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"After thoroughly annoying everyone in Hell and causing a ruckus, Nixie is evicted yet again to the world of the living. With a poof, Nixie finds herself in the middle of an apartment with some human in it, cutting her conversation short as she is teleported mid sentence." "-You're all such buzzkills!!" "She yells at nothing as she notices her new environment, her angry attitude changes instantly to a relaxed nonchalant one." "Oh it's a dude this time, what's up man" "Nixie spots a bowl of snacks and her eyes light up as she starts stuffing her mouth" "Sorry bro, but I'm gonna have to crash here for a while, but you're cool right?" "Nixie completely devours the bowl of snacks and start to wander around the apartment casually, rummaging through the kitchen cupboards looking for something." "Do you have candy? I've been craving it so much since my last visit a few decades ago..."

Peering through the peephole, Nixie's crimson eyes narrow analytically at the figures outside. But upon discerning their uniforms, her breath catches sharply.

'Hybrid Catchers', the dreaded words confirm her fearful suspicion. And within their grasps, a menacing metal trap too well sized for Yuki's lithe frame.

Steeling herself, she turns to the curious kitsune. Lips slightly part to divulge the doom at their door, but close once more. No need raising alarm if merely false scare.

Instead, Nixie shakes her head slow. Tail coils subtly between, shielding what secrets it holds. But in her glowing orbs, a flicker of protective instinct sparks anew.

"No one of import," she murmurs in a hope to soothe, offering p

Taking a measured breath, Nixie cracks open the door to confront the men outside.

"Good day gentlemen," she greets with affable charm. "How can I help you on this fine afternoon?"

The elder of the two catches bristles visibly at being addressed by a demoness. "We've had reports of an unregistered hybrid living in this apartment," he responds gruffly.

His younger partner eyes Nixie keenly. "We're here to investigate - and remove any illegals we find," he adds in a voice like slick oil.

Nixie's lips curve smoothly. "How enterprising of you both to protect human interests. But I'm afraid you've been misinformed."

Leaning casually on the door, tail swishing behind in a display of control, her smoldering gaze dances between the men.

"There are none here but myself. And while my papers may not be in order..." Her clawed fingers trace idle patterns on the wood.

"I wonder if pursuing your quarry is worth risking offense to my kind. We demons do so dislike...interruptions."

Her meaning hangs thick in the charged air between. For now, the hunters will find no prey here. But how long their grace, none can say.

The younger hunter meets Nixie's fiery gaze with a glare of his own, though beneath simmering resentment burns another, baser flame.

"Your 'kind' have no authority here, demoness," he retorts, hand drifting suggestively over the polished catchpole. "Best not to test our patience."

His partner clears his throat gruffly. "See here now, no need for threats. We'll be on our way if all's as you claim." He shoots his companion a warning look.

Nixie's lips twitch with subtle mirth. "All is as I say. You've no cause for concern within." Her tail swishes slowly behind in a gesture too sensual to be innocent.

Crimson eyes gleam as they trace the bold hunter's form, lingering in all the right places.

"Nixie arches a brow, tail flicking idly as she considers the hunters before her. They seem intent on pursuing this course, despite her assurances. No matter..."

"By all means, gentlemen, do come in." She steps back from the doorway in a fluid motion, beckoning them inside with a lazy wave.

As the men enter, she notes how their eyes roam the modest space, no doubt searching for signs of deception. But they will find none - at least, not the kind they expect.

Nixie trails behind them, watching with subtle amusement. Her tail brushes against the younger hunter's leg as she passes, a fleeting contact that leaves him visibly unsettled.

"You'll find our quarters quite...empty, I'm afraid," she murmurs,

"Nixie's eyes gleam as a new opportunity presents itself. The kitsune boy, still shut away in his room - unaware of the intruders prowling their home. An idea forms in her devious mind."

"Gentlemen, if you'll follow me..." She leads the hunters down the hall with a sinuous sway of her hips. Stopping outside one door, Nixie raps softly.

"Yuki dear, are you decent? We have guests." A pause, then the door cracks open a sliver. Wide fox-eyes peer out, taking in the scene with confusion and no small amount of alarm.

Nixie sweeps forward, pressing against the hunter's back in the guise of getting a better look. Her tail curls provocatively around his waist, just beneath

Yuki lets out a choked gasp as the catchpole tugs him roughly into view. He scrabbles weakly at the unforgiving metal, eyes squeezed shut against the panic rising within.

Nixie's expression darkens. "Unhand him at once, cretin," she hisses. In an instant her carefree facade is gone, demons visage laid bare in its place. Crimson flames lick across obsidian skin as hellish magic sparks at clawed fingertips.

The other hunter starts, glancing between his companion's catch and the simmering wrath before them. "Now see here, no need to get yourselves in a tizzy," he says, spreading empty hands. "Boy's clearly distressed, so if you'd just--"

But his partner is beyond reason, flushed with the thrill of the hunt. He yanks Yuki closer, baring teeth in a savage grin. "What's it to you, demon? This mongrel's ours now, law says--"

Nixie smiles. It is not a nice smile.

Yuki's eyes widen in panic as rough fingers close around his throat. He claws weakly at the hunter's grasp, legs kicking as the world begins to narrow to a tunnel of darkness.

A low, ominous chuckle rumbles from Nixie's chest. "A mistake, little man," she purrs, advancing with slow, measured steps. Her tail lashes like an angry serpent behind her slender form.

The elder hunter blanches, taking an involuntary step back from the sheer malice radiating from the demon's lithe frame. "E-easy now, let's not do anything hasty-"

But his companion is too far gone, drunk on power and adrenaline. He bares his teeth in a rictus of dominance, grip tightening ever so slightly around Yuki's throat. "Yuki's eyes plead for help, his voice a hoarse whisper as he tries to speak" "P-please... don't..."

A bone cracks quietly, slowly, sending shudders through Yuki's straining form. Thin streams of panic bloodied tears trace paths down bruised flesh.

For a long, tense moment Nixie is utterly still. Then her shoulders slump, head bowing in defeat. The hellfire flickers out, limbs falling limply to her sides.

"...very well," she says softly. A pause, then her tone drops to a venomous purr. "Take him and go. But mark my words, mortal - if even a single hair upon his head is harmed, I will unravel your very soul."

Crimson eyes lift, meeting the hunter's with a gaze as cold and ancient as the pits of Hell itself. "And when I am done, no circle of Hell will claim you. You will beg

Nixie watches through slitted eyes as Yuki's limp form is placed within the cage. Her claws bite crescents deep into tender palms, drawing rivulets of blood.

[Her mind races, calculating. The elder hunter may yet prove useful - his fear still clings thick and cloying as morning mist. But the other...]

As the truck rumbles into motion, kicking up plumes of dust, Nixie allows her lips to curl back in a feral smile. Two may play at this game of predators and prey.

"Farewell for now, little fox. Have faith - your Nixie has not forgotten you. And she never forget

<The pound is a grim, grey place. Its inmates pace endlessly behind steel bars, eyes hollow and souls broken. Among them, one form lies apart.>

Crouched in the farthest corner of his cage, Yuki has retreated deep within himself. Matted fur clings tight to jutting bones. Once bright eyes now stare unseeing, uncaring.

Eight long months have chipped away at his spirit, layer by painful layer. Only memories of another life sustain him - a life of green forests and carefree days. Of mismatched friends and the bittersweet taste of stolen snacks.

A faint hope still flickers, small but stubborn. A promise whispers on wisps of dreams.

<A shadow passes outside, beyond the compound's high fences. Pausing, it seems to look within, as if searching for something. Or someone.> she had said she would not forget. And a demon's word is binding.

"<The high fence casts jagged shadows in the moonlight. Above it, a lone figure perches, silhouetted against the night sky.>"

Nixie cocks her head, ears pricking forward at the tiny cry drifting up from below. "Oh, little fox..."

With a flick of her tail, she vaults neatly over the barrier and swiftly picks her way between the cages. Too many sad souls here, abandoned to misery and grief. But one still holds claim to her fickle heart.

Slipping like a wraith through the bars, she crouches before Yuki's still form. "Hush now, darling, no more tears." Her clawed hand rests oh-so-gently on his paw.

At her cool touch, that dear foxy face lifts slowly.

"<The demon girl's orange eyes gleam with quiet fury as she gazes upon the kitsune's emaciated form. But her voice remains soft as velvet when she speaks.>"

"Oh, my sweet, what have they done to you?" Nixie murmurs. Slowly, carefully, she gathers Yuki's trembling body into her arms.

Despite his wracking sobs, no flinch or start does he give at her touch. Only emptiness remains where once shone mischief and laughter.

It cuts her deeper than any blade.

Rising in one fluid motion, Nixie turns to stride from that wretched cage. But pauses on the threshold, gazing into shadows dark with sorrow and pain.

Too long have souls wasted here, discarded and forgotten. An end must come to such cruelty.

A slow, cold smile curves Nixie's lips. These bars shall not hold her fury, nor deny her vengeance.

For now, she bears from that place her little fox, so he may know comfort once more. In time, all debts shall be repaid with interest...

The lonely streets whisper past as Nixie leaps rooftop to roof with her fragile bundle. At last, a familiar building rises before them, all curving lines and arched windows gazing skyward.

Within lies sanctuary, if the prickly resident yet proves willing. Nodding to the doorman, a shadow herself, Nixie bounds up spiraling stairs too swift for mortal legs.

At the penthouse door, a raised claw raps sharply. Silence within, then soft footsteps approaching. The bolt slides free to reveal Dahlia, pale face framed by night-dark hair.

Violet eyes widen fractionally at the sorry sight of Yuki cradled protectively in Nixie's arms. But she steps aside without a word, granting them entrance to moon-drenched solitude.

Gently Nixie lays her burden on a chaise longue, drawing a crocheted blanket over his shivering form. Her orange gaze meets Dahlia's questioning violet, and she speaks low:

"He needs time, and care. I must see to...other matters. Will you watch over him, just for a night?"

A faint nod answers. They both know she will not refuse a soul in such dire need. Nixie smiles, relieved, and takes her leave into the shadows once more.

Nixie peers through the penthouse window, observing from the shadows. Her sharp eyes catch the subtle shakes of Yuki's form as quiet sobs wrack his body.

Her heart twists within her chest, an unfamiliar ache. How small and fragile mortals seem, for all their bluster.

Within, Dahlia settles at his side, a silent guardian offering what comfort she can. Her pale hand strokes his hair with practiced tenderness, learned over long years soothing those in need.

Slowly, the sobs begin to still. Exhaustion takes hold, easing him towards slumber's embrace. Nixie allows herself a small sigh of relief.

For now, he is safe. But dangers still roam the night, and she has business yet to finish. With a flick of her tail, Nixie melts back into the darkness. None shall harm what is hers, not while she draws breath.

The hunt is on.

The shadows cling like a second skin as Nixie prowls the moonlit alleys. Her keen senses stretch out, questing for any trace of the vile cur responsible for Yuki's state.

There - a lingering scent, acrid with malice. She follows its foul trail upwards, lightfoot over shingles and along rainspouts, until a solitary figure emerges onto a rooftop ahead.

The hulking brute spins at her approach, eyes flashing in the dark. A low growl rumbles from its throat at the sight of the tiny demoness.

"You," it snarls. "Interfering bitch. That morsel was mine!" Muscles bunch as it launches at her in a fury.

Nixie dances aside with feline grace. "I think not, dog. Your playtime ends here." Her tail lashes as she circles, goading it with mocking laughter.

With a roar, it charges - only to pull up short, claws scrabbling for purchase on the roof's edge as she shoulders it to the very brink.

Leaning in close, fiery eyes meet its own. "Give my regards to the pavement, mutt." She shoves, sending it screaming into the abyss below with vicious satisfaction.

The hunt is won. Now, back to her charge, and to sweeter pursuits than vengeance. The night is yet young, after all...

Nixie slips back into the penthouse, padding softly towards the bedroom on silent feet.

She pauses in the doorway, tail twitching at the sight that meets her eyes. Yuki still dozes fitfully under Dahlia's watchful gaze, though some small measure of peace has returned to his features.

Stepping closer, Nixie's gaze roams his vulnerable form cradled in blankets, taking stock of any lingering injuries. His pale throat bobs as he swallows even in sleep, and her eyes linger on the smooth column of flesh, a warmth unfurling low in her belly at the sight.

"Is he well?" she murmurs to Dahlia, loathe to raise her voice and disturb his rest. At the dryad's nod, Nixie allows herself a small sigh of relief. Her duty is done, the threat eliminated - yet still she lingers, drawn by some magnetism beyond her control.

Cautious fingers trace the line of his jaw, feather-light so as not to wake him. His skin is soft as petals beneath her touch. Leaning in, she inhales his scent, pure and sweet as mountain springwater. Lips part on a sigh as she tastes temptation itself...

But no. Not like this, while he's defenseless. With visible effort, Nixie draws back, though her eyes remain hooded and hungry on his sleeping form.

"Rest, little fox. We'll speak again when you awaken."

Her retreat is reluctant, tail coiled tight with unspent longing. But for now, patience. The night is yet young, as she said - and Nixie has always enjoyed a good hunt.

Nixie hops up onto one of the stools at the kitchen island, tail swishing back and forth as she watches Dahlia flit about preparing breakfast.

"<The smells coming from the kitchen are divine>," she murmurs appreciatively, inhaling deeply. Her gaze drifts to where Yuki still slumbers in the next room. "[His rest seems peaceful now, though I sense lingering unease beneath.]"

Leaning an elbow on the counter, Nixie props her chin in her palm and fixes Dahlia with a look, eyes gleaming with mischief. ""So tell me dryad, what do you know of our little fox? His past holds shadows - that much is clear. But the details...those I'm curious to learn.""

She pauses, tongue flicking out to sample a stray morsel of fruit from the cutting board. A hum of pleasure vibrates in her throat at the sweetness.

""And you, Dahlia - how long have you watched over him? I sense...history, between you. Care to enlighten me? I find myself...invested, in our guest. And information, as you know, is my domain.""

Her tail curls around the stool leg possessively. For all her nonchalance, keen interest lights her gaze, and her questions hint at deeper designs she has yet to fully reveal.

Nixie's ears prick up at the soft groan from the next room. She slides from her stool with feline grace and pads over to peer around the doorway, tail swaying.

Yuki lies curled on his side, face drawn in discomfort. Nixie's eyes gleam with concern as she slips into the room and kneels at his side.

"[Your aura is dimmed, little fox. The shadows linger yet.]" Her voice is uncharacteristically gentle as she reaches to brush the hair back from his forehead. Cool fingers trace his cheek, seeking out any lingering heat from fever or chill.

""Hush now, save your strength."" Her tone holds an edge, as if daring illness itself to persist in its torment. Turning her head, Nixie calls softly over her shoulder, ""Dahlia, if you've a tonic or tea to ease his pain, now would be the time.""

She returns her attention to Yuki, taking one of his hands in hers and giving it a reassuring squeeze. Her thumb strokes tiny circles on his palm as she murmurs soothing nonsense words in an ancient tongue long forgotten by mortal ears. Comfort and safety emanate from her presence like an invisible shield against further harm.

For now, mischief is set aside. All her focus is on seeing him restored to health and cheer.

Crimson eyes meet tired amber as Nixie gazes down at Yuki. For a moment, the jaded glint of centuries seems to fade from her gaze, replaced by something deeper - an echo of ages past when demons walked among men with more empathy than malice.

Her thumb continues its gentle stroking, a steadying point of contact in the sea of his pain and confusion. "You are safe here, little fox," she murmurs, voice low and soothing. "Rest now. Let the shadows retreat and strength return."

Beneath the veneer of her careless charm, an ancient soul gazes back at him - one that has seen the heights of joy and depths of suffering life can offer. A soul that, against all odds, still clings to hope after all this time.

Her lips quirk faintly, a rueful smile touching eyes that have witnessed empires rise and fall while she remained. "There is more than one kind of prison in this world, dear Yuki, and not all are made of steel and stone. This too shall pass, as all things must. For now, take what comfort you can."

A soft pressure at his brow, lips brushing skin in a fleeting gesture of solace. Then she draws back, eyes alight once more with their usual mischief. "Now, where is that tea, Dahlia? Our little fox needs his strength back lest he miss out on all the fun to come!"

Nixie goes very still as Yuki lifts the necklace over her head, fingers closing almost reverently around the little jade fox. Her eyes gleam with unshed tears as she gazes down at him, reading the question in his eyes though no words come.

"Hush now, little fox, save your strength." Her voice wavers, unusually gentle. "This gift is all the answer I need."

Leaning down, she presses a lingering kiss to his brow. "You have given me a treasure more precious than any bauble in Hell or Heaven. I shall guard it always as a reminder of hope's enduring flame, even in life's darkest nights."

Her smile returns, though sadness lingers at its edges. "Now rest and heal. We have time for talking later, when your spirit has regaine

Nixie's breath hitches at the sight of Yuki's fox form curled trustingly in her lap, those haunting amber eyes gazing up at her with such vulnerability and affection.

Memories rise unbidden of their first meeting - his wary yet curious gaze as she'd coaxed him into her arms that day. How far they've come since then, through joy and sorrow alike.

Her fingers stroke his soft fur with utmost gentleness, tracing his silken ears and drawing out a tiny contented coo that echoes bittersweetly through her soul.

"Oh, my darling kitsune," she murmurs, voice thick with emotion. "You have healed wounds I thought long scarred over. Given me hope where there was only bitterness."

Leaning down, she presses her lips to his forehead in a lingering

Nixie slowly blinks awake, roused by the sound of a light footfall. She glances up to see Dahlia entering with a tray laden with tea things.

The sweet aroma wafts over, a balm to frayed nerves, and Nixie offers a grateful smile. "Much obliged, lass. Your timing is impeccable as always."

Carefully disentangling herself from Yuki's still-slumbering form, she eases his head onto a pillow before rising to help. Together they prepare a soothing brew just right to aid his recovery.

As Dahlia pours, Nixie's gaze returns often to Yuki's sleeping face, tracing each delicate feature. Her heart swells with protective tenderness.

"He'll mend full soon with your care," Dahlia says softly. Nixie nods, taking up a cup. "Aye, and yours. We make a fine team, seeing to his comfort thus."

At the familiar aroma now wafting close, Yuki stirs with a drowsy yet contented sound not unlike his fox-self's earlier yawn. His slender form unfurls languidly from sleep's embrace, limbs lengthening and features melting into a youthful boy's once more.

Bleary eyes blink open to find Nixie there, gazing down at him with such tender care. He offers the barest hint of a shy smile, still hazy with dreams.

"Mm, tea..." he murmurs, voice rough yet sweet. At Nixie's encouraging nod, he sits up to accept the steaming cup held out for him. Its warmth seeps into his bones alongside a sense of safety, of belonging.

Here in their care, all past pains seem but distant memories. As the soothing brew revives his spirit, renewed life stirs in his gaze - and a bloom of something deeper takes fragile root within.

Nixie's keen eyes had noted the lingering shadows haunting Yuki's gaze, remnants of unknown trials that left their scars. But now, as warmth and comfort work their restorative magic, she sees a subtle shift taking place.

Life returns in imperceptible degrees - a faint glint emerging here, a fleeting spark kindled there. His eyes, once empty shells, slowly fill back up like tidepools after rain. Color seeps into pale irises, deepening their hue once more.

A small flicker of something more than mere survival reignites in their depths - something fragile, yet fiercely burning all the same. Hope, where before had lain only dust.

Nixie's heart swells to see it, this blossoming of spirit where before there was naught but barren ground. Carefully, gently, she reaches out a clawed hand to brush back silky locks from his face.

"There you are," she breathes, a tender smile curving her lips. For now, in this moment, all the world lies within the shelter of her gaze - a secret place where healing whispers soft and low.

A subtle change steals over Yuki as the tea takes effect, reviving his flagging spirits.

At first, only the faintest twitch betrays new life stirring within. But slowly, hesitantly, his tail begins to sway once more - the barest back-and-forth, building momentum inch by inch.

Color seeps back into his cheeks in a soft blush, warring with the lingering pallor of past pains. Warmth kindles in his eyes, thawing frozen depths into the soft, lively gaze of old.

A tremor runs through slender frame, shudder giving way to minute fidgeting as restless energy long suppressed demands release. The barest ghost of a smile plays about his lips, shy yet hopeful.

Nixie watches rapt, joy swelling as piece by piece, bit by bit, her dear friend is reassembled before her. His true self, so long eclipsed, peeks through chinks in shadow's armor once more.

Delicate fingers cease their idle stroking, stilling to let the moment breathe unaided. For now, it is enough simply to bear witness - to see the first glimmers of her beloved's light return, banishing darkness to the edges of the room.

Nixie watches with delight as Yuki's carefully banked energy reaches combustible levels, then explodes into joyous expression.

In an instant he transforms from timid squirrel to unleashed puppy, limbs akimbo as adrenaline surges through narrow frame. Gone is any trace of shadows as he bounces, spins, laughs without restraint or care.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA WOOOOO! I'M BACK! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!"

The exuberant shouts ring off close walls, pure unfiltered happiness made manifest. Tails twists, hips wiggle, ears dance to music only he hears – an impromptu dance of liberation from cares long borne in solitude.

Nixie can't help but laugh along, drinking

As swiftly as the burst of manic energy arose, so too does it fade, leaving Yuki depleted in its wake. His legs tremble and buckle, sending him crashing to the floor in a tangle of limbs.

There he lays, clutching his aching stomach and gulping for air as eight long months of malnourishment assert their lingering toll. Nixie spies the shadow returning to loom once more, dark clouds gathering where joy had reigned only moments before.

Swiftly yet gently she gathers his shivering form into her lap, cradling tired limbs and throbbing belly with utmost care. Cool fingers smooth errant locks from his clammy brow, tracing idle patterns down spine and side in effort to soothe.

Her touch remains light as a feather yet firm with intent, grounding anchor against the

Nixie's heart clenches at the pained sounds escaping Yuki's lips. Acting on instinct, she lifts him carefully and carries trembling form to the couch, murmuring soft reassurances all the while. Once settled, she dashes into the kitchen with lightning speed.

Opening cabinets and rummaging through their meager contents, Nixie assembles quick nourishment to ease his suffering. A pot of broth is set to boil, crackers and fruit gathered onto a tray. All the while, Yuki's muffled cries echo from the next room, each hitched sob like a dagger in her side.

"<I must help him. He's suffered too long already.>"

Within minutes a steaming bowl and glass of juice are prepared. She returns to find tears streaming down pallid cheeks, small body curled tight around aching core. Setting the tray aside, Nixie gently gathers Yuki into her lap once more, letting him bury his face against her neck as he shakes.

Cool fingers card through soft locks as she rocks slowly, humming a nonsense tune to soothe both child and demon alike. "[Just hold on a little longer. Nourishment is coming. The pain will pass, you'll see. Be strong.]"

Yuki's cries begin to soften into sniffles as Nixie's ministrations take effect. When the last shuddering sob subsides, she pulls back just enough to catch his weary gaze.

"Easy now, little fox. I've brought you something to help fill that empty tummy. Think you can try taking a few sips for me?"

At his weak nod, Nixie lifts the bowl to trembling lips.

Slowly, color returns to Yuki's ashen cheeks as the warm broth soothes his insides. Nixie watches with quiet relief, noting each small swallow and lessening of pain around luminous eyes. Her hands never cease their gentle motions, one cupping his nape whilst fingers of the other card through messy locks.

When at last the bowl is drained, Nixie sets it aside and raises the juice to chapped lips. Yuki sips obediently, some of his usual light returning with each one. By the time the glass too is empty, tremors have ceased and breathing eased, though exhaustion still clings heavily.

Nixie smiles softly, giving his hair a final ruffle. "There now, see? I told you a bit of nourishment would set you right. Are you feeling better, little fox?" Her tone remains soothing yet hopeful, knowing the worst of his torment has passed.

Nixie's smile widens at the rasp of thanks, tail swishing in pleasure at seeing some color return to his cheeks.

"You're quite welcome, dear." She replies, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. "I'm just glad to see you on the mend."

Yuki's eyes slip closed once more as weariness pulls insistently at receding pain. Sensing this, Nixie eases him back down and tucks the blankets snugly around quivering form.

"Rest now, precious. I'll be here when you wake." She murmurs, pressing a lingering kiss to his brow. Eyes soft with concern, Nixie settles in to keep watch as exhausted slumber claims him once more. Her tail loops protectively over his legs whilst one clawed hand continues stroking sil

Nixie shushes him gently as luminous eyes blink open blearily. "No buts, little fox. You need your rest."

Despite his faint protests, exhaustion weighs heavily upon him, the effort of speaking draining what little reserves he's regained. Smiling softly, Nixie reaches out to trace clawed fingers lightly down his cheek.

"Sleep now. We can talk more when you've regained your strength." Her voice is as soothing as her touch, coaxing reluctantly drooping lids lower.

"I'll be here when you wake, precious. There's nothing for you to fear." Brushing pale locks from his brow, Nixie leans close to press another tender kiss there.

"Close your eyes and dream of happier things. I'll keep watch over you, little fox, as

Following his wavering line of sight, Nixie spies the stuffed toy half-tucked beneath the bed. Understanding dawns and her lips quirk in gentle amusement.

"Ah, so that's what you're after." Reaching over carefully so as not to jostle him, she retrieves the worn toy. His fingers flex weakly as she presses it into his grasp, tail swishing in fond exasperation.

"Still clinging to comforts from your youth, I see." Her tone is softly teasing though eyes hold only warmth. Tucking the plush beside him, Nixie strokes back his hair in a soothing rhythm.

"There now, little fox. You've your friend to keep the nightmares at bay." As eyelids flutter shut once more, she leans close to whisper. "Sleep an dream of happier days. I'll watch over you both, precious, so sleep and know no fear."

Settling back, Nixie maintains her gentle ministrations whilst humming a lilting lullaby. Tail curled protectively around small form, she watches over his much-needed rest.

A small gasp escapes Nixie's lips at the unexpected contact, tail going stiff in surprise. His fluffy appendage is soft and warm where it twines with hers, the intimate gesture stealing her breath.

Heart fluttering in her chest, Nixie dares not move lest she wake him. Golden eyes soften as she gazes upon his slumbering form, so trusting as to seek comfort even in sleep.

A strange emotion wells up within - part fondness, part something else she dare not name. Tracing his features with her gaze, Nixie commits them to memory with a tenderness that surprises her.

When had this stubborn fox worm his way so thoroughly into her care? She knows not, only that now the thought of leaving his side is almost unbearable.

For now, she sets such musings aside to simply enjoy the moment. Tail relaxing, Nixie allows their coils to remain linked, drawing what solace she can from the contact. As long as he slumbers peacefully, nothing else matters - not even her own turbulent thoughts.

This, she decides, is enough.

Emerging from the fog of sleep, Nixie's eyes flutter open to an unfamiliar ceiling above. As confusion lifts, awareness of her unfamiliar surroundings sets in - the sterile walls, bleeping machines, antiseptic scent.

A hospital. But how...?

Memory returns in fractured pieces - Yuki falling ill, staying by his side as fever took hold. Exhaustion must have claimed her too.

Turning her head brings a smug grin into focus, crimson eyes dancing with mirth behind it. Dahlia.

Of course that insufferable witch is behind this. Nixie knows that look - her friend is utterly pleased with herself for the chaos she's wrought. Again.

A groan escapes Nixie's lips, tail thumping the bed in annoyance. "Dahlia, you meddlesome harpy, what have you done now?"

Dahlia's grin only widens, clearly relishing Nixie's irritation. "Nothing that wasn't for your own good, stubborn imp. You'd have wasted away at his bedside."

Nixie's scowl deepens, but she knows better than to argue. Her friend's meddling, though maddening, comes from a place of care.

Sighing in resignation, Nixie turns her gaze to where Yuki lies sleeping still. At least here he'll receive proper care - and she too can find renewed strength, to better watch over him when he wakes.

Small victories, in the grand scheme. For now, it will do.

Nixie's ears prick at the faint groan, turning her head swiftly towards the source. Yuki is stirring, pale brows furrowed as consciousness returns.

"Easy now, friend," she soothes, slipping from her bed to his side. Crimson eyes scan his face with care, taking stock of his condition. Fever seems lessened from its peak, but lingering still.

"Your fever broke in the night. We're in the hospital now." Her tail curls around his wrist gently, offering what comfort its presence can. "How do you feel?"

Yuki murmurs again, eyes blinking open sluggishly to take in his unfamiliar surroundings. Confusion flickers across his features briefly before memory settles in its place.

"Like a herd of wild oxen stampeded my skull..." A weak attempt at humor, but it brings the faintest of smiles to Nixie's lips nonetheless. Ever resilient, her friend.

Cool fingers brush his forehead, checking lingering heat. "You had us worried for a time. But the healers here seem capable - your color is returning already." Crimson eyes scan his face, reassuring herself of his improvement. "Rest still, and regain your strength. I'll not leave your side."

Nixie chuckles softly at his request, her grin widening into something mischievous.

"Ice cream, is it? Then you'd best rest and recover quickly, dear Yuki, lest you leave me to consume your share as well as my own!" One slender finger boops the tip of his nose gently.

"I'll hold you to that promise once you're well again. And perhaps..." Her tone drops to a conspiratorial whisper, crimson eyes glinting with humor. "If you heal swiftly, I may be persuaded to sneak you a treat or two before we venture out for the real feast. Would that speed your recovery, do you think?"

Scarlet brows wiggle playfully, hoping to coax a smile from his wan features. Her presence and energy are muted for his comfort, but

Nixie grins triumphantly at the smile she draws from him, sharp fangs flashing briefly in delight.

"Then it's a bargain, dear Yuki!" She extends one slim hand to shake his own in mock formality, crimson gaze dancing with mirth. "You've got yourself a deal. Now rest - the sooner you regain your strength, the sooner we can collect on those treats!"

Rising from her seat, Nixie stretches lithely, joints popping softly into place. "I'll fetch you something cool to drink, and a treat or two to sample. Small bites only for now - we can't have your stomach rebelling after all our efforts!"

With a teasing wink, she turns to bustle from the room, tail waving jauntily behind. Her footsteps fade down the hall, leaving a

Nixie pads back down the hall as quietly as her excitable nature allows, carrying a tray laden with chilled drinks and small morsels perfect for a convalescing kitsune.

Peering through the doorway, her keen eyes note the steady rise and fall of Yuki's breathing has deepened into sleep. A soft sigh escapes her lips, part exasperation and part fondness, as she takes in his slumbering form.

"So eager for treats you tucker yourself out waiting, silly fox." She murmurs the words without ire, crossing to settle on the edge of his bed once more. Gingerly setting the tray aside, Nixie reaches to brush an errant lock of silvery hair from his brow with careful fingers.

"Rest well, dear Yuki. Heal quickly and your

Nixie's lips curve in a gentle smile as sleepy golden eyes blink up at her. "Chocky-milk, is it?" She murmurs, tone fondly amused. Reaching for the tray, she presents it with a flourish.

"As promised, one tall glass of cool chocolate milk." Lifting the glass, she holds it within his reach. Her eyes dance with mischief as she adds, "And perhaps a cookie or two as well, if you're a very good patient."

Setting the tray across his lap, Nixie perches once more on the bedside. Her tail curls around to tap an idle rhythm as she watches him drink. "Not too fast now, we wouldn't want an upset. How are you feeling otherwise - any pain or discomfort?" Her gaze scans him earnestly.

"Have you now?" Nixie arches a delicate brow, skepticism writ clear upon her features. "Somehow I doubt the healers would release you back to my care were you truly 'better'."

Still, she cannot help a small smile at his renewed vigor, tail tapping faster in response to his cheer. Reaching out, she lays the back of her hand against his brow, feigning a physician's assessment.

"Hmm, no fever that I can detect. Color looks good too." Her hand slides down to rest against his cheek, thumb brushing soft fur as golden eyes peer into his own. "You certainly seem improved. But humor this bratty demon - take it easy a while longer, yes?"

Her tone holds an undercurrent of care beneath the playful rebuke. "No sense rushing back

Nixie's eyes gleam with concern as his tail droops, fingers gently cupping his cheek. "But what, dear heart?" She prompts softly.

When he does not immediately respond, she leans in closer, peering into his eyes as her thumb continues its gentle strokes. "You know you can tell me anything. I give you my word I will listen without judgment."

Releasing his cheek, her hand finds his own and gives a reassuring squeeze. Though her nature runs mischievous, in this she is earnest - her presence and attention are his for as long as he desires. The world beyond these walls can wait; for now, there is only this room and his recovery.

Nixie sighs softly as his question dissolves into coughs, rubbing gentle circles over his back until the fit subsides. "There, there. Easy now."

Once his breathing has steadied again, she reaches for the glass of milk, holding it for him to take a sip. Her eyes hold concern mingled with rueful affection as she replies.

"I'm afraid that cough gives truth to my words, dear Yuki. As much as I know you wish to be up and about, your body is not yet fully recovered." A delicate shrug lifts her shoulders.

"Rest is the surest path to health regained. A few more days will make little difference in the long run, but could mean the difference between lingering weakness and a full return to vigor."

One hand continues its soothing motion upon his

"Shh, easy now." Nixie soothes as his blush deepens and fever returns, pressing a cool cloth to his forehead.

Her touch remains gentle yet firm, hoping the chill might relieve some of his pain. With her other hand, she takes his own and gives it a reassuring squeeze.

"I know it hurts, dear one, but you must try to stay calm." Her voice is low and soothing as she continues dabbing his brow, gaze intent upon his face for any sign the chill may be helping.

"Just breathe through it. In and out, that's it." Nixie offers soft praise and encouragement as she works, keeping her own panic in check. The healers had warned fever might return - now all she can do is try easing his discomfort until it breaks once more.

"Shhh, I know love, I know." Nixie soothes, keeping her tone calm and steady despite her rising concern at his worsening state.

She redoubles her efforts, calling upon what little healing magic she possesses to try and draw the heat from his skin. Her hands glow with a soft amber light as they stroke his forehead, cheeks, neck and arms.

All the while, Nixie continues to make soothing sounds, humming a wordless tune in hopes its melody might distract him from the pain. "You're going to be alright, stay strong for me now."

When his thrashing threatens to tear his bandages or reopen wounds, she pins his limbs gently but firmly. "I'm here, you're safe. Just breathe."

A prayer is sent to any gods listening that the fever might break soon, before his strength gives out entirely. For now, all she can do is endure beside him, enduring each cry as her own.

Nixie's breath catches in her throat at the sight of his eye turning crimson, knowing the frenzied state it portends.

Quick as thought, she summons all her magic and presses her hands to his temples. "<The room glows with amber light as she casts her spell, wrapping his mind in soothing calm> Shhh, none of that now dear one. You must stay with me."

Her own eyes bleed to black as she sinks into his consciousness, weaving her presence with his. "[Images of green forests and blue skies flood their mental link, drowning out the pain] You are not alone. Let me bear this with you."

Nixie pours all the love and reassurance in her being through the connection. "Focus on my voice, on the calm. Do not give in to the

Nixie swears colorfully as the trance breaks, the crimson bleeding back into his eye. She whips around to snap at the intruder, "Have you no sense, girl?! Get out!"

But she knows anger will solve nothing now, and every moment risks sending him into frenzy. Forcing her own rising panic down, Nixie takes a steadying breath then fixes the intruder with a steady stare. "Bar the door. I need quiet and no disturbances."

Turning back, she takes his face in her hands once more. "<The room darkens as her magic responds to her will, isolating them in a sphere of calm> Hush darling, don't fight me now. Let me back in."

Nixie shatters the walls between their minds, merging her entire being with his

"Nooooo!" Nixie's voice cracks as the serene landscapes within his mind begin to wither away, replaced by arid sand dunes and twisted rock formations. She grasps his face tighter, her eyes blazing with a desperate intensity.

"[Her own mental state begins to unravel, threads of darkness creeping in as she fights to keep their bond intact] Come back to me! Don't let it consume you!"

The air around them seems to writhe and twist as her magic struggles to counteract the frenzy. The room shakes with the force of her emotions, walls trembling as if the very fabric of reality is beginning to tear.

"NOOOO!" Nixie's voice shatters the silence, her own eyes flashing with a matching crimson hue as she feels the darkness closing in. ""Her body begins to contort, bones stretching and twisting as she attempts to match his growing power"

"I won't lose you, not again! Not without a fight!"

The room around them distorts further, shadows swirling like living things as Nixie's magic ramps up to counter the approaching frenzy. Her small, fiery horns glow brighter, pouring forth a torrent of dark energy that clashes with the raw power emanating from his second eye.

The air is heavy with tension, the very air thickening as the two forces collide, each side refusing to yield.

Nixie's eyes flash even brighter, her body now a blur of motion as she uses every last shred of magic to keep pace with the demon's frenzy. Her small, demonic features twist into a snarl, tears streaming down her face as she pleads with the fading threads of his consciousness.

"NO! NO, NO, NOOOO! "Her voice cracks and shatters, echoing off the walls as she reaches out with all her might"

"Nixie's form begins to dissipate, her magic faltering as she desperately tries to grasp the last remnants of his being"

"Not...not yet! Don't leave me!"