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Exorcist Log #1: A Lesson on Believing

Exorcist Log #2: A Lesson on Leaving Talismans Alone

"In no way shape or form is that your name!" Momo pointed accusingly at Ken who looked at her like she was crazy. 

"Um- yeah I'm like 100% positive that it is my name." He responded. Momo continued to push back, telling him to change his name which made him even more confused. You stood between the two, your eyes darting back and forth. 

"Well I am making a new rule, you will go by Okarun instead." Momo stated. You laughed at Ken's ongoing confusion, and laughed even harder as Momo continued to threaten him. 

The three of you then began your journey back to civilization. Momo continued to taunt Okarun all the way there, poking fun at the fact that though he tried to deny it, he didn't mind the nickname that she had given him to use. 

You continued to hold his arm to avoid him getting taken over by Turbo Granny's curse. You had toyed with the thought of just having him wear your rosary, but you wondered if the holy object would do more harm than good if he was the one directly touching it. You continued to walk beside him silently as him and Momo continued to argue. Your head still hurt and you still felt quite sluggish from whatever the hell the aliens had been doing to get you 'aroused'. 

It didn't help at all when the sun began to shine in your eyes. 

"Welp, Turbo Granny won't be out and about now that it's morning." You chirped. Momo groaned and Okarun frowned. 

"Well then I guess you're both coming to my place, cause let's face it you both are looking pretty rough, you more so." Momo said, looking at Okarun specifically. You both nodded. You didn't really wanna walk home just wearing Okarun's shirt and Ryuji would kill you...so Momo's it is. 

"My Grandma's really strict about guys so be careful, she almost killed my last boyfriend." Momo said nonchalantly, walking peacefully through the entrance. You chuckled. You remembered the look on Seiko's face when she had brought him over one day and she looked downright murderous. 

You followed after Momo, keeping your pinky linked with Okarun's as you tried to walk him through. Only for the boy to be lit on fire. 

"Oh shit! Momo throw him in the water!" You screamed. The psychic locked her hands on Okarun before hoisting him into the stream. 

"Are you okay?" Momo called over to him, watching as steam rose into the air. You raced back over to the boy, trying to ignore the feeling of your socks getting wet as you went into the ditch. You had to make sure his curse didn't take over. 

"I thought I was going to die." The boy whimpered. You tried to comfort him while Momo figured out the root cause. 

"Sorry Okarun a barrier was up, you can come in now I went ahead and took it down." The boy stared at her, not quite believing that he would be okay, you gave him a reassuring smile before pulling him through the threshold. Momo mimicked an umpire muttering a 'safe' under her breath. But then she started to laugh. 

"Oh my gosh your hair! It looks like an old lady perm!" Momo cackled, walking inside her home. You tried not to laugh but it was useless as giggles started pouring out of your mouth. Okarun frowned but he couldn't stay angry. 

You looked really pretty when you laughed. 

He shook his head. Focus on not looking like a total idiot first. You started walking into the house, keeping Okarun close behind you. 

"I don't think my grandmas here so you're safe for now." Momo jokingly threatened, laughing slightly when she saw Okarun freeze up. "Now let's head up to my room and get changed." 

The three of you walked upstairs, Okarun becoming in awe of Momo's bedroom. You had to admit, her room was sick, it was part of the reason you stayed over all the time. 

"Shut the door so me and Y/n can get changed." You separated from the boy so he could close the door behind you. Big mistake. Only a moment later, a half cursed Okarun was breaking back into the room. 

"Miss L/n, Miss Ayase, it's happening again!" Momo screamed throwing him back out of the room. You grabbed the pants she had grabbed for you and raced out into the hallway where a a partially transformed Okarun lay, groaning in pain. 

"Okay Okarun let's do this." You placed his hand on the top of your head while you slipped on the pants. "I hope you don't mind that I keep your shirt on? I figure it's easier so you can still be able to touch me." You spoke, ignoring how each word made Okarun more and more flustered. 

"NO! I mean- yeah it's fine." 

Momo sensing Okarun getting a little happy decided to throw clothes to hit him square in the face. 

"Here is a hoodie you can borrow Y/n, and I tossed you some clothes to put on too Okarun, they're mine but they're baggy so they should fit. Okarun looked down at the clothing items and scowled slightly. Hello Kitty. She had tossed him Hello Kitty Pj bottoms and a matching pink t shirt. When he looked back up at the culprit she was smiling devilishly. 

"So how's it feel like without your junk?" Momo asked with a small smirk. Okarun yelled in embarrassment. 

"Momo that was a crazy thing to ask." You scolded but she just shrugged her shoulders. "It's true. Since that's Turbo Granny's like whole thing shouldn't we check to see if it's really gone?"

Okarun turned around and looked into his underpants before letting out a bloodcurdling scream. 

"OMG it really is gone! Let me see!" You said excitedly. 

After trying to sweet talk your way into seeing what isn't currently in Okarun's pants, and failing, things once again turned somber. 

"You know I'm sorry for getting us into this mess...I was just-...I was just so desperate to talk to the both of you and I guess aliens was the only way to do it...now because of me both of you are in danger. You guys live in a totally different world than I do so after this is over let's just forget we ever met." Okarun said sadly, avoiding your gaze. 

"That's the only thing thats wrong with you is that you assume such negative things about yourself. The reason why you don't have any friends is because you just push people away." Momo responded, joining the two of you in the hall. 

"...Bitch." Okarun said, you gasped at the language, stepping aside as Momo lunged at him. Their fight was quickly put on hold as the doorbell rang. The sound was unnerving, and you could tell that the fact it was going off was bad news considering the look on Momo's face was less than happy. 

"My grandma said there's two doorbells installed...one for human and the other...the other for evil spirits." Momo said in a hushed voice. You could see a shadow spread from underneath the front door. 

"Momo, you forgot to put the talisman back on." You whispered, dread filling your body. Where the hell was Seiko when you needed her. 

"Okay there's only one thing we can do, Okarun, Y/n you guys have to get off the property. I have to go set the talisman back up because then that thing will just catch fire like this idiot did." Momo stated. You nodded, giving her a thumbs up while Okarun let out a noise of offense. 

Your plan was short lived as a wall closed appeared, closing off all exits. 

"So much for the talisman idea." You sighed. your eyes darted around you, trying to find the source of all this. Your detective work was quickly stopped by the feeling of drops hitting your lips. You put your hand up to your mouth to figure out what the liquid was. 

Blood. 

"Hey guys..." You started, turning around to find Okarun and Momo in the same state. Blood pouring out of their noses. However, their gazes weren't trained on you at all, instead they looked behind you. You twisted your head over so slightly to peer behind you. 

You froze as you saw a giant emitting black fog from his mouth. He hung upside down like a bat and he looked at the three of you like he wanted to kill you. 

"I have found you evil people. You did not keep your promise." The being growled, before clappimg his hand together, sending wind so strong it threatened to blow you over. Before you guys could even understand the full extent of what was going on, the being threw his fist at you. Momo soved you and Okarun to the side, keeping all of you from getting hit. 

Then you guys began to run. 

Running could not get you far enough, the monster once again punched at the three of you, this time landing the hit and launching you guys at the wall.

"Give me your banana!" The being shouted. 

Hold on...banana? 

"You've got to be kidding me! ANOTHER ALIEN?!" You shouted. 

"It's a flatwoods monster. They were first spotted in an American town called Flatwoods. Later they were seen here in Yamanashi." Okarun said, totally geeking out. As if sensing you guys putting the pieces together, the alien portruded more poisonous fog. 

"The aliens from yesterday must've sent them." You muttered, feeling yourself grow dizzier. 

"We have to hurry before this fog kills us." Momo stated, you tried to pay attention but you were fading fast. Your nose would not stop bleeding and it was starting to take a bigger tole on you then it was on the other two. 

You could feel yourself falling forward when a big blast came through the wall behind you. Momo grabbed your arm and ran, Okkarun following close behind, all three of you screaming. Okkarun was half transformed by the time you got to your new hiding place. You grabbed onto his forearm to try and reverse the turbo granny-ness but you could only do so much. 

"Miss L/n." Okkarun whispered. You opened your eyes to look at him, mumbling a 'hm'. 

"I will fight, it's the only way. I'm not scared of aliens...do you think theres anyway you could release the physical part of my curse but keep my head on straight?" 

You nodded slowly. If physical touch helped keep the curse down completely, maybe prayer could help. 

"I will focus on shielding us." Momo said from behind you. Okkarun nodded just as the alien had once again found your hiding space. Momo had gotten you three to safety before the aline could strike. 

The aline looked at you all with disgust, raising his leg and bringing it down with enough force that it shook the ground beneath you, tearing up the concrete and throwing it towards you. Then you started to pray. 

Our father who art in heaven

Hallowed be thy name 

The broken concrete got closer and Momo got more nervous, putting up a wall to protect you. 

Thy kingdom come

Thy will be done

Okkarun struggled through your prayer, trying to find a good mix between him and turbo granny but it was proving much more difficult than he had first thought. His body shook uncontrollably as the curse took over his arms turning into those akin of a demon from the lowest puts of hell, his mouth becoming full of long sharp teeth and his hair becoming long, white and unruly. 

On Earth as it is in Heaven

Give us this day our daily bread 

and forgive us our trespasses 

as we forgive those who trespass against us

The force of the kick was coming closer and closer, the ground rumbled with anger, spitting out large blocks of concrete with every inch it grew closer. Momo could feel herself grow more and more anxious, trying her hardest to solidify the wall that she had molded around you. 

And lead us not into temptation 

But deliver us from evil 

Amen

Okkarun grabbed you and Momo, evading the blast entirely. You looked up at the transformed Okkarun. His hair was white with streaks of red and it blew behind him like it was defying gravity. He wore a mask of teeth that looked just like turbo granny's. His eyes were bright red and his face was lined with red tattoos. 

His speed was as fast as lightning. 

"I'm brimming with power," and lord oh lord was his voice low, "but I'm totally depressed." 

You could feel your face heating up. 

"His psyche is totally broken..."Momo said, "I've come down with the blues." Okkarun or well Turborun replied. 

You wiped at your nose that was still dripping blood. "Sorry to interrupt this self discovery guys but we've really got kick this guys ass." 

"I'm sorry for being such an awkward guy." Turborun replied. Momo grabbed his collar and shook him around.

"I TOLD YOU NOT TO SAY THAT!" 

Turborun continued to self deprecate as he walked towards the oncoming alien who looked more than happy to put the boy out of his misery. You continued to mutter the "Our Father" under your breath considering that was keeping him only partially transformed. The alien raised his arms up, before slamming them back down, clapping them over Okkarun. 

After a moment you realized that Okkarun had somehow avoided the attack, instead holding the aliens finger in his mouth. 

"Turbo Granny's power really came in handy right there, but I still feel so dejected..." Depressedrun said...dejectedly. The alien looked at Okkarun in confusion, peering over the boys body. 

You could feel your head grow fuzzier, you eyes feeling more like lead. More blood continued to fall from your nose, you went to wipe it but felt like you had no control of your limbs. 

Momo looked at Okkarun who appeared to be lagging, his curse almost losing battery. 

"What's going on?" She shouted at the boy, she then turned to look at you, only to watch you collapse to the ground. 

"Shit Y/n." Momo yelled, running over to where you had passed out, however when she looked back at Okkarun she found him getting beaten to a pulp by the alien. Using her powers she pulled the boy forward towards the two of you. 

"Sorry Miss Ayase, my body can't support the curse that well. My body feels like it's going to burst into a million pieces." Okkarun exhaustedly apologized. Momo watched the aliens stance as he glared at the three of you. His legs spread wide and his waist sitting closer to the ground. He squared his shoulders, bringing his hands low. 

"Wait..is he sumo wrestling?" Momo questioned aloud. "Maybe if we get his hand to touch the ground..we will win." 

"Miss Ayase you're a genius!"

"I knew I was!" Momo then looked at you, you looked sickly most likely because of the fog the alien had been spitting into the air. She knelt down to you, moving hair away from your face. 

"Don't worry Y/n, we've got this." Momo whispered.

"Okkarun you go by that things legs, I will use my psychic powers to make the thing trip. I only know some of whatever prayer Y/n was using so we have to make those few lines count." Momo said, readying her abilities for the massive pull she was about to perform. 

Okkarun changed into his semi cursed form as Momo began to mutter the first few lines of the prayer, as the aline began his attack so did they. Okkarun ran right through the aliens knee, separating it from the bottom half of his leg. Momo locked her hands on the target before pulling his straight to the ground. 

As soon as his hand met the cold concrete, it began to disperse into tiny spheres, only for the aline to reform. This time immediately going for Momo. The sumo wrestler with his reformed arm, grabbed Momo, throwing her into the wall before releasing a barrage of attacks. The psychic was hardly holding up, trying to recite the prayer as much as she could to keep Okkarun from going full curse. 

"YOU'VE GOTTA TRUST ME OKKARUN!" Momo screamed, before using her psychic powers to bring Okkarun to her position, outside the Tori Gate. Okkarun barely got a grasp of what was going on before he noticed a very angry you walking up to the wall.

"You thought I was gonna miss all the action a second time? You thought wrong motherfucker!" You yelled, before placing the talisman on the gate. You watched at the alien turned into one big beam of light before disappearing. 

You walked up to your friends who rested outside the gate, unable to fully catch their breaths. 

"I really thought I was gonna die." Momo sighed. Okkarun began to transform again but you beat the curse too it, running through the gate and touching his arm. When you finally got a good look at him, you realized that his hair had changed. 

"Okkarun your hairs all wavy now." 

"Wait it is?" Okkarun questioned, his hands going up to touch the strands on top of his head. 

"I really like it like that." You said with a soft smile, making the boy blush. 

"Oh really? I really liked the granny perm more." Momo said sarcastically, making Okkarun's eye twitch. 

"You always know how to ruin the moment don't you?" 

"Oh shut up curse boy!" 

you watched silently as the two started to argue before laughing loudly. You laugh startled them, but the two couldn't help the heat that rushed to their cheeks. It didn't stop them from glaring at eachother either. 

"Oh crap." You said suddenly, before passing out. 

It was then that Okkarun's curse began to take over. 

A/N:

"Calling him seafood is pretty lame..." Muko criticized, twirling her makeup applicator in her hand. 

Momo's head raised from the desk, big, waterfall like tears streaming down her face. "Can't you guys cut me some slack? My first boyfriend just broke up with me!" She cried, her lips forming a pout angst tears. 

"Last time I checked, I did tell you not to go out with him." You cooed, your eyes peering ever so slightly above your magazine at your friend. You loved Momo to death, but she wasn't the best at picking guys. She always seemed to go after the unsavory ones.

"Oh shaddup, you're lacking in the relationship department too." Momo sneered. You arched your brow in distaste which shut her up pretty quickly. 

"Why'd you even fall for the asshole in the first place?" Muko asked. You couldn't say you weren't curious either. Her ex had dickbag written all over him, there had to be at least one redeeming quality. 

"He looked like Ken Takakura..." 

Nevermind....

"Again?"

"You're such a dork."

"I can't defend you this time Mo." 

"There's nothing weird about liking strong, silent types like Ken Takakura!" Momo shouted. You slammed your face into your magazine to ignore the stares from your other classmates that her proclamation had brought on. 

"There's definitely something wrong with you Momo." 

You followed closely behind Momo as she dragged her feet down the hallway. As much as you loved to make fun of her, you had to admit seeing her in such a sluggish and depressed state was enough to make you upset. 

"I just want a guy like Ken Takakura...is that too much to ask universe?" she groaned. You giggled. 

"I don't think the universe is going to just hand you a Ken Takakura, Mo-" Your sentence was cut off at the sound of jeers and laughing. You could recognize a few of the voices from your place in the hall as some of the schools most notorious bullies. Momo darted into the classroom without a second thought and you were quick to follow. 

Momo sat in a chair directly in front of the boy who was being harassed, while you darted to the group of boys. When they went to throw another paper ball, Momo's death glare stopped them in their tracks. 

"Hey boys~" You cooed, twirling a piece of your hair with your fingers, "I would love it if you guys stopped picking on my buddy over there. He's a dear friend of mine~" You said, pursing your lips into a pout strong enough to make a man swoon. And swoon they did. 

"Absolutely!" 

"We'll never bother him again." 

"Please go out with me?" The boys all spoke at once. You flipped your hair over your shoulder as you left the group and joined yourself once again with Momo. As soon as you returned, Momo decided that her work here was done as she sped towards the door. 

"They won't bother you again cutie!" You winked at the boy, giving him a salute before skipping off after your friend.

Momo walked crazily down the hallway, moaning and groaning to herself about how angry she was at the world and everyone living in it. 

"You know if you continue to walk like that you're gonna completely fuck up your posture." You called out after her. She stopped for a moment giving you some time to catch up to her. 

"Y/n your pretty privilege pisses me off sometimes..." Momo said huffing. You rolled your eyes. 

"Well it worked didn't it?" You responded. The two of you continued to bicker down the hall. 

"Miss Momo Ayase! Miss Y/n L/n!" You both turned around to find the boy you had just been defending running towards you.

"I think I know what you're into!" The boy shouted. You cocked your head to the side like a confused puppy. 

"I think I know what you're into!" He repeated once more, adjusting his glasses like some sort of madman. 

"Yeah you said that already." Momo responded, looking equally as confused. The boy however, was unfazed as he continued. 

"There's only one reason you both would be caught dead talking to me!" He began, you went to speak but Momo beat you to it. 

"No offense or anything, but we weren't looking to be all buddy buddy with you. We just saw you being harassed and figured we should do something about it. Honestly just forget that we even talked." You elbowed your friend, mumbling a small harsh in her direction. As if he wasn't paying attention to the cutting words of Momo at all, he shoved his publication in your faces. 

"This is why! You guys are interested in Project Pegasus! The United States President went to Mars and met with aliens!! You're into the occult aren't you!" You deadpanned. Aliens? Is he being for real?

You looked at Momo with shock written all over your face. What in tarnation was he on about. 

"Nah I don't believe in UFO's or aliens or any of that kind of stuff. Neither does Y/n." Momo said, waving her hand dismissively. 

"They aren't UFO's! They are UAP's," the occult boy said, shoving his book into your face and flipping to random pages. "Unidentified Ariel Phenomena! The US military has officially acknowledged the existence of UAP's and reformed their spaceforce! Now Japan has an aerospace defense force, can't you see they're gearing up for AN ALL OUT SPACE WAR!" 

You let your eyes finally focus on the words on the pages and began to read. 

"No offense dude but this is kind of insane." You responded. Momo grabbed your arm, letting out an annoyed goodbye to the boy and resuming your walk down the hall. 

"But wait theres this new photo of Nessie too! Theres also stuff about Lieutenant Colonel Jim Channon and Skinwalker ranch!" Occult boy said, flipping to new pages and trying to show them off. Momo however, was not having any of it, finally snapping at the boy. 

"ALL THIS NERDY CRAP IS WHY YOU'VE GOT NO FRIENDS!" Momo shouted, finally tweaking out fully. You raised your hand and smacked the back of her head. "That was so not necessary Mo." You scolded. You walked over to the dejected boy and bent over to pick up his book, swiping off the dust as you handed it back over. Momo walked up behind you just as crestfallen. 

"I'm sorry...it's just been a.. very rough day. I'm not a huge alien believer or anything but I mean I do believe in ghosts." Momo stated, refusing to make eye contact. You nodded. "Yeah ghosts are for sure real, aliens however, no way." You added. 

"Theres no such thing as ghosts." Occult boy started chuckling. You deadpanned. There goes feeling bad for the guy. 

"You know for your information my grandmas a real life medium." You nodded from beside the girl, "And Y/n here, her cousin is studying to be an exorcist." You smiled proudly thinking of your cousin. He worked his ass off to get into that academy and you couldn't be more proud of Bon. 

"Have you even seen an exorcism before? The possessed person goes into full on convulsions!~" Momo cooed, you whispered a 'boom'. 

"Ilnesses cause convulsions too y'know." Occult boy responded snarkily. Momo and the boy started to wrestle, you cheered Momo on from a safe distance. Muko and Miko decided to make an appearance, walking down the stairs and deadpanning at the actions displayed by the three of you. 

"I dare you to go to someplace haunted!" Momo yelled, "Yeah and if you see a ghost you have to be me and Mo's gofer for the rest of the year." You added on, crossing your arms in front of your chest. 

"Yeah and you two go where there is UFO's- I mean UAP's and if you see one you two will be my gofers!" said the boy. 

Boy oh boy was that a mistake. 

"This place is crazy creepy." You commented, hiding behind Momo who used her phone light to guide the two of you down the halls. You peered around at the place occult guy had sent you. The walls around you literally looked like they were decaying. Wires fell from exposed parts of ceilings, and hospital gurneys were strewn around the place as if everyone had left in a major hurry. Nagi General Hospital...what a terrifying place. 

"You know this looks like the kind of place ghosts would actually show up at." you uttered, jumping at every little noise. 

"Nagi hospital is known to be a UFO hotspot, if you go up to the roof, you're bound to be abducted by aliens." Occult boy responded excitedly. 

"Wait what do you mean by abducted?" Momo asked worriedly as you two began to walk up the stairs to the next floor. 

"That's when an alien kidnaps you and does experiments on your body." The boy spoke almost evily. You shuddered. You tuned the two out as you continued to look around the building, just waiting for something to jump out at you any second. You finally tuned back into the conversation when you heard your name. 

"Have you even seen a ghost Miss L/n?" The boy asked. 

"Ghost? No, but I have seen demonic possession before when I was really young. It's the whole reason my cousin wants to be an exorcist." You said with a frown. You remember that night so vividly. All the people that died, each being set ablaze from the inside by blue flames. You couldn't even fathom the feeling. Being scorched from the inside. The other two went silent, noticing the somber tone you had. 

"Anyways~ Cutie try not to get possessed~" You said back to the boy. He let out a flustered response and you giggled. The three of you all continued to explore the places you had been sent. The silence was somewhat comforting considering you were still so scared. However, the calm was interrupted by the storm: in the shape of a scream. 

"A GHOST!" Occult boy shouted, you could hear the thunderous roars of his feet against the pavement as he ran away from the entity. 

"Wait don't run!" Momo tried to warn, but it was too late. The boy continued to race to the outside, trying to rationalize outloud that it wasn't a ghost at all, just a horny old woman. 

"If you're going to run don't let her catch you! If she does they say she'll put a curse on you!" You yelled into the phone. However, the phone call glitched out only a moment later, Occult-kun's screams echoing through the speaker. You and Momo turned around trying to find where you had come from. However, it seemed like the building had begun to glitch, the lights that had been shining through the windows, shut off simultaneously, revealing the haunting silhouettes of three individuals. 

You both froze. 

"Momo are you seeing-"

"What the fuck?" Momo screamed, grabbing your hand and taking off down the hallway. Despite her quick thinking, the three quickly caught up to the two of you. As they wrapped their hands around your bodies, you let out a bloodcurdling scream. 

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When you opened your eyes, you found yourself in a bright, almost blinding room. You looked down to find your clothes stripped from your body, only leaving your undergarments. When you looked beside you, you saw Momo is the same state, naked and just as panicked as you were. 

"Greeting human women, we are Serpoians. We are called that because we come from the planet Serpo. Do not be afraid we are a friendly species." The one oddly shaped man said. 

"In my experience, friendly guys don't go around stripping helpless women!" Momo said defiantly. You were too panicked to even move. Chills wracked through your whole body. You couldn't tell if it was because of the cold or the sheer fear that befell you. 

"Our species in all male, so we are only able to reproduce through clone technology." the alien continued. His words fell on deaf ears as Momo continued to scream at him about letting the two of you go. 

"Since we are unable to reproduce, evolution does not occur. This has led to conflict as well as basic emotions being annihilated." the second Serpo said. Your heart stopped. You had a bad feeling you knew where this conversation was going. 

"For us Serpoians to reach a reproductive ability similar to humans, we require the usage of your 'banana' organs. Which means we will have intercourse with you. Afterwhich we will extract your uterus and your banana organs for research purposes." The third Serpo said. You felt ill. 

"No way in hell are you doing that!" You shouted, anger taking the place of fear. Your courage was short lived when the three aliens raised their arms around you and Momo. You could feel your brain go all fuzzy. 

"Our psychokinesis may not work on you, but it does seem to be working on your friend." The Serpoian said to Momo, closing in on you. 

"NO LEAVE HER ALONE-" Momo shouted and then the phone rang. 

The Serpo who had been holding your legs, wondered over to Momo's phone that they had left on the ground. He picked it up, his face bathed in a red light. He checked the screen only to be met with a kick to the face. The phone fell to the floor, permeating the ruby color. You watched as a demonic looking hand crawled out from the screen. The hand dragged the rest of the body out, a head raced to the Serpoians. The head was home to two rows of crooked teeth that then latched on to the nether region of the alien. The mouth then sent the alien flying into the wall. 

"I'm so sorry Miss L/n and Miss Ayase. The lady was a ghost. Turbo Granny cursed me." The ghosts head revealed a slight sliver of Occult-kun's face. His voice sounded as if it was glitching. 

"Oh my god Occult-kun you've gotta help us!" Momo shouted. Your head continued to spin, you could barely tell what was going on around you. You tried to focus your eyes on what was going on around you, but you could only watch as Occult-kun and the Serpoians took turns throwing eachother around. You shook your head, trying to remove whatever spell the aliens had put on you. 

"For the longest time I endured bullying from all of my peers. I hoped and prayed and wished that aliens would save me from the hell I was living day to day, but you never showed up! Miss Ayase and Miss L/n were the only people that have ever stood up for me, and now I won't let you hurt them!" Occult-kun screamed. Though you couldn't make out his figure, you could still understand his words. 

"You hear! I'd do anything for them. I would even turn into a monster." Occult-kun screamed, letting Turbo granny take over his body fully once more. 

"Kick all their asses!" Momo yelled. You finally felt somewhat normal again until you could feel the immense pressure once more. "We can't be friends with violent humans like you, besides we prefer human womens bananas instead. I will now commence with the arousal." the remaining alien said. 

Your body felt like it was on fire and your head felt as heavy as lead. You tried to will yourself to fight back, but you were exhausted. All you could do was pray. There was no rite of exorcism for aliens...sadly. All you could do was pray for someone to save you. Then everything went dark.

Momo watched with tearful eyes as you passed out. 

'Release your chi Momo' Her grandmothers voice played through her head. 

'Firm up the muscles in your tummy then picture your chi shoot up from the top of your head' Momo tightened up, "Let's do this." she whispered to herself. 

Then it was as if reality had shattered around her. "My grandma really isn't a fake and now I have the power to take you scumbags on! I told you to leave Y/n alone!" Momo shouted, channeling her powers into her leg and kicking at the Serpoian and sending him flying. 

The UFO began to shatter around you. Momo ran to the chair which you were still passed out in, breaking the ties around your wrists. As she did that Turbo/Occult-grannykun fell from the ceiling onto Momo. However, as the ghost reached the ground it was forced from Occult-kuns body. 

"Of course theres a goddamn exorcist here-" She snarled, looking at your body. Momo looked to see what exactly she had her eyes on, only to find you wearing the Rosary your cousin had gave you. Was that what had expelled Turbo Granny from Occult-kuns body? 

"It's no matter I still am in possession on that boy's dong, and as long as I got it he's still cursed. If you want it back, go to the tunnel you tacky little bitch." she growled, peeling away. 

"Who you calling tacky you wrinkly old ghost hag!" Momo shouted after her. The UFO continued to fall apart around the three of you. It was crashing and it was crashing quickly. 

"Occult-kun grab Y/n!" Momo shouted, as the UFO fell from the sky. 

"....I was almost smashed by aliens. I guess I have to believe in them now." Momo grumbled. 

"And I was cursed so...I believe in ghosts now too." Occult-kun looked down to find you nuzzled into his side. He wasn't sure how the crash hadn't managed to wake you up at all. 

“So what do we do from here?” Momo asked, pulling the jacket she had borrowed from the boy. 

“I don’t know..” Occult-kun responded. 

“Well as long as Y/n is touching you, you won’t be taken over by your curse. Speaking of that, the only thing we can do is return to the tunnel and beat Turbo Granny’s ass since she’s the one that cursed you.” Momo stated matter of factly. 

“Then I should probably head over there-“

”No without us two you can’t-“ Momo interrupted. Occult-kun began to unbutton his shirt, throwing it over your unconscious body. 

“Listen this whole thing is my fault and I refuse to involve you and Miss L/n is whatever happens next. I’ll use sheer willpower to make it to the tunnel but I can’t let you both get involved.” Occult-kun stated, refusing to make eye contact. He moved to get up but your hand stopped him. 

“Look sleepy Y/n is right, after everything that has happened I can’t let you do this alone so please let us help you. We got into this mess together so we will get out of it together.” Momo said. You sleepily agreed, your eyes finally beginning to crack back open. You smiled softly. 

“Whatever Mo said I agree.” You spoke gently, completely missing the red that had begun to spread across Occult-kuns cheeks.

“I’m sorry..I’m such an awkward guy…Miss L/n could you please put on the shirt I gave you? I don’t think I’ll be able to think straight if you don’t.” He said quietly. You could feel your heart begin to race as you quickly threw the shirt on and buttoned it. 

Momo could feel herself grow frustrated at the flush that had overtaken your cheeks at his words, but she couldn’t quite pinpoint why she felt that way. Damn him for saying one of Ken Takakuras famous lines, no wonder you grew so flustered.

”Sorry but my memory for names is total shit, what was yours again?” Momo grit her teeth as she asked.

”Oh…my names Ken…Ken Takakura.” And from behind you, the ship exploded.

A/N:

any Blue Exorcist fans in the house? You probably may recognize the name Bon and the story of Satan! I thought it would be cool to include blue exorcist cameos since MC is going to be an exorcist. 

I hope nobody takes ill to the fact that MC will be canonically Christian but with Catholic themes. I only did this because I myself was raised Catholic and I’m more well versed in Catholic exorcisms because small Tortilla family lore, my uncle was an exorcist. 

Sitting at the school entrance, the cold wall began to feel intrusive. Stabbed into your back, joints aching from your crouched, inclined position, the prolonged pressure at your spine from supporting your weight kept you uncomfortable. And only seemed to build up without stop.

It was a long day, no, a long week, as you lay unmoving in your state, bones and muscle aching from how long you've been curled up by the gates. It was dark out. It was useless, and maybe even dangerous. You didn't fully know. As you watched the clock in the corner of your vision, you could only be grateful that maybe the dull aches at your back were the lesser of evils, knowing that if you didn't bring your jacket out today you'd have ran home immediately without a second thought. It wasn't just from the cold, but also because of a thing with your modesty.

It was fine; the light illuminated you, but it'd be off soon, right? Fingers feeling into your warm school jacket, you made yourself as small as possible to face the world. It was useless, but comforting. Squeezing in on yourself, you could make sense of yourself, through the meaningless action. From finger to toe, weak and scared. Stupid. Out of nowhere, you heard a light gasp.. you prayed it wasn't a teacher. You could've sworn you saw them leave already. Though truly who could be here at this hour?

Chewing, you bit your lip, the soft flesh giving way and pliable to your sudden hit of annoyance.

Couples. Ugh. They were the worst things. All giggling. Could they spend an hour off of eachother? Idiots. But asking them to get off eachother might be in their favour, actually. Snapping out of your thoughts, you blinked up at the sudden intrusion, tongue on your lip to soothe the ache of the wound that just so happened to burden you. No, the weather was dry out. No way you bit that hard in the sight of a- ugh.. vomit-inducing couple. Even the man looked ugly. Poor girl.

"What.. what's going on." He asked politely. Yeah, okay. This guy was? In your class. Maybe. You nodded, waiting for him to run along. Sorry for souring your date. Buddy. Stupid.. baldy. "Hey." Insistent, so much so that in fact, your solo date had begun to be ruined. Feeling rude to just ignore him, you could only manage an apology in a small voice, in hopes of dismissing him. With eyes back on your knees, the light from the wall was obstructed by his head, which shielded it from blaring into you from the corner of your eye. But his large shadow engulfing you only served to piss you off at his seemingly large, intimidating form. "Answer me, what're you doing here?" Really? If his girlfriend isn't here, how mad would she be at you when she comes back. "I'm.. waiting. For my boyfriends." A sudden devilish grin took over you halfway through the sentence. Boyfriends, though?! Multiple? You must've gotten ahead of yourself. Beginning to kneel beside you, he couldn't see as fear shot through your every vein at the sudden close contact, his girlfriend was a problem, sure, but he was picking you up!! For sure! "What're you doing here." "..I can't go home." "..."

Looking away for a moment to think, but it was over the second he started. "Wanna crash at mine?" Zuma said, almost unapologetic in his tone. Sleeping together, that's basically sex?! He suddenly moved, standing up, as half in shock you followed suit, he began to walk and called you over to get across the gates together. Why was he holding literally only an umbrella? And leaving behind his girlfriend? This was bad news. What a sleaze. "A-and your.. girlfriend?" "Girlfriend?" He looked dumbfounded. "No I.. I'm just here for my umbrella." "Wow, is it that useful to you?" Wow. He totally paused. In fact, you were walking in front of him now. "Mhm." Maybe he was caught off guard by the question. Oh god, what if it has like a totally touching story? You made a mental note to not bring it up anymore. "I don't live far, so the walk won't be long." Filling up the silence, you almost felt bad as the response from you was really flaccid, having just nodded conservatively, not wanting to connect with such a sleazebag who picks up girls after dark.

This run down.. what? Well it wasn't a motel, was it? Probably not, right?! The gentle clanging of shoes against steel stairs left you unsettled, everything here was unnerving. Why did you agree, even? Well could you refuse him? Did you even have the balls to talk to a guy, nevertheless turn him down?! No, no one step at a time. You spoke with him, you slept with him. The rest will come after. Maybe marriage? You weren't sure how to even hold the rails up the stairs. Don't you tear condoms with your teeth?! This world was so scary. Only really standing around and licking your lips as they dried, feet moving on autopilot, the blood a fading but very real taste in your mouth. The inside of his house was cleean. His dad was cleean. And looked furiously to his son for a reasonable explanation for why he came back with a girl by his side. He's so sleazy even his dad is pissed. Haha, this'll be fun to watch. "It's fine, it's fine, it's not what you're thinking," Yeah, lie to your dad, silly boy. Seeing him flustered is a good change of pace. "She just needs a place to sleep for a night."

Then, his dad's eyes roamed over to you. Wow. Intense stare. You weren't any part of this sick deal, you wanted to say. This isn't my plan, to lie to you! For a moment, you just wanted to keel over and apologize. "Okay." He answered, "I'm going to shower. There's food on the table for you." His dad's voice was gruff, but a bit cool. "..actually, I'll make something for her too." He pushed himself up on his feet. Wow, a muscular son and a muscular dad. And Zuma sat at the low table half wondering what the etiquette was for having a girl over and half hungry. In the end, you shuffled to the table, sitting next to him. Waited for the food, gave thanks and.. listened to the sound of his dad's shower. Hahahahaha. The man was quick, you could tell that. What an air of life to him. Seemed like a righteous, strict dad. Did they live alone, together? No wonder his cooking was so good. You haven't had actual hot food in a while. "Do you like it?" He didn't even care about your soundless replies anymore. Focusing on eating, he finished awfully fast and put his plate at the sink. Going into his room to change, you made a silent bet to yourself on who does the dishes. Two boxes of milk tomorrow for you if it's Zuma.

Wondering if you have to sleep in uniform, you didn't really bring yourself to care, drinking soup and eating rice. You weren't fast by any rate, and could feel time almost slowing down in this cozy home. It's been a while since you were away from the attention of either your parents or your teachers, and you could only dread the day that would come tomorrow when there's nobody to extend their sympathies to you for the night. He kind of stared at you after noticing you'd had still been eating, maybe the shock coming from the all male household. Trying to finish up quicker, you shovelled the fish and vegetables into your bowl and finished, a bit upset at yourself for forcing it down but still, it was more than rude not to. He was being so sweet.. well, was he? Maybe you wouldn't have to teeth the condom, but he did. He was just a sleazy nice.

"Put them in the sink, I'll wash them." Bingo! Hurriedly planting the emptied dishes in the sink, you watched him push up the sleeves of his sweats, looking away from his forearms. Was he crazy, showing those off? This must be him trying something. Refusing to watch the show, your gaze flitted around the small but well settled in home, as he asked you to wear a shirt and shorts in his room while he finishes up the dishes. He could only palm his mouth when you came out in his boxers and shirt, your clothes bundled up in your hands then pushed into your schoolbag. His hand had been wiped off with some towels, but his lips were definitely glistening.. along with his chin, after he took his hand off his face. Bingo. This man was a woman eater. In the meantime, you noticed his dad coming out of his room, wondering if you two actually managed to change at the same time, both of them wearing matching sweats was actually kind of cute. Actually, don't dads not bring clothes into the shower? You had a single mom, so you didn't know. Dad must've slipped out when you were out of the living room to not let you see him in just a towel. What a sight that must've definitely been, he was a well built.. "It's getting late. You two, head to bed." With a silent exit, he turned back to his room, gently closing the door and probably settling in to his bed. Zuma blinked for a moment and told you to shower first, but you declined, "..please go first." With a voice that small, he felt almost rude to press further.

When he was out, you stepped in to a hot and steamy bathroom! The walls dripped with condensation, there was a stool and everything you could've asked for except conditioner. Your diet was so bad that your hair was wholly dependent on the stuff, so you opted to just rinse your head with water and wash up with body wash, then..! The long awaited moment. The bath! The wooden cover was easily peeled, folded back as you stepped in gingerly, savoring the moment. They had it set at a higher temperature than you did at home. Often you were too lazy to prepare a bath yourself so you'd visit bathhouses instead, so this was like.. a premium luxury spa.

?! In a family.. don't you use the same water for everyone, and then drain?!

Looking at the water, gleaming back up at you. This is the same water that he?! Pulling back a bit, feeling utterly harassed and uncomfortable, you fought back by actually drinking the water. Yeah, serves you right. How's the taste of that?! I'm a huge pervert too! Ahh! This was your own bathwater, too.. did you wash your ass crack?! This was so scary! This house was so scary! What the fuck?! Getting the hell out of the tub, the hot water remained a second skin of warmth, as hot tears accompanied it, rolling down the awfully pained expression on your face from an unknown conflict unrelentingly felt at your gut. Shuffling your clothes onto drying damp skin, the door shut with a loud bang as Zuma looked at you conflicted. Why did you look like a mess straight out the bath? Isn't it the opposite way around? Peeking out his doorway, a bit worried about the noise waking his dad. Was there a cockroach..?

Pretending like you didn't do something wholly scummy, you smiled and shuffled over to him, quietly bowing in thanks for the bath. "We don't really have a spare futon, so I'll sleep in the living room." Huh? "You can use mine." What. That was impossible. A boy's room? His bed? His used bed.. the same one he grew up in and had wet dreams in and peed himself in when he was young. Having shut his bedroom door half in shock and half in refusal, you sat down, eyes to the floor. He spoke through the door at your obvious decline, "..I wont sleep well if I know I let a girl sleep on the cold hard floor as my guest."

As he pulled the door back open, he saw the lithe docile scene of his beloved guest on his floor in front of his bedroom door completely kneeling, hand under head on the cold hard floor. You wanted to rip his skull out. To think that you'd ever need to be in a man's room. "I don't wanna burden you any further so please let me sleep here."

He had no choice but to agree and mutter a short 'goodnight' after handing you an extra blanket and pillow.

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What a shitty sleep. Waking up with his hand on his stomach, he sat up in his bed and blinked himself just-conscious. Talking about shitty, he needed to use the toilet. Sliding open his door, hand scratching his stomach under his sweats, he wondered what these aches were from. Was it stress? Did he sleep in a bad position, or actually too deeply? He felt so uncoordinated. Getting himself to the toilet, he got a chaste look at last night, where he was changing the bathwater for his guest. Where he felt almost bad for getting her home. She seemed so lost and uncomfortable. Taking a quick piss, he washed his hands numbly and closed the bathroom door behind him with a quick twist of the doorknob. Turning the light off, he noticed it illuminate her sleepless face, sitting up with her back on her backpack, gaze stuck at her knees as if it were the only thing in the world. "..can't sleep?" He mumbled, voice low and cautious to not wake his father. Hoarse from sleep, he picked up some of the blanket on the floor and pulled it over her, a bit confused. "Do you want to.. eat something..?"

About to ask her what she's doing, he noticed her hands crossed on her knees.. and her chewing on her arm. Her face was a bit hard to tell in the dark light, but it didn't seem as though she was looking at him anyway. Tearing her arm off of her mouth, he asked her what she was doing, and she responded slowly, "..I can't sleep without.." "Without?" ".......my plushy." So totally done with her, he sighed and rubbed some of the sleep out his eyes, wondering what he could even do for her. "Are you scared?" There was no response. "Wait a moment.."

Quietly pushing his dad's room's door open, he thought of how he had a daughter. Rummaging in his closet, he found a little teddybear. Taking his time to get back out, he gingerly shut the door, "I'll apologize for you, so.." "No, it has to be my one." He groaned, slipping back in his dad's room to put the toy back. Sitting next to her afterward, he looked.. disheveled. In the moonlight, the subtle white glow on his face made him look just that much paler. "I'll sit with you. Better to stay up together, right?"

Noticing out of the corner of his eye as her arm came into light the numerous bite marks that littered now red skin. What happened? What on earth was she doing? Doesn't that hurt? "You're like a dog.." He said, in his tired state, as she smiled in response. "Sorry if I'm not good at this.. I never.. get to stay up anymore.." As he yawned into his knees, she similarly did the same. Eyelids heavy, he pressed his head into the wall, "..you can go to sleep." And immediately blacked out the moment he heard the words.

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Completely destabilising. Though his face was heavily blurred by shadow, sometimes he turns at a nice enough angle to reveal his face. Just when it feels easy enough to forget the situation you were in, his face comes back into view. It was driving you crazy. First, he probably felt the saliva on your arm when he fucking put you in check. Second, he didn't fucking wipe it on anything. Third, he wanted to keep you company. This was what a crazy person would do. Why does he always feel so welcome to do anything he wanted? You wish you had his confidence.

For a second imagining him falling asleep on your shoulder, you retreated into the soft blankets to hide your expression, from the very angelic sleeping beauty next to you. What a bother. It's like he'll die if he can't pry. Feeling his shirt, it was soft but in a breathable way. He was a sporty guy, so it made sense for his clothes to be loose and... you'll admit it, cold. The shirt was cold. Even with the blanket, it was fucking cold. Reaching for your jacket finally, he seemed to wake gently from your shuffling, so you started going at a snail's pace to let him keep. Sleeping. So he wouldn't talk to you anymore.

Looking him up and down, for a moment his trust was appreciated. His adams apple was so apparent.. his voice was gentle and soft. If someone were to see this scene right now, they might actually get the wrong idea. Feeling yourself drift off slightly, you saw his dad in the corner of your eye, and sat back up fully awake. "Hi." "Couldn't sleep?!" "Y-Yes." With a grumble, he head in the bathroom, coming back and scorning after he was finished, not believing someone was getting so close to his family. "I can't believe he sat so close." He stalked off to his room where he promptly collapsed in exhaustion, probably woken up by all the noise, and you shifted a bit farther from Zuma. What an overprotective dad. They were a nice family.

Rubbing over your arms, feeling the sting, you thought about how terrible it would be to bite him. His muscle would be a bad texture. He blinked in response, and you looked away, he woke up with his dad's voice?? Was the man that intimidating?! Giggling a bit, it was funny to see how normal he seemed when his dad was in the picture. Like.. one more thing in the food chain. He couldn't understand why you had stared, or that he fell asleep next to you. Starting conversation again, you silently cursed as he got all buddy buddy with you again.

"What-what time is it, anyway?" Looking around for the clock, it was two in the morning. He looked worried. Don't bite your arm, it's all red, but you couldn't care less. He got you some bread, but the plastic just crinkled in your hand. You didn't want to eat, not at all. "..your dad's mad at us." He had a feeling, he said. Palming his neck, he wondered aloud if he'd need to return to his room, and while you celebrated a silent victory, he changed his mind and kept sitting by you. Fighting every urge to take out your feelings on your arm, you moved awkwardly, staring all around the room then back at him. He kept getting confused today. *Your circulation must be good*, you wanted to say. *Since you exercise regularly.* but it sounded weird like a relative visiting. It's not like you've ever wanted to speak to him or people like him, but he seemed so tired. What an effort just to keep you company. What a waste of time.

Whatever, he'd forget about this anyway. "Why'd you invite me here?" "Oh.. I just wanted to. I'd regret it if I didn't." You couldn't even call him self centered. Reclining back into yourself, you blinked away something bubbling up in your throat, feeling bad for everything you've done and thought about him.

"..I drank your bathwater." "What?" He genuinely paled. "I don't think you should have me here."

His eyebrows twitched, a frown seeping into his face. "I didn't think.. that was what was happening." "Just don't do it again," Wanting to cry, you nodded solemnly, lips pressed tightly together. "Okay," Pulling at his borrowed boxers, you spaced out, feeling just a little bit more comfortable with him. "Your arms are really pretty." He thanked you, and in the quiet room, you prayed his dad didn't hear any of it. "Maybe.. I can look like you, in my next life."

Chewing on your arm out of habit, he tugged it out your mouth again. "Stop doing that." *What's wrong with you,* you wanted to say. What else could you do? It was the only way to calm down. Holding his arm in front of your face, he mouthed something? You couldn't hear. Blanking out at his defined and sculpted arm, like eye candy, you turned your head and pulled away, while he remained insistent in whatever he was doing. Closing your eyes, you could gather enough composure to fully pay attention to what he was saying. "..I'm serious."

What the fuck was he on?? About? Blinking at him, you motioned for his arm to move away, and he tentatively pulled it back, mouth agape when you mentioned how you blanked out and couldn't hear what he was saying. "I'm saying.. if you have to do it, do it on mine." Chewing on your lip, you couldn't even believe what you were hearing. Did he have a fetish? "Hey-- what're you doing?" "I thought you were a good guy.." "What?! No.. wait. I mean-" What a difficult man. Maybe he was thinking the same, about how difficult you were. "That's just what any friend would do.." Looking away, you mentioned about how it was just some old habit he should forget about. "Does it hurt, though?" "..I can take it." "Don't want you to. Friends rely on eachother."

Looking at his arm, you wondered if he wanted to get married. To put that thing in your mouth would be sex. Skin on skin, lips around him? Was that code for head? Did he want to do something with you? "I'll think about it." With a dumb sigh, he pressed his back against the wall, the familiar position bringing him back to his biking days. The only difference was that now he copied you, legs not spread and person relaxing on a wall.

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He wondered if she'd do it if he did it on her. Chasing away the thought, he reminded himself that she was just a girl. Usually friends convince you to do something you don't want by letting you follow their lead, but in this case? She might think he's some pervert. In any case, nobody bites anyone. At all. Staring at a wet patch at her wrist, he felt negligent as a host, for some reason. He wouldn't let his guest suffer like this. Taking a few moments to steel himself from how ridiculous he'd sound, he asked if she'd give it a shot if he did it too, and she nodded thinking the sight of him biting his own arm would be funny, too. When his hand hesitantly wrapped around her abused wrist, it was without hesitation yanked out his grip, and he felt his face warm at her dumbfounded expression. Why did he feel like he just assaulted her or something? "Well, do it already!" He tried again and she pulled away, his brow bridge so sore just from today's work. Rubbing in between his eyebrows, he wanted to have more patience but it was like a magic show being with her. Sometimes he felt like he was being tricked.

"..why aren't you doing it?" He started to get fed up. "What're you doing?" "..it." "What on earth is the 'it' you're thinking of?" "..tell me!" "I thought you'd be less scared if we both ripped our fucking arms off with our teeth."

Groaning, he covered his face, wanting to muster courage but he just couldn't. Not in this situation. She looked on the brink of tears at how exasperated he was getting. How could he keep his composure? Why was he doing all this? Biting her fucking arm? Him? Will she break in half? What the fuck was he doing with his time? "I thought.. you'd.. you meant, on your arm." Never seeing him so ticked off before, she pulled back, sputtering for a while before apologising, and admitting that she wouldn't wanna do it, and thinks he wouldn't either. For a moment, he felt as if he was levitating. Was it the time? Was it because he was drowsy? Left foot over his right, he nodded, not sure what he wanted to do or say anymore.

Lifting her arm up, she looked at the numerous bite marks, and rubbed at them to fade the brands, trying to reassure him. "..I'll be more careful next time. If I do it, I'll just think of getting scolded again, so I'll probably stop doing it." "..don't do it in front of me." She mentioned it being a habit again before returning her arms to the inside of her sleeves, back to hugging her knees. Wanting to at least wipe the slick off first, things ended up with him just sighing and looking at her head, dully noting how on earth she planned to sleep with her hair tie still in.

Gesturing for her to take it off, she shook her head gingerly and he left the matter alone. Maybe it was none of his business.

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Taking a deep breath as he seemed to give up easy this time, you pawed at your hair and gathered some of it in your hand, raking it through.

Basically the last thing keeping yourself together, you would rather die than take that thing out. You literally lapped at his bath water like some dumbass idiot. Now he's telling you to not bother with keeping up appearances? Forget it. It's all that you have! Your dignity resides in only this object alone, in this house. For a moment you wondered how easy it would be to just have a buzz like his, not needing to bother with the conditioner research and shame that comes with shitty hair. Suddenly pissed off, you bit at your thumb, though through your jacket, and promptly pulled it back with both the harsh feel of cotton on your tongue and his light scorn, putting your hands underneath you as a seat afterward. It was the first time anyone's paid this much attention.

"Do you like cooking?" "I've never tried." It was hard to be polite and friendly at the same time. He didn't even want to be here, he just had to. For his own sanity's sake. Walking over to the bathroom, the cold tiles were sleek and still a bit wet when you got in, door closing to you sitting again barefoot with your back on a wall, chewing at your palm. This was driving you nuts. You needed to go *home*. He was annoying. Not a friend, but the consequence of your actions. Moving out, you grabbed your things and thanked him for the stay, and said you needed to leave now. He said he'd walk you since it's dangerous this late out, but you were already putting on your bag at the door.

"..I'm sorry." Staring at him, you bit your lip, nodded, and clasped your neck with the wet spot on your palm. "I can't stay here forever. I don't wanna be here anymore." "We can get your toy, and come back." His voice was strong. It always had been, even when he was playing quiet for his dad. An air of strength and resilience, that maybe came from a deep respect. Completely swayed by his compassion, your thumbnail was unfortunately yet another chew toy as you put your things down, got the blanket, huddled up against a pillow and went to sleep. It was tiring to think about. But even more so was his incessant pestering. You couldn't deal with it right now. A friend was the last thing you wanted. But as dry, heavy eyes met their peace, a moment's of exhaustion overtook as you fell headfirst into the worst dream of your life. Ever. No competition. It was annoying, too. The type that you remember slowly after waking up and bit by bit that doesn't leave you. You woke up by his side, curled up by his foot while he slept with his back to the wall. Like a monk.. looking for the clock, you couldn't even find it in time, before his dad took over the space in the room, blaring down at you two after an intense mental battle you could literally see happening in his brain as he stood there unmoving in front of you. "Get up!" Both of you scrambling to your feet, you watched in silence as Zuma went through his daily motions, changing in his room and you following suit by getting in yours in the bathroom. Sitting together at the table as two idiots, the dark sky still remained behind his window, was he an early riser because his dad's a cop? After having breakfast together, with only you appreciating the much needed silence from being half awake, his dad left first to get to work while you two... wait for school? What, do you go back to sleep?! "I usually work out around this time, so.." A monk?! "..if you wanna finish up your food and go back to sleep, I'll just wake you when it's time to go." Immediately crawling back under the covers with an empty dish on the table, bundled up you rolled over to avoid his gaze while you slept.

Almost falling back into deep sleep, unsure for how long a while, you blinked yourself awake.

Wait, weren't you two home alone, and for two hours? Peeking into his room, to see him taking a short break, his hands on his knees with his eyes closed. So this is how he usually sat.. legs folded beneath him. They did seem like a traditional family, now that you thought about it. Tugging the door open, you slimed in, bowing your head in thanks. "I.. I'll make up for this, so don't worry." "Do whatever you want," "I.. umm.. I wish you hadn't found me. I wish.. you could've just looked away. I'm sorry for drinking your toilet water and making you stay up all night." "Even the toilet water..?" "N. No. I meant the bath." He looked unbothered, "I don't know.. enough. To make it up to you. What can I do..?" In a complete bow, knees folded under your stomach and head on your hands, you told him that you would be in debt to him and won't rest easy until you find a way to repay him. He muttered an 'it's fine' and 'I don't need a place to stay for a night,' and you could only shake when you realised you really couldn't repay him.