MY HUSBANDS: megumi x y/n x satoru.

.ANOTHER ME.

I was on the top floor, inspecting if there are any other curses. fushiguro had suggested to split up so our work would be done faster. 

neither of us felt any presence of curse which was odd since the reports given by shoko san said quite the opposite.

the cafe we were in was not ordinary, it was more like a big hotel for popular people.it was an early european structured building.  it was abandoned and now looked haunted because of curses. the reports said many people in the neighborhood were tortured by these curses. and also  people who tried to look into the building couldn't come out. that was scary, but not for us sorcers. we were meant to deal with such things. .... really, but i don't even know how to use my own powers. i was just a beginner. i wanted to feel how a presence of curse and how fighting it feels.

roaming on the first floor of this beautiful palace like cafe. the upper floor was more like a balcony followed by rooms.  fancy wooden carved furnitures, which were now old, and cracked. the curtains long and so vintage, their colours so beautifully pink but in shreds due to mice picking i assumed. it gave so palace like feeling i had to almost hit my head to remember i was on a mission and curses might still be there. and i know even fushiguro is fascinated by things here, from little golden gramophones to elegant carved ceilings everything was absolutely captivating.  it felt as if we entered in a wrong era. except the little eery feeling that was building in my stomach as i went more deeper into the building.

the rooms were more shredded and the torn paintings decorated walls in spooky thrills. the control rooms had old webbed machines and rusted pipes.  sounds of leaking and dripping water kept bringing waves of anxiety up my chest, which i apparently loved to chase. i was feeling the chills on my spine, it was growing more quit and eery.

i ended up standing in front of the wall, that was splashed with dried blood. it was the end of the the floor.  on my left were downstairs.  i stood there quit. looking down. the checkered black white floor visible down from thick disappearing purple fog. i imagined people roaming in fancy gowns. masked and unmasked. children dressed in pretty, playing. or maybe couples kissing behind  the pillar in the  corners. bar tenders and waiters serving  delicacies to their guests. amongst them might be some criminal roaming around?...i chuckle at the fantasy building up in my head, when i heard a small noise thud across me.

 my heart stilled, a beat and two. 

another noise, that made a piled up box slip down  the floor infront of me, making my heart jump in my chest. i hurried downstairs immidiately to find fushiguro. the sick feeling in my stomach suddenly so strong, i wanted to fall down. my breaths so hard as if a trunk of treasure kept on my chest, forcing my heart to stop beating.

i wanted to fight it, fight it myself but i didn't know enough of my capability. i didn't know how to use it. i looked at the box upstairs. hiding behind the rails, as if challenging me to tell fushiguro and kill it's presence right away. i didn't. i didn't tell him, i wanted to fight my self. 

" we should really inform gojo about things here" he threw some letters on the table a few metres away from me.

"what..?" i breathlessly asked, wasn't he feeling anything about the presence of the curse..? was it only me...? my mind was reeling with uneffective thoughts when suddenly a huge piercing hand wrapped his leg making him hang in hair upside down taking away all the air from my lungs.

my body buzzed with anxiety and a strange sense of power, overtaking me, my nerves so full of them. So full  that they ached to rush out. The monster was huge. Revealing itself in black smoke. It was not just a monster, there were so many of them, as if a void was opened in mid air. I could see megumi's huge owl screeching its wings and making a chaos against the howls of monsters. megumi's leg was already blood stianed. he was wincing on the ground, the bird had managed to cut off one of its tentacles.