dementiafixation:

Clouds furled across the sky accompanied by the ugliest sound of the roaring wind. Rain splattered heavily across the shingled rooftop, not even slowing down the slightest with the passing minutes, and reminded the two souls hidden inside that the world wasn’t always kind. In fact, when was it ever, really? With each miracle came a curse… wasn’t it how the saying went? Ah, it didn’t really matter. After all, one of the souls didn’t care at all. She hadn’t like the world since… that accident happened. It was nasty to think about and she didn’t bring it up unless it was absolutely necessary. Even she had some crumpled values of her own believe it or not— as if she’d ever say it aloud though.

Considering her predicament, the thunderstorm was what she vaguely considered a “soft-spot.” The young girl didn’t like how it had made her feel in her own room— forgotten, isolated, and concentrated by her own shallow breaths. So, instead, she had demanded that hideous woman that she be with Yomi in Yomi’s room - YomiYomiYomi — or else she’d die.

“I already can’t walk because of you both. Do you wish me to die as well?”

It worked to the best of her advantage. The Takanashi’s residence was so easy when it came to pleasing her. Their lives were practically hers.

So now she was huddled away in her dearest friend’s bedroom, curled in her sheets, resting on her pillow, hands cupping her face. Currently the shorter of the two was leaning close to the other’s face, her long lustrous blonde hair cascading down onto the ebony’s chest. She knew the other would probably attempt a protest. Kagari, she would say in that desperate voice, my mother might hear. She never knew how careful Kagari was when it came to things like this— it wasn’t often she was given the chance to have more than a few hours in Yomi’s presence without her mother cautiously creeping about.

She smiled, breathing in the soapy freshness Yomi had, and edged closer.

Yomi would be going back to school soon and they both knew it— it hung over Kagari like the blade of a guillotine, sharp and ready to pierce her swiftly. The pseudo-cripple scrunched up her nose and quickly shooed the thought away, deciding to embrace the moment she had currently. She needed Yomi. Absolutely and utterly needed. She would be nothing without the bespectacled girl, and she felt she would be this way for quite some time.

Yomi would be hers forever.

Kagari smiled impishly, running her hands down Yomi’s nightwear and letting her less conservative thoughts flood her mind. “Yomi,” she murmured, “Yomi, protect me from the thunderstorm. Make me forget,” she finished, practically purring. She was punctuated with an ominous crack of thunder.

Wind and thunder rumbled overhead, rain hammering relentlessly against the window panes, seemingly magnified in the quiet room. At first, Yomi had thought little of the change in weather, offering it a short glance from her desk earlier in the evening. The preliminary signs of summer bleeding into autumn, nothing to pay much mind to. It was only as the storm slowly began to build that the girl grew uneasy, casting frantic glances at the window as the sky darkened and the rain began to pour— finally punctuated by the first rumble of thunder. She wasn’t scared of thunder storms… but she was all too aware of someone who was, unease gnawing at her fragile nerves as she slowly prepared to bed.

The call from her mother hadn’t been surprising.

The green eyed girl gazed back at the other, the two curled beneath her sheets, small hands cupping her face as the blonde smiled that same smile. She made no protest, lying supine as Kagari did as she pleased, the sensation of their mingling breath raising the fine hairs on the back of her neck. She wouldn’t deny the other anything, something they both knew all too well— what right did she have to refuse? It was her fault that her friend had… eyes fluttered shut for a moment, after a particularly loud crack of lightning.

The passage of time had seemed to slow to a lethargic pace over the past few months, hours spent together indoors, away from the blistering summer heat. How vacations were always spent— a part large part of her felt guilty for counting each passing day, closer and closer to the inevitable return to school that marked a reprieve… and once more, she felt guilty for considering the school year as such. Kagari needed her. She knew as much, the words whispered into her ears in a lilting tone on those few occasions away from her mother’s company. She loved the other girl— truly she did. Would she let her take so much if she didn’t? However, the longer the she spent in her company, the more those fond memories of their childhood seemed distant and hazy. The once sweet crybaby had become something altogether more… twisted.

But wasn’t that her fault too?

Yomi’s breath hitched slightly as the smaller girl’s hands moved, brushing down her nightwear, their intent clear.

“Yomi, Yomi, protect me from the thunderstorm. Make me forget.”

“K-Kagari,” the girl breathed, shivering slightly at the spoken words, her tone an unsteady whisper, “We can’t… m-my mother, she might…” the protest hung in the air, token resistance fleeting as it came. Shifting, she wrapped one arm loosely about the girl’s slight frame, bringing their foreheads together as though hoping the proximity would appease her.

“W… we should sleep.”