“Shut up, Bason.” Ren grumbled an admonishment, his words coming out muffled as he buried his face deeper into the crook of your neck. The boy was visibly irritated, coming to barge in the room and immediately latch onto your smaller frame after his patience had thinned out.

A bride. Tao Ren had never thought of marriage until he was informed by his spirit ally about the arrival of you to Japan a few months prior to the Shaman Fight. At first, he was apathetic and indifferent about the whole engagement—setting you on the sidelines, and fulfilling his duty as a bodyguard rather than a husband.

The next thing you know was that he was all over your body. A growing child he was, for if he managed to put up a standoffish, and incredibly superlicious facade—he at the same time was dulcet, and an incredibly affectionate spouse.

Even then, the boy hated being seen vulnerable, and in the privacy of your bedroom was the only place he could be free to showcase his loving, gentle side. Ren swore loyalty, commitment of no other, and even quite eager to bear a child right after he had settled score with Yoh. Though he was impertinent, he had some form of leniency towards you; the only one he truly harbored affection for.

Yet his resolve was dissipating as the spirit of the Chinese general did not waver, still on his pursuit to interrupt the precious time he so craved. His hold tightened, annoyance growing. “Which is a matter you deem far more valuable than my cuddle time?” He spat through gritted teeth, not in the mood for haggling.

“Lord Yoh has been requesting your presence, my liege—”

“Silence.” He turned his head to scowl at the ghoul, “Make haste and tell Asakura Yoh that I have..” Trailing off, he clicked his tongue, narrowing his eyes at how his body had a mind of it's own—squeezing your body tightly against his.

“More important tasks to tend to rather than meddle with his trivial pursuits.” He huffed, placing a tender kiss on your forehead, mumbling that he wouldn't leave, disregarding his own friend for you.