angst, death, blood, depression, flashbacks to pre-defected!suguru, all timeline is cannon and fannon as stupid wiki didn’t want me to know timelines (grrr), not proofread
one-shot
a/n : guess whose alive… heh. I bet you guys missed me. Ik this is shit but like js take it, i didn’t bother putting effort into it
January 9, 16.40, 2006
Suguru and Satoru both completed their mission with a sigh of relief, the area they were sent to was quite close to your place, so Suguru was very gleeful about it and even better they saw Shoko waiting for them on their way back.
“Errrghhhhh. . . Suguruuuu!! Why do you have to go to that weaklings place! I thought we were all getting dinner together!”
Satoru would cling onto Suguru like the annoyance he is, Suguru would groan and try push him away as Shoko was chuckling in the background with her cigarette between her lips.
“Satoru! Fuck off and she’s not a weakling, it’s my girlfriend! OI!— OW!”
They both began pushing each other. Well, Suguru tried pushing Satoru away and Satoru kept pushing himself onto Suguru as he tried to kiss his cheek
“Ew! Satoru, stop trying to kiss me!!”
Shoko would began laughing as she stood beside them, amused at the situation the two had gotten themselves in as she pulled out her cigarette between her fingers and glanced to them
“You two would look like a wonderful couple!”
“Ewwwww!! Shoko!”
“Shoko, I’ve already got a girlfriend. . . Please you guys— OW! FUCK SATORU STOP!”
As the three reached to a specific intersection in the city, Suguru would fully push Satoru away and sigh softly as he stopped; making the other two abruptly stop in front
“I’m gonna go now.”
“WHAAAT!! BUT— BUT—“
Shoko would slap Satoru in the head as he yelped and rub the back of his head as she smiled at him and gave him a little wave
“Oh, okay! Biaaa, and tell your girlfriend that I’ve said hi!”
“BUT— SUGURU!”
Suguru would smile back and also wave at the two as Shoko hit Satoru again on the head, causing him to pout as she dragged him by the collar to continue their way back to the school
“SUGURUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!”
Suguru would point the middle finger at Satoru calling out his name is a dramatic way with an echo, before spinning on his heel and tucking his hand into his pocket to walk down the walkway to your place.
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January 10, 5.30
“Ugh— The fuck??”
The so-called “solid object” started to stir as well, your eyes adjusting to see what it was just to be greeted by a raven hair boy with a navy blue school uniform on, his hair all messy (probably got knots in there if it’s his unlucky day). His head lifted up to see what just smacked him. . . Oh! It was Suguru, whoopsies. . .
“Morning, bubs. . .”
You would’ve give him a goofy grin as he turn his head to you, exposing his furrowed browed face before it softened when he saw you; tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
Last night he just finished his mission with Satoru, obviously as usual Suguru was exhausted and to his glee your house was nearby, so what doesn’t hurt to crash at your favourite girl’s place? (Obviously forcing Satoru to teleport back to his dorms, because this boy needs his alone time with his girlfriend). It’s not like her parents, mainly mum, wouldn’t mind. They knew about their relationship and HELL!! They loved him, except for dad. . . Sometimes her dad gives him the chills, he was scarier than any curse he could possibly come across. What if he was the king of cur—
“SUGURU!! Get up! You have school!”
He almost forgot. It’s a weekday, meaning he’s got to put up with Satoru (not that he minded), another mission, Yaga nagging. Actually, you know what, he is just glad that he gets to wake up and pursue through li—
“OW!”
His school bag would’ve been thrown— No. Pegged at him, and holy shit. . . How the fuck did she throw that?
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With a wave goodbye to your mum and Suguru being the respectful man he is, bowing to your mum goodbye, you both would’ve made your way outside of the apartment to Suguru’s bike
“I don’t think we’ll make it in time to school with a bike.”
“Suguru. . . What are you implying?”
“Don’t worry, princess. After school I’ll come and get my bike back.”
As Suguru turned to you with a smirk, and before you knew it, you were swooped from your feet and now you were in the air as he held you in front of him with his arms around your waist
“SUGURU— WHAT THE FUCK.”
The man dared to laugh as well. . . He thought it was a good idea to throw his non-sorcerer girlfriend onto rainbow dragon because he feared she wouldn’t get to school in time. Screaming you both soared in the sky, some clouds smacking your faces as Suguru continued laughing loudly at the matter, finding it humorous.
By the time they reached your school, he would’ve gently helped you down and gave a small peck on your lips as you stood there horrified and your hair that you spent ages on were no more
“Okay, princess. Love you, and stay safe.”
And with that he was gone again, just leaving you there in your petrified state.
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August 10, 1.22
Again. He crashed at your place, except this time his indigo eyes much more darker and hollow. . . He was far more silent and just laid on your bed, in pure quietness and simply stared off through your opened window. He look dead, and it hurt you so much. . .
Suguru just came back from his recent mission with Satoru, a failed mission. The star plasma mission. After everything you tried making him feel better but his tough exterior that he’s maintained was shattered, unable to be fixed. . . God, he looked so tired. You just wanted to cuddle with him and tell him sweet nothings, say that he’s not alone, that it’s all going to be okay, that you will always be here with him.
“Suguru. . . Please, please talk to me.”
You laid beside him, trying to cradle him, but he was limp, didn’t provide the same affection back. As you didn’t hear an answer from him at all, you just sighed softly with your eyes softening in fear of what happened during the mission and simply pulled him close, giving him a lingering kiss on his head, breathing in the scent of his hair as you raked your fingers through his raven locks
“I love you. . . Suguru. . . You know that, right.”
You tenderly murmured that to him, as a reminder that you were always there for him. Burying your face into his hair, your eyes fluttered shut as a few droplets of tears rolled down your face.
Suguru tensed slightly at your tenderness, but allowed it. He couldn’t stop thinking about it, all of it. Satoru surpassing him. . . Riko’s death. . . His lost battle against some non-sorcerer. . . Haibara’s death. . . And the fact he believed his one and only best friend “died”. It was killing him. He knew it was wrong to be here at his girlfriend’s place, but he couldn’t bear going back to the school. Not now. Now, he’ll have to stay here for the night.
His beliefs and morals were on the edge, he was unbalanced. He didn’t understand anything anymore, he was utterly confused. After that mission he saw the true nature of the capabilities of a non-sorcerer, how could they be so. . . So wrongful, a young girl died and they were happy? He could still hear their clapping. . . It made his blood boiled. Maybe he should’ve listened to Satoru and just killed them all off. Did it mattered anyway?
Was everything even worth it in the long run. Exorcise. Consume. That’s all he did, all he’s able to do. He exorcise and consumes the foulness of a curse, it makes him vomit at the taste, and all of this for just. . . A bunch of non-sorcerers? Weaklings to Satoru’s viewpoint. Maybe even monkeys.
The bed shifted as he went to sit up, slipping away from your warmth. His hair was messy, but it didn’t mattere anyways. He glances down at you to see you gentle breathing. He could recall the conversation he had with Yuki, how he learnt that non-sorcerers were the principle reason to curses, all of his friends died at the hands of curses that were created by non-sorcerers. . . They were fighting for nothing? The main enemy was right in front of them.
Right in front of him. . . Y/N.
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December 24, 2006, 22.00
Ever since, you haven’t heard from Suguru at all, but you did hear about his family and his home village engulfed in flames on a news report. It had you so, so worried, to the point where you cried. Cried with your mum as you feared the unknown that has happened to your poor Suguru. He didn’t cut any ties with you, which only confused you, so technically you both were still dating, though it was complexed.
Both of your parents decided to go out on a dinner date to some restaurant for the night as you, yourself suggested it to them. While they were gone you sat alone in your own thoughts thinking where Suguru now was, probably at his dorm doing some weird witchery shit.
A soft sigh erupted from your chest as your thoughts were interrupted with a door bell ringing at your door. It’s 10 at night, who the fuck could be at the door? With a groan, you fought your way to the front door to open it, to only be greeted by him. . . Suguru. A gasp escaped your lips as you saw him at your door, he wasn’t in uniform at all, except he wore a baggy navy turtle neck with black sweats and a pair of sneakers.
“S-Suguru?”
You would’ve stuttered at the sight of him, he looked happier than the last time you ever saw him. He would’ve raised his hand with a wave and a soft loving smile as you quickly pushed through to hug him, tears swelling up in your eyes.
“Where have you been? I’ve missed you so much.”
“I’ve just been reflecting. I’m glad I’m back to see you again, princess. You’re still as beautiful as I remembered.”
He would pull you in close before releasing you. Allowing him, you let him inside and took him to the dining room. He would’ve stood there looking at a family photo of you and your parents on the table beside the dining table as you would’ve made your way to the kitchen.
“Do you want anything?”
“Hmm. . . Some tea would do just fine, thank you.”
With a soft nod, you would’ve prepared tea for him, already knowing his favourite kind. It wasn’t really a hassle at all for you to make it, as you already had the leaves stored for him as you would always contain them incase he ever snooped his way to your place.
“You have such lovely monkeys.”
You would’ve raised a brow at his unexpected statement he said, something the he would never say as he was used to your parents. Glancing your head back to Suguru as he saw your perplexed expression. He would’ve turned around and place the photo back down onto the table and made his way to you
“That must’ve confused you a bit. . . You see, I’m planning on creating a new world. Something that has peace, a place without. . . Monkeys.”
Turning around to face him with a nervous chuckle. You tilted your head slightly as you brushed some of his bangs away from his eyes as your fingers lingered momentarily; getting even more confused at him.
“What are you on about? Monkeys? Did you do something and got stoned or whatever, because you sound pretty crazy.”
“Oh. Don’t worry, you won’t understand it.”
As he spoke his eyes would’ve glinted to something dark. . . His tender face now hardening as you stepped back and had a tad of fear visible in your eyes as you, now, was concerned for Suguru. . .
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Suguru stood outside of your place, the heat radiating him as the curse behind him bellowed. His eyes seemed hollow as he stared at the building collapsing down, engulfed in the blue flames. The Sam exact death as his parents.
“Such a shame. . . But I did promise a world without any monkeys, you included.”
Flicking the blood off his hand as they were staining the slight tan skin he had. A tender sigh escaped his lips as he pulled out the crinkled photo of you and your parents that he saw before, glaring at it momentarily before throwing it into the house fire
Thinking about nothing but having the two over exhausted boys laid out on the comfy king sized bed of our rented Villa. Satoru sprawled comfortably on my lap as I gently rake my fingers through his soft, thin strands of frost with one hand, and Suguru who leans against the right side of my body against the adoring wooden beautifully engraved, headboard of the bed, head carefully nestled on top of mine, his left warm hand delicately intertwining with my own, fingers squeezing every now and again to find the wooing comfort still lingered onto me. The gentle breeze of Greece's night air flowing ever so diligently within from the open balcony, the gorgeous velvety drapes dancing with the winds lulling rhythm. ꒰💗🌺💗꒱
Is there anything else you'd like me to draw? You can write in the ❔questions❔
It could be some au! or just Geto in a sexy costume ⭐
And while I'm thinking about the octopus Ken, I want to make him Suguru's brother, who doesn't like Suguru and Satoru's relationship but still helps Suguru get rid of his tail so he can feel that huge gap between the water realm and humans.
