I'm sick rn uhhhrhr yeah so all of these things happening in this chap is happening to me rn!! (Some of it, Obv without mahito thank god)
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The blue haired patchwork curse dangled over an agitated you. His right hand had been thickened and turned into a magnetic device of some sort to stick to the ceiling of your bedroom, his shoes just inches away from the tip of your nose.
'Please, just go.'
'I've done all you've asked me, I'm owned refuge here, aren't i?'
You mentally facepalmed your forehead since you thought the agonising pain in your frontal lobe would just hurt even more if you touched it in the slightest.
'I hate you so much. I should of never made that deal with you.' You sniffed the phlegm that was annoyingly sliding up and down your throat like slab of salted butter.
'It's beeeeeen...huh.. a long time. You should of been asleep right now, according to human-'
Mahito's words were abruptly crashed into yours.
'According to human, my a-'
He nudges your side with his foot, now standing on top of your bed.
'I hate you..so much.'
'I hate you so much too! Being that, I am in fact, a bundle of human hatred, your words mean nothing.'
'You're also a bundle of joy, sewer rat.'
You made the attempt to sit up in bed, only to be knocked down by your own fatigue and headache.
'What are you doing..?' You manage to muster up a quarter what sickly breath you had left and turn to your right side to face a smirking Mahito laying in your bed next to you.
'Studying.'
'That's all you ever do. Just watch humans suffer.'
'I'm a curse, not a weak human with emotions.'
'Oh you'll get emotions soon enough, Mahito.' You grunt as you lift yourself up to sit in your bed and stare at the window. (Where you go I goo)
'I've been trying for hours to sleep.'
'Do you think I don't already know that?'
'Considering that all you ever do is watch humans bleed and scream and cry, I doubt that you ever got the time to see a human attempt to sleep.'
Mahito hummed nonchalantly and reached his right hand out to your face, stretching the bags under your eyes downwards in curiosity.
You turned to face the ceiling, rejecting his touch and sighing with a frustrated yell and huff.
'Guess we goin' to the pharmacy. Wanna come?'
You didn't even look at him to see his response, you already knew it.
As you put on your trainers and black, wooly cardigan, you whipped your aching head up to see Mahito in the appearance of a large spider on the ceiling, crawling down and leaping down in-front of the exit to your home in his normal form.
'You wipe that smirk off your face before I just do it myself.' You grumbled, stomping down the stairs with a dry and aching throat. It felt as if there were webs made out of sticky, dry cotton plastered side to side of your oesophagus.
Mahito swiftly grabbed a chunk of your hair (I wear a hijab so idk what he's gonna do to hijabis) and tugged it from the back. As the door's lock clicked open and a breath of singular yet chilling breeze seeped through the opening of your worn out door, you dryly yelped in agony and twisted your infuriated expression to face him.
A wide grin was plastered from ear to ear and a shiny, flesh made blade had taken form on Mahito's wrist.
You quickly bit down on your sandy tongue to prevent something you would sooner regret saying.
You stared at him for a few seconds, and he laughed, returning his right hand back to normal as you slowly stepped out of the front door, tripping suddenly at the first step to fall on your face flat.
'God, maybe I shoulda'...stayed in bed..'
You rubbed your red nose in pure darkness with a snickering Mahito closely following behind you as you crawled your way on the ground to the drivers seat of your car. (I don't even have a car I just wanna add this)
You slammed the drivers door shut, aggressively yanking at your belt to clock into security. Mahito stared at the seatbelt, then at you.
'What?' You questioned the expressionless curse beside you in the passenger seat.
'What about me?' He said.
'What about you?'
'Don't you want me to be safe?'
Do you want him to be safe? No, if you're being honest to yourself, you really don't want him in your life. At least, that's what your mind is saying. You knew for a fact you would have some kind of hole in your heart if he were to ever disappear without a trace, if you ever had a heart- to which Mahito denied days after you met him in a cafe.
You didn't say anything to him, you had not the strength to correct him-(Nanami English dub reference!!)
-nor to put up with his silly ideas and insights of how to torture you to death whenever you had crossed the line.
You unbuckled your seatbelt in order to lean more over towards him and to grab his seatbelt. That's when your tired eyes had noticed his ajar mouth, along with his tongue.
You quickly sat back down in your seat, looking at him with annoyance and disgust.
'What?'
'What do you mean, -what-? Gosh you're exhausting.'
'Then just go to sleep.'
You whipped your eyes around to meet his in order to remind him of the dark bags below your bottom eyelid.
'Hm, not my problem.' He shrugged.
You two had driven in silence to your local pharmacy, and to your surprise, Mahito had stayed silent the whole ride, keeping track of everything going on in the quiet, asleep city. At one time, Mahito turned the window down and you were to tired to notice, until he had formed his hand into a massive blade and sliced the side of the car beside yours passing by. The red, damaged car had creaked and squeaked before eventually crashed into a pile of light before the driver could manage to take a picture of your license plate.
You chose not to say anything when he had looked at you like a child proud of his easy-to-do actions.
You kept your eyes on the road and eventually saw the white lights of the pharmacy at a small distance away.
A snoring toddler in a pram, a woman with a high, blonde ponytail in bright clothing, and two cashiers, man and woman who looked half asleep, half alive, and mid sneeze.
The whole pharmacy was dead quiet, except for the catchy shopping music playing on the speakers, and the muttering cashiers behind the counter serving the blonde haired woman her prescription.
Now, of course, you didn't notice these people, it was all Mahito, scanning everything in the pharmacy and waving both his hands around eagerly to see if anybody could see his patchwork face.
'Errr...hm.' Your voice way way above normal speaking volume in order to get Mahito's attention to stop poking and prodding the sleeping toddler in the pram.
You gave him a quick stare before returning your gaze to a small section on the shelf full of melatonin.
You eventually picked one, handing it over to the cashier to scan and placing 4 pounds onto the counter in exchange for the tiny box of sleeping pills.
'Thanks.' You groggily made your way to the automated door when you stopped in your tracks.
'Hey, uhm..miss?' The cashier had called you back to the counter.
'Sorry, did I give you a pound less?' You flashed the box's price to your eyesight before confusingly looking at the cashier once more, you didn't pay less. You paid full, so what did she want?
'C'mere.' She wafted her hand in signal to bring your ear closer to her mouth in order to tell something she didn't want to say in public.
'Are y-you like me..?' The cashier pointed a trembling finger to Mahito who was busy prodding the toddlers' forehead in interest whilst on his knees infront of the pram it was in.
You look back at the cashier, then at Mahito for a split second before quietly humming, nodding your head and putting the little box of pills in-front of the cashier with sympathy.
'You have bags under your eyes too..'
'I don't really sleep after my shift.'
After a few seconds of staring into her cold, soulless eyes, you tap twice with your pointing finger onto the side of the box of pills.
'You can have these, those bags are darker than mine. Don't use tech before bed.' You half whisper to her, slowly turning your back to the cashier and walking out of the automatic door and into your car, opening the passenger door to let the patch face in.
The drive back was more chatty, except that Mahito was the chatterbox, talking about all kinds of things he found there, the toddler, the back room and the other man cashier doing some weird yet interesting stuff in one of the empty rooms behind the counter. You only mhm'ed and yeah'ed your way out of the conversation and babbling that Mahito was speaking until the door to your home had opened with a click.
'You reckon some television'll work...Mahito?'
The curse was in a trance, looking at your phone placed on the table and then at you, sprawled out onto the brown, leather sofa with your arms and legs spread.
'It might distract me for a while before my..brain'll just...uhh..'
'Here.' Mahito had slapped the TV remote into your hand, sitting right next to you under your arm.
'What are you doing-can't you get a different seat?'
He was too busy with his head on your chest, watching the screen of the television to notice your demanding voice.
'How the hell are you a curse..' you grumble, your head lowering and lowering within 6 minutes, and eventually, you had rested your cheek on the top of Mahito's head.
And soon enough, your snores were pretty loud enough to overcome the volume of 5 on your TV.
Guess what was one way to sleep without the pills.
Mensnesmshdhdhdgrgeggddggdvdvdbdbdhdd yeah so as I'm writing this I'm not sick because it's been like 3 days and I'm finishing this off and uh yeah asslamalikum
