Devilmom crybby
Reeee.
yag pls get ur sht together. i luv u.
Did it work?
Chizuru approached the crumpled form warily. The room was dark. Dim light filtered through the bedroom blinds. She could make out a blanket wrapped around the figure's leg. The entire room was dusted in feathers. It was early in the morning and the city had not yet risen. There was an eerie drone in the air.
A few moments ago, Chizuru Kagura had materialized in a small, sparsely decorated living room. She wasn't very happy. She hated teleportation more than anything and was feeling sick. She was planning to seal Orochi away, then giving Iori an earful for troubling her. Threatening to commit suicide… childish.
But something changed in her when she saw him writhing on the carpet, teeth chattering and groaning in pain. The brat had always been incredibly proud. He was strong and violent, and he knew he could do and say whatever he wished. He became known for his constant death threats. He made them without repercussions and used the unique privilege liberally. Nobody could threaten Iori Yagami - and Iori Yagami threatened everyone. That was just who he was.
It was so strange seeing him weeping on the floor at the mercy of his own demons. Desperate for help, and hopeless. His misery had struck a chord with her. She didn't know why. Perhaps because it was her duty to struggle against Orochi as well. She wasn't sure... The only thing she felt for the man at that moment was a deep empathy. She wanted to comfort him. It was so unlike her.
She quickly sealed the demon, then slowly approached the now motionless body on the floor.
"Yagami?"
The moment she finished the seal, Iori froze. He stopped moaning, had he stopped breathing? He was turned away from her, the muscles in his back stood taut and glistened with sweat. They looked to be straining painfully, as if supporting an enormous weight.
"Yagami!?"
Chizuru stepped gingerly into the blanket on the floor. She felt her heel sink into the cloth, then into the thick carpet beneath. She kneeled next to him and rolled him over, leaning him against her knees. She caught sight of his face and her heart dropped in sadness.
Ah… you poor thing.
Iori's eyes were shut tight. Tears streamed down from across his face. His long red bangs were plastered everywhere and were soaked in tears and sweat. A thin trickle of blood ran down from the corner of his mouth. His brow was furrowed and his breath came in short rasps.
Poor, poor thing.
With a grunt, she hauled him into the bed. He was limp and heavy in her arms. She lay his head in her lap and brushed the hair from his eyes. He curled up around her and pressed his face into her blazer, soaking it through. He had begun sobbing harder, his breath catching in his throat as he wept. It wasn't like before though - it didn't have that note of distress in it. It sounded like…
Relief.
Chizuru smiled and wiped the tears from his face as he clung her. He had visibly relaxed. His shoulders shook gently as he cried. She hardly noticed he was ruining her expensive suit, in fact, she hardly noticed anything at all. She was fully preoccupied with the man that leaned heavily on her, and was sobbing into her shirt. She stroked his hair and crooned over him.
"Shh… Don't cry. Don't cry. It's over now… It's over... "
It took a while for Iori to find his bearings and crawl off of her. She didn't mind too much though. It had been nice, in a strange sort of way. She couldn't pin the feeling down.
Now he was sitting next to her at the edge of the bed. He looked guilty and kept casting sidelong glances at her. He thanked her for the third time, and awkwardly offered to pay for her suit for the fourth. She kept refusing. He fidgeted. She asked if he wanted to her leave. He shook his head violently.
Brat…
She chuckled to herself. He was behaving like a toddler. She knew he guarded his secrets jealousy. It was very likely nobody had ever seen him like that before. Today she had borne witness to something very private… but it was getting late.
"Yagami… I'm tired. Will you let me go?"
He looked at her briefly before averting his eyes and nodding. He stared at the floor as she walked past. It was about time she got home. She had spent half a hour here, and she wanted her glass of wine and Debussy. What time is it in Japan… we're… greenwich -5 here… so-
"Kagura."
Hm?
She turned. The voice was suddenly authoritative. Iori was staring at her. His eyes were intense. He had pulled himself together quite nicely. His normal demeanor had mostly grown back. His voice had regained that signature, underlying growl. She could hardly imagine he was the same person who was sobbing into the carpet ten minutes ago. She frowned. Was he going to threaten her? He was insane…
"If you ever need something."
Chizuru blinked at him.
"Anything at all."
Ah…
She chuckled, then walked back over to him. He stared up at her, and, after a moment, turned to look away. He was very clearly embarrassed. Chizuru wanted to just pinch him. Her voice was jovial.
"You little brat!" He looked up at her, worried until he caught sight of her smile. He didn't know what to make of it and stared at her, confused. She spoke gently to him.
"You don't need to give me anything… Just don't ever try that again. Understood?"
He looked down at his feet and nodded, then flinched as she placed a hand on his cheek. He seemed torn for a moment, then closed his eyes and leaned against her palm.
"When you're in trouble, call me."
He opened his eyes to look at her.
"And when I'm in trouble, I'll rely on you. Alright?"
A moment of silence.
"Yeah...That's alright."
"Good."
And she pinched him.
He yelped.
Then she disappeared.
kek.
almost done with this sht.
