Bixlu week day 6 – fluffy A conversation had between Lucy and Bixlow as they relax after enjoying the fantasia parade and festival.

"Tonight was fun."

Bixlow was on the verandah gazing up at the moon as he muttered softly.

"Though I don't know if I'll agree to the traditional dress next time. It's quite funny."

Bixlow had agreed to dress in the traditional kimonos for the fantasia festival tonight. It wasn't one of the fancier official ones. A more casual version but he had agreed to dress up for me all the same. I had worn a kimono to match his. The traditional wear reminding me of my upbringing. I feel as if my posture is better while dressed this way.

"It's interesting attire, Lucy. It looks good on you though."

I heard Bixlow's soft voice as he closed his fan, turning his face towards me. He casually adjusted his legs as he searched for a more comfortable position. The movement allowed me to catch a flash of skin from between the slats of his traditional garb. The sight of his bare skin made my heart pound erratically in my chest.

"Th-thank you..."

My tongue felt thick but I managed to choke the words out blushing as I seek his further approval of my choice of clothes. As much as he had agreed to wear it for me I had dressed up for him. I wanted to impress him after all.

"D-do you like it?"

"Yeah, of course. I like my get up. But you, wearing that kimono...it's beautiful. You look so sexy."

"Do I...?"

Bixlow's straight forward words cause me to look away in embarrassment as heat infuses my skin. I could hear him chuckle quietly but can't seem to bring myself to care.

"By the way, the mood I beautiful tonight."

I heard him mutter in an attempt to change to mood and conversation. However his words made my heart seize and throb. I remember being taught of a novelist in the distant past defined the quote to mean 'I love you'. There was another veiled saying that went along with it. I rack my brain for the saying.

"...I could die for you."

The words flow from my lisp as soon as I recall them. I raise my face and watch as Bixlow's face contorts with his confusion. A soft smile pulls on my lips; I lock my warm amber eyes with his ruby ones and tell him directly. Bixlow seems astonished at my words and I feel my cheeks flame.

"Umm... A long time ago, it was not proper to outright say 'I love you' verbally. That's why when you wanted to tell someone how you felt you referred to the quote 'The moon looks beautiful watching it with you'. So whenever someone wanted to say 'I love you' they said 'The moon is beautiful' instead."

"I see...but what was the one you said Lucy?"

"There was a similar saying...When a woman had been told that she was loved, she would reply 'I can die for you' because they were so happy to be loved by the one they loved. That's why they would say 'I can die for you'."

"I see what you mean...It's interesting how people used to think, isn't it."

I fought through my embarrassment and did my best to awkwardly explain my limited knowledge on the romantic sayings. Smiling at his acceptance of my explanation.

"Sorry if I surprised you."

"Yeah, I thought my heart was about to stop beating. Cosplayer, if you die. I can't live on my own..."

I can hear sorrow in his voice and I feel his pain in my heart.

"Besides I rather prefer telling you that I love you directly."

"Perhaps that suits you best Bix."

"Yeah, being indirect is not my thing. It might be useful on a mission...but I would like to directly express my love to you Lucy."

As Bixlow spoke so straight forwardly his eyes captured mine. His voice dipping into a husky whisper, sending fire through my veins.

"Lucy...I love you..."

"...I...Love you too"

Bixlow smiles softly upon my reply before his smile turned mischievous.

"Nah, words are not enough to describe."

"What?"

"Let me love you even more, Cosplayer..."

Bixlow said as he pushed up from where he was leaning against the sliding door. I watched his smile shine in the moon light and waited with bated breath for his fingers to come and touch me.