Karmagisa stuff

Possesion

The locker doors start slamming around as we enter the building. Luckily it's a Saturday, so nobody should be here. Nagisa hands me an iron crowbar and a bag of salt, motioning me to move down the hall while he watches my back.

"They tore us apart~" A whisper makes me twist around, swinging the bar into a dissipating form of a teen reaching for Nagisa.

"Since when has this been happening?" He watches me lower it wide-eyed before refocusing and replying.

"Nineteen eighty nine? Nineteen ninety? It was awhile after a little explosion but the kid who made the bombs died and he haunts this school I guess. The principal called us because it started getting really bad." We pace down the hall. Apparently the main source of commotion comes from under the gym. The boiler room is down there.

"How bad?" Things like what just happened?

"Heather!" Nagisa swings at the form in front of him. What's with this kid? Nagisa could look like someone?

"Students were getting scared and hurt." He juts his head at a small blood splatter on the floor.

"I say we burn the bastard then make out in the principals office." I brush a hand across his lower back, pulling him closer to me. He gives me a smug look before continuing to walk.

"Cremated." He smirks over his shoulder.

"Damn. Let's just look around then. Somethings tying it here." Maybe a diary, or a weapon? An explosion rings in my ear and I trip to the floor. Fuck, what was that?

"Karma?" Nagisa turns around.

"I'm fi- aAHG?!"

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I regain semi-consciousness when the truck comes to a harsh stop, jerking me forward a little. I'm in the passenger side, so I turn to the driver. It's Nagisa. I have to smile a little at the reliving sight.

"You're awake!" He smiles as well.

"What happened?"

"You fell asleep on the way home. We found a gun, remember?" No???? I don't remember this???

"Yea, yea." I think I can just bullshit it. I must've blacked out after the explosion.

"Good. I'll grab the bags, you go head inside." He gets out, opening the back doors.

"Sure." I try to move to the door, but it's as if there's a delay. I'm just tired. I make it inside, setting myself on the couch.

"Thats everything. I'm going to shower." Nagisa rolls his neck and sets the bags down, kicking them out of the way of the door, which he shuts and locks.

"Come here, Nagi." It sounds like me. I feel my hand move to pat the cushion beside me. What the fuck? He smiles and sits, snuggling up to me, leaning his head on my chest.

"I love you." He mumbles into my shirt. I just want to tell him I love him too. I can't even reply! It's not me that he's talking to.

"You better." My body moves to push Nagisa to the sofa, so he's laying on his back, under me. He giggles at the motion as my face is nuzzled into his neck. At least this is innocent. Nagisa moves his arms above his head, laying them loosely in the wrist-over-wrist crossed fashion I hold them in when I mess with him. It's kind of hot? He's laying himself out for me. It would be a hundred times better if I could actually move my own body. Maybe I can kick this thing out. Does it sleep? A small moan makes me check what my body is doing. My teeth have sunken in to the side of his neck. He is enjoying this?! I'm hurting him without warning! I nibble around it before moving kisses up his neck. It's not me! It's this thing! My hand starts trailing downwards.