Yet another strike by that spear and he yelled from the pain, soon the data around him disappeared and he was sent crashing into the ground, sliding across the floor before stopping. He was just Kouji again, his bandana lost and still around the witch's arm. Slowly the boy tried to bring himself on all fours, but even doing that much was painful.
Everything hurt... he was in pain all over... but even so he refused... if he couldn't bring her back then he just had to defeat her and stop her from harming others, that would be what she would have wanted- right? She didn't want to hurt innocent people...right? She was a good person, the two of them bonded over that loneliness they felt at one point in their lives. Slowly that feeling of being completely alone dissipated for him and he hoped she had felt the same before turning into this monster.
Kouji hung his head, staring down at the ground and feeling worthless in this moment. He grit his teeth, the tears welling up in his eyes yet again and threatening to fall. This time a few tears did drip from his eyes, wetting the ground hiz gaze was fixated on. Suddenly all the memories of their times together began flooding back to him, when they first met she was so obnoxious and confident in herself, telling him he just needed to fight for himself. He couldn't accept her words how many times she repeated them, and eventually he grew to like her- feeling closer with her than anyone in a long time. Kouji called her nee-chan to bother her at first but soon the words just felt natural, they felt right.
"Nee-chan...." he couldn't stop himself, he felt like these words had to be said, "I'm sorry... just... come back to me please... I promise I won't waste food... I know you hate that..." he closed his eyes, more tears falling from his face, "when I got back to the human world... I was going to ask you to stay with me you know....! I would learn to cook if I had to... make you things... let you sleep in my bed... anything to get you to spend more time with me..."
A muffled sob escaped him but he kept going, "we never got to play at the arcade either...! I wanted to get you a cake for your birthday too...! This is too much, nee-chan!" he shook his head.
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Everything hurt... he was in pain all over... but even so he refused... if he couldn't bring her back then he just had to defeat her and stop her from harming others, that would be what she would have wanted- right? She didn't want to hurt innocent people...right? She was a good person, the two of them bonded over that loneliness they felt at one point in their lives. Slowly that feeling of being completely alone dissipated for him and he hoped she had felt the same before turning into this monster.
Kouji hung his head, staring down at the ground and feeling worthless in this moment. He grit his teeth, the tears welling up in his eyes yet again and threatening to fall. This time a few tears did drip from his eyes, wetting the ground hiz gaze was fixated on. Suddenly all the memories of their times together began flooding back to him, when they first met she was so obnoxious and confident in herself, telling him he just needed to fight for himself. He couldn't accept her words how many times she repeated them, and eventually he grew to like her- feeling closer with her than anyone in a long time. Kouji called her nee-chan to bother her at first but soon the words just felt natural, they felt right.
"Nee-chan...." he couldn't stop himself, he felt like these words had to be said, "I'm sorry... just... come back to me please... I promise I won't waste food... I know you hate that..." he closed his eyes, more tears falling from his face, "when I got back to the human world... I was going to ask you to stay with me you know....! I would learn to cook if I had to... make you things... let you sleep in my bed... anything to get you to spend more time with me..."
A muffled sob escaped him but he kept going, "we never got to play at the arcade either...! I wanted to get you a cake for your birthday too...! This is too much, nee-chan!" he shook his head.