AN: Hello all, sadly this is not a full update for this story but it is something just as interesting and wonderful. I bring to you an Omake done by Deathe based on Aaya's interactions with Harry at the beginning of chapter 8. This is also a good chance to tell you that Deathe is adopting the idea of this story (not the whole thing, because I still have chapters I want to upload, but no time to type them out.). They have asked me for and was given permission and I cannot wait to see where they take the plot. I will edit this chapter with an update when they start posting so that anyone who wants to can enjoy it as well. For now, enjoy!

Chapter 8 Omake: Aaya

Walking on a dirt path that belonged to the forest is a beautiful man. His height of 175 cm was nearly matched by his envious grey tresses and Chinese-styled clothing- of his own design of course.

Normally, such a tasteful figure wouldn't be seen in such a place, so one had to wonder...why, exactly?

Well, after he received such an inviting call from his favorite dragon it was hard to resist. Sadly, it was that kind of call though, a serious call. One where they would gather to talk and there'd be absolutely no fun. As a matter of fact, they'd drag out the conversation like some poor animal until it was stretched so thin that it was practically dead, ready to be skinned and cooked for dinner.

How did he get this feeling?

Easy.

One simply stayed silent for an entire meeting while the others argued about an already resolved problem until dinner actually started.

The mature peacemaker, his dragon, seemed amused by his desperate antics of dragging to get out. Swearing with frantic breaths that he'd never comply unless their head of house demanded it so.

And God rarely did since it helped ease the canyon between Zodiac and God.

But that wasn't the point, the point is...

He was lost.

Very, very, lost.

"It's as if a greater power has shifted the terrain to mock me." He said in a thinking pose, eyes gaining a determined gleam. "It matters not what obstacle I face, it can never compare to the bonds of a Prince and his Dragon..." He paused for a bit before adding one last bit, "and his pet dog too." Wagging his finger in the air as he did so.

Satisfied with the monologue, he took a step forward-

And promptly felt a familiar pull that sent goosebumps up his arms as smoke brushed his form. Leaving only clothes behind as evidence of a human being there.

'Not now! Please not now!' were his desperate pleas.

Not many would guess due to his flamboyant personality but Ayame loathed his snake form in these moments.

'If only this prince had a dashing knight to protect me from the wicked creatures of the night.'

Unlike the others, Ayame has had near death calls in this form. It was actually one of the few reasons why he, a) almost never traveled alone, b) only traveled in the day, and c) wore animal print coats.

Survival instincts going strong he noticed the quickly fading heat of his clothes and poked his head out. A quick twist of the head revealed no predator in the trees so he slithered out just enough so he could stretch high and search for a body heat. While he lacked a sense of direction in general, he gained a cheat in snake form. Hatori had informed him after his first transformation that he had snake pit organs that allowed him 'heat vision' (infrared actually) to see at night.

Hoping to find a human body soon Ayame turned his to the left and cheered. There, not too far from him sat a male figure outside. Happy to leave his now cold clothes behind he slithered towards the man. Sense told him the figure was smoking but the only ones he knew that smoked were Hatori and Shigure. His extravagant imagination took over now that he was near the safety of the house.

'Ah, a new person! Wouldn't it be marvelous if he was my knight? A figure that'll shelter me from the night with sweet words and warm embraces.'

Lost in imagination he didn't notice the figure approach until a hand, at least that's what he assumed it was, was held out towards him. It sent tingles down his reptilian body when he felt the foreign energy that surrounded the man reach out to him, enticing words shockingly spoken in the snake tongue.

"It is not often one sees such a beauty as yourself. Your scales bring envy to the moon itself. Come. I will give you warmth against the fading light."

If he could flush, Ayame definitely would have because right here. Right here stood what could only be his imaginary knight who did and offer exactly what he had just imagined moments ago.

Heart beating fast Ayame just gaped until he felt a pull and his form changing.

And he now stood completely naked in front the man.

Frozen in shock, Ayame observed what he can until his brain kicked in and a ran into the house.

There were gasps and yells of shock but he ignored them all in favor for Hatori.

"Hatori! Help!"

And proceeded to GLOMP the man as a way to shield himself from their view. If he managed a quick grope no one noticed.

Of course, it didn't take long for a certain witch to shriek and push him into a room in the hallway. Offering him clothes with a red face.

When Ayame felt a similar energy from the girl he assumed she knew the who the dashing knight was outside and asked accordingly while looking for a shirt since he had pants already.

"Ah, I don't suppose you know who the young man was who sat outside did you?"

Back turned to him the bushy haired girl answered. "Outside? Do you mean Harry?"

It was just convenient timing perhaps, that he found a dark green shirt with the golden words of 'Harry Potter Snitched My Innocence'. A little golden ball flying lazily around the words.

Blushing a little, one couldn't help but think that if the young man was indeed called Harry Potter, then the shirt suited Ayame perfectly, at the moment.

For how else could he describe such seductive words spoken not moments before? Words that made him simply want to ravage the 'innocent knight'.

Ayame could see it now. He was the wandering prince who lost his dragon and pet dog in the forest. And when night came he was being chased by monstrous creatures when a mysterious knight came to his rescue. And once the knight defeated them he'd offer the prince the safety of his camp where'd he'd look him over for damage. And since he is such a nice prince he'd kiss the sweet knight on the lips as a reward. Except...the prince wouldn't stop with just a kiss. He'd thoroughly ravage the knight on the very open ground they sat upon in front of the camp fire. Enjoying the moans that would come from the man.

Clearing his throat, he answered. "Does he have back hair and green eyes? Do you know if he's single?"

He failed to notice her turn around and see him eye his tight shirt mournfully.

"Yes, that's him then, and yes he is. Though I suggest you be careful in how you proceed to approach him. He can be quite oblivious or paranoid to any romantic interest shown to him…I can also resize the shirt." Came a thoughtful statement which turned into embarrassment once she took note of which shirt he held.

"Er, are you sure you want that shirt, though?"

"Yes! Unless you have another shirt like this in dark red? Or maybe on a coat?"

"A coat?" Was his chocked reply before added what would be considered an afterthought aloud.

"Or something with animal print? I'll have to contact the maker of this shirt first and ask how they made this one. It wouldn't be the same if it didn't have the little moving ball. Tell me, do you know of a way I can contact them?"

"A-animal print?! I-I-yes I do know but…"

It seemed he broke her after the mention of animal print if the blush and stutter were anything to go by.

Anyone who knew him knew that he wore animal print coats but he knew that the witch was thinking something more...perverse.

And to be honest he wouldn't mind having that too.

He idly wondered if Harry is just as innocent before blushing. His little fantasy from before popped up and this time he imagined corrupting the poor knight with his Dragon.

Ayame nearly choked with how wrong that sounded when he used Hatori's nickname.

'I wonder what Hatori would say if he could read my thoughts.'

"If you'll let me, I'll resize the shirt now."

Daydreams aside, he perked up and held the shirt out for her to fix. Which was easily done by the twists of a stick and a muttering of words.

And it was with perfect timing that he just put on the shirt when his flustered Knight came through the door.

"What the blazes was that?"

Eager to properly meet, he slammed the door open and answered before anyone else.

"Allow me to answer your desperate plea!"

-End-