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Too young, Rumi was, to remember the gentle, loving hands that cradled her when she was a baby. She was far too young to remember the fond look on her mother’s face, softly touching the tufts of purple hair, cautious to not hurt the child. “Purple hair.” She says softly.
“Is that a bad thing?” Her father spoke, his voice just as fond as hers. Rumi’s mother shook her head no, staring down at the young child with a soft look on her face.
“She looks like you, my love.” She smiles softly, comparing her lover and her daughter to each other. They both share the same purple locks, and she can’t help but wonder how her daughter would look older, with longer hair.
He just hums softly though, staring down at Rumi.. He takes in her wide, brown eyes, the features that she has yet to fully develop, and he smiles a little. “My sun, you are blinded by your love for me. Our daughter looks so much like you… If it weren’t for my hair, she would grow up to be your mirror image.”
“... I don’t want her to grow up to be like me.” Her mother admits softly, words she would never admit to speaking outside of this moment. He gestures for her to go on, taking a seat next to her and wrapping an arm around her. “My love, it took me so long to even try to accept that demons have their own thoughts, feelings, fears… You helped me fully realize that. I don’t want our daughter growing up like me, believing that demons are irredeemable monsters… especially considering…” She trails off.
“Me, my sun?” He smiles softly at her. “That will never happen, not as long as we’re around.”
Such an intimate moment would never be shared in the slightest. How could it be?
When Celine found out about this, she raged. “How could you, Mi-yeong?” She hissed out, having caught the two red handed.
“Celine, please, I know it’s hard considering everything we’ve been told but demons are not as bad as we thought.” She tried, getting in front of her lover.
The beauty of the Honmoon didn’t take away from the deadliness of it. Celine’s eyes narrowed, and with practiced ease, she manipulated the Honmoon to her will. It bent and wove itself to form her weapons.
“This is for your own good, Mi-yeong.” Her gaze turned to him, staring with the same look she always held when they fought demons. A product of all they had been taught. “You’ll understand one day.”
Mi-yeong found herself shoved out of her lover’s way as Celine attacked with intent to kill. A cry leaves her.
“Celine, please you don’t understand!”
“I understand that he prayed on your weaknesses! This is why we are not to show weaknesses! They pick up on it- prey on it!” Celine snapped, continuing to attack him.
Mi-yeong sobbed, begging her to stop. “Gwi-Ma knows we love each other- he can’t go back to the demon realm!” She pleaded.
“Good- he can’t escape.”
She couldn’t take it anymore, forcing herself over. In a deadly move, she got between her love and Celine, and got struck in the process.
Celine froze, dropping her weapons to the ground. “M-mi-yeoung… no,” she breathed out, horror seeping into her voice. She dropped to the ground, not noticing the demon do the same.
It was far too late for Mi-yeoung. “P-please… t-take care of,” she wasn’t even able to finish that.
“I will.” The words were never heard by Mi-yeong.
“She wasn’t asking you.” Celine growled out. She didn’t let him get away this time, plunging her blade into his chest, where his nonexistent heart would be. He looked horrified, but that’s not what would haunt Celine.
Before he died, he forced himself closer to Mi-yeong. “I’m sorry, my sun,” he managed out. “I will see you soon.”
Her pained expression, his peaceful one.
Celine screamed into the night, sobbing for far longer than she wanted too.
She was numb, going to her bandmates house. She expected for it to be silent, and was greeted with the screams of a child. She ran towards the noise and found herself face to face with a nursery.
“She was… she was pregnant.” Celine already knew that. Mi-yeong had been so coy about the father though, secretive of her pregnancy until she literally couldn’t be. The full picture is staring Celine in the face now though. She forced herself up and to the crib, peering down at the sobbing child inside.
Purple hair, the same colour as the demon responsible for Mi-yeong’s death. Celine drew her blade and held it over the sobbing infant. She had to look away, but her hand had not stopped shaking.
“I can’t.” She cast her blade aside, watching as it unwove itself, disappearing back into the Honmoon.
She forced herself to look back at the child, silent. Slowly, she picked Rumi up from the crib.
Rumi, far too young to remember her parents, to know she is supposed to grieve for them.
Celined tried. She tried so desperately to protect the one thing Mi-yeong left behind. She tried to raise Rumi.
When Rumi turned five, she ran to Celine, holding her arm out with a confused and scared look on her small face. She had started to grow into her features, and it truly became hard to look at her. The young girl looks so much like her mother.
She held her arm out, eyes wide with fear. “Celine- why it purple?”
The first marking had made its appearance.
That was it for her. “It’s normal.” Celine lied. Rumi believed her.
“Come- lets go for a walk.” Celine said later that day. She walked with Rumi, eerily quiet. She knew it made the child nervous, babbling on and on to try and get Celine to answer her- to talk to her.
Celine found what was looking for, stopping in front of a particularly weak spot in the Honmoon. She glanced at Rumi. “Do you see that?”
Rumi frowned at it, her small face scrunching in confusion. “A hole?”
Celine nodded. “You’re a brave girl, right?” She asked, softly. The young girl’s eyes lit up and she nodded vehemently. “Promise me you’ll be brave, and know that I’m doing what’s best for you?”
“Doing what…?” Rumi looked confused, moving closer to Celine. The woman put a hand on Rumi’s unmarked arm. She smiled at her sadly, and pushed her.
The fall felt long, with the mark on her arm starting to burn, the Honmoon resisting as if typing to figure out if this child belonged to the demon realm. She hit the stone floor with a yelp.
Gwi-Ma stared at this child, and chuckled. “Well, this is quite interesting… Perhaps I can use this.”
Celine adopted. It was a panicked move, but a strategic one. The Honmoon is a fickle thing, particular about those who can work with it, but people can be trained into it. So, she adopted a young girl, paying an extraordinary amount of money to keep the agency she adopted from silent.
As far as the press knew, this girl is Mi-yeong’s daughter. The only ones who know the truth is Celine, and the girl… and Rumi.
Nobody needs to know the truth… and nobody needs to know or grieve Rumi…
“That is the dumbest plan I have ever heard.” Jinu says simply, causing Rumi to groan.
“Jinu, it could work. The Honmoon responds to me I just need help with the rest of it.” She pleads to him.
“|Gwi-Ma will never agree to this.” He says with an amused look, petting Derpy.
“He’s desparate! They’re getting closer and closer to sealing it.” Rumi gives him a pleading look. “The Honmoon responds to me, it chose me and works for me as much as it works for any member of Huntrix. With my heritage,” she grins a little, “I could just as easily destroy it.”
“... Fine, I’ll hekp you.” He sighs, getting up. “We’re going to need a plan before we approach him, or we’ll look like fools.” Rumi pumps her fist in the air.
“I knew you’d agree!”
“Only because I can ask for something in return, I am not doing this for you.” He walks away with her, plans swirling in both their heads.