[open] day and night

[no_kyouken]

Who ⬤ Majima (Shuten) & Open
What ⬤ June 2022 Event: Summer Begins
Content Warnings ⬤ horror, mental illness, torture, abuse (physical/emotional), trauma, depression, grooming/manipulation, violence. check individual subject lines for more content warnings.






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open prompts ☀️ what the hell are you wearing? ☀️ [resting on] doctor's orders ☀️ [goromi] wet t-shirts ☀️ bonfire 🌙 separation 🌙 the broken lake 🌙 haunt joins the party 🌙 your house is on fire ⭐ wildcard

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[sharpestsword]

[ The oppressive atmosphere makes her close in on herself. The only comforting thing to be seen is him. But seeing him like this, that's a pain she hasn't known before. There's nothing here she can just shoot and make the problem go away for him. So what use is she. She's not sure there's even anywhere else they can go but she has to try, reaching out as she approaches. The stability of touching another person is as much for herself as it is for him. All she needs is a glance at that lake to know she doesn't want to see more. ]

I don't like this. We're leaving.

[no_kyouken]

[ Just one of the creatures pokes its head above the water. The transition from water to land is a disgusting one, it is gelatinous and grey for a moment; unformed. It puts its face on right there in front of her, forming together both of his eyes and a smile. It folds its arms on the muddy edges of the pond, lounging there like a merman in a painting despite how shallow the water is. It has a smile like a fox and a beauty mark under the left eye. ]

The cherry blossoms are always gone so quickly, aren't they, Julietta?

[ Majima himself hasn't moved at all, staring down at the thing warily. If they can come out of the water, they can chase him. She should go without him. ]

[sharpestsword]

[ She doesn't want to see this. Her stomach is very disagreeable to it. She stares as a surge of adrenaline courses through her already fatigued body. She doesn't know what it's going to do, yet she'll keep going toward him, reaching out her hands. If it was anybody else he might just be on his own. It's her feelings that override any sense she might have had if it was there to begin with. ]

Stay with me.

[no_kyouken]

Ya should run.

[ He exhales breathlessly. The thing is crawling out of the water, so Majima steps between them definitively. The thing -- Majima at perhaps 20, lithe and fox-faced with mischief and arrogance -- stands up and brushes some imaginary dust from its slacks. ]

Let her talk to us, Majima. Do you think she won't like it?

[ More of them are peaking out of the water, resting on the edges with their arms folded. They're all a little different, different lengths of hair, different numbers of eyes, different types of smiles. ]

Know what ya are, so stay th'hell back.

[sharpestsword]

They... want to talk?

[ So maybe they won't attack after all. Though that seems unlikely. She doesn't trust it. Not when they could reach out and grab them. That goes for anything they say too. There are too many. All watching. She's too close now to turn back. She just needs to touch him and feel something solid. ]

[no_kyouken]

[ Majima purses his lips. ]

They're mirror yokai.

We're just reflections of him.

[ They say it together in eerie unison. The boyish one with both eyes spreads his hands as though that explains everything, as though that makes them harmless. It speaks on its own, ]

He shatters when you touch him, all these pieces...

[ As though it's a wonderful surprise. Something complicated for the yokai to shape. It's smile is cold and inhuman. ]

They wanna pull me in there. [ Majima interrupts finally, annoyed by the thing's attempts to play sweet. ] Seen it before an' I ain't interested.

[sharpestsword]

You can't have him.

[ That's out of the question. She snarls at the yokai, gripping his hand resolutely. With her other hand she's reaching for her gun. If there's anything she can do she has to try. Even if she's trembling. ]

[no_kyouken]

[ It spreads a big smile at her and her gun. ]

Go ahead.

[ The others in the water laugh a little as they join it out on the far side of the water. Their grey bodies taking shape in the real world as they leave their mirror. They're much too outnumbered and Julietta is going to run without him... So even knowing it's futile, Majima gripps her hand back and pulls as he starts to run. ]

Oh, Majima... Won't you come back...

[ They call after him with laughter that turns into oddly inhuman sounds of barking, snorting, chittering. ]

[sharpestsword]

[ She fires but she's dragged away before she can see any more. The way they're laughing doesn't bode well. It may not be as effective as she had hoped. If they can't fight then they'll have to run. As long as he's with her then it will be okay. She just has to keep going. Get away from these things. ]

Why... are they coming for you?

[no_kyouken]

[ He knows, in a way. He knew the first time, when the mirror spirits trapped him under the lake in Hakagemachi. They can see straight through him and into where he's hurt. And most yokai don't have an ounce of sympathy for preying on any human weakness they can touch.

Why are they coming for him? Because he's weak. Because he has a weakness inside of himself that they can apply pressure to. ]

Because they can.

[ Because their tricks work on him, even when he knows he's being tricked. ]

Don't stop.

[ Fuck if he knows where they're running, it's too damn dark and disgusting out. His hair is slicked down on his head with blood, clothes damp and ruddy. He doesn't really think they can outrun the things anyway, they're spirits. They'll ooze up wherever the hell they--

He almost reacts fast enough to snatch her back but the mirror spirit gets a hand on her as it reaches out from the shadows. It's one of the ones with the broken faces, static crackling inside its face like the screen of a broken TV.

Pain screams through the left side of her face. Reflections of echoes of a memory: it was raining the day they cut his eye out too. ]

[sharpestsword]

[ How far do they have to run before they'll be safe? She'll run as much as she can until she realizes they can't escape them. Even as she screams she tries to fight it. That's all she knows. But these things make no sense with their horrifying imitations and now she's certain they'll both be killed here. ]

[no_kyouken]

[ More of the things lay hands on her, creating cacophony of conflicting emotions and pain. Each of the creatures representing a different fracture in Majima's perceptions. There is a deep well of overwhelming physical pain; a year of torture written into him. The emotional pain is a stinging mess of self-loathing and passion and grief and defiance and futility. An idealist being torn apart by the cold realities of his life. But still struggling.

They're doing the same thing to him, heightening what he already lives with daily, and he still kicks and curses. He raises his voice, shoving a few off of them and grabbing at the circle that has centered its attention on her, ]

Now, Juli, shoot 'em an' get out of here.

[ Close range shots should stun them long enough, he hopes. ]

[sharpestsword]

[ Her hands are trembling but she still has a grip on her gun. She's had enough practice that the action is automatic. His voice snaps her out of her panic. She can't think about how they look like him. Maybe the one she's aiming at really is him. She pulls the trigger and tears cloud her vision as she runs. ]

[no_kyouken]

[ The loud noise from the gun makes the creatures waver, their skin showing gray translucence. It's enough for her to tear away and run. Well. Fine then. They have what they came for, at least. They descend on Majima to pull him away. He kicks and bites at them, but they disappear back in to the trees with his voice fading. ]

[sharpestsword]

[ Where is he? Is he far behind? When she looks back she gasps when there's no sign of him or the monsters attacking them. There's nothing to run from now so she stops where she is. They may be gone but the effect they have on her is worse than ever. She never should have taken her eyes off of him. She wants to go after him. ]

Where are you? Bring him back!

[no_kyouken]

[ The night is silent except for the occasional faint groan of a frog. Even should she return to the eerie pond on the hill, it would only be gleaming darkly once more, empty of faces. Even hers when she approaches. They have taken him into their domain to play with his little nightmares for a while. Then they will march him down to the river to be done with him. ]