"Are you good at riding, Kagamine?"

The boy gave him a lopsided grin. "Better than half the samurai."

"If you didn't think it was a good idea, you wouldn't have suggested it, would you?" Shion paused. "We'll take a horse, chance the roads, and go in the opposite direction of Lord Hatori's men."

Kagamine nodded. "Kamui had a map. I'll go and get it, and we can take that with us too." He stood there, smiling, for a moment. The soft light flickered through his beautiful eyes as they followed Shion's movements.

"Will you go with me to the ocean, once we make it through?"

Shion smiled and kissed him. "I'll go wherever, as long as you're with me."

"Bet you're going to get really seasick," Kagamine teased.

"Then I'll be sure to vomit on you, as punishment."

The boy laughed, tossing a set of clothes onto the bed. "They're probably going to be ill-fitting, and a little too short, but they'll do well for travel."

"Thank you, Kagamine."

He planted a furtive kiss on Shion's cheek before darting away through the room.

All the fabrics were as dark as night. They were going to look utterly conspicuous wearing such things, riding through town on a samurai's warhorse. He found himself hoping that Kagamine was also a very talented liar.

Shion dressed himself, then pulled the shutters back from the window, shivering in the chill night air. It had begun to rain again, very gently. The droplets fell on his outstretched hand. The moon was nearly full. They'd make an easy target, out there, on the road, while it'd be impossible to catch the light of burning campfires or glimpse the rising smoke. However eager he was to leave that place, they'd be better off waiting until dawn.

"It's strange-" Kagamine's voice interrupted his thoughts. "I've never seen you dressed like that before."

Shion turned around to face him.

"I was right. Everything's too short." He laughed softly. "But with that solemn expression, you look like someone who shouldn't be messed with, nevertheless." The boy's gaze drifted to the unshuttered window. "You really can't wait to leave here, can you?"

"I would like to," Shion answered, "but I also realize we can't risk it just yet."

"You're so serious." Kagamine stared at him, blushing a little. His gaze shifted down to the floor. "It's attractive."

Shion attempted not to laugh. The boy would probably always think so, whatever Shion's stance or his dress or whatever he was saying or doing.

"Sit down, Kagamine, and show me what it is you've got there."

"Ah." The boy gave him an ebullient smile. He picked up one of the bursting-full sacks in front of him and tossed it onto the bed before retrieving a large round shape from off the floor.

"Well, first of all, I got us sugegasa, to keep off the rain." He lifted up one of the circles, revealing a perfect duplicate beneath it, and passed it over to Shion before putting a knee on the bed and shaking out the contents of the bag. There was the map he'd spoken of, along with flint and kindling, but this-

Shion stared down in disbelief. These furs- where in the world had they come from?

"I may have taken the liberty of stealing some things from Kamui's room."

"Kagamine, that's-" He sighed. "Disrespectful."

"Why?" The boy shrugged. "Kamui doesn't have any use for them any longer, and if I'd left them there, Lord Hatori would just wrap himself in them instead. I'm sure he has no need for them, but they'll keep us dry and warm."

Shion didn't answer, only ran his fingers over them. He felt a strange sensation pulling at him, one that wasn't connected to his body at all-

"I know that look," Kagamine sighed. "You've gone off somewhere far away. Somewhere that I can't follow."

There was sadness in his voice, and Shion desperately wanted to alleviate it, only- exactly how much of these strange intuitions should he admit to? The boy had helped him make the altar, and left the flute there whether he believed Shion or not, but- whenever he'd told anyone before, they'd always gotten a strange uncomfortable look and either dismissed what he'd said or found some excuse to hurriedly leave him.