The Perfect Blossom

[Zephyranthes]

She always liked to call him that. At this point, any reference to his 'official' name felt more like a playful jab than anything, reminding him rather poignantly of their lost status. He felt a little chuckle rise from his chest, but he didn't let it show. To the outside world, 'Yoshi' was as stone-faced as a komainu.

He turned towards the familiar, soothing voice of his other half. Even on an ominous day like this one, her face still gleamed with the radiance that creation blessed her with. Their daughter, posessed that same brightness.

"I've agreed to help you here. I owe it to you, if it's what you truly desire. And while I may not understand why, I can respect your resolve. I just... I'm worried about Sakura."