Kalopsia (Sequel to Monachopsis)

6 - He is in my ears

 it's confused at the notion but becomes interested. This boy can't use his body by himself anymore, not with the state it's in right now. He would be helping him; he could make him back to normal. The only difference would be is that it would be hitching a ride in his body. 

 'If you let me.' 

The souls of things are very tricky, because they never want to leave their bodies. They want to stay, and because of that, they fight back. But if this boy accepts him, then... the possibilities are endless. 

'Will I be able to be with everyone?' 

The feelings of humans are so strange. How can this boy be so eager to continue living when he was the one who jumped?

 'Yes. I will let you live. We will become one.' 

The boy doesn't answer for a moment. It hears the sound of kacchan throwing up.

 'Okay. I'll let you take it.' 

It doesn't realize when kacchan runs off, though right now it's not as important. It has to act fast. Right when the boy's life is about to slip away, he enters his body. Inside is a burning heat of organs and intestines that it wasn't prepared for.

 It burns every single part of him, and in turn, burns the boy. He can feel the twitching of their fingers, the scream trapped in their throat, every single feeling is flooding into its mind. It hurts so bad but at the same time, it feels genuine happiness. 

After feeling nothing for so long, this would be its chance to live again. Through the pain, he gets every memory, every thought, every feeling, that the boy, Izuku Midoriya, has lived through. It feels their bones snapping back in place, their joints beginning to move, and their eyes fixing themselves. 

It's a long process, that fact doesn't need explaining. It's like they both know, without even speaking through thoughts. Their legs are the first thing that works, and they carefully pick themselves up, shaking. 

There is no one around, but that won't last for long. Especially when they can both hear the wail of the ambulance, even though it's still fairly far away. Staggering one step at a time, their rebuilding body walks into the tree line, and continues to wander. 

There is a sharp sting, and it decides to communicate again. 

'You are resisting.' 

Their walk is forced to a stop, and their eyes are fixed fully now. It is exposed to all kinds of colors. The green of the grass, the blue of the sky. It would be too late to turn back. All of these different senses are addicting.

 'I-I'm not trying to! It just hurts!'

 'It hurts more if you resist me.' 

They look down at their hands, parts of their wrists pitch black. 

'What's that?!'

 They try to get away from their own hands, which is impossible. Still, their body shakes more violently, and it can feel their chest rising and falling in quick succession.