He had the best sleep in a long time as his body could now finally come to a complete rest.

Not only because of the woman he held dearly to his chest but thanks to his absence from home and those things that plagued him there.
No worries nor sinister thoughts about his past and future as smelling the sweet odor of Makima's well-groomed hair and the alluring scent of her perfume kept him in a trance.

Even in his delightful sleep still gripping her tightly, feeling her soft skin even through the fabric of her business shirt as he held her close to him.

Pressing himself into her back, not wanting to let the heat that radiated off her go. Even as the gentle rays of the sun shined through curtains and on top of them.

He continued to hold her to himself, not wanting to let her go as he refused it himself to wake up, feeling his senses coming back though not opening his eyes in fear of this night being nothing more than a delightful dream.

Centimeter by centimeter, the sun slowly crept over their faces, oh so tenderly thought unasked for in its rudeness to disturb their moment of peace, which they had only dedicated to their partner.

Finally, having been pulled out of his sleep, he opened his eyes, slowly and groggy, as his eyelashes pushed through and against her silky smooth hair. Being greeted by the bright light of the sun that gave her already beautiful hair a breathtaking glistening property.

Moaning to himself in glee, thanks to the realization that this dream was in fact, real. A grin displayed on his lips as he pushed his upper body up.

Slowly and carefully, not wanting to wake the woman that stole his heart up as he marveled at her beauty, in an odd way reminding him somewhat of the pristine glow and elegant beauty of the moon.

A unique though still fitting comparison, at least for him as he looked down on her. Seeing how she still rests in a deep and gentle slumber. Having her legs even now intertwined with his, certainly a problem if he would like to stand up in the first place, seeing her comfortable sleep melted his heart.

Gently shut eyes, run-down makeup, and slightly opened lips that display two of her pearly white teeth, lit up by the sun's rays as she buried her fingers of her left hand into the pillow her head lies on.

Raising and lowering her chest gently. Lifting her tie that even now hung around her neck up and down with every breath of air.

And her right hand..... still holding thigh to his own, not wanting nor letting him go even in her sleep.

Minutes passed by as he stared at her, taking in the sight to behold in front of him and smiling to himself, not unlike she does if she stalked him in secret.

Observing every nook and cranny about her, from her position, she laid in up to every of her curves that gave her this devilish female charm of hers that bewitches man and woman alike.

Others might now imagine what lies beneath the thin veil of clothing that separates her natural beauty from his eyes, though those dirty thoughts weren't present inside of his head.

Tenderly caressing her hips as his finger trailed them down, all the way to her legs. Feeling every muscle in her body and how relaxed they were.

Till, of course, she wakes up thanks to the touch of her lover. Opening her eyes slowly, lifting her midnight black eyelashes up and down in a bitter attempt to rid herself of her blurry vision before darting her eyes to the man the lay beside her.

Smiling at him, taking joy in his grin, knowing that he slept just as good as she did while turning herself on her back.

Laying there, the both of them watched one another, losing themselves in the pair of eyes that observed them as the chirping of birds filled the quiet room. The TV long gone silent as it shut itself off in the middle of the night.

Fulfilling her longing for a touch, she began to graze him lightly. Dragging the tips of her fingers across his stomach before placing her palm on top of it, feeling his muscles in the process.

He hoped that the results of his workouts impressed her thought.... for her, it did not play too much of a role if he muscular or not. He is perfect either way.

"Morning Makima, is just woke up and-"

Not giving him time to finish, she cut him short as she lifted herself with her right hand, gently and lovingly placing her lips on top of his. Tilting her head to the side so their noses wouldn't collide, a silent smacking sound filled the air around them.

At first, he was a bit surprised but melted into it, looking the woman deep into her yellow eyes that closed themselves slightly, wanting to enjoy this very moment of intimacy as a newly formed couple to its fullest.

Brushing her fingers gently over his left cheek while continuing the kiss as the both of them dragged the ending out.

No lust or sinful desire in there mind, just the purest form of affection and love. They were giving themselves to the sensational feelings of their lips touching.

"Morning, darling."

She babbled after parting her lips away from his, her yellow eyes glistering in the morning sun. Though even still now holding his face in the palm of her hand, observing him all the while, her right hand still clawed and dug itself into the pillow she rested on not long ago.

Glancing past his head, she swiftly looked at the Glock that hung from on top of the wall behind him.

Clear disappointment was visible on her face as not only did the corners of her mouth sink down and the glow dispersed out of her eyes before attending and looking back to what truly mattered—knowing that, even if she wanted to have more days like those that there are things that need to be done.

Tasks like his heritage and the bureau crisis could be drawn out for a while though sadly not indefinitely. It might not initially impact both of them, but unchecked problems of those magnitudes could grow even more significant and more severe....

The old Makima would have attended to such things immediately or at least sent someone that would do it instead of herself, but he changed her.....

A development she herself isn't all too sure of it being good or not, though openly greeted it nonetheless.

"It's time to ready ourselves. We got a lot to take care of."

Disappointment palpable in her voice as she stood up. However, smiling to herself at the knowledge of this day being able to maybe end just like yesterday.

Purposely, therefore choosing his personal problem over the entirety of the bureau.

The problem of his heritage is something they could conquer together, alone from others. Only to be interrupted by his family, unlike the bureau that would surely be clustered with bothersome individuals who will only stand in their way.

Shall Kishibe do his part first, getting rid of all the more significant problems at hand by himself so she and (Y/N) could sweep away the rest. If possible, even presenting (Y/N) as the one who did the most in front of the higher-ups.

The faster they are convinced of his capability to handle a larger situation, the better so that they would stop bothering her and him.

She has big plans for him, some of which she would even brute-force if need be. Many even to the cost of her own reputation if it crystallizes itself to be needed.
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finis justificat modo

The means justify the end

She has the means and ways to guarantee the fruition of many of her plans.

His potential and his personality must be seen by all, and loved.....

Or even feared.....

Either way.....

He needs to form solid and stable roots in the bureau to sprout even further.

Greatness awaits them, and she won't stop for anything to slow them down.

She just needed a black sheep, and already had one in mind.

Though as it looks now, it could take time and some careful decision-making on both sides to ensure the right outcome.

There are more than enough people that knowingly as well as unknowingly stand in their way.

Thinking back, she would have done a few things differently, though predicting his arrival was simply impossible.

Though wherever there are obstacles, there are opportunities as well, and he brought a big one with him.

"I guess that means back to the bureau."

He asked her while resting his hands on her hips, pushing her close to him in the process as he stood up shortly after her.

"No, we will first address your own problem; the bureau houses quite a large number of capable hunters who will be able to handle themselves."

He found it strange that his own problem, which was so minuscule in size compared to the disastrous events that transpired just two days ago, had a larger priority, though he didn't mind it. Not at all.

The faster he could get rid of the grimoire, the better. Welcoming her helping hand, grateful for assisting in what he thinks needs to be accomplished, not entirely believing that he alone would be able to achieve what is necessary.

Doing it solely for Alice's sake, not minding its effects, it had till realizing that she was also affected by it. He did not understand it nor could see what its plans were though seeing in it nothing good.

Thought he was unknowing of the deep and rotten roots it had sprouted inside his family for a long time. Even blind to them on some occasions.....

But the potential that comes with it... It isn't his legacy without a reason. Though is a positive outcome worth the sacrifice? Such a disavowal under which hid sister needs to suffer under.

Thick is the blood of the half-breed as its thoughts were brought to paper by black blood and feathers. It was ever-changing and still the same, with a mind of its own and a will to survive through the fruits of man and woman. A long-lost companion which had fallen from glory alongside with his creators. Hanging to the light of the past that grew dim in the hope of another spark.

Yearning and longing as it crawls in shame for fresh and more vigorous blood.

The old blood.

As it limps throughout, the mortification of the black leshe that broke its wings, throwing a large shadow over it that eats away on a long lost pride and glory of days that have gone by.

Humiliated and shamed in front of its bane as it towers above the half-death stump, stalking it, watching two branches that thrive in such a dire situation, only to stomp them out mercilessly beneath its illogical solid and sturdy feet. Leaving behind a crater that was as deep as it was broad.

Spraying blood composed of all colors aside through the darkness as its papers ripped apart and flew thought the misty air. Slowly landing on the blood stained floor to decay in the blood of angles along their stained feathers.

Watching anew the rise of another angles whose wings need to be clipped.
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Chapter 3 Half way point

Tenebris Hereditatem

Many might realize this chapters name has a different name than the chapter I had promised. This is because I had planned to skip over a large part of this chapter, though I got too deep into describing the details and the actual morning the both of them shared and lost my goal that I had set myself.

The next chapter will be The red grimoire, this time for sure.

As always, I hope you enjoy and like the more slow approach of the new chapters

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