|Goodbye Again| kazuscara

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About You and I

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: 

There are italicized brackets added in for quick translations at your convenience, though they might not all be accurate. Thank you for your continued support!

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After brunch with the Wangsheng Funeral Parlour director, the king of Liyue left for a walk through the streets.

The storm that followed the lone boat at sea was most definitely the one which held the Shogun. The rain poured hard on the paved streets as many Liyuens scrambled past under their waxed umbrellas.

It wouldn't be much more than half a day for the lightning to land on the prairies and mountains of Liyue, and for that, Zhongli hoped the prince of Inazuma wouldn't have run too far. But then he remembered his most loyal knight.

"Xiao," he called out to the humid air and a gust of wind crawled up behind him.

"My Lord," the young voice replied and bowed his head low. The boy still appeared young, though he was one of the oldest adepti within Liyue.

"Keep an eye out for the prince of Inazuma," Zhongli said as he turned and looked into the aureate eyes of his son who stood under the pouring rain. He turned the umbrella so they both shared it, "And if you do find him, be sure to avoid force." He smiled with sympathy to his most faithful follower, who nodded and disappeared into another shadow of the wind. If it were up to him, he would have kept the adeptus away from the nation's problems and politics, but Xiao had always been persistent in helping his father.

The streets and ports of Liyue Harbour began to appear like a ghost town as people hurried inside. The storm picked up heavy wafts of wind to send boats rocking in the port, and the wooden frames of windows to shake. Just as a storm followed, so too did the wind.

Hurrying under the shade of a closed restaurant, a viridescent cape billowed in the wind. The short person hid with his cape and hood, but it felt like the wind would blow him away, "That cranky old woman sure is mad, isn't she?"

"It's impolite to speak of another nation's ruler in that way."

The bard turned his attention behind him, the familiar Yaksha glaring at him with his piercing eyes, almost as if his spear weren't sharp enough. "How do you know I'm talking about the Shogun?" he laughed and motioned for the other to join him under the cover of the patio. "And hurry up and join me! You might get sick if you keep walking around in the rain."

The prince of Liyue approached and stood next to the other, scoffing as if the rain were nothing, "We adepti don't get 'sick' like humans."

"You make the weather to be nothing, but I know you love the snow."

Xiao felt his face heat up in embarrassment while the bard laughed. The rain continued to pour down, but now it wasn't so cold and unbearable.

Birds twittered outside throughout the valleys and falls of Fontaine. What would usually bring great joy to humans, forced Scara to wake up with a sour mood.

What a great start to the day.

He opened his eyes only because of the overbearing anxiety of being caught. Rather than his mundane life back in Tataratsuna filled with nothing but the same dull days passing by, he found it quite rejuvenating to sleep, even as he had never done so often.