Chapter Twelve: Reckless Youth

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Sugu steps toward the curse and summons two low level cursed spirits of his own. The spirits take the shape of a classic kechibi. One of the burning disembodied heads rushes at the television exploding upon impact. But the tendrils just continued whirling and whipping at everything in its path. I summon a giant emerald green snake shikigami to protect everyone from the ensuing attacks. A green scaly body wraps around us before breathing fire at the curse. The tv explodes into billowing flames, but the ensuing swirls continue to whip at us; preventing any of us from getting close to it. I study the way the tendrils are all guarding the VHS player and that's when it occurs to me; we have to destroy the VHS, that is the curse's weakness.

I pull Sugu behind my shikigami's body and quickly explain to him, It's the VHS tape. Aim for the VHS player and be sure to destroy it. I think that's its weakness since it's guarding that the most.

He glances back at the curse and notices how protective it is of the tape and VHS player. "You're right, good eye. But how am I going to get close to it?"

"Wait, what's this about destroying the tape? The rental shop owner is going to have my head!" Toru loudly protests. "He'll fucking ban me for sure this time!"

Sugu glares at our friend, "Does that actually matter right now?! It's your fault for thinking that getting a cursed tape is a great idea!"

"But...but..." he weakly attempts to protest before looking to me for help.

I shake my head and sign, Sugu is right, that tape needs to be destroyed. I'll rent movies for you, we just need to get rid of this curse.

He dramatically sighs, "Fine, let's get this over with."

"I just need to get close enough to the VHS player and completely destroy it."

Toru and I will take care of the tendrils and distract it. You sneak by our barrage of attacks to strike at its weak spot.

"Ok and Takara?" In the split second I look at him, he kisses me lightly. A chaste kiss to show his gratitude. "Thank you."

Toru and I jump in front of my shikigami and start sending out our own attacks. Flashes of color and flames shoot at the whirling tendrils; out of the corner my eye I watch as Sugu slowly creeps around the chaos nearing the tv. Just as he's within reach of the VHS player he rips it out of the tv and throws it to the ground; stomping on it till the VHS player and tape is broken to pieces. With a dying screech the chaos ends and Suguru is already absorbing the curse into a small black orb before devouring it.

Before any of us can even rejoice in our victory the classroom door slams open to reveal Yaga sensei looking panicked. "What the fuck was that!!? Why're you kids still here?! The school is closed!" There's a brief moment of silence as the teacher starts to take in the full scope of the destruction we had wreaked upon the classroom. "What happened?!"

"It was Gojo's idea." Shoko, Sugu and Chiko all answer in unison.

"Gojo!" He roars as he picks up the teenager off the ground by his head.

"Wait, sensei let's not be hasty! We just stopped a dangerous curse after all..." Satoru attempts to reason with his teacher.

"How many times do I have to explain this...if you find a cursed spirit out and about, report the damn thing! Handling this shit by yourself is a huge headache!! Now clean this damn mess!!" He drops Toru and turns back to the rest of us, "And would it kill you two to tell me when Gojo has a stupid idea? You even got the Kubo kids involved in this mess."

I sign to my brother as he translates my sign language to the tired sensei, "Lady Kubo is offering to pay for the damages since it was partially our fault for the destruction, how does twenty thousand yen sound?"

"T-twenty thousand?!" The hulking man sputters.

"Is that too low?" Chiko asks. 

"No, not at all! Come on, I'll take you kids home. And Gojo, this place better be clean when I come back!"

"Yeah, yeah whatever." The boy mutters to no one in particular.

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"Goddamn it Gojo! What did you do, strap the tape to a rocket?! Never in my years have I ever had a customer return a VHS in such condition! That's it, you're banned for life! I never wanna see your smug face around here again!" The shop owner shouts at me in front of the entire store. He takes out a Polaroid camera and snaps a shot of me and waits for the photo to develop before pinning it onto the wall under a sign that said: NEVER SERVE. Only one other picture of a vaguely familiar rugged man with a scar slashed across his lips is pinned on the wall next to mine. "Now get out!!" 

"Whatever!! VHS is dying out anyways!" I shout back at the fuming old man.

"You damn brat!"

Just as I'm about to shout back at the old coot, Takara pulls on my sleeve. Fighting this old man would be a waste of time and I rather spend that with Takara. "Fine let's go get some ice cream, I'm over this bullshit." We go outside and the sun shines brightly onto us; nearly blinding us but still providing gentle warmth.

We don't even have enough time to breathe before my phone starts ringing and it's the higher ups. I reluctantly flip it open, "Ok, what do you old fucks want now?"

"That's no way to speak to your elders boy, is the Kubo heir with you?"

"Yeah and what's it to you?"

"I need you both to head over to the school, we have a new mission for you, Geto, Shoko and the Kubo siblings. Hurry."

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