A Book Of Bullshit I Make Instead Of Sleeping Oops

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no explanatinos i gtg to school rn-

  "Write a scene that uses the words umbrella, fixate, and hook."  

Senbu had somehow escaped the hospital where he was being held, much to the concern of the entire world. Especially Trickster.

He'd stolen an umbrella to shield himself from the miserable rain, but eventually he stopped in some alley, closing the umbrella as the rain subsided.

"What are you doing here?"

Ugh. Brave Butterfly. Masturbating. To a picture of Ayasaki's horny demon ass, literally.

"He doesn't like you and neither do I," Senbu stated flatly.

"Eh. I'm sure I can tame you with a round of sex."

It seemed that Butterfly was unaware of Senbu's mental stability, and something inside the sick brunette snapped.

"Bitch."

He hooked onto Butterfly's ankle with one end of his umbrella, yanking it and tripping up the purple clad module.

"Fuck you."

He found no excitement in his attempts to kill Butterfly, and that was no fun. The sooner he had Butterfly dead, the better. Irritated, he stabbed the tip of his umbrella right into Butterfly's eye. It was kind of his thing at this point, mutilating his victims' eyes.

Of course, Butterfly was in agony, but the more he struggled, the more impatient Senbu got. He dug the tip if his umbrella into Butterfly's chest, watching that beautiful crimson soak the purple material. Butterfly stared with his eyes wide open at Senbu until his consciousness slipped for the last time.

"Monster..."

The word hit Senbu out of nowhere, he couldn't possibly care what Butterfly said about him but his last breath was taken to call his death bringer a monster.

Senbu fell to his knees and burst into tears. His loud wails were easy to track, he knew that, but he didn't care anymore.

Trickster-sama didn't want him, and so he had nothing to live for.

His face split into an unsteady grin, and though he continued to weep pitifully, maniacal laughter escaped him.

It hurt so damn much, he was so sick, so exhausted. He closed his eyes, continuing to laugh as tears poured down his cheeks. He felt them restraining him, the doctors. He let them take him away to his isolated room, treating him like the monster he was.

He was a threat to the other patients, what if he lost it and started killing them too?

He was deteriorating fast without human interaction, he needed what he couldn't have. He needed his Trickster-sama. He cried for days without stopping, crying himself to sleep and waking up in tears after hellish nightmares that had him screaming.

Finally, Trickster had the courage to see him.

What he found was an unstable mess of the boy he once knew and loved.

The child wouldn't leave the corner of the room, all huddled up and sobbing softly.

"Senbu...?"

"No!"

Senbu cowered from Trickster's touch, terrified.

"You can't touch me. I'm a fucking monster. You think so. You do, you do, you do!"

"Oh Senbu..."

"Don't pity me, I'm like this because of you. I love you, Trickster-sama! Why don't you understand?"

Speechless, Trickster wrapped his arms around the smaller boy. "I thought they would help you..."

"Nothing can save me, Trickster-sama. I'm broken. My sanity is gone. You were all I held on to, but I don't have that anymore either. I love you, I love you, I love you!"

Seeing that Senbu was in tears again, Trickster couldn't help but feel guilty. He'd just wanted to protect the boy from himself, from doing something he'd regret.

"I didn't mean to hurt you, Senbu."

"But you did. And I still love you. I love you so much."

"Can I even fix this?"

"Why won't you say it?"

"Say what?"

Senbu was hard to understand now through his tears. "Oh Trickster-sama... I love you, I love you, I love you..."

"Sen-"

"Why can't you just love me? I devoted myself to you, I gave up everything for you. I have nothing, not even my sanity, but I still love you. Love me, Trickster-sama. Love me, love me, love me so much I can't breathe, love me until I choke on your affection, love me like nothing else matters. Just fucking love me!"

"But Senbu-"

"Am I that worthless? Am I that awful? Am I-"

"SENBU!"

The pale brunette whimpered, flinching at the sharp tone and Trickster's hand raised as if to hit him, though that wasn't the intention, only a gesture.

"Please don't hurt me more..."

Trickster softened immediately, gently caressing Senbu's cheek. His endearing monochrome eyes fell on Senbu's arms and he gasped.

"Those fucking-"

Senbu gave a soft cry as Trickster grabbed his wrist, studying the bruises on his arms. Enraged, he lifted Senbu's hospital gown, finding several ugly black and purple bruises, particularly on his back.

"They hit you."

Senbu nodded, dissolving into tears once again.

Trickster was absolutely furious.

"THEY WERE SUPPOSED TO HELP YOU!" he roared, slamming his fist into the wall. Senbu flinched again, and Trickster took a deep breath, making himself more gentle as he took the broken boy into his arms.

"Trickster-sama...?"

"I'll take you home, Senbu darling. I'm so sorry..."

"But I'm... a monster..."

"I don't care. I've always loved you. Always. I was just bad at showing it. Let me make it up to you."

Senbu's soft sobs reduced to hiccups as Trickster rubbed his bruised back, kissing the top of his head.

"I love you, Trickster-sama," Senbu whispered, his tired eyes fixated on Trickster's intriguing gray ones.

"And I love you, my dear Senbu."