May We Meet Again

...At one time, Ciemnosc and Aixi went over to the lake, several kilometers away from the village. Their reserves of food were already out and Ciemnosc's clothes were also already perfectly hidden, so nothing was to be troublesome. Only, they took a little bit to reach it, even a kid from the village would cross it. Which was exactly what happened.

Splash splash splash.

While Aixi was bare once again and Ciemnosc had dived deep into the peaceful lake, she suddenly felt absentminded as she remembered the many sensations of being watched, seen,, and followed as well as those obvious sounds of flora being moved in and out, back and forth all around them in these animal-less little forests.

As for Ciemnosc, who was only 5 years old and dipped deep into the lake, which was about 15 meters deep at most, she wasn’t worried at all, since ever since he was 2 years old, he was already capable of holding his breath underwater for 2 hours. Which she proved after checking in a small bathtub where he remained with his tummy facing the bathtub’s base and his right hand raised for when he needed air at last.

In the end, she had to use a cloth only after more than 2 hours, shocking but also giving pride to Aixi, who then bathed the silly little boy with his bathing cloth from back then and made him giggle and ‘curse’ venomously back at her right afterwards. Her tickling prowess was not to be underestimated after all…

Right now, she was already 17 years old, a grown-ass young woman with her body almost fully developed to the best of her capabilities. She had veeery nice twins. They were full enough and impossible to resist grabbing to the point that she gained more clients for more ‘smaller’ jobs the more she grew up and the more she was done more and more by ‘loving partners’ unlike before; there were more travelers lately anyway.

She wasn’t on par with Ciemnosc’s Mother though, but her tush was at least amazing indeed. It was an impossible sight to avoid. Whenever she went around, just walking around the village, her neighbor clients would look at her and think of how much kg of food, litres of liquid, and a bunch of money to give to that ‘damn fine piece of meat’.

With incredible brown-candy skin, she was beauty personified, irresistible, and full of charms that no man with a dick could say no to, pockets as well. Her golden pupils yet black irises showed the kind of extreme beauty and uniqueness that made her grown self all the more ‘tasty’ and known throughout the entire village.

Any time that a new traveler came, a large amount of money, precious items, and food came into their— Ciemnosc and Aixi —pockets, and each time a new client from the nearest City came, her popularity would exponentially grow as a result.

Whoosh, whish whish whish

“!!” Suddenly, Aixi braced herself as she prepared for the worst of the worst, her face fearful quite a bit, but her eyes fully determined and even growing ferocious; ruthless. However, as soon as she was about to go into a savagery of a battle she already planned out in her mind, she saw a 7-8 year old looking boy that was…quite hung, walking out from the bushes and trees that were behind her just a moment ago but that she was currently facing.

“Ciemnosc?” Seeing the bare little boy, Aixi completely relaxed. His bare body made her giggle a little as she was ushering him silently with her gentle, soft gestures to go back into the water since there was still a lot of playtime - and as soon as possible.

His pitchest, darkest hair was still slightly wet, but only slightly as…he had surely gone around and moved a lot for the past half a minute or so. A slender figure, very slim but with an early handsomeness that was innately devilishly. And his pair of eyes, of the darkest pools, which seem to consume anything that comes into his eyes, not just light itself. Yet, somehow, lovable.

However, she then saw his nails filled with blood, and she of course, immediately knew of what could have transpired. Crouching, her bouncy bunnies made Ciemnosc look at them innocently for a bit before closing in on his Sister as the latter then said in a soothing tone. “You don’t have to do that, you know it…”

“My Sister…nobody can touch her.” Ciemnosc declared, his voice sweet and the cutest, which brought Aixi a quick smile onto her beautiful lips. She responded to his declaration with smiley eyes, and a jolly voice of hers. “That’s my Lil’ Bro, but what about our money then? Food? New clothes?”

“...Except her clients.” Ciemnosc remained silent for a little before slowly nodding and saying with a pair of innocent eyes, his appearance making Aixi shake her head with a mental sigh as she turned around, her tush all too present in his eyes and then rushing into the lake. With a little grin, Ciemnosc ran after her and jumped almost a whole meter on his own right into the lake!

. . .

On another day, as school ended and Ciemnosc was walking home, a couple of groups of children came to him numbering in the 7s for both groups.

“Hey, bastard homeless…” Someone from the group called out, naturally directing those words to none other than Ciemnosc. But the latter didn’t even flinch, let alone change or stop his steps and even less so turning his head. But the time had finally come for school bullying, ah.

“I said, hey!- Hee-aaeh!” A boy from those 2 groups became enraged at having one of their own being ignored. This stupid what, 10, 11-year-old dumbass dared to disrespect them! Of course, only Aixi and the oldest tattletales of the village knew that he was currently between 7 to 8 years old. He couldn’t be blamed for being so tall. And for those who saw him changing clothes…ooh.

Placing his semi-closed left fist on Ciemnosc’s left chest and shoulder, the latter took the former’s left wrist with his left hand in a swift, sweeping motion upwards in a manner that a hawk would grab prey from the ground and kill it with its harsh grip on it.

“Ahh!!” It was just like that. The kid felt his wrist becoming so painful he couldn’t even notice, like the others around him, how the flesh of his wrist turned blue right away, then purple ever so strangely. But right then, Ciemnosc’s right hand took his pen out from his backpack, clicked its bottom, and took the ‘blade’ out of its sheathing before punching it twice in the kid’s throat.

“... … …” The kid didn’t notice and thought he was dead now. Just as he was going to exclaim that he was going to die for sure, he noticed that…his friends weren’t reacting at all! They weren’t even able to be shocked as they saw Ciemnosc act. The kid himself didn’t notice, but the others perfectly saw how Ciemnosc took 1 second, only 1 second to take out his ‘weapon’ and pounce twice at their friend’s neck before directly keeping his pen back into his backpack.

“!!” The kid finally felt his shit coming out from his perineum, his face scared, not noticing the snake-like biting mark on his neck that Ciemnosc secretly smirked at once he was done drawing it. Instead, the kid backed away tens of steps until he ‘felt’ his shit wasn’t going to be smelled; especially by the cute gals of his friends’ groups.

“Ciemnosc! Ci-Ciem- Ciemnosc! That’s not how you talk and behave with your classmates! Don’t you know? It’s really important to be pol- AAAGGH, he doesn’t even talk! He only finally talks whenever the teacher forces him for the tenth time in a class, really! I just want to hear his voooice! Bohoo!”

A little girl said, her feet stomping the poor ground over and over again, with yet strong, brief bouts of pain reaching her soles and up to her spine and then brain. Yet, her frustration was more compared to such ‘trifling’ pain.

Step, step, step, step, step.

On the other hand, Ciemnosc continued on and on, walking up ahead and slowly going back home where the 3 story house with even strong lights here and there were lit up, waiting for him.

The moment Ciemnosc arrived a few steps before the steps of his house, a rainy, heavily rainy night came back to him. One where, from these very same and identical yet fixed steps, his dear, warmest Mother brought him home; to the home she granted him, the one she fed him in, taught him the entire vocabulary, words, numbers, and even all slangs she knew of…

‘Mommy, would you be proud to see how much our house has changed? Improved? Mommy…’ After sniffing a couple of times, cleaning his tears by shaking his head with his right hand and forearm rubbed his chin; roughly. Ciemnosc then stepped up, the door immediately opening to reveal his Big Sister in an apron, his Mother’s apron.

“Welcome home~. I already made your scrambled eggs, come on, come on~~!”

. . .

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A few days after Ciemnosc turned 10 years old, with the height of a 15-year-old, though, and with his devilishness and handsomeness becoming ever more profuse.

Step, step.

As Ciemnosc was making his way to his home, he noticed at last, that there were several hundreds of people walking through the village. From the east to the west, all seemingly getting to the northern western side of the world. As he saw them all walk towards there, he saw some who were using their hands to show some people a few tricks. Magic tricks…that weren’t magic tricks.

Some of the young ladies of the village were bringing some of those charming people into their homes, not to try and shackle them by marrying them into their family, but to get their baby into their baby-making hungry bodies. Having a child from a father with such ‘power’ was bound to give them more chances to have a talented, capable baby, would it not?

Of course, some women also brought other women into their homes. Some spicy fun wasn’t new, after all. In any case, Aixi was even given lots of riches thanks to a few exotic beauties from the Cities in the past couple of years. Especially with those who loved watching Aixi be serviced by all men and women with love and lust…

Women can be really, damn weird… Mh-hm, mh-hm, such things were now known by poor, innocent Ciemnosc, who was used to seeing his Big Sister dominating men and women alike now, kinda proud to say the least.

At this moment, Ciemnosc saw a few people who…had their bodies surrounded by what seemed to be full of…ashiness? When discovering this fact, Ciemnosc became really ecstatic, it was nice to see people’s secrets!

No matter what was the reason, or how come he even began seeing these things around people and even within, with most of those travelers passing through the village. Some had really thick ‘ashiness’ covering them, some others were thinner but more beautiful, and some were even ‘hot’. Those were the ones who were seemingly trying to bang everything they saw - females mostly though. Mostly.

Lately, days seemed really damn nice for Aixi and Ciemnosc, now that he thought about it…

“Ah…” At this moment though, Ciemnosc was impressed by the, by far, largest and greatest body surrounded and filled with that ‘ashiness’ as he also saw some crystallized ‘armor’ below that ashiness.

“Hm?” The owner of such a body felt that gaze, and with his steps halting, he slowly rotated his body to glance at the little b- no…young boy? Young man? Oh well. Seeing the tall and well-developed little boy, barely about 10 years old looking to be close to a late-teenager’s height, the old man with curly, very short hair casually spoke to him.

“You can see something, boy?” His tone was pacified, though he wasn’t a kid lover and a great master of disciplining the new ones to the world. For such a person like him, dealing with kids, mortal ones, was the most curious thing to experience in his daily life of…well.

“... …” Not saying anything for quite a good while, Ciemnosc nodded a couple of times, with his bag being hugged in front of his chest. The old man made an ‘ah’ exclamation and stepped towards Ciemnosc. Ciemnosc’s head tilted to the right quite a lot, and he said after thinking for just a little.

“Old man, are you here to meet my teacher? He said he knew many…’like you’.” The old man was a bit stupefied. He looked to be searching for something, but in the next moment looked exactly to where the 2-buildings-school was and shook his head sincerely. “No, I’m afraid not. Why, was that important for you? I can visit him if you’d like me to. You seem pretty spe-”

“It’s his funeral, of course. You can go if you want to, just don’t drag me please.” The boy’s cutest and sweet voice stunned the old man, who didn’t notice before how damn precious, must-protect kind of child he had just met. And with the words that the boy said, it only served for the old man to be even more speechless. “Did he just die or so-”

“Heart attack. Just now. He was too old. What a pity though, he still wanted to cultivate.” Ciemnosc looked up at the old man with merciless eyes, the latter becoming defeated by the former’s antics as he only held on for a little before sighing out abruptly and slouching his back. But just - only, a little.

Rustle~-!

The old man knelt with only one knee, looking at Ciemnosc right in the eye without needing to lower his chin a tiny bit, he looked into Ciemnosc’s admirable eyes and unnoticeably nodded a few times before taking out a book from…nowhere and only making a sound akin that of magic that only Ciemnosc and the old man himself could take notice of.

“This is for you, kid. See it if you can do something about it, if you can, try harder at what you can do…and achieve. It all depends on you, so I hope you can, one day, meet me again as a strong person, stronger than me if possible. I wish you luck, and I’m also expectant to see what you can achieve, boy.”

Placing the book in Ciemnosc’s chest, the old man grinned widely before standing back again while stepping one large stride backwards. Before turning around and walking off. Just as he was walking away, Ciemnosc stored the book in his bag with extreme dexterity. And then called out to the old man with his innately sweetest, cutest voice ever.

“Mister, where do you go- where are you going, you all?!” The old man stopped his hands in the pockets of his formal pants. He twisted his neck to look behind at the little boy again and said after smiling a bit. “It’s the tenth year anniversary, of freedom, from the previous motherfucker who kept us all in the worst of times, aah. Calling to all the...well, some 'type of levels' of cultivators to fight in a tournament to decide the most youth-promising talents of...err, everywhere! Anyway. Good luck, kiddo!”

“What’s your name?!!” Ciemnosc yelled, not satisfied with this old forgetful man. Do men not get smarter when cultivating even after so long? Seriously.

Luckily, however, the old man already expected this naughty boy’s ways and directly shouted, “Villosco!”

“...” With that, Ciemnosc glared at the old man’s back a few more times before ‘adjusting’ his eyes, no longer seeing that ashiness from before, which was present on only the cultivators crossing through the village. Remembering the title of the book he was given, Ciemnosc’s eyes shone beautifully, charmingly. He turned around and began sprinting fast back home!

Not caring at all about the cultivators who did take their time to appear around here, Ciemnosc passed through the many cultivators who were given little speeches and single talks to some people in the village, even to that of other cultivators, and exchanging ordinary, unnecessary stuff with the merchants and families of the village with or without business with raw materials that were hella worth in the Cities and with protective ‘tools’ that anyone could activate.

On his way back home, he saw the old hag that once wanted to end him at the times he couldn’t even move on his own with a large, tall, and bulky man who both of them looked at Ciemnosc himself with…unknown glares, as if preying…on prey.

…But then, as Ciemnosc relaxed his frown at the new, weird afoul-smelling person in the village, he saw that on the steps of his home, his Big Sister and an incredibly manly and heartfelt young man were kissing passionately, tenderly with his Big Sister like she never did to any of her previous clients. But from which Ciemnosc could smell her Big Sis’ whole body odor around him, which confirmed him as a client.

Before he was arriving the young man kissed Aixi’s forehead as she lowered her head, seemingly in guilt and depression. After hugging her lovingly, really lovingly, the young man then held and tightened his grip on her hands a couple more times before letting go…and directly disappearing from Ciemnosc’s eyes!

“Big Sister!” Ciemnosc yelled out. Instantly, Aixi became alive again, life and love returning to her eyes as she saw her precious Little Brother coming back home. She smiled, so damn beautifully, but just as she was going to ‘berate’ him for being late— though that didn’t seem to bother her…and even more, ahem… —, she was directly ‘shot at’ by a book with a dark, dull purple cover.

“Hm? Gasp!” Looking at it, Aixi then suddenly looked up at where she seemingly could see someone before moving her head to face a direction which…she seemed to now have knowledge of having a…future; perhaps.

“...” Lowering her head, she thought for quite some time, and in front of her, Ciemnosc was looking at his quiet and depressed Big Sister. With a heart full of gladness, filled with calmness and serenity akin to that of his Mother’s in their everyday daily life. He said. “Big Sis, read it…aren’t you…gonna need it soon?”

“...” Her eyes stared deeply into his eyes. Aixi felt tears slipping down her beyond-beautiful face after several minutes. She so much wanted to hug this Little Brother…but she couldn’t, not with her filth.

“Mn.”

. . .

Exactly 4 months later, when Ciemnosc was 10 years and 4 months and 2 days old.

In front of the village’s ‘entrance’, which was just a larger space, wider than the streets and that in any other extreme or opening from the small number of 14 buildings in the village without counting the several buildings of the now slightly deserted school.

Only 2 people were present in this early evening when the night seemed to be coming closer and closer sooner than ever, sooner than it should naturally be capable of.

Aixi and Ciemnosc stood side to side, his height enlarged yet again, and was already as tall as the 22 years old Aixi, her height was regular, but Ciemnosc was already as tall as her…she could easily feel some pride from deep within her whenever she thought of this. He was so incredible…

“Little Brother, I love you.” Aixi’s voice softened as she spoke these farewell words, and the boy at her side who had seen her naked and even getting worked up, roughly in both bad and good ways as well as actually made love to countless times - responded with a completely innocent, obvious and hearty set of words. “I love Big Sister too.”

“...Hee.” Aixi turned around, her smile becoming so lovable as she stared deep into Ciemnosc’s eyes, her entire self feeling sorry, but…it was Ciemnosc himself pushing this silly Big Sister of his. In the end, here they were.

“This back to you.” Aixi spoke ambiguously as she took a small and thin rectangle-shaped wrapped object with the apron of his Mother. She then let go of it once Ciemnosc held it clearly, and very dearly, with his hands even if he knew of her ‘schemes’.

“You don’t have to remember me after I’m gone.” Aixi looked down at their feet before abruptly yet slowly raising her head to look at him, her eyes tearing up already. “But it would be nice if you did. I’ll remember you forever, Brother. Oh, don’t ever forget me, sniff!”

“Don’t look for me, I have my own…path. I will…only…if- when you get on your own path, if it happens… Brother, my lovely Little Bro… May we meet again.” Saying that, Aixi turned around, her little mind imagining a hug with his Lil’ Bro as her memories with him resurfaced in her head. Those thoughts…will never be forgotten.

Step, step, step, step…step…step… … … … … …

Looking at his strong, Big Sister leave, Ciemnosc silently watched until her back disappeared, not from the darkness that had already fallen and ruthlessly enshrouded this part of the planet without any sense so early on. Not having, knowing, or wanting anything to say.

Step.

…Ciemnosc turned around, his footsteps slowly becoming alive once more as they were so sore and a bit hurt. As he turned around, he made his way back home, alone and in loneliness. But there were many who, instead of waiting until the time was right, chose to move now that the sky was dark and early came the night.

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