The Big Book Of Amaguji

Get Out

Their hands entwined in an inescapable fate that they've made their own.

It was a soft feeling that Korekiyo was has only felt once before. It crippled him indescribably, through time and time again - he didn't even notice when he was only thirteen to be endowed with a goddess as a sibling.

She was the soft feeling in his stomach that grew and grew and didn't stop. Lefts and rights and ups and downs weren't worth knowing when Miya was requesting his assistance.

Another soft feeling interfered - quite rudely if he might add - and now everything he'd lost in her eyes was now worth something to the other.

Those were the things he couldn't find.

He fought tooth and nail to make her superior in his eyes, a once in a lifetime opportunity to the 'normal' class, but Rantaro Amami just had to remind himself to revisit his already captured prize.

"Sup Kiyo," he would say. That damned smile made his heart leap mountains,

But her sweet slur of ' my sweet Korekiyo' hasn't so much passed a hurdle.

He could feel his hand slip through her slim fingertips, falling into another more firm, more sturdy,

more gentle.

He cradled his hand as they walked from class to class in tedious succession everyday. Nothing new happens, he gets the usual whispers of how a person like Rantaro be with him, some lowly threats from the 'normal' classed students and a cool breeze from the air conditioner when they enter.

It didn't bother Korekiyo, per se.

Afterwards, they would rinse and repeat with the other classes, each one being slightly different and retire to their dorms. Today though, Korekiyo wanted to interfere with the natural flow, only slightly.

Approaching his sister's house felt like a breath of fresh air after being stuck in a forest fire. When he heard that she made a full recovery, it absolutely brought the shine in his eyes.

Rantaro even commented on it too.

"What's the special occasion?" He basically said. Korekiyo was too preoccupied with his overflowing emotions to even process it.

"Ah, it's just too wonderful to explain concisely! Oh, even the arms of death couldn't contain our love!" Korekiyo cupped his cheeks with his hands. Rantaro could even see the drool secreting from his mouth.

Rantaro laughed, "I'm guessing family then. Congrats if that's the case."

Korekiyo smirked, "Familial is... weak in its context."

"Oh? Maybe brotherly love? Sisterly? I admire your big bro skills then."

Koreko crossed his arms, smirk still plastered on his lips, "If we so wish to compare, then a visit must be put into place."

Rantaro raised his eyebrow in consideration, "Oh really? Well, you know where to get me then."

"I'll see ya after then."

"See you, Rantaro."

Somewhere in Korekiyo's heart wished he would've stayed.

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His old Victorian house was an absolute nightmare for Korekiyo's parents to pay. How they even maintained this house until his moved out was even more mysterious than Rantaro's and Korekiyo's personalities combined.

Besides that, he remembered every nook and cranny of this house to the last square foot. From the initial two creeks the door made when you opened it and the sunken in floorboards that needed replacing.

His sister loved it as much as he did and remembering it for her satisfaction was a long time fulfillment that he acquired eons ago.

Rantaro looked around from the coat rack to the wooden coffee table in the middle of the room.

"Wow, I expected something more traditional to be honest." He giggled nervously as he scratched his cheek.

"I understand. If you don't mind sitting on the couch while I notify Sister of your arrival, that would be fine."

Rantaro nodded as he headed towards his resting location.

Korekiyo walked through the wide halls with wooden flooring walls and all in all, an old aesthetic until he found the blessed room.

A feminine figure looked over from the page of her book and extended her lips across her face, as thin as snake, tongue holding the addictive poison that is her voice.

"My sweet Korekiyo, " She rose from the armchair and wrapped her rope-thin arms around his waist, "you haven't forgotten about me? Of course you haven't. You were thinking about and only me during your time at Hope's Peak, hm?"

He felt like a heretic for lying to her.

"Yes, dear. I wouldn't think of anyone else." He placed his hands to his sides like a puppet. Her puppet to be more exact.

"Where is this visitor you've mentioned in your phone call? I'm disappointed that you have extended your boundaries to others, but I guess this world is ready for your presence, yes?"

Korekiyo nodded, "I am sorry to disappoint but I couldn't keep my interests held in for him. His attitude is a sight to behold."

She pulled down Korekiyo's mask and pressed a warm kiss on his cheek, "Well, I have to see then. You can bring him over now."

Korekiyo nodded for departing for his friend, who was taking the old style of the house in.

"Let us go." Rantaro nodded before walking with Korekiyo to the previous room.

The grimace on her face was painfully visible.

No wonder Korekiyo became friends with a human like this. Finding someone that she could freely chat to was a rarity on its own, but if Korekiyo could freely chat to this 'Rantaro' with no issue

then her love for Korekiyo is being snuffed out.

She smiled and laughed with Rantaro, Korekiyo already telling that they were becoming friends but on the inside, she was in pain. She was in even more pain than when she was in that hospital bed.

He was going to take Korekiyo away from her. The 'lover' she had throughout most of her life was going to be taken away from a grassy haired pretty boy.

Obviously, for her, a plan needed to be formed.