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Light filtered through drawn curtains, glimpses of the first rays of sun blinking into the room. It was still early in the morning; the sun only just rising to peek shyly over the horizon. The sky was dusted in bright pink and orange hues which colored the room respectively. It was not yet bright enough outside for most people to be awake. The port city was quiet except for fishers that were already on the water. Within the Regent's estate, all was quiet. Not a soul had risen yet; even the servants were still sound asleep. 

Across the bed of the Regent's room was a mound of white fur that rustled as what lay beneath stirred from slumber. It was warm, comfortably so. Humming softly, the vixen slowly lifted her lashes before closing them again, not yet ready to wake up. Her cheek nuzzled against the warmth that was beneath her face. Hints of a smile curled her lips as she shifted, her thigh rising a bit as she clung to whatever she was clinging to. 

Finally, her lashes lifted again, golden orbs blinking away sleep as she tried to recall where she was. She was mostly buried beneath her nine tails, only her nose and eyes visible from beneath the mountain of fur. Shifting again, Akako slowly began to remember the night before and how she and the Cambion had stayed up until odd hours discussing his son and what he had done with the Port that she would be assuming responsibility for. The daiyokai then realized that her warm pillow was rising an falling and it had a heartbeat. Breath caught in her throat and her nose twitched as she identified who she was with, already knowing who it was. There was a small part of her that hoped that maybe she'd summoned someone in the middle of the night after Xartia left. It would be less complicated if that were the case. 

Once she realized that Xartia was who she'd conveniently cozied up to, blessedly with both of them fully dressed, she took stock of how they were positioned. Her head was on his chest, his hand on her shoulder, holding her to him. His hand furthest from her was draped over the wrist of her left which gripped at his dress shirt (probably the reason he didn't leave). Her leg was most concerning. Her thigh was on his thighs; her foot hooked around one of his legs. Their position, if anyone were to see, was far more intimate than strictly necessary. Confusing the pair for lovers or more would be easy. 

Akako gently removed her leg from Xartia's body before releasing his shirt from her left hand and trying to slip it out from beneath his hand. While she began unraveling herself from the Cambion, Akako's mind wandered. She could remember the last time she had been in a bed with a man without becoming intimate. It had been eons ago when Snake was alive. Her lips turned down as she recalled how that entire thing fell apart. It was best to keep distance, especially with Xartia leaving to raise his and Red's son in Predator's Keep. 

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For what had been centuries for Xartia, he endured a lengthy season of anhedonia. Something about having achieved such a great accomplishment as creating a universe and dipping his toes into godhood, yet failing to achieve anything that contributed solely to his happiness. For decades, denial set in. He spent those years drowning his doubts and forcing his old habits in order to maintain a sense of normalcy in his ascension. When the depression fully set in however, it clung to him for centuries, pushing him to seclusion even. In reflection of his mortal life prior to The Værse, habromania plagued his existence to the point that when happiness truly chose to rear its rare face, he look right over it. His short, miserable life was full of chaos, mistakes, and guilt. Grief. His journey back to the Material Plane was forced upon him, though he took solace in the fact that it afforded him a chance to reignite that passionate flames he used to carry in his belly. 

All this time since Akako had left, Xartia remained however stagnant. The passing magestorm was a perfect metaphor to his emotional state, pushing him to physically and metaphysically experience his feelings as he mimicked his choices made in The Værse. Right back into seclusion he went. He managed to ingest enough food to keep himself healthy, though his lack of feeding left him dampened magically after the storm had completely subsided, or moved away from the Arcane East anyway. Despite this, he gave Akako what he could spare without making himself too bad off lest he wished to be grasped by the mage sleep. Even with their sordid past, this reunion had went surprisingly well. A range of emotions he had forgotten about were inspired within him, and in mere minutes and hours.

His skeletons haunted him with no remorse, no mercy in sight. However, her presence forced them to retreat back to his closet. Her presence, his nepenthe. Not only had he smiled genuinely for the first time in forever last night, but he too had enjoyed an honest laugh. A grand conversation, albeit sort of short considering. As Akako unwrapped herself from him, Xartia stirred. The lingering warmth of her body impressed on him leaving the only hint as to just how comfortable she had grown with him, even after such a stretch of time apart. He took a deep breath as his emerald eyes pried themselves open, his arms releasing her though he felt it was too soon. Glancing down he noticed his wrinkled shirt. While the old him wouldn't have let her hear the end of it, this him had a certain level of admiration for the disturbance of the fabric. The wrinkles proof she had been their, proof he had not simply been dreaming.

"How do you feel?"

He almost whispered as he moved to sit up, an audible pop exuding from his spine, followed by his neck. Last night had been the best night of sleep he's had since bringing ruin upon his Kingdom in Hyperborea. Arguably it had also been with the best company that not even money or the like of could purchase. While there was next to nothing sexual about their co-sleeping, their was still plenty of intimacy shared between them sensually. Though it wasn't technically him, this him with her at the Black Queen's coronation, he remembered the proclamations delivered on his behalf; And he meant them. He harbored feelings for her that he had only ever felt with one other woman before her, and others he'd never felt for anyone else. It wasn't until he had dispelled his delusions of Luna that he was able to experience these thoughts and feelings unimpeded. The fact that his double was increasingly becoming a risk to her was the straw that broke the camels back, commanding his return after such a lengthy season away. 

It was true, he was going to return to Predator's Keep to raise Khaliq properly. However, he still fully intended to host his academy and his haberdashery here in the port city. Without the stacked responsibilities of overseeing an entire city, his focus could be gathered on these personal projects he still felt the urge to consider from his doubles experience as right on track. Akako accepting her rightful place was merely more inspiration to follow through with these plans ensuring his presence in Port Caelum somewhat regularly. Besides, no way he'd just go back to pretending she wasn't close enough to see; And of course from the sounds of it, Khaliq was rather keen of her. Surely he too would wish to visit with her...Outside the dreamscape.

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The illusion cracked then shattered as he released the demoness from his reassuring embrace. Akako's disappointment was veiled, concealed within herself, while she willed herself not to be. She had moved away, and the Cambion only released her as she wished, but never was she honest with herself. If she couldn't be honest with herself then how could she expect him to know what she wanted? While he wasn't human, he still wasn't a mind reader, not that she would allow him to read her mind. 

She was always grasping for control, even now. So many excuses had been made for so long. The reason she approached Arthur as she had was in spite of Xartia, and that had backfired gloriously. Then, to make matters worse, she left the replacement for a fling that meant absolutely nothing to her. The justification was she could at least control her emotions. It was purely physical, an itch that could be scratched without fear of scarring. The more she clung to some semblance of control, the more out of control she seemed to become. 

Feelings inspired by the Cambion were chaotic and frightening. Those feelings seemed always to contradict one another, oxymorons if there was ever such a thing. His presence was comforting and distressing in the same breath. The peace she felt was at war with the anxiety and distrust that had worn down her heart to such a state. No one knew, but the demoness had never recovered from the heartbreak of her first loss, then the infidelity of her first and last husband. Try as she might to be apathetic to everything, the demoness was so much softer than she wanted to be, but seclusion was such a lonely thing. 

For a moment, that lonesomeness that followed her like a shadow was banished. For the first time, Xartia was where in the right place at the right time and had protected her, and she didn't feel entirely so alone in the universe. 

"Better." 

The two syllables were swallowed by a silence that fell upon them for a long stretch. Akako was worrying the cloth at her lap, not out of nervousness, but restlessness. With her energy returned and him still close enough to feel the heat radiating off of his skin and his scent engulfing her, she was unsettled. Her gaze watched her fingers pinch and twist the fabric in her hands and finally, she lifted golden orbs to look to the man at her side. 

There was a question in her eyes as she searched his face for a moment before she parted her lips to speak again. "And you?" He had given her some of his energy after all. 

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The Cambion was caught off guard by her lingering. She silently and softly struggled to find her freedom, though when he was stirred enough to afford her with it, she remained right next to him. He wondered how she truly felt, or if she'd even be honest with him about it. Deeper so he wondered how her heart was. Though her face hid her thoughts and emotions well, her delayed answered was delivered with a sudden fiddling of her fabrics. Even after the two syllables were delivered she continued to fumble around the fabric with her fingers. He leaned back, propped himself on an elbow so that he might sit more comfortably. For if she wasn't leaving the comfort of this bed, neither was he. Unless of course she needed something that required him to abandon her company however temporary. Finally, her brilliant, golden eyes peered into his sparkling green ones.

Mamihlapinatapai became them, a moment shared between two persons in which they desired something to happen between them yet each refused to initiate their shared desire. What was fleeting moments shared between them felt like eons. Their gazes danced with one another's respectively, inspiring basorexia within him. His body temperature experienced a subtle raise as his heart rate began to climb once more. When he could see the question in her eyes, his lips parted as if he were going to speak, though his expanse vocabulary eluded him. When she questioned his well-being, it dawned on him why she was always at such odd ends with her; excluding this chance meeting after so much time spent apart. 

"..."

His free hand reached up, caressing her jawline before his palm came to rest upon it, his fingers cradling the nape of her neck. His thumb smoothed over the warm skin of her cheek, revealing to him that her sillage was not enough. The evidence of her presence upon him was an unworthy consolation when he wished to remained beneath her impression. Gently he urged her towards him, in which if she resisted his notion he'd fail to persist, lest he wished to make her feel as if he was forcing her. If she failed to resist him however, his answer came to her without words. Slowly his face moved closer to her's, albeit steadily. His eyelids lowered ever so slightly, yet refrained from closing completely just yet.

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Why wasn't he saying anything? Akako's brows furrowed in concern wondering if maybe he was hiding that he was weak from giving some of his life's essence to her. Though, the look in his gaze changed, softened and warmed until trepidation stole the very breath from her lungs. His silence made her nervous, and she felt as if she was teetering on a tightrope with no harness or net to protect her from the inevitable fall's impact. It was a crippling thing, the fear of falling, but was it better to be safe than sorry?

Time seemed to slow to a crawl, and the daiyokai held his gaze despite the urge to make a dash for the door or to slip into a wisp of smoke to vanish. Those urges were quashed forcibly as she waited for him to utter a word, anything. Her lips parted, ready to ask him again. 

A hand reached to her and gently traced her jaw. It was so tender that she nearly closed her eyes to surrender to the touch; however, the anxiety of the unknown insisted that she keep them open. The Cambion cupped her cheek and warmth blossomed across her features as she blinked back at him with the apprehension she felt manifest in her eyes. It was sporadic for the woman to express herself outwardly unless she was angry and for the first time in a long while, she was incredibly expressive.

With a barest of tugs, she was pulled to him like a moth to a flame. It was almost as if the vixen was locked into a trace the way she drifted to him. Her mind was quick to catch up, and she internally wondered why he was doing this. Her hand lifted and fingertips pressed to his lips. Her gaze softened, though there was lingering melancholy in those golden pools. The damage from those that had come before him, and Akako didn't trust that Xartia knew the gravity of her lowering her defenses. 

"Xartia," his name was a whisper on his lips, their faces mere centimeters apart, her fingers barring her lips from his. 

"If you do this..." The demoness closed her eyes as her face contorted into a painful grimace. "...you cannot take it back. If you betray my heart again... I will not be able to forgive you again." 

Her eyes opened again to look at him. She wasn't saying no, and she wasn't pulling away. Probably for the first time in their history, Xartia would understand the reason why she never opened up to him. Why she was unnecessarily cruel even when they served the lich king, it had started then, though he would never have known. Over years of knowing each other than decades of memories, things had evolved at a slow pace. It was unlike her whirlwind romances which she was known for. The demoness would come and go like a thief in the night and for eons that had suited her just fine. 

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Her words didn't bring up thoughts, but memories. His face refused to change from what it was in this moment, his lips so close to her fingers she could likely feel them. Though he disagreed with her words precisely, he also understood them. Once upon a time he'd argue he hadn't betrayed her heart, and yet he understood now that he had. His pride and entitlement brought him to do so whenever the Vixen played hard to get with him. Settling first for one of her more human subordinates at the time, Chrystal, and transpiring from there down a road of pain, heartache. He could claim he wasn't clear on her stance, though that'd be a bold lie to sell. Still, never had she been his and he betray her. The thought of her however, was a different story. He didn't explicitly know her past, but he knew enough to know why she carried herself the way she did. While this had little to do with him, her  feelings for him had everything to do with it.

The Golden Lich King had given Xartia much grief, many regrets. However, not all of their time with him was wasted. He received two things from Ursan; The first being his sword, the other being his vision. Once upon a time, he showed Xartia the future. For the longest he debated over the validity of the vision. Was it a fabrication meant to manipulate him, or was it simply the truth? Beyond the details exclusive to Ursan, and his inclusion in the mix, his vision showed one thing of truth. One thing Xartia wished to be true. His life with Akako by his side. Removing the filth of his impression, it was them, together. Their past had proven this to him to a degree, for no matter how they became divided, no matter how long, these two always seemed to find a way back to each other. 

"You're afraid, not of me, but of the way I make you feel..."

He started, though he paused to weigh his words before finishing his statement unless he wished to push her away once more. His forehead pressed up against her's in this bonding moment. While he didn't share her past, he had his own traumatic past when it came to love. For years he allowed himself to be fooled by the idea of love, as well as by the idea of who that love lie with. His anagapesis cured him of his autophobic insanity. While he still feared being alone and dying in such a miserable way, it was no longer driving his decisions as it had in the past. His current standing a choice was being made by him and him alone, not out of consolation or fallacy. 

"Because you don't want to feel anything."

His posture shifted, their noses brushing against one another as he moved around her fingers, denying their defense before he impressed a kiss upon one side of her lips. This was his answer, in which neither of them could deny any longer. For better or worse, he committed to her a long time ago without her even realizing it. Out of all the things that inspired his return, even though he made the initial claim it was because of Red being with child, it was apparent as he told her earlier that he hadn't returned until it came to her. Being away from her wasn't the same as losing her, and if he hadn't have returned when he did, she wouldn't be here with him now. Once his innocent peck to the side of her lips came to pass, and her fingers fell away from them, the Cambion hesitated no longer to supply her with a kiss that truly painted the vivid image of how he felt about her.

There was no lust to be found, though he had always desired her in that way just as any other way. Passion filled him before boiling over and spilling into her. His emerald eyes began to coruscate just before his lids closed completely, allowing him to submit wholly to this moment. While the words he delivered before weren't much for a promise, his understanding of her sufficed as such. It wasn't that she wished not to feel the way he made her, she simply wished not to harbor the feelings that'd follow in his failure. Failure that'd never come to exist, even if she tried for sabotage. From enemies, to allies, to friends, to lovers; Akako found her self nestled into his life as his raison d'etre. His reason for existing. What had become a vapid life in her absence became mirifical in her sudden presence.

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This issue was, Akako never knew just how much the Cambion had ingrained himself into her life. The red thread of fate had them bound in an infinity knot that had no hope of being untangled. No matter how desperate she tried, Akako always returned to where they started, and the cycle would begin again. Her irritability, her mood swings, her moments of provocative behavior were all because she missed the Cambion.  The vixen forever denied that; denied that she was at all affected by someone that was so blatantly dense; someone that she'd hated from their initial meeting. 

Though, she couldn't give him all of the blame. The daiyokai never honestly tried to bring them together, never did she try to tell him how he made her feel because he was right; she didn't want to feel. Akako never wanted love because trusting someone else with your heart was a foolish endeavor. Throughout several millennia, the kitsune had watched others suffer loss from death or betrayal. Her marriage had burned bright; though it was a fleeting thing as soon as her husband left her for someone new. Akako was forced to carry the burden of the loss of her children without him there to support her. Then, it was impossible for her to trust again. 

To speak of the insecurity she felt would only show how weak she was, so the vixen hid the pain behind iron clad walls and cruelty. Her walls slowly began to fall with Red, then Xartia, and her time with Arthur. Each meaningful relationship she pursued slowly chipped away at the ice that surrounded her. There was hardly anything left to bar her from this emotional assault. She was bare, raw to his words and actions. Alarms were blaring in her mind, though she couldn't fathom moving from this spot. 

Long white lashes lowered, unable to meet his gaze anymore as she felt the weight of his statement. Shame so profound coursed through her veins and Xartia didn't allow her a second of self-pity. Lips whispered at the corner of her mouth, and she sucked in a breath, flinching under the touch as if he had burned her. Her eyes closed, squeezing tight before relaxing.  Akako warned him, and still, he continued down this path — foolish man.

The hand that prevented him from kissing her lowered finally and rested on his chest. Then the world fell away from beneath them, or so she felt. How many times had she been kissed and kissed someone? The number seemed paltry in comparison to this one. There was more passion packed into a single moment then every other memory that she could pull from the depths of her mind, though she was in no state to think. Thought was lost and instead replaced by a feverish sort of feeling that was overwhelming. 

Her wounded yoki flared to life within the cocoon of his energy as their passion met in an inevitable bang. They had forever been on a collision course and however long they each waited seemed insignificant in comparison to the result. What she expected to be a sultry affair was anything but. Their kiss, despite how passionate it was, was wholesome and good. 

Once the air completely drained from her lungs, Akako pulled her lips away from his and took a greedy breath.  Starved lungs ached as they expanded fully and deflated again as she exhaled the anxiety she felt. Her long lashes remained touching her flushed cheeks, her forehead pressed against his. There was a knot in her throat, and she swallowed to rid herself of that feeling. The hand pressed against his chest moved then gripped the cloth as she had when she slept. She was silent like this as she tried to work out her feelings, though she wasn't upset or disappointed. Something in her had irrevocably changed forcing her into another evolution. The damn broke, and she felt a warmth flood her. 

"When are you going to them?" Red and the Khaliq were waiting. Akako could see them in her mind's eye. A family. While they were together, she would be here, taking care of the port with the assistance of her nightmarish band of demons. 

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It'd been so long he'd completely forgotten what this felt like. A wave hit him, akin to the big bang he experienced when his twin and himself accidentally created The Værse. As much as he'd have enjoyed vindicating himself with a proverbial pat on his own back, the victory itself was much too sweet, his personality much too matured for such a thing. The feelings he felt were true, and after a great struggle, they were reciprocated. The two nearly became one but or a moment all too brief. Begrudgingly his lips parted with her's, but only because he needed to breath as well. The electric heat that flushed through him granted him shameless vigor, though he sufficed to plant her forehead upon her's once more, his eyes still closed. 

"When are you going to them?"

question he had no desire to consider in this moment. While it shouldn't have had any effect on his judgement, there was a certain sense of necessity in knowing that the boy technically had three parents. He couldn't confess himself to her only to disrespect her by abandoning their child, the child of another they loved. A smile took his lips before he kissed her again, his hand smoothing around her shoulder and down her back. When their lips parted once more, he answered before supplying her with a third. If it wasn't already obvious their first kiss was too short for his enjoyment, it'd be so once he finished his response.

"Once I'm certain your settled here safely, I'll return to Predator's Keep. Though don't think that responsibilities will keep me away from you. Now that I have you, nothing will take you from me."

Following the third kiss, he harbored more words. As much as he hoped to reassure her, he new that only time and experience could show her that it was okay to trust him. While she was more than right not to in the past, he was ecstatic to no end that he'd finally become worthy. 

"I'll still be opening and operating my academic and business ventures here as if I need excuses to come. Khaliq would love to visit you as well, there's no doubt in my mind of that."

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If she was nothing else, the vixen was a realist. Idealistic fantasies never existed for her even though she could create alternate dimensions in her design. The reality was they both had responsibilities and others that relied on them. Akako wouldn't be lying to say she wasn't somewhat apprehensive about sending Xartia to Red now. She let him in only before sending him to her best friend that he'd bedded multiple times. Red was beautiful and incredibly kind and submissive. Akako knew how she was, knew just how difficult she could be. 

As if he could sense her unease, the Cambion kissed her again before speaking. She could feel the warmth of his breath puff against her skin as he answered her. Xartia's proclamation solidified her conjecture that he could feel the uncertainty that clenched her heart like a vice. Her lips, of their own accord, turned up into a gentle smile as the tension slowly began to fade. He'd likely feel the way her lips upturned while he impressed the third kiss on her mouth. 

Humming softly, Akako pulled away completely, now blinking down at him. The white triangles on her head dipped forward as her tails shivered before settling. There was a look of exasperation on her face as she observed him a moment longer. She was certain he'd have that stupid grin on his face, the look of triumph that always annoyed her to no end. Somehow, Akako found that she found some of the idiotic things that he did endearing in an odd way. 

"Excuses to stay... I am well enough to protect myself." That air of haughtiness returned and allowed her lips quirk into a hint of a smirk before she escaped his grasp and slid out of bed. With her back to him, Akako spoke again, her voice barely carrying over to him as if she was embarrassed to say it at all. "I would like that." Though Akako didn't specify what she was referring to. It was purposeful. Let him assume what he wanted.

"I suppose you and I should visit your... my office to go over anything necessary before I take the reigns again.' 

Back to business. It was so much easier than confronting how she felt for extended periods of time.  Akako rearranged her kimono so it wasn't so disheveled before peering over her shoulder to Xartia. 


 

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Following suit, Xartia rose from the bed. He smoothed over his clothes as best he naturally could, leaving the impression of her presence in his fabrics still. His fingers raked through his hair before he shook his head, allowing it to fall naturally. As he had the night before, he produced a soft pack of his personal brand of smokes. LongStride 100s. Placing one twixt his lips he took a reassuring drag in which the opposing tip of the cigarette seemingly lit into the perfect cherry, of its own accord. Inhaling deeply, he allowed the smoke to fill his lungs in which he held it there, exhaling in the form of a mild sigh he jumped right into it as they approached her office. While she would likely complain about the lack of space, she'd never be able to deny how tidy and organized the space was when they inevitably arrived.

"Well, the metro economy is slowly entering a boom. And thanks to the warm months, our more exotic economy is bouncing back what with tourists and all. A while back, some people went missing and were winding up dead...These terrible crimes brought us to our confirmed suspect whom had little to no shame of himself. After sentencing he was sent to be transported to one of the prison cities to the west. Unfortunately, the enemy infiltrated the transport ship and hijacked it. They escaped clean with no leads left to find...Dr. Engelburt or something like that. Either way the dossier on him and the report of his escape are all printed and filed. Between that and our lack of preparedness for the recent Magestorm, we hit a speed bump here for a while...Now that people feel safe around here again, things are getting back to normal."

He continued to puff on his cigarette as he gave her the run down, the occasional pause obvious as if she hadn't smelled it before it was completely lit. At least his brand was organic. Finally reaching the office he moved ahead of her to open the door for her. Ushering her in, he took one more good look at the office to be certain he wasn't leaving anything immediately necessary to have behind. Immediately he spotted his experimental umbrella, and soon after a cane. Considering his continued practice in Bartitsu and Fencing, he'd be needing those items not just to perfect, but to employ on a normal basis. Perhaps another time he could share his inventions with her, show her what brilliance simplicity could bring. Perhaps her joy in them would be the final push he'd need to hit the ground running with finishing project he had started.

"If you remember Captain Rebecca, she has been promoted to Commander Rebecca. Her two psion sisters survived with her on that ship, but they lost two great men that day, phenomenal Wizards. The five of them had been together since first coming here from the Keep. Her sister's resigned shortly after, but she refuses to walk away until she finds that Doctor. I've tried giving her the 'revenge isn't right' talk, though she refuses to heed my advice. At least with her promotion I have less worry of her sneaking off alone, still keep an eye on her, but keep your distance."

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There was no doubt in her mind that he had run things splendidly in her absence as he had the first time. While he hadn't been reliable in matters of the heart, the man was reliable in other ways that made a difference. Akako appreciated that she could have discussions of economics, social issues, and politics at length and never become bored. Heated, maybe, but never bored. 

She listened to the cadence of his voice as they strolled at a languid pace down the hall. There were others that were beginning to rise for the day and servants that saw the pair would pause to bow as Xartia and Akako continued their path. Every so often, the vixen would nod as she listened to Xartia give her a full update on what had happened with the Dr. Her lips were pressed into a grim line at that. Having a convict on the loose was not good. She would have to send her own trackers out to find the prisoner. She had a team of inu that were well suited for tracking and would undoubtedly find their man. 

"We will track down this Doctor. I will need assistance from the Captain though, if you could arrange a meeting."

When Xartia stepped in front of her to open the door, Akako gave him an appraising look, her lips quirking up into a smile as she swept past him and into the room. It was cramped, that was the first thing she noticed and she immediately forgot her earlier appreciation as she stood before the desk, her golden eyes sweeping over everything. Her tail swished in annoyance and her gaze flickered over to Xartia as she frowned. 

"This is a prison... not an office." 

She was tempted to use her magic to bend the space in the room, but quickly remembered that her yoki was in poor shape. Frowning, Akako made her way around the desk and peered at the documents in neat piles categorized by what needed to be reviewed, what needed to be reviewed and signed, then things that were being sent out as well as various other letters from other lands that didn't require action. She hummed in appreciation then glanced up at Xartia again. 

When she did, she realized that he would likely leave her today. They didn't have much time. Akako wondered if she would prefer to spend it talking about the state of the economy, or catching up on what they had been doing from their last meeting. With a sigh, Akako took a seat at the desk and crossed her legs beneath the desk. 

"And how far along are you on the academy?"

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"We will track down this Doctor. I will need assistance from the Captain though, if you could arrange a meeting."

"Certainly."

He answered simply as she passed him and entered the office. He could feel her thoughts before she spoke them.

"This is a prison... not an office."

"I assure you that half of this mess, at least half is nothing more then my personal interest and my studies. Had I planned on your arrival and it's outcome, I'd have already cleaned my things out. Not to worry though, I'll clear your space before I take my leave."

"And how far along are you on the academy?"

question he pondered briefly. The attack on the parade  in which he advertised his school left a bad taste in his mouth. For the longest he prohibited the completion and opening of the academy out of concern for other's safety. By the time these worries subsided however, finally accepting he and his colleagues weren't personally targeted, the Magestorm came with a slow pass. As the nature of the storm entailed, all things magical severely weakened beneath it's influence. There was no use premiering a magical academy when nature itself was working against the likes. 

"With the recent Magestorm passed us, and with you taking the reigns of the city, I can project having the academy ready, open, and operating within a months time. I'll focus on it before committing to opening my Haberdashery. The summer will likely be dedicated to registration and orientation, assuming all hiring is complete during the spring. Projected first full semester with classes, late summer, early fall. I don't project large classes solely thanks to this worlds skewed views on what is considered sanctioned and unsanctioned magic, though I'm sure our future alumni will play a huge roll in gaining a positive reputation as time moves forward...If you find any capable members of the city that are willing and wish to conduct courses geared more towards yokai, please direct them my way. I'd like to believe advanced and specialty courses outside of my basic curriculum will also attract more students. Please, don't be discouraged by my want to teach many. I have faith that the majority of those I teach will never stand to be culprits, only victims in self defense. Anything worth learning to harm many people they will have to learn on their own, and even then I have a plan on how to monitor my pupils even when they aren't right in front of me."

An invasion of privacy for sure, though a necessary one that he'd try his damnedest to try and keep under wraps. Akako was within a need to know basis, and would be even if they hadn't started being so cohesive with one another suddenly. As the Regent of Caelum, she needed to know everything that was happening or would happen in her economy. If she denied his methods, then he'd rebuke them and leave his students to trust and chance. Otherwise each student would be fitted with a bracelet or ring that not only would limit their magics to a reasonable measure, but also alert Xartia directly of any unauthorized casting, or tampering. Otherwise it simply recorded the students use of magics for later evaluation. If anything bad came to happen from one of his, tracking them was a none issue. Any suspect will answer for their crimes, once proven guilty of course.

"Spring has come, and with the season, you. Are you going to consider hosting another Flower Festival this year?"

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Akako's eyes closed as she listened to Xartia go into detail about his plans for the academy and she found herself smiling. Never had she considered adding courses regarding yokai; however, it was an excellent idea. Somehow, she wasn't surprised by the Cambion suggesting such a thing. She didn't know if it was for her benefit, but she liked to think that maybe it was. Educating the masses on yokai culture, habits, and the various species and the little nuances to each of them was something that Akako could appreciate. There were so many that didn't understand them and perceived her kind to be innately evil which was not an accurate representation. 

"I can think of a few that would gladly teach courses geared towards yokai." Her lashes lifted and she gazed up at the still standing Cambion. Even he could gain from learning about kitsune specifically, the subtle cues that she gave through body language and touch. He would otherwise never know her meaning if she didn't teach him. One day, perhaps. 

At the last statement, Akako nodded somberly. She understood the necessity of surveillance. She imagined he also planned on creating an ongoing course regarding ethics and morals to help guide the students on the right path. Unfortunately, though, there was always a rotten egg. Sometimes it didn't matter what good intentions were had; someone would inevitably fall off the path of good and realign into something sinister. It was a balancing act that Akako was all too familiar with and present in every world she had resided in. 

Akako couldn't help the smile that curled her lips at the Cambion's wording. She idly wondered if he considered her to be like the spring. Warm, bright, filled with hope... It was impossible for that to be the case. Akako always felt she was better associated with fall, the prelude to barren trees and the ending of something. Even if it was impossible, Akako found that she delighted in the idea of him associating her to the season that signified new beginnings. 

"Of course. I plan on Hanami becoming an annual tradition. It will be good for the city, much like your academy and the Haberdashery."

There was a pause and Akako then renewed her smile before leaning on the desk, her chin propped in the palms of her hands. "Would you like to escort me this year to make up for last year?" Her tails flicked this way and that as amusement glinted in her golden eyes. It was an excuse for him to come back sooner than later. 

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"Is that even a question? I'd be honored."

It was rather cute now that he noticed it. For once she spoke to him more common that usual. Referring to herself as 'me' as opposed to 'This One'. The smile that claimed his face was all the more genuine as he'd keep the notice to himself and continue to watch the different ways she'd act towards him. It wasn't quite like getting to know a whole other person, though this is perhaps the first time he had ever been completely on her good side, without the bad to tarnish his experience. Likewise, he hadn't given her a single reason to act out. It's as if they were never not compatible, more like they were just at different points of their lives and neither was ready for the other.

"I'll be sure to try and arrange it to where the Prince might at least accompany me. I'm sure Red feels safest in the Keep, though perhaps she can be swayed. There's no telling how much she misses you."

As much as she had kept her distance, so had he. This only further proved the point. Despite having a child with him, Red never seemed to harbor feelings over his absence like she did Akako's. They held a bond he'd never understand intimately, though he respected it without question. Still, it almost seemed as if whatever they shared had come and gone after a long season. Then again, there was so much going on it was getting hard for him to keep up with it all. Without sitting in direct office, perhaps now he can actually accomplish investigating on all fronts. Unless he was mistaken, Roen was too busy to worry about Red and her choices, though she remained in the Keep regardless. Perhaps she was wise to plan ahead, for eventually his son wouldn't be such a distraction. He wasn't clear as to why she feared the Devil so much, though he was certain that no harm would come to pass over her or the child Xartia himself shared with her.

"Then again, I'm sure she can sense your presence. One of you will seek the other out when the time is right. I'll just focus on getting to know Khaliq. I still can't believe he summoned you...I know how old he is, how old does he look now?"

With more human lineage that his father or any of his half siblings, the Prince grew significantly slower, though still at a slightly higher rate than a normal human child. Without the accelerated time of dimensions outside of this one, he'd really have a stunted growth rate. A gift and a curse, either way. Still, Xartia couldn't imagine he looked older than a toddler just yet. According to sent word, Xartia had been informed some few months ago about the boy's failure to cry. A feature he was eager to investigate for himself. Surely the boy could cry, though perhaps he didn't need to. Why he wouldn't need to was precisely was the Cambion had always wondered, though Red inevitably quit sending him any letters or updates. A reason to have gone to check on them sooner, though from his incredibly far view, they were just fine. 

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"...no telling how much she misses you." 

It was white noise after that. The vixen didn't want Red to come near her, not after what she'd done behind the psion's back. It was purposeful, though not planned. Unintentional with the added benefit that perhaps Akako could save the Scarlet Queen from herself and her. The Lady of the Void brought death to mortals foolish enough to get close, like a plague of bad luck, and Akako didn't want Red to have anything to do with it. So, true to her nature, Akako would do the most despicable thing to push her away. Soon, Red would find out. Chances were Xartia would learn of it too eventually, and she wondered how he'd react. She couldn't imagine him caring considering his personality, but it worried her regardless. 

"...he is, how old does he look now?" 

Akako wondered if it was noticeable that she'd tuned out part of what the Cambion said. Fortunately, she at least heard his question and forced her lips to curl into a feigned smile. 

"Young - appears to be a toddler. I didn't ask him for his age when we met."

Then came a knock at the door and Akako lifted her eyes to glance in that direction. In the doorway with the door left open, Akako's second familiar stood with a tray in hand. The corners of her eyes crinkled as she smiled with her eyes. Her beak prevented standard methods of smiling in her case. 

"Enter." 

Jun bowed her head and stepped into the threshold. Placing the tray on the nearest shelf, she lowered herself to bow before Akako rose her hand to prevent her from lowering herself entirely. Instead, the falcon yokai bowed at the waist, the dripping feathers around her face tumbling over her shoulders and hiding her face before she rose again. 

"Greetings, Denka." 

"You may drop the formalities, Jun."

"Yes, my lady. Aiyoku is currently managing the estate and requested that I return to serve your first meal." 

Akako nodded absently as Jun retrieved the tray again, then approached the desk. The vixen moved some things around to make room for the miso soup and rice that Jun placed in front of her along with sauteed vegetables. Jun then poured a glass of an aromatic floral tea for the daiyokai and a second glass for Xartia. 

"Apologies, My Lord. I didn't realize Akako-sama had company. I will request a meal on your behalf. Is there anything, in particular, you'd like?"

The daiyokai regarded her newest familiar with kind eyes, always impressed with how well spoken she was despite the beak and the way that she often shivered to unruffle herself. Her body language was entirely different from Akako's and so communicating had been difficult at first until Jun learned subtle cues that Akako would give with the direction of her ears or how her tails were positioned. It was the same for Akako - only time allowed her to understand Jun's particular quirks in order to better understand her. 

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