"Tohru..?"Anju knocked on his door, she had been coming over to see if the other wanted to go to a cafe or something, since she wasn't allowed back on campus, she was bored, even MArcus awas bored!
Tohru had found his way to his room, or at least what he thought was his room. It didn’t look familiar whatsoever. When had he gotten this place? And this cat? He was cute, though… But anyways, there was a knock at the door. Was someone here to visit him? Why? He didn’t know anyone…
After a few minutes of silence, he opened the door a tiny crack.
Tohru sat at the table, tapping his right hand on the table. His eyes absentmindedly eyed the space where his ring finger used to be.
"It's kinda ironic... that the finger I lost was the only one that never healed properly..."
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An eight year old Tohru tossed and turned in his bed, moaning softly. He was reliving that night once again, the night his parents were murdered. Letting out an anguished scream, he snapped awake, sitting up in his bed. He desperately tried to toss the covers off his bed, tears running down his face. But before he could scramble out of bed, an older man had swept into the room, pulling Tohru into a tight embrace. The man's trademark red cape was replaced by a plain blue night shirt. He whispered into Tohru's ear as Tohru struggled against his embrace frantically.
"It's okay, my boy... It's okay... You're safe now..."
"I-I'm so tired..." the young Tohru sobbed. After a few minutes in his arms, Tohru had calmed down somewhat. "I-I just wanna sleep..."
"I know... I know..." Sighing, he patted Tohru's head gently, eyes clouded in thought. Finally he spoke again. "Tomorrow, we'll try different methods... I promise. I'll help you control your nightmares... I'll help you sleep..."
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The next day, the elderly psychic sat the young Tohru at a table in his old mansion. The only thing on the table was a small metal mallet.
"W-What are we gonna do today?" asked Tohru. The elderly psychic sat down at the table across from him, crossing his arms.
"Different methods. Drastic methods, honestly... Are you sure you're up for this?" Despite the distress on the older man's face, Tohru nodded. "Okay then, Tohru... Put your hands on the table and spread out your fingers."
Tohru complied, albeit tentatively. The older man grabbed the mallet, swinging it down onto Tohru's right ring finger. There was an audible crack, and Tohru let out a shriek of agony, curling up in a ball and whimpering. The elderly psychic reached down, grabbing a first-aid kid and slamming it down on the table.
"You will learn to control your emotions by force. Now, suppress the pain and splint your finger."
His cool demeanor was a stark contrast to Tohru's pained whimpering. With a shaking hand, Tohru weakly bandaged his own finger. While his mentor was satisfied with the attempt, that particular finger would not set properly.
//I have found the pick up line that someone needs to say to Riku. Nao. You are so sweet you could put Hershey’s out of business. someone needs to say that to her//
A knock on Riku's door, "Ri? It's me, Anju!"Came anju's voice, she still had a hangover, but she had went out and got a small cake for her friend and such, since she had missed the actual birthdate..
Come on, Ri, put on a happy grin.
"Aaaaaan~JU!" The blonde cried, swinging the door open with arms up slightly. "I heard you were sick from Marcus--you shouldn't be up."
a floating orange float is in the air, there were two things that could mean, ghost, or marcus. Most likely marcus since the notebook opened, "Happy Birthday Riku! I... I apologize anju isn't here yet.. she's sick."Even by the way he wrote it, it was obvious that wasn't the whole truth
Okay, seeing a hovering orange float wasn't on her bucket list, but it happened anyway. Hand over her heart, the small girl nodded thankfully, though a bit skeptic by Marcus' own words.
"It's alright, she needs to focus on getting better. Tell her I'll text her soon, alright?"
