[FIC] Shounen Onmyouji
Title: Mating Season
Fandom: Shounen Onmyouji
Pairing: ... w-well!
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 442 words
Notes: Seimei is part kitsune, after all.



In retrospect, Guren should have realized it sooner. It was spring, after all, and normally Seimei was oddly content to let foxes cause all manner of mischief around the capital instead of sending his youngest grandson out to chastise them.

Guren tightened his arms around said youngest grandson as the boy tried to squirm free of his grasp yet again.

"Let me go, Guren!" Masahiro whined, kicking his legs petulantly. The backs of his heels drummed against Guren's legs, making the shikigami wince faintly. "I have to... to banish her, right?"

Letting his gaze stray to the vixen circling warily just outside easy reach of his flames, Guren snorted. "It's not you banishing her I'm worried about," he muttered.

The vixen flicked the tip of her singed tail at that, and stopped her pacing. She smiled at Masahiro, her lips parted softly and her mostly-human face flushed visibly red in the moonlight. Guren had to admit that her chosen form was fairly attractive, even if she appeared to be having trouble maintaining it fully--the color of her hair was closer to a fox's reddish coat than the sleek black it had been earlier, and in addition to the tail that swept across her ankles, her ears kept threatening to show through.

A young fox, then, possibly on one of her first trips out in human form. Not that, in Guren's mind, that fact excused her behavior at all. Her half-lidded eyes caught Masahiro's own strangely-dilated ones and, never breaking her gaze, she slowly and deliberately slipped the collar of her kosode over one pale shoulder.

Masahiro's breath hitched. "Guren--" he started again, cutting himself off with a startled cry as he was picked up and slung over one broad shoulder. "Guren, what are you doing?!"

"Taking you home." Guren turned said, and turned on his heel, doing his best to ignore the disappointed yip of the vixen behind him and Masahiro's equally put-out groan. "I want to have a talk with Seimei about his sense of humor."

"But-- but-- she's--" Masahiro's voice trailed off into a wordless whine.

Guren was suddenly glad he couldn't see the top-level pout that the boy was no doubt wearing. "She's going to go home and find another fox to mate with instead of you," he said, trying to keep the growl that kept threatening to sneak in out of his voice. "Seimei's grandson," he added as an afterthought.

Masahiro slammed his fists down against Guren's back hard enough to illicit a wheeze of breath from the shikigami. "DON'T CALL ME THAT," he yelled.

Rolling his eyes, Guren kept walking.