Disconnection

8: A Strange Familiarity

Author note:

I'm sorry if this took so long for me to get out. Depression wouldn't let go of me, and I was highly agitated during those times. Not liking how the chapter is playing out.

So despite this chapter not being awfully long or short, it still took me almost a month to finish. 

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The silvery hue of light from the moon sweeping in to greet him was the first thing he saw when he became aware. The feeling of drowsiness wafted around him like a warm blanket. It reminds Aizetsu of the dark dimension he resides in all the time. A place he called home, regardless of how pathetic the environment in the space was. 

Isn't it oddly peaceful? 

Addressing the end of his body getting borrowed with a raised eyebrow. As if to answer him for being ungrateful, a headache came to life. Blooming like a firecracker from the left side of his forehead. 

"Ugh..!" Groaning, he rubbed the spot. Careful not to plunge his fingers into his horn. At the same time, Aizetsu felt something on top of him. Although, too occupied to bother. 

Regret courses through him. Cursing under his breath for even questioning the tranquility he came back to.

"Hey!" A voice blurts out. Sounding a bit annoyed. Aizetsu turns his head to the source. Knowing full well who it was. "You should have said something if you're awake, Aizetsu!" It was Urogi. The clone had both of his claws pressed heavily into the floor next to the sorrow demon's biceps. A look of mild concern intermingled with a childlike pout.

The demon of joy lifted both of his claws up next to his ears and then slammed them down onto the edge of Aizetsu's shoulder. Shaking him from where he sat on top of him. A sort of heavyweight, but also light. 

Startled, Aizetsu opened his mouth to protest. "S-stop that!" 

Sadly, the clone did not stop. Was his ear broken? Tilting his head to take a clearer look, they looked fine. Not marred with injury, not that the enemy would be interested in going for their ears in the first place.

"Urogi! This isn't the time for you to act out..! Sekido will be mad." He peeked under the joy demon's huge wings. Spotting Sekido and Karaku on the other end. A pit sitting comfortably between them. 

Snapping his attention back to Urogi, he shot him an unimpressed look through his blue eyes. "What happened?" Getting straight to the point. 

Paired with him as the two juvenile emotion demons from day one, Aizetsu knows him. A little too well. Literally ingrained into his head. A demon possessing one of the more practical sentiments than the one he was confined to. Always happy and untroubled by nature. But was now on top of him, with a full-blown concern on his normally bright face? Aizetsu knew something was off. 

Instead of answering the sorrow demon, the other moved back a bit. Sitting down a little off to the side, Urogi pulled Aizetsu into a tight hug. His nails dug dangerously close to Aizetsu's shoulder blades. 

Wings encase them like a protective dome. 

"Urogi!!" The guttural sound of the older clone resounded behind the joy demon. Toppling over the loud sound of electricity. "Stop fooling around! Get them!" 

"I don't want to!" The joy demon retorts. Dropping his head down, he snuggled into the side of the sad clone's chest. Making a humming noise as he does so. 

Aizetsu jolts in surprise. Peering down at the messy locks and horns poking out. It looked messier than the first time they started out. Could have been because he was in the air all the time. Glancing left, he saw his Jūmonji yari lying a few feet away. Huffing, he bent laterally. Almost collapsing to the floor with Urogi's extra weight.