Attention {Paperhat}

~ Chapter Nine ~

(Uhhhh please read the A/N at the end it's like, important..)

Flug woke up with a start, sitting straight up in his bed and grabbing at his face. He winced when he felt his own skin, bare of his bag and goggles. Despite the panic that was beginning to make itself known, he felt relieved to see that his room was completely dark, the curtains on the windows having been drawn and he seemed to be the only one there. No Black Hat, no Demencia, and no 5.0.5, though, it would be nice to have the bear around.

With a quiet groan, Flug pushed himself out of bed and slowly made his way over to the connecting bathroom, one of the few luxuries he was offered here. He flinched when he flipped the light switch, bathing the room in bright white and nearly blinding himself. He squinted into the mirror, a sneer plastering itself on his face as he looked at himself.

His eyes roamed over cheeks, dusted with freckles and marred by scarred over burns that still pinched his skin. He lightly ran his fingers over the one down by his chin, the one that ran down below his jaw and, at just the right angle, could be visible from under his bag. Pulling his hand away, he gave it the same treatment. He stared, disgusted, at the burns that dotted the backs of his hands and wound up certain fingers.

Content for the moment with his silent self-hate, he started the shower and stepped back to undress, quickly pulling off his clothes before stepping into the shower and closing the shower curtain behind him. He stood under the water for a good minute, his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes locked on the wall in front of him, and let the water soak his hair and run down his body.

With a sigh, he reached forward and grabbed the shampoo bottle off of the shelf beside him, trying to ignore the burns that marked their way up his arm. His got through cleaning his hair without much of a problem, but the second that he started with the body wash, he had to stop.

He couldn't stop himself from taking in each and every burn and scar that made his skin patchy and uneven. There were fewer marks on his legs, as they'd been mostly saved, but his arms, chest, and back were where it got...ugly. Long burns and scars stretched along his chest and up and down on his back. Though he couldn't see his back now, he had once, after... And he preferred to keep it that way; seeing the front of his body was bad enough.

Aggravation finally got the best of him, and he quickly got to work, washing his body as fast as possible, not wanting to stand there any longer. However, as he washed, he couldn't help but get even more agitated.

His face had been seen. Grayson had seen his face. No one had seen his face in years, save for Black Hat. He was sure 5.0.5. had caught him without his bag at least twice, but the bear was polite enough to never bring it up. But this was a hero. Heroes were not allowed to know who he really was.

Flug angrily turned the water off and pulled the shower curtain to the side, grabbing the towel from the bar on the wall. He didn't even bother to dry himself, instead, he wrapped the towel around his waist and walked back into his room, dripping wet and hellbent on-

Shit

"SHIT! I-I-I mean, uh, Jefecito! Wha-What are you-... Y-You're in my room?"

The demon, who had been idly picking at his gloves under the light of the bedside lamp, slowly rose from his sitting position on Flug's bed, an almost amused expression on his face.

"It would appear that I am, Flug. Is there a problem with that?"

"Um, n-no! Not-- Not at all! You just, uh, s-surprised me! Heh..." he trailed off with nervous laughter, suddenly feeling self-conscious.