Cuteness Curse

Wicked Curse [1]

Beads of sweat drip down a young man's body as he runs his calloused hands along ugly black scars which crisscross his abdomen. These ominous scars form an ugly rune which covers his entire back. Sweat continues to bead on the boy's bare chest as dread sets in.

"Who the fuck did I cross to get a curse like this?"

Kier's gaze moves up from his scarred body to the anxious faces of his two subordinates. The chubbier of the two is sweating buckets, and the wiry one is biting his nails obsessively.

"W-Will you be okay, Boss?" Garu asks quietly.

Kier doesn't answer his round friend's question, but he does give the timid boy a reassuring nod. Garu has always been the most foolish in the trio, but he is loyal to a fault. Times like these make Kier appreciate Garu more than ever.

"He'll be fine. Right, Boss?" Sneeve asks probingly.

The wiry boy's eyes dart between the scarring on Kier's body and his expression. The muscles in Kier's body tense up as he recalls Sneeve's selfish tendencies. He may be his subordinate, but he is only loyal to those who he benefits from following.

"I'll be more than fine, Sneeve." Kier growls through clenched teeth.

Truthfully the pain searing through his skin is growing as the curse takes root. Foreign magic is pushing its way through Kier's body like a parasite, and with each passing second his body deteriorates further.

Garu is reassured by Kier's words, but the relieved expression on the chubby boy's face is short-lived. Kier's curse rune grows in size, and more of his skin is burnt black. The scent of burnt hair and skin fills the dorm room.

"Fuck that hurts!" Kier swears angrily.

Sneeve stands whilst giving Kier a look of doubt. Garu looks torn between trying to comfort Kier or staying put. Kier holds up one hand as if to tell them to be patient.

"I can't let this progress further."

Magic slowly gravitates toward Kier's body as he focuses on casting. Sweat shines off his bulging muscles as his whole body spasms. He struggles to push past the pain, but his grip on his magic doesn't break.

"This might make it worse, but I have to take the risk!"

Glowing motes of fiery orange magic materialize around Kier as he starts working his magic into the scars forming the curse rune. The sensation is more painful than the curse itself, but he must persevere if he wants to reverse the curse ailing him.

Flames burn across his sweat soaked body as Kier's screams of agony echo throughout the dormitory. The room is sweltering. Gary and Sneeve stare at Kier in shock as he's engulfed in his own fire magic.

The black rune is burnt away in the smoldering flames, and Kier is quick to release his magic. The pain is mind numbing, yet his wounds have been cauterized shut.

"I... I did it!"

Kier lets out a relieved laugh whilst the pain gradually dissipates. Garu and Sneeve's horrified expressions put a damper on Kier's relief, and he follows their wide eyes to his own bare chest. Two small yet distinct breasts have replaced Kier's rock solid pecs.

Awkward silence ensues for several long moments. Kier's blank expression shifts to one of confused embarrassment as he glances back up at his two subordinates. The boys are still gawking at Kier's newly acquired breasts.

"You dickheads!" Kier barks angrily.

Sneeve barely has time to consider running when he's hit square in the jaw by Kier's fist. The impact sends the weaselly boy to the floor, and Kier turns to give Garu his own helping of a knuckle sandwich. Garu manages to squeak out an apology just before his nose gets squashed by Kier's punch. Both boys lie in a heap on the floor whilst Kier gives them an irritated glare.