Fu Yao clearly isn't letting Honger off easy without drinking the true shape serum. This reminded me of when I was growing up with Mu Qing, back when I would tease and bug him when no one was around. I remember when I snuck out with him, and he wasn't as quiet and poised as I thought. He had thoughts and opinions, with the occasional curse and swear here and there.
"Help yourself!" Fu Yao cheerfully said, setting the water jar before Honger.
"But I'm fine sharing with Gege." Honger retorted with a grin. His hand raised, gesturing towards the flower sword. I just sat at the table and watched.
"But he's low on water." Fu Yao is justified; he's so tenacious.
"I agree with Jiejie," Honger spoke up, making me realize I was talking out loud again.
"Why do I always end up talking out loud like that?" I saw myself leaning on the table, my hand lying on it while propping up my head with my hand rubbing my forehead.
"Clearly, Jiejie is stressed with you two, so why not admit that you both are up to something?" Honger spoke again. A hand was placed on my arm. Looking up, Flower Sword began to rub my arm just like our mother did when either of us was agitated. I miss her, and father, heck, even our cousins. Even though I doubt they got any better since we last spoke.
"Are you saying we are trying to poison you?" Fu Yao is accused. Honger just smirked, glancing at my brother and me.
"Is it?"
"No, it's not Honger," I said, just the feeling of Fu Yao and Nan Feng looking at me as I continued to just close my eyes and rub my forehead. My brother is continuing to rub my arm. His dark hazel eyes swept between Honger and me; I didn't need to look up to see. The sound of Honger giving a huff, which in his case is most definitely a laugh. True shape serum won't do anything to him since this is what he closely resembles in his true form. just as a seventeen-year-old. I'm just too tired to deal with this today. Especially since finding mother and father's things at the cart not that long ago.
"It tasted nasty," he retorted once emptying the glass jar. I could hear something being thrown before crashing to the ground. In all honesty, I just want to go to sleep and wake up without doing anything for Jun Wu. all things accounted for, I just want to go back to Kio-
"Mother, why are you covering your face?" I sprang up and turned back, nearly breaking the table with how hard I hit it.
"Kioshi?!" I panicked, seeing my son with a new white shirt on, slim black pants, and a set of good boots. Kohana had better be with him; otherwise, I am going to start screaming. "Kioshi, where's Kohana? You two were supposed to stay at the shrine!"
"Miss Kohana tried to follow me, but I was preoccupied with finding my mother."He answered with his hand and stubby wrist behind his back. I sighed and knocked my head against the table a few times. Groaning as I felt my brother pat my back in an attempt to help with this.
"Your mother knows what's best for you, until you are older," Honger spoke up, making me smile, and I turned to Kioshi with my hand out to him. He happily took it, and I pulled him up onto my lap. Kioshi held on to me in a tight hug. Nan Feng slid a sword he was carrying across the table. The red stone on it was all too familiar.
"You have a red mirror?" I asked, knowing what they planned to do. This won't do anything either. Kiyoshi is already in his original form, so neither the true-shape serum nor the red mirror would do anything to him either.
"It's Nan Yang's." He answered, and my glare pointed towards him was clearly ice-cold. "He reclaimed it after his ascension. I borrowed it from him."
He's lying. When Nan Yang pawned things off, I made him promise that if he ever retrieved his things again, to never give them to anyone but next of kin. I looked away, wanting to forget these memories. I buried my face in Kiyoshi's hair. I recignized a pleasant scent in his hair. Ginger. Kohana must have bathed him.
"Heh, I doubt you'd give me a broken sword on purpose," Honger responded, leaning back in his seat and tossing up a shard of a blade. He broke the red mirror. I would call it payback if Nan Yang willingly gave his sword away. If he didn't, this is to make me think he did. the sound of wind picking up and sand swirling and striking the structure that was keeping us covered.
"Sandstorm," I spoke while the aids glared at Honger. Everyone turned to the window. I stood with Kiyoshi in my arms and headed to the window for a better look.
"It's better to stay inside, at least until the storm ends." A flower sword was urged. In that moment, two figures appeared in the midst of the storm.
"I wouldn't be so sure, flower sword." I sent back a glance. "There are two people out there."
Everyone stood up and went to the window to see. The two beings whom I saw rushing through the desert, I think, were dressed in black with baby blue, while the other was dressed in white with potentially a cyan colour. Neither had their faces shown much. All that could be seen from the side was their hair and the tips of their noses.