Together At Last

Chapter 5

X laid in bed, staring up at the ceiling in the dark. The rest of his day had passed without anything unusual going on until now.

He was hearing things.

Quiet clicks and faraway screeches that seemed to come both from the depths of his own mind and the corners of his room.

X curled up, bunching together his blanket around himself, and yet he still couldn't sleep. His eyes remained open and restless, and his gaze flickered around his room.

That's when he heard it.

Footsteps

X's eyes went wide before he forced them shut. If there was someone in his house, his best bet was to pretend he was asleep.

X shivered as the footsteps got closer, and closer, and closer-

The person stopped at his bedside, hovering over him. X willed his eyes to stay shut, but the total silence seemed safe, so he cracked open an eye.

To see someone staring back at him.

X shrieked, falling off his bed, and Four raised an eyebrow. X noticed the clicking and whispering in his room start to cease as well. Maybe the demon was keeping it away.

Finally, X peeked over his bed to see Four sitting on the other side, their tail shifting through his sheets and their wings drawn close to their sides. X carefully made their way over to them, crawling over the bed to sit next to his dead friend.

Four was staring out into the dark corridor that he had entered from, their stormy eyes sweeping thoughtlessly over all the darkness, taking it in.

X sat in silence next to him, kicking his feet. He glanced at Four, studying him.

He had stormy, dark blue eyes. Blue hair and blue skin that was lighter.

Everything about Four was pretty much blue.

He had a small pair of horns on his head, poking out from under his messy, long hair. They were the same shade as Four's wings; a dark blue color that reminded X of the ocean during a storm.

Huh, everything about Four was pretty stormy too.

X, lost in thought, didn't notice when Four started to watch him.

Four noted bright yellow hair, pale yellow skin, and some duck PJs that seemed oddly cutesy for someone of X's age. Four's tail tapped constantly on the bed in a repetitively soothing manner as he studied the individual, eyes finally falling on the trinket that X had around his neck.

Unlike other demons, Four never asked for compensation. Instead, he'd randomly throw his guest a cursed trinket, and they would take it. The gifted could never get rid of it or its curse, so they basically had to live with it forever.

Four usually randomized the curses too.

X's curse was night terrors, as well as a simple spell that allowed Four to visit him whenever he pleased.

Four was genuinely surprised that X didn't mind Four's being there, or his incessant staring. Usually, others would be creeped out or hiding.

Four and X snapped out of thought at the exact same moment, staring each other in the eyes. X cracked a small smile.

It was only a smile, but it made Four feel uncomfortable. It stirred something inside of themself that was hidden just barely out of reach. Something that he felt, but did not recognize.

It was a burning feeling, an itching feeling. An urge to just grab X and do...something. The need to be in X's close proximity.

Four hated it.

He hated the feeling of needing this person, someone he barely knew.

But he loved it at the same time.

He loved sitting silently next to this person he didn't recognize; he loved having nothing except X to distract him from life.

He loved this feeling; but he hated loving it all the same.

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X watched Four slowly dip back into their thoughts with that unfocused expression that X remembered like it was yesterday.

X sighed, flopping back onto his bed with a quiet thud.

It felt real; it felt extremely real.

But, in the back of his mind, he knew Four was dead.

X turned his head to the side to see Four's tail, tapping out a hypnotizing rhythm with its feathery blue end.

X closed his eyes, listening to the soft thump-thump-thump before eventually falling asleep.

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Four eventually snapped out of thought, turning his head to look at the sleeping human.

Four sighed. Technically he was supposed to give X nightmares and night terrors, but something about the way X's chest rose and fell in slow, calm motions made Four a bit less motivated to do so.

Four picked up the sleeping human, turning them around and setting them on the bed the right way, pulling the blanket up to X's shoulders. Four studied his handiwork from afar before thinking of one last thing to do.

"Sweet dreams, shooting star." Four whispered as a blue glow surrounded his hands once more.

A gift wouldn't really hurt anybody.

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