven de deslizar sus labios sobre la escalofriante careta y obtener como respuesta a sus mimos, el sonido gutural tan característico que el chico profería cuando estaba en esa forma de pelea. Más ahora aquel brusco "ronroneo" se debía al gozo.
Ichigo estaba al borde de la lujuria pues el sexo de su esposa lo recibía empapado y lo rodeaba con esa calidez que tanto le gustaba.
Los músculos internos de Rukia lo estrujaban mientras sus suaves y pequeñas manos se deslizaban errantes por su espalda, yendo a su firme trasero, apresurándolo a darle todo de él.
Ichigo no se hizo rogar y empujó más y más fuerte, sintiendo como los redondos senos de la chica se aplastaban bajo su poderoso pecho. El roce entre sus pieles, sus duros pezones contra el torso blanco y duro. . .
El pelinaranja sintió como una descarga de placer se desataba en su interior. Con un rugido ensordecedor, se abandonó al éxtasis mientras su esposa parecía convulsionarse debajo de él y gemía dulcemente presa de su propio orgasmo.
Una última embestida bastó para que el demonio se rindiera totalmente al placer y vaciara su semilla en el interior de su amada.
Los gemidos de la mujer se prolongaron en un éxtasis compartido que los envolvió en placer y gozo para finalmente encerrarlos en una cálida sensación de paz.
En ese instante, la máscara, así como la blanca y dura piel del Kurosaki, comenzó a quebrarse, cayendo en el lecho; los largos cabellos naranjas se volvieron luz y cubrieron el espacio vacío en el pecho del joven. Ichigo tomó su forma humana.
Los amantes se miraron por unos instantes, diciéndose tanto sin necesidad de palabras.
* Me gusta ver tus ojos. . . los extraño cuando te transformas. *
Le confesó ella, acariciándole una de las mejillas a su esposo mientras le sonreía con ternura y amor infinitos.
El Kurosaki aun no podía explicar la imperante necesidad que de ella tenía. Una simple humana, frágil, débil. . .
""Pero tan bella !!."
Pensaba, aceptando que todas esas características eran las que lo hacían amarla tanto, al grado de terminar desposándola y aceptando el heredar el trono de su mundo, tomándola a ella como su reina. Y sin embargo, Ichigo bien sabía que se enamoró de Rukia. . . porque ella es humana.
Y no podía evitar preguntarse: ¿por qué ella lo dejó todo para venir con él a un lugar como este, peligroso, sombrío y aterrador, donde su vida corría peligro y muchos querían matarla o devorarla?. ¿Por qué se entregaba todas las noches a un demonio como él?. . . ¿Por qué?. . .
Como si los pensamientos del pelinaranja hubiesen sido expresados en palabras, la chica de ojos violáceos le susurró al oído. . .
* Ai shiteru !. *
Ichigo sonrió. Era la sonrisa más sincera, feliz y humana que Rukia le haya visto.
El pelinaranja la besó fugazmente y luego recargó la frente sobre la de ella. Permaneciendo un rato así, haciéndose mimos.
Rukia se preguntaba cómo y cuándo darle la noticia de su futuro embarazo. . . ¿Debía decirle ahora que tuvo una visión de ella y un pequeño niño pelinaranja?. . .
""¿O esperar a que esa visión se haga realidad y decirle que estoy esperando un hijo suyo?. . . ¡ nuestro !.""
La vida podía ser tan plena y feliz. . . y desde que conoció a Ichigo, aun estando en las sombras. . . mucho más.
Se acabó T-T.
Al comenzar esta historia las ideas saturaban mi mente; conforme fui avanzando, esas ideas se me fueron >.< .
Quizás debí hacer más corto este fic.
Aun así me encantó esta historia. Desde que vi a Ichigo, en su forma completa de hollow, contra Ulquiorra, me imaginé al pelinaranja sucumbiendo a sus deseos junto con la pequeña Kuchiki ^0^.
Y ahora en este fanfic están juntos, en el infierno ¬¬'. . . pero juntos.
—I LOVE ICHIRUKI—
Este fanfiction fue escrito por MAEDA AI y es material de Fallen Angel.
Hey while i still have plans on updating Sketch and Pals in mind, keep in mind that since the AU's story is going with the webseries and references the pilot, the most likely thing is that whatever twist or big thing happens in the future 8 episodes might not happen in this AU's timeline.
#saying this bc i dont wanna torment myself on trying to update the story whenever something big in the show happens #and clarifying that i refer to sketch and pals as an alternate universe for a reason #though most likely thing is that i might make little references to it once in a while but not to a point that it might cop out something in #-the au#amii talks#askblog talk
Person A was experimented on as a fetus to become a reaper when they die, and when they’re a teen, get targeted and killed and changed into a reaper (who continues to age) and taken in by older reapers who start to train and mentor Person A. But Person A’s childhood friend, Person B, was left behind, and mourns Person A greatly, finding themself unable to make new friends, and then comes out as transgender and starts to transition, making it harder to make friends during high school. When Person A returns to the world of the living, they take on an identity in high school and find themself extremely drawn to Person B, who they don’t recognize as their old friend, but they keep meeting and saving Person B from their own suicide attempts. But Person B starts to notice Person A’s presence after so many suicide attempts, and the two get to talking and growing close. But Person B is also marked too, but unlike Person A, they’re marked to become a demon after death. One day, Person A is away doing their job as a reaper and returns to find Person B went through with a suicide attempt, leaving Person A broken — until they meet the demon version of Person B who wants nothing to do with anyone from their human life, including Person A.
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In 2019, watchmaker Mobius M. Mobius moves into a cottage on a cliff. On the night he moves in, he finds a letter in his mailbox. The letter is from a man, Loki who says he is the previous tenant and welcomes him.
Mobius is more than surprised, because no one has lived in the house for more than 20 years.
On the other side, Loki, a lonely professor, is about to start a new life in New York, accompanied by his pet, Croki
AKA the Lakehouse AU that nobody asked for.
This is my very first multi-chapter AU. I hope you'll enjoy it. Chapters will be released on a weekly basis.
When two people "connect" the bond between them can be so pure and simple as to stir hearts in heaven.
When they connect in all the right places at all the wrong times, heaven weeps for broken hearts. To heal these broken hearts, heaven breaks time.
Loki took one last look through the rearview mirror at the cottage on the edge of the cliff, which was getting smaller and smaller as he drove away.
Shifting his gaze forward, his face slid to the crate on the passenger seat, where Croki, his pet alligator, was sitting.
"I hope you will like your new home..." Loki sighed.
Then suddenly, he braked abruptly, holding back the cage with one hand as it slid forward. Then he backed the car up.
"Shit. I'm sorry Croc'"
He walked over to the mailbox. He put his hand through the window, opened the mailbox and put an envelope inside. Then his long fingers pulled the red flag in a vertical position, to indicate that there was mail. All this under the eyes of Croki who followed with attention all his gestures.
He tapped the top of the cage, "Come on, this time we're off for good."
He rolled, speeding up, refusing to look at the sign for the tiny village his home was in, New Asgard. Loki rolled east, the cliff behind him, then passed a sign: New York, 35 miles.
The traffic became heavier as he approached the city.
After maneuvering through the various streets and making his way through the New York traffic, he stopped in front of an apartment building on a busy street. It was a very recent building, cold and sterile. The contrast with the tranquility of New-Asgard was striking.
He parked, got out of the car and took a moment to absorb the change in his surroundings. Then with a sigh, he began to unload his things.
Loki stopped at the steps in front of the entrance to the imposing establishment - September High-School. He inhaled deeply to give himself courage before moving forward, climbing the few steps and pushing open the heavy door. He entered and walked to what appeared to be the front desk where a busy looking secretary was standing.
Loki asked softly, "Excuse me?"
"Just a minute, okay?"
Loki waited a minute, politely, then tried to get the secretary's attention again.
"Ahem... Excuse me, I need to..."
She handed him a stack of paper, while saying, without looking at him, "Just fill this out and wait for me there, okay?"
Loki handed it back to her.
"No, I'm Loki Laufeyson. I'm a new teacher. I was told to report here."
The secretary looked sheepish, "Oh, I'm sorry, Professor. You need to find Principal Romanov. She should be around here. A woman with red hair, dressed in black, you can't miss her."
He did indeed find the Principal in the hallway that the secretary had pointed out.
Natasha Romanov may have looked young to be a high school principal, but everything about her demeanor, her head carriage, her attitude exuded confidence and authority. She walked quickly down the hallway and Loki, though tall, had a hard time keeping up with her.
The principal handed him a large stack of files as soon as they arrived in her office.
"You will be in charge of the sophomores, this morning you will have three classes to teach and three this afternoon."
Loki repeated to be sure, "Three?"
"That's a quiet day, for a first day."
Loki looked a little dazed, he didn't think he was going to jump into the deep end and thought he would have some time to adjust.
The principal turned around, as if she sensed his hesitation, "The teacher you replaced let us down without notice, and it took us a while to find the right replacement, the students lost a lot of time for their final exams. We have to do our best to make sure they pass."
They walked past a student who was sitting alone on a bench, looking sulky. Romanov motioned to a supervisor.
"What's he doing here?"
The supervisor replied, "He was grounded because he took apart a computer to prove Professor Banner wrong and has to do an hour of gym under Professor Odinson's supervision. However, I can't leave the place unattended, and I was waiting for my backup to take him there.
"Peter get up," said principal Romanov in a sharp tone.
The young man stood up, a sulky look on his face.
"Professor Laufeyson, take him to Professor Odinson in the gym and then you can begin your lessons in this class."
The principal pointed to the door of the classroom in question, then turned and walked back to her office, not waiting for an answer.
"Well come with me, Mister...?"
The young boy followed his lead and replied with a pouty tone, "Parker, Peter Parker. »
"Then let's go Mr. Parker, the computer dismantler." replied Loki with a wink. He knew he couldn't condone what the young man had done, but he couldn't help but find it amusing.
Seeing that the professor didn't look reproachful as he said these words, Peter lost his pout and got a small smile.
"Although I'm curious as to what could have caused you to disassemble a computer."
Peter seemed to come back to life, explained to an amused Loki, that Professor Banner, who taught biology, had said that nothing could compare to the complex construction that was a living being and Peter had wanted to show him the opposite by dismantling the Professor's laptop.
"But I was about to put it back together though, I don't understand why he got so upset."
Loki couldn't help but laugh.
Peter's face frowned because they had arrived at the gym.
They walked through the door and there a giant blonde man came striding in, "Peter Parker, it's been so long! Tell me what you've been up to again." he ruffled Peter's hair who tried to shy away from it, then he held out his hand to Loki who had to hold back a wince at the strength of the professor's grip.
"Professor Odinson, but call me Thor. Nice to meet you. New professor?"
"Yes, I am the new literature professor, Loki Laufeyson, but call me Loki. I'll leave this promising young man to you," He winked at Peter before continuing, "as for me I'll be teaching my first class."
"Welcome here, and good luck!" threw Thor at him before turning back to Peter, "Go change, we'll start with 10 laps running around the basketball court."
Hearing Peter's grumbles, Loki smiled as he walked away.
A few minutes later, he stopped outside his classroom door and took a deep breath.
"It takes a little time to adjust, but most of the students here are exceptional and the teaching staff is really, really nice."
Loki turned to see who had just spoken.
He found himself facing a black man, taller than him, and very impressive. But despite his imposing nature, his smile and eyes were very warm as he held out his hand. "Heimdall, art professor, welcome."
Loki grasped it and replied, "Loki, literature professor."
Heimdall gave a small nod in the direction of the door, "Good luck." then walked away.
Loki, surprisingly relaxed following this little interlude, walked through the classroom door with a confident air, placed his belongings on the desk and with an engaging smile on his lips addressed his first students, "Hello, I am your new literature teacher and I hope we will work well together."
He paused, letting his gaze roam over the entire class before continuing,"O Captain! My Captain! Who knows where that came from? No one? No idea? It's-"
A young boy raised his hand at the back of the classroom.
"Keener, Harley Keener."
"All right Mister Keener, I'm listening."
"It's a Walt Whitman poem about Abraham Lincoln. And it's plagiarism of Professor Keating's introduction played by Robin Williams in Dead Poets Society."
Loki didn't lose his confidence at all and replied, "Thank you Mr. Keener. I'm not going to apologize for the plagiarism. I didn't expect anyone to contradict me since this film was released long before you were all born. Thank you, Mr. Keener, for setting me straight. I won't ask you to call me Captain, Sir, or Professor, but simply Loki. Yes, Mr. Keener, Loki, as in the Norse god of mischief... "
The whole class, including Harley, laughed and Loki thought that it wasn't such a bad start.
But he still felt exhausted at the end of the day, and he slumped into the chair at his assigned desk in the teacher's lounge. He leaned in and put his head back, closing his eyes.
"So they've worn you out already?" it was the deep voice, which he recognized as Heimdall's. He opened his eyes to see that the art professor had sat just at the desk next to him.
"Yet the Famous Five keep talking about Loki, the new professor who is super cool. It's been a long time since I've heard a literature professor on such good terms." It was Thor who came to join them and pulled a chair to sit in the space between Heimdall and Loki.
"The Famous Five?"
Thor chuckled before answering, "They're called that because they're always stuffed together, probably five of the smartest minds in this elite school, and as a result always going out on the town to..."
"…the benefit of science." finished Heimdall.
"That's their argument every time they get busted," Thor clarified.
"Who are they?" asked Loki, curious.
"There's Peter who you met this morning, he's in the same class as his two childhood friends Ned and MJ. There's Harley who talked about how you put him in his place, when he thought he had fooled you. Captain my Captain huh?"
Thor chuckled before continuing, "and finally Kamala Khan, the newest one, a little brunette, a ball of energy who always wears a big red scarf, summer and winter and who the other four have taken under their wing."
"Interesting..." replied Loki, thoughtfully.
"Wait until you're the target of their prank and we'll see if you find these kids interesting." said an unknown voice behind him.
"Bruce my friend! Were you able to fix your laptop?" exclaimed Thor with a laugh.
Loki turned around, only to find himself standing in front of a man who was a little older than him. He stood up and held out his hand, "Professor Banner, I presume."
"Am I that famous?" the man asked, raising an eyebrow as he shook the outstretched hand in a firm grip.
"It's mostly that I had the pleasure of taking Peter Parker for his grounding to Thor." replied Loki
"That brat..." harrumphed Bruce. "He's smart... but his habit of proving he's always right..."
The other men laughed in unison.
"So boys? Are we having fun?" a young woman with short blond hair stepped forward and held out her hand, "Carol Danvers, homeroom teacher at this crazy school."
"Nice to meet you," Loki replied, shaking the outstretched hand.
Unaccustomed to being around so many people and especially such friendly people, Loki felt a little overwhelmed and suddenly the fatigue of this first day seemed to fall on his shoulders to the point that he had to stifle a yawn.
Thor patted him on the back and said, "I have an excellent remedy for that."
"What is it?"
Heimdall and Thor high-fived each other and said in unison, "The Bifrost."
At Loki's look of complete incomprehension, Carol explained, "It's a bar two blocks away, good burgers, good beer and for good company, that's us." she finished with a wink.
Loki realized they were inviting him to come with them but he hesitated and finally replied, "Thanks. I better not drink tonight. I'm dead."
Bruce retorted, "We're all dead."
"Yes, but I still have a lot to unpack."
They nodded, and did not seem disappointed by his refusal, even rather understanding. Loki really wasn't used to this kind of company.
Heimdall put his hand on his arm and then said softly, "Next time, then."
Loki, not understanding why his throat was tight, simply nodded.
A little later, they separated in front of the school gates. Loki on one side and the group on the other.
" Bye Loki!"
"See you tomorrow Captain!"
Loki lived only three blocks from the school and soon arrived home. When he entered he realized how sterile and cold his large apartment seemed.
He had not yet had time to unpack all his things and the boxes were scattered everywhere. The first thing he had unpacked was Croki's terrarium, which took up a whole room.
As he closed the door, he heard Croki's typical little paws coming and rubbing against him as usual. He patted his head and headed for the kitchen. Croki was a Cuvier's Dwarf caiman. Loki had once wanted to get a dog, but in the animal shelter he had immediately felt a connection with the animal, perhaps because he was different, like himself.
Loki opened the refrigerator which was desperately empty except for Croki's fish ration. He put it on a plate and put it on the floor while commenting, "Need alligator food. And human too."
He was going to have to do some shopping tomorrow.
After snacking on a bag of chips, exhausted, he took a quick shower before going to his room.
"Good night Croki."
His room was as functional and depressing as the rest of the place. He went to stand in front of the window. Outside it was all stone buildings. It was very difficult to even see the sky. He sighed, "What a view..."
He pulled the blinds and went to bed. Once his head was on the pillow, he fell asleep very quickly, which prevented him from thinking too much about everything he missed.
A red pickup truck passed the New Asgard sign before parking at the side of the path that leads to the house. Its back end was filled with furniture and moving boxes. A mustachioed man with gray hair got out. He walked toward the cottage on the edge of the cliff and stopped, hands on hips, contemplating the view.
He opened the door, looked for the electric power meter. He turned it on and went to turn on the light in the entrance and then in what seemed to be the living room.
Mobius examined the place, satisfied. There wasn't much. A stereo, some books, an armchair. But the bare and cosy furniture matched perfectly with the austere beauty of the small cottage. He looked out the window at the cliff. He was going to like it here.
It took him a good four hours to unload his pickup truck by himself and install just about everything he had brought. Once finished, he grabbed a cold beer that he had put in the cooler and while drinking it quietly walked around the house before getting in the car to go shopping at the local grocery store that he had spotted on his way in.
Once he had gone around the store, with his groceries in his arms, he went to put them on the counter.
The young owner and his wife were behind.
"Hi, are you new around here?" the owner asked him.
Mobius smiled and replied, "More or less. My name is Mobius."
The owner replied, "My name is Clint and this is my wife, Laura."
Laura smiled and added, "You're going to like it. Especially now that the weather is getting warmer." Then pointing to the groceries, she added, "We'll get you some boxes for all that."
"Oh thanks." replied Mobius.
Laura fetched an empty box from a high shelf. Now that she was no longer hidden by the counter, it was obvious that she was pregnant. Clint rushed to her. "No, honey, let me."
Mobius looked at them, feeling moved and at the same time fully aware of his own loneliness. He paid, took his box and left, but not without promising the young couple to return.
He parked in front of the small road with his groceries in the back of the truck and noticed the mailbox with its flag up. He stopped and opened it. There was an envelope.
For the new tenant.
He took in the groceries, put them away, made himself a sandwich tray and taking the letter, he went to sit on the armchair in front of the bay window. He put his tray on a small table next to it, opened the letter and started to read.
Dear new tenant.
Hello and welcome to your new home and congratulations, blah blah blah. You have made an excellent choice, New Asgard is a wonderful place and this house is a gem, as you may have already noticed.
I'm sure you'll love living here as much as I do.
By the way, I'm the former tenant, Loki.
Mobius looked perplexed but also pleasantly surprised.
The post office forwards my mail normally, but if something should happen here, because the post service is what it is and we are never safe, my new address is below. Thank you.
Mobius turned over the letter.
P.S.: Sorry for the pawprints leading to the front door. They were already there when I moved in, as well as the box in the attic. I think it belongs to the owner.
Mobius stared at the letter in amusement and could not help but check the end of the letter.
He went to the front door. The floor was clean. Inside and out.
"What did he talk about?" he scratched the back of his head before heading for the ladder that led to the attic. He opened the hatch, poked his head through and looked around. It was empty. No box.
Mobius went back down, shrugged, crumpled the letter and threw it away.
He finished his meal and went to bed.
The next day, in his clock store, while repairing an antique watch with an extremely complicated mechanism, he couldn't help thinking about the letter and its more or less strange ending when he was interrupted by the doorbell indicating that someone had entered the store.
He put down his tools, wiped his hands, and headed for the store.
"Hey Mobius! I made lunch, shall we share?"
It was the bubbly and somewhat invasive, Sylvie. The owner of the antique gun store right across from him.
He replied, annoyed, because she had interrupted his work that he loved, "I can't, I have urgent work to finish."
"Oh come on Mobius, there's nothing urgent about an old watch."
"It is to its owner."
She made a disappointed pout, "Well, okay..." she sighed and headed for the door, then turned abruptly. "Is it true you bought a house? Where is it? How is it?"
Mobius rolled his eyes, used to Sylvie's chatter.
"It's an isolated cottage, in a small village called New Asgard."
"You're sick to isolate yourself like that!"
"It's what I want and I already feel at home there. And now, if you don't mind, I'm going to get back to my work, which is not urgent." He walked briskly toward his studio, annoyed by the criticism of his choice, and didn't even hear the door close.
In the late afternoon, after his day's work, he decided to repaint the faded fences that lined the small path. The manual work, like his work on watches, helped him to clear his head.
A few hours later, as the day was getting darker, Mobius was kneeling on the steps and applying a new layer of paint to the weathered planks. He finished, satisfied with the result, and began to put his equipment away.
Behind him, a small dwarf alligator trotted along the path. Mobius didn't notice it at first. The alligator sped up and before Mobius could react, he stepped into the paint and left footprints behind him. "Hey!"
Mobius tried to catch the alligator but it ran back inside the house whose door Mobius had left ajar. Mobius was about to follow him, wondering what an alligator was doing here and if he was dangerous, when he suddenly stopped.
On the ground in front of the house, there was a trail of paw prints.
Mobius rushed to the garbage can and searched with determination through his trash when he finally found what he was looking for: Loki's letter.
He stared at it.
Sorry about the footprints leading to the front door. They were already there when I moved in, as was the box in the attic. I think it belongs to the owner.
He remained for a long moment staring at the crumpled note.
Loki went out to have lunch at a place he had spotted not far from the school.
Finding the weather warm, he opened his coat and continued walking.
When he arrived at the place, he sat down on a bench and started to unwrap his sandwich, a book in his hand. He enjoyed this moment of calm, even if the place was crowded on this beautiful day.
Once finished eating, Loki closed his eyes for a moment, letting the sunlight warm him up. Just aware of the surrounding sounds, the water of the fountain, the splashes and laughter of the children playing there, an old man grumbling about global warming, the pigeons landing not far away, hoping to get some crumbs from those who like Loki had decided to have lunch here.
Suddenly, a horrible noise, a high-pitched squeal and a horn made Loki sit up. He suddenly opened his eyes and looked around.
A few meters away, in front of Loki, a double-decker city bus was trying to stop. It was going pretty fast, although you could tell the driver was trying to brake.
Loki registered it all, the noise, the bus, before noticing the gray-haired man standing directly in the path of the bus. There was nothing to be done, it was inevitable and almost immediate, the man was hit by the bus, and Loki, horrified, saw his distant figure fly ten or fifteen feet into the air before crashing to the sidewalk. The faint sound of the impact reached Loki half a second later, due to the distance.
Loki automatically took out his cell phone and dialed 911. As he walked towards the impact point, he gave all the information to the rescue workers, trying to remain calm.
Once he hung up the phone, he started to run towards the lifeless body.
As always, bear with me as it is not beta'd and english is not my native language
I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless🥰
An AU where the Tree of Harmony and Elements of Harmony aren’t really on the good side per say, more on the neutral side of things. The Tree and Elements of Harmony don’t care what side of the battlefield you are on, what morals you may have. The Tree and Elements of Harmony only care about if the beings wielding their powers are worthy of said powers. Sure it’ll make very rare exceptions if it’s an end of the world scenario, a great example being Celestia using the elements by herself to banish her corrupted sister. But these occurrences are very rare, only happening in dire circumstances as the Tree and Elements understand that for them to continue living so must the rest of the planet. Discord is of a similar nature, and finds it rather funny how the Celestial Sisters don’t realize how lucky they are for finding the Tree before someone else, someone else with less noble goals in mind.