“She didn’t deserve that,” Megumi starts, attempting to keep whatever was left in his stomach down. Teshima Sachiko had been a nice girl, and had worked at a bakery three blocks from Megumi’s apartment. She’s still probably unconscious in some hospital bed, hopefully far, far, far away from them. From Satoru specifically.
Maybe she’s actually dead, which would be a blessing considering what Satoru did to her face. Megumi groans as his stomach lurches again, leaning against cold, slimy bricks to stay up.
“Nee, Me-gu-mi,” Satoru says mindlessly. He’s trying to figure out how to dispose of her eyes. Looking for the right spot where no one else will look. Ugly things, muddy brown with flecks of gold. The stupid girl looked at Megumi four weeks ago; now, she’ll never look at him again. Maybe that’ll get Megumi to stay inside again; he had been getting too adventurous over the past few months. Leaving the apartment without Satoru and had been running errands on his own.
“Get rid of them, Satoru!” Megumi whispers, well, attempting to whisper; it’s more of a yell, given how far it carries down the damp alleyway.
“You know, if you keep making noise, someone will stumble our way.”
Megumi blanches, face paler than normal, and focuses on the ground. On various shaped dirty little pebbles, trash, and small puddles of water from the rain that had occurred earlier. On anything but the f*cking eyes in the bag that Satoru was holding.
Satoru supposes he shouldn’t drag this out any further. If Megumi threw up like he did with the last pair, Satoru would have to find a new hiding spot.
There’s some noise: Satoru’s shoes crunching under the gravel, a trash lid being opened, plastic bags being pushed around, and take-out boxes smushed.
Metal meeting metal echoes throughout the empty alleyway, causing Megumi to flench. Eyebrows twisting downwards, lips opening as if to tell Satoru off again.
He doesn’t.
“Ta~da! All gone, Me-gu-mi.” Satoru sings out as he makes his way back to Megumi.
There are three different knives on Satoru’s personnel. He has at least five inches on Megumi since his last growth spurt and outweighs him by twenty kilograms if Megumi is being generous. Megumi could reach the one Satoru carried in his side pocket, but Satoru could probably snap Megumi’s wrist again before anything could be done. Megumi remembers when he could easily lift the kid as they grew up together. He wishes he could still do so, to lift the white-haired boy up and chuck him off a bridge. He should have years ago.
“Aren’t you going to thank me?”
Satoru’s question breaks Megumi out of his murderous fantasies, and suddenly, a thick, tall body is in front of Megumi. White hair a bit scuffled, head tilted to the side, with Satoru’s glasses having fallen from their normal resting place.
Aquamarine meets green sapphire eyes.
“Lean down,” Megumi demands, hands twitching.
Satoru leans down, and aquamarine orbs are hidden behind empty black lenses again.
Satoru’s head is pushed to the right with the force of Megumi’s slap. Blood infects Satoru’s taste buds as ruby bubbles up from his newly broken inner lip. Glasses fly off Satoru’s face, clacking against the stained brick wall and then landing with a plop! in a small puddle of somthing. Harsh breathing fills the alleyway, Megumi’s harsh breathing, as his body attempts to relax itself.
“You know Megumi,” Satoru starts, fingers twitching, licking his lips. “You’re really annoying sometimes.”
There’s no retaliation. Both Satoru and Megumi know this. Satoru would never lay a hand on Megumi; it’s their second commandment. Satoru’s stupid money mind may instinctively flinch out, but he’d never, with meaning, ever harm Megumi. His god and blessing all in one body of flesh. Megumi could ask him to walk through fire and burn his entire body up, and Satoru would in a heartbeat. Megumi wouldn’t even have to ask twice. If it meant Megumi could crack even the tiniest smile, Satoru would dance on broken glass.
“You’re a f*cking freak,” Megumi mutters in between exhales. “I’m leaving.”
Megumi turns to leave Satoru, his glasses, and Teshima-san’s f*cking eyes in the disaster that is this random alleyway in Osaka. Satoru frowns, watching Megumi leave. He sighed as he picked up his glasses and put them in his front pocket.
Megumi can be such a bitch sometimes.
Like a curse, Satoru follows after, not even bothering to catch up; he’ll do so eventually. Watches the people that interact with Megumi as the elder storms off. Takes note of every person who spends too much time looking at Megumi.
Megumi waits for him at their favorite restaurant, Satoru’s favorite; Megumi doesn’t like eating out much. But it’s tradition, a celebration that Megumi has to join in on, or Satoru will gift Megumi ten new sets of eyes to wake up to. (Last time that occurred, Satoru specifically chose children’s eyes to sacrifice to Megumi. Watching Megumi’s reaction when they turned on the news was a delight.)
He orders ginger chicken for Megumi, and Satoru gets some sort of plum fish. They eat, or Satoru eats, and Megumi pokes at his food with trembling chopsticks. They leave the restaurant, and Megumi throws up roughly three blocks away.
It’s cute, Megumi’s reaction to his devotion. Satoru’s simply correcting nature; mortal eyes shouldn’t be allowed to grace a god. Only Satoru, the honoured one, has that glory.
Satoru helps the elder home and sneaks candy from the kitchen that Tsumiki keeps for him. She was such a smart girl, keeping her head down whenever Satoru came around. (She’s apparently off overseas finishing her degree. Megumi doesn’t know that Satoru already knows that because Satoru forced her into making that decision.)
Megumi is sick once more, and Satoru makes him instant miso in return, it’s Megumi’s safe food. (He hates it when Megumi eats and puts on weight, but that’s another story for another day.) They end the day with Megumi resting in bed, buried under too many blankets, and Satoru simply playing on his phone on the floor next to the bed.
“Sleep well Megumi!” Satoru chirps when he notices Megumi begin to drift off. The drugs Satoru put in the soup always helped Megumi go to sleep. Made Megumi more open to cuddling with Satoru. Usually, Megumi would push the younger one away. Satoru could rationalise that. Megumi was a god, and a god shouldn’t cuddle with humans. Despite Megumi’s divinity, Megumi’s wants will always come second to Satoru’s needs. If Satoru wanted to cuddle, he would get his cuddles, with or without Megumi agreeing to them.
It’d be a good twenty minutes until Satoru could squeeze in next to Megumi.
When Megumi’s eyes finally shut, Satoru starts the countdown timer on his phone, and waits.
