Messed Up 2.

Strong Soul

~183
-where we left of-

Charlotte heard his words. She indeed had to live with the consequences. It was all her fault. The room became cold and Charlotte lowered her eyes. Satoshi's dead eyes stared at her, almost feeling bad. "I'm sorry.." she whispered again, turning around and running away. Makota looked at Hiro. "What was that for?" he asked with a frown. The small boy looked at him. "She deserved that.". Turning back to Satoshi he climbed on his lap, looking up at him and seeing little drops of water escape his eyes.

"Satoshi?" he asked softly, wiping them away. The male shook his head. "I'm fine.." he whispered, looking into the direction of the voice.

Yoshiki felt the rain drip down his pale skin and hair, the coldness not even bother him. He didn't even know where he was going. It was as if he was trying to escape what was coming for him. But he couldn't escape it yet he still tried. It was as if his skin was tightening around his body, his blood flowing slower and slower. Each step he took became harder and each breath he took became shallower.

Then he saw her. The woman he was looking for. Her shop. Walking in, the sound of a bell could be heard and immediately the smell of all kinds of herbs invaded the bleach blond's nose. The woman also known as the witch from Tokyo looked up from her book. "My my, didn't expect you to be here." she smiled, her long black fingernail stopping with its task of following the words she was reading.

"You don't look so good now, do you?" she said with a sharp laugh, getting up at walking towards the soaked male. "Remove that coat, don't want to catch a cold, do you?". A cold was the least Yoshiki could care about. He did as she said and removed the wet coat, hanging it on the wooden coat hanger.

"Now boy, tell me what is wrong." she said, moving her hand up to trail her fingernails down his cheek and neck, making a circle around his heart. "It's my wife's bloodline, it wants me dead." he answered and the witch chuckled again. "Yes, and what do you want me to do about it?" she asked, poking the place on his chest where his heart is.

"You know how to properly use black magic. Fix it. Tell me what you want and fix it.". The witch sat down, crossing her legs. "Hmm... What do I want... I already have anything, don't I?". She was asking an awful lot of questions. Yoshiki moved his eyes to the side, thinking about what she had yet to receive. The woman sighed. "I'll make it easier for you okay? I'll tell you.".

Grabbing the old and dusty book, the opened it on a page a certain spell was written down. "I need a strong soul. That doesn't mean I have to kill the person carrying it but I want to get access to it whenever I want. And you my boy, have a very strong soul. You even carry the burden of a lot of other souls.". Yoshiki frowned. This had probably to do with Heavenly Host.

"So you want to use my soul whenever you want. And if I'll let you do that, you'll stop the curse?". He knew he probably shouldn't do it since it was still a witch he was dealing with, but it was this or leaving Ayumi alone. "Fine.." he muttered as his head hurt again.

The witch laughed. "Amazing! Now, remove your shirt for me will you? I need to mark you so lay down on that table." she said, pointing at an old stone table. Yoshiki frowned slightly but nodded. Laying his shirt down, he walked towards the cold table and took a deep breath, laying down. The witch now walked towards him with that same book and a glass filled with a purplish liquid. She was also carrying a little dagger. "Okay my boy, lay still and don't distract me, you wouldn't want it to go wrong, would you?".

Yoshiki nodded and looking at the wooden ceiling. The old woman started to chant something and opened Yoshiki's mouth, pouring the purple stuff in and telling him to swallow it. He did and immediately felt his body get heavy. His vision got slightly blurry as he saw the woman lifted the dagger and bring it down on the place his heart was. It only pierced his skin slightly but hurt nonetheless.

Letting out a small groan, Yoshiki looked at the dagger as the woman started to crave a mark there, blood dripping out of it. She then laid a couple of leaves on it which burned the wound and Yoshiki let out a soft scream, grinding his teeth as a shaky breath left him. As soon as the woman removed the leaves, it looked like a nasty burn mark. Only with a pattern.

"There, now take your time.. Getting up too quickly will get you lightheaded...

My soul..".

A/N:
Hey guys! I couldn't write smut yet but I will in the next chapter! Are you still enjoying it? Cause I feel in not getting the support I used to get xD

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