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( she shouldn't be moving around just yet, but you know what? she's full of ibuprofen and wasted energy from laying around the past two days so she's off to check on akira, because he's absolutely at school and the moment she sees him she's gonna firmly grab his hand.

this happens because he's here, no doubt about it!!!!!!!!! )

[ Amami makes it back to the real world, just in time to see the skin in the front of Rokkun's throat open up and spill out.

Guess what's going to happen!! ]

[ an update:

"wet" cat food >>> oblong rainbow kibble > boring brown kibble >>> actual wet cat food ]

( does komaeda regret meeting him? how can he regret someone he doesn't remember, how can he regret someone who hasn't done anything to make him regret. he didn't answer that question properly, but it does play in his mind — if something like him didn't exist, rokkun would be fine right now, why does it seem like every time he tries to give something a chance... it wasn't meant for him to have. this builds character, this makes komaeda realize once again he shouldn't take part in other people's lives —

oh rokkun, there were things he wanted to know, things he wanted to do, whatever fake life he had planned komaeda was willing to listen. his type of hope also made komaeda curious, wondering where it would take him, and yet, the only thing komaeda continues to witness is their hands held together in some sick and twisted time loop.

he should let go, he'll do what he can to let go, he won't impose his existence on him if that's what it means to free him from his grasp. he tries again, a second time, getting to his feet. even during this unfortunate event, this unlucky scenario he's found himself in — talent is talent, and he's quick to turn his head when he's rushing past the ultimate within the void realm with him. )

Akira. Akira Fujioka, 3-C, bring him here!

( he's irritated, he's annoyed, but he rushes to the bathroom next door — he cracked the first mirror he saw before, so he goes for the middle to break that. once he's back into reality with a blink of his eyes, his hand tightening onto the other's own — )

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( there's a shiver down his spine as he hears saihara speak, for the ultimate detective to mention murdering another person without hesitation. it sounds almost too natural, but he doesn't turn his heard to look at him, instead, he keeps his eyes face forward as he feels that subtle itch in his chest. it's risky, something he didn't expect out of him, and he wonders does that stem from his profession — is that why it's so easy for him? is that how far his hope will go? )

Why? When he murders... the information is given to you once someone finds out, right?

( he does pretty well in keeping his voice natural despite being so interested in saihara's way of talking about life or death. the room feels a little hot, but he appears unbothered as he watches the way their vice principal's eyes leave from him to saihara. komaeda shifts his gaze to look around the room just to know if they're the only one's inside or not to hear this conversation. )

What's wrong with a little heads up, though... you are pretty incompetent, what's the point of your position if you can't do something as simple as nurture the hopes of your students.

( he says that, thoughtful as he slides one hand into the pocket of his jacket. )

( yeah, that probably checks out. though when amami gets there, he closes the door behind him before komaeda comes in, then kind of stands there for a minute after — hope that rika is already boiling the water on the side too, because amami will be on komaeda control duty for a bit here. c'mon, the whole point was to not give the cat access to rika's new pet rat.

rokkun may pass though, if he comes in after them. )

( okay well now the imps might as well get him anyway just because, tf. does amami have the rock he wanted...

either way, he takes in komaeda's words seriously, and when he next breaks the mirror, shuts his eyes tight. turns on his heel, and bolts down to the other end of the hallway, skidding to a stop in front of class 3-C and slamming the door open. )

Akira Fujioka?!

( he don't know this kid, but he's just going to yell the name and hope someone responds. )

okay, so, Akira got run over by a bus,

[They're a good kid... Lucifer reaches out to pat their hair and fluff it a bit.]

It does, I think. [Not that he's the expert on kids or humans or what size sticks/swords they should be swinging around, but.] Regardless, thank you for making this day special for me. I rarely celebrate my own birthday, [he forgets it exists also he's too old to care now] and it's been a fun day. I wouldn't want to keep you from your own family, though... it is Sunday, after all. Be safe going home.

oh ok, that's alright because komaeda and amami realize this is just a bad dream and wake up

[ The timeline splinters—-

In one, Komaeda and Amami open their eyes, lids leaden with sleep and the dappled summer sun that makes waking slow, enveloped by the smell of earth and grass upon which they lay under the shade of the wisteria. In between them lays Rokkun, eyes closed and breathing deep and steady, still asleep. He is whole and unharmed, his wrists bare and unmarked. It feels safe. It feels...

... ]

[ In another, Akira hears his name, stammering out an apology to his teacher who is just as bewildered as he is, nearly overturning his chair in scrambling out of the classroom in response to Amami's yelling. His left arm is in a sling, and one of his feet drags as he pulls himself to the door, stomach clenching at the sight of blood, at Rokkun who still hasn't let go of Komaeda's hand even as he doubles over in shock and pain, his hand a vicegrip in Komaeda's.

He should let go. He should've let go, one hand to clamp over his throat and stem what blood he can, the other to grab at whatever is trying to burrow into his neck and fling it aside, but he only has one free hand and he weighs his options.

Blood spills down his front as he wrenches something off his neck, fingers digging deep until he can feel them puncture and give, hot and wet as his own blood that coats his hand. He sidesteps, the image of a """soccer ball""" in his mind as he brings his foot down hard and feels something crunch beneath his shoe— scoop, toss, leg sweeping and shin slamming something that hits the ground thirty feet away. The one on his arm skitters up his shoulder with needle claws, digging in so Rokkun can't shake it off but he doesn't mean to— he turns and drives the shoulder straight into the wall, gritting his teeth against the screech that sounds right against his ear.

His knees give. His breath gurgles through his throat. ]

[Salt is indeed used in purification rituals, yes, this is a thing. We love salt in this house.

Hikaru is baby and Lucifer thanks them for a job well done with regards to getting supplies. Sorry to whoever lost part of their plant but this is literally a matter of life and death.]

We're going to be doing these spells in the order of breaking the bind, banishing, and hex-breaking. The latter is more of another level of protection than anything. I don't know what virulent magics are lurking in the area, but it's better to attempt to get rid of something that isn't there rather than risk letting a problem sit.

When I say "we", I mean that most of this is going to have to be done by you guys. If I could do all of this myself, I would have done it. ["You guys" not referring to Clamor.] In the case of magic, it's better that the original casters end the spells and therefore break the curses, rather than having someone else do it. [BUT LUCIFER WOULD LIKE TO POINT OUT THAT IF HE HAD HIS POWERS BACK THIS WOULD BE TRIVIAL! Blah blah Pride Demon blah blah look how cool he is.] If any of you have a lighter or a match and a bowl we can burn things safely in, that would be appreciated. Other than that...

[Clamor, you're up! Lucifer gestures to him, because they're not going to do this without those protective wards being charged first.]

[ Their smile drops a little at the mention of home, but... Lucifer's right. They can't stay in school forever; they have to go home. ]

I will. And you too, senpai! Let's celebrate next year too, and the next year, and the next!

[ The only reason he doesn't immediately run away from Rika is because he was told to keep weight off his leg, and also not to let girls grab his hand that's pretty much just his finger sticking out of a cast bound in a sling. But he's alive! I guess. For now. ]

Wha- Kawai-san? What happened?!

[ It's true, it would be Natsume's fault. ]

Not in a way that can be tasted. If you want that experience, ask somebody to cook for you and you alone.

[ Maya starts packing up a lunchbox so she can get up and leave. ]

[ What does having to eat matter for—- ]

Oh my god. YOU'D BETTER NOT BE SHOWING ME ACTUAL SHIT, HYDE!!

( Hey wait—

he yanks away whatever she's picking from at the moment with a sigh, raising it above his head. )

I was only kidDING, Little Wolf. Stay a little while lonGER? ( ... ) I promise to refrain from teasing you about things that aren't in any way TRUE.

[+1 to we love salt in this house, salt-chalk is a new one but Clamor isn't gonna complain. He'll just have to do it a little more slowly to get the inscriptions right...

It is is still kind of annoying that neither he nor Lucifer can do the magic part themselves, but Clamor isn't going to let that negativity show. Better to stay positive!!]

New magic can be intimidating, but if you all could summon these imps by yourselves, I have no doubt that you'll be able to handle the un-summoning just fine! We'll do a couple practise runs on the smaller circles, then we'll tackle the big ones, alright?

[They're simple wards, so all it really takes is a bit of focus and willpower from the caster to get them to charge up. The smaller practise circles can even be used as talismans! Really shitty talismans, since its not a spell that downscales well, but they can tape the paper to their chest and it'll probably deflect an incoming spell once before breaking. More importantly they can fuck up on those ones and it'll be nbd just make sure you got it before they get to the Real Deal.

The binding spells are just a simple, though he's not walking them through how to draw them because that's the last thing we need right now, a cult with the power to bind people to a spot. It only lasts a minute or two tops but still. He'll also remember to warn everyone not to step in them once they're active, because there's a bunch of people here and "binding spells that don't affect allies" would take way too long to teach right now, these traps are mostly here to catch any imps that might slip out of the banishing area or try to escape.

anyway ALL OF THAT IS HAPPENING hope you guys weren't planning on doing anything else after school today because this is a mandatory magic lesson

There is still one matter left to deal with, though... getting the imps to show up where they want them to. Did Hikaru find out whose blood was on the herbs?]

... I don't even want to suggest this, but these are desperate times. [inexperienced casters at work, short on supplies, people dying, etc.] If the imps were exposed to blood in the last attempt, it's likely they'll react to that same person's blood a second time. It doesn't have to be a large amount. If we can get that person's cooperation, we might even be able to deal with all of them at once.

[and if not, well... he looks to Lucifer, who seems to know more about both the imps and blood magic, so maybe he'll have a better backup plan if that one falls through.]

[ ...That's what they forgot. To ask about the blood. It had to be Akira's, right? since he was the one who collected the herbs. It has to be, because if it's after school, people are going to go home soon and all this effort everybody's putting in won't be realized until the next day at the earlier—- but it's no problem if it's Akira's blood.

Hikaru excuses themselves for a moment while everybody's learning the circles, saying they'll grab lighters and a large mixing bowl to burn things in, and in the meantime, grab a sample of Akira's blood.

They're quick to slip in and out, knowing exactly where everything is, and is back before long. ]

Here— [ They make to hand a little microcentrifuge tube with a single drop of blood inside to Clamor because he's the one who asked, but chickens out at the last moment and dumps everything in front of Lucifer, they're together, it's the same thing. ]

This is Fujioka-senpai's. Can you test to see if it works?

( no, he has two free hands, because komaeda's going to let go to assist him in some way, it's him following what rokkun does — he pays attention to the way he moves, where the pain must be stemming from, and if he manages to get a good idea, he'll follow up on it. he recalls being asked would he apply here if he knew this is what he'd be doing now, at the time, he didn't understand — instead, he gave his innocent reply of helping people's hopes. it still checks out, he may be an untalented, a piece of the normal crowd, but there's still hope inside of him, and komaeda thinks how much of a waste if...

plant just a little despair so that the hopes of those who witness are able to grow from beneath the dirt into something amazing. that's why rokkun suffers through this, because he'll grow stronger, they all do, the extent of their hope makes it so.

he reaches forward, his attempt to catch the other with one arm around his waist once his knees give out so that he doesn't fall to the ground. it's painful to do so, especially since it's the arm he's previously stabbed himself with in order to help someone else, so komaeda trembles. people are so fragile around him, so he doesn't understand the idea of holding someone close like they're precious to you. it's the last thing on his mind as he holds him in concern and anticipation of what'll happen next, and if rokkun makes any hint that there's something near his ear, komaeda isn't against using his prosthetic to reach out to whatever it may be — if he feels anything, he'll squeeze without a care in the world, he's not thinking too much — really, his body is only responsive gestures towards what will cease the pain.

when he thinks about speaking, his words are caught in his throat, he thinks it's a waste of time too, he finds it unfair, but it's when he feels eyes behind him that he doesn't even make an effort to turn around. he knows that amami went and pulled akira from class, there's no way he didn't — ultimates like him are competent, they're able to get things done, they're what brings hope to this cruel world, sometimes bad things happen to strengthen others. )

Hurry up, Fujioka-kun! ( there's urgency in his voice, his eyes won't move from staring at the expression rokkun wears. ) Do what you did to all the others...

( if he connects the eyes of that mystery person within the science club room, and then the eyes during student council match — madison was sane enough, that's fine, just like that, or even the docile set of people that stood in wait. komaeda doesn't care. )

Save him, turn him into one of them, it doesn't matter what you do.

( looks up because the timeline's already splintered but.

when amami finally does look, finds himself thrown into the other side, cracks the surface of the glass again, the nausea rolls through his stomach all at once. even so, he's not one to hesitate — only falters a moment through the entire thing, and if akira hasn't already gotten moving, amami will make him.

taking akira's wrist, he pulls the other boy forward behind him — sharp and sudden and meant to get the point across more than actually take him anywhere, and he lets go as soon as he's made his point. knows better than to actually drag him into the midst of this mess if it's not where he's wanting to go. but with akira directly behind him, he makes to run back over to the other two. blood rushes in his ears, his vision tunnels, and all he sees is the sickening red that stains the scene. he swallows down his hesitation, doubts, fears, closes the distance, and if there's any other indication of movement on or near the other two, that's what he zeroes in on, focusing first on not having the situation get any worse. on not losing anything more. otherwise, he'll make to try and help komaeda, to hold rokkun up so they can get him... somewhere. the nurse's office, maybe, but really, anywhere is better than here.

he doesn't know what akira is meant to do in a situation like this, or what komaeda is talking about, but he knows they have to do something. )

So there's a certain way to loving you? You should tell me, Arisu-san! Are you in love with anyone here?

( help, i think about this video rina sent me, and komaeda's enneagram did some annoying shit like this. )

[Lucifer sitting here processing that like, uh, yeah, sure. Hooboy. Now, theoretically, if this blood is placed in the centre of the binding circle and the ritual begins, the imps should sense the magic and, if this is the blood of the one they're bound to, they should come running.

That's how Lucifer explains it anyway. For obvious reasons of not sending everyone to the void and also not getting like, hepatitis or anything, Lucifer keeps the tube sealed and instead just sets it in the middle of the circle.]

If this blood doesn't do it, the imps are usually attracted to fighting, which means I can very easily stir something up and get them to flock in here. More of them kept congregating wherever I wound up fighting to defend other students, after all.

[Probably, ha...ha... we'll fuck around and we'll find out, surely.

Naturally, he explains the other things that must be done when the imps are trapped ahead of time. That means mixing the herbs properly and getting ready to burn them. In particular, Lucifer goes ahead and draws the original summoning circle on a piece of paper from his notebook, rolls it up, and wraps it in the honeysuckle stem. Once the imps are in the circle, he says, to break the bind to the person whose blood was spilt, they'll have to burn the bundle he presents Hikaru (the one he clearly trusts the most to handle things). It doesn't matter how fast it burns, so long as intent is put behind it. Magic is all about intent, after all. And also please burn that in the bowl for the safety of hands and fingers and avoiding a fire in general, thank you.

The step after that is to spread the cloves and thyme around the circle and chant some freaky Latin phrases which Lucifer has helpfully written down. It's like a cheatsheet of "how to unfuck something you've fucked up big time" but only for minor inconveniences like imps. Sadly, they cannot unsummon Kokichi with this one. In practice, his portion of the spell is simple, but it should be aided by the magical energy going into the protective wards. And, again, intent. And also the salt in the chalk.

Hex-breaking is for after the little shits are gone and no longer a plague upon this realm.

So, if/when everyone's clear on what they're doing, Lucifer positions himself sort of away from everything else in case he has to go hunt down some imps. Are the imps going to come to this vial of blood? Does Lucifer have to go stir up trouble... he can do this all night. These kids can't, but he can.]

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