Forest of Secrets (CoQ)

What the Heck? Sakamiya Touched Me!

"First Sakamiya hates Noroi for pretending to be a playboy, and now he's latching on like a parasite? Idiot." -Akira Eliza

And the vampires can come up with outlandish remedies of utmost quality to help the sick and injured.

"I'm . . . Not your big brother." I said awkwardly. Still, he held my hand tighter. The fever had increasingly gone down. In my pocket, The pixies squirmed. His eyes teared up and his hand squeezed me tight. It took forever for him to fall asleep, mostly because he insisted on holding my hand.

My Izu, you're confusing. You hold me close, then you decide to bring me back to square one.I managed to pull away from his warm grasp, and then I went outside. I nailed the pouch the dryad Pixies were in to a tree, then came back inside. Then I accidentally stepped on his hand. Why? Because he was crawling towards the tent exit, his hand just outside the entrance. I quickly got off of his hand and bent down to help him up. He shuttered away from me, still refusing to let me touch him. My mind suddenly panged, knowing full well who he was.

And this is the person he has been reduced to.

Izu, I still can't believe it's him.

Just looking at him makes me think I'm holding something valuable in a cage.

But would I still want it when I unearth how broken it is? Or will I throw it away? Will I throw him away? He can't even speak anymore. There might be a few sentences he can speak perfectly without his tongue, sentences that will fool anyone often enough to believe that he wasn't mute, just quiet.

But I wasn't fooled, because I might as well be the only one who cared to look. The only one to notice that he never, never stops crying. He never stops shedding tears. And I don't know how to help him, because he refused to let me in. It's a good thing I'm here to stay. It's like he tries to push me away, but he keeps on yearning for company. He must have been alone for a long time, and Izu knows what happened to make him hate all physical contact. I can't even touch his shoulder or rumple up his hair without him freaking out like a fish out of water. Sure, we play fighted. But I'm honestly surprised he didn't get pissed and kick my ass back then either. I want to help him, but I don't know how. A low wail was stuck in his throat, and his eyes teared up.

"Shhh. Don't worry. I'm here now." His eyes dried up.

"Why don't you climb under the covers? We could talk to each other while you rest, if you want me to stay with you." He nodded, climbed under the blanket, and grabbed his thin stick.

Don't leave me, please.

"I wont, trust me. I have nothing better to do."

I don't wanna be sick anymore. Everything hurts.

"Whelp, I don't know how I can help with that. I'm not a dryad. I don't have healing properties."

You could always . . .He trailed off, his face pink. He scratched the sentence out with the stick.

"I could always what?" He shook his head no and stuck the stick in the dirt beside the pillow. He shook his head again, his face becoming pinker. He flipped to his other side with a little humph. He hid his face and tried sleeping, his back turned to me.

"Tell meee!" He covered his head with the red blanket.

"Bastard." I spat, not liking being forcefully pacified. Now, he completely ignored me. Probably pretending to be asleep. I quietly unearthed the stick, raised it, and (lightly) whacked him on the head multiple times through the blanket. His head shot up like an arrow, turning back and forth, probably wondering what hit him. I smacked the tip of the stick in my palm repeatedly.

"Tell me!" I said, and jabbed him with the stick. He swatted it away.

"Tell me! Tell me! Tell me!" For your information, at the moment, I did not know I was being a pest. He opened his mouth, completely revealing his cut tongue. He snapped it shut again, but this time, it would be pretty hard to miss it. He visually panicked and grabbed the stick.

"You don't have to do that. You're the one everyone has been talking about, right? The lead singer of Winter's Warmth?" He froze, the stick held tightly in his hand. It dropped to the floor with a clack, kind of how my mind did. Didn't I say something about not letting him know I knew? I dropped a bomb on the both of us. He stared at me, mouth open, this time not bothering to close it. He looked like he just saw a ghost. And he probably was a ghost, compared to who he used to be.

"Let's um . . . Talk about this when you get better . . . " It was too awkward for me to focus. He looked away from me and turned his head where I couldn't see it, probably contemplating on what to say.

"You never told me what you meant to say." I hope trying to revive the conversation would work. Dully, Sakamiya wrote in the dirt.

If you me your me. It works Werewolves and are in function, due ability spread their when embedded humans. I could hardly read it, mostly due to how he didn't even turn around. Half of the words were blurry and I couldn't even read them. But I'm pretty sure I got the point about mucosal contact. He just awkwardly moved towards my direction. He coughed and sneezed in a fit while I read it. Still ruffled by what I said earlier, I kept my trap shut. I'm not used to thinking; I prefer to just do. I was different than Sakamiya in that aspect. Unable to speak, he doesn't have the choice but to think and rethink. Sure, writing has worked, but it's not like we could have an ongoing conversation. that would take too long. He must get lonely, with nothing to do but observe and think.

But there ain't no way in hell I'm kissing him. You could kiss that idea into history. It would scar my love for peaches themselves (I'll never tell Sakamiya that I love eating peaches. It would be weird and he would give me the stink eye for a month). Just the thought made me shiver.

"No thanks, I don't brush my teeth." His head jerked, probably from him flinching. He launched into another coughing fit. I snuck away and grabbed my near-empty cup of water that I had been feverously drinking from since I woke up with a dry throat. My nose even stung! You see where this is going?

"Here, man." He shakily grabbed the water and gulped it down. Bingo. Color came back to his cheeks, and he seemed better already. And I didn't have to kiss him. Man, I'm awesome!