forget who i am today. + soukoku, fyoya

a new ally.

A roar bounces off the walls inside his head, adding a dull ache to his empty and pulsating socket. He can taste the blood on his lips and feel the warmth of it on his cheeks. Chuuya couldn't really describe the pain - his tongue felt heavy in his mouth and he could feel his heartbeat everywhere in his body.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

His body is shaking tremendously and he's surprised that he hasn't hit the floor. He hears a clang of metal, remembering that he was in chains. The clanging continues from his frenzied shaking. Everything is too much.

HURTSHURTSHURTSHURTSHURTSHURTS

"One down, one more to grab!" The monster sounds thrilled as he says this and Chuuya knows that he's helpless to what the monster does next.

Bruised and bloody fingers curl into his other socket where his one remaining eye is, and Arahabaki wails.

Chuuya awakes to darkness and something wet dabbing at his wrists. He whimpers, trying to crawl away from the monster. Not wanting to take anymore pain - please spare him. No more. Please. He'll be good. Please. Please.

"Shh, you're going to hurt yourself more if you move." An unfamiliar voice says, quiet but clear. Chuuya stills as he realizes that this isn't the monster, this is someone else entirely. The wet thing (it's a cloth, he noted) rubs against a particular sore spot on his wrist and Chuuya violently flinches. Immediately, the cloth disappears.

"I'm sorry." The voice apologizes and Chuuya could only whine in response. "I'm trying to clean you up, Nakahara-san. You've been chained from the ceiling for over fourteen hours." It felt more like an eternity rather than several hours.

Chuuya finally acknowledged what the person said and realizes that he's sitting on a cold floor. His feet are touching the floor as well. He's no longer dangling from the ceiling. He tries to bend forward but a sharp pain pierces through his back and shoulders, causing him to yelp.

Hands immediately went to gently rest him back against a wall and he couldn't help the flinch that left him when he was touched.

"Your shoulders dislocated, they've been snapped back into place but they're most likely still sore." The voice fills the silence and Chuuya doesn't feel as threatened by it. Whoever was here, he (?) sounded young. The boy (?) seems to shuffle away and Chuuya hears something like water before the person shuffles back to him.

He doesn't have to wonder for long about what the person did before he feels glass press against his lips and hears the water slosh around from the boy(?)'s nervousness. Chuuya opens his mouth and he tastes cold water that he greedily drinks down.

"I would like to continue cleaning you, Nakahara-san. Your skin is dried with blood." The person talks again as Chuuya smacks his lips after finishing the glass of water. He attempts to talk but nothing really comes out except a noise that irritated his throat. He sounded like he'd been coughing for days on end.

The person shuffles away again and based on the footsteps, he (?) seems light and a little clumsy. Chuuya tries to move his head towards the direction where the other seemed to shuffle away but that was also too much for him. He tries to sound frustrated but it was more like a pathetic whine.

Glass touches his lips again and he drinks once more.

"I know you don't want me to touch you but if Master sees you dirty, his... idea of clean up would be much worse than this." The voice tries to compromise and Chuuya could only tilt his chin downward in tired agreement.

He's starting to doze off when the boy (?) starts to - much more gently this time - clean him. The cloth was surprisingly soft and it makes him more tired that the water is somewhat warm. It almost felt nice. The pain became dull the more the person seemed to massage the cloth into his skin.

Chuuya hears a content noise in the back of his head as he fell asleep. 

When he wakes up this time, Chuuya feels boneless. And undeniably tired.

Chuuya...

At the voice, he perks up a little bit.

Arahabaki? You're okay?

He briefly remembers the God wailing in despair when his eyes were removed. And now, he realizes that Arahabaki sounded miserable.

We can no longer see...

Chuuya could hear the pain in its voice and feels a pang in his chest. The God of Destruction was suffering just like Chuuya was.

I know, buddy. We'll be okay, Chuuya tries to soothe but even he doesn't believe his own words. The answering grunt of disbelief tells him that Arahabaki doesn't believe it either.

The boy... safe.

The boy? Chuuya is confused at first before remembering the kind voice and the warm hands that cleaned him up. Ah. So they were a boy.

He's safe?

Won't hurt us. Can trust.

If the God of Destruction felt safe around another person, then...

Can we ask him to help us?

His master... bad... he... chained...

Chuuya understands immediately.

Chained? Bad like Ace?

Worse.

Right, he doesn't remember Ace torturing his victims. So this boy was in a similar situation, huh?

Is there a way for us to get out?

Use boy. Boy help.

Chuuya cringes at the idea of using someone who helped him but... he's murdered and tortured people himself. He's already a sinner. If he's able to get out, he could put the boy out of his misery.

Either the boy or the monster would come first.

With an attempt at a sigh, Chuuya knows he has no choice but to wait.

He rests against the wall and waits.