给我最亲爱的曼曼 @夏逅成歌 的迟到了一会儿的生日礼物！包裹昨天也发粗去了希望很快就能到达嗷嗷！
第四个故事的时候强推一支纯音乐，Youtube上的一首Starlight Memories (第32分钟开始)。配合食用的时候我……在图书馆里哭得稀里哗啦的。
3. 《冬至以南》湾家通贩特典和陆版是一模一样的，包含明信片一张、贴纸两张、亚克力随机一只、阿尘给我写的人鱼本后续的小说一本。所以不用担心不是预售没有特典的问题，么么大(づ￣ 3￣)づ
客插（暂定）： @psych0tastic , icchi (tumblr: saionjiakane)
第一张是和psych0一起出的海外版fairy tale的明信片……Psych0的钥匙链特典可爱到炸裂，可惜是设计是secret我不能放图X'D 想着就要到来的密集发货期有点胆颤……
小说 by @incoherenttruth
图 by me
Tanukis are meant to be active but not explicitly nocturnal so Eijun would really like an explanation as to why he’s getting Miyuki’s tail in his face at three in the morning, followed by a particularly insistent growl that warns Eijun of what will follow if he doesn’t entertain Miyukinow.
Eijun gives up on ignoring him and opens his eyes to see Miyuki’s shit eating grin. “Miyuki,” he whines, hoping the plaintive note in his voice will inspire sympathy, but it’s unsuccessful by the way Miyuki nips at his arm. “Ow!”
“You were snoring so loudly, Sawamura.” Apparently satisfied now that he has usurped Eijun’s pillow, Miyuki fastidiously draws his tail in, wrapping his arms around it. It’s almost as thick as his body, and it’s probably a self soothing habit Miyuki has from his cub stage - for all that he isn’t that much bigger now. “What a big pillow, but I suppose it’s because you have a big head.” Eijun would normally thrill at how cute Miyuki is being except-
“Hey! That’s mine!”
Miyuki flexes his claws, and the pinpricks of it catch on the fabric. Recognising the threat, Eijun grumbles under his breath, because Miyuki woke him up just to claim his pillow.
“You have your own bed!” That Eijun scraped his savings together for in order to splurge on a brand new pet bed for him, guaranteed to keep little pets cool in summer and warm in winter and be their favourite place in the world as proclaimed by the brochure.
“It’s too big.” One of Miyuki’s ear flicks, and he peeks out from behind his tail, a glint of gold eyes. “I don’t like how exposed it makes me feel.”
“YOU’RE SO-URGH!” Eijun throws his hands up in the air, and then himself onto the bed hoping that his bounce would be strong enough to move Miyuki from his pillow. However, Miyuki fulfils every bit of his twelve kg weight, and doesn’t budge. Eijun blows into his ear petuantly, and gets a lazy swipe of a paw.
“Miyuki - it’s three… I have training tomorrow…” Eijun plants his face into Miyuki’s tail, rubbing his forehead against the soft fur. “Miyuki….. Please… “
Finally, finally Miyuki relents, unfolding himself. He’s wearing a mirthful expression, as though Eijun’s distress is very appealing to him and pats Eijun’s face condescendingly. “Begging’s a good look on you Sawamura. You should beg more.”
“You!” EIjun mock growls, an imitation of Miyuki’s play growl and catches his hand before burying his face into MIyuki’s belly, blowing on the skin underneath his shirt where it rode up. Miyuki screams in laughter, grabbing Eijun’s hair with his fists.
“I give!! I give!!” His chest heaves and he smacks Eijun with his tail while trying to get away. Filled with fondness for the nastiest pet alive, Eijun scratches one of Miyuki’s ear, just to see the way Miyuki closes his eyes in pleasure.
“We can share.” Eijun offers, and hurries to take a place on his pillow before Miyuki could push him off. There’s a calculating glint in Miyuki’s eyes and Eijun immediately continues rubbing his ear to stave off any of the unpleasant plans his favourite little creature can plot, most of which involves Eijun’s humiliation.
Miyuki’s grumble is soothing, and when he curls his tail back up, he settles it on the crook of Eijun’s neck. “If you snore again, you can sleep on the floor.”
“Roger that!” Eijun beams at Miyuki, who smacks his face, something about such an idiotic expression, but there’s no heat in his words, only a soft purr betraying his true feelings. Laughing to himself, Eijun moves his face closer, and there’s something close to gratitude on Miyuki’s face, and he almost looks vulnerable as he rests his hand on Eijun’s cheek, something he hasn’t done in a while. Afraid to disturb the peace, Eijun remains silent, still smiling, and it pays off.
Miyuki moves closer, close enough to press his forehead to Eijun’s, to rub his nose against Eijun. Hesitantly, Eijun rests a hand on Miyuki’s back, feeling the tension drain out of Miyuki.
He knows what made MIyuki so unsettled, the way Eijun’s friends commented that Miyuki was one of the nastiest pets around, that he was almost feral, a burden to keep and dangerous because Eijun never knows when he’ll get a nip or a claw.
EIjun doesn’t know how to tell them that Miyuki is careful, despite his needle sharp canines and claws never to draw blood, and that he’s the nastiest most manipulative pet that Eijun has ever known, not tame and does as he wishes, but he’s also Eijun’s to love and keep, and he’s a companion and a friend… He is Eijun’s.
“Goodnight Miyuki.” Eijun whispers.
They fall asleep like that, curled up around each other, the only two beings to exist in this little world.
【正文】Dear My Love
The first time Eijun came to Kazuya, Eijun was-
Kazuya remembers staring at Kuramochi, cradling Eijun to his chest, this sleeping creature that looked so fragile, and being incredulous that he was supposed to be responsible for him. Even then, he was conscious of the way Eijun’s pitterpatter heartbeat felt, the way he sighed and curled deeper into Kazuya’s warmth, a rumbling purr even in his sleep.
Eijun cried almost every day for the first week.
The first night was terrible, because Kazuya read on the internet why first time pet owners should refrain from allowing their pets to sleep on their bed, because it eventually became their space, but these article writers probably never had to deal with the pitiful cries of a lost kitten Eijun, who promised to be good, he didn’t want to be thrown away, please please please Master Miyuki, hiccuping sobs that cut into the heart, for all that they said Kazuya didn’t have one.
Even after Kazuya let Eijun into his bed, Eijun continued to cry, heaving sobs that shook that little body, trying to be silent, a stark contrast to his bubbly nature in the morning, a whirlwind of menace and happiness. Mochi nii-san found him too noisy, which was why he threw Eijun away, will Master Miyuki throw him away too, he’ll be quiet, he’ll be a mouse-
Kazuya places a hand over his body and Eijun is so small, small enough to fit into the palm of his hand, small enough that Kazuya can curl his fingers around his waist and feel the way his breathing tapered off as he cried himself to exhausted sleep.
“Oi, Sawamura,” Kazuya calls, in the morning and his little kitten comes with loud stomps instead of soft paws, announcing his presence and making Kazuya laugh. His dear precious one, even if Kazuya won’t say it out loud, with his rough kitten licks I’m grooming you Miyuki Kazuya you are so dirty!!! and happy grin, that will soothe Kazuya’s worries away. He never had someone so happy to see him before.
“I want fried rice.” Eijun’s big now, probably only 5cm shorter than Kazuya, but still acts like he’s a kitten smaller than half of Kazuya’s size. He unceremoniously ducks under Kazuya’s arm and settles himself on Kazuya’s lap with an unconscious purr, and Kazuya’s life is so hard.
“Bakamura, it’s 1 am, you should be sleeping.” He tugs on one of Eijun’s ear, and EIjun hisses, batting his hand away playfully. “You ate at six.”
“Fried rice Miyuki!” During good days, Eijun is insistent. When he’s feeling particularly playful though, Eijun is outright obstinate, and Miyuki’s lost many a shirt to his claws. Miyuki sighs, and tries to dislodge Eijun from his lap.
“You have to move, if you want me to feed the bottomless pit you call a stomach.”
“No!” Eijun refuses, and contorts his body so that even his legs are on Miyuki’s lap, pulling his tail in. Patience is a virtue, and the many years tell MIyuki that Eijun’s not actually hungry and more in need of attention.
“What’s wrong Bakamura?” Miyuki’s voice is soft, and he rubs at the base of Eijun’s spine. Eijun tucks himself in, his ears flattening, and in his grip, his tail thrashes.
“You hardly have time for me anymore.” There’s a quivering note to Eijun’s voice, which sets off warning bells in MIyuki’s head, because this is not typical Eijun behaviour. “Is it because I’m big?”
“Please don’t throw me away now that I’m big!” And it’s full blown distress. Eijun has his claws fisted in Kazuya’s shirt, cutting into his palm. Miyuki registers the way his palms have pinpricks of blood. Little hiccuping sobs wrecks Eijun’s chest, jerking it where it’s pressed to Kazuya. “You don’t sleep in the same bed with me, you don’t pet me, you don’t shower me do you not like me anymore Miyuki I’ll be good I’ll be really good-”
Kazuya doesn’t know how to fix it, has been blinded by his own struggles of attraction that he failed to notice the way he’s been hurting his most precious person, with his own insensitivity, and the evidence is here, Eijun crying because Kazuya broke his heart.
He wants to kiss Eijun, to comfort him like when Eijun was still a kitten, but the Eijun now is wearing MIyuki’s shirt, his collar around his neck and a vulnerable shoulder bared, and Kazuya’s heart is a mess, because Eijun’s his to protect, but he’s having these thoughts about him now that Eijun’s bigger, he’s never felt this way for anyone before-
“I’ll always want you, you silly cat.” But for now, Eijun’s in distress and Kazuya’s feelings can wait to mess him up, so he rubs his cheek against Eijun’s, the comforting gesture he learnt, rubbing Eijun’s scent glands on his face so that Eijun will feel comforted at the sign that he owns Kazuya. “Always.”
“You’re mine, Miyuki!” Eijun’s claws are sharp, as he finally wraps his arms around Kazuya. Cats scent mark to mark their property, and Eijun marks Kazuya, rubbing his entire body against him, his supine spine arching. “Mine! I won’t give you up.”
Yes, I’m yours, Kazuya wants to say, since the moment we met. But he doesn’t, because he’s full of secrets, and this too, is another one that he swallows.