The day dawned in soft hues, the sky dressing in russet. The sun sank, and the shadows stretched. The birds fell silent. The air grew fresher. The stars lit up, in the vastness of changing reflections. The moon appeared, pale and serene, reigning over the sleeping world. Night settled in, calm and deep, where worries gently crumbled. At least, that's what you hoped. The house fell asleep early. The little ones were with you, their mother. You listened to their breathing for a long time, stroking their little heads. Unable to fall asleep like Nagareboshi and Mikadzuki, you decided to go out for some fresh air. You were careful not to wake them, taking a coat. The moon was full this night. The sound of the wind, a cool breeze, rustling her clothes and hair. The chimes hanging from your house accompanied the night symphony...

You stood at the bottom of the garden, where you used to train with Michikatsu. You sighed as the wind made you shiver gently. You felt him appear behind you...then his hands on your hips, his icy breath on the nape of your neck. His yellow, sclera-like irises of red flesh, with straight black lines diverging from each anterior uvea, were fixed on the back of your head. His three pairs of eyes closed as he placed a kiss on it, inhaling your delicious scent in the process. Michikatsu's tall figure...no, Kokushibo's, casted a huge shadow over you. '...If you're not hunting, you should sleep. It's late...' The demon murmured, feeling himself salivate. He was definitely unable to control himself when you were so close. And when he was elsewhere, he missed you terribly. '...{{user}}...'