Chapter 6 — “Is It Really You?”
Chapter 6 — “Is it really you?”
Summary: After finally finding Mitsuba, all hell breaks loose. Between fighting Hanako though failing miserably and replacing the Hell of Mirrors No. 3 of the Seven Mysteries, but that isn’t half of the chaos just waiting to unfold.
( A / N ) : I can’t believe it’s been so long since Act I was released. I really liked working on it and lately I just didn’t have the time or motivation to start Act II, but I’m using every small break and rest time that I have to write this. :> I hope you guys like it!! Also from the middle of Act II to the and of Act IV, it’s going to go waaay off plot and onto a different plot that I thought of. I lost my original ideas for all the acts so I’m trying to remember bits and pieces and work from there to remember the rest. So far so good!
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Kou luckily rushed in front of you before Tsukasa could get any closer, but you wish he hadn’t. It’s hopeless, but if you were any stronger than that deathly apparition, you would’ve killed him a second time. After assuring himself that Tsukasa wouldn’t attack if he turned his back on him, he whipped around to check if you’re okay.
“Are you okay (Y/N)? Did he hurt you?” Kou worries, checking your arms and legs—you’re like his little sister after all.
“N-No,” you managed to choke out, trying both not to throw up and cry at the same time “..Kou, I—“ you hiccuped.
“It’s okay, I’m here now.” He assured.
“Kou,” you tried to make your tone sound stern, but with the tremors in your voice that was near impossible. “Behind you.” You just barely managed to croak out.
Reluctantly, Kou turned behind him.
And what he saw shocked him.
No, even shocked is an understatement.
There wasn’t any words to describe the feelings he was feeling. Relief? Guilt? Happiness? Distress? No, it was all of them. A wave of emotions crashing down onto him and he was almost scared he would drown in them.
“You..” he paused, dropping his staff which he held in his hand and standing up “..how are.. but I thought you were gone for good.” Kou’s usually confident voice seemed to tremble.
“Mitsuba.” He called out, still in disbelief. “You’re really okay? You’re not hurt or anything, are you?” He reached for him, but Mitsuba seemed to flinch away. Kou didn’t notice though “Huh?” He then reached for Mitsuba’s hand “Why is your hand like that? What’s wrong?”
“What happened to you.”
“Uh..” Mitsuba didn’t know whether to feel awkward or uncomfortable. ‘Who is he?’ He wondered to himself.
Hanako pursed his lips, sensing some was amiss. His eyes expertly scanned the room for anything that looked even slightly out of place.
Well, No. 3’s dead body on the floor was an obviously noticeable sign.
Hanako’s eyes widened and he sighs “Is that.. Don’t tell me.” He had to make sure, narrowing his eyes down at the corpse. He looked back at Mitsuba, and he froze.
“Kid, get back!” He warns.
Kou looked confused, turning his head to glance at Hanako over his shoulder.
Large arm-like structures seemed to sprout from behind Mitsuba. Trying to attack Kou, or at least that’s what it seemed as they thrashed around.
Mitsuba flinched, shaking his head. “No, no! I’m scared.”
Your eyes widened. You always hated seeing Mitsuba cry back when he was alive, him being dead didn’t change a thing. “Help me.” Mitsuba whimpered, shutting his eyes closed tightly. And covering his head with his hands.
You got up on your shaky legs, with the intention of going to comfort Mitsuba, but you tripped over your own feet and stumbled back to the ground. Which was very lucky for you.
One of the arms, threw itself in Kou’s direction, which if you hadn’t fallen back down; you would’ve gotten hit. Hanako stepped in, slashing at the arm with his butcher’s knife. Pieces of the arm shattered and scattered around the floor.
“You okay kid?” Hanako asked, to which Kou nodded.
“Uh.. uh-huh.” Kou confirms, pursing his lips as he looked at what looked to be Mitsuba.
The cluttered pieces trembled, inching closer to each other till they reformed, standing tall behind Hanako.
You couldn’t warn them, your throat felt too tight. But for some reason, as you glanced at Mitsuba’s usually confident rose-colored eyes, you could see he was really scared. He wasn’t trying to hurt them on purpose, it was almost like an impulse.
“Watch out, behind you!” Kou gasped as he saw the hand getting ready to slam down on both of them to hopefully crush them underneath it.
Hanako whipped back around, ready to attack but instead of hitting him, it grabbed him. The hand was so big, Hanako looked like a plush in its palm. Thankfully he was only stunned for a moment, quickly breaking out of its grip. He smirked “He’s surprisingly quick.”
THUD!
One of the arms had unexpectedly slammed Hanako into the wall “Wha..?” He gasped, clearly caught off guard.
“Hanako!” Kou panicked, failing to notice the hand creeping behind him and slamming him down into the ground.
“KID?!” Hanako yelps, wincing as he saw the force of the hands attack.
Surprisingly, they didn’t seem to be attacking you. More like they were avoiding you, scared to touch you—almost like they were scared they might hurt you.
“Uh..” Mitsuba’s anxiety only seemed to get worse “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” He panicked hands gripping onto his hair “Stop it.”
“Mitsubaa..”
Oh no. Not that voice again.
Just hearing his voice made anger bubble up in you, and knowing there was nothing you could do about it only made it worse.
“Did you finish eating?” Tsukasa asked with a smile only that of an innocent child would bare, but he was far from it. He sat perched up on the railing-like structure above the mirror behind Mitsuba. He jumped down.
“Uhh..” Mitsuba trailed, you didn’t miss how he didn’t seem to tense or freeze around him now like he did then.
Just what did he do to him?
Mitsuba then stood up up, scrambling to hide behind him like a scared puppy would.
“Hm?” Tsukasa hummed, glancing over his shoulder to look at Mitsuba who was trembling behind him “Oh?”
“What..” Hanako froze up, in what looked like fear, no. What was it? “What are you doing here, Tsukasa?”
Tsukasa turned to look at Hanako, and when he saw him he instantly beamed. “Aaah!” He squealed, rushing over to him with quick steps “Long time no see!” He giggled, hugging Hanako tightly, clinging onto him like how a koala would. “Amane!”
“Just wait a second!” Hanako yelps as he nearly stumbled back from the force of his brother’s embrace “Come on Tsukasa, listen to—“ he didn’t get the chance to speak.
“Amane, Amane!” Hanako’s words only went through one ear and out the other, Tsukasa listened to none of it.
Tsukasa looked so innocent, almost childlike. Which made you think, if you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was innocent too.
The hand whipped around to shove them tossing them across the room.
Tsukasa was somehow flipped upside down, sliding down the wall “Oof—“
Hanako groans, but let his pain last only a second before standing upright again. “H-Here it comes again!” He warns.
Tsukasa frowns, groaning in annoyance, “You’re getting in the way.” It doesn’t take him that long to stand up again, and not upside down, effortlessly dodging the arms that would swing at him with ease.
Suddenly, as another arm reached to attack him, Tsukasa quickly grabbed it, also holding another that was sneaking up on him nearby “Mitsuba..” he sighs, almost like a disappointed mother would to a child.
“What.. what’re those?!” Mitsuba panics, “W-What’s happening?” He whimpers, tears threatening to spill from his eyes.
“Now, now,” Tsukasa smiles, leaning forward to wrap an arm around Mitsuba, “there, there.”
Mitsuba flinched, but then relaxed in Tsukasa’s hold.
You wanted so badly to push him away from Mitsuba, but you could only stay frozen in both fear and shock.
“These things’re here to protect you,” Tsukasa assured him “Calm down so you can keep them under control, okay?”
“O-Okay.” Mitsuba sniffled, using his sleeve to rid his eyes of tears, taking a deep breath “..okay.” He mumbled, hugging Tsukuba to comfort himself.
“There we go.. just like that.” Tsukasa whispered, rubbing his hand up and down Mitsuba’s back “Very good.”
“Hey,” Kou spoke through gritted teeth “Damn it! What the hell did you do to Mitsuba this time?”
“Oh?” Tsukasa mused, a smirk gracing his lips. He glanced over his shoulder to look at Kou, almost as if to mock him.
“I granted his wish.”
“You didn’t grant his wish, you did the complete opposite!” You choked, getting up on trembling feet. “He just wanted a friend, and he had two right with him, but you just tore it all away.” You tried taking deep breaths, but it helped nothing. “You made him people fear him, how is that granting his wish?” You scoffed, glaring at the ghost with teary eyes.
Tsukasa frowns “But I did grant his wish.” He insisted crossing his arms over his chest “And the price of that wish was his mind, in other words, a part of his soul.” He explained, but still, it didn’t seem right at all. “When you last saw me,”
The memory alone made you feel sick to your stomach, your hands immediately flying to clutch your stomach and to hold your mouth. You didn’t even want to remember it, the squelching sound that sounded like it tore through human flesh even though Mitsuba was a ghost, the sick look in Tsukasa’s eyes. No, you can’t throw up here, not now.
“I removed a part of his soul; his mind.” Tsukasa’s lips then twitched up into a smile “The rest is simple!”
“I collected low level spirits that were already fading away and used them to make a spirit body.” Tsukasa patted Mitsuba’s head, ruffling his hair. “Then I added the piece of Mitsuba’s soul to it!” He then grabbed his shoulders, patting them. “And then, all done!” He giggled like a boasting child who just finished all his chores.
“It has the same soul at its core, so it probably looks and acts just like him.” Tsukasa continued to explain “But this is something totally different! I mean, of course it is.” He looked at Mitsuba, then directly at you “The Sousuke Mitsuba who lived and sided as a human..”
“Doesn’t exist anywhere in this world anymore.”
Tsukasa then looked back at Mitsuba “But the weird thing is.. because of that, he should have no recollection of his past life. Or even when I collected his mind that day. Yet it’s like you’re now engraved in his memory.” He mumbled, it was barely audible to anyone except for the ones who stood close to him. Like you and Mitsuba.
Part of that reassured you, but it wasn’t enough to cover up the fact that what he did was still as sick and unforgivable as before.
“Why?” Kou spoke again, his hands were balled into fists and trembled at his sides. “Why would you do that? It’s your fault Mitsuba is gone in the first place.”
“Hm?” Tsukasa’s amber eyes wandered the room, as if he was seriously thinking about it. “Just because, I guess? I’ve always wanted to try making one.”
“An artificial human.”
You all stood there in disbelief, and his words only proved to further anger you. He has no right to be talking about Mitsuba as if he were nothing but an experiment, a test subject.
Even Hanako was shocked. “What..” he mumbled.
“Amane and I saw one a looong time ago.” Tsukasa beams, “There was a movie with an artificial human that attacked everyone!” He giggled. “Oh.. but this..” he then looked down at Mitsuba, placing his hand on his head “This is a ghost huh? So I guess it’s an artificial ghost then, huh? I didn’t count on it being such a weakling that it can’t exist in the mortal world, though.” he moved so he was now holding Mitsuba’s head against his shoulder, propping his chin atop his head. “Pretty cool, right?”
Kou suddenly slammed his staff into the wall next to Tsukasa, it stabbed into the wall. Mitsuba flinched at the noise but Tsukasa remained as calm as ever—completely unfazed.
“You creep.” Kou scoffed, in all you’ve known Kou, you never saw him this angry. “You’ve got to be kidding me..” his shoulders were trembling, his hand whipped up to grip the menacing ghost boy’s uniform.
“Hm?”
“Mitsuba, he isn’t..” Kou choked “He isn’t your toy!”
There was this unsettling look in Tsukasa eyes as he said that, and he tilted his head “So..” he looked back at Mitsuba who was now sitting on ground behind him. “You’re saying I shouldn’t have made this thing?”
“He’s not a thing, he’s his own person!” You finally managed to shout “Dead or not, he should still have a say on how he wants to spend his time in the afterlife!”
Tsukasa only brushed you off, taking Mitsuba by the hands. And suddenly, they were gone.
Your eyes quickly scanned the room, and you found them floating not too far away — a few floors up.
Mitsuba yelped, clearly panicked. But it made you wonder.. he’s a ghost too, can’t he float?
“Don’t worry Mitsuba,” Tsukasa’s voice was gentle, like a child’s “I don’t hate you!” He beams.
“Waaa!” Mitsuba looks from Tsukasa to the ground that looked so far below them. “I’m gonna fall, I’m gonna fall!” He cried, clinging to Tsukasa.
“So, Mitsuba.” Tsukasa didn’t care to calm him down, letting the boy cling to him. “You’re just a baby with only one memory.. but no powers or anything else. Nothing.” He smiles down at Mitsuba “But now you have No. 3’s core inside you, now you do have power.”
“What do you wanna do?”
The question should’ve been heartwarming, to Mitsuba’s ears it was but it somehow planted an unsettling feeling in your gut.
“Do you wanna let them take your new power from you and just disappear?” Tsukasa’s gaze didn’t falter, staring straight into his eyes. Mitsuba flinched at those words, and it also scared you. You didn’t think you could go through losing him again. “Or do you wanna take School Mystery No. 3’s seat and become the ruler of this boundary? Tell me,”
“What do you want, Mitsuba.”
Everyone stood frozen in shock, anticipating his reply.
“I’ll.. I’ll do it.” Mitsuba’s voice came out trembly, but sure. “I’m not ready to disappear.. not when I still have nothing.” He glanced over to you, and then back at Tsukasa with tears in his eyes. “So if that’s the only option, I’ll be anything! I’ll even be a school mystery if I need to be!” He cried.
Tsukasa smiled eerily “Very good, if that’s what you want, then I will grant your wish.” He looked down at Mitsuba “From this moment on — you are now No. 3 of the school’s Seven Mysteries, Mitsuba.”
Mitsuba beams brightly — so bright it nearly rivaled the sun. “Woah, really? This is so cool!” He laughs.
“Yup, this boundary belongs to you now.” Tsukasa confirms.
You were all for it as long as he wouldn’t disappear again, but at what cost? What was the twist that Tsukasa was hiding? What’s the catch? So many thoughts in your head, you couldn’t help but worry something may go wrong.
“What kind of supernatural do you wanna be?” Tsukasa asks, a smile gracing his features. “You can be aanything!” He giggled, spreading his arms up high to emphasize this.
Mitsuba turned to look down at you, who is looking right back at him with a storm of emotions in your eyes. Relief, disbelief, worry, fear. He smiles at you reassuringly. “Anything?” He echoes.
If it meant he could be with you..
“Then I want to be normal.” Mitsuba uttered softly. “I want to be human again.”
“Can I?”
“Yup, you can.” Tsukasa nodded, holding his hands behind his back as he grinned at the pink-haired boy.
Your heart fluttered. Human, you mean. With us again? The thought of it gave you hope.
“NO!” Hanako’s voice echoed, rattling the entire boundary. It seemed to tremble at the mere force of it.
The haku-joudai’s swirled around the two ghosts, startling Mitsuba — but leaving Tsukasa as calm as ever. Maybe even a little amused.
Both you and Kou exchanged looks, then looked back at Hanako in disbelief.
Hanako pursed his lips, pointing his butcher’s knife at them. “You cannot be allowed to live on the near shore as a human,”
Just that sentence alone made you want to tune everything else into white noise, but it confused you — and even angered you, too.
“And why can he not?” You snapped, finally finding the courage to speak with all the chaos going on.
“Yeah, why can’t he Amane?” Tsukasa mocked in a sing-song voice, folding his arms over Mitsuba’s head and laying his chin on them.
“Because,” Hanako began, clearly frustrated. “A creature that has come to live on the far shore as a supernatural cannot be allowed to live on the near shore as a human!” He spoke through gritted teeth. “Mitsuba, you were ‘born’ a supernatural, which means you cannot be allowed to become human. That seat number is not yours.”
“And I’m taking it back.”
Mitsuba looked down at the four three of them of you as if you guys were only bugs under his shoe. Not with disgust, but with something more. Disappointment? Confusion? Even he couldn’t tell.
“..Mitsuba?” Kou called out to him, his hand tightly wrapped around his staff.
A childlike laughter echoes throughout the room, the sound is bouncing off the walls — Tsukasa’s laughter — is ringing in your ears.
“Are you sure you want to do that?” Tsukasa asked with a smirk, crossing his arms over his chest “Mitsuba’s pretty powerful now, don’t think he’s the same ghost weakling he was before or SCRUNCH!” He made an effort to clasp his hands together as if crushing something between them. “That’ll be the end of you.” He says with that sickening smile, letting his hands fall back down to his sides. “This boundary belongs to Mitsuba now, in here, no one can beat him!” He cheers, “Go on Mitsuba, scrunch ‘em.”
..
Except that Mitsuba was now trying to flee.
“Huh?” Tsukasa turns his head around to confirm that Mitsuba was indeed missing. “Mitsuba?” His eyes darted around the room, it didn’t take long for him to find him — Mitsuba couldn’t exactly hide all that well with the mirror’s reflections acting as cameras. “There you are!” He exclaimed, rushing over to him. “What are you doing?” Tsukasa asked, tugging on the hem of Mitsuba’s sleeve.
Mitsuba yelped, “Stay away from me!” He squealed in panic, lowering his voice to a whisper — he continued “What does it look like I’m doing, I’m running away!”
“Why?” Tsukasa insisted, a pout marring his lips.
“Why?!” Mitsuba whisper shouted, pointing his thumb back at Hanako “Look at that guy! He’s got a knife, there’s no way I can beat him!”
His words almost made you laugh if not for the severity of the situation.
“Aww, you’ll be fine!” Tsukasa assures with his signature childish grin, ruffling up Mitsuba’s hair. “Just scrunch him with your new powers!”
“I can’t do that,” Mitsuba whined, swatting his hands away “—don’t be crazy!”
“Come on, come on!” Tsukasa pouted, nudging his shoulder persistently.
“Noo! Nope! I don’t wanna!” Mitsuba was stubborn, he wasn’t as scared of Hanako as he was of Tsukasa, but to him he did look pretty intimidating.
“Uhh..” Hanako trails, freezing momentarily.
“Kind of feels like we’re interrupting something, huh?” You joked with a nervous chuckle, eyes flickering from Mitsuba, to Tsukasa, then to Hanako.
A loud noise — like something hitting flesh — rung in the room making you flinch at the sound. Tsukasa frowned, Mitsuba’s cheek was now reddened “Do it.”
“Eek!” Mitsuba squeaked, backing up and nodding “I will, please let me do it.” He panics as he scrambled back up to his feet. “So uh..” he looks around at the four of you, eyes lingering on you for a moment longer than the rest. “Here I go.. you four!” He looks over at you, then at Yashiro “Three? She’s unconscious, so does she count? Uh..” he trails “Right.. I don’t know any of your guys’s names.. besides (Y/N). And that other girl.” He mumbled, perking up after a moment. “Okay, I’ve got it! I’m calling you crazy knife,” he announces, pointing at Hanako “..and you.. hella-lame-traffic-safety earring!” he smirks, then pointing at Kou.
At any other time, Kou would’ve been irked to hear that nickname, but he only flinched. It hurt that Mitsuba didn’t remember him. But before either of you could speak, Hanako spoke up.
“What do you mean ‘crazy knife’?” Hanako frowns, pointing his butcher’s knife at Mitsuba.
“Eep!” Mitsuba squealed, floating backwards. “Don’t point that thing at me!” He glanced back at Tsukasa, who is looking right back at him expectingly. “Anyways, this is my turf now! So I decide whether you live or die!” He stammered, turning back to the four of you.
“Isn’t that a bit dramatic?” You teased, “Oh no, please don’t kill me.”
“(Y/N), this isn’t that time to flirt.” Hanako frowns, looking back at you.
Your cheeks flush. “I-I wasn’t..”
Mitsuba’s cheeks also flushed “Yeah! She wasn’t!” He pouts “But anyways.. if you surrender now, I might let you guys go!” He crosses his arms with a ‘hmph’, turning his head the opposite direction “I’m in a pretty good mood, you know?”
Hanako just pursed his lips, watching Mitsuba with a blank expression. Mitsuba on the other hand stared back at him, and if ghosts could sweat — he would be sweating buckets right now.
“You wanna do this?” Mitsuba finally speaks up, through his voice is a bit shaky “Well if you insist, I’ll use my Seven Mystery.. you know my like.. super-powerful powers!” You could tell he didn’t know at all what he was doing, and although he did technically have all the power to defeat Hanako, he wasn’t at all sure how to make his ‘power’ work. “To.. to do terrible things to you, so go away!”
“Like in porno?” Tsukasa teased, obviously baiting Mitsuba.
“I- uh! Yes! Just like in porno!” Mitsuba exclaimed quite loudly, looking smug as always before the realization of what he just said dawned on him and his cheeks flushed bright red.
“Porno?” Hanako mumbled, moving to wrap his arms protectively around Yashiro.
“Hey! What are you making me say?!” Mitsuba yelped, whipping around to glare at Tsukasa “I will not!”
You couldn’t contain it anymore, bursting into a fit of giggles, holding a hand over your stomach from how hard you were laughing.
Kou began walking towards Mitsuba, and before Mitsuba could register that someoen was behind him, Kou grabbed his arm, and pulled Mitsuba down so now they were eye-to-eye. He frowned.
“Um.. can I help you?” Mitsuba muttered, obvious confusion marred his features.
Kou’s frown deepened, and he looked away — squeezing his arm.
“Just— what? Are you enchanted by adorable visage or something?” Mitsuba mocks, trying not to show his confusion. Kou’s silence only proved to confuse Mitsuba even more. “Come on,” he insisted “—that earring is so lame.” He hoped by mocking him, he would reply — even if it was out of annoyance or frustration. Why wasn’t he talking? And what was up with this kid clinging onto him? Does he know him or something? Mitsuba had opened his mouth to tak again, but Kou beat him to it thankfully this time.
“You..” Kou’s gaze drifted back to the floor. “..you really don’t remember me?”
Mitsuba pursed his lips, he couldn’t help but feel even just a little bad for him. Of course he didn’t remember him, he didn’t even know why he was so hurt by it. Were they friends or something?
“Huh?” Mitsuba raised an eyebrow “What are you talking about, that doesn’t make.. any sense.” He frowned, tugging his arm away from Kou — and instinctively, Kou reached for his arm again.
“Who are you?”
Three words. Three words that stung Kou like needles. He glanced up at Mitsuba, then back down to the floor.
“Are you done?” Mitsuba asked, already starting to feel a bit awkward from the situation. “You’re done, right?” Kou was still not responsive, keeping his gaze on the floor; but he didn’t loosen his grip or even dare look back up at the boy. “Let me go.” Mitsuba frowns, tugging his arm away a second time.
This pulled Kou out of his trance, “Oh..” his eyes immediately darted back up to Mitsuba, and an image of his ghost friend’s old self flickered before him. Hallucination or not, it was enough for Kou to grab onto Mitsuba’s arm a third time. “No,” he stammered “—wait a minute!” This time, he pulled him even closer, his hand coming to grab Mitsuba’s chin, his fingers covering his mouth a bit.
“Ack!” Mitsuba yelped, clearly — and very reasonably — shocked. “What do you want?”
“I am..” Kou looked into Mitsuba’s rose-colored eyes “My name’s Kou Minamoto, remember it, stupid girly face!” He pursed his lips, letting go of Mitsuba. He walked towards one of the mirrors where he had dropped the old gardening club records, picked it up and walked back to Mitsuba to shove it in his arms.
“Huh?” Mitsuba was still clearly confused “What.. what is this?” He frowns.
“Just shut up and take it, fake-nice guy!” Kou spoke through gritted teeth.
“Wha—?” Mitsuba had literally zero idea on what was going on, why you were looking at him expectingly now, why this guy claimed to know him when Mitsuba was sure he’d remember someone as stubborn annoying as the boy who stood in front of him. “I really don’t get what you’re trying to get at! And man is that earring of yours lame..”
“Now, now,” Tsukasa came in between them, pushing them apart; and smacking either one in the face in process of it. “That’s enough of that.”
“Hey—what was that for?!” Kou yelped, pinching the bridge of his nose. It stung a bit.
“You have more important things to do, huh Mitsuba?” Tsukasa smiles, completely ignoring Kou. He grabbed Mitsuba by his shoulders, and guided him so he was right in front of Hanako again. “Here.” He beams, dusting off his shoulders.
Hanako didn’t even do anything, but as soon as he looked up at Mitsuba.
“Noo! Knife!” Mitsuba panics, backing up. He lost control of his arms again, and they whipped at Hanako.
Hanako quickly grabbed Yashiro — and before you could process anything — he shoved you over away from harm, turning to Kou as well “Watch out!” He warned “This is bad..”
“No kidding..” you panted, barely being able to catch yourself from falling.
“Hey Hanako, what do we do?” Kou gasps, just barely able to block the slap of one of the arms with his staff.
“Kid!” Hanako panicked. He pursed his lips, looking down at Yashiro “The thing is, if we want to get the school mystery’s seat number back, we have to destroy the source of power.”
“You mean the yoshiro or whatever?” You ask, one of the arms narrowly missing your legs to trip you up.
“S-Sorry!” Mitsuba yelps, trying to get them under control.
“Yeah! And for some reason, nothings waking her up!” Hanako frowns, gently smacking the girl’s cheeks “Yashiro, wake up!”
“And as for the yoshiro?” Kou asked, looking around.
Your eyes darted to the center of the ceiling. “Yeah, there’s no way we’re reaching that! It’s way up there!”
“So then,” Hanako’s eyes flickered from the yoshiro, then to Yashiro, then back to Mitsuba “—first things first, we’re gonna need to make him behave.” He let go of Yashiro, running off towards Mitsuba.
“Wait, Hanako!” You and Kou both panicked.
In just a blink of an eye, Hanako was right behind Mitsuba, his knife up against the other ghosts’ neck.
“Hanako, stop, what are you doing?” You yelped, rushing to the edge of the railing, there wasn’t much you could do — but you did know you would never forgive Hanako if he hurt Mitsuba.
Kou grabbed your arm, holding you back with him. He was scared too, but he knew Hanako wasn’t going to hurt him.
Mitsuba kept completely still, well, he did — but his arms didn’t. Frantically thrashing around.
“Mitsuba, you aren’t even the spirit of someone who once lived on the near shore anymore,” Hanako frowns. “You’re purely supernatural, your connections with the mortal realm are as weak as can be, and that means.”
“You can never be human.”
Those words stung Mitsuba, especially since he knew, inevitably that was reality. “No!” He weakly argued, one of his arms whipping at the floor above Yashiro. All of you turned around in horror and panic. You managed to run — while the rest were frozen in shock — shielding Yashiro’s body with your own. You shut your eyes, anticipating the weight of the floor above you crashing down. But it never came. You pulled away from Yashiro’s body, opening your eyes only a small pebble managed to hit her head.
And that seemed to be enough to wake her up.
“(Y/N)? Mitsuba?” Yashiro mumbled, her eyes slowly fluttered open.
You sighed in relief, letting your body fall back — and luckily for you — one of Mitsuba’s arms wrapped itself around you from behind to make sure you didn’t hurt yourself.
“Ouch..” Mitsuba groans, his eyes shut tightly as rubble slid off his body and he sunk back down to his knees.
“What’s going on?” Yashiro panics, looking around a bit frantically. “Hanako? Kou? (Y/N)? When did you guys all get here?” Her gaze then returned back to Mitsuba “Hey, you okay?” She scanned his figure up and down. Did he change while she was unconscious? “And what.. are you wearing?”
“So Hanako grabbing her and tackling her to the other side of the room didn’t wake her, but a tiny pebble did?” You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose — this logic made no sense. You feared you might turn as dumb as them.
“I got stronger!” Mitsuba beamed like a little boy searching for praise from an older sibling. “I’m the ruler of this place now! A-And I became one of those seven mystery thingys!”
Yashiro didn’t look afraid, but she didn’t look to happy either. Her eyebrows furrowed as she glanced behind him and saw Tsukasa was still there, staring back at her. That was enough to send a shiver down her spine.
“So this is my boundary?” Mitsuba asked “Is that what you said it was called?” His excitement was short lived, as he could feel Tsukasa practically burning holes into his skin. “So.. I mean..” his eyes darting around from person to person until his gaze was focused on you again. “And I can’t let you destroy it.” He frowns, glancing at Hanako. “So.. uh-“
“Just get outta here!”
Suddenly, various arms sprang from the wall behind you. They grabbed the four of you — though they were much gentler with you for some odd reason — and forced you guys out.
“Stop that! Don’t grab my ankles!” Hanako yelps, trying to dig the blade of his knife into the floor to ground himself.
“Whoa?!” Kou gasped.
“I’m getting sucked into the mirror!” Yashiro panics, grabbing onto the frame of said mirror. “What are you—why are you doing this?”
“Just go with it,” Mitsuba smiles. “See you later.”
This whole time, you were surprisingly calm. The three of them were dragged out through the mirrors, but one of the arms kept you from fully going back through. So many thoughts running through your head, so many questions, very few answers. You had so many things you wanted to say, to ask.
“Mitsuba.” Tsukasa frowns.
“Oh, right..” Mitsuba mumbled, sighing. He didn’t want to, but he knew if you stayed there’s no telling what Tsukasa might do.
“Don’t you dare hurt him!” Was all you managed to say before you too were dragged through the mirror. An arm placed you down gently on the floor before retreating back into the mirror. You stood up on shaky feet, glancing down at the other three who were huddled together on the floor; presumably unconscious or something. You slammed your fist into the mirror, over and over again. Just when you found Mitsuba, you had to say goodbye again. The mokke tried to console you, huddling around you as you fell down to your knees helplessly. You were scared for Mitsuba. You didn’t trust Tsukasa at all. One thing was for sure though, you had to find Mitsuba again. And this time;
You wouldn’t let Tsukasa take him away this time. .
( A / N ) : I have not been able to find the motivation to write for the life of me. 😞 First chapter is finally done tho, hopefully I didn’t miss any spelling or grammatical errors, if so please let me know. I will proofread just in case. Also, I wasn’t sure if I should ask, but should I make a tag list for the chapters or? Originally I wasn’t going to but then someone asked if they could be tagged when new chapters come out so I’m gonna tag them but does anyone else wanna be tagged when I update more? Hope you enjoy btw, have an amazing day/night. <3
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Something about you..
Mitsuba x fem! reader
I originally thought for this to be some sort of short story that I could have in a one-shot, but then I realized I had too much for this so I decided on making this a short-novel instead. There is a playlist for this story, but if you want to listen to the separate ones, I made a few. They will be released as the chapters are published, and once I’m finished with the entire book you will be able to listen to the entire playlist altogether for the book.
Summary: You’ve been able to see ghost, spirits, and supernatural being since you were young. It all started when your father performed rituals on you with a cult, your mom knew of this, but never showed any signs of putting an end to it. Your aunt noticed something strange whenever she’d gone over. You’d show her things she couldn’t see, cry when you heard something she didn’t, and talked to things—to people, that weren’t there. Worried, she asked you if knew what they were doing, naively, you replied excitedly that it was just a game you played. She explained to you that you shouldn’t be seeing these things, and fled with you since she was worried of your safety. You’d been able to see them since. You met Mitsuba since you saved him from a group of bullies back in elementary, and had been friends ever since. You told him everything, and he put aside his “kind” persona with you. But when he was announced dead, you were devastated. You hoped you’d see his spirit soon, at least once. But you started to lose hope. Your aunt was worried, and asked you to go to therapy but they refused to see you after a disturbing feeling that someone was with them and had to be admitted. So when you met Kou in your second year of middle school, he took you to his brother. He wasn’t able to help either, but at least now you had someone to talk to it about.
Warnings: Angst (intensifies and dies down at random), cursing, ooc characters (at some point in the story), mentions of death, mentions of suicide, Tsukasa needing some serious help, implications of female reader, dirty jokes (but nothing close to acting going at it, mostly just Mitsuba’s act), Teru is an asshole at some point but it’s okay, and more..
Act I — “The bittersweet start of something new.”
Act I — chapters (5/5)
Act II — “Until we meet again.”
Act II — chapters (1/5)
Act III — “Our surviving story.”
Act III — chapters (coming soon..)
Act IV — “Fall with me, won’t you?”
Act IV — chapters (coming soon..)
Act V — “Something about you.”
Act V — chapters (coming soon…)
(A/N) : Story can and WILL go off plot at times.
Chapter 7 — “Forbidden.”
Summary : Days pass from the Hell of Mirrors incident, you can’t stop thinking about it. Hanako is no help, so what better option than to drag Kou with you!
Warnings : Not much, minor cursing here and there, reader going a bit manic and expressing signs of PTSD at some point, obvious implications that reader is female (ex. Use of she/her pronouns, etc.), mood swing-ish reader.
( A / N ) : I tried not to procrastinate but I got busy with work and stuff so I didn’t have much time. I didn’t let myself sleep tonight till I got this out. I will try my best to be more consistent with chapters and at least get these things posted every other week. This is proofread so enjoy!
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A couple days have passed since the Hell of Mirrors incident, and you’ve tried to find for another way back in. You tried every mirror possible, but none would budge. Hanako didn’t care much either, he said to just leave it alone for now and they’d figure it out another time.
Even Kou seemed a little odd about it. He wanted to see Mitsuba too, but it was like at the same time he was avoiding it. Part of you understood him though, you knew what it felt like to be forgotten before, and it was certainly not a good feeling.
“Can you hand me the sugar?” Satou asked, looking over at you.
You finally had snapped out of your thoughts, “Sorry, what was that?”
Satou chuckles “The sugar, can you pass it to me?” He repeats.
“Oh, yeah.” You nod, eyes scanning over the counter before finding the sugar. “Sure.” You grabbed the bag of sugar, and a measuring cup.
“We need one and a half cups of sugar.” Kou mumbled, eyes scanning over the list of instructions.
You nodded, and scooped up a cup of sugar.
Satou looked over at Kou, and Kou only shrugged.
“(Y/N), are you okay? You seem a bit zoned out..” Satou finally spoke.
“Yeah, just tired.” You excused, pouring the sugar. It was more than just being ‘tired’ — you were anxious. You wanted to see Mitsuba again, talk to him. But you didn’t know where to find him — and the Hell of Mirrors was not an option anymore because you couldn’t get in. Maybe you could ask Yako again?
“(Y/N).” Satou panicked “T-That’s too much sugar.” He yelped, quickly taking the measuring cup from your hands.
Flinching, you snapped back to reality “Shit— I’m sorry..” You muttered, pinching the bridge of your nose with a sigh.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Satou frowned, putting a hand on your shoulder “Usually you’re the one who’s the most focused out of all of us.”
“Yeah, I am, don’t worry about me okay?” You assured him with your signature smile “I’m just tired.”
Satou eyed you suspiciously, then glanced over at Kou who in turn only shrugged his shoulders. He then sighed, letting his hand drop back to his side.
“We’re your friends, don’t forget that okay?” Satou offered you a smile “So don’t feel like you have to hide anything from us. If you’re not feeling good you can tell us.”
“I know, I know,” You sighed, leaning forward and propping your elbows on the counter, burying your hands in your hair “—I’m okay, I promise. If I’m not, you guys are the first people I’m going to.”
Satou was skeptical but didn’t push the topic, nodding and going back to the batter. “We need to put in a little bit more of each ingredient to make up for the extra sugar.”
There you stood, in front of the mirror in the girl’s bathroom. Your hands holding onto the sink, staring into the mirror as if doing so would magically bring Mitsuba back.
“How long has she been there?” Yashiro asked, walking in through the bathroom doors and setting her bag down by the entrance.
“A while.” Hanako shrugged, he’s too busy playing hanafuda with the mokke again to care.
“Well you’re no help.” Yashiro sighed, walking behind you and placing a hand on your shoulder.
Your gaze didn’t falter, staring intensely at the mirror. “You think Yako will help me get in again?” You asked before Yashiro could get a chance to speak.
Yashiro raised an eyebrow “Again? By yourself? I-I don’t think..”
“I dunno, I don’t think so.” Hanako shrugged a second time.
You frowned, finally turning around to look at Hanako instead “Are you sure?”
“I doubt it but you can try.” Hanako simply replied, glancing up from his cards for a second to look at you before focusing back on his game. “She probably will if you keep asking her to the point of annoying her, go give it a try.”
Yashiro looked between the both of you “I.. um.. she shouldn’t be going alone, if that Tsukasa guy shows up, she could get seriously hurt or something.”
“Then get the kid to go with her.” Hanako suggested “I’m sure she’ll be fine. That Mitsuba.. (Y/N) was the only one he was trying so hard not to hurt.” He noted, “So I’m sure she’ll be fine. Worst case scenario, Mitsuba will probably just send her out again.”
“But—“ Yashiro tried to protest, concerned for your safety.
“Okay, thanks Hanako, bye.” You shouted as you grabbed your bag and ran out the door.
Yashiro frowns “Hanako, and if she gets seriously hurt?” She would feel responsible, having gotten close to you since the whole spiritual thing, she saw you as her younger sister.
“She won’t, she’ll be fine.” Hanako assured, placing his cards face down onto the space next to him and standing up “Now come on, you have to get to cleaning toilets!” He beamed, teasingly nudging her.
Yashiro’s frown deepened.
“Kou, Kou, Kou!” You called out, running up to said boy, who was currently with Satou and Yokoo.
“Oh, hey (Y/N)!” Yokoo hums, smiling at you with his signature smile.
“Hey Yokoo, Kou, come with me I need to do something.” You grabbed the sleeve of his shirt, tugging on it.
“(Y/N), are you okay?” Satou asked, raising an eyebrow at your eager.. whatever it was.
“Yes, yes, I’m fine.” You half heartedly answered, brushing them off. “Now let’s go!” You began practically dragging Kou with you, who in turn yelped.
“Oh okay..” Yokoo muttered, glancing at Satou.
“No idea, she was like this earlier, except zoned out.” Satou shrugged. “And she wouldn’t budge when I asked her what’s wrong.”
Yokoo pursed his lips, obvious concern written all over his face. “She.. it’s gonna affect her not letting anyone know.”
“Yeah.. I know. I tried getting her to open up but she kept saying it was nothing. It may just be nothing, but we’ve known her for a while to notice this pattern.” Satou mumbled. “I just hope it doesn’t get as bad as last time..”
“Let’s not look too much into now though. If she’s not okay, we have to trust she’ll come to one of us or all of us. And if she says she is we have to trust her on it, even if we think she isn’t.” Yokoo shrugged, fidgeting with his sleeves.
“Yeah I guess you’re right,” Satou sighed “I just wish she’d tell us what’s going on.”
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“So what are we doing exactly?” Kou asks, trying to keep up as you sped through the halls.
“Yako, we’re going to Yako.” You look behind at him for a moment before looking straight ahead again “I wanna see Mitsuba again.”
Kou flinched and froze in his tracks, making you stop as well. He pursed his lips.
“What’s wrong?” You asked, you didn’t try to pull him along — not wanting to force him.
Kou frowns, looking away. “What’s the point if that guy won’t remember me anyways?” He mumbled, pulling his sleeve from your grasp.
Your gaze softened “Kou.. just because he didn’t recognize you doesn’t mean he doesn’t remember you.” You sighed, moving to wrap your arms around his torso.
Kou went stiff momentarily, then relaxed, his arms coming around to wrap around your waist as he buried his face into your shoulder, trying his best not to stain your school uniform with his tears — his shoulders trembled.
“I’ve got you.” You assured, leaning your head on top of his. “I promise, we’ll get him to remember you.”
Kou chuckled dryly “You can’t make that promise you know.”
“I know,” you smiled “—but I sure as heck can try to fulfill it.”
Kou took a deep breath, smiling. “So then what’s holding us up?” He asks, wiping the last of his tears with his wrist “Let’s go find us a kitsune.” He grinned.
“Nope, nuh uh, I won’t do it.” Yako frowned, crossing her little fox arms across her chest. “I only did it for number seven because it was emergency — I’m not gonna do it just say cause you say so.”
“But this is an emergency.” You insisted.
Kou joined in “Yeah, we’re on a mission to—“
“Find that ghost boy friend of yours? If he doesn’t wanna let you in you know he’s not gonna.” Yako sighs, trying to make herself comfy in the bookshelves.
“Yako, please. I.. I know you probably wouldn’t understand but this is important.” You pleaded, “All we wanna know is if he’s okay.”
Yako paused for a moment, thinking deeply on whether she should or shouldn’t. “Hmm..” she hums, her eyes shifting from you to Kou and then back to you. “Fine, but this is the last time I help you.” She sighed, finally giving in.
You and Kou both smiled widely, glancing at each other and looking at Yako again. “Thank you so much!”
“Don’t mention it, but this is the only time I’ll be helping you out!” Yako insists, when really she has a soft spot for the two and she definitely would do it again.
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“Well, here we are.” Yako hummed, back to the liquid mirror-like portal from before.
You brought your hands up to slide them across the surface, watching it create ripples under your fingertips. “Last time we were here I got sucked in.” You mumble, dipping your hand in the mirror and flexing your fingers before removing your hand and letting it rest at your side again.
“Not this time, fortunately for you.” Yako pointed out, you hadn’t gotten forced in.
“So..” you turned your gaze to Kou “Here goes nothing, right?”
“Yeah.” Kou nodded, taking a deep breath in.
Three…
Two..
One.
Suddenly you were falling, reflections all around you with people — no, they weren’t people — entities of people you both knew laughing and mocking you both. Kou reached for you, holding you close to him as he protected your head. It started to get brighter and it felt like you were getting closer and closer to the bottom. That was what it felt like, until..
“Jeez, are you trying to get yourself killed?” A familiar voice scoffed.
You both found yourselves caught in the hand of a bony limb as it moved you towards one of the floors, and that’s when you saw him.
“Mitsuba!” You immediately cried, running towards him and throwing your arms around him.
“H-Hey, I get I’m cute and all but there’s no need to cling to me you perv!” The boy in question yelps, but there’s no denying the way he reluctantly wrapped his arms around her waist and the flush of his cheeks.
“He didn’t hurt you did he?” You asked, bombarding the poor ghost with loads of questions “Why didn’t you let me back in you jerk.” You pouted, punching his shoulder.
“Ow, ow, ow! I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Mitsuba laughs, feigning hurt. “And no, I’m not hurt.”
“Good, you better not be.” You sighed in relief, letting yourself relax a bit.
Mitsuba looked behind you to Kou “Oh.” He muttered, making eye contact with the other “It’s you again.”
“Yeah, it’s me again.” Kou repeated, shifting from one foot to the other a bit awkwardly.
“What.. what’re you guys even doing here?” Mitsuba asked, gently grabbing you by the shoulders to push you off a bit.
“I dunno, we just wanted to visit I guess?” You shrugged, it was an obvious lie and a good cover up but Mitsuba seemed to buy it.
“Visit the Hell of Mirrors? Really?” Mitsuba lets a laugh-like scoff slip past his lips. “Yeah this isn’t really the type of place you’d want to visit.”
“..definitely.” You nod, “Okay fine, truthfully we just wanted to see you.”
“We?” Mitsuba inquired, raising an eyebrow as he looked between the two of you.
“You remember Kou, right?” You asked, grabbing Kou’s arm and linking it with yours. “He was your friend too.”
Mitsuba narrowed his eyes at Kou and frowned “Sorry, doesn’t ring a bell.”
Kou sighed, rubbing his forehead “Figured.”
Boy.. this might take a while.
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The three of you ended up talking to pass the time, flipping through the pages of the yearbook from which Mitsuba had photographed the pictures within it, all that he did not seem to remember.
“Hey um.. earlier you guys mentioned something about Tsukasa doing something bad to me.. what’d he do?” Mitsuba asked suddenly, making the both of you look at him. “I mean, he’s the one who brought me back here so I wouldn’t disappear.. he can be mean and scary sometimes but he won’t hurt me.” And then at each other.
“Um..” you looked a little uncomfortable, shifting around in your spot. “It’s complicated I guess.”
“It’s really hard to explain, I have no idea how to put it in words.” Kou was equally uncomfortable.
“What? It can’t be that bad?” Mitsuba laughs, but his smile faltered as he realized you two weren’t joking. “Was it?”
You decided to be the one to tell him, taking a deep breath. “It was just after I got you to remember me, the day after, actually.” You began, fidgeting with your sleeves. “We were altogether trying to figure out your ‘unfinished business’ as Kou called it.”
“To help you cross over to the afterlife.” Kou added.
You nodded along “You had told us it was a probably a picture, so we got your camera and we went around different parts of the school to take pictures.” You continued “It was funny, especially since most of the time you were basically just bullying Kou.” You giggled.
Mitsuba smiled, yeah that did sound like something he would’ve done.
“I think I have the pictures? I don’t think I ever gave them back to Kou.” You admit, fishing into the pocket of your shirt, and there were the pictures in question. “Here, see for yourself.” You hand them over to Mitsuba.
Who in turn tenderly grabs them, looking at each of them individually.
The pictures varied. Some were genuinely beautiful, and the ones he took when he was messing with Kou made him have to stifle his laughter.
Mitsuba laughs “Yeah you’re right, I probably did bully him. And had a blast doing it.” He smiles, showing you guys the photo where — he assumed — he was trying to take a photo of some kittens and Kou ended up getting attacked by their mother.
You giggled at the memory, while Kou only pouted.
Mitsuba froze as he saw the picture of you and Kou, and his gaze softened. You looked so pretty to him, and.. there was Kou too, I guess. He stared a bit mesmerized but then cleared his throat, handing them back over to you. “A-And then what? You two didn’t do anything dirty to me did you?” He teased.
“No you pervert, we didn’t.” You sighed, but smiled fondly nonetheless. “We ended up going inside cause it started to rain, and probably gonna leave at that point since school had already finished by then. But that’s when Tsukasa found us.” You had to clutch onto your stomach to prevent yourself from throwing up, the nausea already settling itself in. “The rest of it was a blur. All I can remember was feeling a bit scared. No, that’s an understatement.”
“I was absolutely terrified.”
“He said something about how you left without his ‘permission’ and you looked scared too.” You continued, feeling your hands start to tremble, to which you clearly balled them into fists to stop them from shaking. “He..” the squelching noise and the sound of Mitsuba’s cry rung in your ears. “He hurt you.”
Mitsuba flinched “Hurt me?” He repeated in question, reaching forward to try to hold your hand, seeing as though you were shaking and you looked like you were about to cry. The second his fingertips brushed your knuckles, it all flooded back to him. The empty feeling he felt, the pain, the shock, the fear. It was drowning him. He quickly stood up. “No, no, no that’s not true, not true.” He mumbled to himself, backing up as he buried a hand in his hair.
“I blacked out after I yelled at him, he knocked me out when I tried to attack him.” You admit, voice trembling and small.
Mitsuba’s head whipped around to Kou, eyes watering. “Is he gonna hurt me again?”
“No, don’t worry Mitsuba.”
The two of you froze, Mitsuba flinched.
“I’m not here to hurt you, remember? I brought you back so I could grant your wish.” Tsukasa grinned from ear-to-ear, swinging his legs as he sat on top of the railing. He hopped off, inching closer to Mitsuba.
You stood up immediately, though your legs were shaky, willing yourself to stand next to Mitsuba, stretching out an arm in front of him. “I won’t let you hurt him again.”
“(Y/N)..” As much as Mitsuba admired your bravery, if Tsukasa was really as dangerous as you two claimed he is, he doesn’t want you to get hurt either.
“That’s funny,” A child-like giggle left Tsukasa’s lips. It didn’t last long though, quickly etching into a frown. “What makes you think you’re strong enough to stand against me?” He asks, crossing his arms over his chest. “Mitsuba, kick them out if you don’t want me to deal with them.”
“B-But Tsukasa..” Mitsuba protests.
“Mitsuba.”
Without another word, Mitsuba did as he was told, sending you both away. Just like the first time, you were dragged out through the mirrors. Yours and Kou’s protests fell on deaf ears.
“From now on, you can’t talk to them, ‘kay Mitsuba?” Tsukasa spoke commandingly, frowning upon said boy like a mother scolding her child.
Mitsuba flinched, mouth agape “But—”
Tsukasa didn’t let him finish “No buts. Do you understand?”
Mitsuba hung his head low in response. “Yeah, I got it.”
“Dude, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me right now.” You groaned in frustration, standing perched up on the sink and slamming your fists into the mirror.
“Hey, hey, let’s calm down a bit okay?” Kou yelped, “If we break something, Hanako will be upset.” He warns.
“Like hell if I care,” you frowned, turning around slightly to glance at him.
“Kid, what the—“ Hanako stood there dumbfounded. He sighed, floating up behind you and picking you up from under your arms.
“Put me down!” You protest, squirming in his hold.
Hanako dragged your squirming figure to a corner, setting you down. “Time out.”
“Time out?” You scoffed “I’m not a kid.”
Hanako hugged you, ruffling your hair. “You’re not, I know. Just cool off.”
You huffed, crossing your arms.
Kou frowns “He’s right, just sit still. Don’t do anything stupid.”
“This is stupid.” You retorted.
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It wasn’t long before Yashiro arrived for her daily bathroom-cleaning duties, setting her bag down by the door. “What.. happened.”
It was definitely a strange sight. Kou and Hanako were just sitting with the mokke and playing hanafuda, and you were sitting in the corner just drawing shapes on the floor with your finger.
Kou sighed, setting his cards down for a moment. “Long story short, we got Yako to take us back into the Hell of Mirrors, we talked with Mitsuba, and just when he finally realized Tsukasa came back and forced him to kick us out. (Y/N) got on the sink and starting banging on the mirror again so Hanako put her in time out.”
Yashiro gave you a pitiful look. “(Y/N)..”
“I need to get back in there, there’s no telling what that thing might do to Mitsuba.” You speak before she could get a chance to.
“And there’s no telling what he might do to you if you’re not careful.” Hanako frowned “Kid, I care about you. Don’t go doing anything stupid that can get you hurt or possibly even killed. You can’t go up against a supernatural as dangerous as Tsukasa.”
You groan in frustration, burying your hands in your hair. “It’s all so infuriating. I want to do something about it, but I can’t do anything. I feel so useless.” You mumble.
“I know the feeling.” Hanako replied sympathetically, putting his cards down to put a hand on your shoulder. “I was scared too, when Yashiro got dragged into the Hell of Mirrors. I felt useless because I couldn’t get in, I couldn’t do anything, really.” He rambled on. “If you’re going to get into trouble like that, at least have a plan, and an exit route.”
“You didn’t have a plan going to save Yashiro.” You scoffed, but a smile found its way onto your lips.
“You get what I meant.” Hanako pouted, playfully shoving your shoulder. “Don’t dive head first into danger. Make a plan and then you can.”
“But you did it.” You quipped with a smirk, nudging him.
“Cause I can’t technically can’t ‘die’ a second time.” Hanako frowns, ruffling up your hair “You can. Be careful, figure something out and then you can try, okay?” He sighs “That boy will be alright, Tsukasa probably won’t destroy something that has the potential to destroy us.”
“Probably? That’s reassuring.” You snort sarcastically.
“I’m serious. Focus on one thing at a time.” Hanako groans, scolding you.
“Hanako’s right, you two could’ve gotten seriously hurt going in there alone without a plan.” Yashiro sighed, leaning on the bathroom stall door. “Tsukasa is dangerous from what I can tell, there’s no way you can beat him if he was able to kill number 3 in his own boundary.”
“I guess..” you mutter, standing up and crossing your arms.
“You guess? He knocked you out when you tried to interfere with him and Mitsuba.” Kou narrowed his eyes down at you, “They’re both right, no more dragging me with you if you don’t have a plan. I don’t want you getting hurt.”
“Fine, fine, jeez. I’m not a baby.” You whined, a pout resting on your lips.
“No but you are reckless, and incredibly selfless.” Yashiro smiles.
“Uhh thanks?” You trail with an awkward smile.
“I don’t think that’s a compliment.” Hanako snorts.
As you both quickly got into your usual playful banter, Yashiro turned to Kou.
“Hey, keep an eye on her please.” Yashiro asks, her voice spilling with concern “I don’t want her to get hurt. I’m sure none of us do.”
Kou nodded “I will, I promise.”
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It was getting harder and harder to sleep at night. Tossing and turning in bed, trying to get Mitsuba off of your mind but it wasn’t easy. He’s okay, they assured you, but why did you feel like he might be in deeper danger than he started? You need a plan, and fast. But what can you do? Tsukasa won’t allow you near him, and Kou will probably keep an eye on you for awhile to make sure you don’t go manic from the whole ordeal. But.. Kou’s not watching you at night, is he?
( A / N ) : Finally got this done!
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Hello, :) I hope ur well. Can I pls request a comfort fic with Saeyoung and a depressed f!reader? Let's say reader is not the type to cry at all, like he has never seen her cry because she keeps it all bottled up even though she's in a lot of pain. I hope that's ok. Thank u ^^
Don’t cry, I’m here. — Saeyoung x fem! reader
Of course! And I’m doing well besides the 3 hours of sleep I’ve gotten, thanks. I hope you are too. I was confused about the gender of the reader, so I was rereading that a few times cause I was like. What? But when I read it the fourth time I was like OH they meant female reader. I thought that was funny I’m a little dumb, but anyways! Also yeah no that’s fine, I hope you enjoy it!
This is very much proofread.
I didn’t want to specify the reader’s issues cause of depression cause I don’t want to be like “oh the reader is upset cause of this” and then for you to have meant a different thing, so I tried to write it so that the reader’s reason for breaking down so suddenly wouldn’t be.. specific.
Warnings : Not much, reader’s reason for breaking down is not specific, reader is suggested to be female, a bit of comfort.
Saeyoung was sure he had you figured out. From small details about you in person, to large pieces of information of you online. He memorized every freckle and mole on your body, every password to all of your accounts.
So that’s why it surprised him when he saw you—his beautiful girlfriend—crying.
How did it get to this point? Well to him there was only one conclusion.
You were bottling it all up. How could he not notice?
It should’ve been obvious enough whenever you said you didn’t want to eat cause you lost your appetite, or when you seemed a tad more exhausted than usual, or even just when you started to space out whenever he was talking.
All the signs were there, right in front of him too.
So why didn’t he catch on?
Why didn’t he catch the way your eyes seemed to be unusually dull? Why didn’t he see the way you seemed to not want to get out of bed, refusing and blaming it on your fatigue? Why did he let it go far, why was he so blind to see you were in pain?
He of all people understands what that type of pain feels like, what it’s like to mask it and bottle it up, so why didn’t he know you were feeling this way?
So it was no surprise how speechless he was when he got home to see you crying on the bathroom floor.
He stayed shocked, standing in the doorway seeing you crying your heart out. Saeyoung didn’t stay frozen in dismay, rushing to your side.
“Hey, honey, no-no don’t cry what’s wrong?” He panicked, he wasn’t sure what to do.
“‘ts just too much to handle Saeyoung..” you cried, clinging onto him for the sake of your sanity.
“I don’t know what to do.. I thought my problems are my problems and they should stay my problems—“ you hiccuped “—so I wouldn’t have to bother you or anyone else about it, but it’s just too much pressure—I’m so sorry.”
“I didn’t want to be burden on any of you.”
Saeyoung felt his heart shatter when he heard how pained your voice sounded, holding you close as he hushed you “Hey, don’t apologize. Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” was what he asked, but really he was thinking why didn’t he see it sooner?
Usually he’d know what to do, how to comfort you. But he’s never seen you like this before. Hell, he has never seen you cry before. So he’s so thrown off on what to do.
“You were always—“ you tried to talk, but your words only came out in choked out sobs so Saeyoung interrupted you.
“Shh.. shh it’s okay my love. I’m just..” he paused, unsure what the right words to say were “I’m here now, tell me what’s wrong?”
And so you spilled. All your troubles and worries, every single doubt and problem you’ve been experiencing. And he sat there, holding you close to him as if you would slip through his hands like sand—and listened to every word you had to say.
After you had finished, your rambling now incoherent due to your sobs, he gently rubbed soothing circles onto your back. “It’s okay. I’m here now. You’re okay.” He cooed, hoping that would help in comforting you.
But you weren’t calming down, and he wasn’t sure what to do. He was thinking of texting, or maybe even calling another RFA member in hopes they would know, but he somehow already knew they’d be as clueless as he was now. So all he could do was try to calm you down.
“Hey,” Saeyoung whispered, pulling you back up by your shoulders, your teary eyes staring right back into his golden ones “can you breathe with me?”
Yeah, he thought. That should be the first step in calming her down, right?
“O.. Okay.” You hiccuped.
“Good, okay. Breathe in,” he inhaled, waiting for you to inhale with him as well, and after a few moments he exhaled “breathe out.”
It took a while, but eventually you weren’t crying as bad anymore.
“Okay,” Saeyoung mumbled “okay.”
“Are you okay?” He asked, his voice was soft, and low—in almost a whisper-like way. Which heavily contrasted his usually ‘happy-go-lucky’ nature.
“I think so.” Was all you managed to croak out in response, hiccuping a bit. But at least you weren’t sobbing to the point of being unresponsive.
He was still very much confused. You always seemed so cheerful, laughing at his jokes, teasing Yoosung with him. You never cried, or if you did, never in front of him.
Saeyoung wants to take care of you, the way you did with him when he tried to push you away.
“Do you..” he paused, propping himself up so now he was leaning against the wall “..do you need anything? Water? A snack?”
“Can you just stay here with me?” You asked, your eyes fluttering closed, a bit worn out from crying so much “Just for a bit.”
“Yeah,” he agreed, nodding “yeah I can do that.”
And at least, you thought, you at least had some form of peace in his arms. He wouldn’t let anyone hurt you, and for the first time you didn’t feel alone, no longer wallowing in the depths of your depression. Cause now, now you had Saeyoung.
And he was going to make sure you, his precious girlfriend, would never feel like this ever again. Or at least be there for you whenever you fell into that deep rabbit hole again.
But one thing was for sure, he would make sure you never have to face this type of issue on you own.
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Bonus!!
“Saeyoung..” you whispered, still curled up in a fetal position as he wrapped himself around you.
“Yeah?” He hummed in reply, tugging you closer to him, as if to remind you that he’s still there.
“Thank you.” you chuckled, your voice was quiet, but he still managed to hear you.
Saeyoung was about to speak again, when he heard you talk “You shouldn’t have seen me like that. But still, thank you for staying with me.”
He was a bit surprised. What did you mean he shouldn’t have seen you like that?
“It’s nothing.” Was all he murmured, snuggling his face deeper into the crevice of your neck.
“You sure you don’t have anything else to do?” You asked, then adding “No work to be done? I don’t want you getting in trouble just because I’m .. like this.”
Saeyoung chuckled, making a faint ‘pssh’ sound “I’m sure I can take a break from the computer if it means making sure your okay.”
All you did was hum in reply, nodding in confirmation.
“Hey (Y/N)?” He called, propping himself up on his elbows, looking over to see your face.
“Yeah?” You replied, eyes flickering to meet his.
“You know I love you, right?” He murmured in more of a question, but you knew he only meant to assure you.
“Yeah, I know.” you nodded turning around to be face to face with him.
“I love you too.”
(A/N) : This is about maybe 900 words? Maybe a bit more than that. I was pretty reluctant on posting this, not cause of anything with the request but the way I had written it was kinda ehhh to me. Y’know? I’m not good with comfort but this was fun to try! I really hope you liked it, if you didn’t please do not hesitate to lmk so I can fix anything and everything for you, but I hope you’re well too! And I’m also sorry for not publishing this sooner, as I said before I’m a bit insecure of my writing hesitant to post this. But I’m going to, just cause I want to see if there’s anything I can fix. I’m always open to criticism! That being said, thank you for reading this, and again—if you see that anything need fixing or something is not to your liking lmk!!
“Don’t leave me yet, it’s too soon.”
You were hanging out with him again, when a ghost you knew as “Tsukasa”, who referred to himself as “Amane’s” younger twin brother, horribly tore Mitsuba’s soul out. Literately.
Warnings: a whole shit ton of angst, cursing/foul language, mentions of death, maybe mentions of suicide(? from reader), Tsukasa needing some serious mental help, implications that reader is female (she/her), implication of some type of sh?, etc,.
(A/N) : So again, it’s proofread. But if there’s anything I missed lmk!! Also it switches to your aunt Autumn perspective after a bit, so you have explanation, then Kou’s. And, yeah I did add more conflict lmao.
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"Soo.." Kou hummed as he walked home with you.
"So?" You repeated, your voice a little giddy.
"How did things go with your little ghost lover huh?" He teased, a knowing smirk on his face.
Your face flushed, "He's not my-"
"I'm just kidding, calm down." He laughed.
"But." he said "I think it went well by the way I saw you two hugging each other like that."
"Like what?" You asked.
"Like you weren't gonna see him again." He hummed.
But the way you tensed up didn't go unnoticed by him.
"What's wrong?" He asked, turning back to kick a pebble on the sidewalk as you walked.
"What do you mean?" You replied.
"I'm not blind." He sighed, obviously knowing something was up.
You bit your lip turning the other way.
"It's nothing."
"You swear on my life?" He asked, sighing again when he heard you go silent.
"I had a nightmare." you finally confessed.
You had already got to your house, so you just sat down on the steps of the front porch to explain.
He sat by you, waiting patiently.
"What was it about?" He asked, careful not to make you uncomfortable.
“He died again, Kou.” You struggled not to sob.
Before Kou could reply, or say something to comfort you, you continued.
“Last night. I heard this voice. It kept telling me, it’s time, it’s time. Then I heard a scream, my scream. But it wasn’t pained, so I knew I was just horrified or something.” You winced, memory fogging up.
“T.. There was this horrible squelching noise, like you know. It sounded like something was being torn out of something, out of someone.” You rambled, eyes darting all around the street, desperately trying to not cry.
“And then I..” you stopped, choking out a sob.
You felt sick just remembering it, clasping a hand over your mouth, as if that would help keep the bile down.
“And then I saw him, dead.” You choked.
“He was dead, Kou.” You sobbed.
“The last thing I heard before I woke up, was a voice echoing for me to ‘wake up’.” You cried out, and Kou’s arms instinctively wrapped around you as an attempt to comfort you.
Kou pursed his lips in a tight line as you sobbed into his shoulder, he knew this meant something. And he knew he had to tell Teru about it.
He gently pushed you a bit, so he could look at your face. He wiped your tears away.
“He’s going to be okay.” He assured, though he wasn’t so sure himself.
“He’s going to be okay.” He repeated, though this time it sounded like he was trying to reassure himself.
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After a while, and after you finally collected yourself. You had said your goodbye to Kou and went inside your home.
Your aunt seemed to be waiting anxiously by the kitchen counter, but she sighed in relief when she saw you.
“Oh good, I was seriously starting to get worried.” She looked like she just saw a ghost, or maybe it wasn’t a ghost she saw, but she looked terrified.
You noticed the home phone cell was hanging off the counter by it’s cord, and there was a bat on the ground.
“Everything okay?” You asked, noting the way she rushed to lock the door.
She made a sort of ‘pssh’ sound, following it up with “Of course, why would anything be wrong?”
Which honestly made you worry a little, but when she assured you everything was okay and she was just worried for you, you dropped the subject.
“Well, I’m going to go shower and then go to bed.” You say, already starting up the stairs.
“Okay, you do that.” She called as you already were halfway up.
You thought it was weird, she never acted that way. If anything, she encouraged you to stay out later if it meant you were having fun, as long as you let her know. And Kou did let her know. So why was she freaking out? You wanted to pry into it, but seeing as she wouldn’t budge you decided against it. Opting to just take a shower, get ready for bed, and go to sleep. Though you couldn’t help but worry as she seemed really shaken up.
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Once she was sure you were asleep, she climbed up the stairs to check on you. She sighed, relieved that you were okay. She slumped herself against the corridor wall, sliding down till she ended up sitting with her knees bent in front of her.
What had happened?
She was just doing what she usually did while she would wait for you. Cleaning, tidying up, and doing her self care before you got back. When suddenly she heard the voices too.
At first, she didn’t believe it, thinking that maybe all this talk about the supernatural and dead friends was getting to her head.
And she did end up believing it was all in her head and was just hearing things from the anxiety.
At least, for a bit.
She had heard a loud screech, an inhuman one. It shook her down to her bones with how intense it is.
Then there was a thud, but it wasn’t just a small thud from something she knew she left almost hanging of the counter, it was a loud THUD.
Like a body falling to its death.
“Hello?” She called, turning her head to where she heard the sound.
No response.
“Anybody there?” She called again, setting the lathered up dish to the side and dried her hands to investigate the racket.
She tiptoed, thinking maybe someone broke in. So just in case, she grabbed a bat she had laying around in case of this kind of situation.
But as she swung around the corner, she was horrified.
It was you.
But it wasn’t you at the same time.
You hung there, kind of just dangling. A rope tied tightly around your neck, making said spot purple due to the lack of oxygen, she assumed.
The sight alone horrified her, making her drop the bat she was holding so tightly.
She didn’t even notice she wasn’t blinking until she did, and the image in front of her was gone.
She backed away, slowly, eyes stuck on the exact spot—as if it might reappear if she didn’t. She grabbed the home phone, quickly dialing Kou’s phone number, which she had memorized knowing he’d know where to find you or he’d be with you if you weren’t home yet.
Once he picked up the phone, she began mumbling out stuff.
“Where is (Y/N)?”
“Is she okay?”
“She’s not in trouble is she?”
“Is she with you?”
“IS SHE OKAY?”
Her voice practically echoed in Kou’s ears, as he tried to make sense of what she was saying, and reassure her that you were still at school, probably talking to that ghost you called “Mitsuba”.
She asked him frantically if he could go get you, that’s its too late for you to be out, insisting you’d be safer at home.
Which was unusual to Kou too.
“Yeah, hang on.” Was all he said so he could try to register why she was panicking like that, before hanging up and heading out the door.
Were you in danger? He thought. But if you were he knew you were more than capable of protecting yourself. Still, your aunt’s frantic panic from earlier worried him.
He was relieved to see you, safe, with Mitsuba.
He was going to call you over, tell you it was time to head home cause your aunt was worrying so much, but he waited. He wanted for your guys’s moment to last a little longer.
So when you hugged Mitsuba after he said he finally remembered you, he thought then was a good time.
“I’m not interrupting anything am I?” he asked.
He didn’t miss the way Mitsuba glared at him, and he chuckled lightheartedly at it. He watched as you wiped your tears, your laugh coming out a bit choked, but he knew it was a happy one.
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Back home, your aunt was pacing around in the corridor.
You hadn’t gotten home yet,
Kou kept only reading her messages and not telling her if you were okay or not,
You weren’t answering your phone,
She was panicking.
Quickly she texted Kou to hurry over with you, and continued to anxiously pace the halls. She looked back at where she saw it, saw you. And shakily exhaled in relief when she didn’t see it again.
Finally, she thought as she heard the door crack open.
“Oh good, I was starting to get worried.” She laughed, hurriedly going to lock the door.
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And that brought you to the moment at hand.
She kept glancing at your sleeping figure every few minutes, as if you’d somehow be dead if she didn’t. You could feel it, someone watching you while you slumbered. But you shook it off, not really interested in it.
Eventually, exhaustion caught up with her. Both from the anxiety and nerves, and from having acted so frantic. She fell asleep right outside your door.
You yawned, feeling the warm sunlight leak into your room from the crack in the curtains. You got up, getting dressed, and went to the bathroom to quickly wash your face before deciding you looked well enough to head out.
The yelp you let out when you saw your aunt outside your door was loud enough to wake her up.
“Oh, okay good.” She sighed after seeing you were alright.
You raised an eyebrow.
“What’re you doing outside my door?” You asked, a little startled.
“Am I in trouble?” You asked again, to which she shook her head.
“No, no. Just. Personal reasons.” She sighed, standing up and dusting herself off.
“Alright,” you said after a moment of hesitation “are you sure you’re okay?”
“I’m fine,” she said, but after noticing the slight attitude she gave you she added “thanks for worrying, I appreciate it really. But I’m okay.”
You gave her a suspicious glance before mumbling a quiet ‘if you say so’ and heading downstairs.
“I didn’t make breakfast cause you know, but if you finish getting ready I should have something ready by then.” She suggested, already getting the items for it.
“No it’s okay, I’m good. You seem tired, you should rest.” You say, grabbing your shoes.
Slipping them on, you continued “Besides, I’m not really hungry anyways.”
“Oh okay, you sure?” She asked.
You nodded.
“I’m good, but thanks! Rest mom!” You shouted as you ran out the door.
“Don’t be out too late!” She warned, before she heard the door shut.
You walked out, bathing in the cool morning air, sighing—it felt peaceful. You looked over, and Kou shot you a smile from the end of the street, so you ran to catch up.
“You ready?” He asked, to which you nodded.
“Let’s go.” You confirmed.
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Arriving at school, you both decided to hang out at school, not really interested in the activities. You knew Teru might bite you guys in the ass about it, but you also knew he’d help you with the work.
You headed over, with really no direction. Just the sole intention of finding Mitsuba.
And after a while you did, greeting him with a smile. He only rolled his eyes, but you noticed the slight twitch in his lips. He smiled. Kou cleared his throat.
“Before you had that.. remembrance, I was going to say we should help Mitsuba figure out his unfinished business!” Kou exclaimed excitedly, making you laugh.
“Shut up you hella lame pervert with a traffic-safety earring,” Mitsuba scoffed “she had every right to react like that.”
“And I’m not saying she didn’t.” Kou sighed, “point is—“
“I don’t even know your name, and you’re going to supposedly help me?” Mitsuba laughed sarcastically.
“Oh that’s right.” Kou began, before pausing in realization “Wait haven’t you heard my name from (Y/N)?” He asked.
“Maybe but.. can’t remember.” Mitsuba lied shrugged, with an ‘innocent’ pout.
Kou’s eyebrow twitched, making you laugh.
“Well then,” Kou started, clearing his throat “my name is Kou Minamoto. The second son in an ancient and honorable exorcist family!”
Mitsuba clasped a hand over his mouth, struggling not to burst out in laughter “That has got to be the most stupidest thing I’ve heard, you’ve been watching too much anime, creepy.” scooting away to make it even more dramatic.
Kou pouted with a huff, and you leaned against the nearest wall, eyes glimmering with amusement as you watched.
“What does the self proclaimed ‘exorcist’ ,” Mitsuba snorted “with a hella-lame traffic-safety earring want with me?”
“It’s Kou!” Said boy corrected.
“So, the hella-lame pervert with a traffic-safety earring.” Mitsuba repeated with a cocky grin.
“Kou! It’s Kou!” He insisted, his patience running thin when he heard Mitsuba laugh at him “damn I’m seriously gonna erase you!”
Laughing, Mitsuba looked at you and put on an innocent face.
“Please don’t be violent?” He taunted, before bursting out into another fit of giggles.
Kou sighed, grabbing him and pinning him against the ground with his staff directly above him, making Mitsuba yelp.
“(Y/N) he’s gonna kill me! He’s gonna kill me!” He wailed, as if asking you for help.
“You have five seconds to tell me your unfinished business, or I’ll erase you! You hear me?!” Kou demanded, pressing him into the ground with his knee.
“I’m sorry, ‘m sorry!” Mitsuba dramatically cried, nodding frantically.
Kou got off of him, and Mitsuba sat up with a pout on his face.
“I already know your name is Mitsuba, but..” Kou paused, thinking of something to ask him “how old are you?”
No answer.
“Year in school?”
“He died in middle school, Kou.” You sighed, feeling sick as you remembered the nightmares.
“What’s your ‘unfinished business’?” Kou asked, turning to you miserably, as if asking “Can I?” when Mitsuba didn’t reply, but you just laughed and shook your head, with a smile that said “No it’s fine, it’s endearing after a bit.”
Growing frustrated, he grabbed Mitsuba with a glare, fistful of his scarf.
Mitsuba yelped.
“Stop, it’s a picture! It’s a photograph!” Mitsuba cried, struggling to escape Kou’s grip.
“A.. picture?” Kou asked, a bit confused as he let go of Mitsuba’s shirt.
“I.. I think.” Mitsuba mumbled.
His eyebrows furrowed as he glared up at Kou “You can’t just go asking me about my ‘unfinished business’. I honestly don’t have an answer at the top of my head.”
Then adding, “But before I died, there must’ve been a picture I wanted to take.. I think.”
“If you’re actually going to help me finish my ‘unfinished business’, then go get my camera. I’m pretty sure (Y/N) knows where to find it.” Mitsuba muttered, awkwardly shifting around.
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“He’s so annoying..” Kou sighed as you both were on your way to the photographer club’s classroom.
You laughed.
“I think it’s funny.”
“Yeah, when it’s not you.” Kou groaned in annoyance, earning another chuckle from you.
You entered the classroom, only to see it empty.
“I remember Mitsuba once tried to get me to join the photographer club.” You sighed, grabbing his camera from a counter that had Mitsuba’s name written under it, and then a date. His death date.
“Why didn’t you?” Kou asked.
You shrugged, already making your way out.
“Didn’t really interest me. But god are Mitsuba’s photo’s good. It feels like you’re actually there.” You explained with a smile.
“What do you mean?” Kou asked again, not really understanding what you meant.
“Oh, most of the pictures I’ve seen him take were of scenery.” You hummed, turning on the camera and opening it’s gallery.
“Look,” you said, showing Kou some of the pictures Mitsuba took.
Kou looked in awe, his eyes widened at all the beautiful scenic photos.
“It’s..” he mumbled.
“Beautiful? Yeah I know.” Mitsuba said with a grin, taking the camera from my hands.
“Shouldn’t we head outside then?” You suggested, to which both boy’s agreed.
CLICK.
Another picture Mitsuba had snapped, and another second you struggled not to burst out into giggles.
“Mitsuba,” Kou called, groaning when the ghost boy didn’t reply.
“Hey Mitsuba?” He repeated, struggling to keep himself balanced.
Mitsuba hummed, as if to say “what is it?”
“This hurts!” Kou cried out dramatically, making you press your hand harder over your mouth to make sure you didn’t laugh.
Mitsuba looked down, “you look good under my feet” he laughed with a cocky grin.
“Damn it you’re gonna regret this, I swear!” Kou shouted, trying to keep him and Mitsuba balanced.
You burst out laughing, no longer being able to contain the laughter spilling out of your soft lips.
A sound Mitsuba thought was melodic, and smiled at it. Kou glared at you, as if that would stop you from laughing at his torture, before sighing.
“I mean, this better be the picture you wanted to take.” Kou grumbled.
Mitsuba scoffed with a grin, turning his focus back to his camera.
“Uh-huh.. this is totally it.” He snickered, making you laugh along.
You, Kou, and Mitsuba had already taken a few photos. Some of kittens, which had unfortunately strangled didn’t like Kou. Of a beehive, somehow the bees didn’t like the idea of being photographed and attacked Kou. And of a rainbow, which ended up with Kou almost getting rid of Mitsuba on the spot.
“That’s got to be the fourth time you’ve said that.” Kou sighed, helping Mitsuba off his shoulders.
Mitsuba went over to go show you the pictures he took. He did end up taking a few of the birds in the nest before he and Kou startled them, but he also took a picture that made you cackle.
It was a photo of the view he had from Kou’s shoulders. Kou’s eyebrow’s were furrowed in frustration, trying to stay balanced and not fall or drop Mitsuba. His blonde hair was slightly ruffled from Mitsuba’s pant’s brushing against it.
It was very amusing to you, Kou groaned when he heard your laughing and snickering with Mitsuba.
“You two are so mean I swear.” Kou whined, letting his head fall forward against the nearby wall.
“Can’t we just rap this up already?” Kou complained, lifting his head slightly to look for your response.
Mitsuba gave you a look of ‘watch this’, and headed for Kou.
“Whaaat?” Mitsuba asked, dragging out the ‘a’ letter.
“But I thought you guys were gonna stick with me until I found the picture I wanted to take?” Mitsuba brought his sleeve-covered hand up to his mouth, to create a ‘innocent’ look.
“Or what? Is the ancient and dignified exorcist with the hella-lame traffic-safety earring,” Mitsuba snickered making Kou angrier “a promise breaking liar with a hella-lame traffic-safety—“
Within seconds, Kou had Mitsuba pinned to the ground again. “Don’t be so full of yourself!”
Mitsuba screamed, frantically writhing around to escape Kou’s grip once again.
“I’m disappearing! I’m gonna disappear!” Mitsuba wailed, making grabby hands for you to help.
But you were laughing your ass off, as this had been the umpteenth time this had happened.
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“So hey,” Kou mumbled, looking over Mitsuba’s shoulder to see what he was photographing “you’ve only been taking pictures of animals and scenery.”
“Yeah, thanks Mr. obvious.” You joked, making Mitsuba laugh with you whispering a quiet ‘good one.’
Kou glared at you both, but nonetheless continued on what he was saying.
“What about people?” He asked, looking over at a couple of kids playing at the school field “you don’t want to take pictures of people at club or practice or, anything?”
Mitsuba paused for a moment, taking his focus away from taking the photo. “Uh.. well.”
Mitsuba cleared his throat, and even you went quiet to listen.
“Pictures of people do have an easier time winning awards but..” he paused, but then moved his focus back to photographing.
“What about me?” Kou practically chirped.
“What about you?” Mitsuba repeated.
“Why don’t you take a picture of me?” Kou asked with a grin.
“Yeah..” Mitsuba gave him a weird look.
“I’ll pass.”
You burst into laughter for the nth time, falling down from the crouching position you were in.
“Why?!” Kou whined, clearly confused why Mitsuba wouldn’t take a photo of him.
“I’m pretty particular about the pictures I take,” Mitsuba said as a matter of factly “it’s my policy to only take pictures of things I like..”
“Or things that are important to me.” He mumbled, glancing over to you who was still trying to stop laughing.
“Oh?” You all heard, turning around to see who it was.
“Oh, hey Yokoo!” You greeted, barely being able to catch your breath from laughing so much.
“Hey (Y/N), Kou.” Yokoo hummed in reply, adding “What? Did Kou suddenly become a jokester too?”
He gestured to your frame that was still sitting down, only holding yourself up by your elbows.
“No..” you giggled, getting back up.
Yokoo shook his head fondly, smiling. “What’re you guys doing out here?”
“Uh.. we were—“ Kou stuttered.
“Having a photo shoot! Yeah.” You blurted out.
Yokoo raised an eyebrow, chuckling at your odd behavior. “Never a dull moment with you two, huh?”
He looked down at Kou’s hands, narrowing his eyes down at it. With a hum, his eyes stared intensely at it.
“That camera..” he mumbled, “wasn’t that Mitsuba’s?”
“You..” Kou paused. “..know him?”
“We were in the same class in first year..” Yokoo explained “but.. he died. In an accident or something.”
You shuddered, turning your head the other way, as if that would help drown out what he was saying.
“Sometime last winter..”
“What?” Kou mumbled in disbelief.
“I was never really close to him, but you were in that class too, weren’t you Kou?” Yokoo asked, turning over to look at Kou, but he was looking at Mitsuba, who Yokoo couldn’t see.
“Sorry for talking about that.” Yokoo apologized after seeing you wince. “I know you were close.”
“WHAT? I WAS?” He panicked, feeling a bit bad.
Mitsuba gave Kou a side glance, but it looked kind of like ‘see your friend remembers me, even though I literally sat in front of YOU that whole year’.
“Sure were!” Yokoo confirmed, continuing to ramble on “Well I guess it’s hard to remember now, since we’re all in different classes.”
Yokoo noticed Kou wasn’t exactly paying attention and turned to look at where he assumed he was watching.
“Hey.. What’re you looking at?” He asked.
“Oh, probably another ‘supernatural’ again, you know Kou’s a little..” you spun your finger in circles on the side of your head, ‘crazy’.
Yokoo laughed, making Kou glare at you both before looking back at Mitsuba.
“Mitsuba.. that Mitsuba?”
“Yeah, I—“ Yokoo was about to speak again when his teammates called him back over “guess that’s my cue to leave. See you two later!”
“Mitsu—“ Kou stuttered out, but Mitsuba interrupted him.
“I tried talking to..” his voice cracked “every person I ever thought was my friend..”
He laughed lightheartedly, “Well except for you know, the one I didn’t remember.”
You smiled a bit, but your expression dropped when you saw Mitsuba’s face.
“But none of them knew it was me.” He mumbled, a little too sadly. “Only I remembered.”
“Ah.” You gasped when you felt a cold drop of water fall onto your skin.
You extended the palm of your hand out, as if to catch the water droplets. Kou had gone silent.
“…It’s starting to rain,” Mitsuba spoke after a few more moments of silence.
“We can see that.” You answered sarcastically, making Mitsuba playfully roll his eyes at you.
“Yeah I know that.” He retorted, then adding “we should probably go inside.”
So you all made your way up the stairs to the nearest entrance. The walk was silent once again, until Mitsuba broke it.
“I..” Mitsuba cleared his throat to speak more coherently “..was bullied when I was in elementary school.”
He turned to look at you “That’s kind of how I met (Y/N), she was the first to actually step up for me.”
You shot him a warm smile, as you continued up the steps.
“They would say it’s because like I ‘look like a girl’ and cause I’m ‘cocky’. Stupid reasons like that.” He explained.
“Oh yeah..” Kou unintentionally agreed.
Mitsuba turned around and shot him a glare “Could you not agree, please?”
“Sorry.” Kou stuttered.
“Anyways,” Mitsuba continued “that’s why I wanted to make things work out in junior high. I’d take the hint,” he used hand gestures with his sleeve to express himself better “I’d be nice so no one would call me cocky. I’d be friendly,” he paused before laughing lightheartedly “but not pushy with everyone.”
“And this where is where it got me.” He sighed “A boring guy who just barely stands out from the background.”
“(Y/N) tried to tell me that if they couldn’t accept me for who I was, and only did as a background character. Then it wasn’t worth it. But..” Mitsuba paused.
“He didn’t listen to me. Everything went through one ear, and straight out through the other.” You explained with a disappointed sigh.
“Nobody bullied me,” Mitsuba continued on “but I couldn’t make any more friends than (Y/N) either.”
Kou went silent, actually he had been silent since the whole time Mitsuba had been rambling. He finally perked up.
“He’s cocky.” Kou stated, pointing an accusing finger at Mitsuba.
Mitsuba hummed in confusion, swiftly turning around to look at Kou.
“Looks like a girl” Kou added, pointing out another finger as if to count.
“Sarcastic,”
“Selfish,”
“Has an annoying voice,”
“Obsessed with his camera,”
“Goes ‘emo’ sometimes,”
“And is only fake nice.” Kou finished, by then he had about nine fingers laid out.
“What’s your deal?!” Mitsuba shouted defensively.
“If anybody asks me ‘What kind of guy was Mitsuba Sousuke?’ that’s what I’m gonna tell them.” Kou explained.
“What?” Mitsuba mumbled with a confused expression.
“I’m sorry..” Kou apologized, looking directly at Mitsuba “I didn’t realize it was you.”
“I just didn’t recognize you, because you were so different from we met in first year.” Kou explained. “And, you know..”
“I agree with what (Y/N) had told you, I don’t think you had to force anything. You just had to be yourself.” Kou lightly chuckled, looking over at you who smirked at Mitsuba with a look in your eyes that said ‘I told you so’.
Mitsuba laughed softly, shaking his head.
“I do think you’ve got a warped personality.” Kou added, before speaking again “but I don’t hate it.”
“..A lot of good that does me now.” Mitsuba muttered.
“Yeah.” Kou hummed in agreement.
The rain had somehow magically stopped, and the sky was clear again. Mitsuba stopped at a sort of small balcony in the middle of the stairs to take a picture of some birds that looked to be doves passing by.
“Kou, (Y/N).” Mitsuba called, stopping his photo-taking for a moment.
Kou hummed in response, to tell Mitsuba to continue talking. And you just mumbled a “Yeah?”
“If I were still alive,” Mitsuba began “do you think the three of us could have been friends?”
“Are we not your friends?” You asked heading over to wear Kou was walking to, not really knowing where else to go.
“Yeah, can’t we still be friends even if you’re dead?” Kou asked with a pout. He sighed.
You looked at Kou, and he did the same. Over time whenever you made eye contact you found yourself laughing, and that what happened.
Mitsuba smiled, feeling his cold heart warm for the first time since he died.
CLICK!
You and Kou stopped your giggling for a moment, a bit shocked by the flash from the camera’s lens.
You raised an eyebrow as if to say ‘what was that?’ but still smiled, “Oh?”
Kou smiled, turning around to look at Mitsuba “What’d you take a picture of?” he asked.
“The sky?” He thought.
“Who knows?” Mitsuba chuckled “Maybe somethings important to me?”
The grin you had made Mitsuba’s smile even wider, and but Kou was still confused.
“Huh?”
“It doesn’t matter, let’s just go!” Mitsuba laughed, already pushing Kou towards the door leading back into the school.
You shook your head with a smile, walking beside Mitsuba.
“You guys can help me develop them tomorrow!” He suggested.
“And then..” he mumbled, looking at you and then back at Kou “..then I think I’ll be okay.”
“…You think so?” Kou asked.
“Yeah.” Mitsuba agreed.
“Then we can pick this back up tomorrow?” You asked hopefully.
“I’ll be waiting at the school’s entrance.” Mitsuba hummed with a nod.
“Miitsubaa..” you heard a voice chirp from behind you, dragging the ‘i’ and ‘a’.
It didn’t sound cheerful, in fact. It frightened you. You’d never felt so afraid to hear a spirit’s voice, it sent shivered down your spine. You shuddered. All three of you froze in place, but the look on Mitsuba’s face said it all.
You should be scared.
“It bothers me when you do these things,” the voice continued “without my permission, too.”
You hesitated, but turned to look behind you.
The boy had almost the same appearance as Hanako, except he had a more traditional uniform on, and a different seal on his cheek. A black one with the same red letters. His orbs were different too, they gave you a eerie feeling when you looked over at them. But besides that, he had the same choppy hair, and the same amber eyes. They looked ambitious, but not the type of ambition that’s curious and innocent.
No, the ambition in HIS eyes terrified you.
By then, Kou and Mitsuba had turned around too. And Mitsuba, he looked petrified. You all stood there like a deer in headlights, not knowing what to do.
“It’s rude.”
Kou narrowed his eyes down at the guy, and you knew he was thinking the same thing as you.
“Hanako?” you both mentally thought.
But unfortunately for all three of you, it wasn’t.
“Trying to move on.. without telling me too.” He continued to muse, walking closer to Mitsuba, who tried to back away.
“That’s not nice.” The boy said, finally stepping in front of Mitsuba “We can’t be having that.”
And with that, he shoved his hand straight through Mitsuba’s chest. He let out a choked cry, and there was a squelching noise—the same sound you heard in that dream—you shook your head in disbelief, backing away from the view.
The guy then tore his hand back out, holding what looked to be a dim light. Mitsuba’s soul.
“Wh—“ Kou choked.
“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?” Kou shouted angrily, attempting to attack the ghost from behind.
But the spirit didn’t do anything to to stop him. Instead, he grabbed Kou by his head, and slammed it straight into the wall. Kou winced as he slid down the wall, holding his head in his hand as if that would soothe the pain.
“Remember Mitsuba?” The ghost hummed, walking back over to said boy. “You asked me to grant you your wish!”
The ghost chuckled as it finally stopped right in-front of Mitsuba, “You said, ‘I want to stay in everyone’s memories.’”
He bent over, harshly pulling his head up by his silky pink hair “You just have two people and your happy with that?” The boy asked, his frown turning into a terrifying grin “No you’re not.”
“Are you, Mitsuba?”
“YOU BASTARD.” You practically shrieked, gritting your teeth as hard as you could to prevent yourself from sobbing.
“YOU FUCKING BASTARD!” You screamed, lunging at the spirit.
But just like with Kou, he was unfazed. His face void of any sympathy. His orbs swarmed around him, the force shoving you back, and you hit the wall with a loud cry that made Mitsuba’s heart ache. With a swift motion, his arm was behind Mitsuba’s back, he couldn’t move at all.
“I’m a supernatural.” The spirit hummed “For the right price, I will grant the wish of whoever summons me.”
“Amane grants the wishes of the living on the near-shore,” he explained “and I grant the wishes of the dead on the far-shore.”
“Mitsuba made a wish, and I answered.” He stated, looking at you who struggled to get up.
“And now I’m going to make his wish come true,” he said with such a smile that if you hadn’t known any better, would’ve seemed so innocent “and I’m going to do it my way.”
click.
There was a small snap-sound when the ghost flicked on some switch to a radio. Wait, a radio? What was going on(?), you thought.
“Okay Mitsuba,” the boy chirped “it’s time to grant your wish!”
“Sakura!” The ghost called in the direction of the speakers. “We’re all ready!”
There was a bit of static, before a monotonous voice spoke up.
It was a girl’s, you didn’t know who’s though, cause the voice wasn’t familiar to you.
“Have you heard this rumor?” The girl the ghost had called ‘Sakura’ asked.
“The bent-neck boy at the school entrance.”
Suddenly, Mitsuba’s eyes shot open, and there was an unsettling crack as his head snapped backwards.
“They say a ghost with a broken neck,” the girl continued “appears at the entrance of the middle school division.”
“He is a very lonely ghost.”
“So he might talk to you too. He’ll say ‘Hey..”
“Did you forget about me?” A voice that didn’t sound like Mitsuba’s asked, still the words pushed past his lips in a croak.
The voice sounded distorted, unpleasant.
“Mitsuba..” Kou whimpered, holding on tightly to his head.
“If you can’t tell him his name,” she started to explained “then.” She paused.
“He’ll break your neck to make you look like him.”
Then there were more voices. Other voices. They echoed. Bouncing on the walls and flooding into your ears.
“Did you hear? A friend of a friend told me..”
“Ew that’s disgusting!”
“Was it the middle school entrance?”
“Your neck!”
“He’ll break your neck?”
“That’s scaary”
“No,” Mitsuba whimpered, holding on tightly to his head out of frustration “no, no, no..”
“DISGUSTING.”
“LONELY GHOST.”
“BREAKS YOUR NECK?!”
“LOOK LIKE HIM?”
“SCARY.”
Mitsuba cried as he thrashed around violently.
“(Y/N)..” he wailed “Kou.”
The teary look in his eyes, the crack in his voice, the petrified look on his face.
It all made your blood boil.
How could anyone do that, to anyone really?
“There.” The ghost hummed in satisfaction.
“Now,” he smiled “no one will ever forget you.”
The way his lips twitched up into a smile, was twisted. It made your stomach churn and you felt the bile rising up from your stomach.
Mitsuba began to rise, but the the person—no. It wasn’t even a person. The thing that rose wasn’t Mitsuba. It was a large blob of this black liquid that felt like acid to your eyes the more you looked at it. It was covered head to toe in eyes, where his chest was—where his heart should’ve been was torn open. A rib cage was visible from that opening, and it was covered in bandages. It was made of many more parts, parts your couldn’t identify. Parts you didn’t want to identify.
The only part you could identify, was Mitsuba’s head slightly peeking out from the top of the monster.
His eyes were shut, and he looked almost lifeless as the only part of him you could see was limp.
“The school’s seven mysteries..” the ghost sighed walking towards where Kou was and where you were still trying to stay conscious. “Say they maintain correct relationships between humans and supernaturals.”
“But who needs that?” The ghost beamed, but his smile just made you shudder “Humans and supernaturals should just be however they want.”
“If that’s enough to break the world..” he trailed off.
“Then it’s better off broken.”
“Don’t you agree?” He asked with a hum.
You swore you saw red when you saw him touch Mitsuba, holding him like it was the most innocent thing in the world.
Holding his head in his hands as if he didn’t just grant his wish in a way he never wanted.
You felt your entire body shake with rage the more you looked at it. You stood up on legs you swore were made of jelly by the way the wobbled and threatened to give out on you.
“You’re..” you coughed violently “you’re one to talk!”
The ghost gave you a confused hum, an amused hum. A hum that scared you, but you continued on.
“All he wanted was someone to call he friend! Someone to tolerate his cocky personality and like him for who he was!” You say through choked out sobs.
“HE DIDN’T WANT EVERYONE TO FEAR HIM!”
Your shouting rattled Kou down to his bones with the way it scared him. It didn’t even sound like a shout, a yell, or even a scream.
No, it was a screech.
Hot tears threatened to spill from your tired (E/C) eyes, trembling with anger.
“Humans and super natural should just be however they want?” You scoffed “YOU DIDN’T EVEN LET HIM BE HOWEVER HE WANTED.”
“He was happy with what he had! Even if it was for a moment!” You cried, violently wiping the tears that began to spill out of your eyes and down your cheeks.
“You fucking asshole..” you whimpered.
“YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE HOW COULD YOU?!” You shrieked, throwing yourself at him, only for him to shove you right back with the force of his orbs.
And that, was when you blacked out.
Just in time, and luckily for Kou, Hanako had arrived.
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There was silence when you blacked out, but then there were tons of laughter.
“Oh no.. poor sweet (Y/N)..” a voice whispered.
“It’s only just begun.”
“You’re not quite done yet.”
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You shot up with a gasp, looking around frantically. Sighing when you saw it was just Hanako and Yashiro in the room.
“Ah..” Hanako mumbled. “You’re awake.”
“Are you okay?” Yashiro asked worriedly, pressing an ice pack against your head.
You winced at the ice cold feel, and Yashiro squeaked out a small ‘m sorry’.
You didn’t say anything though. You couldn’t, you didn’t know what to say.
Losing Mitsuba again was like losing the missing puzzle piece you’d been looking for and just when you think you’ve found it, you lost it again.
Tears began to well in your eyes and before you knew it, you were sobbing.
“I’m sorry Mitsuba, ‘m so sorry..” you cried.
Yashiro gave Hanako a pained look and he only responded with a sad smile.
“It wasn’t your fault kid.” Hanako sighed, sitting beside you.
“Yeah, it’ll be okay!” Yashiro tried assure me.
“No, no, no there should’ve been something I could’ve done! God— I-“ you wailed, wiping the tears harshly as they fell from your sunken eyes.
“No, (Y/N).” Hanako sighed “There’s nothing you could have done.”
“Once someone dies, that’s just the end.”
He sighed again when he saw you sob at the mention of death, knowing your friend died a second time just moments before.
“It’s over,” he continued. “You can become spirits and wander the near shore but that’s just it.”
“There’s no where else to go after that.” He whispered.
“We have no future.”
“No, no there must’ve been something I could’ve done!” You whimpered, but the more you cried, the more your head began to hurt.
Yashiro noticed this and sat on the other side of you, rubbing your back comfortingly as if it would help.
“Destruction was the only salvation for him, it’s better this way—trust me.” Hanako whispered after a few more moments of sitting in silence, the only sounds to fill the void were the sounds of your sobbing and hiccups.
“No there had to be some other way!” You screamed, Yashiro winced at how pained your voice sounded “It can’t end this way. I just had him. He was just here!”
“(Y/N)—“ Hanako tried to speak.
“BULL SHIT.” You shouted, slamming your fisted hands down hard onto your legs.
“BULL SHIT, BULL SHIT! ITS ALL A LOAD OF FUCKING CRAP!” You kept slamming your fists down onto your thighs repeatedly out of frustration, so much that Yashiro had to grab your hands and forcefully keep them from harming yourself any more than you already were.
“(Y/N),” Hanako whispered, making you turn to look at him through angry tears “there’s nothing you could’ve ever done to help him.”
“There’s no saving the dead.”
You broke out into hysterical sobs, shaking your head ‘no’ in disbelief.
There had to be some other way, there had to be some way to save him.
“Don’t leave me yet Mitsuba..” you cried, as if he would be able to somehow hear you from where he was.
“It’s too soon.”
(A/N) : I’m not feeling well right now, mostly mentally cause of some issue. So I thought of putting all that into here. Hope you liked it.
“Nostalgia.”
In attempt to jog his memory, you take him to all his old favorite spots, indulging him to take photos of the mesmerizing scenes. He feels something about you, but still can’t quite remember you. He feels attracted to you, but doesn’t understand why as he claims not to know you. After a while, you gave up, but it was then that he thought of trying to comfort you. But the second his fingertips brushed the warmth of your arm, it all came flooding back.
Warnings: a bit angsty, some ooc parts, cursing (if you squint really hard), mentions of bullying, flashbacks of memories you had with Mitsuba, etc,.
(A/N) : hope you enjoy!
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“(Y/N).” A voice called.
“(Y/NN).” It echoed.
You didn’t recognize this voice.
“It’s almost time (Y/N).”
You heard a horrible squelching noise, followed by a scream. But it wasn’t just any scream.
It was your scream.
Images of Mitsuba getting killed all over again flashed in your mind.
“No, no.” You cried in a hushed tone.
“Wake up.”
You shot up from your bed, panting softly and trembling. You ran a shaky hand through your (H/C) locks, biting your lip to stop yourself from sobbing.
You checked the time.
4:27 a.m.
Sighing, you laid back onto your bed. You draped your arm over your eyes, still trying to calm yourself down.
“You’re okay.” You assured yourself.
“It was just a nightmare.”
“He’ll be okay.”
“Nothing bad’s gonna happen to him.”
“It wasn’t real.”
You kept mumbling, reassuring yourself that he was okay.
“(Y/N), you okay in there?” Your aunt called from the other room.
Had you woken her up?
“Yeah! Just gonna go grab some water.” You croaked loud enough for her to hear.
“Okay.” She replied.
Sighing, you got up from your bed, quietly going down the stairs.
You grabbed a glass, filling it with water.
“What if he’s not okay.”
“Is something bad going to happen to him?”
“He’s not gonna disappear again right?”
“Why doesn’t he remember me?”
Your mind was plagued with thoughts, and it wasn’t until you felt the cold water spill down your hand and wrist that you realized. You took a few sips of water before heading back upstairs. You sat the glass on your nightstand, getting back under the covers and going back to sleep.
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You were woken up by another phone call from Kou, followed by shout from your aunt.
"(Y/N), hurry your friend is here!"
You groaned, pressing "decline" on your screen.
"I’Il be down in a minute." You hollered back, going to your closet to get dressed.
You grumbled, slipping on your clothes. You quickly brushed out your hair and splashed your face with cold water to wake you up really quick.
Giving yourself one last look in the mirror, you nodded—somewhat satisfied that you didn't look like a total mess—before rushing downstairs.
Kou was on the couch, just kind of sitting there.
"Hey I'm almost done, let me just slip on my shoes and we can head out." You say, hurrying over to the door to grab your shoes and slip them on.
"You're not gonna eat anything?" Kou asked, standing up.
"Nah I'll be fine." you answer "besides we can't be late.”
Kou narrowed his eyes at you, before sighing.
"C'mon, if you hurry I can probably whip something up for you really quick." He says heading for the door.
“Really? Kou’s famous cooking? I’d love to.” You joked.
“Hurry, or you won’t be able to eat ‘Kou’s famous cooking’.” He quoted you.
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After Kou made you some breakfast which was undeniably delicious, and you got to school—Kou had ran off to go get something because he forgot it, but you already knew he was going to go look for Mitsuba.
You sat monotonously in your seat for your first class of the day, only half-heartedly listening to the lecture the teacher was giving.
Ring, ring, ring.
Students flooded out from the classroom, hurriedly to get to their next class. You, however, seemed to be in no rush. To be honest, you were stalling. Why wouldn’t you be? You were going to see your dead friend and try to make help him remember you.
You were nervous, and had every right to be. It wasn’t until you realized Kou was dragging you out somewhere that you snapped back into reality.
“Wait, wait, wait! Are you sure this is a good idea?” You asked frantically, already unsure if you even should try or not.
“Relax, (Y/N). It’ll be fine. I’ll be watching you two from a distance so if anything goes wrong, I’ll swoop in and help you out okay?” He assured, pulling you by the arm towards Mitsuba.
“Okay.” You agreed hesitantly, still nervous.
Seeing as through you were nervous, and obviously a bit uncomfortable, he said;
“If you don’t want to, we can just step back a bit and not. I’m not gonna force you into anything.”
You looked at him, then at a distracted Mitsuba in the distance.
You had to do this. This wasn’t a “I’ll do it later” kind of thing.
You needed to do this.
“It’s fine, I want to do this.” You confirmed.
He gave you a brief nod before going back to leading you him. Kou finally came to a stop, pushing you forward a bit so now you were face to face with the pink-haired ghost.
“Um.. hey?” You greeted awkwardly, shifting around uncomfortably.
“Hey.” Mitsuba replied, eying you.
“I’m gonna head to class, I’ll ask for your work so you can do it later. See you!” Kou hurriedly said, shooting Mitsuba a quick look that said ‘don’t you dare do anything stupid’ and ran off.
“So..” you say, clearing your throat after a few moments of silence.
“So?” He repeated, crossing his arms.
You felt like crying again, he looked the same from before.
Before he had died.
“Uh.. here I think I know where to start.” You say, reaching to grab his sleeve.
“Woah start where you pervert!” Mitsuba yelped, pulling his arm back.
Your lips quirked up in a smile, you missed this. Missed him.
“Aren’t you the pervert for thinking I’m going to do something to you?” You retorted with a smirk, leaving Mitsuba speechless.
“Hey! You’re just as much of a pervert if you already know what I’m thinking! You think you can take advantage of me just cause I’m a cute little ghost—?” He babbled, a bit flustered.
“Get it all out of your system yet?” You asked, crossing your arms.
He thought of something to say, he even opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. You smiled.
“Good, let’s go.” You hummed, grabbing his sleeve and dragging him away.
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“C’mon Mitsuba! I got you something I think you might like!” You giggled, dragging Mitsuba with you.
“H-Hey! What’re you gonna do with me! Don’t think of trying to take advantage of me! I know I’m cute but still!” He practically wailed as he struggled to keep up with you.
You smiled, over time you found his attitude and remarks quite endearing.
“Okay close your eyes.” You instructed.
“What? I’m not gonna close my eyes. You’re probably just waiting for me to close my eyes so you can have your way wit—“
“Mitsuba.” You urged. “Please?”
He pouted, muttering something along the lines of “you’re lucky I love like you”.
Reluctantly, he closed his eyes.
You waved your hand in front of his face once, then twice. Once you confirmed he wasn’t peeking, you smiled and rushed over to your backpack to grab him something, a gift.
“Okay, now open them!” You giggled.
He peeled one open, and then the other. His eyes gleaming with joy when he saw what was in your hands.
A handmade scrapbook.
Sure, it was a bit messy. The letters were slightly crooked, stickers scattered and plastered on the front cover, bits of dry glue were sticking out. But to him it was perfect.
He stayed silent for a moment or two, just staring down at it once he took it from your hands.
“If you don’t like it just say so.” Your voice broke him out of his trance.
He smiled, but it wasn’t one of his cocky smiles.
It was genuine.
He shook his head, and huffed.
“It looks terrible!” Quickly adding “But I’m gonna keep it anyways so don’t ask for it back!” when he saw you reaching to take it back.
You smirked, “Just admit it, you love it.”
“What?! Of course not! It’s just not worth throwing out.” He insisted.
“So you love it.” You playfully teased with a smile.
“N-No!” He stuttered with a flushed face.
But his smile from before was enough to tell you, that he liked it.
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You and Mitsuba were currently sitting near the stair case that led to rooftop.
“I gave this to you for your birthday before you..” You stopped yourself, instead opening the scrapbook that was very worn down.
You had managed to snag it from his house when they allowed you in.
Inside, were various pages of him and you together.
At the beach, sleepover’s, first and last day’s of school, of mesmerizing scenery you both took on your adventures together.
“Did you photoshop this? Are you that creepy?” He mumbled.
He felt something, like a pang in his cold lifeless heart, telling him that yes, he knew you.
But he didn’t remember you.
You ignored him, pointing at a picture of the school garden.
“You took this when I went out with you so you could take pictures to enter in some competition.”
He stared at them, then looked up at you. Maybe now he remembers who I am, you hoped.
But to your dismay, he gave you a confused look.
“Nope, nothing. I still don’t know who you are.”
You sighed.
“Let’s try something else then..”
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“Hey Mitsuba?” You called.
“Yeah?” He hummed, he had been recently working on a new photograph for a project.
“You busy?” You asked, pulling up a chair and sitting by him.
“What? Can’t you see?” He asked sarcastically, before noticing the slight drop in your expression.
“Sorry.” He sighed “But yeah, I am.”
“With what?” You asked, placing your chin on his shoulder so you could better see what he was working on.
Shocked, and a bit embarrassed, he hid his laptop’s screen from you.
“None of your business!” He exclaimed with a flustered face.
You smirked.
“I bet you’re editing something perverted, aren’t you?” You teased, playfully poking his side.
His face flushed more, as he went on a ramble; “You think me, the cutest and sweetest boy you’ve ever met, could be capable of doing something like that? You’re the pervert then! What are you thinking of?”
You shook your head with a smile.
“I’m just kidding ‘mitsu. Calm down.” You say with a chuckle.
He huffed, going back to work. He hadn’t noticed he stopped preventing you from seeing his previous project, and what you saw made your face flush.
It was a picture he had taken of you two, you both were smiling, at an old sleepover of yours. You distinctly remember that night, so vividly.
As the last night you slept over.
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Mitsuba looked at the picture in his hands, his cold ghostly touch contrasted against the warm feel the picture gave him.
“Huh.” He hummed, narrowing his eyes down at the picture.
You wait hopefully, for any sign that he remembered you, but when he just looked up at you confused, you sighed.
“Still don’t remember me?” You asked, thought it was pointless since you already knew the answer.
“Yeah.” He answered, his voice sounded a bit timid, honestly feeling a bit bad.
He knew what it felt like to be forgotten, so he kind of knew how you felt.
You sighed, letting your head fall forward hitting the wall. You stayed there, maybe for a second or less. Then suddenly, you perked up.
“Fifth time’s the charm right?”
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“Where are you taking me?” He asked, looking around as if trying to identify his surroundings.
He opened his mouth to say something, but you quickly interrupted him.
“Just, be patient.” You sighed, clearly tired as it was already starting to be sundown and you still had no luck.
You lifted up a branch, to show some secluded area.
“Are you gonna kill me?!” He yelped, trying to pull his sleeve back from you.
“Can’t kill what’s already dead.” You hummed, revealing a hidden staircase that also led to the rooftop.
“Then what are we doing here?” He asked.
You sighed.
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You had barely gotten out of your first class, exhaustedly dragging your feet to the nearest staircase. And that’s when you heard it.
A loud yelp, that you would’ve assumed was a girl’s if it weren’t for the slightest hint of masculinity in it. You rushed to see a pink haired boy, dressed in the elementary uniform. There were a group of kids, one of them was presumably holding what looked like to be the boy’s camera.
“Give that back!” He shouted, jumping up to attempt to reach for it, only to get shoved down.
Kind of frozen in shock, you didn’t know what to do. But you knew you couldn’t just turn around and leave him to their torture.
So you shouted what literally no logical person any normal person would.
“Hey!”
Really? Hey? What the hell was that gonna do?
They turned their focus onto you, a shocked look on what seemed to be the ‘leader’s’ face.
“What’d you say?” The guy scoffed, tossing the camera to one of his friends—making Mitsuba yelp again as he thought they’d drop it and it’d break.
Not wanting to back down, you stood your ground.
“Don’t you know what ‘hey’ means?” You asked sarcastically, glaring at them.
You were glad that you were at a far enough distance that they couldn’t see how your legs were trembling slightly in fear.
“You have some nerve—“ he started, but never got to finish.
“Like you’re one to talk. Picking on someone just cause! You must be really insecure of yourself to stoop that low.” You unintentionally retorted.
His ‘friends’ snorted, and he turned around to glare at them. He whipped back around to look at you, walking down the stairs. Slowly, or at least that’s what you assumed. Because it looked pretty intimidating to you. Like a snake staring down at it’s prey.
“I’m going to give you one last chance to turn your pretty face around, and act like you didn’t see anything.” He warned, and even though you were scared, you kept on a calm façade.
“And if I don’t?” That seemed like such a dangerous sentence, you gave a quick glance to the boy, as if trying to send him a message of some sort.
He gave you a look that told you it all if you didn’t, he didn’t need to use words.
“Fine.” You huffed, turning around to ‘leave’.
“That’s what I thought.” He scoffed, and just as he let his guard down and left to head back to the boy, you slammed your shoulder hard into his, unintentionally of course, but it made him stumble.
You quickly ran up a few steps, helping the boy up.
“Give me that.” You demanded, snatching it from one of his friends who was clearly stunned.
“Why you little—“ and you knew you had no more time to think, you grabbed the boy’s hand and ran.
You ran as far away as you could until you knew you were safe. You both ended up in the room for the photography club, panting heavily from the running.
“Are you,” you coughed “you good?”
“Yeah..” he managed to choke out as he desperately tried to catch his breath.
After a few moments, and when you finally caught your breath, you realized you were still holding his camera. You cleared your throat.
“I uh.. I think this belongs to you.” You say, handing the camera to him.
He smiled warmly at you, taking it from you. He looked down at it, before mumbling something inaudible to your ears.
“Huh?” You asked.
“My name, it’s Mitsuba.” He explained.
You smiled back, “Nice to meet you Mitsuba.”
“I’m (Y/N).”
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The place you took him to, was the the place you first met him. You smiled, though it looked even more hopeless the more he looked at it. He gave you a puzzled look.
“You sure you’re not trying to have your way with me cause I’m such a cute ghost boy.” He asked, a little too seriously—flashing you his cocky grin.
Your smile faded, and you sighed, flopping down on the grass below you. You rested your head on your knees.
“You know what, I give up. I give up that’s it. It’s pointless anyway.” You whispered barely loud enough for Mitsuba to hear.
You couldn’t risk talking louder than that, you were scared your voice would crack. You laughed, but it didn’t sound too happy. Actually, it didn’t sound happy at all. It sounded pained, and it felt like someone stabbed Mitsuba right through the heart when he heard it.
“Hey,” he whispered, kneeling down with you.
“It’s okay.” He tried to assure, though he was looking around uncomfortably, unsure of what to say to comfort you.
“It’s not okay. How could this be okay?” You sobbed, finally breaking down.
You looked up at him, and when he saw that teary look in your (E/C) eyes, that’s when he broke.
He didn’t say anything else, only hugging you. Assuming that would be the only reasonable thing to do. But when he touched you, he suddenly tensed up. And a wave of emotions crashed over him, threatening to drown him.
He remembered you.
He smiled brightly, and you gave him a look of ‘what the hell?’ and ‘how could me crying make you happy?’.
He finally remembered you.
“(N/N)?” He called.
Your eyes widened in surprise, and without hesitation, you jumped in his arms.
“Oh my god! (Y/N) it’s you!” He practically squealed with how happy he was.
You sobbed into his shoulder, happy that he finally remembered you.
It took till 7:45 p.m. the whole school day, but god was it worth it. You hugged him tightly, and he patted your back awkwardly, but still welcomed your embrace.
“Hey! Just cause I’m cute doesn’t mean you can touch me however you want.” He joked, trying to get you to stop crying and maybe laugh a little.
And he succeeded, earning a wet chuckle from you.
“I’m not interrupting anything, am I?” Kou asked.
Mitsuba glared at him, as he thought his presence spoiled your guys’s moment.
You wiped your tears and laughed, it cracked a bit, but it was a happy one nonetheless.
“What’s up Kou?” You greeted, sitting up.
“Your aunt told me to come get you, I let her know where you were since she was worrying that you weren’t home yet. C’mon.” He says, smiling.
You looked back at Mitsuba, giving him one last hug.
A hug that Mitsuba swore made his heart flutter, though he’d never admit it to anyone of course. No matter if they were living or dead. Your hug felt warm, the first time he felt anything while he was dead, he was happy as you draped your arms around his neck—before letting him go and standing up.
“I’ll see you tomorrow?” You asked, wiping the last of your tears with a smile.
“Yeah.” He agreed with a smile of his own.
“Hate to break the moment here,” Kou said, “but your aunt just texted me if I found you yet.” showing you his phone screen.
“Shit we have to go then, bye ‘Mitsu!” You rushed, speeding out with Kou.
“Bye!” He shouted after you.
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BONUS!! sorta..
“You know you’ll have to be careful, right?” Mitsuba heard Sakura’s monotonous voice echo, making him jump slightly from the unannounced presence.
“Geez you scared the crap out of me!” He yelped, sighing in relief when he realized it was her and not him.
“Did you hear me?” Sakura repeated, to which Mitsuba only let out a confused ‘huh’.
“You know what’ll happen if Tsukasa catches wind of this.” Sakura warned, genuinely worried for the dead photographer.
His expression dropped, contorted into a petrified one. He’s always thought it was thunder that scared him the most, but clearly he hadn’t met Tsukasa.
“Yeah..” he mumbled, reasonably unenthusiastically.
“Then, since you know the possible consequences, be more cautious. He pops out of no where sometimes.” She said with a sigh, shaking her head.
“Okay.” Was all he managed to mumble.
He couldn’t risk anyone or anything hurting you.
Especially not Tsukasa Yugi.
(A/N) : WOOOO I finished. My hands are so tired but I can’t stop writing. I can’t help but think I’m rushing this story a bit, but then again it’s only the 3rd chapter so maybe not? I’m trying to make it as much of a slow burn romance so lmk if it feels like it’s going too fast even though act II is literally just trying to help him remember Kou and finding him all over again and you don’t actually get to be with him till like act V(five). I’m tired so I think I’m just gonna crash sleep for a bit before I have to go to some college program. Hope you enjoyed it!! If not tell me and I’ll try to fix it.
- TBHK
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