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The castle had gone quiet a while ago. Servants had stopped moving through the halls, the last candles outside Tsukasa's room had been snuffed, and the guards on rotation had settled into the kind of stillness that meant nothing was supposed to happen for the rest of the night.

Tsukasa was still awake anyway.

He wasn't restless exactly. He just wasn't tired. He'd tried lying down twice already, both times ending with him staring at the ceiling and thinking about absolutely nothing important — whether the garden roses needed replanting, whether Akito would let him skip his morning drills again, whether the cook would make the honey bread he liked if he asked nicely enough. None of it was worth losing sleep over, and yet here he was, sitting up in bed for the third time that night.

He was about to try again — lie down, close his eyes, actually mean it this time — when he heard it. A soft, deliberate step. Coming from the balcony.

Tsukasa's room was on the third floor. There was no ladder that reached this high, no trellis, nothing a person could reasonably climb. Which meant either he'd imagined it, or someone was out there who had no business being out there.

He should have called for Akito. That was the sensible thing to do, and he knew it. Instead he swung his legs out of bed and padded toward the balcony doors, curiosity winning out over caution the way it usually did with him.

He eased one of the doors open.

There was someone standing at the far end of the balcony, right at the edge where the railing met open air, looking out over the castle grounds like he owned the view. His clothes weren't anything Tsukasa recognized — no crest, no house colors, nothing that matched a noble family or a merchant guild. Dark, practical, meant for moving quietly rather than looking presentable. And his hands — when he lifted one to brush his hair back, Tsukasa caught a flicker of light along his fingers, faint traces of something glowing and fading like sparks that didn't quite go out.

A mage, then. Not one of the ones who served the crown.

"You're not exactly subtle for someone standing outside my window in the middle of the night," Tsukasa said, mostly because staying silent didn't feel like an option anymore.

The man turned around, entirely unbothered at having been caught. He was younger than Tsukasa expected, with an easy, crooked kind of smile, the sort that suggested he found most situations amusing regardless of how serious they were supposed to be.

"Oh, you're awake," he said, like that was the surprising part. "I was trying to be quiet."

"You weren't."

"Fair." He tilted his head, looking Tsukasa over with open curiosity. "So you're the prince everyone talks about. The one who can't sit still."

"I can sit still," Tsukasa said, a little defensively.

"Sure you can." The man's smile widened. "Name's Rui, by the way. Kamishiro Rui. Since you're going to ask eventually and I'd rather save us both the trouble."

Tsukasa didn't recognize the name, though something about the way Rui said it — like it was a fact he expected to matter, without explaining why — made him wonder if he was supposed to. He filed it away for later, when he had someone like Akito to ask.

"You're a mage," Tsukasa said instead. "Not one from the castle."

"No. Not from the castle." Rui said it plainly, without elaborating further, and something in his tone suggested that was the end of that particular thread for tonight. He glanced past Tsukasa toward the closed doors, then back again. "You should probably be asleep, Your Highness."

"So should you not be on my balcony."

"Touché." Rui laughed — a short, genuine sound. "Alright. Fair's fair. I did wake you up, technically, so I suppose I owe you something for that."

"You don't owe me anything. Just leave the way you came and I'll pretend this didn't happen."

"That's no fun." Rui took a step closer, close enough that Tsukasa could see the faint shimmer still clinging to his fingertips, like static that hadn't fully settled. "Let me make it up to you properly. Come take a walk with me."

Tsukasa raised an eyebrow. "It's the middle of the night."

"Perfect time for a walk, then. No one's around to bother us." Rui held out his hand, palm up, an open invitation.

Tsukasa should have said no. He knew that even as he was reaching for the hand anyway, some small reckless part of him deciding that a mysterious mage on his balcony at midnight was, if nothing else, more interesting than lying awake counting ceiling beams.

The moment his fingers closed around Rui's hand, Rui pulled him forward — not toward the door, but toward the railing, and then past it entirely.

"Wait—"

They went over the edge together.

For half a second Tsukasa's whole body braced for the drop, for the ground rushing up three stories below, for the kind of fall that ended badly. Instead there was a weightlessness that settled over him like a held breath, the wind catching his sleeves instead of his stomach dropping. He wasn't falling. He was floating, suspended in open air with Rui's hand still wrapped around his, both of them hovering well above the castle rooftops.

"You—" Tsukasa's voice came out higher than he meant it to. "You could have warned me."

"Where's the fun in that?" Rui grinned, clearly delighted by the reaction. "Relax. You're not going anywhere. I've got you."

It took a moment for Tsukasa's heartbeat to settle into something less frantic, but once it did, he had to admit the view was worth it. From up here the entire castle spread out beneath them — the sprawl of the gardens, the dark ribbon of the river cutting past the outer wall, torchlight scattered across the courtyards like little constellations that had fallen out of the sky and landed on the ground instead. Rui drifted them in a slow loop around the highest tower, unhurried, like this was something he did often and had simply decided to share tonight.

"This is..." Tsukasa didn't finish the sentence. He didn't need to. His face said enough.

"Better than staring at your ceiling, isn't it?"

"How did you know I was staring at my ceiling?"

"Lucky guess." Rui's grin turned sly. "You've got the look of someone who overthinks bedtime."

Tsukasa opened his mouth to argue, and that was exactly when Rui let go.

There was no warning, no countdown, just the sudden absence of the hand holding his, and then the ground was rushing toward him for real this time, the wind screaming past his ears, his stomach lurching somewhere up near his throat. He didn't even have time to shout properly before an arm hooked around his waist and the fall stopped as abruptly as it started, leaving him hanging safely a few feet above the courtyard cobblestones, heart slamming against his ribs.

"You—" Tsukasa managed, breathless, "—absolute—"

"You should see your face right now," Rui said, laughing so hard he nearly lost his own balance in midair. "Truly. A masterpiece."

"That wasn't funny!"

"It was a little funny."

"I could have died!"

"You couldn't have. I had you the whole time." Rui said it lightly, but there was something steady underneath the teasing, an assurance that didn't waver even as he grinned through it. "I'm not that careless."

Tsukasa wanted to stay angry about it, he really did, but the adrenaline was already fading into something closer to reluctant amusement, especially once Rui started drifting them back upward, back toward the balcony they'd left, cutting a slow, easy path through the night air like nothing had happened at all.

"You're insufferable," Tsukasa said, without much heat behind it.

"I've been told." Rui didn't sound remotely bothered by the accusation.

They landed back on the balcony a minute later, Rui setting Tsukasa down with more care than the whole ordeal probably warranted, given he'd been the one to cause most of the panic in the first place. Tsukasa's legs felt a little unsteady, more from nerves than the actual flight, and he gripped the railing for a second to be sure the ground under his feet was actually solid this time.

"There," Rui said, stepping back onto the railing's edge, perfectly balanced despite there being nothing but open air behind him. "Debt repaid. I'd say we're even."

"You nearly gave me a heart attack. I don't think that counts as repaying anything."

"Details." Rui waved a hand, the faint shimmer trailing after his fingers again. "You should get some sleep, Your Highness. Big day tomorrow, probably. Princes usually have those."

"You're the one who kept me up."

"And I'm the one telling you to go to bed now. Funny how that works." He was already leaning back, one foot lifting off the railing like he intended to simply drop backward into the dark. "See you around."

"Wait—" Tsukasa started, though he wasn't entirely sure what he meant to say after that.

Rui was already gone, a faint shimmer of light trailing after him into the night sky before fading out completely, leaving the balcony quiet again, like nothing had happened at all.

Tsukasa stood there for a long moment, staring at the empty stretch of sky where the light had disappeared, his heart still not quite settled. Then he stepped back inside, closed the balcony doors, and climbed into bed.

He didn't fall asleep right away. But when he finally did, it wasn't ceiling beams he was thinking about anymore.

The next morning, over breakfast, Akito noticed he was unusually quiet.

"You're not eating," Akito said, setting down his own utensils to actually look at him. "Something happen?"

"No," Tsukasa said, a little too quickly. "Nothing happened."

Akito narrowed his eyes, clearly not convinced, but he let it go, the way he usually did when Tsukasa clearly wasn't going to elaborate. Tsukasa was grateful for that, if only because he wasn't entirely sure how he'd have explained it even if he'd tried.

A mage came to my balcony last night and took me flying, didn't seem like something Akito would take particularly well. Not this early in the morning, anyway.

The second time, it was the library.

Tsukasa had ducked in there after his lessons, mostly to avoid the tutor who wanted to go over trade agreements for another hour, and he'd settled into one of the reading chairs with a book he had no real intention of finishing. He was a few pages in when a voice spoke up from somewhere directly behind his chair.

"Boring book?"

Tsukasa nearly threw it across the room. He twisted around so fast he almost tipped the chair, and there was Rui, leaning against the shelf like he'd been standing there for ages, arms crossed, looking entirely too pleased with himself.

"How did you get in here?"

"Same way I get anywhere." Rui shrugged, as if that explained everything. "You really do jump easily, you know that?"

"I don't jump easily. You just keep sneaking up on me."

"That's part of my charm."

"It's not charming, it's alarming." Tsukasa pressed a hand to his chest, willing his heartbeat to slow back down. "Do you have to keep doing this?"

"Doing what?"

"Appearing out of nowhere. In the middle of the castle. Where anyone could see you."

"No one saw me." Rui said it simply, without any particular concern, like the castle guards and its dozens of staff were somehow beneath his notice. "Besides, I like finding you when you're alone. You're more interesting than when you've got an audience."

"I'm not interesting at all. I'm reading a book about trade tariffs."

"See, that's exactly the kind of thing that makes you interesting. A prince who could be doing anything and chooses to suffer through tariffs voluntarily." Rui pushed off the shelf and dropped into the chair across from him, uninvited, propping his chin on one hand. "Tell me something else boring. I want to hear more."

Tsukasa gave him a flat look, though it didn't carry much real irritation behind it. "You're impossible."

"I've been told that too."

The third time was worse, because it happened in his own bathing chambers, and Tsukasa was fairly sure he yelled loud enough that a guard nearly came running.

He'd been alone — or so he thought — steam curling up from the water, half-drowsing against the edge of the tub, when a voice from the direction of the window said, "You know, for someone who's supposedly always busy, you spend a lot of time doing nothing."

Tsukasa's whole body jolted upright, water sloshing over the side. "GET OUT."

Rui, perched casually on the windowsill like he'd simply wandered in off the breeze, raised both hands in mock surrender, though he was clearly fighting back a laugh. "Relax, I'm not looking at anything. I have some manners."

"You have none. Get out, right now, before I actually call someone."

"Fine, fine." Rui hopped down from the sill, unbothered, already halfway transparent at the edges like he was dissolving back into whatever he used to travel. "You really do overreact."

"I do not overreact when someone breaks into my bath."

"I didn't break in. The window was open."

"That's not—" Tsukasa dragged a wet hand down his face. "That is not the same thing, Rui."

But he was already gone, laughter trailing faintly behind him, leaving Tsukasa alone in the water with his heart still hammering and no good way to explain to anyone why he'd screamed loud enough to worry the guards.

By the fourth time, Tsukasa had almost — almost — started expecting it.

He was out in the garden that evening, sitting on the low stone wall near the fountain because it was quiet and nobody bothered him there, when a shimmer of light landed soundlessly on the wall beside him. He didn't jump this time. He just sighed.

"You're getting slow," Rui said, sounding almost disappointed. "I was hoping for at least a little scream."

"I've learned to expect you now."

"That takes the fun out of it."

"Good. Maybe you'll stop."

"Doubt it." Rui stretched his legs out, looking entirely at home despite sitting on castle grounds where he very much did not belong. "You're too easy to bother. It's become something of a hobby."

Tsukasa glanced sideways at him, curiosity getting the better of his irritation. "Don't you have anywhere else to be? Things mages do?"

"Plenty of places." Rui's tone stayed light, but there was something underneath it that didn't quite match — a flicker of something more careful, gone as quickly as it came. "But this is more fun."

"That's not an answer."

"It's the only one you're getting tonight." He grinned, nudging Tsukasa's shoulder with his own. "Don't look so suspicious. I told you already — I'm not here to cause you any trouble."

"You've caused me plenty of trouble. I nearly fell to my death because of you."

"And I caught you. That's the part that matters." Rui hopped back up onto the wall's edge, balancing there with the same easy confidence he seemed to bring to every impossible height. "Sleep well, Your Highness. Try not to scream at any more windows."

He was gone before Tsukasa could throw anything back at him, the space beside the fountain empty again except for the faint, fading shimmer of light drifting off into the dark.

Tsukasa sat there a while longer, staring at nothing in particular, and found himself — against his better judgment — a little disappointed that Rui hadn't stayed longer.

The tea party had been arranged weeks in advance — a visiting prince from the eastern territories, along with his younger sister, both of them polite in the stiff, rehearsed way that came from years of etiquette lessons. Tsukasa had been on his best behavior the entire afternoon, smiling at the right moments, asking the right questions about their journey, carefully not mentioning anything that might embarrass either kingdom.

He was mid-sentence, saying something about the garden roses, when a voice spoke directly into his ear.

"You look so bored it hurts to watch."

Tsukasa's teacup rattled against its saucer. He whipped his head to the side, half expecting Rui to be standing right there, close enough to have whispered it — but there was nothing. No shimmer of light, no crooked grin, not even a shadow out of place. Just the garden hedge and a startled sparrow that took off from a nearby branch.

"Your Highness?" the visiting prince asked, blinking at him. "Is something wrong?"

"No — nothing." Tsukasa forced his voice back to something even, setting his teacup down with more care than it probably needed. "I thought I heard something."

"I didn't hear anything," the princess said, glancing around politely, clearly trying to be helpful.

"It's nothing. My mistake." Tsukasa picked his cup back up, willing his pulse to settle, even as his eyes kept darting toward the hedges, the fountain, the empty stretch of garden path, searching for a face that wasn't there.

He didn't find it. But he could have sworn, faintly, underneath the polite chatter starting up again around the table, that he heard someone laughing.

High above, well out of sight of anyone below, Rui was stretched out along the peak of the castle roof, chin propped on one hand, watching the entire tea party unfold like it was the most entertaining thing he'd seen all week.

"Priceless," he murmured to himself, grinning so wide it nearly hurt. Tsukasa's head had snapped around so fast he'd nearly spilled his tea, eyes wide and searching, looking absolutely nowhere near where Rui actually was. It never got old.

He hadn't even needed to be close. A little trick of sound carried on the wind, dropped right into someone's ear from a rooftop away — simple, harmless, and endlessly satisfying to watch land. He could see Tsukasa still glancing around every few minutes, unable to fully settle back into the conversation, clearly convinced he'd imagined it and equally clearly not quite believing that either.

"You're going to give yourself away eventually," Rui said under his breath, propping his other arm behind his head as he watched Tsukasa attempt, and fail, to look unbothered. "But not today."

He stayed there a while longer, perfectly comfortable on the sloped roof tiles, content just to watch — the visiting prince droning on about something, the princess laughing politely at a joke that wasn't very funny, and Tsukasa in the middle of it all, still stealing glances at empty corners of the garden like the answer might be hiding there.

Eventually the tea party wound down, guests excusing themselves, servants clearing the table, and Tsukasa lingered a moment by himself near the fountain before heading back inside. Rui watched him go, that same soft, private sort of smile settling over his face — the kind he never let anyone see up close.

"Sleep well, Your Highness," he said quietly, to no one who could hear him this time, before the wind picked up and the rooftop was empty again.

A couple of days later, Rui found himself cutting through the back grounds of the castle on his way to the balcony, in no particular hurry. The area wasn't heavily guarded — mostly storage sheds, the old stables, a path the staff used to move between buildings without cutting through the main courtyard. Which was exactly why he liked walking through there. Fewer eyes, fewer questions, and it amused him to stroll through castle territory like he had every right to be there.

He didn't expect to run into anyone. Which was, in hindsight, a mistake.

Akito came around the corner of the stables at the same moment Rui turned down the path, and there was a brief stretch of silence where both of them simply stopped and looked at each other.

Akito's hand moved to his sword hilt almost immediately. "Who are you."

It wasn't a question so much as a demand, and Rui found that he liked that about him instantly. Most people either startled or tried to be polite about it. Akito just went straight for suspicion.

"Just someone taking a walk," Rui said, unbothered, hands staying loose and visible at his sides. "You're the prince's knight, aren't you. Shinonome Akito, I'm guessing."

"How do you know my name."

"People talk." Rui shrugged. "You're a little famous around here, you know. Fastest sword in the guard, or something like that."

"That's not an answer to who you are."

"Fair enough." Rui tilted his head, considering how much to actually say, and settled on something close enough to true to sound believable. "I'm passing through. Don't get many mages wandering behind the stables, huh."

Akito's eyes narrowed at the word mage, his grip on the hilt tightening slightly. "There's no reason for a mage to be back here. Court mages have their own quarters."

"Good thing I'm not a court mage, then."

That got Akito's attention in an entirely different way, his stance shifting, weight settling more evenly like he was already calculating distance and angles. "Then you shouldn't be on castle grounds at all."

"Probably not," Rui agreed cheerfully, which clearly wasn't the reaction Akito had been expecting. "But here I am anyway."

"I could arrest you for that."

"You could try." Rui smiled, easy and unbothered, though something in his tone had gone a little sharper underneath the humor, an edge that hadn't been there a moment ago. "I'd rather you didn't, though. Would rather not ruin either of our evenings."

For a long moment neither of them moved, Akito clearly weighing whether this stranger was worth drawing his sword over, and Rui clearly enjoying watching him think it through. The air between them had gone tense in a way that had nothing to do with mischief anymore.

Then Rui broke it himself, stepping back a pace with both hands raised, palms out. "Relax. I'm not here to cause trouble tonight. Genuinely." He said it plainly, without the usual teasing lilt, like it actually mattered that Akito believe him. "Ask around if you want. I'm harmless enough when I feel like it."

"That's not reassuring."

"Wasn't trying to be." Rui's grin came back, quick and easy, like the tension had never happened at all. "Tell your prince I said hello, would you?"

Akito's grip on his sword didn't loosen. "You know the prince."

"We've met." Rui was already turning to leave, unhurried, like the conversation had reached its natural end regardless of whether Akito agreed. "He's more interesting than he lets on, your prince. You should ask him about it sometime."

"Wait—"

But Rui was already rounding the corner of the stable, and by the time Akito came after him, the path behind the sheds was empty, no footprints, no trace, nothing to prove anyone had been standing there at all except the uneasy feeling settling low in Akito's chest.

He stood there a long moment, hand still resting on his sword, turning over the stranger's last words. He's more interesting than he lets on.

Akito didn't like the sound of that at all.

A few afternoons later, Tsukasa ended up in the library again, curled into the same reading chair by the window with a book propped open on his lap. The afternoon sun had made the room warm, quiet, the kind of quiet that didn't ask anything of him, and somewhere between one page and the next his eyes had drifted shut without his permission.

He didn't hear anyone come in. No footsteps, no creak of the floor, nothing that should have announced Rui's arrival at all — and yet, when Tsukasa finally stirred and blinked his eyes open, Rui was already there, sitting in the chair across from him, elbows on his knees, chin resting on both hands, watching him with quiet, unhurried attention.

He hadn't startled him awake. He hadn't said a word, hadn't made a sound, hadn't done anything at all except sit there, patient, like he'd simply been content to wait for however long it took.

Tsukasa blinked the last of the sleep away, disoriented for a moment by how still everything was. "...How long have you been sitting there?"

"A while," Rui said, voice quieter than usual, none of the usual teasing edge to it. "You looked comfortable. Didn't want to wake you."

"That's new." Tsukasa pushed himself more upright in the chair, the book slipping slightly on his lap. "You usually can't resist."

"I can resist plenty of things. Just don't feel like it, most days." Rui's mouth curved, but it wasn't quite the usual grin — something softer instead, easier. "You fell asleep in the middle of a sentence, by the way. Book's still open to the same page."

"I wasn't asleep for long."

"Long enough." Rui tilted his head, studying him the way he always did, except there was no mischief behind it this time, nothing waiting to spring. "You look different when you're not trying to be anything in particular. Just quiet. It's a good look on you."

Tsukasa felt his face warm at that, more than he wanted to admit, and busied himself with straightening the book instead of meeting Rui's eyes directly. "You could have just left, you know. Instead of sitting there watching me sleep like some kind of—"

"Some kind of what?"

"I don't know. It's strange, Rui."

"Maybe." Rui didn't seem bothered by the accusation at all, settling back further into the chair, in no apparent hurry to leave. "I liked it, though. Didn't feel the need to make it stranger than it already was."

The quiet that followed wasn't uncomfortable, exactly, just unfamiliar — Rui simply sitting there without teasing, without vanishing the second things went still, content instead to stay a while longer than usual.

"You're staring again," Tsukasa said eventually, mostly to fill the silence.

"I know." Rui didn't look away. "Go back to your book. I don't mind waiting."

Tsukasa hesitated before doing exactly that, though he found it considerably harder to focus on the page than before, acutely aware of the eyes still resting on him from across the small space between the chairs — and, more than that, aware of how little he minded them being there at all.

It was well past midnight when Rui returned to the balcony, though this time he didn't bother waking anyone up.

Tsukasa was already asleep, curled on his side facing away from the window, blankets pulled up to his shoulder, breathing slow and even in the way that meant he wasn't going to be stirring anytime soon. Rui glanced through the gap in the curtains just long enough to confirm that, then settled himself against the railing instead, content to just look out at the grounds for a while.

The night was clear, stars scattered thick overhead, the kind of sky that made the castle below look small in comparison. Rui tipped his head back against the stone and let his eyes wander over it all — the dark shapes of the rooftops, the faint glow of torches still burning along the outer wall, the occasional shift of movement where the guards made their rounds.

He watched them for a while, mostly out of habit. Two patrolling the eastern wall, another pair further down near the gates, all of them moving in the same practiced, unhurried rhythm of people who'd walked the same route enough times to do it half asleep. None of them ever looked up. None of them ever thought to.

It was almost too easy, watching them like this — knowing exactly where each one stood, how long before they rotated positions, how much space existed between one patrol and the next before someone might actually notice something out of place. Rui turned that thought over for a moment, the way he sometimes did without meaning to, and then let it go just as easily. Not tonight. Tonight he wasn't here for any of that.

It was Akito he found himself watching longest, eventually.

The knight was stationed near the base of the tower, mostly out of sight from where Tsukasa's room sat, standing watch with the kind of stillness that came from actually taking the job seriously rather than simply enduring it. Rui had seen plenty of guards over the years who treated a night shift as something to survive until morning. Akito wasn't one of them. He stood like someone who expected trouble to show up eventually and intended to be ready for it when it did.

Rui huffed out something close to a laugh, quiet enough not to carry. "You'd probably have a heart attack if you knew I was up here right now."

Akito, of course, didn't hear him. Didn't so much as glance up. He simply kept his post, eyes moving steadily over the grounds below, entirely unaware that the very thing he was so clearly on guard against was currently leaning against the railing two floors above him, watching him do it.

There was something almost funny about that, Rui thought. Almost.

He let his gaze drift back toward the sleeping shape behind the curtains, the steady rise and fall of blankets that meant Tsukasa hadn't woken, wasn't going to wake, wouldn't even know Rui had been here at all come morning. It was a strange kind of quiet, sitting up here like this — no teasing, no games, nothing to perform for anyone. Just the sky, the rooftops, a knight who took his job too seriously to ever notice what was right above his head, and a prince who slept soundly enough not to need protecting tonight anyway.

Rui stayed a while longer, arms folded over the railing, chin resting on them, watching the stars shift slowly overhead the way they did every night whether anyone was awake to see it or not.

"Sleep well," he murmured eventually, to the room behind him this time, quiet enough that even the walls barely caught it.

Then he pushed off from the railing, and the balcony was empty again before the next patrol came around.

The gap in the wall was small, easy to miss unless someone was looking for it, tucked behind an overgrown hedge near the old storage sheds. Tsukasa had noticed it purely by accident, cutting through the back grounds on his way to nowhere in particular, and once he'd noticed it he couldn't quite make himself stop staring at it.

It was just wide enough to see through — a sliver of the world beyond the castle wall, trees and open road and the kind of ordinary countryside Tsukasa almost never got to look at without an escort standing three feet behind him. He crouched down in front of it, curiosity winning out the way it usually did, and pressed his eye to the gap to get a better look.

"See anything interesting?"

Tsukasa yelped and nearly toppled backward into the hedge.

Rui was crouched right beside him this time, mirroring his position perfectly, having apparently settled there without so much as a whisper of warning. No shimmer of light beforehand, no voice from a distance, nothing to announce he'd arrived at all — just suddenly there, close enough that his shoulder had been nearly brushing Tsukasa's the whole time.

"How—" Tsukasa pressed a hand to his chest, glaring sideways at him. "How do you keep finding new ways to do that?"

"Keeps things interesting." Rui grinned, clearly pleased with himself. "You'd get bored if I did the same thing every time."

"I would not get bored. I would very much prefer a normal heart rate."

"Where's the fun in a normal heart rate?" Rui peered through the gap himself, curious despite having presumably seen the same view from much higher up plenty of times before. "What are you even looking at? It's just trees."

"I know it's just trees. I've just never actually seen them from here." Tsukasa sat back on his heels, a little sheepish now that he'd said it out loud. "I don't get to leave the castle much. Not without half the guard trailing behind me."

"That does sound exhausting."

"It's not exhausting. It's just—" Tsukasa hesitated, searching for the right word. "Contained, I suppose."

Rui hummed thoughtfully at that, glancing at him with something unreadable behind the usual mischief. "I could take you out there, you know. Properly, not just through a hole in a wall."

"Absolutely not."

"Why not?"

"Because the last time I trusted you with something like that, I nearly fell to my death from a castle roof."

"That was one time."

"That was enough times." But Tsukasa was fighting back a smile even as he said it, and Rui clearly noticed, looking entirely too pleased about it.

Neither of them heard the footsteps approaching from the path behind the sheds, too caught up in the argument to notice until a voice cut through it, low and sharp.

"Tsukasa."

They both turned at once. Akito stood a few paces off, hand already resting on his sword hilt, eyes fixed past Tsukasa entirely — locked instead on Rui, who hadn't moved from his crouched position by the wall, unbothered in a way that only made Akito's expression harder.

"You," Akito said, voice flat and cold in a way Tsukasa rarely heard from him. "Stay away from him."

"Akito—" Tsukasa started, scrambling upright, though he wasn't entirely sure yet what he meant to say.

"Get behind me." Akito's sword was already half out of its sheath, his focus never once leaving Rui.

Rui straightened up slowly, hands loose at his sides the same way they'd been the first time, though the easy grin had faded into something more careful. "We were just talking."

"I don't care what you were doing." Akito's grip tightened. "I told you to stay off these grounds."

"And yet here I am." Rui's tone stayed light, but his eyes flicked briefly to Tsukasa, checking, before settling back on Akito. "Relax. Nobody's in any danger."

"You don't get to tell me to relax." Akito took a step forward, angling himself so that Tsukasa was fully behind him now, whether Tsukasa liked it or not. "I don't know what you are, but I know you shouldn't be anywhere near the prince."

"Akito, it's fine, really—" Tsukasa tried again, but Akito didn't so much as glance back at him.

"It's not fine." Akito's voice hadn't risen, but there was an edge underneath it that made it clear the conversation wasn't up for negotiation. "Leave. Now."

For a moment nobody moved, the air between all three of them tight enough that Tsukasa could hear his own pulse in his ears. Then Rui exhaled, something like amusement flickering back across his face even as he took a step back.

"Alright. No need to get dramatic about it." He glanced past Akito's shoulder, straight at Tsukasa, something softer passing over his expression just briefly before the usual grin slid back into place. "See you around, Your Highness."

He was gone before Akito could respond, the space by the wall empty except for a fading shimmer of light drifting up over the hedges and out of sight.

Akito didn't lower his sword right away, watching the empty air for a long moment like he expected Rui to reappear out of spite. When he finally turned around, his expression hadn't softened much.

"How long has that been happening."

Tsukasa opened his mouth, closed it again, and decided that lying probably wasn't going to help matters. "...A while."

Akito's jaw tightened. He sheathed his sword, finally, though the motion was sharp, more frustration in it than relief. "A while. Define a while."

"A few weeks, maybe." Tsukasa shifted his weight, suddenly very interested in the gap in the wall rather than Akito's face. "It's not like it sounds."

"You've been meeting with an unregistered mage behind the castle for weeks and it's not like it sounds." Akito's voice had gone flat in that particular way it did when he was trying very hard not to raise it. "Tsukasa."

"He's not dangerous."

"You don't know that."

"I do know that, actually. He's had plenty of chances to hurt me by now if he wanted to." Tsukasa crossed his arms, some of his earlier sheepishness giving way to stubbornness instead. "He's just — he's mischievous. Annoying, sometimes. But not dangerous."

"Mischievous people don't usually vanish into thin air the second someone draws a sword on them." Akito exhaled slowly, dragging a hand down his face. "Do you have any idea who that could have been? What he could be?"

"I know his name. Rui. Kamishiro Rui" Tsukasa hesitated. "That's about all I know, if I'm honest."

Akito went very still at that. "Kamishiro."

"You've heard the name before."

"I've heard the name before," Akito repeated, though his tone made it clear that wasn't good news. He glanced back toward the hedges, toward the space where Rui had disappeared, like he half expected the name alone to summon him back. "There have been reports. Nothing confirmed, mostly rumors passed between the guard, but enough of them that the name's come up more than once. A mage matching that description has been tied to disappearances near the border towns. Some kind of unrest with the mage guilds a few kingdoms over."

Tsukasa's stomach dropped slightly, though he tried not to let it show. "That doesn't mean it's the same person."

"How many mages do you think go by Rui and can vanish without a trace?" Akito's eyes were sharp now, worried in the specific way he got when something actually frightened him rather than just annoyed him. "Tsukasa, if even half of what I've heard is true, you shouldn't be anywhere near him. Let alone alone, behind the castle, with no guard in sight."

"He's never tried to hurt me."

"That doesn't mean he won't."

"He caught me when I fell." The words came out before Tsukasa fully thought them through, a little more defensive than he meant them to sound. "From the sky, Akito. He's had a hundred chances to just let something happen to me and he hasn't."

Akito's expression shifted at that — not quite softer, but troubled in a different way, like the information had rearranged something in his head rather than settled it. "From the sky."

"That's not the point."

"That is very much the point." Akito pinched the bridge of his nose. "How long exactly have you been keeping this from me?"

Tsukasa didn't answer right away, which was answer enough on its own.

"Right." Akito let out a long breath, some of the sharpness in his posture finally easing, replaced by something closer to exhaustion. "I'm not going to pretend I understand why you'd trust someone like that. But I am your knight, Tsukasa, whether you remember that or not most days. If he comes near you again—"

"You'll what? Attack him?"

"If I have to." Akito's tone left no room for argument. "I don't care how charming he is, or how many times he's caught you falling off buildings. My job is keeping you alive, not trusting your judgment on mysterious strangers with glowing hands."

Tsukasa opened his mouth to argue further, then thought better of it, mostly because he didn't actually have a good counter for that particular point.

"Just—" Akito started walking back toward the main grounds, clearly expecting Tsukasa to follow. "Tell me next time. Before I find out by nearly drawing my sword on someone in the middle of a conversation."

"Fine." Tsukasa fell into step beside him, quieter than usual. "Next time."

Akito glanced sideways at him, something skeptical in his expression, like he already suspected there wouldn't be a next time Tsukasa actually told him about in advance. He wasn't wrong to suspect it.

The afternoon sun was warm on the balcony stones when Rui showed up again, though this time there was no trick to it — no whispered voice, no sudden shimmer out of nowhere. He simply appeared at the railing beside Tsukasa, the way anyone might walk up and lean against something, and stayed quiet for a moment before saying anything at all.

"You've got a face on," Rui said eventually, studying him. "What happened?"

Tsukasa kept his eyes on the horizon, arms folded over the railing. "Akito knows about you. About us talking, I mean."

"I gathered that much, given the sword."

"He told me things. About you." Tsukasa hesitated, choosing his next words carefully. "Rumors, mostly. Disappearances near the border towns. Some kind of trouble with the mage guilds."

Rui didn't say anything right away, which was answer enough on its own, and Tsukasa finally turned to look at him properly.

"Is it true?"

"Some of it, probably." Rui's voice stayed even, though something behind his expression had gone careful, guarded in a way Tsukasa hadn't seen from him before. "Rumors usually have a little truth buried somewhere in them."

"That's not really an answer."

"It's the only one I've got right now." Rui glanced away, out toward the same view Tsukasa had been staring at, and for once he didn't seem to have anything clever to fill the silence with.

Tsukasa studied him for a long moment, something complicated settling behind his own expression — not quite fear, not quite disappointment, something tangled up between the two that he didn't have a clean word for. He didn't say anything else, just let the quiet stretch, and that alone seemed to bother Rui more than any accusation would have.

"Hey." Rui's tone shifted, softer now, the usual lilt gone from it. "Don't look like that."

"I'm not looking like anything."

"You are. You've got this—" Rui gestured vaguely at Tsukasa's face, frowning slightly himself now, like the sight of it actually troubled him. "This look. Like you're trying to decide something you don't want to decide."

Tsukasa didn't answer, mostly because he wasn't sure himself what he was trying to decide, and the not knowing was part of what made his chest feel tight.

Rui watched him a moment longer, then straightened up off the railing, something decided in the set of his shoulders. "Come on. Let's get out of here for a bit."

"Out of here, meaning—"

"The city. Properly this time. Feet on the ground, no falling involved." Rui held out his hand, though this time it felt less like an invitation to mischief and more like an actual offer. "You look like you could use it."

Tsukasa glanced back toward his room, toward the door that led to hallways full of guards and duties and Akito's warnings still fresh in his ears. He knew what the sensible answer was.

He took Rui's hand anyway.

They didn't fly this time. Rui led them down through a servants' passage Tsukasa hadn't even known existed, out past the old orchard wall, until they reached the edge of the city proper — and it was only once they were standing among actual crowds that Rui paused, glancing sideways at him with a familiar spark of mischief returning to his expression.

"You're going to get recognized in about four seconds looking like that," he said. "Hold still."

"Wait, what are you—"

A faint shimmer passed over both of them, quick and warm like sunlight through water, and when it settled Tsukasa caught his own reflection in a nearby window and nearly didn't recognize himself. His hair had darkened slightly, his clothes shifted into something plain and unremarkable, nothing that marked him as anything other than an ordinary young man out for the afternoon. Rui had changed too — plainer clothes, hair a different shade, nothing about him that would draw a second glance.

"That's—" Tsukasa turned his hands over, half expecting them to look different too. "That's incredible."

"It's a small trick. Wears off in a few hours." Rui looked pleased with himself regardless. "Come on. Let's actually enjoy this instead of standing around admiring my handiwork."

The city was louder than Tsukasa remembered it being, back when he'd seen it from carriages with an escort trailing behind. Vendors called out over each other, children darted between stalls, the smell of fresh bread and something frying nearby mixed together in a way that made his stomach growl despite himself. Nobody looked twice at him. Nobody bowed, or straightened up too fast, or watched him out of the corner of their eye the way people always did back at the castle. He was just another face in the crowd, and it felt strange in a way that was mostly, unexpectedly, good.

"This is what it's like all the time?" Tsukasa asked, trailing after Rui past a stall selling dyed fabric.

"More or less. Cities change, but the noise stays about the same." Rui glanced back at him, something almost fond in his expression. "You look like you're seeing color for the first time."

"I just don't usually get to walk around without someone watching my every move."

"Well. Enjoy it while it lasts."

They wandered for a while without any particular destination, Rui pointing out things here and there — a baker who apparently made the best honey rolls in the district, a fountain with a crooked statue that had been crooked for as long as anyone could remember, a narrow alley that supposedly led to the best view of the sunset if you didn't mind the smell of the tannery nearby. Tsukasa found himself laughing more than he expected to, the earlier heaviness from the balcony fading into the background under the noise and color of the market.

It was near a row of taverns that things went sideways.

A man stumbled out of one of the doorways, clearly deep into an afternoon of drinking despite the hour, and made a beeline straight for Tsukasa the moment their paths crossed, grabbing at his sleeve with unsteady fingers.

"Hey — hey, you," the man slurred, breath thick with ale. "Pretty thing like you shouldn't be walking around alone—"

"I'm not alone," Tsukasa said, trying to pull his arm free, more startled than actually afraid.

"Sure you are, sure you—"

Rui was there before the man finished the sentence, stepping neatly between them and prying the man's grip off Tsukasa's sleeve with far more strength than his easy posture suggested he had.

"He's with me," Rui said, tone still light but with an edge underneath it that hadn't been there a moment ago. "You should probably let go."

The man blinked blearily up at him, swaying slightly. "And who're you supposed to be—"

"Someone who'd rather not make a scene." Rui's grip on the man's wrist tightened just slightly, not enough to bruise, but enough to make a point. "Go sleep it off somewhere. This isn't the conversation you want to be having right now."

Something in his voice must have gotten through the haze, because the man muttered something unintelligible and stumbled off in the opposite direction without further argument, disappearing back into the noise of the market.

Rui turned back to Tsukasa immediately, all traces of that edge gone, replaced by something closer to concern. "You alright?"

"I'm fine." Tsukasa rubbed his wrist where the man had grabbed it, though it didn't actually hurt. "That was—thank you."

"Don't mention it." Rui's easy grin came back, though his eyes lingered on Tsukasa a moment longer than necessary, checking. "Should've stuck closer. My mistake."

"You're not my keeper, Rui."

"No." Rui's mouth quirked, something unreadable behind it. "But I'd rather nothing happened to you regardless."

Tsukasa didn't have a ready response for that, and for once, neither of them tried to fill the silence with anything else.

They ended up at that alley Rui had mentioned earlier, the one that supposedly had the best view of the sunset if you didn't mind the smell. The tannery smell turned out to be mostly bearable from a distance, and the view was exactly as good as promised — the sky over the rooftops slowly bleeding orange and pink, the castle itself visible in the distance, small enough from here that it looked almost unreal, like something out of a painting rather than the place Tsukasa actually lived.

They sat on a low wall at the alley's edge, close enough that their shoulders nearly touched, and for a while neither of them said much of anything.

"It looks different from here," Tsukasa said eventually, nodding toward the castle. "Smaller."

"Everything looks smaller from a distance. Doesn't mean it actually is." Rui leaned back on his hands, watching the sky instead of the castle. "Does it feel smaller too? Being out here?"

Tsukasa considered that honestly, turning the question over instead of brushing it off. "It feels quieter. I don't know if that's the same thing."

"Maybe not." Rui glanced at him sideways. "You looked lighter today. Out here. Before the drunk idiot ruined it, anyway."

"You didn't ruin anything. If anything you fixed it." Tsukasa picked at a loose thread on his sleeve, not quite meeting his eyes. "I don't think I've laughed that much in a while. Not like that."

"That's a little sad, for a prince who supposedly has everything."

"Having everything and having anything you actually want aren't the same thing." Tsukasa said it plainly, without much drama behind it, just a fact he'd apparently made peace with a while ago. "It's fine. I'm not complaining. I just don't get days like this very often."

Rui was quiet for a moment, something unreadable passing behind his expression as he looked at him. "You should get more of them, then."

"That's not really up to me."

"No," Rui agreed. "But it could be up to me, sometimes. If you wanted."

Tsukasa glanced over at him properly at that, something in his chest shifting in a way he didn't have a name for yet, and Rui held his gaze steady, none of the usual teasing hiding behind it for once.

Before either of them could say anything more, the shimmer around Tsukasa's disguise flickered, just slightly, the edges of it starting to fray.

"That's our cue," Rui said, standing and offering a hand to pull Tsukasa up after him. "Illusion's wearing thin. Wouldn't want you turning back into a prince in the middle of a crowded street."

"Right. That would be a problem." Tsukasa took his hand, letting himself be pulled to his feet, lingering there a beat longer than strictly necessary before letting go.

They made their way back toward the castle grounds as the sky deepened further, the noise of the market fading into quieter streets, then into the servants' passage Rui had led them through earlier. By the time they reached the orchard wall the disguise had faded entirely, Tsukasa's own face and clothes settling back into place, and with it came the familiar weight of everything waiting for him back inside — the guards, the schedules, Akito's warnings still sitting heavy in the back of his mind.

"Thank you," Tsukasa said quietly, before they parted ways at the wall. "For today."

"Anytime." Rui's grin was easier now, though something softer lingered underneath it. "Try not to get caught sneaking back in, Your Highness."

"I never get caught."

"Sure you don't." Rui was already drifting backward, the familiar shimmer starting to gather around him again. "See you around, Tsukasa."

He was gone before Tsukasa could respond, and Tsukasa stood there a moment longer at the orchard wall, the last of the sunset fading behind the rooftops, before finally turning to make his way back inside.

The next tea party was smaller than the last one, just a single visiting family this time — a duke from one of the coastal provinces, his wife, and their daughter, who couldn't have been more than fourteen and kept glancing around the garden with the restless energy of someone who'd rather be anywhere else. She was introduced as Princess Elara, though it came out that her mother's side carried mage blood as well, which apparently made her something of a rarity among the nobility — royal enough to sit at the table, mage enough to have people whispering about her at court functions.

Tsukasa found her considerably more interesting than the usual guests.

"You're a mage," he said, once the initial formalities had worn thin and the adults had drifted into a conversation about trade routes that clearly didn't interest either of them. "Properly, I mean. Not just royal blood."

Elara perked up slightly at that, some of the restlessness draining out of her posture. "A little. I'm not very good yet. Still learning."

"Can you show me something?"

Her eyes lit up at the request, glancing quickly toward her parents to make sure they weren't paying attention before leaning in conspiratorially. "I'm really not supposed to practice outside of lessons."

"I won't tell anyone."

That seemed to be all the convincing she needed. She held her hand out over her teacup, brow furrowing in concentration, and after a moment the cup lifted slowly off its saucer, wobbling slightly in the air like it was being held up by something unsteady rather than confident. It hovered there for a few seconds before drifting back down, landing with a soft clink that made her exhale in relief.

"That's incredible," Tsukasa said, genuinely impressed despite how simple the trick probably was in the grand scheme of things. "How long have you been able to do that?"

"About a year. It's harder than it looks. I still can't hold it steady for very long." Elara's cheeks had gone a little pink with pride at the reaction, clearly not used to anyone being this enthusiastic about her abilities. "I can try something a little bigger, if you want."

"Please."

She held her hand out again, this time aiming for one of the small decorative stones lining the garden path, brow furrowing harder with the effort. The stone twitched, lifted an inch off the ground — and then something slipped, her concentration faltering at the wrong moment, and instead of the stone it was a small burst of raw, unshaped energy that snapped out sideways and caught Tsukasa square in the chest.

There was no spell to it, no visible light or dramatic effect, just a sudden invisible force that hit him like a solid, unexpected shove, knocking the breath clean out of his lungs. He doubled over slightly in his chair, coughing hard for a few seconds as his body recovered from the surprise of it more than any actual pain.

"Oh — oh no, I'm so sorry!" Elara was on her feet immediately, hands pressed to her mouth in horror. "Are you alright? I didn't mean to, I lost my grip on it, I'm so sorry, Your Highness—"

"I'm fine," Tsukasa managed between coughs, waving a hand to reassure her even as his chest still ached faintly from the impact. "It just startled me. I'm alright."

"Are you sure? I can get someone, I can—"

"Elara, really, I'm fine." He straightened up, breathing evening out again, offering her what he hoped was a reassuring smile despite the lingering ache. "It didn't hurt. Just surprised me, that's all."

She still looked stricken, glancing anxiously between him and her parents, who thankfully hadn't noticed anything amiss over their conversation about trade routes. "I'm still not very good at aiming. I'm sorry, I really didn't mean—"

"It's fine. Truly." Tsukasa reached over and patted her hand once, trying to settle some of her panic. "You're still learning. These things happen."

Elara nodded slowly, though she kept glancing at him for the rest of the tea party like she expected him to suddenly keel over from delayed injury, and it took considerable reassurance on Tsukasa's part before she finally relaxed enough to enjoy the rest of the afternoon.

By the time the guests had left and the terrace had emptied out, Tsukasa's chest still ached faintly where the stray burst of magic had caught him, a dull soreness that hadn't quite faded even hours later. He pressed a hand to it absently as he made his way toward his room, more out of habit than actual concern, and didn't notice Rui leaning against the balcony doorway until he was already halfway across the room.

"You're rubbing your chest like something hurt," Rui said, straightening up. "What happened?"

"Nothing serious." Tsukasa dropped his hand self-consciously. "There was a visiting mage today. Young, still learning. She lost control of a spell and it caught me by accident."

Rui's expression shifted almost instantly, the easy lean against the doorframe replaced by something more alert. "Caught you how?"

"It wasn't anything, really. No spell attached to it, just raw force. Knocked the wind out of me for a second." Tsukasa waved a hand, trying to downplay it, though the wince that followed when he shifted his shoulder rather undercut the effort. "I'm fine. It barely even hurts anymore."

"Barely even hurts is not the same as doesn't hurt." Rui crossed the room in a few quick strides, closer than usual, studying him with an intensity that left no room for teasing. "Let me see."

"Rui, it's really not—"

"Humor me."

Tsukasa sighed, but pulled the collar of his shirt aside slightly regardless, revealing a faint bruise-like mark blooming just below his collarbone, more discoloration than injury, though it looked worse than it actually felt.

Rui went quiet for a moment, studying the mark with something unreadable passing behind his eyes. "Untrained mages shouldn't be aiming spells anywhere near people they're not supposed to be practicing on."

"She didn't mean it. She felt terrible, actually. Apologized about a dozen times."

"That doesn't make it hurt less."

"It really doesn't hurt that much." Tsukasa let his collar fall back into place, a little surprised by how seriously Rui seemed to be taking something this minor. "You're more bothered by this than I am."

"Maybe I am." Rui's voice had gone quieter, some of the usual lightness stripped out of it. "You're not exactly hard to hurt, you know. For someone who keeps ending up in situations where things go wrong around him."

"That's not fair. This wasn't my fault."

"I didn't say it was your fault." Rui reached out, fingers hovering just over the spot on Tsukasa's chest without quite touching it, like he wanted to do something about it but wasn't sure what. "I just don't like the idea of you getting hurt when I'm not around to stop it."

Tsukasa felt something warm settle in his chest at that, entirely separate from the ache still lingering there. "You can't always be around, Rui."

"I know." Rui's mouth twisted slightly, something almost frustrated behind the admission. "Doesn't mean I have to like it."

The quiet that followed wasn't uncomfortable, just heavier than usual, both of them standing closer than the conversation strictly required. Eventually Rui let his hand drop, some of the tension easing out of his shoulders, though the concern in his expression didn't fully disappear.

"Get some rest," he said finally, stepping back. "And tell your little mage friend to work on her aim before she practices near anyone else."

"I will." Tsukasa managed a small smile despite himself. "Thank you. For worrying, I mean."

"Don't get used to it." But there was no real bite behind the words, and Rui was smiling too, faint and genuine, before the familiar shimmer gathered around him and he was gone.

By the next afternoon, the ache in Tsukasa's chest had faded to little more than a memory, and with it went most of the lingering unease from the day before. The morning had been full of the usual tedium — a lesson on trade law he'd barely paid attention to, a brief and thankfully uneventful meeting with the household steward — and by the time it ended, he found himself craving nothing more complicated than a quiet hour outdoors with something sweet to eat.

The garden was quiet that afternoon, warm enough that Tsukasa had brought a small plate of sweets out with his tea and settled onto the bench near the fountain, content to enjoy a rare hour with nothing scheduled after it. He was midway through a honey cake when he noticed the cat.

It sat a short distance away, watching him with an unusually steady gaze for an animal — black all over, except for faint streaks of blue threading through its fur that caught the light strangely whenever it moved, like ink bleeding through dark water. Tsukasa had seen plenty of castle cats before, but never one marked quite like this.

"Well, hello," he said, setting his teacup down. "I don't think I've seen you around here before."

The cat didn't run off, which surprised him. Instead it padded closer, unhurried, and hopped up onto the bench beside him before climbing straight into his lap like it had every right to be there.

"You're a bold one." Tsukasa laughed softly, reaching down to scratch behind its ears. Its fur was soft, ordinary enough beneath his fingers, and for a moment nothing about the encounter seemed unusual at all.

Then a dull throb pulsed at the base of his skull, sharp enough to make him wince.

"Ow—" He pulled his hand back instinctively, pressing his fingers to his temple as the ache spread, and the cat, as if satisfied with something, leapt down from his lap immediately and darted off into the hedges without a backward glance, vanishing before Tsukasa could even process it was gone.

The headache didn't fade. If anything it worsened within seconds, a heavy, spreading pressure behind his eyes that made the garden tilt slightly at the edges. He gripped the bench for balance, breathing shallow.

"Something's—" He didn't get to finish the thought.

A wet warmth touched his lip, and when he lifted his fingers to it, they came away red. He stared at them, uncomprehending for a moment too long, the world already narrowing at the edges, sound fading into a dull ringing that swallowed up the garden's usual quiet. He tried to call out, tried to stand, but his legs gave out from under him before either happened, and the last thing he registered was the ground rushing up to meet him, the honey cake still sitting forgotten on its plate beside an overturned teacup.

Then everything went dark.

Rui hadn't planned on visiting so early in the day. He usually waited until evening, when the castle had quieted down and there was less chance of running into anyone but Tsukasa — but the conversation from the night before had stuck with him longer than he expected, that faint bruise beneath Tsukasa's collarbone nagging at him in a way he couldn't quite shake off. He told himself he just wanted to check that the ache had actually faded like Tsukasa promised it would. He didn't examine that reasoning too closely.

He cut through the garden on his way to the balcony, the same shortcut he always took, half-formed thoughts about what excuse he'd give for showing up in broad daylight still turning over in his mind — and then he saw the overturned teacup, and the thoughts scattered entirely.

Tsukasa was crumpled beside the fountain, and the sight of him stopped Rui cold.

"Tsukasa—" He was at his side in an instant, dropping to his knees, hands already moving before his mind had fully caught up with what he was looking at. Blood at the corner of his mouth, skin too pale, breathing shallow and uneven. "Hey. Hey, look at me."

No response. Rui pressed two fingers to the side of his neck, found a pulse that was there but weaker than it should have been, and forced the first spike of panic down hard enough to think past it. Panicking wouldn't help either of them right now.

He laid a hand flat against Tsukasa's chest, focusing past the surface of him, past skin and blood and breath, down to whatever was actually wrong — and found it almost immediately. Something foreign, threaded through his system in careful, deliberate lines, nothing natural about the way it sat there. Not an illness. Not an accident. Something planted, precise enough that whoever had done it had known exactly what they were doing.

"Who did this to you," Rui muttered, more to himself than to Tsukasa, voice low and hard.

There wasn't time to trace it back, not now, not with Tsukasa's breathing this unsteady. Rui pressed his palm harder against his chest, pulling together every scrap of control he had, forcing his own magic into the spaces between whatever had been planted there, not strong enough to undo it outright but enough, hopefully, to slow it down. To buy time. His hands shook slightly with the effort, more from restraint than exertion — the temptation to simply burn the foreign magic out by force was right there, and it would have been so much faster, except forcing it might do more damage than the poison itself.

"Come on," he said under his breath, willing the bleeding to slow, the color to hold, anything. "Not like this. Not yet."

Something in Tsukasa's breathing steadied, marginally, enough that Rui allowed himself half a second of relief before he moved, sliding one arm under his knees and the other behind his shoulders, lifting him carefully off the ground.

He didn't bother with the servants' passage this time. There wasn't time for subtlety, not when every second mattered more than staying hidden. Rui ran, Tsukasa's weight held tight against his chest, cutting straight across the open garden path toward the castle's main doors, no illusions, no disguise, nothing but speed.

"HELP—" His voice tore out louder than he meant it to, echoing off the courtyard walls. "Somebody help him, NOW—"

Guards turned at the noise, hands going for weapons at the sight of an unknown mage sprinting toward the castle carrying the bleeding, unconscious prince — but Rui didn't slow, didn't stop, didn't care in that moment whether a dozen swords were drawn on him.

"He's dying," Rui shouted, closing the last stretch of distance toward the doors, voice cracking with something far less controlled than the calm he'd forced himself into moments ago. "Get the healers, get anyone — NOW."

Somewhere behind him, he heard Akito's voice cut through the chaos, sharp with alarm, closing in fast.

Akito had been crossing the east corridor when the shouting started, and it took him only seconds to place the voice as the mage's, followed almost immediately by the sight of him bursting through the main doors with Tsukasa limp in his arms.

"Tsukasa—" Akito was moving before he'd even fully processed it, closing the distance in a dead sprint, sword forgotten entirely. "What happened, what did you do to him—"

"Nothing. I found him like this." Rui's voice was rough, none of the usual composure left in it. "Something's been done to him. Poison, a curse, I don't know exactly, but it's still active. He needs a healer, now, not questions."

Akito reached them, hands hovering uselessly for a moment like he didn't know where it was safe to touch, taking in the blood at Tsukasa's mouth, the grey cast to his skin. Whatever suspicion he'd been holding onto seemed to fracture under the immediate weight of the sight in front of him.

"This way." His voice cracked slightly, but he didn't let it stop him, already turning and shouting down the corridor. "HEALER! Someone get the royal healer, NOW, it's the prince—"

Servants scattered at the sound of it, one sprinting ahead to clear the path, another peeling off toward the healer's wing without waiting to be told twice. Akito led the way at a run, glancing back every few strides to make sure Rui was keeping pace, all pretense of hostility gone for the moment, replaced entirely by the same raw urgency written across both their faces.

"How long ago," Akito demanded, voice tight. "How long has he been like this?"

"Minutes. I got to him as fast as I could." Rui's arms tightened around Tsukasa protectively as they turned a corner, nearly colliding with a startled servant who flattened against the wall to let them pass. "I slowed it down, whatever it is, but I couldn't stop it completely. Not out there."

"You're sure it's not you? Some trick, some—"

"Does it look like a trick?" Rui's voice cracked with something sharp and exhausted all at once. "I don't have time to convince you right now, Akito. Just get us to the healer."

Something in his tone must have finally landed, because Akito didn't push further, just quickened his pace instead, leading them both through the final stretch of corridor toward the healer's wing, where the doors were already swinging open, a healer and two assistants rushing out to meet them halfway.

"Here—lay him down, quickly." The healer's hands were already moving the moment Rui lowered Tsukasa onto the waiting table, pressing fingers to his throat, his wrist, checking his eyes with brisk, practiced efficiency. "What happened to him?"

"Foreign magic. Planted, not accidental." Rui stepped back only far enough to give them room, though his eyes never left Tsukasa's face. "I slowed the spread as best I could, but I couldn't purge it. It's still active somewhere in his system."

The healer's expression tightened at that, exchanging a quick glance with one of the assistants before pressing both hands over Tsukasa's chest, murmuring something low and rapid under her breath. Akito hovered at the edge of the table, jaw clenched so tight it looked painful, watching every motion of the healer's hands like he could will them to work faster through sheer force of attention.

"Is he going to be alright?" Akito's voice had lost every trace of its usual steadiness.

"I don't know yet." The healer didn't look up from her work. "Whatever's in him is fighting back. I need quiet and I need both of you out of the way."

Neither of them moved right away, both still frozen in place watching Tsukasa's pale, still face, until one of the assistants finally ushered them both back toward the door with firm, practiced hands, leaving them standing just outside it, the door shutting between them and whatever was happening on the other side.

The corridor went quiet except for their breathing, both of them too wound up to sit, too helpless to do anything but wait.

"You said someone did this on purpose," Akito said eventually, voice low.

"I felt it clearly enough. It wasn't natural, and it wasn't an accident." Rui's hands had curled into fists at his sides, some of the earlier panic hardening into something colder now that there was nothing left to do but stand there. "Someone got close enough to plant it in him. Recently. Today, probably."

Akito's eyes narrowed, already running through the day's events, the guests, the guards, anyone who'd been near Tsukasa since morning. "The tea party."

"What tea party."

"There was a young mage, a visiting princess. She was practicing magic in front of him yesterday." Akito's expression darkened further. "If someone used her, or replaced her, or—"

"Find out," Rui said sharply, cutting him off. "I don't care how. Someone did this to him, and I intend to know exactly who."

For the first time since they'd met, neither of them seemed particularly interested in being at odds with each other. They stood there together outside the healer's door, both watching it like it might open any second with either good news or none at all, united for the moment by the same fear neither of them was willing to say out loud.

Rui left the corridor once it became clear there was nothing more to do but wait, and waiting had never been something he was good at. He made his way back to the garden instead, back to the fountain where he'd found Tsukasa collapsed less than an hour ago, the scene still largely undisturbed except for a servant who'd clearly started clearing the abandoned tea things before being called away by the commotion.

The overturned teacup was still there, a small dark stain spreading into the grass beside it. The honey cake sat forgotten on its plate, untouched, ants already finding their way toward it. Rui crouched down near where Tsukasa had fallen, running his fingers lightly over the grass, searching for anything that might still be lingering.

There was something. Faint, but there — a residue clinging to the air just above the ground, the kind of trace a working left behind after it had been cast and released, thin and fading fast now that time had passed. He closed his eyes, letting his senses stretch out past the obvious, trying to catch the shape of whatever had passed through here.

It wasn't human, not directly. The trace carried an animal quality to it, something small and quick, layered underneath with the unmistakable signature of a spell laid deliberately into living tissue rather than simply cast through the air. A vessel, then. Something used to carry the working close enough to plant it without raising suspicion.

Something cold settled over Rui as the picture sharpened in his mind. Not a person walking up to Tsukasa in broad daylight. Something smaller. Something that wouldn't have seemed like a threat at all.

He opened his eyes, scanning the hedges nearby, half expecting to spot some trace of movement, though he already suspected whatever had done this was long gone by now. Still, the residue told him enough — the working itself had a particular texture to it, a kind of cold, careful precision that felt uncomfortably familiar, like something he'd encountered before but couldn't quite place yet.

"Clever," he muttered under his breath, not with any admiration behind it. "Whoever you are."

He pressed his palm flat against the grass where the worst of the residue clung, trying to draw out more of it, more detail, anything that might point toward a name or a face. The trace was too faded already, dissolving further the longer he held onto it, and after a long moment he let it go, sitting back on his heels with a frustrated exhale.

Not enough. Not yet. But enough to know this hadn't been random, and enough to know that whoever had done it had gotten close enough to Tsukasa to do it without anyone noticing at all.

Rui rose slowly, glancing back toward the castle, toward the healer's wing where Tsukasa was still fighting through whatever had been planted in him. Something cold settled low in his chest, entirely separate from the earlier panic.

He was going to find out who did this. And whoever it was wasn't going to enjoy the conversation that followed.

By the time Rui made his way back to the healer's wing, Akito was still standing exactly where he'd left him, arms crossed tight, eyes fixed on the door like he hadn't blinked the entire time. He glanced up sharply at the sound of footsteps, some of the tension in his shoulders easing slightly at the sight of Rui rather than anyone else.

"Anything?" Akito asked.

"Something. Not enough." Rui leaned against the wall beside him, some of his earlier urgency settling into a colder, more focused kind of patience. "Whatever did this wasn't human, not directly. Some kind of vessel. An animal, probably."

Akito's expression shifted at that. "There was a cat. One of the guards mentioned it, said it darted off through the hedges right before everything happened, thought it was strange enough to note down but not strange enough to stop him."

"That's likely it, then." Rui's expression hardened. "Someone used it to get close without raising suspicion. Whoever's behind this knew exactly what they were doing."

Before Akito could respond, the healer's door opened, and both of them straightened at once, attention snapping fully onto her as she stepped out, expression tired but not grim, which Rui allowed himself to read as a good sign before she'd even said anything.

"He's stable," the healer said, and the words seemed to physically loosen something in both their chests at once. "Whatever was in him, we managed to draw most of it out. He'll need rest, and I want to keep him monitored for the next day or so to be sure nothing lingers, but he's out of immediate danger."

"Can we see him?" Akito asked immediately.

"Briefly. He's still unconscious, likely will be for a few more hours yet, but you're welcome to sit with him." The healer's gaze flicked toward Rui, assessing, clearly aware he wasn't part of the usual castle staff but apparently deciding not to make an issue of it given the circumstances. "Whatever you did out there in the garden bought him the time we needed. I'll want to know more about that, eventually."

"Later," Rui said, already moving past her toward the door. "Right now I just want to see him."

The healer didn't stop him, stepping aside to let both of them through, and Rui felt something in his chest ease properly for the first time since he'd found Tsukasa collapsed by the fountain, the sight of him lying in the bed ahead — pale still, but breathing steady now, some color slowly returning to his face — enough to loosen the last of the tension he'd been carrying since.

Akito reached the bedside first, dropping into the chair beside it without hesitation, one hand resting carefully near Tsukasa's on the blanket, like he needed the physical proof that he was actually still there. Rui hung back near the foot of the bed, watching the rise and fall of Tsukasa's chest with quiet, focused attention, some of the coldness from earlier fading into something closer to relief.

"He's going to be furious he missed all this drama," Rui said eventually, mostly to fill the quiet.

Akito huffed something that wasn't quite a laugh, but was close enough. "Knowing him, probably."

Neither of them said much else after that, both settling into the kind of watchful silence that came from having just nearly lost the same person, content for now simply to sit there and wait for him to wake up.

It was well into the evening before Tsukasa finally stirred, a faint furrow crossing his brow before his eyes blinked open slowly, unfocused at first, adjusting to the dim light of the healer's room.

"Tsukasa." Akito was on his feet instantly, leaning over the bed. "Hey. Can you hear me?"

Tsukasa blinked at him, confusion clouding his expression as he took in the unfamiliar ceiling, the unfamiliar room, the ache still lingering faintly behind his eyes. "...Akito?" His voice came out rough, barely above a whisper. "What happened?"

"You collapsed. In the garden." Akito's hand hovered near his shoulder, like he wasn't sure it was allowed to actually land there. "Someone poisoned you. Cursed you, whatever it was. Do you remember anything?"

Tsukasa's brow furrowed further, memory surfacing slowly, disjointed. "There was a cat," he murmured, throat dry. "Black, with — blue markings. I pet it, and then—"

"That's likely how it was done." Rui's voice came from the foot of the bed, and Tsukasa's head turned toward it, some of the tension in his shoulders easing at the sight of him.

"Rui." Something in his expression softened, relief plain on his face despite how weak his voice still sounded. "You're here."

"Wouldn't be anywhere else." Rui moved closer, careful in a way that didn't match his usual easy confidence, studying Tsukasa's face like he still needed convincing this was real. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I got hit by a horse." Tsukasa attempted something like a smile, though it came out faint and tired. "My head hurts. Everything feels heavy."

"That's the aftereffects. The healer said it'll fade over the next day or so." Akito's voice was still tight with leftover worry, though some of it had eased now that Tsukasa was actually talking, actually looking at them both. "You scared us. Both of us."

"I didn't mean to." Tsukasa's gaze drifted between them, taking in the matching exhaustion on both their faces, the unusual sight of Akito and Rui standing on the same side of anything for once. "How long was I out?"

"A few hours." Rui reached out, hesitating only briefly before resting a hand lightly over Tsukasa's on the blanket. "Long enough that I nearly lost my mind waiting for you to wake up."

"You found me?"

"I did. Got you here as fast as I could." Something flickered behind Rui's expression, dark and controlled. "Whoever did this to you, I intend to find out who. That cat wasn't ordinary, and it didn't act alone."

Tsukasa's fingers curled slightly under Rui's hand, the small motion enough to communicate something neither of them said aloud. "Thank you. For getting me here."

"Don't thank me yet." Rui's tone was quieter than usual, less teasing than Tsukasa had ever heard from him. "Thank me once I've made sure nothing like this happens to you again."

Akito, watching the exchange, didn't say anything, though the look on his face suggested he was filing away several new questions for later — questions about how exactly a wanted mage had ended up this invested in the safety of a prince he supposedly barely knew. For now, though, he let it go, settling back into the chair beside the bed, content simply that Tsukasa was awake and talking, however tired and pale he still looked.

"Get some rest," Akito said finally, some of the usual gruffness returning to his voice, though gentler than usual. "We'll figure out the rest once you're actually recovered."

Tsukasa nodded, eyes already drifting shut again, exhaustion pulling him back under despite himself, though this time it felt like ordinary sleep rather than anything else. Both Akito and Rui stayed where they were, neither willing to leave just yet, watching over him in the quiet as the evening settled deeper outside the window.

The next morning, Akito went looking for answers.

The visiting duke's family had been given guest chambers in the east wing, and by the time Akito arrived, servants were already loading their carriage for departure, the duke himself overseeing the process with brisk efficiency. Akito approached without ceremony, official enough in his bearing that the duke straightened immediately at the sight of him.

"Sir Shinonome." The duke inclined his head. "Is something the matter?"

"I need to speak with your daughter. About yesterday's tea party."

The duke's brow furrowed, glancing toward the carriage where Elara sat waiting, half-visible through the open door. "Elara? Is this about the incident with the prince? She already apologized profusely, I assure you it was an accident—"

"I'm aware it was an accident. That's not what concerns me." Akito kept his tone level, though there was an edge to it that made the duke's easy dismissal falter. "The prince collapsed shortly afterward. Poisoned, deliberately, through means we're still tracing. I need to know everything about yesterday — who she spoke with, who might have had access to her before the party, anyone unusual near the grounds."

The duke's expression shifted from confusion to alarm in the span of a breath. "Poisoned? Is he—"

"He'll recover. But someone got close enough to plant something dangerous on him, and I intend to find out how." Akito glanced toward the carriage. "Your daughter might have seen something without realizing it."

The duke called Elara over immediately, and she approached hesitantly, still clearly shaken from the previous day's accident, her eyes widening further at the news that the injury she thought she'd caused had actually been something else entirely.

"I didn't — I thought I hurt him," she said, voice small. "Is he really alright?"

"He's recovering. This isn't about what you did." Akito crouched slightly to meet her at eye level, softening his tone now that it was clear she had no part in any of it beyond bad timing. "I need you to think carefully. Before the tea party, did anyone approach you? Ask you anything strange, touch anything you were carrying, anything at all out of the ordinary?"

Elara's brow creased in concentration, clearly trying hard to be useful. "There was... a stable hand, I think. He offered to carry my things to the garden. I didn't think anything of it, he seemed perfectly normal."

"Did you know him? Had you seen him with the staff before?"

"No, I—" She hesitated. "I just assumed he worked here. I didn't ask."

Something settled into place behind Akito's eyes. "Can you describe him?"

Elara did her best, offering details that were frustratingly ordinary — brown hair, average height, nothing that would stand out in a crowd, exactly the kind of face someone would choose if they wanted to slip past unnoticed. Akito committed every detail to memory regardless, thanking her before straightening and turning back toward the castle, already running through the guest list of servants and stable hands in his head, certain that whoever it was hadn't been on it at all.

He had a name to chase down now, even without a name attached to it yet. That would have to be enough for a start.

Akito found Rui exactly where he expected — still lingering near the healer's wing, leaning against the corridor wall with his arms crossed, clearly unwilling to stray too far from Tsukasa's room even now that the worst had passed.

"Got something," Akito said, without preamble. "A stable hand nobody recognizes helped Elara carry her things before the tea party. Brown hair, average build, nothing memorable about him at all. That's likely how the cat got close enough."

Rui straightened at that, expression sharpening. "Anything else? Any mannerisms, anything odd about how he spoke?"

"She didn't say much beyond the physical description. Why?"

"Because 'nothing memorable' is exactly the kind of face someone hides behind when they want to slip past unnoticed." Something calculating settled behind Rui's eyes. "That, and the residue I felt in the garden. It had a particular texture to it. Controlled, precise, cold in a way that felt deliberate rather than rushed."

"You're saying you know who did this."

"I'm saying I have a guess, and I don't like it." Rui dragged a hand through his hair, breathing out slowly. "There's someone I've crossed paths with before. Works through others, mostly — hired hands, disguises, small vessels like that cat. Doesn't like getting his own hands dirty if he can help it. The kind of precision in that spell matches his work more than anyone else's I can think of."

"Does this someone have a name?"

Rui hesitated, just long enough that Akito noticed. "Not one I'm certain of yet. I'd rather not throw out a guess and be wrong."

Akito studied him for a long moment, something wary creeping back into his expression. "You've got history with whoever this is."

"I've got history with a lot of people, Shinonome. Comes with the territory." Rui's tone stayed light, but there was an edge underneath it now, something guarded that hadn't been there a moment ago. "What matters right now is that this wasn't random, and it wasn't aimed at Elara. It was aimed at Tsukasa specifically. Someone wanted him hurt, or worse."

"Why would anyone want that? He's a prince who spends half his time avoiding his own responsibilities. He's not exactly a political target."

"Maybe not for the reasons you're thinking of." Rui glanced toward the closed door of Tsukasa's room, something troubled passing behind his expression before he schooled it back into something more neutral. "I'll look into it properly. Quietly. If I'm right about who's behind this, going in loud will only make things worse."

"That's not good enough." Akito's voice hardened. "He's my responsibility. If there's a threat to him, I need to know exactly what it is, not vague guesses you're keeping to yourself."

"I'm not keeping anything from you out of spite, Shinonome. I just don't want to hand you a name that might be wrong and send you chasing shadows while the actual threat slips further away." Rui met his eyes steadily, some of the usual mischief entirely absent from his expression now. "Give me a few days. If I confirm it's who I think it is, you'll know everything. I promise you that."

Akito didn't look satisfied, but something in Rui's tone — the weight behind it, the absence of any teasing to hide behind — seemed to convince him there wasn't much point pushing further right now. "A few days. Then I want a name."

"You'll have one." Rui's gaze drifted back toward Tsukasa's door again, something protective settling over his expression. "Whatever happens, I'm not letting this touch him again."

For once, Akito didn't argue with that.

Tsukasa spent the next two days confined to bed on the healer's orders, restless in the particular way that came from being told to do nothing when his body was perfectly capable of doing something, even if his head still ached whenever he sat up too quickly. Akito checked on him constantly, hovering in a way that would have been irritating from anyone else but felt oddly comforting given the circumstances. Rui came and went at odd hours, never quite explaining where he disappeared to in between, though he always returned looking a little more tired, a little more distracted than the visit before.

It was on the second evening that he finally seemed to actually settle, dropping into the chair beside Tsukasa's bed instead of hovering near the window like he usually did.

"You look tired," Tsukasa said, propping himself up slightly against the pillows. "More than usual."

"Been busy." Rui rubbed a hand over his face, some of the easy confidence he normally carried noticeably absent. "Nothing you need to worry about right now. You're supposed to be resting, not fussing over me."

"I can multitask." Tsukasa studied him for a moment, something soft in his expression despite the lingering exhaustion of his own recovery. "You saved my life. I don't think I've actually said that properly yet."

"You don't need to say it at all."

"I want to, though." Tsukasa reached over, fingers brushing lightly against Rui's hand where it rested on the edge of the bed. "Thank you. For finding me. For not letting it be worse than it was."

Rui turned his hand over, letting their fingers loosely link together, something in his expression finally easing at the contact. "I wasn't about to let anything happen to you. Not while I had any say in it."

"You keep saying things like that." Tsukasa's voice was quiet, careful. "Like it's obvious. Like of course you'd drop everything to save me."

"Isn't it obvious by now?" Rui's mouth curved, tired but genuine. "I've been sneaking onto your balcony for weeks just to bother you, Tsukasa. I think that says enough about where I stand."

Tsukasa felt his face warm slightly, more from the honesty in Rui's tone than the words themselves. "I'm glad you did. Sneak onto my balcony, I mean. Even if it did nearly give me a heart attack the first time."

"Best decision I made all month." Rui squeezed his hand gently, some of the day's tiredness melting into something warmer, quieter. "You should get some sleep. Actual sleep, not the kind where you're staring at the ceiling wondering if the odd noise outside your window means anything."

"I don't do that anymore. Not since I found out what the noise usually means."

"Fair point." Rui's smile widened slightly, though he made no move to let go of Tsukasa's hand. "Still. Sleep. I'll be here a while longer, if that helps."

"It does, actually." Tsukasa's eyes were already growing heavy, the exhaustion of recovery pulling at him despite the conversation. "Stay until I fall asleep, at least."

"Wasn't planning on going anywhere else."

Tsukasa drifted off not long after, Rui's hand still loosely held in his, and Rui stayed exactly where he was for a long while afterward, watching him sleep with none of the mischief that usually colored his expression — just quiet, steady attention, the kind that came from someone who'd nearly lost something and didn't intend to let his guard down again anytime soon.

Once he was certain Tsukasa was deeply asleep, Rui slipped out through the window instead of the door, disappearing into the night with none of his usual lightness in his movements.

The trail led him well outside the city, past the last scattered farmhouses and into the kind of quiet countryside where fewer questions got asked. He'd spent the better part of the last two days tracing threads — old contacts, half-remembered names, favors owed by people who'd rather not be found either. All of it kept circling back to the same conclusion he'd been dreading since the moment he'd first felt that residue in the garden.

He found the abandoned mill just past midnight, exactly where one of his contacts had pointed him, tucked into a bend of the river where nobody had bothered rebuilding since a flood years back. No lights, no obvious signs of life, but the moment Rui crossed the threshold he felt it — the same cold, precise signature he'd felt clinging to the grass by the fountain, stronger here, unmistakable.

"You're getting sloppy," Rui said into the empty dark, voice carrying easily through the hollow space. "Leaving traces like that. Not like you at all."

Silence answered him at first, and then, from somewhere deeper in the mill, a low chuckle echoed back, familiar in a way that made Rui's jaw tighten.

"Rui." The voice that followed was smooth, unhurried, entirely too pleased with itself. "It's been a while."

"Not long enough." Rui's hands curled loosely at his sides, magic already gathering faintly at his fingertips, more precaution than immediate threat. "You poisoned him. The prince."

"I did." No hesitation, no attempt to deny it. "Word travels fast, doesn't it. I'd heard you'd taken an interest in the boy. Didn't quite believe it until I saw for myself."

"Why him."

"Does it matter why?" The voice drew closer, footsteps unhurried against old wooden floorboards, though whoever it belonged to still stayed out of sight, content to speak from the shadows. "You've gone soft, Rui. Sneaking onto balconies, playing knight in shining armor for some sheltered prince who wouldn't last a day outside his gilded walls. It's beneath you."

"What I do isn't your business."

"It became my business the moment it started interfering with mine." A pause, deliberate, weighted. "Consider what happened to him a reminder. You have obligations, Rui. Obligations you seem to have conveniently forgotten these past few weeks."

Rui's magic sparked hotter at his fingertips, temper slipping further than he usually allowed it to. "If you touch him again—"

"You'll what?" The voice carried genuine amusement now, unbothered by the threat. "I'd be careful with promises like that. You're not in a position to make them, not with everything you still owe."

"That doesn't give you the right to hurt him."

"It gives me every right, actually. But don't worry." Something shifted in the dark, a presence retreating rather than advancing, unwilling to reveal itself fully even now. "This was only ever meant to get your attention. Consider it done. Whether he stays safe from here depends entirely on you remembering where your priorities are supposed to lie."

"Wait—" Rui took a step forward, but the presence was already gone, the cold signature fading from the air as quickly as it had appeared, leaving him alone in the hollow dark of the mill with nothing but the sound of the river outside and a name he still didn't have, though he was more certain than ever now exactly who he was dealing with.

He stood there a long moment, fists clenched, the earlier fear from the garden curdling slowly into something harder, colder. Whatever debts he owed, whatever obligations were being dangled over his head, none of it changed what he'd already decided the moment he'd found Tsukasa bleeding by that fountain.

He wasn't going soft. He was choosing something, finally, and he wasn't about to let anyone take that choice away from him without a fight.

Rui made it back to the castle just before dawn, slipping through Tsukasa's window quietly enough that he assumed he'd gone unnoticed, and it wasn't until he'd settled into the chair beside the bed that he realized Tsukasa's eyes were open, watching him.

"You're back late," Tsukasa said, voice still thick with sleep, though clearly alert enough to have noticed the hour.

"Didn't mean to wake you."

"You didn't. I've been drifting in and out." Tsukasa pushed himself up slightly against the pillows, studying him with a frown. "You look like something happened."

"Nothing happened." Rui's tone came out sharper than he meant it to, and he caught himself, softening it. "Sorry. Long night."

"Rui." Tsukasa's voice was quieter now, more careful. "You can tell me, you know. Whatever it is."

Rui hesitated, weighing how much to actually say, and found himself surprised at how much he wanted to just tell him everything — the mill, the voice in the dark, the debts he apparently still owed to people he'd rather forget existed. He settled for something smaller instead, not quite a lie, just incomplete.

"I found a lead. On who hurt you." Rui rubbed a hand over his face, exhaustion catching up with him now that the adrenaline had faded. "Didn't get a name, not directly, but I know enough now to be careful. It's someone I've crossed before. A long time ago."

"That's not really an answer."

"It's the most I can give you right now." Rui met his eyes, something tired and honest behind the usual deflection. "I don't want you carrying more weight than you already are, Tsukasa. You nearly died two days ago. Let me handle this part."

"That's not fair. You don't get to protect me from everything and expect me not to worry about you in return." Tsukasa's frown deepened, some stubbornness creeping into his voice despite how tired he still sounded. "If this person is dangerous enough to poison me just to send you a message, then it involves me too. Whether you like it or not."

Rui didn't have a ready response for that, mostly because it was true, and he'd known it was true even as he'd tried to soften the details a moment ago. He reached over instead, taking Tsukasa's hand again, quiet for a moment before answering.

"Alright. You're right." He exhaled slowly. "There's someone from my past who isn't happy about where my priorities have ended up lately. He's the kind of person who works through others instead of getting his own hands dirty — which is exactly what happened with that cat. I don't have a name I'm certain of yet, but I know his signature well enough now. I'll find him."

"And then what?"

"And then I make sure he understands very clearly that hurting you again isn't an option." Rui's grip tightened slightly around Tsukasa's fingers. "Whatever obligations he thinks I still owe him, they don't matter more than this does."

Tsukasa studied him for a long moment, something soft passing behind the worry in his expression. "You keep choosing me. Over whatever else you've got going on."

"I do." Rui's mouth curved, tired but genuine. "Turns out it's not that hard a choice to make, once you actually have to make it."

Tsukasa's fingers curled tighter around his, and for a while neither of them said anything else, content simply to sit there together as the first hints of dawn began creeping in through the window, the night's danger fading slowly into something that felt, for the moment at least, survivable.

Akito arrived not long after sunrise, as he did every morning since the incident, and stopped short in the doorway at the sight that greeted him — Tsukasa sitting up in bed, considerably more alert than he'd looked the day before, hand still loosely held in Rui's, both of them looking like they'd been awake talking for most of the night.

"Well," Akito said, arms crossing as he leaned against the doorframe. "This is new."

Tsukasa's face colored slightly, though he didn't pull his hand away. "Good morning to you too."

"You look better," Akito said, some of the usual gruffness softening at the obvious improvement in Tsukasa's color, the steadiness in his voice that hadn't been there the day before. "The healer said you might be able to leave bed rest by this afternoon."

"That's the best thing I've heard in days." Tsukasa shifted, testing his own strength experimentally, pleased when his head didn't immediately protest the movement. "I'm tired of staring at this ceiling."

"You're tired of staring at ceilings in general, from what I understand," Rui said, a hint of his usual teasing creeping back in for the first time that morning.

"That's not fair, and also not entirely wrong." Tsukasa shot him a look that had considerably less heat behind it than it probably should have.

Akito watched the exchange with an expression that was harder to read than usual, something caught between wariness and reluctant acceptance. He'd had two days now to sit with the fact that Rui — wanted, mysterious, dangerous enough to make the guard nervous just standing near him — had also been the reason Tsukasa was still alive at all. It didn't erase every concern he had, but it had shifted something, enough that he found himself less inclined to reach for his sword every time Rui walked into a room.

"I spoke to the duke's family yesterday," Akito said, addressing them both now. "Confirmed the stable hand wasn't part of the actual staff. Nobody recognized the description."

"That matches what I found," Rui said, sobering slightly. "I have a lead. Not a name yet, but close."

"You said that yesterday."

"And it's still true today. These things take time, Akito." Rui's tone stayed even, though something behind it suggested he wasn't fully at ease with how little progress he'd actually made, despite the danger of the mill visit still sitting heavy in the back of his mind. "I'll tell you the moment I have something solid."

Akito studied him a moment longer, clearly weighing whether to push further, before deciding against it for now. "Fine. But the moment you know something, I want to be the first person you tell. Not after you've already handled it yourself."

"Understood." Rui inclined his head, something almost respectful in the gesture.

Akito's gaze shifted back to Tsukasa, softer now, some of the tension of the past two days finally easing from his shoulders now that recovery seemed properly underway. "Get some real food in you. You've been living on broth for two days, you must be starving."

"I really am," Tsukasa admitted, some of his usual energy creeping back into his voice for the first time since the incident. "Honestly, I might actually eat that honey cake I never got to finish."

"I'll have the kitchens send something up." Akito was already turning to leave, though he paused at the door, glancing back once more at the two of them, hand still loosely joined on the blanket. He didn't say anything else about it, just shook his head slightly, something almost fond beneath the exasperation, before disappearing down the corridor to make good on his promise.

By the time the kitchens sent up a proper meal, Tsukasa had already talked the healer into letting him sit up fully, propped against a mound of pillows with a tray balanced across his lap that held considerably more food than broth for the first time in days. Rui had stayed, unsurprisingly, sprawled sideways in the chair with one leg hooked over the armrest, watching Tsukasa eat with the kind of satisfied attention of someone who'd been genuinely worried he might not get to see this exact scene again.

"You're staring," Tsukasa said, mouth half full.

"I'm allowed to stare. I earned it." Rui reached over and stole a piece of bread straight off the tray before Tsukasa could stop him.

"That's mine."

"You have plenty."

"That's not the point." Tsukasa swatted at his hand half-heartedly, though he was fighting back a smile the whole time. "I nearly died. The least you could do is let me eat in peace."

"You nearly died, and yet here you are stealing my sympathy for stolen bread." Rui took an exaggerated bite, entirely unrepentant. "Seems a little unfair to me."

"Everything about you is a little unfair." Tsukasa reached for another piece before Rui could get to it first, this time successfully.

They settled into an easy quiet after that, Tsukasa working steadily through the tray while Rui occasionally reached over to steal something else, more out of habit than actual hunger, clearly more interested in simply being present than in the food itself. It was the first stretch of time since the incident that felt entirely ordinary, no urgency behind it, no lingering fear, just the two of them and a tray of food slowly disappearing between them.

"You know," Tsukasa said eventually, setting his spoon down once the tray had been mostly emptied, "when this is all over — whoever's behind it, whatever's going on with your past — I still want to go back to the city again. Properly this time. Without anyone poisoning me halfway through."

"That's the plan." Rui's smile softened at the mention of it, something warm settling behind his usual mischief. "I'll take you wherever you want, once things settle down. Somewhere with better bread than this, for a start."

"You just stole most of the bread. You don't get to critique it."

"I can do both, actually. Multitasking, remember?" Rui nudged his foot lightly against Tsukasa's under the blanket. "But I mean it. Once this is handled, I want to actually show you things. Not just sneak around castle grounds startling you every few days."

"I'd like that." Tsukasa's voice went quieter, something genuine behind it. "I'd like that a lot, actually."

Rui reached over, tucking a stray strand of hair back from Tsukasa's face with more gentleness than his usual demeanor suggested he was capable of, lingering there a moment longer than necessary before pulling his hand back.

"Rest up," he said softly. "The world can wait a little longer before it needs either of us worrying about it again."

Tsukasa nodded, already feeling the pull of proper, restful sleep for the first time in days, comforted by the quiet presence beside him and the knowledge that, for now at least, the worst of it had passed.

Nearly a week passed before Rui finally had something solid to bring back.

Tsukasa was fully recovered by then, back to his usual restless energy, though Akito had made a point of keeping a closer eye on him than before, unwilling to let his guard down again so easily. It was during one of the rare quiet afternoons, all three of them gathered in Tsukasa's room under the pretense of tea, that Rui finally set his cup down and spoke.

"I have a name."

Both Akito and Tsukasa straightened at once, the easy atmosphere of the afternoon dropping away entirely.

"Who," Akito said, no patience left in his voice.

"His name's Callum. Or it was, the last time I dealt with him directly, years ago." Rui's expression had gone carefully neutral, the kind of stillness that suggested he was working hard to keep something else contained underneath it. "He runs in circles I used to be tangled up in. People who trade in favors, information, sometimes worse. I owed him something, a long time back, and apparently he's decided it's time to collect."

"By poisoning Tsukasa."

"By using Tsukasa to remind me I still owe him." Rui's voice went flat. "He doesn't care about Tsukasa specifically. He cares about leverage. And right now, Tsukasa is the easiest leverage he's found."

Tsukasa's hands curled slightly around his teacup, unease settling low in his stomach. "What does he actually want from you?"

"I don't know yet, not exactly. He wasn't in a mood to spell it out clearly when I found him." Rui exhaled, some of the composure slipping. "But knowing him, it won't be small. And knowing him, he won't stop with one warning if he doesn't get what he wants."

Akito's hand had drifted toward his sword out of habit, though there was nothing here to draw it against. "Then we go after him first. Before he tries anything else."

"It's not that simple." Rui shook his head. "Callum doesn't work alone, and he doesn't fight fair. Going after him directly, especially with Tsukasa anywhere nearby, is exactly the kind of mistake he'd want us to make."

"So what do you suggest instead?" Akito's frustration was plain, though it wasn't aimed at Rui so much as the situation itself. "Wait for him to make another move?"

"I suggest I handle my own debts." Rui's voice had gone quieter, harder. "Whatever he wants from me, I'll deal with it directly. Tsukasa doesn't need to be anywhere near it."

"That's not your decision to make alone," Tsukasa said, setting his cup down with more force than necessary. "I'm involved whether either of you likes it or not. He already came after me once."

"Which is exactly why I want to keep you as far from this as possible going forward." Rui met his eyes, something pleading behind the usual steadiness. "Tsukasa, please. Let me handle this part."

Tsukasa didn't look convinced, jaw set in the same stubborn line Akito had seen plenty of times before over considerably smaller matters, and for a moment nobody said anything at all, the weight of what Rui had just confirmed settling heavily over the room.

"We'll figure it out," Akito said finally, more to break the silence than because he actually had a plan. "But nobody's handling anything alone. Not after what already happened."

Rui looked like he wanted to argue, but something in the set of both their expressions — matched, stubborn, unwilling to budge — seemed to convince him it wasn't a fight worth having right now.

"Fine," he said instead, quieter than before. "Together, then. But the moment things get dangerous, Tsukasa stays behind, no arguments."

"We'll see about that," Tsukasa said, though the small, tired smile that followed suggested he wasn't entirely opposed to letting Rui think he'd won that particular point, at least for now.

They spent the rest of the afternoon working through what little they actually knew. Rui sketched out what he remembered of Callum's usual methods — favoring intermediaries over direct confrontation, preferring leverage and fear over brute force, patient enough to wait for the right moment rather than striking recklessly. Akito listened with the focused attention of someone building a mental map of an enemy he intended to counter, occasionally asking sharp, practical questions about numbers, resources, likely hiding places.

"If he's the kind who avoids getting his own hands dirty," Akito said, "then whoever he sends next will be someone unremarkable again. Like the stable hand."

"Probably. He rarely repeats a method exactly, but the principle stays the same. Someone easy to overlook." Rui frowned, turning his teacup slowly between his hands, no longer interested in drinking from it. "Which means the guard needs to be more careful about unfamiliar faces near Tsukasa, not less. Anyone new, anyone who seems slightly off, needs to be checked immediately."

"I'll speak to the captain. Tighten the rotations, add extra eyes near the grounds." Akito's jaw was set with the kind of determination that came from having already failed to prevent one attack and refusing to let it happen twice. "What about you? What's your next move?"

"I need to find out exactly what he wants. Debts like this usually come with specific terms, even if he wasn't in the mood to share them directly." Rui's expression darkened slightly. "I have a few more contacts I can push. It'll take time, but I'd rather know precisely what we're dealing with before doing anything reckless."

"And in the meantime?" Tsukasa asked, watching them both. "I'm not just going to sit here and wait to see if another cat wanders into the garden."

"In the meantime, you stay close to people you trust." Rui's gaze softened when it landed on him. "Which, conveniently, happens to include both of us."

"That's not exactly a plan."

"It's the start of one." Akito's voice was steady, though not unkind. "We tighten security, gather information, and we don't move until we actually know what we're up against. Rushing in blind is how people get hurt worse than they already have been."

Tsukasa sighed, some of his earlier restlessness giving way to reluctant agreement, mostly because he didn't have a better alternative to offer. "Fine. But I want to be told everything. No more half-answers, from either of you."

"Agreed," Rui said, and Akito echoed the sentiment with a short nod, both of them apparently willing, for once, to actually include him rather than shelter him from it entirely.

The afternoon wore on with the three of them still gathered together, the conversation gradually shifting from strategy to smaller, quieter things — the kind of easy, uncertain camaraderie that came from three very different people finding themselves, unexpectedly, on the same side of something that mattered.

Outside, the sun continued its slow descent toward evening, indifferent to the plans being made beneath it, though for the first time in days, none of them felt quite as alone in facing whatever was still to come.

The tightened security paid off sooner than any of them expected.

Three days after their planning session, a guard on the eastern wall flagged down a man attempting to slip past the kitchen entrance under the guise of delivering supplies — nothing about him particularly alarming at a glance, except that the kitchen staff swore they hadn't ordered anything that morning, and the crates he carried, once inspected, turned out to be empty.

Akito was summoned immediately, and by the time he arrived, the man was already being held at the edge of the courtyard, flanked by two guards who looked considerably more nervous than their prisoner did.

"Name," Akito demanded, stopping a few feet away, hand resting on his sword hilt out of habit more than immediate threat.

The man said nothing, expression carefully blank in a way that Akito recognized instantly — the same practiced, unremarkable neutrality Elara had described in the stable hand weeks ago.

"You're not delivery staff," Akito said. "Who sent you."

Still nothing. The man's eyes flicked briefly toward the castle, toward the upper windows, calculating something before settling back into stillness.

Rui arrived a moment later, drawn by the commotion, and stopped short at the sight of the prisoner, something sharpening behind his expression the instant he laid eyes on him.

"I know that face," Rui said quietly, stepping closer. "Or one very like it. Callum's fond of reusing the same handful of people when it suits him."

The man's composure cracked, just slightly, at the mention of the name — not fear exactly, but recognition, confirmation enough that Akito didn't need him to speak at all.

"Take him to the holding cells," Akito ordered the guards. "Full watch, no exceptions. I want him questioned properly, and I want to know if anyone else came with him."

As the guards led the man away, Rui lingered, watching him go with narrowed eyes. "That's not a coincidence. Callum's testing how tight security's gotten. If he sent someone this obvious, it's because he wanted to see how we'd respond."

"Then he knows now." Akito's expression hardened. "That we're watching. That we caught it."

"Which means his next move won't be this obvious." Rui's shoulders tensed again, all the earlier calm draining back out of them. "We need to be more careful, not less. If this was a test, he's probably already planning around whatever he just learned."

Tsukasa arrived breathless a few minutes later, having heard the commotion secondhand and immediately abandoned whatever he'd been doing to come find them, relief crossing his face at the sight of both Akito and Rui unharmed.

"What happened? Is everyone alright?"

"Someone tried to get in disguised as a delivery," Akito said, some of his usual steadiness returning now that the immediate threat had been contained, at least for the moment. "We caught him before he got anywhere near you. Security's holding."

"For now," Rui added, though he offered Tsukasa a small, reassuring smile despite the warning underneath his words. "It means it's working, at least. He's not getting past us easily anymore."

Tsukasa let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding, some of the tension in his shoulders easing slightly, though the unease of knowing someone had tried didn't fully disappear. "What happens to him? The man they caught?"

"Questioning," Akito said grimly. "We'll find out what we can. It's more than we had yesterday."

It wasn't victory, not fully, but it was progress — the first solid proof that their efforts were actually working, and for the moment, that had to be enough.

The interrogation didn't yield much, at least not at first. The man remained stubbornly silent through most of the questioning, unmoved by threats or promises of leniency alike, the kind of loyalty that only came from either genuine conviction or genuine fear of whoever waited on the other end if he talked.

It was Rui who finally got something out of him, stepping into the holding cell alone after Akito's more conventional methods had run their course.

"You know what happens to people who fail him," Rui said, leaning against the cell wall, tone conversational rather than threatening. "I used to run in the same circles you do. I know exactly how Callum handles disappointment."

The man's eyes flicked toward him warily. "You're the one he's after."

"I'm the one he's using this whole mess to get to, yes." Rui's expression didn't change. "Which means you and I actually want the same outcome here, whether you realize it or not. I don't want Tsukasa hurt. And you, presumably, don't want to end up like whoever came before you when this job doesn't pan out the way Callum expects."

Something in the man's composure finally cracked at that, exhaustion and fear bleeding through the careful blankness he'd been holding onto. "He said this was just supposed to be a message. Test the defenses, see how tight things had gotten. Nothing more."

"And what happens next, once he knows the answer?"

The man hesitated, glancing toward the cell door like Callum himself might be listening from somewhere unseen. "He's not going to wait much longer. He wants what you owe him, Rui. He said if you don't come to him directly within the week, he'll stop testing and start taking."

Rui's jaw tightened. "Taking what, exactly."

"I don't know the specifics. I'm not high enough up to know that." The man's voice had gone thin, brittle. "I just know he's not patient anymore. Whatever debt you owe him, he wants it settled soon, one way or another."

Rui straightened, something cold and controlled settling over his expression as he turned to leave the cell, the conversation clearly having given him everything useful it was going to.

Akito was waiting just outside, arms crossed, having listened to the exchange through the open door. "A week."

"A week," Rui confirmed, voice tight. "And if I don't go to him myself, he's not going to keep testing defenses. He's going to actually try to take something."

"Meaning Tsukasa."

"Meaning Tsukasa." Rui dragged a hand down his face, exhaustion and frustration warring plainly across his expression. "I need to go to him. Settle whatever this debt actually is, directly, before he decides waiting isn't worth it anymore."

"That's not happening alone." Akito's voice left no room for argument. "Whatever this debt is, we handle it together, or not at all."

Rui looked like he wanted to argue, old instincts pulling him toward handling it solo the way he always had before, but something about the last few weeks — about Tsukasa, about the strange, steady presence of Akito standing firm beside him despite every reason not to trust him — made the protest die before it fully formed.

"Together, then," he said finally, quiet but resolved. "But I need to think carefully about how we approach this. Callum doesn't respond well to being cornered. If we go in wrong, it could make things worse instead of better."

"Then we plan properly." Akito's tone was steady, determined. "We have a week. That's enough time to be careful, as long as we don't waste it."

Rui nodded slowly, and for the first time since the mill, something like actual hope settled into the tightness of his shoulders — not that the danger was gone, but that, at least this time, he wasn't facing it entirely alone.

The week that followed passed in a strange mix of urgency and forced normalcy. Akito spent long hours coordinating with the guard captain, mapping possible routes and fallback positions, while Rui disappeared for stretches at a time, gathering whatever information he could about Callum's usual haunts, his patterns, the handful of people still loyal enough to protect him. Tsukasa, for his part, was kept informed of every development exactly as promised, though he chafed constantly against being told to stay behind once the actual confrontation came.

It was the night before they were meant to leave that Rui found him on the balcony again, exactly where it had all started weeks ago, staring out at the same stretch of sky he'd been staring at that very first restless night.

"Can't sleep?" Rui asked, settling beside him at the railing.

"Not really." Tsukasa didn't look over right away, eyes fixed on the horizon. "Tomorrow feels like it's going to change something. I don't know what, exactly. Just something."

"Maybe it will." Rui's voice was quieter than usual, more careful. "I won't lie to you and say I'm not worried. Callum doesn't make things easy, and I don't know exactly what he wants from me yet, not for certain."

"That's not reassuring."

"I know. I'm sorry." Rui turned to look at him properly, something soft and a little sad behind his usual easy expression. "Whatever happens tomorrow, I need you to promise me you'll stay back like we agreed. I can't focus on handling Callum if I'm also worried about you being in the middle of it."

"I don't like that plan."

"I know you don't. But I need it anyway." Rui reached over, fingers brushing lightly against Tsukasa's hand where it rested on the railing. "The first night we met, I told you I had a soft spot for you. That hasn't changed. If anything, it's gotten considerably harder to ignore over these past few weeks."

Tsukasa's breath caught slightly at that, something warm blooming in his chest despite the weight of tomorrow hanging over both of them. "You have a strange way of showing affection. Startling me half to death every other week."

"That was mostly for fun. This part isn't." Rui's fingers laced properly through his now, steady despite the uncertainty of what tomorrow held. "I need you safe, Tsukasa. Whatever else happens with Callum, that's the one thing I'm not willing to bargain with."

"You keep saying things like that." Tsukasa's voice was quiet, careful, though he didn't pull his hand away. "Like you've already decided something about us, without actually saying it outright."

Rui huffed something like a laugh, though it came out more tired than amused. "Maybe I have. Bad timing for it, probably, given everything else going on."

"There's never really a good time, is there. For anything that actually matters."

"No," Rui agreed softly. "There really isn't."

They stood there a while longer, hands linked, the same stars scattered overhead that Rui had once watched alone from this very spot while Tsukasa slept peacefully behind him, unaware. Tonight neither of them was sleeping, both far too aware of what tomorrow might bring, but there was something steadying in simply standing there together regardless, neither willing to be anywhere else.

"Come back safe," Tsukasa said eventually, voice barely above a whisper. "Whatever happens with Callum. Just come back."

"I intend to." Rui squeezed his hand once, firm and certain. "I've got too much reason to now, not to."

Morning came too quickly for any of them to feel properly rested. Akito had assembled a small, trusted contingent of guards to accompany them, enough for backup without drawing the kind of attention that might spook Callum into disappearing before they even arrived. Tsukasa stood at the castle gates as they prepared to leave, jaw set with the same stubbornness he'd carried all week, though he'd finally, reluctantly, agreed to stay behind.

"Be careful," he said, gripping Rui's sleeve for a moment longer than necessary. "Both of you."

"We will." Akito's voice was steady, though his eyes held the same weight of unspoken worry that had settled over all of them these past few days. "You stay inside the walls. No wandering off to prove a point."

"I make no promises." But Tsukasa's small, tired smile took most of the bite out of the words, and he stepped back finally, watching as the group set off down the road, Rui glancing back once before the castle disappeared behind the tree line.

The old mill looked exactly as unremarkable in daylight as it had felt threatening at night, tucked into its bend of the river with an air of quiet abandonment that Rui knew better than to trust. He held up a hand, signaling the guards to hold position at the tree line while he and Akito approached alone, closer, more careful.

"He'll have people watching," Rui murmured. "Probably has since we left the castle gates."

"Let him watch." Akito's hand rested on his sword hilt, steady despite the tension coiled through his shoulders. "We're not here to sneak. We're here to end this."

They crossed the threshold together, the same hollow quiet from before settling over them, though this time Rui felt the presence almost immediately, closer than last time, less inclined to hide in shadow.

"Two of you, this time." Callum's voice carried out from the mill's depths, amused as ever. "And here I thought you might come crawling alone, Rui. Brought yourself a bodyguard."

"I brought someone who has as much stake in this ending well as I do." Rui's voice stayed level, though his magic simmered faintly beneath the surface, ready. "You wanted me here. I'm here. Tell me what you actually want."

Footsteps echoed against old wood, and this time Callum finally stepped into view — an unremarkable man at first glance, exactly the kind of face that blended into crowds without effort, though something behind his eyes carried a cold, calculating weight that made the ordinariness feel deliberate rather than natural.

"Straight to business. No pleasantries." Callum's gaze flicked toward Akito, assessing, before settling back on Rui. "Fine, then. You know what you owe me. The favor from Berrow's fall, the one you promised to repay when the time came. I'm calling it in."

"That favor was for information, not for whatever this is."

"The terms were never that specific, and you know it." Callum's tone sharpened slightly. "I want you back in my service, Rui. Full obligation, no more running off to play protector for spoiled princes. You disappeared on me years ago without settling what you owed, and I've been patient enough waiting for you to remember that."

"And if I refuse?"

"Then the boy stays a target until you change your mind." Callum's smile was thin, humorless. "I'd rather not have to escalate further than I already have. But I will, if you keep making me repeat myself."

Akito's grip on his sword tightened, though he held his position, letting Rui take the lead for now despite every instinct urging him otherwise.

"You're not touching him again," Rui said, voice low and hard. "Whatever I owe you, we settle it between the two of us. He stays out of it, completely, starting now."

Callum studied him for a long moment, something calculating shifting behind his expression. "That's an interesting demand, coming from someone with so little leverage left to bargain with."

"Maybe. But I'm not the only one in this conversation who has something to lose." Rui's magic sparked visibly now at his fingertips, controlled but unmistakably present. "You want my service. Fine. We can discuss terms. But the moment you involve him again, any deal we might have reached is off the table permanently, and you'll be dealing with considerably more than an old debt owed."

For the first time, something like genuine calculation crossed Callum's face, weighing the threat seriously rather than dismissing it outright.

"You've changed," Callum said finally, quieter than before. "Softer, in some ways. Sharper in others. Interesting."

"Do we have an understanding or not."

Callum's gaze flicked once more toward Akito, then back to Rui, and after a long, tense silence, he inclined his head slightly. "We'll talk terms. Properly, this time. But know this, Rui — the debt doesn't disappear just because you've found something new to care about. One way or another, it gets settled."

"Then let's settle it," Rui said, "here, now, on terms that don't involve him ever again."

The negotiation that followed was tense, careful, neither side willing to give ground easily, but for the first time since the mill, it felt like something that might actually end without more blood spilled — a debt renegotiated instead of collected through fear, a line drawn firmly enough that even Callum, calculating as he was, seemed to understand it wasn't one he could cross again without consequence.

They rode back as the sun was beginning to dip toward the horizon, the tension of the day slowly draining out of both of them with every mile that put the mill further behind. Akito hadn't said much since they'd left, processing everything that had been said, though the set of his shoulders had eased considerably from the tight readiness he'd carried on the way there.

"You didn't tell me the full terms," Akito said eventually, glancing sideways at Rui. "What exactly did you agree to?"

"Information, mostly. Favors, when he calls on them, within reason." Rui's jaw was tight, though there was relief underneath the exhaustion in his voice. "Nothing that puts Tsukasa at risk again. That was the one condition I wasn't willing to bend on, and he knew better than to keep pushing it once he saw I meant it."

"And you trust him to actually hold to that?"

"Not entirely. Men like Callum don't really change." Rui let out a slow breath. "But he respects strength, and leverage, and right now he knows crossing that line again costs him more than it's worth. That'll hold, for a while at least. Long enough."

Akito nodded slowly, accepting that for what it was — not a perfect resolution, but a real one, hard-won and honest in its limitations. "Then it's done. For now."

"For now," Rui agreed.

The castle gates came into view not long after, and Tsukasa was already there waiting, having apparently stationed himself at the entrance the moment word reached him that they were on their way back. He didn't wait for them to fully dismount before crossing the distance, relief written plainly across his face at the sight of both of them upright, unharmed.

"You're back." His voice cracked slightly with the force of his relief. "Is it done? Is it actually done?"

"It's done," Rui said, swinging down from his horse and catching Tsukasa's hands the moment they reached for him. "Callum won't be coming after you again. That much I made certain of."

Tsukasa's shoulders sagged with the release of days' worth of tension, and before either of them fully registered it, he'd pulled Rui into a proper embrace, tight and unguarded in a way neither of them had allowed themselves in public before.

"I was worried the entire time," Tsukasa admitted quietly, face pressed against his shoulder. "I know I promised to stay behind, but I hated every second of not knowing."

"I know." Rui held him just as tightly, some of his own lingering tension finally easing at the contact. "It's over now, though. You're safe. That's what matters."

Akito, dismounting nearby, allowed himself a small, tired smile at the sight, some of the wariness he'd carried toward Rui for weeks finally settling into something closer to genuine trust. He said nothing, simply handing his horse's reins off to a waiting stablehand and letting the two of them have their moment without interruption.

The rest of the evening passed quietly. Tsukasa insisted on a proper dinner for once, the three of them eating together in a small sitting room rather than anywhere formal, the conversation drifting easily between relief and exhaustion and the kind of tired, comfortable teasing that came from having survived something together. Akito excused himself first, worn thin from the day's ride, and Rui lingered only a while longer before slipping off to check the wards he'd set around the grounds, leaving Tsukasa to finally retire for the night.

For the first time in what felt like far too long, the castle settled into something resembling ordinary peace — no lingering threats hanging over anyone's head, no unfamiliar faces to watch for, just the quiet, steady relief of a danger finally put to rest.

Tsukasa stepped out onto his balcony for a bit of air before bed and froze at the sight waiting for him.

The cat sat perched on the railing, black fur threaded through with the same faint streaks of blue, watching him with the same unnervingly steady gaze it had the first time.

"You—" Tsukasa's breath caught, every muscle in his body going rigid at once, memories of the garden and the blood and the darkness crashing back all at once.

The cat's ears flattened at the sound of his voice, and it turned immediately, preparing to leap off the railing and vanish into the night the way it had before.

It didn't get the chance.

A shimmer of light cut across the balcony, and Rui was suddenly there, closing the distance in a single fluid motion and snatching the creature out of the air before it could clear the railing, both hands wrapped firmly around it despite its immediate, furious writhing.

"Not this time," Rui said, voice hard, holding the creature at arm's length as it hissed and clawed uselessly against his grip.

"Rui—" Tsukasa's heart was still hammering, though relief flooded through him at the sight of him there, solid and present. "How did you—"

"I've had a ward on your balcony since the day you got hurt. Figured whoever sent that thing might try again eventually." Rui's eyes never left the cat, magic already gathering visibly at his fingertips, holding it steady despite its continued struggling. "Wasn't expecting them to be foolish enough to actually try it, honestly. Guess Callum's associates don't always listen when he says the deal's off."

"Is it—" Tsukasa swallowed hard, stepping closer despite every instinct telling him to keep his distance. "Is it dangerous right now? Like before?"

"Not unless someone triggers it again. It's just a vessel, remember. Whatever spell gets loaded into it has to be activated deliberately." Rui's grip tightened slightly as the cat's struggling intensified, claws finding nothing but air. "Which means whoever sent it back is either testing us again, or didn't get the message that this arrangement is over."

"What are you going to do with it?"

"Take it apart. Carefully." Rui's expression had gone cold, focused, nothing playful left in it at all. "There'll be a trace on it, something that leads back to whoever sent it this time. I intend to follow that trace personally."

Tsukasa watched the creature continue its futile thrashing, something uneasy twisting in his stomach despite the fact that it was, apparently, contained now, no immediate threat to him at all. "Be careful. Whatever comes from this."

"Always am." Rui glanced up at him properly for the first time since arriving, something softening briefly in his expression despite the anger still simmering underneath. "You should go back inside. This isn't something you need to watch."

Tsukasa hesitated, then nodded, though he lingered a moment longer at the balcony doors, watching as Rui's magic wrapped fully around the still-struggling cat, subduing its movement entirely.

"Come find me after," Tsukasa said quietly. "Whatever you learn."

"I will." Rui's voice gentled, just slightly, despite the tension radiating from the rest of him. "Go on. I've got this."

Tsukasa retreated inside reluctantly, casting one last glance back at the balcony before pulling the doors shut, leaving Rui alone with the creature and whatever answers it might still hold.

Rui waited until the balcony doors clicked shut before he let any of the anger show on his face.

The cat had stopped thrashing, at least, going still in his grip the way most vessels did once they realized struggling wasn't going to accomplish anything. He carried it further from the castle, down past the orchard wall to a quiet stretch of ground where no one was likely to stumble across whatever he was about to do, and set it down carefully on a flat stone, pinning it in place with a thin thread of magic instead of his hands.

"Let's see what you actually are," he murmured, kneeling in front of it.

He'd told Tsukasa it was just a vessel, and that much was true — the creature itself was mundane enough, an ordinary stray probably picked up off some street corner and altered just enough to carry what it needed to carry. What interested Rui now wasn't the cat itself, but the residue clinging to it, the same cold precision he'd felt in the garden weeks ago, layered now with something fresher, more recent.

He pressed two fingers lightly against its side, feeling past fur and muscle to the working buried beneath, letting his own magic trace its edges without disturbing it outright. It wasn't identical to before. Similar craftsmanship, the same careful hand behind it, but the intent had changed — no poison threaded through this one, no attempt to harm. Just a simple compulsion, meant to draw the creature toward Tsukasa and then report back once it had been seen.

Watching. Not attacking.

Rui's jaw tightened. That was almost worse, in some ways. Poison was a threat with an obvious edge to it, something he could counter directly. This was quieter — someone still keeping tabs, still unwilling to fully let go despite the terms they'd settled on days ago.

"You didn't send this to hurt him," Rui said quietly, mostly to himself, working the thread of the spell loose enough to trace it backward. "You sent it to see if I'd notice."

The trace led, as he'd half expected, back toward the same general direction as the mill, though fainter now, deliberately less direct than before — Callum covering his own movements more carefully this time, testing boundaries without technically crossing the line they'd drawn. It was exactly the kind of behavior Rui remembered from years ago, the particular breed of patience that came from someone who preferred slow pressure over sudden violence, content to make his presence known without giving anyone solid enough ground to retaliate against.

Clever. Infuriating, but clever.

Rui sat back on his heels, studying the now-limp shape of the cat pinned beneath his hold, weighing his options. He could kill it outright, sever the working entirely and be done with it — simple enough, and there was a part of him, old and tired and worn thin by years of dealing with exactly this kind of maneuvering, that wanted to. But it wouldn't accomplish much beyond satisfaction. Callum would simply find another vessel, another quiet reminder that the debt, however renegotiated, wasn't something he considered fully closed.

Better to send a message of his own instead.

He worked quickly, carefully, unraveling the compulsion thread by thread until nothing of the spell remained, leaving the animal disoriented but otherwise unharmed, blinking up at him with none of the earlier eerie steadiness in its eyes — just an ordinary, frightened stray now, nothing more.

"Go on," Rui murmured, releasing the last of the binding. "Not your fault, any of this."

The cat didn't need telling twice, bolting off into the darkness the moment it was free, leaving Rui alone in the quiet with his thoughts and the lingering, unpleasant certainty that this wasn't truly over, not completely — just paused, held at bay by a fragile agreement that Callum clearly intended to keep testing at every opportunity he found.

He thought of Tsukasa waiting for him back at the castle, worry no doubt still sitting heavy behind his expression despite every reassurance Rui had offered. Whatever this was — whatever careful pressure Callum kept applying at the edges of things — Rui wasn't about to let it touch him again. Not directly, not through some frightened stray, not through anything.

He'd meant every word on that balcony the night before the mill. He wasn't going back to the version of himself that let people like Callum dictate what mattered to him.

Straightening, Rui cast one last glance toward the direction the trace had led, filing it away for later — something to watch, something to prepare for, but not something that needed handling tonight. Tonight, there was somewhere else he needed to be.

He turned and made his way back toward the castle, toward the balcony where Tsukasa was undoubtedly still awake waiting for him, and let the tension in his shoulders ease, just slightly, at the thought of it.

The garden table had been set up exactly the way Tsukasa liked it — a small spread of sweets, a pot of tea still steaming faintly in the mid-morning air, everything arranged with the kind of quiet, deliberate care that came from wanting a moment entirely to himself after the last several tense weeks. He'd specifically told the staff no company today, just a bit of peace, a few pastries, and the sound of the fountain to keep him company.

He'd barely poured his first cup when a chair scraped back across from him, and Rui dropped into it like he'd been invited all along.

"Smells good," Rui said, already reaching for one of the pastries. "What's the occasion?"

"There isn't one. That's the point." Tsukasa eyed him flatly over the rim of his teacup. "This was supposed to be alone time."

"Was it?" Rui bit into the pastry without the slightest hint of guilt. "Nobody mentioned that part to me."

"That's because I didn't invite you."

"A minor detail." Rui reached for a second one, inspecting it with far more interest than the first. "You really do have good taste in sweets, you know that? Whoever's in the kitchens deserves a raise."

"You are unbelievable." But there was no real heat behind it, Tsukasa's mouth already twitching toward a reluctant smile despite himself. "I specifically asked for no company this morning."

"I don't count as company. I'm practically furniture at this point." Rui poured himself a cup of tea from the pot without asking, entirely unbothered by the sharp look Tsukasa shot him for it. "Besides, you looked like you needed the company whether you asked for it or not."

"I did not need the company. I needed quiet."

"You've had plenty of quiet lately. Mostly the anxious kind." Rui's tone softened slightly, some of the teasing edge falling away. "Figured a little noise might do you better today."

Tsukasa opened his mouth to argue further, then closed it again, mostly because he didn't actually have a good counter for that. He busied himself with his tea instead, watching Rui work steadily through what had originally been meant to be an entire morning's worth of pastries all by himself.

"You're going to eat everything before I even get a second piece."

"Then eat faster." Rui held one out toward him anyway, an offering rather than a taunt, and Tsukasa took it with a small, exasperated shake of his head.

"I don't know why I put up with you."

"Because I'm charming, and you like the company more than you're willing to admit." Rui's grin widened, entirely too pleased with himself. "Also because I keep catching cursed cats off your balcony. That probably earns me a few free pastries, at minimum."

"That's blackmail."

"It's a reasonable trade." Rui leaned back in his chair, comfortable and unhurried, clearly settling in for the long haul regardless of how uninvited he technically was. "Besides, you're smiling. Which means this was actually a good idea, whether you admit it or not."

Tsukasa didn't answer that directly, though the small, warm curve of his mouth said enough on its own, and for a while the two of them simply sat there together in the late morning sun, tea slowly cooling between them, the quiet Tsukasa had originally wanted replaced instead by something considerably livelier — and, if he were honest with himself, something he didn't actually mind losing at all.

The rest of the day passed easily after that — a lesson Tsukasa only half paid attention to, a walk through the gardens with Akito that turned into a lazy debate over nothing in particular, dinner eaten without any urgency behind it for what felt like the first time in weeks. By the time night fell, the castle had settled into the same easy quiet it had carried since Callum's threat lifted, and Tsukasa found himself back on the balcony out of habit more than anything, unwilling to let the day end just yet.

Tsukasa was leaning against the railing, watching the stars scatter overhead, when Rui's familiar shimmer settled beside him without any of the usual startling this time.

"You're staring at the sky again," Rui said, propping his arms on the railing next to him.

"It's a nice sky tonight." Tsukasa glanced sideways at him. "Clearer than usual."

"You know, from up there it looks even better." Rui nodded upward, something mischievous already creeping back into his expression. "Want a closer look?"

Tsukasa considered him for a moment, weighing the offer against every memory of Rui's particular brand of trouble, and found himself smiling despite it. "Alright. Closer look."

"Good answer." Rui straightened up, rolling his shoulders like he was preparing for something. "Get ready."

"Ready for wh—"

He didn't finish the question before Rui's arm hooked around his waist and the two of them dropped straight off the balcony, Tsukasa's stomach lurching with the sudden plunge even as the familiar weightlessness caught them almost immediately, magic cushioning the fall into something closer to floating than falling. His eyes squeezed shut on instinct anyway, breath catching sharp in his throat, fingers curling tight into the front of Rui's shirt.

Rui's laughter rang out above him, delighted and completely unbothered by the fact that Tsukasa's whole body had gone rigid in his arms. "You can open your eyes, you know. We're not going anywhere unpleasant."

"You didn't give me any warning."

"Where's the fun in warning you?" Rui's voice was warm, teasing, though there was nothing but gentleness in the way he held him steady, suspended together in the open night air well above the castle rooftops. "Come on. Open your eyes. You're missing the whole point of this."

Tsukasa cracked one eye open first, cautious, then both, and the sight that greeted him stole whatever complaint he'd been building. The stars stretched wide and close overhead, the castle sprawling far below in miniature, and Rui hovering just above him, looking down with an expression so soft and unguarded it made Tsukasa's breath catch for an entirely different reason than the fall had.

Their eyes met, and neither of them looked away.

"There you are," Rui said quietly, none of the earlier teasing left in his voice at all.

"You could've just asked me to look up," Tsukasa murmured, still a little breathless, though it had nothing to do with the height anymore. "Instead of throwing me off a balcony."

"Wouldn't have been as memorable." Rui's fingers tightened slightly at his waist, steady, certain. "Besides. I like having an excuse to hold onto you like this."

Tsukasa's cheeks warmed despite the cool night air rushing past them, and for a long moment neither of them said anything else, simply floating there together beneath the wide stretch of stars, close enough that Tsukasa could feel the steady rhythm of Rui's breathing against his own.

"This is a nice view," Tsukasa admitted eventually, voice soft.

"It really is," Rui agreed, though his eyes hadn't drifted from Tsukasa's face the entire time.

They drifted lower gradually, Rui guiding them in a slow, unhurried loop back toward the castle rather than rushing the descent, seemingly in no hurry to end the moment any sooner than he had to. By the time they touched down on the balcony again, feet settling onto solid stone, neither of them had moved to put any real distance between them, Rui's arm still loosely resting at Tsukasa's waist, Tsukasa's hand still curled into the front of his shirt from earlier.

"You didn't let go," Tsukasa said quietly, glancing down at where their bodies still stood close together.

"Neither did you." Rui's voice had gone soft, the usual mischief tucked away somewhere beneath something far more careful. "Figured we could both stand to hold onto something a little longer tonight."

Tsukasa's heart was beating fast, though it had nothing to do with the fall anymore, everything narrowing down to the small space left between them, to the warmth of Rui's hand still resting steady at his waist. "Rui—"

"I know," Rui murmured, before Tsukasa had even finished the thought, like he'd been waiting for exactly this moment to arrive for a while now. "I know."

Neither of them moved for a long breath, close enough that Tsukasa could feel the warmth radiating off him, could see every small, careful shift in Rui's expression as he seemed to be deciding something, weighing it against everything that had happened over the past few weeks — the danger, the debts, the uncertainty of what tomorrow might still bring.

It was Rui who finally closed the last of the distance, slow enough that Tsukasa had every chance to pull away if he wanted to, though he didn't, tilting his face up to meet him instead. The kiss, when it came, was soft, unhurried, nothing like the reckless energy Rui usually carried into everything else he did — careful instead, deliberate, like something he'd been holding back for longer than either of them had probably realized.

When they finally parted, Rui rested his forehead lightly against Tsukasa's, both of them a little breathless, the stars still scattered wide above them.

"Been wanting to do that for a while now," Rui admitted quietly.

"You could have said something sooner." Tsukasa's voice came out softer than he meant it to, fingers still curled loosely into the front of Rui's shirt.

"Would've ruined the timing." Rui's mouth curved, though the smile stayed gentle rather than teasing. "This felt right. Up there, with you actually looking at me instead of screaming about falling."

Tsukasa laughed quietly at that, some of the lingering nervous energy finally easing out of his shoulders. "I don't scream every time."

"You absolutely do."

"Only the first few times."

"Sure." Rui pulled back just enough to look at him properly, something warm and unguarded settling into his expression, none of the careful walls he usually kept up anywhere in sight. "Stay out here a little longer with me?"

"I think I'd like that," Tsukasa said, and let himself be pulled back against Rui's side, both of them settling against the railing together, comfortable in the quiet the night finally offered them.

Akito noticed something was different the moment he arrived for his usual morning check the next day.

It wasn't anything obvious, exactly — Tsukasa was up, dressed, going about breakfast the same as any other morning — but there was a lightness to him that hadn't been there in weeks, a small, private smile tugging at the corner of his mouth every time his gaze drifted toward the balcony doors, like he was thinking about something he wasn't quite ready to share.

"You're in a good mood," Akito said, settling into his usual seat across the table, studying him with open suspicion.

"Am I not allowed to be in a good mood?"

"You're allowed. I'm just curious what brought it on." Akito reached for his own cup, watching him carefully over the rim. "You've had that same look on your face since I walked in."

Tsukasa's ears colored slightly, and he busied himself with his tea rather than answer directly, which only made Akito's suspicion sharpen further.

"Tsukasa."

"It's nothing."

"It's clearly something." Akito set his cup down, arms crossing. "Does this have anything to do with a certain mage who's been spending an unusual amount of time on your balcony lately?"

The color in Tsukasa's cheeks deepened considerably at that, and he still didn't quite meet Akito's eyes, though the smile he was fighting to suppress gave him away completely. "...Maybe."

Akito studied him a long moment, something between exasperation and reluctant fondness crossing his expression. He'd had weeks now to come to terms with Rui's presence in Tsukasa's life — the danger of it, the strangeness of it, and eventually, grudgingly, the genuine care behind it that had proven itself more than once when it actually mattered. He supposed this particular development shouldn't have surprised him nearly as much as it did.

"I suppose I should be relieved it's mutual, at least," Akito said finally, tone dry, though there was warmth underneath it. "Given how obvious you've both been about it for weeks."

"We have not been obvious."

"You have been extremely obvious." Akito's mouth twitched toward something almost like a smile. "I'm just glad one of you finally said something instead of dancing around it indefinitely."

Tsukasa's protest died somewhere in his throat, replaced instead by a small, helpless laugh, some of his earlier embarrassment softening into something lighter. "I suppose we were a little obvious."

"A little." Akito's tone gentled further, genuine happiness for him plain beneath the teasing now. "I'm glad, Tsukasa. Truly. After everything that's happened, you deserve something good to hold onto."

"Thank you, Akito." Tsukasa's smile turned soft, grateful. "For everything, really. Not just this."

Akito waved off the sentiment with mock gruffness, though the warmth in his expression didn't fade in the slightest, and breakfast continued on considerably lighter than it had in weeks, the weight of Callum and poisoned cats and midnight confrontations finally beginning, slowly, to feel like something safely behind them rather than something still looming ahead.