𝙻𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚔 || Hyakkimaru

•|| cleave ||•

To hurt or be hurt?

I can recall being questioned so by a friend whilst playing truth or dare. If I were to be honest, I wasn't quite fond of the query -- finding it so cliché and typical for a highschool girl who has always indulged herself in romance and unamusing heartbreaks.

Well, that aside though, my reply was already made up in a heartbeat the question was given. As much as it was a terrible habit of mine to always choose truth in the simple game only to lie afterwards, I honestly didn't find any reason to keep my answer private.

For the simple-minded, they could easily draw out a small conclusion from any person who would answer the inquiry. Those who chose "to hurt" are selfish swines who only think about themselves, while answering "be hurt" simply means you are such a generous and selfless angel that would sacrifice yourself for the greater good.

It may sound hypocritical, but if I were to be frank, at least seventy-five percent of those who answered "be hurt" hasn't entirely understood what true pain is. With that in mind, there is a sixty to seventy pervent chance that their true choice would have been "to hurt."

Now, considering my over-all average yet blunt persona, my honest choice would have been the former. I expected being bombed with follow-up questions, but my snarky ass would point out that they were only allowed to ask once.

"...Onee-san..."

Shooting my eyes open, I found a pair of machiato pools staring into my (e/c) hues. I could discern a flash of concern and fear gleaming through her round orbs, her reaction sending me into puzzlement.

"Dororo?" I muttered out, letting my (e/c) eyes scan the area. Realizing I was not in my room -- where I clearly recall going to bed hours ago -- I found my eyebrows knitting together in further confusion. Was I sleep walking again?

"You..." Hearing Hyakkimaru's familiar voice, I whirled my head around to find the said male pinning me on the ground. My hands were secured by his tight grip behind my back, my body forced to face downwards. As his prosthetic hues clashed with my (e/c) ones, the raven-haired teen breathed out a soft sigh before loosening his hold.

Once again, I was thrown off into bewilderment.

"Onee-san, is everything alright?" The boyish girl rushed to my side the moment I sat up whilst rubbing my wrist, instantly grabbing my shoulders to examine my profile. "You attempted to attack Aniki just a while ago. Do you--"

"I -- What?!" Not even allowing the raven-haired child to finish her sentence, I gushed out the word in panic, shooting up from my seat. I spared a glance towards Hyakkimaru -- the latter pursing his lips into a thin line in response.

A sea of thoughts crashed in my mind, occupying my brain as I began processing the muddled data at my utmost capability. However, with how vague and flummoxing the events seemed, I could barely comprehend the confounding situation. Among the things that I had encountered in this world -- it wasn't rare to find a situation that didn't make a single sense -- but this one simply outstands the rest.

I could conclude one fact though, recalling from Mizukai and Yonokawa's speech from the back of my mind. A trigger -- it was a wonder "to what" and "from what" they were referring to. From the little information I have, I can only come to the conclusion that this was what they were discussing at the time.

"(Y/N)!" Snapping me out of my pondering was the bronze-haired familiar of the shrine, the young-looking boy rushing towards the room with ragged breaths. Upon laying his amber orbs at me, Mizukai breathes out a heavy sigh of relief. "Thank god..."