𝗰𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗻𝗲𝗱 ♕︎ 𝘀. 𝗴𝗲𝘁𝗼 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 ♕︎

01. DAYS

01. ONE OF THOSE DAYS

[WARNING: POSSIBLE TRIGGERS. MENTAL TRAUMA]

"LET'S SEE...so your son is possessed by a spirit. Is that it, Meiko-san?"

Your eyes slowly opened. You looked over from your place where you leaned against the wall, your eyes falling upon the young woman. Hands tucked into your pockets, you watched with a hazy gaze. 

"Yes, um," The man said nervously. 

"Don't be so nervous," Geto hummed, cheek pressed against his hand. "The spirit is very weak, you see."

"O-Oh..." The man muttered. 

You closed your eyes once more, a barely audible sigh passing your lips. You pushed off the wall, turning to walk away. This was typical Geto Suguru. When he wanted to act like a Buddhist, using his cursed technique to 'help the weak'-- what a load of bullshit. 

He was manipulating them. Using them to gain more and more cursed spirits he could use. He could act all high and mighty all he wanted because you knew exactly who he was behind closed doors. You were the only one who knew that. 

"Where do you think you're sneaking off too?"

Pausing in the hall, you looked over your shoulder. You could see the two people walking away, chatting about how 'they felt so much lighter now'. He quirked a thin brow, snapping you back to his question. 

"To get a smoke," You muttered, turning back around. 

"Why don't you come out with me, Sunshine?" He asked. You sighed. Turning around, you walked back to his side, both of you walking out together. 

"I really can't thank you enough!" The woman exclaimed, turning to face Geto once more. You peered at her through your lashes as you cupped your hand around the metal lighter. 

"Don't worry," Geto chuckled. "Really, I'm just glad to help. You can always count on me if something happens."

You looked over at him in the corner of your eye. He was leaning against a pillar, that stupid damn smile plastered on his face. His arms were crossed over his chest. You took a long drag of the cigarette before blowing the smoke into the air. 

"See!" The older woman tapped her son's arm as they walked away. "I told you, he's just like the Buddha himself!"

Oh, how many times have you heard that?

"Yes..." The younger replied.

"Buddha..." Geto echoed. "You got that right."

"You're becoming more and more full of yourself every day," You said, making him look over at you. "It's disgusting."

"You've been in such a bad mood lately," He said. "I don't think I like this bratty side of you. What's got you so worked up, my love?"

"Sorry," You sighed, one arm crossed over your chest as you rubbed the side of your head. "I'm just...tired, I suppose."

"Have you not been sleeping lately?" He asked. 

"That's not it," You muttered, replacing the cigarette between your lips. "Shouldn't you get back inside? You've got other people to help."

"Won't you come sit with me?" He asked, walking towards you. His arms wrapped around your waist. 

"No...I think I'm going to sit by the pond for a while."

And there it was. The tell-tale sign of what he was pondering over. He looked away and nodded. 

"I'll leave you be for now then," He said. "I'll come for you when I'm finished."

"M'kay,"

He did as he said he would, cutting three people short to search after you. You were sitting on the edge of the pond, your eyes glazed over as you stared into the pool of water. Your hand was dipped in the water, the koi fish brushing on the tips of your fingers before scurrying away. You didn't acknowledge him as he approached, nor when he sat down. 

This was one of the bad days. When you let yourself go, consumed by your own thoughts. Practically dead to the world, you'd sit alone, barely even conscious of your surroundings. You were so vulnerable when this happened. Geto hated it. 

"Love," He said softly, his fingertips grazing the top of your knee, alerting him of your presence. 

"Oh," You said, picking your gaze up from the water and turning it to him. "Hi, Sugar."

"Hello, beautiful," He smiled, moving his hand to your face. "Are you ready to come inside? It's getting late."

"Is it?" You asked, your voice so devoid of emotion, Geto held back a cringe. "I hadn't realized."

"Come on," He said, offering both of his hands to you. Slipping your palms into his, he pulled you onto your feet, lacing his fingers through yours as he led you through the yard. He pulled you into the mansion, holding your body close to him. 

"I'm not tired," You said as he opened the door to your bedroom. 

"Then we can just lay together," He said, slipping his robes off. "Would you like to watch a movie?"

You didn't respond. You were staring at the ground, back to not acknowledging him. He finished changing before he slid his arms around you. He pressed his lips to the side of your head, rubbing his hands over your back.

"Darling," He called gently. 

"It's quiet," You whispered, still looking at the floor. He slid an arm from your waist, reaching for the remote on the side table. He turned the TV on, leading you towards the bed.

"Here, sunshine," He said, handing you the tattered blue bunny plushie. You took it from his hands, tucking it under your chin as you sat on the bed, gaze trained to the wall. Your eyes became half-lidded, darkening to the point Geto no longer recognized them as your own. 

He sat on the bed, pulling the sheets back as he pulled you into his side. You shifted around, turning into his side as you laid your head on his chest. Turning your gaze to the TV, he settles for something animated; that's what you seemed to prefer anyhow.

It was easy to tell you'd changed since high school. You used to be so much worse. You'd stopped eating at one point, getting so bad that it ended with Geto forcefully making you eat, his hand loosely held on your throat to make sure you swallowed everything. There were some days when you would just lay in bed, from the time he'd leave to the time he'd return. Sometimes you'd just sit with that far away look in your eyes for hours, holding that damn plushie to your chest.

You'd stopped shedding tears a long time ago. When everything first happened, you were waking up screaming, sobbing, and calling out for your father, or for Aiko. There were times Geto had to knock you back out to calm your hysterics. Sometimes you'd get real jittery and run after him, clinging to him as if he were the only thing holding you together, and he believed that most times. 

Then there were other days that he saw the old you. The sixteen-year-old girl he met at the college. You'd smile, laughing at something that was said, chatting it up with some of the people who sought after him. You'd look at him with a gleaming gaze, your smile making his face warm and his stomach flutter as you'd call his name.

Sometimes, he couldn't believe those two things could happen to the same person. But it was evident to see with you. 

"Sugar," You muttered softly, making him look down at you. "Do you ever get tired of me?"

He frowned. "What's this coming from? Of course, I'd never get tired of you," He said, his fingers brushing through your hair.  "Hasn't me being with you for ten years proved that? I love you, Y/n. I'd never get tired of you, sunshine."

"Don't leave me, Sugar," You said, your gaze never leaving the television. "I don't think I'd survive."

"I'm not going anywhere, Sunshine," He chuckled, kissing the side of your head. "That much I can promise."

CHAPTER 01. END
DATE: 4 JUNE 2021
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