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「Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.」

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yuurei-san~

Slams the door close.

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wretchhed:

Her hand were around Sayaka’s thin wrist within seconds and it was as tight as it was fast. “Careful.” Voice dropped to a chill. Eyes that glint with murderous intent and aura that she didn’t even bother covering. Humans wouldn’t be able to feel it –– Shiver it a bit and blame it on the cold, slight uneasiness perhaps. Fools they all were. FOOLS! –– but she knew that Sayaka could feel it and she knew that Sayaka knew she wouldn’t hesitate destroying the place were she to be angered. Of course she wouldn’t. Not really. Perhaps. But the other didn’t know that and she intended to keep it that way. “Sniff my way to you? Now that’s rich. You work in almost every place in Tokyo and you expect me to remember you shift? I’m not gonna play lovers with you.” She let go of the other, and went back to her food. “Was it not you that even initiate conversation?” A sinister kid with a sinister laughter. Her fork stabbed the hamburger meat on her plate and red oozed out of it. Medium rare, just perfect.

Lips tightly pursed into a line she settled with doing what would be the best -- to shut up and hold everything she wanted to say to herself. Not that she could speak with the annoying lump stuck in her throat anyway. Sayaka may be not that different from the other as she, too, was a supernatural entity, but she was the weakest of all. The most useless youkai there was while Maaya, oh, Maaya was the complete opposite of weak. The complete opposite of her. “As if you’re not everywhere yourself,” Sayaka manages to answer after a moment’s pause, “with your artwork, that is.” At that, she huffed out a laughter. The demon may hide her name from her illustrations but rumors always spread fast between spirits and demons -- especially with the tengus running about to share them and oh does the forest love to talk about the red demon doing a human’s job. 

“You announce that you dislike humans, yet here you are, in a restaurant for humans, about to eat a human’s meal. Anyway, it doesn’t seem like you want me to leave you at peace just yet, so let me entertain you, oh dearest guest.” While it was always against the rules to sit with the customer, Sayaka does just that. The manager was out on a trip and she was the only employee there. What could possibly go wrong aside from the risk of having the demon before her stab her to death using a fork? Not that she would die. To think that the few people who could touch her were ones she could never get along with. How laughable. “Not long ago, I saw a girl -- a HUMAN who looked just like you. Could it be that you stole her appearance? Oh! And how do you like it?” She tilted her head towards the red meat, a lopsided smile on her lips, "want me to make it well-done instead?"

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eostreous:

the smile on her face grew as if a knife cuts the flesh of her cheeks wide open –– a crack in the sky where the thunder split and for a second or two it was not the sweet smile that smelled of roses and daisies on her face but a wickedly delicious one that befitted a witch such as hers. A smile that bled red like pomegranate, a smile that painted nightmares in the mask of sweet dreams by the sandman himself. her knees on the stool of the bar, her finger under the young spirit’s chin, tilting her face up to look at her –– into her eyes that twinkle like a lighthouse in the middle of a storm. her tongue peeked out, darting to wet her red candied lips before she leant in even closer, dragging the finger down sayaka’s neck. and for a moment, everything around them went completely still as time stopped itself once and again for the little witch who had a flair for bravados and putting up a show of her powers. “you want it.” whispered words sinked themselves on skin of the forest’s child, like a curse never to be lifted. “you want it so bad. how adorable.” how truly adorable, sayaka was. desperately and sincerely trying to be something she could not be anymore, like trying to bottle up air. “but tell me, just how bad do you want it? at what price would you give yourself to me? at what point will you s t o p ? tell me that first for i do not wish to deal in an arrangement that would only be doomed to fail because of the frailty of your once human resolve.”

She wanted it. Of course Sayaka wanted it. Call it a silly dream, one more fitting for a child than somebody who was almost a hundred years old but to become human once more was the only reason why Sayaka left the forest. To be surrounded by humans, and to be able to be with humans without having to live in fear.

I’d do anything, she almost said to the witch as that wouldn’t be far from the truth. The raven had little to none left to offer to her after all, what else could Mika take away from her? Her soul? Then so be it. She’d lived long enough, and if she could, Sayaka would trade her whole life for a day as a human. “If you’re planning to take my heart, take it. I don’t care. Even if just for a second, for an hour or for a day -- I just want to know how it feels like to be human again. To be able to feel warmth. To feel the wind against my skin. That’s all I want so tell me.”

Curling her fingers into fists, ignoring the angry voices in her head telling her to stop -- stop being such a fool, stop being fooled so willingly like this -- Sayaka finally turned her head and moved away from the witch’s touch. “Tell me what is it that you want. But if this is just one of your little tricks, or this is just some fucking joke you find funny, then I swear to whatever god you believe in that I will not forgive you.” As if on cue, her right hand moved to wrap around the other’s wrists, fingers tightly wrapping against the soft skin. “Just like how you can touch me, I can touch you as well. I can hurt you.”

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A Picture of Midnight

By Frederick Ardley

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She looks up from her coffee to meet the eyes of the girl in black. No, not girl. Something who tried to pass off so desperately as a girl. Yes, that’s more accurate. Her blood boiled with resentment at the though, at the sight, at the scent of this LITTLE creature. She hated her, oh how she hated her so. Arrogant even though she was so small, aspiring to be something she couldn’t at the price of ANYTHING. She clenched the glass in her hand, restraining herself so she wouldn’t accidentally break the ceramic mug. “Taunt you? HAUNT you? Aren’t you the one doing those things to me, child? Can’t even have a decent cup of coffee without you bothering me it seems. Get a hobby, stop being so obsessed with me.” 

The raven couldn’t help but SNORT at the other’s answer. Witches were one thing, but Sayaka definitely--DEFINITELY hated demons. They were the most despicable of all. The ones who must never be trusted, the most selfish creature and it says a lot about the brunette. She knew about Maaya after all. Knew about her story and how she had HURT a friend for her own selfish desires. “If that’s what you’re seeking for then you came to the wrong place. I work here so technically, you came for me. YOU are the one so obsessed with the idea of seeing me at least once a day that you unconsciously sniffed your way into my cafe like the fuckin’ mutt you are. Shoulda came after five. My shift ends then.” Shaking her head, she couldn’t help but grumble “unbelievable” to herself, eyes glancing up at the security cameras installed within the cafe. If only they weren’t there, she would have shooed the girl away before she could even utter a word. “Look. I don’t want any chaos in here so why don’t we pretend we never saw each other, hm?”

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As she finishes the scribbling on her sketch pad, details about the dresses, different ideas, colors, designs, it was occupying her mind for the whole hour now. `We work like half a month for money and it disappears in a blink of an eye. Isn’t that such a sad thing? Different jobs? How many? What kind?` Taking her glasses off as her fingers rested on the corner of her eyes, blinking for a bit. `Venti please. It will be a long night.` 

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“Right now, this included, I have FIVE part-time jobs. They differ in a way, but at the same time, they’re quite the same.” The idle chatters with customers was one of the many things Sayaka loved about working at the cafe, and as she turned her back to the girl to brew her drink, she couldn’t help but smile. “Two is as a cashier at Lawson and Gourmet City, the other two as a waitress at a yakiniku restaurant and a ramen shop. I almost never have enough time for myself,” a chuckle, croaking against her throat as she forces her voice in her lungs, “but I love working, so it’s not that much of an issue. How about you?” She glanced at the customer, one hand holding the steel jug slightly filled with milk; positioning it with the steam wand inside, and the other turning the machine on. “And what would you like for the art?”

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( text ) Oh boy you’re so drunk. I could so join you and get drunk with you right now … oooor I could just be the sobber girl who would hear about all your drunk dirty little secrets, ohohoho. Where are you, Yamamoto?  ( ¬ ‿ ¬ ) 

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[ text ] Don’t be wimp com jooiimmmnn! I’ll txt u th e address. hella lotsov drinks. hella lotsov of alcohol. Luv me.

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MAD CLOWN (매드클라운) feat. JINSIL (진실) of MAD SOUL CHILD - 화 

[eostreous]

sweet sweet smile, sweet sweet girl. and she always smelt so so nice. with an air of elegance and a face one couldn’t hate. perhaps that’s how mika enchanted all the people around her. with her personality and her charms, she beguiled them, led them on. humans always were so easy. they liked things that came in pretty packaging and made them feel nice. it’s so simple. but someone like sayaka was not as simple. she was deeper than that and mika liked it. she smiled, tilted her head, hair swayed in gentle movements and the discreet look from other patrons didn’t go unnoticed by her. with a flick of her finger as she winked at the young boys –– college students? perhaps. –– a few hearts were collected. she nearly scoffed at her answer. so generic. so boring. sayaka always try and act the tough one but she’s so soft after all. if mika were to run her sharp nails along the other’s skin and tear it off, no doubt she would melt. she could just see it in her eyes. it’s not a bad thing, to be kind like sayaka. to have a soft heart like sayaka. better than a gaping hole like mika, one would say. but the witch had always embraced her for herself. a witch should not try and be human and a ghost should not try to be human. she could not even begin to decipher why the other wanted to be something so weak. ah–– right. she used to be one, right? emotion’s such a foolish little thing. “oh, yuurei-chan you hurt me. and here i thought some potion to make you human again would interest you. that’s what you want, right? to be one of them again?” she leant against the counter, whispering words and ignoring looks while a smile tugged on her colored lips. “you want them to be able to touch you like I touch you right?” she started, hand on the other’s. provoking, teasing. “and to let their lips brush against your ear while they whisper sweet nothings to you like mine do, right?”

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A witch should never be trusted. They were cunning creatures, always ready to charm whoever they cross paths with for their own benefit. All too willing to use others as their own personal slave. Such a filthy and revolting thing to be, and yet one stood before Sayaka with a beauty fit to be called an angel. Whose words sounded like hymns of praise, whose lips curls into a smile so innocent that at times, even she would catch herself almost falling into the lies she speaks.  Sayaka hated it---she loathed what Mika was. And she hated the heavy weight of guilt wrapping around her heart all too instantaneously upon hearing her offer.

“What--” voice breaking, her eyes fell to the hand that held hers. The only hand that could ever caress hers and it only brought nothing but waves of disgust creeping underneath Sayaka’s skin. Shutting her eyes, as tightly as she could, her fingers curled into her palm. Apologizing to herself for betraying her own principles. Apologizing to the ever so kind forest god for letting herself be fooled all too willingly like this. “And what do you need from me for this potion..?”

Aah. The one ghost---the one spirit who made an oath to never associate herself with evil. Yet here she was, will slowly crumbling just at the very idea of becoming human once more. Blinded from her own selfishness. Blinded by a spell that was never even casted to begin with. "I want it."

[eostreous]

“mou, always so busy–– do you even have any time to sit back and relax? you know that you can afford that right?” tilting her head slightly as she painted a pout across her face like one would a streak of red on a white canvas. striking. blooming. “well this boss of yours has always been easy enough to charm, what a nice boss you have, no? should i take his heart right now? it looks ripe for the picking~ and since i come here often, i can just make him fall in love with me over and over again, right?”  though she giggled so, in such a manner that was so sweet and innocent, nothing about her words could be described as such. but what can mika do? she needs to collect those jeweled hearts after all, a price for salvation was never cheap and especially in a case like hers. “what does a ghost like you need money for anyway? i don’t get it…” she whispered under her breathe as she looked around the place, resting her chin on the palm of her hand. everyone should really try and have more fun, the thought cross her head in that instant before she drags a finger down the other’s arm. “brew me that coffee then, and maybe wrap and heat my order for me? i want that croque madame sandwhich and that brownie and some cookies if they’re soft baked. are they soft baked?” you are. the jab left unsaid though her sweet smile probably gave away her not so nice nor sugary thought. but really, in her opinion sayaka cared too much about humans and blending in with them. even though she’ll never be them. “i have a little something for you, if you want. for a price, of course★~” 

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“Nothing you ever offer is good. Why would you ever think that I would accept whatever it is that you offer?” Without needing for Mika to say much, Sayaka knew that the girl was serious with her words despite the teasing smile on her lips and the playful tone of her voice but as much as she loved humans, she knew that she was no hero. It wasn’t her role to save people from witches like the one standing before her, and neither does she have any power or magic to fulfill such a role. Watching people be fooled, their “hearts” stolen from them and seeing them fall head over heels for Mika has always been quite a pain for the raven--but what can she do other than watch? 

Were she to get in between Mika and her victim, the witch could all too easily order the unsuspecting human to touch Sayaka and that would be the end of her existence. Disappearing. Gone. As though she was never there to begin with. ”You can do whatever you want, but try not to get in my way at the very least. And it isn’t about the money, witch, although it also plays a huge part in it. I work because that is the only thing I can do--I’m no magician. I can’t touch humans. So what else am I supposed to do in this all too capitalist of a country?” Running the espresso machine for the annoying customer’s coffee, Sayaka took a deep breath in, staring cup as dark black liquid slowly filled the white ceramic cup. 

“Now, back to your... Offer,” the cup of coffee now ready, she set it on a saucer before placing it on a tray; the sandwich left to be done by the employee at the back, where the kitchen is. “What is it? I’ll hear you out the very least. But it is as I said--there is a HUGE change that I will say no.”

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a heavily accented voice that made her sound as if she sang her words as she called out the nickname she had oh so lovingly –– with wicked intentions –– called the other by. it’s really no bother for her to call and be called such names in public, humans lack perceptive. so blind they were that they probably couldn’t see the elephant in the room. oh sweet, sweet humans, she chuckled at them. “of course you have, yurei-chan.” her nails were short and clean and she pointed towards a sign on the wall, “yuurei-chan, you know how to read right? that sign says, customer is king, meaning i should be okay taking a little bit of your time right?” rose colored her cheeks as she smiled, always looking so pure and demure with a flush of warm hues even if she’s nothing like that beneath her skin. “and i always put up a big order so i don’t think they’ll mind. not in the least. so why don’t you ask your boss if you can come hang out with me after your shift is done?” oh sly sly mika, you knew she’s bound to take her apron off in just a matter of minutes when mika threw in a little bit of magic dust into his system, rendering the middle aged man a foolish mess to succumb to her wishes. humans were easy though she tried not to use her power on them too much –– the air in this world weakened her so and she had learnt by harsh lessons what her limits were –– but sayaka, a spirit, was a different story. and one she looked forward to read. “so, are you going to take down my order or perhaps you like to just sit here with me now?”

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”I am here to work, not in search for needless chatters.” Eyes rolling, her teeth sank into the soft flesh of her bottom lip to keep herself from saying anything more to her supposed customer; forcing her lips to curl into her well practiced smile instead as she took a deep breath in and held it within her lungs. “May I take your order, then?” She growled through gritted teeth, quite surprised herself at how irate she had become when it hasn’t even been long since the witch walked into the cafe through the glass doors.

The part-timer’s eyes wandered towards the cafe manager as she muted away the other’s voice, watching as the once lively yet all too strict of a man turn into a grinning fool and while she had always known that Mika was a witch, Sayaka couldn’t help but be surprised (and amused) at how quick others fell under her charm. She couldn’t even tell when the witch had began casting her spell, or how for that matter. In fact, if she wasn’t at all that familiar with the poor man, Sayaka doubted that she would have known how he was rendered drunk by her.

As she idly pressed against the cash register’s keys, she shot the other one last glare before turning to make her ordered beverage. “I will have you know in advance that I don’t have time to hang out with you once my shift’s over, I know that you’re aware of my multiple part-time jobs. I have another workplace to go to after this so if you have anything you’d like to tell me, it’s best you do now while I’m still brewing your coffee.”

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grinning like a cheshire –– though however big her smiles were, they always looked a tad bit small for some reasons unknown. perhaps so lies and secrets didn’t spill out of them. perhaps so she couldn’t hex and charm people too freely –– she instead took sayaka’s hands in hers again, fingers locking with each other. the annoying grin, as she thought sayaka would describe her smile, still on her face as she waved their intertwined hands between their faces. “oh but doesn’t it feel good to hold something so warm?” she had always liked physical contact and she was never picky with her companions. holding hands, hugging, touching, careless caresses under the moonlights. she liked all of them. she liked everything and anything. and sayaka didn’t escape that wide preference of her. perhaps her standards was too low to let a lowly spirit like sayaka touch her so freely but could she really afford any standards when she’s abandoned here in a world she didn’t even belong in? the smile was etched still on her face as these thoughts crossed her mind. “yuurei-chan.” she started, liking how the nickname sounded in her tongue so she always called sayaka by it as often as possible. “i just wanted to play around with you and really now, how could one get a broken heart if they had none to begin with?” and that was nothing but the truth. witches like her had no hearts. that’s why many often ventured down here to steal those of humans’. witches like her had gaping black hole in place of a beating red gem and she had to reap thousands of them in order to get back home. 

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Staring at their linked hands with an obviously unhappy look on her face, Sayaka pursed her lips together. In a way, it was hilarious how something she had been yearning for turned out to be so annoying--mostly because she was stuck doing it with the wrong person. With someone who was most probably the most eccentric and annoying witch on Earth. And if ever she was wrong and there happens to be somebody who was far more annoying, then Sayaka could only wish that she would never meet them. 

“I have work to do. I have no time to play around with your little silly games, witch.” For them to call each other as what they truly were out in the open like this, and in her workplace at that. How ridiculous. Her eyes scanned the other female for the briefest of seconds; observing her from head to toe and it was mind-boggling how similar Mika looked to every other humans. Witches, as Sayaka heard from stories when she was only a child, were supposed to appear terrifying. With a long noise, long white curly hair and their skin rotting. But the witch that stood before her was nothing of sort.

Heck, Sayaka could even say that she was pretty. But to feed a witch’s ego was something only a fool would do. “Either you let go of my hand right now and order some coffee now or I’m going to have to call the security on you for being creepy and annoying at the same time. I’ve already felt your warmth once. And once is more than enough.”

[eostreous]

how long had it been since she first touched her? and it was like she had ventured upon something unspeakable, something she must not have seen. like opening a pandora box and find a little girl curled up inside it. and those eyes that looked back at her had been anything but gentle. though perhaps she had not expected a pair of gentle eyes at all. she too, had kept people inside boxes ( literally ) and they never looked at her with gentle eyes. there was the initial surprise, a shock that froze your tongue all the way to the tip of your toes. a hint of fear. a flavor of brutal viciousness for survivability. oh how she was so familiar with all those. still she picked her up.  she was familiar with those kinds of eyes and that’s exactly why she picked her up. she was drawn to it; like how one is attracted to repulsion perhaps if she were to be crass. and that day had not been any different. spotting the figure not from this world nor hers, she gave a smile so sweet and her voice was like saccharine “oya, yuurei-chan, good day to you. how’s life avoiding human touches?” a little tease that she was, nothing but a witch with wicked intentions and black licorice as heart covered in a thick lacquer of honey, her hand reached out to touch the other. hand brushing against the spirit’s arm and met with nothing but coldness. well. she didn’t mind that either. 

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For years Sayaka yearned for nothing else but another’s touch, to feel somebody else’s warmth against her ever so cold body. For years she spent mornings fantasizing about what it would be like to have a friend she could hold hands with, fingers slotting between the spaces of her fingers, locking hands and never letting go. It all seemed nice and dreamy in her mind, the images of laughter and joy and just utter satisfaction but--never did the raven ever thought that it would be this unpleasant. 

“I would rather touch a human than touch you.” She should be grateful to have finally found somebody who could touch her, for if it weren’t for her then Sayaka would never have discovered the silly loophole on the curse the forest’s god cast on her upon granting her the blessings of long life and oh if only Mika wasn’t so god damn annoying. “Don’t call me that, witch.” Nose scrunching as though in disgust, Sayaka turned away, moving her arm from the other’s reach. “What do you want? If you hoped that I was going to make you dinner in exchange for your unneeded touch then I’m afraid to say that you will have to leave with a broken heart.”

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〔 ORIGINAL POST FROM @krtni​ 〕

`Right. Specially when you worked so hard for it. Spending all your time just to earn money and just in a second it disappears.`

“I completely understand the feeling, especially since I juggle between a different jobs, though this was all my own choice.” Laughing a little at her own awful life choices, Sayaka’s forefinger swiftly pressed against the register’s buttons as she rang up the customer’s order. “I’m sorry, what size did you want for your drink to be again?”