The Feather Quilt                                   1 

Challenge No. 1: Fusion. To be set post series, indicating in some 
way  of  a  V/H  relationship  or  intention  of  it  occurring.  1,000 
words. 
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The Feather Quilt by A. Karswyll
Mamoru Kanzaki thought his elder sister was ordinary
and well, a little boring. Then he met her boyfriend.

“MAMORU, COULD YOU wake your sister?” the matron

of the Kanzaki family addressed her youngest child from
the kitchen.
“Yes, mother,” I drawled out the term, indicating my
displeasure at the request that drew me away from my
video game. Grumbling under my breath I made sure to
stomp particularly loudly up the stairs and down the hall
before stopping in front of my sister’s closed door.
It was a weekend. Why did I need to wake her? For
house cleaning that could be done later? Maybe it was
because Hitomi was visiting from university for the
weekend and Mom actually wanted to get some visiting in.
Visiting family wasn’t something Hitomi did much of
nowadays. Starting sophomore year in high school, her
interest had switched from track to business of all things.
Currently she was ploughing though her Bachelor of
Business like the oni of Hell were on her heels by
cramming the sensible four year program into two by
attending school year round.
Raising my fist I thumped on the door saying loudly,
“Hitomi! It’s time to get up!”

Challenge No. 1: Fusion. To be set post series, indicating in some 
way  of  a  V/H  relationship  or  intention  of  it  occurring.  1,000 
words. 
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I listened for a minute but getting no response, not even
a grunt or shout to ‘Go away,’ I thumped on the door again.
“Hitomi, it’s ten in the morning. Mom wants you up.”
When there was still no answer to my knocking and
calling, I warned, “Hitomi, no shrieking. I’m opening the
door.”
Turning the doorknob I pushed the door open to reveal
the immaculately clean bedroom compared to mine.
Noting her school bag sitting on the desk under the window
I switched my attention to the bed.
My sister was sound asleep, curled up underneath a
feather quilt. But she was not alone.
On the other side of the bed a guy lay asleep.
Holy—when’d she start dating? No, hold that thought.
How the heck had he gotten in here without Mom or Dad
knowing?
I could feel the maniacal grin start on my face. As icky
as it was to discover a guy spooning against my sister
while sleeping, the blackmailing potential was just too
good a chance to pass up!
I studied what I could see of the guy. Messy black
haired and coppery skin covered by the feather quilt…
Hitomi didn’t have a feather quilt. She didn’t even have a
duvet stuffed with feathers. All she had were regular
cotton blankets like myself.
Looking at the feathers more closely I realised with
amazement that they weren’t just feathers, but feathers.
Challenge No. 1: Fusion. To be set post series, indicating in some 
way  of  a  V/H  relationship  or  intention  of  it  occurring.  1,000 
words. 
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As in a feathered wing. My eyes tracked the white feathers
covering Hitomi to find them originating from the guy’s
back.
As in, his back.
Sprouting from his shoulder blades.
Feathers emerging from the skin.
I flailed for support as my knees buckled and half
collapsed against the doorjamb. Blackness nibbled at the
edges of my vision. My fingers dug into the wooden
doorframe as I struggled to stay upright and conscious.
The wing covering Hitomi stirred and my eyes snapped
up to look at the guy’s face. The angel was awake.
Inhuman red eyes locked with my own green ones.
I didn’t even see the angel move, but suddenly he held a
wicked looking sword. Posed protectively over my
sleeping sister, the morning light danced on the deadly
edge.
My last coherent thought as the blackness won and
rushed in was, ‘Holy shit!’

VAN WATCHED THE boy in the doorway collapse to the

floor.
That had been unexpected, Van acknowledged as he
sheathed and set aside his sword. Both the disturbance and
the boy’s reaction. He’d thought people of the Mystic
Moon were made of sterner stuff, or at least those whose
Challenge No. 1: Fusion. To be set post series, indicating in some 
way  of  a  V/H  relationship  or  intention  of  it  occurring.  1,000 
words. 
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green eyes that so clearly marked then as related to Hitomi,
had more backbone.
Folding his wings that had been sprawled out—over
Hitomi’s still slumbering form and draping over the bed on
his side onto the floor—Van sat up. A quick glance at the
boy showed he was still in his faint so Van turned his eyes
to admiring Hitomi.
In particular the faint traces of last night’s passion that
still marked her fair skin.
Leaning over Hitomi and regretting he wouldn’t get to
play with her this morning, he shook her awake.
Grumbling Hitomi stirred to blink sleepily up at the
winged man leaning over her. She did love his wings and
relished every chance she got to see them.
“Good morning,” Hitomi greeted throatily as she rolled
her body towards Van, reaching out to stroke the wing that
minutes ago had been her blanket.
Van shuddered at the touch and jerked the feathered
limb away. Ignoring Hitomi’s pout, he folded his wings
back into his body. She knew his wings were sexually
sensitive with her. The most casual touch from her fingers
turning him into a lust filled fiend intent on fusing their
bodies together.
Something he had a growing suspicion his betrothed
exploited at every possible opportunity.
“We have company,” his voice still gravely from the
sudden flush of lust as he nodded at the open door.
Challenge No. 1: Fusion. To be set post series, indicating in some 
way  of  a  V/H  relationship  or  intention  of  it  occurring.  1,000 
words. 
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Turning her head Hitomi was surprised to find her
brother sprawled out in her doorway. From all appearances
in the middle of a faint.
“What in the world?” Hitomi said with amazement as
she scrambled for clothing, not knowing how long Mamoru
had been unconscious or how much longer he would
remain so. Shrugging on an oversize shirt she demanded,
“You didn’t do anything to him, did you?”
“No,” Van answered shortly, neglecting to mention that
he might have shown a bit of blade, having been
unexpectedly woken from a sound sleep.
If Hitomi had been looking at him she would have seen
the too innocent expression on his face, but all her attention
was on Mamoru as she knelt beside him. Her attempts to
rouse him worked and soon enough her brother’s green
eyes were looking dazedly up at hers.
“Holy hell!” Mamoru blurted once he was coherent
enough to speak. “You’re sleeping with an angel!”

Challenge No. 1: Fusion. To be set post series, indicating in some 
way  of  a  V/H  relationship  or  intention  of  it  occurring.  1,000 
words.