Nothing at all....
Until today!
And he does not intend to speak...
Because...
He has fallen in love with Chico...
He gave his heart entirely to the woman who had defeated him... who had screamed at him and bruised his masculine pride...
When the Fox and his beloved returned to one another...
Chico made a confession...
"I want to talk more with Mr. Shadow!"
Chico liked the shadow....
And the shadow...... made a confession that had been swirling in his mind for a long time. He uttered words that had stolen sleep from his eyes... his gray eyes.
He fell in love, and the darkness within him waned; his eyes, once like a starless night, transformed into a misty, ambiguous path... his hair turned white, and his appearance grew tame... It was then that Twelve vanished forever....
Days passed one after another, and his relationship with Chico grew better and better...
Until... someone brought him news.
He... had become a father!!
His wife, Chico, was an orange cat, and he himself was a falcon. Yet, the shadow called his wife Rose... because Chico, like a rose, was vulnerable, and like the thorns upon the stem, sharp.
What were his children?
No one knows...
Yet they all possess human bodies...
Two sons, a daughter?
Or... more?!
His love... grew stronger each day for the wife he had.... But could he ever control his anger and his rebellious nature?
He must!
Chico was a flower!
Would the shadow tear her to pieces?...
Did he not deserve her?
Did he not deserve a beautiful and loving wife?
His former wife. The one who bore the title of his wife, but in reality had only accompanied him for the sake of torturing the Fox. Twelve had attacked Chico many times.......
Should he surrender his wife to Twelve so that she could slaughter her?...
Would it be harmful to his wife?!
Can anyone help him?....
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That's right.. Chico is a
flower... A flower that can give you many buds.... But doesn't this flower need care to continue living!? If you hug it tightly and smell it, it will
break....
-Ajax-
I get so excited when I see them. I love the relationship between them.
-ajax-
Tall with a dark personality, short with a pink and princessy personality..
I love them
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Nothing is anyone's fault. We... are not to blame..... We create..... Our thoughts..... Maybe that's what we want, to be to blame
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