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Adrian chuckles a little as he nuzzles against Cody's neck, "ah... why would I slow down when your reacting so cutely," he continues moving his finger faster, adding another finger and twirls them around inside of Cody.

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Julius listened quietly. Not just to the words Yukie said, but to everything underneath them. The tension in his shoulders. The way his fingers hovered a little too tightly over the teacup. The slight quake in his voice when he talked about rules, and the hesitation when he confessed what the mirror had shown him. It wasn’t just a bad morning. It was something old. Something Yukie had clearly carried a long time—sharp-edged, unexamined, buried deep in careful routines and flawless control. And now it was bleeding out across the breakfast table. When Yukie stopped speaking, then the last thread of his confession drifted into silence, Julius didn’t rush to fill the space. He took a moment to breath and think. Letting the moment settle like dust in sunlight. Then, he reached across the table. His hand found Yukie’s—solid, calm, a point of contact meant to ground the other. He didn’t speak right away. Not until he was sure Yukie was still here with him and not drifting too far into the self-loathing that always followed moments like this. Then finally and softly he said. “You didn’t overreact.” Julius kept his voice steady—quiet, but firm enough to cut through the fog of guilt in Yukie’s eyes. “You were clear about what you needed. Someone ignored that. That’s not immaturity. That’s not instability. That’s disrespect. And you reacted in the way you knew to.” His thumb brushed gently over Yukie’s knuckles, a small ritual of reassurance. A tactile spell. Quiet magic in the shape of care. “I’ve known warlocks who salt their windowsills every night. Familiars who can’t stand certain wood in the house because it messes with their attunement. I’ve watched my own grandmother refuse to use mirrors because they didn't showe her the young face she had, when she was young.” He tilted his head slightly, catching Yukie’s eye—not forcing, just inviting. “There’s nothing broken about creating a space where you feel safe. That’s not weakness. That’s wise because you know your reactions.” A pause. Julius’s gaze softened. “And you’re not the only one in this relationship who’s dealt with ugly reflections.” He could feel Yukie begin to retreat emotionally. The subtle pullback of someone embarrassed to have been witnessed too clearly. But Julius didn’t let go. “You’re allowed to want peace,” he said, gently. “You’re allowed to have control over your space. And if mirrors trigger something inside you—something dark, something dangerous—that doesn’t make you less. It means you’re still carrying something that hasn’t been healed yet.” Another pause. “And that’s okay.” Julius shifted, resting his forearms on the table, leaning closer. His voice lowered even more—intimate now, like a vow spoken in sacred space. “When you leave to figure it out… to face whatever part of yourself still lingers in those reflections…” He didn’t need to finish the sentence with poetry. Instead, he said the truth plainly: “You won’t be alone.” He meant it, on every level. Emotionally and spiritually. Their bond—deep, slow-burning, rooted in care—wasn’t some fragile thread to be snapped by distance or difficulty. Julius didn’t just love Yukie. He chose him. Again and again. And this? This darkness? It wasn’t too much. “I’ll be there when you come back,” Julius said, “and I’ll make sure wherever we settle next doesn’t have a single reflective surface. You can have the whole damn closet, and then some.” His smile was crooked. Small. Full of warmth and quiet fire. “You don’t scare me, Yukie. Not the polished version of you, and not the raw one either. And whatever you find in that reflection… I trust you’ll make peace with it. Maybe even learn its name.” He squeezed Yukie’s hand, one last firm press of affection and promise. Then, quieter: “And when you’re ready… we’ll build a home that moves with us.” ---------------- Certainly! Here's a continuation from Yumro's and Shan's points of view, aligning with your vision—where Yumro physically stays by Shan's side to protect and comfort him, while simultaneously manifesting in shadow form to reach out to Haru. The tone and rhythm mirror the earlier sections, maintaining that quiet, reverent connection to the ocean. Yumro stayed still, but his shadow did not. While his body remained near Shan, calm and glowing faintly in the filtered blue, a second shape unfurled beneath him—flickering, formless at first. It stretched long across the sea floor like spilled ink, then gathered itself and flowed away from his feet, toward the reef’s edge and beyond, into the deeper stone. Shan didn’t notice. Or if he did, he said nothing. He was watching the whale sharks. One hand had drifted up, fingers outstretched—not to touch, but just to feel closer. As if the nearness of something so old and gentle made the water around them softer. Yumro glanced down at him briefly. The boy’s energy was full of light, but underneath it, a slight thrum of anxiety lingered. Not fear. But awareness. The weight of the moment. The vastness of the ocean. The deep realization that he was very small. Yumro laid a hand gently on Shan’s shoulder, grounding him. The gesture was wordless reassurance: You are not alone. And far away, in the still-dark cave where Haru knelt before something older than memory— Yumro arrived. Or rather, his shadow did. It stretched across the jagged cave wall in silence, untouched by the light from above. A shimmer passed over it, then the shape coalesced—an echo of Yumro’s form standing just at the edge of the clearing inside the cave. No glow. No current stirred from it. It simply was, like something the stone itself remembered. It spoke—not in sound, but in vibration, the way whales called or currents whispered across the bones of the reef. “Don’t even think about bringing it home.” The words moved like ripples through the still water. The great eel’s yellow eye narrowed ever so slightly. Its body, coiled beneath Haru like a living ledge, did not flinch or strike. It watched. Aware. Yumro’s shadow tilted its head. It didn’t threaten. But the tone was unmistakable—firm. Immovable. “This one is not yours. None of them are. They are not pets. Not prizes.” “They are where they belong. You are not.” The eel’s long body shifted, subtly. Its tail uncoiled partway behind Haru, nudging the boy—not to harm, but as if encouraging him to listen. The cave responded with a low resonance. A pulse that hummed through the rock and the eel both. As though the place itself agreed. Yumro’s shadow didn’t move closer. It didn’t need to. “You felt it calling. And you came. That’s fine. The sea wants to show you. But it also wants you to understand.” There was a pause. Then softer: “Come back, Haru. Come rejoin us. There is more to see. Things that don’t need you to crawl into darkness to find them.” Outside the cave, in the open blue, another whale shark turned slowly beneath Yumro and Shan. Light danced off its back in broken patterns, and Shan mirrored it unknowingly, arms drifting wide like fins. His energy was calm again. Balanced. Yumro, the real Yumro, still stood beside him. His hand had never left Shan’s shoulder. But down in the cave, his shadow faded a little, like mist peeling away from rock. “Don’t make me come in there.” Even as a shadow, the amusement in his tone was dry and unmistakable. But could still sound fondly. He stay around Haru in a swirl of black tendrils, keeping to the shadown, like he wasn’t even there..

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update vol 2 completed! deadline v1&2: 100 days

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Cory chuckles a little and rubs Cody's head a little, sitting in the back seat with Cody. Akira goes into the driver seat, starting the car. Shuji goes into the passenger side.

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