𝗠𝗔𝗚𝗜𝗖𝗜𝗔𝗡'𝗦 𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗬! ━━━━ mao isara (on hold)

29. by you (madamao)

ᡣ𐭩 . child!mao & ghost!madara | angst

"So... you're a ghost?" The young Mao tilts his head to the side with wonder. Kelly green eyes wide and shined with innocence as he stared up at the man 'sitting' at the end of his bed. "That's right!" The brunette male - Madara, as Mao learned that his name was called - responds with a smile to the young child. "Can you do magic tricks as a ghost?"

"'Magic'?" For a second, Madara was confused on what Mao meant, until an idea figuratively hits his thoughts, "Oh! You mean..." he leans towards Mao, reaching out for the small white cat teddy that Mao had lying in his lap. Mao watched on, gasping when seeing his favourite soft toy disappear for a moment just as Madara got close to his personal bubble. "Where did he go?" Slight panic withering in his tone as Mao peeked back up at Madara and the panic a second after withers as he sees the cat in one of Madara's hands now.

"You made kitty teleport?!"

"No- I mean... yeah, sure. Teleport." Madara hands the cat teddy back towards Mao, placing it back into the beaujolais-haired boy's lap once more who immediately picks the soft toy back up, squeezing the cat into a tight hug with a grin of astonishment.

"Is there anything else you can do as a ghost?"

Madara taps one pointer finger against his chin in thought, "let's see... well, there is one more thing I can show you before I run out of energy..."

With eagerness, Mao leaned forward, "can I know?!"

...

"...MAO!"

"Huh?!" From where he stood, walking down the full corridor of his school, the familiar shout of the male ghost he befriended years ago echoed his holler into his ear, causing Mao to leave from the eclipse of his thoughts and making his head lift from looking down at the ground and to in front of him. He stops walking immediately when seeing Madara standing in front of him with a frown creasing his facial features.

"I've been calling you for ten minutes," Madara begins as he peeks one glowing green eye open and staring at Mao from the sideways position he stood in, with arms crossed in a serious matter. "I just had to save you from getting a pencil thrown towards your face. Honestly, what's up with you lately? You're rarely ever this sour."

"A pencil thrown to my face...?" Mao frowns as he then looks around his surroundings, seeing quite a few students standing idle about for any reason possible, and just as he glances towards his left-front, towards where the corridor he stood in cuts into two sides, a familiar student with red hair and streaks of white catches his attention, the said redhead seemed to tut and grits his teeth as he walks around the corner after realising that he had failed at reaching Mao, causing Mao's frown to further deepen in upset.

Mao then glances back to the ghost in front of him. "And to answer your question... well..." hesitation wraps its slithering red strings tight around Mao's figure with harsh restriction of thought. "There's nothing."

A huff comes from the tall spirit, "I can tell you're lying Little Mao, but if whatever is distracting you isn't as bad as you say, then so be it. At least tell me when something is wrong, I'm here to help you when you need it. You know that, right?"

Mao nods in response. "Of course I do..."

...

"They're fighting again...!" His voice withers with panic, kelly green eyes glancing towards the closed door to his own bedroom. Mao held his hands up to his ears, hoping to close the noise of his parents fighting into a quieter volume. His knees lie against his chest as he rests against the headboard of his bed. A few stray tears from the flames of panic and anxiety streaked down his cheeks every few moments or so.