"Unfortunaly, I can't mark you as mine. I would love to, but it would be better if you stay and enjoy human life rather than one of the demons," Hyaku told me we laid down on the bed together. He was nestled in the crook of my good arm this time, and he seemed rather comfortable because he fell asleep before I could ask any more questions.
The last part of what he said still bothered me. Did he mean that by marking me, I would turn into some kind of demon? I wasn't so sure how I felt about that, and I was glad he wasn't going to just try and do it some night. It must be serious if he wanted me to stay human.
Sighing, I knew we had plenty of time to figure out what to do about that particular situation later. For now, I wanted to sleep as well. It had been a long day for all of us.
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The next morning, I found that I was still in Hyaku's room. Dang it, I hadn't made it back to my room. I looked down at Hyaku's sleeping form, but his usual mature, older body was replaced by the body of a twelve year old. I frowned and scrambled out of bed, knocking heads with him in the process.
That jolted the kid awake and looked around the room, wondering where the danger was. When he saw my bewildered face, he held up his hands in surrender. "It's me, Kiana, Hyaku. Remember, you saw me once before like this. This is my curse."
I busted out laughing. It wasn't all that funny, but it was so absurd that I couldn't do much else. He frowned at me, waiting for me to respond. "I'm sorry Hyaku, this isn't funny, but waking up next to a twelve year old was somewhat of a jolt."
He nodded, getting out of bed, the clothes he wore the previous night hung very loosely around him. I let out another giggle. He mockingly glared at me from the corner of his eyes. "You be cursed and see how you like it," he told me.
"I'll pass, but thanks though," I said, moving to sit by the bed. "You know what you look like doesn't matter to me."
He turned and smiled, walking to stand between my legs and leaned up to kiss me. I met him part way before turning to kiss him on the cheek instead of the lips. "Sorry," I mumbled. "I feel like a pedophile. It seems wrong somehow."
He sighed, shaking his head as he went to find clothes that fit him. I moved to my own room to change clothes as well.
