She was motionless, eyes wide as the realization of who he was set in. Her face betrayed her by showing the fear he knew she was feeling. Her heart raced with it, the beat so loud he could hear it where he stood. Yuki had not expected to see him there. Perhaps she was confident she was too far ahead for him to catch up, or she was so confident in her own abilities that she believed she would be done with her little suicide mission and back home before he noticed she was ever gone. Either way, it only proved her foolishness to him more. During that brief moment, she was an open book. He saw exactly what he wanted to see before she tried to hide it by appearing defiant. She crossed her arms, having the gall to be angry with him for coming after her. A whistle sounded as he sheathed his swords with natural grace. An object shot through the air in a blur and killed the final beast with one swift blow. Although he did not approve of her being there, fighting, it was at least a small comfort that she was using a ranged weapon, not endangering herself even more with close combat.
He said nothing, made no move, even while she started towards him with a call to her companion. His eyes were blazing as he watched her approach. He saw the woman who hated him, but for some reason refused to kill him despite her constant threats as an excuse to do whatever she pleases. She was supposed to be his enemy, and yet… His eyes fell to her belly. Enemy or not, she was still carrying his children in her womb. He was sickened with fear for her and their kits. But his expression did not betray anything. She paused beside him, not even granting him a swift glance as she gave him two options. He nearly snarled in response. Despite what she thought, Kohaku understood why she was going through with this. It was a valiant effort, but the most stupid thing he’s ever seen. If their children were born, she surely wouldn’t have done this and taken them with her. Because why? It’s too dangerous! And yet, she was doing exactly that now. They weren’t born yet, so they were forced to join her, with no chances of survival if she’s harmed. This was so much worse.
What was so infuriating, though, was how confident she was that he couldn’t do anything to stop her from carrying on with this madness. On the contrary. He could open a portal to his cottage and push her through before she ever knew what happened. It was really tempting, too. Even though he knew she’d probably never forgive him. Yes, yes, it’ll make things worse. But that wasn’t the reason he restrained himself. If he did that, she could punish him by leaving, or not going through with having their kits. It didn’t seem likely, especially since she was jumping headfirst into this kind of danger just for her children. But he could never be certain. Who knew what it would take to make her change her mind. So, all he could do was stay and protect her. It was up to him to ensure nothing happens to her or their kits.
He said nothing still, only meeting her eyes briefly with a stern expression. On her face shone so many emotions, one again betrayed by what she truly felt deep inside. But she turned away and continued on. Kohaku turned to the side to watch her go a few steps as she averted her attention to her companion. He clicked his tongue, still not allowing his anger to die down. Yes, he was stubborn, too. Just not on Miyuki’s level. Even Nelanna wasn’t that bad, and she had been the most stubborn woman he knew for a long time. Miyuki just seems to refuse listening to any reasoning beyond her own. Honestly, it was quite childish. How did he manage to fall for her?
He heaved a heavy sigh and moved to follow the two. But he took no more than a couple of steps before an ice wall suddenly erected before Miyuki and the ghostly skinned girl. He blinked as his brow slowly raised. Was that her companion’s doing? She gave Yuki a swift reply, and then, she approached him. He couldn’t help forming a slight smirk as his eyes lifted to Miyuki, feeling slightly triumphant as the stranger agreed to his opinion. Although he had said nothing, it was obviously painfully clear, even to a stranger, that Yuki was being far too stubborn and foolish. He then glanced back down at the pale girl in time to see her bowing. Keeping one hand on the hilt of Redemption, he lightly placed his other palm upon his chest and returned with a respectful bow of his own. “I am Kohaku,” he replied, standing up straight. His smirk was gone, leaving nothing but his previous stern expression. “I am no novice. I know full well that working together lifts our chances for survival and success. I am more than willing to aid you on your quest. But, please understand,” he paused to look back at Yuki, his amber eyes finally showing a hint of the great fear he kept hidden so well. “Her safety is my top priority.”