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Rin hadn't been very lucky lately. It was as if his luck had been taken from him and given to someone else. He'd been through hell, getting impaled being just one out of many shitty occasions. Luckily, he'd healed fast, one of the few perks he'd been given. He couldn't tell whether being a child of Gehenna was a gift or a curse. If he had to be true to his own thoughts and feelings, he didn't feel like a blessing. The last few days had been rough, his focus swaying and his mind easily wandering, so when he suddenly lost his footing going down the stairs at school, he hadn't been prepared.
He'd made it down the staircase rather dramatically, it being a long fall, and he knew he would gain a few bruises, yet somehow avoided hurting too badly. But upon reaching the last step, he'd managed to land on his tail. He'd fallen so heavily that it gave out a threatening snap, pain going up his spine and down his legs, and he barely managed to hold back a yelp of agony. The pain was so severe that he felt his stomach knotting and mouth filling with saliva, bile rising in the back of his throat, which he quickly swallowed as he curled up into a ball of fatigue and regret. Being impaled had been nothing compared to this, and for a moment, he awaited death. No one had ever told him what would happen to them if they broke their tail, and he was more than sure that it was at least sprained...
Once he'd gathered himself, uncurled his toes, cursed a ton and accepted his ill fate, he looked around the hall, both thankful and disappointed to find no one there to help him get off the floor. No one had seen it, most still in class. He'd ditched the last two hours of school, the teacher being a severe jerk. Perhaps this was karma pushing him down the stairs, judging him for having a short fuse and not staying to deal with it. With a pained grumble, he reached for his pocket and pulled out his phone. At times like this, he was happy that his phone was a brick; it didn't break by a few falls.
With shaky hands, he messaged Yukio, asking him to come and pick him up, making it extra dramatic by saying his tail might fall off if he didn't hurry, and once it sent, he waited. He'd noticed that he couldn't really move properly when his tail was hurting, and not just due to the pain. Whenever he tried to get up, his balance would be off and he would fall back down. He was pretty sure he could taste colors and see sounds, surely that was real and not his mind playing tricks on him in his woozy, pain written state. The longer he waited, the more the room would sway, like when on a swing and all the swinging made him light-headed, and that whirling, vertiginous feeling staying long after he'd be done swinging. Did he even make sense anymore? Did he ever make any sense? How could others understand him and not get confused? Hell, he confused himself half the time! He'd never been good at words or sayings, much less explanations… How long had he been laying there now? A minute or an hour? Was his soul leaving this realm? Had Yukio even seen his text? He would have checked his phone, had it not been for the fact that he felt too damn unstable to read it.
Upon hearing footsteps, he looked up, thankful to find it a familiar face. He'd sure taken his time getting there, but he at least found him before anyone else could. Had some random student found him first, then he'd be in serious trouble. With the support of his brother, he managed to get off the floor and guided off to a door, stumbling and cursing on the way there.
Soon enough, they were at cram school, it being utterly empty this early in the day, except for one purple clown standing in the hall, waiting for them to arrive. He was wearing that ugly smirk, and by then he knew that whatever treatment he was in for, it wouldn't be worth it.
He would rather suffer than let Mephisto, of all people, fix his broken tail.