He was the sunshine that woke you in the morning. The joy that motivated you. The wisdom that guided you. The loyalty that protected you. He was everything you ever wanted.
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The next thing I knew, I was in bed again. Joji's breath was on my skin. Again.
Déjà vu.
Was this a dream? Was this inception or something!?
I sat up and looked at Joji.
"Hey, you're OK." Joji kissed my cheek.
I looked over at the mirror. It was down-turned.
"Joji...? Why is the mirror on the floor?"
He paused, sighing as he stared at the mirror.
"(Y/N)... What if I told you... I'm not the only... Me... Out there?"
It wasn't a dream. Of course it wasn't.
"I'd probably question my existence and permanently have internal conflict for the rest of my life."
"Right... OK..."
The mirror rattled on the floor as Joji 1 struggled to burst through. The voice that I heard didn't sound like Joji.
"(Y/N)! I WILL MAKE YOU LOVE ME AGAIN!" He then screamed something in Japanese.
Joji 2 shot up and screamed back.
Joji 1 cackled and repeated himself in Japanese in his normal voice.
Joji 2 snapped. He got up, picked up the mirror and punched it.
"FUCK! DICKHOLE!" Joji 1 said as he grabbed his nose.
Joji 2's nose bled. He was unphased, yet his wounds still matched his doppelganger's. Or, some did anyway. His eyes were still healthy.
He mumbled in Japanese to wear off the effects of the portal, then punched the mirror again to shatter it.
"I fucking hate him."
"But... He's you..."
"As if I don't hate myself too..."
Joji wiped off the shattered glass from his hand, and of course, his hand bled as a result. I got up and grabbed his free hand.
"Let's get you cleaned up..."
We headed to the bathroom and, as we would expect, were met by Joji 1's grumpy face trapped in the cabinet mirror. It seemed that he had taken care of the nosebleed, being that he was in the bathroom as well.
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"You can't get rid of me..."
"But GOD DAMN IT DO I WANT TO!" Joji 2 screamed back.
"Ignore him." I mumbled to him. "Joji? Hon?" I said to Joji 1. "Please can I just clean up his wound? I'll visit you soon, OK?"
His face softened. I couldn't help but feel some emotions for poor Joji 1. I didn't know whether or not I meant those words. His eyebrows furrowed with distrust.
"You... You promise? Real shit?"
I paused, looking at Joji 2. He shook his head.
I looked back at Joji 1. "Of course... You're my boyfriend."
He gave me a weak smile, which was abruptly interrupted by the crushingpainoftheuniverseonhis brain. He clutched his head in agony, blood spilling through his corneas again. I still wonder what that comes from...
I directed my hand to the mirror, looking at Joji 2 and speaking lowly.
"You're telling me he's not human?"
"Demons feel pain too! They just... Don't bleed..."
"He's you! He probably loves me just as much as you do!"
"Then if you understand that, you should understand why we don't want to share you..."
I looked between the two Joji's. Why is there only one of me but two of them?
"I'm from this universe... Right?"
Joji 2 nodded as Joji 1 lost consciousness from the pain, falling to the floor.
"Then... Where's the other me?"
He looked down and paused, clutching his jaw. It seemed like the subject was triggering to me, even if it didn't directly affect him.
