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Oni would have loved to think that it was the sweet song of birds that had roused him gently from sleep instead of the usual noise of his other housemates. With a toothy yawn and a creaky stretch of his spaded tail, he checking on the little bloom still tucked safely by his side. It didn’t look like anything had happened to it so he gave a sigh of relief and picked it up as he righted himself in the hammock. Dangling his feet over the edge, he gazed into the cup like bulbs lined up along the thin little branch. “I wonder what kind of flower you are. Can’t say I’ve seen anything like you.” He turned the bloom over in his hands, inspecting it carefully. Once or twice he brought it up to sniff at it curiously.

He smiled as he looked up from the flower and over at his clock to check the time. "Oh boy, nine at night, just in time for breakfast." He climbed from his hammock and tucked the bloom in his hair behind his horn as he got up and headed toward the bathroom to shower. He dismissed the fact that it was still warm from the fact that it was against his side all night. Going through the motions of getting ready for the day, he continued to explain things to the bloom in his hair. Kami had told him at one point that plants loved being talked to and it made them grow up healthy. Of course, this wasn’t a regular plant but what could it hurt?

Walking down the hall and past the living room he found out the source of all the noise. Bemani and Oriel playing on the two dance pads to DDR Max as the rest of his crew watched. They were always doing this. Someone would start an argument and then there would be a dance-off. He grinned and waited for the pair to finish their song before asking for a turn. As usual, the pair had forgotten their problem and were too hyped up on playing to remember who won or not. Ahh, gotta love conflict resolution through blinky floaty arrows. He took the bloom from his hair and set it down on the tv so it could ‘listen’ to the music. Penn poked at the bloom scooping it up off the tv. “Another future member of our little legion of doom?” he asked giving the bloom a bit of a shake, not too hard just enough to watch the flowers sway in the motion. “Yeah! I’m trying to expose it to how this place is so it doesn’t come out afraid.” Oni answered, cursing to himself as he misses a step.
“Careful you don’t make the poor thing deaf.” Penn sighed setting the bloom elsewhere so it was safer from the music. Oni raised a brow, “Hey, you’re right, thanks Penn.” He chuckled a bit finishing his song.

"Today, we're going to find out what you like little one." He said, already used to talking to the bloom. He took a moment to waggle his eyebrows at himself in the mirror. The bloom in his hair actually quite fetching amidst his red hair. He set it on the bathroom sink sitting on the rim of the tub. "You look like you're a tropical plant, maybe you will like steam." He said, more aloud than to himself or the bloom turning on the faucet in the tub, letting the water get hot. He hopped into the shower and got himself clean. He peeked out every now and then to check on the bloom. It wasn’t wilting in the muggy air, in fact it seem to be almost enjoying it.

Once clean and refreshed, Oni took his floral friend to the kitchen for some grub. He was really hyped up to show his bloom to Karma so he decided on a bowl of cereal. Adding just enough sugar to make the milk a thick as syrup, he prepared to pour his cereal in, then looked at his bloom. Getting an idea, he dipped the end of the bloom in the mixture and let it sit a moment. “Breakfast is an important part of my day, bloom. You.. Don’t eat so we’ll just take you.. Outta there we go..” He muttered taking the bloom from the bowl after realizing that it wasn’t a good idea after all. He ate his cereal and left to find Karma.

The writing stops there and continues later though a bit more scribbled and normal for Oni.

Getting used to having another member to the family didn't take long to get used to. The larger pets and people knew to watch their steps from now on and it was almost second nature to leave the kitchen window open just enough so she could get back and forth from the house at her leisure in the morning. For the first few nights Banana slept on Oni’s pillow until she was okay with sleeping on her own in the greenhouse. The next week was spent getting to know the house and the others that lived there. She discovered that the house was full of entrants and exits if you knew just where and what to look for. Oni had a thing from traveling via the extensive ventilation shafts in the meager home not to mention hanging from the support beams in the ceilings.

Oni’s room itself was full of different things. He had amassed a collection of copper colored items all sorted neatly on a shelf . On the shelf below that were books of all kinds. Some of.. Questionable nature, but thicker more wholesome books as well. One in particular she rather enjoyed to look through was one on tattoos. Seeing as Oni had none of his own she didn’t fully understand why he had the book, she figured that like she, he just liked the pictures.

There was a room within his hidden by a door that he kept locked. The reason for the lock in fact was basic shop keeping security habit. It wasn’t that she was never allowed inside, she knew what was in it he made sure to tell her exactly what. It was where he made these things called Notions. It was a quaint little hovel that housed a glass and wire littered desk. Wire crafting tools and books on the mind and body scattered here and there. It was well lit amazingly from the overhead ceiling light swaying lazily from it’s cable. He showed her how he put together a bulb for capturing thoughts with and how they worked exactly. Banana, being the curious thing that she was, figured if these were the embodiment of her innermost thoughts then maybe she had one too. had touched one of the unlit bulb lighting it up instantly. The heat it gave off didn’t bother her at all and seeing this was so, Oni was content to let her play with it while he worked.

Just about all of the female occupants of the household loved the little feien and had accepted her as part of the family immediately. Kami and Maki regarded her their best little sister and took turns playing with her hair and letting her play in their doll clothing. She didn’t mind that they seemed to almost treat her like another one of their dolls in their games of make believe. She enjoyed having someone to play with. The first time that Peggity laid eyes on her, the little hedgehog fretted over her mother-like, describing her as ‘skinny as a beanpole’ and set about putting meat on her bones with some good ole home cooking. The little travel tail had even made her a quilt from bits of fabric the pair had gathered from some left over scraps in Oni’s room. Oriel saw her as just another one of her many charges to look after and make sure she was lady like and minded her P’s and Q’s.

On the other hand, the male population of the household was another matter. Pennanik was amused by the fact that such a being came from the bloom they had been caring for. Riley didn’t seem all too impressed, but then, unless it was made of fudge he was never impressed. The only interest he showed was a mild lick to test and see if she was indeed made of fudge, which she wasn’t, and he returned to his regularly scheduled siesta. Icce was beside himself with joy that he had a little sister, literally, and showered her with a hodge-podge of odd little kun-kun gifts from bottle caps and buttons to leaves and feathers. A smaller stereo that came with a remote control was purchased later that day and set out in the greenhouse for Banana to listen to as she pleased with the agreement that she didn’t play it too loudly late at night.

One evening when the sun had just set for the evening , Banana fluttered lazily like a moth back toward the house. It had been a long day and though the hot muggy air in the greenhouse didn’t bother her at all, she was worn out. During the day, the small fairy had developed a project for herself. She had constructed herself a little house using a glass birdfeeder that She had …found in the neighbor’s yard along with a long discussion from Oriel why we should not steal. Banana couldn’t understand how it was stealing if the neighbor left it sitting out in his yard for the birds to peck at and destroy. She’d treat it much better surely, and the birds didn’t seem to mind their food being on the ground. Not that something that dines on bugs could be picky about that sort of thing anyway. Either way, it was too late to return it now that she had secured it firmly under the lee of a stone next to the pond and jury rigged a make shift little dock to it out of Popsicle sticks, graciously provided by Kami and Maki of course. She made a mental note to ask Oni for paints to decorate it with later, but for now, she wanted more of those yummy things.. What were they called? Oh yah, grapes. She had grown fond of them over time since her and Oni’s visit to Karma’s place.


Wriggling herself in through the open window, Banana lighted softly on the table next to the bowl of fruit sitting down cross legged to wait. The house was quiet for it being so early, Yes, 11 pm was early in this house hold, she regarded this with vague curiosity nibbling at a grape. In fact, it was the most quiet this house had ever been since she emerged. The young fairy had grown accustomed to hearing music at all hours of the day and throughout the night. If the others weren’t talking they were engrossed in their game of ‘Put up or Shut Up’ that involved a game called DDR and dance pads. For the most part, from what Oni told her. If you had trouble with anyone, you were to settle it that way.

Her thoughts wandered to her two new friends and just how lovely they were in comparison to her. She absently reached a hand over her shoulder to trace along the edge of her gossamer wing with a sigh. If only there was some way for her to be just as lovely, she felt her brow furrow and her eyes well up with tears and she shook her head. Enough of this, There was no time for feeling sorry for herself.

Rubbing at the corners of her eyes with tiny fists. She rose to her feet quickly, her wings abuzz as she fluttered off the table. Where was Oni?? It was the first time in weeks that he’d been away from home. She didn’t like it at all. She wanted to be with him and to talk to him. Talk. The very fact that she couldn’t vocalize her feelings made her feel that much worse. Her small bout of self loathing was cut short by the sounds of two people stumbling into the front door along with muffled voices.

One she recognized right away was Oni’s. He sounded tired, exhausted even and the second voice with followed by the hollow thump of a body hitting the foyer wall.

“Hey hey, easy, man.. You’re going to hurt yourself even worse you keep that up..” The tone could either be male or female, Banana couldn’t tell, not wanting to be in the way, she landed on the floor and peeked around the corner. It was Kuunanu, or rather Maverick guiding, half dragging Oni into the house. The very sight of him sent a chill up the poor feien’s back, her threatening to escape at any moment pounding in her chest.

His hair was a mess, tangled about his horn which sported three new visible cracks in it. and his lip was bleeding as well as from his wrists and forearms. Sweat matting down his bangs melding with the blood making the air about him thick with the tangy metallic smell. Most of his weight was being supported by the rather annoyed looking Doushikai as he tried to keep them both from topping to the floor. The demon had his head lolled back, muttering incoherently to his savior. Penn stepping in shortly after, wiping off his hands in the excess of his loincloth. He looked just about as worse but a little better of the two. Neither one seemed overly concerned for the condition of their friend and Banana couldn’t understand why.

“That was too close this time, Penn. It starts getting worse every week I swear.” Kunnanu grunted angling Oni onto his back. The second personality’s voice wavering from exhaustion and despair.

“Either way, let’s get him up to bed and get some rest ourselves.. We can clean up after some sleep.” Penn replied in a harsh whisper. Hoisting Oni’s legs up about waist high as Kunnanu carried his shoulders, they took him back to the room without another word. The young Man hanging limp between them having nodded off into what she hoped was heavy slumber.

Too close? What was too close? Why was he hurt?? Worried and confused, the young feien fluttered after them but by the time she got there, They had already gotten Oni into his hammock and retired to their own rooms. Landing on his pillow she paced along the fabric. She wanted to help, but she didn‘t know how.

Grabbing onto the sheet or as much of it as she could, she went about cleaning the wounds on his arms. She only succeeded in making the corner of the sheet a bloody mess not to mention her own hands which she stared at curiously for a moment or two. In theory she knew what blood was and what it was for, but never having contact with it, she found it to be quite fascinating. She brought her hands up to her face, not bothered by the thick coppery smell of the fluid. However, sticking her finger into her mouth proved to be a big mistake as the bitter taste caused her to throw a face and scrub her hands on the fabric. She wiped off her mouth on the back of her wrist, glaring at the blood in distain. With this, she only redoubled her efforts to clean him off, using her spit here and there where she could.

A twitch of his arm caught her off guard rooting her to the spot as she stared up at him like a deer in the headlights. Staring blankly down at her with half dead eyes, a crooked grin spread across Oni‘s face. “…hnmm.. butterfly..” The whisper sounded so disembodied and foreign, it made her shiver. He said something else, but she couldn’t understand a word of it. And tilted her head in confusion. She didn’t see his hand in time and if she had she may of panicked and hurt herself more than his tight grip on her did. Bringing her up about face level, Oni smirked petting at her with his thumb speaking more of this strange dialect. Any squirming on her part only brought about him tightening his grip on her, so she remained as still as she could. This was hard as she felt her wings start to cramp not to mention it was hard to breathe.

Banana just stared up into his cold empty eyes and waited. An uneasy feeling worming about in her gut brought back her attention to the nasty taste of his blood in her mouth. He surely wouldn’t hurt her would he? No of course not, he was her bonded after all. She felt as if she may be ill but didn’t dare, unfortunately, her stomach had other plans. The young feien felt her eyes roll up in her head as her stomach lurched and she threw up all over his hand. This seemed to barely phase him, if it did at all. A few uncomfortable moments past before he let her go gently on the pillow, still caging his hand over her. At this point her head was spinning. Trying to peek between his fingers, she could just barely hear the familiar sound of his snoring. With a sigh of relief, she laid her head down on the pillow, happy to have things somewhat back to normal again. She had to admit it was nice to have him back. She had even gotten used to the spell of blood all around her.

Banana woke up the next morning still curled up on the pillow. The sun glaring in through the blinds making her roll and curl up into a tighter little ball. Wait, the sun?? Shielding her eyes with a hand, she groggily sat up and looked about. She was left by herself on the little pillow with a face towel draped over her like a blanket. The hammock was clean and the sheet draped over it had no trace of blood at all. Had she dreamt the entire thing? Maybe the grape she ate was bad. That would explain the nasty taste in her mouth then.

Thankfully, she got a good look at her hands before reaching up to rub away the sleep in her eyes. With a disgusted sigh, she rose to her feet and headed toward the bathroom. Getting a good flying start, she dropped down on the stopper in the sink, the solid hit sinking it in one go. Pleased with herself, she grinned down triumphantly at the stopper, dusting off her hands and fluttered up to the water dials. She had watched the others fiddle with the spigot above the wash basin struggled to push the dial marked with a red ’H’. It took a moment or two but the handle finally gave with a groan of protest.

As she waited for the water to warm itself, she fluttered up to the medicine cabinet to see just what state of disarray she was in. To her, it looked as if she had attacked some poor creature like some wild beast, dark brown stains criss-crossing over her tiny body. The look of her wings in particular got a raised brow from the feien. The blood had seeped into the veining of her gossamer wings and spread out like webbing leaving almost floral patterns in them. The bigger smudges actually gave them a nice effect. She smiled to herself , heh.. Butterfly. Taking a moment longer to study the markings she remembered the running water and fluttered back down to turn it off again and start her bath.

It was just before dawn when Banana was roused from a deep slumber by the steady rapping on her door. Could she, Banana would be grumbling instead she merely tightened her face in an annoyed scowl. Any attempt to ignore the knocking only made it worse. Finally giving up, Banana clawed at the air for a hand hold gripping a handful of sheet and tugging herself upright. With a dark glare toward the offending noise, she scooted to the end of her bed, scratching at her shoulder blades sleepily. For another few minutes she got to listen to the repeating thump on her plastic door until she finally got up and stumbled door. Waiting them out wasn’t going to work. Damn.

Turning the flip-down latch and pulling the door, she was greeted by a rush of crisp cool air. This brought a shudder from the little fairy, she looked up toward the skylight toward the pouring rain. Watching the water streak down the glass a while, she realized that this was the first time she had ever seen it rain, unfortunately, it wasn’t very good at holding her attention as she returned to looking for her visitor. Sleepy feien + pranksters=grumpy. Banana clicked her tongue in disgust, noting seeing anyone anywhere.

Someone had better have a good reason to be waking her up this early. Or rather, wake her up and apparently leave. Grouchily, she swayed back into the house, ready to fall back on her bed when the knock came once more, but louder. By now she had about enough of this horseplay and threw up an angry fist and drop her mouth open to yell (like it would do any good), but there was nothing there. Looking on either side of the door in utter confusion, she followed an invisible trail outside to find the culprit. Still nothing, oh well.. Now that she was up, she might as well get an early start on the day.

Banana trotted out along her porch, around her home and onto the grass. A glint at her feet made her startle, upon closer inspection she could make out the ripples of water in the dark. Apparently Oni had been busy constructing a pond near her house as she slept. That wasn’t all he did, in fact, the fountain had been remade into a crude waterfall of sorts and moved near by. The dirt had been piled up on either side to look like a cliff face. Just how long had she been asleep anyway to miss all of this? Now fully awake, she stared dumbly at this change of things.

This water didn’t seem to be anything like the water of the other pond. Even at this distance, she could feel a sort of presence. This water was enchanted but it wasn’t by feien hands, not recognizing the magic, she fidgeted nervously at her dreads. The air wafting off of surface sending a chill through the grass that made her narrow her eyes in distain. Cold wasn’t something she was particularly fond of, she decided and that made the pond that much more disagreeable to her. The young feien stepped to the edge to inspect the water as if it had teeth and was waiting for the opportune moment to snap her up and gobble her whole.

The voice that rang out in her mind just about made that a reality, mouth dropping open in silent scream, Banana lept nearly a foot in the air.

~Well well. Finally awake. Even the dead rouse quicker than you do. But I care not for stiffs, it is you I have business with.~
The feien, clutched at her chest, her eyes rolling in disgust as she looked up across the pool of water.
~So it was YOU knocking on my door! Do you know what time it is? What do you want??~ She shot back, not bothering with pleasantries this time.
The Ofanbuuru threw it’s head back in a wide maw bark of laughter.

~What a greeting! After I so graciously gave you a voice and showed you what he didn’t want you to see. I’ve come to collect my payment.~ It telepathed, sitting neatly and so mature for one so small though compared to the fairy, it was still a large creature indeed.

It took a moment for the creature’s words to sink in, her wings snapped open like a fan as she launched into the air crossing the pool of water to come face to face with Nhu. ~Payment?? What do you mean?~
~Oh! You thought I shared my gift with you out of kindness? Simple child, don’t think I didn’t hear you try and talk to him with it. Barely learning and already trying to command it like it was your own.~ The thin muzzle curled back to show a few pointed teeth. At this, Banana felt herself instinctively take a step back. ~You owe me.~

It knew about that?? She was not aware of just how Nhu’s magic worked. Though she had very little to worry about, Banana could not help but to feel like her privacy was invaded somehow. She prepared to reply but a hesitation made her stop short and bring up her hands. Nhu rose a brow, a tick causing the corners of it’s mouth to draw back in a frown.
[ You never told me there was deal involved. ] She started signing again. The visible irritation she caused the creature was enough to settle her own rising temper, her violet eyes half lidding and a knowing grin spreading across her face. As far as tricks of the mind were concerned, Nhu was ruler of that domain, but not having hands per say, or the study to understand the talk that goes with it, she was at a loss and hated that. Banana stepped back with her other foot, kicking off into the air drifting slowly back. [ I owe you nothing. I’m going back to bed. ] She turned and fluttered back to her porch feeling rather pleased with herself.

Being young itself, the Ofanbuuuru din’t take kindly to being made fun of. Nhu rose to it’s feet and sprung into the air. It’s wings aiding it’s jump as it landed feather light on the roof of her house, stepping down to bar her way from her home. ~You have balls, as they say.~ A vicious grin spreading across a vicious face, ~But pushing you luck is not wise..I am not done with you, fairy.~

Fearing that maybe she played with fire a little too much, Banana stopped short of the porch and fled. She didn’t wait to find out what else the Ofanbuuru had in store for her. She could hear the flapping of wings chasing after her and it spurred her on faster toward the screen door. Rain be damned she was not getting caught. Pausing only to make her way through the window, she couldn’t spare handicapping herself further with a broken wing or any other limb since a scream for help was out of the question. Thankfully the rain wasn’t coming down too hard. She could fly at least though it was a bit choppy. The feien buzzed her little zig-zagging pattered across the small expanse of yard and into the kitchen window. She could hear Nhu’s yowl as she tried to wedge her way into the small space after her.

Just over the thundering of her tiny heart in her chest she could hear a chattering just ahead. It was Icce waving to her frantically from the livingroom. Thankful that she wasn’t the only one awake, she zipped to him feeling her stamina starting to wind down, even her adrenaline was failing. The Kunkun took her arm firmly in both tiny hands and helped her fly most of the way, it took a moment to realize they were heading straight for a large orange colored rock. The rock, as they got closer became a sleeping Dream, or rather a once sleeping Dream.

Fluttering his wings, Antehilion awoke with a clatter of metal legs and gears, not having time to think before being barraged by two tiny fluttering things tangling in his hair with a big purple puff zeroing in on them quickly. Beady little eyes narrowing as he rolled producing a smashing thwack of his great wing. “’Ere now! Be off with ye, y’ scallywag! I’ll not have you pestering me crew!” Antehilion snapped winding up for another blow. The first impact spun the creature in the air, a stupefied look on it’s face as it forgot momentarily what it was doing and skittered away before a second dose could be given. Bristled and ready, ‘the captain’ gave an affirmative nod in the ofanbuuru’s direction, he never liked bullies much. Even pirates had respect for the lil guy.
Crisis adverted; the Dream plopped back down on his nest, having to get right back up again as the two tiny beings kicked and struggled under him, “Hey! What be goin’ on he—Oofft! Get out of there!” With a little effort, he managed to get both feien and kunkun from his feathers, staring down at them in his talons, carefully of course. Upon seeing the little feien, he set them down and gave one of his trademark sweeping bows, “Pardon me, lassie.. This old bird doesn’t know his own strength.” He stepped back, hobbling as if one of his legs was artifical, but. Banana noticed that he had put a little too much effort in this or she may have been concerned for the Dream. Her near brush with death forgotten for the moment. She never recalled seeing this member of the house hold before!
Unfortunately, he didn’t give either enough time to thank him as he rocked back, “Aye.. reminds me of the time I battled a raging hydra..” This seemed to get the desired reaction from both feien and kunkun. He smirked as they stared up at him in wide eyed astonishment. He continued on pacing back and forth with his ‘peg-legged’ gait. “Meanest creature to ever slither the briny deep! Body as long as the daylight hours.. teeth as sharp as a-thousan’ swards..He put up a fight he did! He was no match for th’ capt’n though!”
Icce burst into a variable song of chattering, the dream flustering at this sputtering on his words. “Who’s the captain?!?! Why you wee bugger! –I’m- th’ Capt’n!”

Banana quickly covered her mouth trying vainly to hold back a giggle at this. Icce gave her a playful wink. He often liked to tug at the Dream’s rope now and then. It was harmless fun really. Antehilion leaned down, fixing Banana in the gaze of one of his eyes. “Pretty Lady~” he cooed in his mechanical voice. He gently took her hand in the edge of his talon lightly pecking at the back of her hand in a gester he had seen humans do before.“What is the name of such a fetching siren? Surely it is something to match your beauty.” Icce rolled his eyes crossing his arms. Banana blushed deeply at the compliment, Taking her hand back, the feien properly introduced herself with a little curtsey. This seemed to thrill the Dream to no end. Though.. her name gave him pause, he didn’t wish to insult, he cawed resting a wing against his heart. “What a name! So striking!” He sang. She chuckled and shook her head. It was nothing special.. really.. but it did suit her well. He ruffled his plumage and glared back to where Nhu had ran. “Here now.. you two best be stayin’ with me this night.. That creature’s a crooked lil monster. I dun trust it to not try and harm ye again.” He rasped spreading his mighty wings once again. Ushering them both under him, the Dream nested keeping a vigilant watch as they curled into his warmth.

He was right however for somewhere else in the house a very sour purple ball of fluff plotted it's revenge. It would not be insulted this way...