She was so familiar to him, as though she was a dream he had soon forgot and to her he was nothing at all but the person who made her glow and she wonders if she'll finally be able to say it- Unaware that it was fate tying them both together now; De...
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ʕ•ﻌ•ʔ AKEMI ʕ•ﻌ•ʔ
Just a day after their case on Christmas Eve Akemi's skin burned throughout the night. Her breath coming out in pants as her nose was clogged and made it hard for her to breath.
She hated it when she got sick. Every time she did, something awful would join in.
Akemi laid on her queen sized bed, human-sized windows on the side of her walls that opened to their balcony all draped and covered by dark blue and white curtains decorated and painted with lavender flowers. A huge room all to herself, Akemi felt vulnerable.
Especially when it is hard to keep her guard up with her mind fogged and body tired, Oliver could only do much by laying beside her to keep her company— one of it was to assure her she was still with the living while her guard, Kikyo isn't present at all due to her already being inside the walls of her house (ehem— mansion— ehem).
Akemi let out a whine when her eyes opened just slight to see two dark shadowy figures standing at the corner of her room. A sad presence around them,
Akemi realized that the more she accepted and used her abilities—not that she can turn it off— the more she felt attuned to the spiritual side. As if she was actually meant to be there, urging her to come home.
With a shaky breath, Akemi closed her eyes and pulled Oliver closer to her heat. His tensed body growling at the shadowy figures due to his heightened senses but not as heightened compared to Akemi, who is highly sensitive or Masako, who is a psychic.
'It seems those spirits have great enough energy for even Oliver to sense them...' Akemi thought before frowning, '-or perhaps they are using mine...'
As if to congratulate her, Akemi felt even more weak as the two presence moved to stand beside her bed. Akemi didn't look, but she did feel the familiar raise of her senses.
"Akemi..." In the back of her mind, Akemi heard her name being called. It broke her heart to hear those voices and shut her eyes tighter and willed— begged somewhere inside her mind to leave her alone. Pleaded her abilities to help her— to be on her side for once.
It was hard to differentiate any feeling when it comes to her abilities, especially when Akemi feels so weak but the sudden ability of being able to breath came so shaky from her mouth. Oliver's growl hardened and more aggressive as Akemi felt something touch her forehead.
A hand.
And soon she felt cool, her body relaxed and Oliver's aggressiveness blurred on her ears as Akemi's surroundings changed.
She was on a familiar road yet not completely familiar.
