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I'm not an AI doomer but I am AI cautious, and I think the future holds something more general purpose than the generators we have now.
But I also think people are off base about the danger. Both in aims (a "rogue" AI seems unlikely; one told to do evil by its owners, however?) but more importantly, in methods.
I'm not concerned about ultra-tech or super manipulators; I think the issue is in a capability that humans already naturally dismiss: cooperation, coordination, administration; and how those scale.
An AI won't be dangerous because it invents fusion powered lasers and gray goo, it'll be dangerous because it can do the work of a nation state, but directed by a single will.
(below the cut, some elaboration)
To be clear, I don't actually dismiss, out of hand, the potential of an AI to develop physical tools and processes faster than humans could, and implement them better.
Nor the idea that it could be as much better than a human salesman or spinmeister as AlphaZero is at chess than any human chess master. (I think some people underestimate this because the danger of a good manipulator is that they don't make you feel manipulated. People don't want to acknowledge their own psychosocial limitations. I've seen people say about mass targeted harassment campaigns, "Well, I would just ignore it," because they've never actually been tested that way.)
Both of these are easily memeable and more easily dismissed: "Maybe it can be smart but it can't be magic!"
But I don't think that's the most likely weapon to be wielded by a machine intelligence (or "general purpose goal satisfying applied statistics system" if "intelligence" is too loaded for you).
People dismiss conspiracy theorists because they (correctly) realize the goal and methods those theorists describe are, uh, fucking stupid. But more rarely people point at the fact that the level of coordination and cooperation to hide the moon landing or the shape of the Earth is just impossible.
I think that people may intellectually understand that every single one of the 8 billion human beings on this planet is a real whole actual person with a life and interiority; but they don't grok it on an intuitive level. I think this is true even of people that don't believe in the Illuminati.
So they might intellectually know that a vast machine intelligence could have the equivalent intellectual goal-satisfying power of a nation, and that every iota of that power is moving in perfectly coordinated lockstep, directed by one purpose. But it doesn't scare them because on one emotional level, they already think of nations as working like that. And so even if pointed out, they imagine that vastness being just as ineffectual and inefficient as large corporations and countries.
Just think about the "personal FBI agent" memes. Of course those are tongue in cheek, but I think there's something real underlying that. People imagine themselves as already heavily surveilled and manipulated, but it just doesn't do enough to them. We can't truly imagine what it'd be like to have an entire human's amount of awareness tracking our every step for the sole purpose of using us for some goal.
I'm just always thinking about somebody who has seen a tea kettle moving a pinwheel and goes, "I don't see what's so scary, powerful, or useful about steam. This 'industrial revolution' idea is a pipe dream."
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Promise to Keep (Eames x Reader) [Request]
Hiya! Could you do Eames x reader drabble? The reader was the team's architect before Ariadne, and Eames has always had feelings for her but he's genuinely a dick so she never knew. She comes back briefly to teach Ariadne the ropes and Eames tries desperately to get her to stay. Something cute, but also annoying bc he really is a beautifully arrogant man. Love your work!!! â Requested by anon
Warnings:Â none
Gif Source: dicapriho
Eames returned to Cobbsâs base of operations after a long night of shadowing Browning to find the place dark but for one well-lit corner. Voices drifted across the space. One belonged to Ariadne, the newest addition to the team.
The other stopped him cold in his tracks.
âYou have to have your own secrets and tricks that are unique to you,â the voice said.
He couldnât believe it. Approaching as quietly as possible, he rounded the corner to see Ariadne seated in a chair, notebook balanced on one kneeâŚ
And you, perched on the edge of the table, for a moment carefree, engaged in your craft with a smile on your face that made Eamesâs heart skip painfully.
Then you saw him, and the smile slipped, your shoulders squaring and your feet touching the ground. âEames.â
He couldnât even breathe your name for fear it was a dream. How long had it been since you had left?
âYou two know each other?â Ariadne asked.
âSure,â you said. âWe used to work together.â
Clearing his throat, Eames smiled, only the corners of it shaky. âThat we did. Cobbs hired her on for nickels and dimes.â
Your lips pressed into a thin line. âWhereas Eames came begging for work to get out of debt.â
Eames feigned a wince. âI see your tongue is still scathing.â
âAnd yours no less silver.â
Ariadne glanced between you both, slowly closed her notebook. âMaybe I should leave.â
âI have nothing much left to teach you anyway,â you said. âArthur can teach you the rest.â
âThank you, again.â
âOf course.â
Waving timidly at Eames, Ariadne hurried from the building, leaving you and Eames alone. Eames perched himself on the edge of the table, facing you. Your arms folded across your chest.
âHow long have you been teaching her?â he asked.
âTwo weeks.â
Eamesâs eyebrows arched in surprise. âCobb never told me.â
âWhy would he? It wasnât relevant.â
âYou and I have different ideas of what constitutes relevant.â
You snorted, shook your head. As you looked away, Eames took in your profile. It hadnât much changed in the years since you had left, except for maybe a tinge of sadness and a stiffness in the neck he didnât understand.
Fidgeting in the silence, you said, âYou know why Cobb brought me on, right?â
âEnlighten me.â
âhe canât trust himself.â
A mild twinge of alarm courses through him. âIs that your professional opinion?â
Trying not to snort, you continued, âHe canât teach Ariadne everything, because heâll know the secrets. But he canât use me because he knows most of mine.â
âIf he had asked you to do this, would you have accepted?â
You hesitated. âPerhaps. But inception? I donât know.â
âYou donât think itâs possible?â
âI donât think itâs prudent.â
His eyebrows arched again. âYouâre a far cry from the woman I knew.â
âIâve been offering security consulting,â you answered in clipped tones.
âAh.â
âNot all of us find it fulfilling to waste our time and luck in gambling dens.â
He grinned. âOh, how Iâve missed this.â
âI havenât,â you lied.
But he could see right through it, could see you fighting against an answering smirk on your lips.
âFor all you know,â you continued, trying to conceal it, âI may have trained your client.â
âDid you?â
âIâm afraid that is privileged information.â
He chuckled in that low, sultry tone of his. âAlright, then. Have it your way. Itâs more fun that way.â
âItâs always about fun with you, isnât it?â
âWhatâs the point of life if you donât find the humor in it?â
You nodded, but the tightness had returned to your mouth. Chest constricting, Eames kicked himself inwardly. He groped for something to say.
âWell,â you said in the silence, pushing yourself off the table, âIâd better be going.â
âSo soon? Weâve hardly had a reunion.â
âDo we need one?â
The question cut him to the core. He covered it with a wry smile. âWhy not? Surely Arthur would appreciate your droll company.â
âDroll? How flattering.â
It is to me, he thought. He watched you pack up an attachĂŠ case you had brought, secreting notebooks inside.
âWhat Iâm hearing,â he said, desperate to slow your progress, âis you donât build anymore.â
âI do.â
âBut not for anything fun.â
âFun again,â you mumbled. âNo, I suppose not. But I enjoy the work.â
âI canât imagine wasting my talent and energy on consulting. No imagination involved.â
You turned to him, one eyebrow arched. âOh, really! You donât think itâs exciting to look into the minds of some of the richest and influential people on the planet?â
His lips pulled into a genuine grin. There was the woman he knew, unable to resist the inner secrets of those whose dreams you hijacked.
You nearly matched the smile, then caught yourself. Clearing your throat, you nodded as though to yourself and clasped the case shut.
Anxiety spiked again in Eamesâs chest. He stood suddenly, circling around you to block your path. âCobb says Ariadne is the best Architect heâs seen.â
Hurt flickered across your face. âYes, she is talented.â
âYet heâll have Arthur crush her creativity.â
âI doubt heâll be capable of that. She is a creative force.â
âBut only as an Architect.â
You frowned. âWhat are you getting at, Eames?â
How he loved the sound of his name on your lips. âAre you sure Cobb didnât ask you back because he knows you? Or because your skill is lacking?â
You drew back, your jaw clenching. âScathing as ever, you are.â
âScathing? Never.â
You tried to step past him. He let you walk a few steps before stepping in front of you again, walking backward so as not to break your pace.
âAll Iâm saying is that you arenât merely an Architect.â
âNo, Iâm a consultant.â
âThen consult.â He stopped, making you stop as well. âArthur could use some help in the creativity department.â
Your tone bit. âWell, between you and Ariadne, heâll have plenty of help in spades.â
âSheâs too fresh, and he doesnât much appreciate my adviceânor my methods.â
âUnless Cobb asks, I wonât offer my services.â
âWhy not? There is such a lack of creativity on this team, I canât be expected to shoulder it alone.â
You shook your head, chuckling dryly to yourself. For a moment, Eames held his breath, hoping he had succeeded in convincing you to stay.
Then you frowned, peering up at him with a gaze so intense he nearly fell to his knees. âI left, Eames. Iâm not needed here.â
You pushed past him, concealing your own hurt. You didnât see the pain in Eamesâs face, too concerned about escaping the base of operations and returning to your life of safety.
âStay.â
Your steps faltered. Turning back to him, you stared at his silhouette, the light behind him. He stepped forward slowly, shifting until the light fell across his face. He had spoken the word with such seriousness that you wondered if it was a trick, an actorâs trick. But he remained quiet, his eyes boring into yours.
No trick.
Your heart stuttering in your chest, you asked, âYou really think you can incept this client?â
âAbsolutely.â
You spoke slowly, choosing your words with care. âIf you do incept himâsuccessfullyâthen I will come back.â
Eamesâs full lips parted, a faint hint of surprise and relief on his face. You smiled weakly at him, shaken by his naked emotion, and left him standing there in the semi-dark.
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Eames stood at the door to the vault, watched Robert Fischer reach into the safe as the dream crumbled around them both. Eamesâs heart beat furiously.
Robert tilted up the pinwheel. Tears coursed down his cheeks.
The faintest of smiles twitched at Eamesâs lips.
You had a promise to keep.
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Heart Emoji Tickle Asks, REAVY Answers
Heart emoji tickle asks!!!
â¤ď¸: What teases fluster you the most? Baby talk and confidant taunts as well as mocking taunts, Sadistic taunts
đ§Ą: Favorite tools? I mean hands and feathers are good but I aso love Brushes inlcuding the electric kind, pinwheels toe floss! back scratchers, vibrators, tickle machines, drills, sponges, combs and also Experimant ideals. I like to make up fun new tickle tools as well, Iâd be eagure to share my ideals with you too~
đ: Favorite spots? Good question Iâm ticklish everywhere so donât just tickle one spot I like you try everywhere, leaving no spot uncchecked.......well er unless we do sfw, then not all spots but if nsfw......well you get the point. and by no spot untouched that includes the palms and fingers too, because believe it or not those are ticklish as well
đ¤: Death spots? Youâll have to find out ;p
đ: Gentle tickles or wrecking? I mean gentle is fine but come on! Wreck me and make me cry
đ: What type of lee are you? I tend to differ I can be bratty and arragent at times and other times Iâm more shy but I can honestly be unpredictable ;p
đ: Describe your dream tickle partner. Nice and friendly in some ways but as a tickler I imagion something akin to a non spycopathic killer equevalent of a Yandere- a Tickle Yandere if you will, where they love me but they seam to have an obsession with putting me in boundage and then causualy and eagurely tickling me abusively like itâs perfectly normal to torment and punish her crush until he cries and also give me lots of affection as well and then most likely release me later or give me a chance to escape so she can enjoy the thrill of the hunt and the thrill of doing it all over again.Â
Course I also want an experianced ler whoâs experianced with sending a well detailed responce in an rp and who also knows how to pace the story so nothing ever feels to rushed but also one who doesnât take too long to get around to the main point of an rp.........what you thought I meant in real life? Iâm not to sure about that one ^^;
đ: Got any tickle fantasies? PLENTY i got lots of ideals! many themes and plot devices, However Over all I especialy like the idea of just being at the mercy of a girl who likes me but realy wants to tickle me and takes pleasure in tickling me non stop at her full mercy nonstop and listening to my laughter and the sound of me breaking. I could also imagine being put through a stage of tickling, where itâs plaful at first, then punishing and exausting, then bullying and breaking and then finaly just aboslute pleasurable torture and dominating and by Dominating I mean that she keeps me prisoner and turns me into her tickle pet~
đ: Do you like restraints? What kinds? Yes, and I like from ropes to leather straps to straight jackets, latex suits, stocks, zipties, Digit magnets, toe ties! Hand zip socks! ,Mummy wrapp, ducktape, reinforced cables, chains, Metal coils, serpant coils, Synthetic slime, Portals, shackles, cuffs, bolt ;latches, Boxes, trophey walls ext . And I like alot of possistions too from hogtide to frog tied, Lotus possition, suspendend,X frame, ext
đ: Can you say the t-word? Tickle ;p yeah but I leave that up to the ler
đ: Write your own question!Â
Alright
1. Do you prefer human Male lees or Antho Wolf lees? or human wolf hybrid lees? or does it matter?
2. also
â¤ď¸: What teases Yo use?
đ§Ą: Favorite tools?
đ: Favorite spots?Â
đ¤: Death spots?Â
đ: Gentle tickles or wrecking? and what are your methods?
đ: What type of ler are you?
đ: Describe your dream tickle partner.
đ: Got any tickle fantasies?Â
đ: Do you like restraints? What kinds?Â
đ: Can you say the t-word?Â
đ: Write your own question!
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donât want to wake up from you
For KuroDai Weekend Day 1: Ennoshita Productions â Final HQ Quest
This piece could be seen as prequel to this.Â
Kuroo first saw him in his crystal ball, when he was tracking the movements of the band of heroes.
The Grand King is being completely impatient, as to when his former knight, and former archer would get to the castle. Since The Grand King had better (or worse, depending on whoâs asking) things to do than watch over people who are out to defeat him, he tasked his trusted advisor to do the job.
Itâs a job he couldnât well refuse, but truthfully, it had been boring him to death. The band of misfit heroes werenât entertaining, to say the least. The most he could snicker at is when the stoic archer and the shorty hero get into ridiculous situations just because theyâre trying to outdo each other.
Kuroo watches them with bored eyes as they enter the façade of what he believes to be the oldest inn in the village. Iwaizumi the Knight was the one leading the group, so he was the one the receptionist approached.
Kuroo sighs in utter boredom, and is about to call it a day and decides to just report whatever to the Grand King later on, when he catches the sight of Iwaizumi getting rather self-conscious in front of the guy whoâs currently accommodating them. It was hard to tell really, since heâs just looking through a crystal ball and all, but he would recognize the gesture of scratching the back of oneâs neck in a rather sheepish manner anywhere. More so since itâs someone like Iwaizumi doing it.
It doesnât mean much to Kuroo to be honest, but, this little bit of reaction from Iwaizumi is something worth reporting since it could be something that Oikawa would want to know. So, he zooms in his crystal ball to get a clearer look, but instead of it focusing on Iwaizumi, heâs greeted by the pleasant smile of the innâs receptionist. Kuroo understood at that moment, why Iwaizumi would react like so.
The guy, probably around in his early adulthood, is plain by all means. Heâs got cropped, black hair, but heâs got a wide and sturdy built, if his shoulders are to go by. He doesnât seem like someone who would stand out, but thereâs something⌠disarming about his smile.
Kuroo slowly breathes out the air the he didnât know he was holding and he has completely forgotten about his plan to pause watching as he kept at it until the moment the receptionist gives the wooden tab to Iwaizumi and ushered them to their room. He waves a dismissing hand in front of the crystal ball, clearing the image and making it translucent. He drums his fingers on the table, as he tries to organize his thoughts.
On one hand, he definitely needs to tell Oikawa about the arrival of the heroes. Heâll definitely ask about Iwaizumi, and probably Kageyama. It is pertinent information, and something that could still reach Oikawaâs ears, one way or another, even without consulting Kuroo. Heâs got other sources for sure and not telling him first hand would be bad form.
However, thereâs something nagging at the back of Kurooâs mind, remembering the smile of the innâs receptionist, and the way Iwaizumi reacted to it. Itâs probably harmless, nothing to be upset about. At least Kuroo thinks.
But, itâs Iwaizumi. And despite him being technically Oikawaâs enemy, they have been friends and Oikawa could get quite possessive when it comes to him. Kuroo doesnât want to think about what would happen to the poor guy.
The poor guy who got into trouble just because heâs got a disarming smile.
Kuroo stops drumming his fingers, then takes a deep breath and makes his decision.
âââ-
Kuroo kept on watching the group as they roam around the village, mingling with the villagers and trying to gather as much information as they could about the reign of the Grand King. Not that theyâre actually succeeding.
Most of the villagers have become cynical about their situation. They go by their daily routine, but it isnât exactly an ideal one. Some on the other hand, arenât trusting of travelers, generally wary of newcomers. The only decent amount of information they could get is from the innkeeper and the receptionist guy, whoâre always willing to extend their help to the group.
This means that they spend majority of their time at the inn which ultimately means that they spend majority of their time with the receptionist.
It also meant that Kuroo learned few things about him.
For starters, his name is Sawamura Daichi. Heâs an orphan, adopted by the innkeeper and treated like a beloved grandson. He also works for the real grandson of the innkeeper as an assistant barkeep, although he only ever does that when theyâre badly short staffed.
Heâs generally amicable, although Kuroo had witness him lose his temper for a moment because of the two bickering heroes. He doesnât seem scared of the monk the group is with. And heâs definitely earned Iwaizumi and Kenmaâs trust.
Heâd been friends with Kenma and although theyâre on different sides now, Kuroo still knows him. He doesnât open up to people, much less strangers easily, but he has seen Kenma spend some of his quiet time with Sawamura, whenever the shorty is out with Kageyama.
If Sawamura wasnât so decidedly human, Kuroo wouldâve thought that heâs got some magical powers as well.
Speaking of which, the images heâd been getting the past few days are getting blurry. And sometimes, when heâs not looking, the crystal ball will just be foggy and he had to increase the level of his magic just to keep watching them. Listening to conversations had been par for the course since the beginning, because of Kenmaâs magic. And the crystal balls magic could only do so much.
But if theyâre gradually becoming difficult to watch, its either somethingâs interfering with it or Kenmaâs actually getting stronger. Whatever it is, Kuroo needs to resort to something else other than spying to gather more information.
Oikawa hasnât been happy with his dull reports, and he doesnât seem to be getting anything substantial from his other sources as well. Kuroo better deliver or else heâll be facing the Grand Kingâs wrath and heâd rather not have that.
He gazes at the crystal ball again. If thereâs just some other way to get some intel about the heroes. It doesnât really have to come from them. It could be from someone they mingle with, someone they talk toâŚ
The image on the crystal ball focused on Sawamura, who was hanging up the freshly laundered robes with the help of Aone.
Kuroo stops short as inspiration struck him. His eyes turned darker, but it glinted with mischief. His mouth curled into a devious smirk.
Time to pay someone a visit.
âââ-
Despite thinking that, Kuroo is actually unable to physically visit Sawamura.
It goes without saying that Kenmaâs layered it with protective magic. Another thing is that glamour spell wonât work on as well. Kenmaâs magic and status as White Mage means his magic is pure and it could see very well through any deceptive magic, at least when itâs up close.
Kuroo doesnât hold any illusion that heâll be welcomed warmly at the village in his true form. Kidnapping Sawamura and holding him hostage could work, but Kurooâs not the sort to use brute tactics. He may be flashy sometimes, but he prefers to use subtle methods.
And so he chose dream walking. He browsed books about fabricating dreamscapes and projecting his consciousness into someone elseâs unconscious. There are a lot of factors to consider such as the predisposition to hypnosis and rate of how one reaches an optimal altered state, among others. He also has to calibrate his crystal ball yet again, so that it would have laser focus to enter an unconscious mind and be strong enough to hold a make believe world at the same time.
Itâs a lot of work, but heâs done preparing sooner than he expected. After all, heâs not the Dark Wizard for nothing.
All thatâs left is enacting it to see how it would hold up. And tonight seemed like the perfect time to do so.
He already knows enough of Sawamuraâs schedule, knows his ritual before going to sleep at the exact same time every night. Kuroo appreciates that heâs a man of habit, especially since its working on his favor.
Kuroo watches Sawamura as he cover himself with a blanket and close his eyes. He waits for a few minutes just to make sure that Sawamuraâs already asleep, before he chants the spell that would enable his crystal ball to make a path towards Sawamuraâs unconscious.
He closes his eyes and projects his consciousness while visualizing his dreamscape. Walking along the path that the crystal ball is trying to make is something like walking on a dark hallway, not different from the way to the underground dungeon.
While walking, he fabricates the image of the village with its low, clustered houses and bright red roofs. He thinks of the maze like structure of narrow alleys and sharp corners. He imagines the breeze, gently swaying the banners on the stores and making the installed pinwheels on some windowsills turn. Finally, thereâs something bright behind his eyelids and Kuroo took this as a cue to open his eyes.
He finds himself in the middle of the street at the busiest part of the village, the market. Few villagers are walking by, most of them aimlessly. Some are pausing to look over at the produce, but no one is exactly buying.
He chose the village since its simple enough for him to recreate, and familiar enough for Sawamura to navigate. Besides, Kuroo isnât sure how much Sawamura would remember about this particular dream, so he decided to lessen the unusual details, lest it would give him away. He wants to maintain the magic for as long as he could, while making it as realistic for Sawamura as possible so he wouldnât suspect a thing while theyâre inside it.
Looking around, he congratulates himself for mostly doing a good job. This is better than he expected, with the dreamscape livelier than it actually is and it mimics the village down to some finer details. He looks down on himself to check his appearance and noticed that heâs been divested of his long red coat and black outfit. Instead heâs clothed like a common villager. He brings his hands of his head and is satisfied when he doesnât feel his horn.
This is actually working better than expected. However, the real proof that this worked is if Sawamuraâs unconscious is actually here.
Kuroo isnât seeing him anywhere near and he worries about the spell not working properly. He steps back, about to turn around to the direction of the inn when he collides with someone. Or rather, someone collides with him.
âAh, sorry,â the person who bumped him says. Kuroo faces him properly, and he recognizes, even with his back bent in an apologetic bow and only the back of it showing, that this is Sawamura. It took a moment for Kuroo to realize that he finally heard Sawamuraâs voice, and honestly, he sounds exactly like how Kuroo expected him to sound.
Sawamura stands straight and Kurooâs finally able to see him up close. And he can attest that his crystal ball is not doing Sawamura enough justice.
Kurooâs got the hair details and the body built right, but up close, Sawamura has more defined jaws and even defined arms. He has this air of kindness, but thereâs also a hint of solid spine. And Kuroo already thinks that his smile is disarming, but he wasnât prepared to look into Sawamuraâs eyes, them being big, bright pools of brown.
âUhm, are you alright?â Sawamura asks, head titled to the side, concern showing on his face.
Kuroo snaps his slightly parted mouth close and nods his head, not trusting himself to speak just yet. He wanted to meet Sawamura, but now he has, he lost his composure because the human isnât what he was expecting.
Sawamura nods slowly. âIâm really sorry for bumping into you, I wasnât looking where I was going,â he says, scratching his cheeks sheepishly.
âIt-Itâs alright,â Kuroo replies. âI wasnât looking too.â
âRightâŚâ They stand in front of each other with Sawamura shuffling awkwardly, while Kuroo is standing still, afraid to move.
âAnyway,â Sawamura breaks the uncomfortable silence first. âI have to go. Iâm sorry again.â He bows his head and steps aside, starts walking away, leaving Kuroo behind.
This snaps Kuroo out of his daze. âWait!â
Sawamura immediately stops and turns. Kuroo closes their distance but he doesnât say anything. His silver tongue must have turned to lead. Sawamura is looking expectantly at him, and Kuroo blurts out the first thing that came to his mind.
âCan you show me around the village? Iâm kind of⌠new⌠here.â
Sawamura blinks a few times, then âYeah, of course. I donât mind.â
Kuroo relaxes his shoulders that he didnât know he tensed up and exhales. âMy name is Kuroo, by the way,â he says, offering a hand.
Sawamura takes Kurooâs hand on his own. âIâm Sawamura. Itâs nice to meet you,â he says with a small smile.
Kuroo returns the smile with his own. But Yeah, I know, is what he really thinks.
âââ-
True to his words, Sawamura shows him around the village, adding bits of information about the places and the people. Kuroo all soaked them up, because thereâs just something about the way Sawamura tells the story. Thereâs something mesmerizing about him and his voice. Not a lot of beings, much less a human, has this effect on Kuroo, but Sawamura has been doing it quiet effortlessly, and he doesnât understand why.
Kuroo tries to figure it out all the while trying to keep up with Sawamuraâs stories, that he almost lost track of time. Itâs a good thing that his dreamscape was intuitive enough to turn the skies dark, which means that dawn is about to break at the real world.
He doesnât want to do it, not ready to part with Sawamura just yet, but he has to. He doesnât know what effect it would have on Sawamura if he breaks the dream because heâs gained consciousness.
âSawamura-san,â he calls out. When Sawamura faces him, heâs met with Kurooâs glowing eyes.
âItâs time for you to go back,â Kuroo commands. Inducement should be used sparingly as he might permanently alter something in Sawamura, because heâs the one trespassing his mindscape after all. But heâs got himself quite in a pinch.
Sawamuraâs bright eyes dulled as the haze of the command took over him. Something pulled at Kurooâs insides when he saw that, but itâs too late to take the command back. Besides, he really needs to wrap this up.
Sawamura turns around and walks sluggishly away from him, heading to the direction of the âinnâ.
Kuroo closes his eyes and imagines the dreamscape folding towards him, the colors slowly disappearing as it turns the surroundings black. He opens his eyes and heâs back in his chamber, standing in front of his crystal ball, which was smoky at the moment. It clears after some time, now showing Sawamura turning in his sleep.
The spell took a toll on his magic and heâs sufficiently drained. Itâs only then that he realized that he didnât get the information he sought at the first place. He groans at his own foolishness, but heâs quite half-hearted about it.
After all, it just means that heâll get to meet Sawamura in his dreams again.
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tarnishing
mp100 | reigen arataka, mogami keiji, kageyama âmobâ shigeo, AU, 21.1k | on ao3
an au where mogami found someone besides minori. in which reigen makes a friend.
tw:Â unreality, psychological and verbal abuse, gaslighting, self harm, suicidal imagery, suicidal thoughts
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The night before it starts, Reigen has a dream that doesnât feel like a dream.
Its contents are rather boring, in that all that happens is the sort of thing Reigen does every day. He wakes up early, out of an inability to sleep restfully rather than any actual choice, and scrapes himself out of bed and into his suit and tie. The apartment is silent save for the creak of the floor where he walks. He lingers in his kitchen, watching the street out his narrow window into the world outside. Reigen leans into the crook of his elbow as he smokes a cigarette. Heâll quit tomorrow. For real, this time. Then he walks out of the apartment, flicking the cigarette into an ashtray before pulling the door shut after him. And after that itâs just the walk to work, then work, and then back to the apartment.
The difference arises from his apartment, and the street, and everything besides Reigen. Reigenâs apartment is cheap and dusty and something is always broken. This apartmentâ his apartment, he thinksâ is decaying. Or maybe it is decayedâ Reigen doesnât know when the process is considered finished. Handles turn to ash when he touches them, cracks spread across the wall in long, ugly patterns. The smell is of something rotting. When he flips the light, it comes on, but itâs a distorted thing that Reigen turns off again because he knows it should upset him in its strangeness. The shadows are too big and black.
The street isnât better. Reigen can already see, before he walks outside, that itâs empty. Even early in the morning cars move along its length, like fast moving ants to destinations Reigen doesnât know. Here thereâs nothing. Not another person exists in the world. When he goes outside, the buildings are crumbling. Itâs like nobodyâs been alive for years. The sky is black. Reigen doesnât bother to check the timeâ he knows this is when he goes to work.
On telephone poles, hundreds of crows watch him as he walks. Or maybe ravens. Reigen doesnât know the difference. They are a huge dark smog, somehow distinct from the shadow of the sky.
Itâs not til Reigen wakes up suddenly, during the motion of this completely empty day, that he realizes that there was anything wrong at all. He lies in the usual dinginess of his apartment, blinking at the sunlight filtering in as a car alarm blares outside.
While Reigen is standing at an intersection, waiting for the light to change or for the flow of cars to slow, the man appears.
Appear is maybe not the right word, Reigen decides as he eyes the manâ maybe heâs been there the whole time. Maybe Reigen is the newcomer and he somehow didnât notice the man before. It might be because the man is so still, but it surprises Reigen that he didnât see him. He seems suddenly unmissable now that Reigen is looking at him. Taller than Reigen, with lank black hair that scrapes his chin. Everything about him is angled and solid, like someone cut him plane by plane out of grey stone. Reigen canât quite see his eyes.
âYou are a psychic,â the man says, eventually.
Itâs not a question. âYes,â Reigen says anyway. âTwenty-first centuryâs greatest.â The case of business cards, freshly printed and awaiting an excuse for presenting, burn in the breast pocket over his heart. Reigen doesnât reach for them.
The man inclines his head in acknowledgment of the statement. âI have always wondered about the slogan,â he began.
Reigen doesnât let him finishâ he flaps a hand, a wrist snapping motion thatâs intended to arrest the manâs attention. âSaying slogan,â he says, in a huge, room filling tone, even though theyâre outside and the room is impossible to fill, âmakes it seem like itâs nothing more than something pithy than to attract customers. Itâs not. Itâs an expression of intent.â
He considers. Reigen watches his forehead crease as he does it. âSo youâre saying you will be the twenty-first centuryâs psychic,â the man says eventually.
âWas, is, will be,â Reigen says. âItâs really more about the feeling of it than anything else. What it inspires, which is feelings of greatness. And confidenceâ in client, employer, employee.â
Something about this makes the man laugh, rich enough for Reigen to feel that what he said must actually have been funny and he must have meant it to be. âThis is a long century,â the man says. âIf you intend to be the greatest, Reigen, I wish you luck.â
The light changes, signaling the conversationâs end, and the man is gone. Reigen doesnât know how he misses the departure. It must have occurred while Reigen was watching, but itâs like the man simply vanished into thin air. Before he can stop to ponder on it, Reigenâs legs automatically move to cross the street away from the spot where the man had been.
After heâs made it past several more intersections without stopping, Reigen realizes that he never gave the man his name. He knew it, anywayâ as well as the slogan for Reigenâs whole business. There must be some sort of reason for it. Maybe theyâve met before. As Reigen walks, he becomes more and more certainâ heâs seen the man before.
People pass in and out of the office door like it revolves. Reigen is on his feet all day, lecturing clients about the ghosts clinging to their shoulder, the special deals he can cut just for them, and the benefits of a good massage, spiritual and otherwise.
When Mob walks through the door, Reigen is enjoying a brief moment of respite. His feet stay propped up on the desk as he flexes his toes inside his shoes. He can feel where the leather is worn. âOi, Mob,â he says, raising an arm. âIâm making a killing today. Weâre making a killing today. You might even get a bonus.â Reigen straightens his arm out and brings the other one up to meet it over his head. His shoulder pops, satisfying and loud.
âShishou,â Mob says, without acknowledgement of any of these points, âthereâs a bug.â
Heâs pointing at a place on Reigenâs desk. His shoe. Next to his shoe. Suddenly obvious is the the huge bug seconds away from crawling over Reigenâs ankle in methodical, too many legged steps. Reigen makes a noise that in some circles could be construed as undignified and shoves away from the desk, legs pinwheeling in the air before slamming down on the floor. The chair clatters to the floor behind him. The bug isnât on the desk anymore. âWhereââ Reigen runs his hands over his jacket, until considering the possibility that he could actually make contact with a bug. He yanks his hands up in a surrender. âMob, where did itââ
âHere,â Mob says, pointing in air. The bug is floating above him, not flying. Thereâs a vague shimmer in the air around it, like heat rising up from sun soaked concrete. Its legs wiggle in panic as Mob makes it drift down and he catches it in his palms.
Reigen clears his throat, one hand coming to rest on his chin and the other behind his back. âRight,â he says. âI trust you know what to do with⌠That creature.â Heâs not sure what kind of bug it is, evenâ maybe it better qualifies as an insect. As he watches Mob carry the bug out the door and shoo it off his hand onto the ground, Reigen canât really bring himself to care. He wonders, vaguely, how he missed it on the desk. Itâs like it was just there, suddenly.
âWhat are we doing today?â Mob asks, when the door is shut safely behind him, and suddenly the thought is gone. Reigen flicks his wrists out again, already launching into their unusually extensive client list as he begins pacing in usual circuitous patterns. His desk chair, he discovers as he comes around the back of the desk, is upended, like he knocked it over while abruptly coming to his feet. Reigen canât remember why that would be.
The man is there again, after Reigen takes Mob out for a triumphant dinner and walks him to their usual departure point. Red is spilling over the clouds in the sky, staining everything orange. Reigen waves at Mob as he walks away, his tread ponderous as always.
Then, when heâs out of view, Reigen turns to the man. He is somehow unsurprised by his presence, even though he had not been there when Reigen had last looked.
âBusiness is good in this city for a psychic,â the man notes.
Reigenâs pockets feel unusually heavy, even though all of the money gained is locked in the safe deposit box back at the office. The imagined weight of it still centers him, makes his chest feel bright. âItâs something to do with the cityâs energy,â Reigen told him, raising a hand in declaration. âPsychics come here, it makes ghosts powerful, that attracts more psychics which makes the ghosts more powerfulâŚâ His hand, which had been looping on his wrist with each articulated point, slowed with his words. âA feedback loop of sorts.â
His feet scrape pointlessly against the ground before Reigen stops in place again. Heâs not sure, suddenly, of whether to move. Will the man follow? Does Reigen want him to? The man makes no motion, besides a slight incline of his head. âAnd is that why youâre here?â He asks.
The reason Reigen is at Seasoning City is long and unconnected to Spirits and Such. But his uninteresting, unfitting origins to his claim as a psychic dry up in front of this man. âSomething like that,â Reigen says instead. He twitches his feet out a degree, trying to make the movement seem intentional even though it feels like an involuntary spasm. Then, on a hunch, he raises one finger and points at the man. âIs that why youâre here?â
He smiles, an acknowledgement of Reigenâs deduction. âSomething like that,â he says.
When Reigen walks, the man follows, falling naturally in step beside him. Reigen, again, canât shake the feeling that heâs done this before, that thereâs nothing more natural in the whole world than him walking Reigen home. He tries to watch him, in careful, appraising glances caught in brief seconds before the man can notice his gaze. He never does, or if he does he doesnât let on. He only walks with long, silent steps, Reigen creating enough noise to fill the otherwise empty street on his own. Reigen settles his hands in his pockets, keeping his expression as natural as this man apparently understands it to be. He bites at the inside of the mouth as he runs it all over in his head, over and over with each step.
Itâs when Reigen gets back to his apartment and heâs idling in front of the entrance that the man says, âitâs good to catch up. When was the last time I've been able to see you?â
Reigen doesnât know how to say that heâs been wondering the same thingâ the more heâs walked with him, the more he knows that he knows this man. Not only his faceâ his gestures are natural somehow. They fit into patterns Reigen recognizes, and his voiceâs cadence is comfortably familiar. He knows this man well. Reigen does not know many people well. âToo long,â Reigen says. âDrop by the office sometime. Are you staying in Seasoning City for a while?â
âI think so,â the man says. âAs long as I need to.â Heâs watching something in the sky, eyes squinting to see something Reigen canât. Itâs a feeling Reigenâs grown used to, being around Mobâ he follows the manâs gaze and tries to see whatever he sees anyway.
But then, his eyes are suddenly back on Reigen, with a focus that is frightening in its intensity. âIt was good seeing you again, Reigen,â he says.
âYeah,â Reigen says. âGood seeing you too, Mogami.â
The name slides out of his mouth before he can even think of where it came from. He feels himself go stiff as he reaches towards the source, trying to connect it to somethingâ
Mogamiâs hand suddenly claps onto his shoulder, and itâs like touching a white hot stovetop. He spasms violently, shoulder jerking under the hand, but Mogami stays steady, grip unbelievably tight.
Then the feeling is gone, and Mogamiâs hand is a normal, easy weight. There is no heat to his handâ itâs clammy, even.
âIâll see you again,â Mogami says, not as a question. His hand stays until Reigen feels steady on his feet, then slips away to his side.
Reigen blinks up at him, sweat dripping down his forehead and into his eyes. His brain feels hollowed out, like whatever heâd been thinking had been burnt out of him. Maybe he hadnât been thinking anything at all. âYeah,â he says, finally. âYeah. See you.â
Itâs not til heâs saying the words that he realizes Mogami is already gone.
Later, Reigen unbuttons his shirt and inspects his shoulder. The skin is smooth and unharmed. Thereâs no evidence of anything, although Reigenâs not even sure what heâs looking for.
He must have imagined it, Reigen decides as he runs his finger over the too-sharp angles of bone. The pain that had been real enough to make his lips go dead white.
That night the dream goes beyond Reigen walking down the empty street and follows him into the office. Itâs empty, dark, rotting, just like his apartment. Maybe itâs worse than his apartment. The floor is stained and old. His wooden desk is going black. It looks like something has been eating ravenous holes in it, boring out from the center. Reigen flops into his desk chair and it groans under his weight. From how it looks, he almost expects it to give out. Everything looks like it should give out. Through the dusty, broken blinds, the black creeps in. Reigen settles his ankle onto his knee and props his elbows on the arms of his chair. His hands meet in front of his face as he waits. Reigen doesnât know what heâs waiting for. Time stretches out, forever and ever in the officeâs empty silence.
Reigen wakes up before whatever heâs waiting for arrives, with the insistent beep of his alarm blaring in his ear. His apartment is normal, again. The sky isnât pitch black. Crows donât weigh down telephone wires in huge, too still masses. But Reigen canât quite convince himself itâs not a dream until he arrives at his office and finds it in its usual cheap, tacky glory.
Heâs standing in the doorway, watching the way the light moves across the office, when a voice says behind him, ânot a bad place youâve set up for yourself.â
âWell, itâs a long standing work in progress,â Reigen says, waving a hand in dismissal. âThe landlord wonât let me make all the changes I want to makeâ like this wallpaper. Awful. If business stays this good, maybe Iâll start looking at better locations.â He almost adds that not having to do massages in a closet, at least, would be a step up, but he snaps his mouth shut after taking a breath in preparation for the thought.
Mogami steps past him into the office, movements silent, and comes to a halt in its center. He is extraordinarily out of place, surrounded by cheap trinkets, half melted incense candles, and all of Reigenâs lumpy furniture that heâd picked up at thrift stores. Reigen, suddenly, is sure it has to be obvious to Mogami. Reigen is a fake, the most ridiculous charlatan there ever was, and Mogami doesnât have the obscured vision of a child looking for guidance to keep him from recognizing that. Reigen says, before he can stop himself, âwhat about you? I donât think Iâve seen where you work.â
âI donât have a permanent location,â he says. Heâs looking down at the desk, and Reigen canât see his expression. âI suppose Iâm⌠well. A freelancer, of sorts.â
Mogami runs his hand along the deskâs surface, feeling the uneven grain under his fingertips. Then his hand comes away, and heâs holding a round, unusually shiny coin. Reigen canât quite make out the amount on its surface, but in the sunlight breaking through the blinds it looks like pure gold. Mogami holds it up to inspect. His dark eyes narrow. Then he drops his hand and returns it to the desk. Reigen watches, trying to find the trick to itâ the coin wasnât there before, but thereâs no sly hand movement to make it appear. Maybe it really did spring out of thin air. âThereâs the remnants of powerful aura in this office,â he says. âSpiritually charged, I suppose.â
âFrom exorcisms, no doubt,â Reigen says immediately. âAll that client work over the years, you know, leaves something behind.â He doesnât know if thatâs the case, but Mogami knows, without a doubt. The lie is ridiculous and obvious, even to Reigenâs ears. His heels rise off the floor and then come down, settling on the ground without settling his nerves.
But Mogami doesnât say anything about it. Heâs expressionless as Reigen speaks. His gaze turns slowly across the office again, never stopping on Reigenâs face. Reigen tracks his gaze along with him, trying to see anything at all worth seeing. âNaturally,â Mogami says eventually, and Reigen keeps himself from relaxing visibly. âDo you work alone?â
Reigen feels rigid, brittle. âYes,â Reigen says, louder than he means to. âWell, practically, anyway. Iâve got this student that Iâm training, he helps out around the office. Really he only rings up customers usually, itâs just something to keep him occupiedâ itâs good for something to have kids to do, you know.â
âIs he coming in today?â Mogami asks, almost without interest.
âNo,â Reigen says, with sudden warmth. âNo, he was getting sick the other day, so I told him to take off.â This isnât a lie, actuallyâ Mobâs eyes were particularly glassy when heâd left the office, along with a runny nose, so Reigen had told him to take a few days off. He wasnât any good to Reigen sick, and Reigen wasnât interested in becoming sick himself. âItâs too bad, really, he probably has a lot to learn from you.â
Mogami nods, turning away, and Reigen suddenly wonders if maybe even Mob would see it. The obvious fact that between Mogami and Reigen, one is real and one is nothing but bluster. Â His role as a mentor would be swiftly removed, Mob would have the teacher who could actually help him, and Reigen would be alone. Reigen, selfish, selfishly as always, is fervently glad Mob wouldnât be coming to the office today.
âWell,â Mogami is saying as Reigen suddenly focuses again, âI suppose you wouldnât mind a helping hand today. While Iâm around.â
Mogamiâs closed the distance between them at some point, and Reigenâs looking up into his face. Heâs in shadow. Reigen canât make out the details of his expression, but he might be smiling. Reigen schools his own expression and snaps his arm up, coughing into his elbow percussively. âWell,â he says loudly, something uncomfortable twitching in his stomach, âif youâre looking for something to do, then sureâ mind you, I donât really need the help, of course, but I understand ifââ
A hand rests on Reigenâs shoulder.
As soon as it touches him, itâs like heâs frozen. Mogamiâs hand is firm on his shoulder, even as his expression is calm. The words die in Reigenâs throat, something they never do. Mogami cuts in without making it an interruption. âI think we both prefer not to work alone,â he says. And this time, Reigen can see the dark crease of a smile in the shadows of his face.
As the day wears on, Reigen decides that sending Mob away didnât save him from contracting illness. His eyes keep sliding shut without him noticing, and when he opens them time has slipped away from him. There is an exhaustion settling into his core. Â He doesnât think he sleeps through any clients, but Reigen supposes it doesnât matterâ regardless of when he nods off or jolts into awareness, Mogami is always there.
Days pass, and Mob is better. He returns to the office looking the same as always, in his dark school uniform and serious expression. Reigen is not worse, exactly. But he is still tired. He watches Mob over his folded hands as he sits down at his desk, then pulls a crumpled worksheet from his bag. He smooths it out with his hands, almost frowns when its wrinkles donât spring loose, and then stares down at an array of numbers. He doesnât pick up a pencil, merely contemplates. Glowing green light falls on the sheet of paper as Dimple drifts around his head.
âEnjoy having a few sick days, Mob?â Reigen asks.
âNo,â Mob says. âI mean,â he qualifies, âitâs nice not to have to go to school. But I missed a lot of work, so I have to catch up. I donât really understand it all.â The last part sounds confessional, instead of a statement of the obvious. Reigen doesnât comment, though, so Mob adds, âRitsu brought me my homework, but itâs hard to follow when you donât have a teacherâŚâ
Mob trails off with the hint of hope turning up the end up of his voice. Reigen always wonders if heâs trying to play on his pity, or if he really is that genuinely lost. Either way, Reigen straightens his arms above his head as he stretches, and says, âIâll help you with it later, Mob. Weâve got jobs to attend to first. Got a client coming in in a few minutes.â
His smile is, as always, barely a shift in expression, but Reigen can feel the soft glow of Mobâs happiness from across the room. âThank you, Shishou. Ohââ he concentrates, suddenly. âIs it the haunted teapot?â
Thereâs a part of Reigen thatâs impressed that Mob managed to remember, but he still shakes his head. âNo, I handled that one already,â he says, Â standing up. The desk chair bangs into the windowsill behind him, and Reigen hastily grabs it to keep it from scuffing up the sill. Then he pushes it to the side.
Mob watches this in silence, along with Dimple. Dimple looks, as always, unimpressed, but Mob is frowning in concentration. âOh,â he says. âI thought you would reschedule.â
Normally, Mob would be rightâ Reigen reschedules appointments involving actual ghosts and spirits to accommodate Mobâs specific schedule. But Mogami had been there, instead, and the ghost had vanished with a wave of his hand. The room had suddenly been cold when heâd done it, strange and dark in a way Reigen couldnât explain. His skin prickles at the memory. âIâm not completely helpless on my own, Mob,â Reigen says with a sniff, trying to shake the memory off. âRemember whoâs the student and master here.â
He rests his hands in the small of his back and pushes. It pops, and Mob flinches at the noise. âI didnât mean it that way,â he says. âJust, normally, you reschedule. Thatâs all.â
âRight,â Dimple says, aura flaring in anticipation of his own joke. âUsually youâre too busy making grandiose statements to actually do anythingâ it must have been some impressive multitasking.â
âIâm perfectly capable of speaking and working at the same time, thank you,â Reigen snaps, rounding the desk. âI do it all the time. Not that you were there, Dimple.â
âIâve been busy,â Dimple says with a sniff. âThere are things I have to attend to that you wouldnât understand.â
Reigen rolls his eyes. âSure. All sorts of important business, like finding new people to pester on your quest for power. Anyway,â he says, focusing on Mob once more, âan old friend dropped by while you were sick, Mobâ he helped me out. No need to worry at all.â Thereâs something bothering him about the arrangement of some cheap trinkets on top of a bookshelf. Reigen rubs his chin, then moves a jade figurine a few centimeters back. He swipes away some visible dust, and steps away. âNot that Iâd have any trouble if he hadnât, of courseâ thereâs really no need for you to worry about me succumbing to overwork or anything. Although mind youâ mind youââ
Before he can control it, Reigenâs mouth cracks open in a yawn. By the time he finishes, his jaw aching, he finds that Dimple and Mob are staring at him. Not in the way Reigenâs grown accustomed to. Heâs the most lively thing in the room, usually, since the other options are a long dead spirit and Mob, so he gathers up attention. But this is actual staring, wide eyed and confused. Reigenâs hands slow. Then he leans back against his desk, frowning. âWhat?â
âI didnât know you knew other espers, Shishou,â Mob says, voice careful.
âI didnât know you had friends,â Dimple says.
Reigen snaps upright. âWell, obviously, Dimple,â he says sharply. âMaybe I donât discuss the details of my very active social life with you and Mob, but I assure you it exists. I prefer to keep things professional. Keep things⌠Private.â
Itâs too obviously defensive, and Reigen winces at the grin spreading across Dimpleâs face. âRight, right. Sorry to doubt how busy you keep. Guess I figured you wouldnât spend all your time bothering some middle schooler ifââ
Mercifully, Mob gently bats at Dimple with one hand. The spirit flows away, leaving a green streak in the air behind him. He frowns at Mob, but Mob doesnât seem to notice. He says, one hand still held up to Dimple, âI didnât mean it that way, Shishou. I was just surprised youâve never mentioned this esper before.â
Reigen blinks. âWell,â he says. âI suppose that would be surprising, actually. Honestly, itâs strange that itâs never come up. Since itâs rather relevant to our business, and allâ actually,â Reigen says, a memory uncovering somewhere in his head, âheâs what got me into this business. I was inspired, and I wanted to carry on that legacy, so to speak.â
He pats the top of Mobâs head on this last sentence with one square hand, ruffling the straight black hair. Mob blinks up at him. When he pulls his hand away, the hair falls back into place with startling immediacy.
âGuess you donât need my help, then,â Dimple says. âIf this guyâs got your back all the time.â He drops down and away from Reigenâs eye level, streaming through the floor.
Reigen, as always, feels the need to find where Dimple will reappear in the room. He keeps himself from looking, because he knows that it gives Dimple the satisfaction and because Dimple always startles him anyway. âGuess not,â he says, leaning against the desk again. âYou can return to other things in your other busy schedule. Iâll figure out some way to manage without a nuisance like you.â
âIâll do that,â Dimple says into Reigenâs ear, and Reigen jumps away, arms spinning. Dimple laughs as Reigen catches himself, then drifts away to Mobâs side again. Reigen glowers after him, but instead of working up a response he settles for straightening his sleeves, like he can smooth away the moment with the wrinkles in his jacket.
Mob watches, eyes not even widening when Reigen lunged back. âHe sounds very interesting,â he says with something approaching curiosity. âMaybe I could meet him.â
âHeâs a busy sort of man, Mob,â Reigen says quickly. âDonât take it personally. Really, I hardly ever see him, and Iâm his friend. Heâs probably already left Seasoning City, actuallyâ always on the move. Heâs a freelancer. Thereâs benefits to that sort of business model, of course, but I enjoy the permanency of a loyal customer base and a steadyââ
Mobâs eyes are beginning to glaze over. Before Reigen can fully settle into a tangent that will wholly drag their attention away from Mogami, their appointment buzzes the door. Thereâs no ghost haunting this man, only an unfortunate tightness in his shoulders and a mouth full of complaints. Reigen gives him a deep tissue massage until heâs run out of grievances. Mob rings him up with his careful, plodding efficiency. When he leaves, he doesnât bring up Reigenâs friend again. Reigen wants to be grateful. He is grateful. But something about Mobâs blank surprise at Mogamiâs existence makes his nerves buzz around underneath the weight of memory.
Reigenâs assumption that Mogami has already left town is proven immediately wrong when he and Mob part ways once again. Reigen turns, the effort expended to keep himself upright seeping out of him, and Mogami is there. The sky is red behind him.
âI thought youâd headed out already,â Reigen says, instead of jumping like he wants to. âOn the move to greener pastures and all that.â
âI didnât plan to,â Mogami says, beginning to walk again. âEager to have me gone?â
His stride takes him past Reigen, and Mogami dips his shoulder to nudge him. Thereâs no force to the motion, but Reigen still stumbles, barely catching himself after a few tumbling steps. His legs are shaky, suddenly. Reigen drives his palms into his eyes, trying to snap himself into awareness. âNo,â he says. âNo, of course not. I just figured�� Youâre busy.â
There isnât the sound of Mogamiâs footsteps anymore. Reigen doesnât take his hands away. Maybe when he does the street will be empty. Mogami will have vanished after all. But Reigen finally does, and heâs watching him, hands in his pockets and an expression that Reigen canât quite read. âNever too busy for a friend,â Mogami says evenly.
But thereâs a hint of something in his tone that Reigen canât figure outâ itâs the same as Mobâs almost question in the office, about this friend that Reigen had apparently never mentioned before. Heâs said something that doesnât quite make sense. âRight,â Reigen says. âOf course youâre right.â He runs his tongue along the front of his teeth, trying to find the right way to push, to arrange both statements in his mind correctly.
Before he can figure out the way to do it, a smile flickers across Mogamiâs face. Itâs hollow and ill humored. âObviously. What kind of person would I be, picking work over an old friend? Your opinion of me must be worse than I thought.â
âI didnât mean it that way,â Reigen says hastily. Something twitches inside his ribcage at the words. He straightens out again and reaches for something to cast it aside, trying to track his lost thread of thoughts back to its beginning. âHowâ how long has it been?â He pushes his fingers into his forehead in a show of concentration. Reigen can feel the edges of his nails pressing into skin.
He doesnât answer at first. The smileâs vanished between Reigenâs blinks, and his mouth is thin. His eyes are narrow. âHow long since what?â
Thereâs a part of Reigen that wants to let it go, then. Simply laugh it off, so he doesnât have to hear that tone anymore. But Reigen supposes itâs never been in his nature to back down. âSince we met, I mean,â he says. âI was thinking today, Iâ I canât remember how we met.â
Impossibly, Reigenâs voice trembles on the end of the sentence. His eyes drop. There was some other meaning, maybe, to the hole in his memory when he began, but all it reveals now is a strange gap in Reigenâs head. Mogamiâs stare only grows harder as he stands silent. Reigen manages a laugh, but itâs weak and ill. Itâs too late now to pretend thereâs any humor in the statement.
Mogami, again, is impossibly close. His movement is always sudden and happens without Reigenâs notice. Reigen doesnât have time to react before Mogami has a hand holding his wrist.
His grip is not harsh, but thereâs no intent to let go either. He pulls Reigenâs hand away from his face, and Reigen is left staring without filter into Mogamiâs water-dark eyes. Thereâs no way to break from the intensity of his eyes. Reigen holds his gaze, trying to betray nothing in his expression, and waits for judgment.
âItâs worse than I thought,â Mogami says finally. The words are an ultimatum. âArataka. There is a curse on your shoulder.â
âA curse,â Reigen says. Then, he tries the word again. âA curse?â
When he pulls his eyes away from Mogami, theyâre not on the street anymore. In fact, theyâre in Reigenâs apartment. Reigenâs sitting on his cheap couch, and the sky, visible through Reigenâs crooked blinds, is black now. He starts, then grips his knees. Itâs the only way to keep his hands steady.
âYes, a curse,â Mogami says from behind him, and Reigen jolts again. He passes into Reigenâs view, stride long and purposeful even though it canât carry him far through Reigenâs small apartment. âSome energyâs attached itself to you. Iâm not certain of the source. Some spirit, maybe, or a displeased client.â
âWell, it doesnât sound likely,â Reigen says. âMobâ we destroy all the spirits thoroughly. No chance of a curse being left behind. And I have a high customer satisfaction rate.â He tries to inject authority into his tone, like he can talk this supposed curse out of existence. But his stomach is curling in on itself. Panic begins to creep around the edges of his mind, making his breath tight in his lungs.
Mogami stops in front of him, arms held behind his back. His eye is displeased. âThis isnât the time for jokes.â
âIâm not,â Reigen says in protest. âJoking, I mean. I donât know what could have done thisâ why wouldnât have Mob noticed something? Why wouldnât I have noticed something?â The second sentence comes as a useless correction, an implied lie Reigen canât stop himself from making. Still, he sorts through an array of customers from the past week, and then the past month. Nothing appears that seems like a likely solution for Mogamiâs problem.
Mogami sits not on the couch, but on the low coffee table in front of it. He rests his elbows on his knees, which rise almost to his chest. His hands fold in front of him, dangling loosely by the wrist. âOften these things can go unnoticed by the people they most greatly affect,â Mogami says gravely. âIâm sure youâve seen it before. This is an insidious, careful sort of curse. And your student is only a child.â
The response dies before Reigen can even make it. Thereâs only an intake of air that comes out as nothing. Reigen drops his eyes to stare at his feet, bare against the scratched up floor. The wood seems strange in the dark. He presses his lips, tight together.
âArataka,â Mogami says. âI think I can help you. If I can figure out the source of this problem, I can get rid of it. But you have to be honest. Do you have any idea what could have happened? When this could have started? You said youâve been having memory problems.â
His voice is soft. It settles like a weight in Reigenâs gut. Reigen swallows and grips his knees tighter. âI didnât say that,â Reigen says, with as much force as he can muster. âIââ
But then the contradiction is obvious, and Mogamiâs arched eyebrow is enough to tell Reigen that heâs caught it, too. âYouâre proving my point,â he says. âYou canât remember how we met, Arataka. What else could you be losing?â
âNo, I donâtââ Reigen scraps over his memory again, trying to make sense of things again. Things arenât lining up right, now that heâs looking at them properly. Reigen has a shaky sense of Mogami, but he canât muster up anything about him beyond the unshakable sense that heâs important. Thereâs something heâs lost, so much heâs lost. Itâs like Reigenâs begun to assemble a puzzle only to realize half the pieces are missing. In a burst, he says, âthereâs nothing wrong, Iâm just tired. I havenât been sleeping well, lately, thatâs allâ been having strange nightmaresââ
âWhat kind of nightmares?â
âItâs nothing,â Reigen spits out. âTheyâre just dreams. I appreciate your concern, but you really donât have anything to worry about. I can handle myself fineââ
Reigen stands, bringing his eyes up finally to the rest of the apartment, and the words turn into a strangled gasp. Itâs his dream. The apartment is nothing but ash and rot and ruin. He can see it crawling up the walls, the shadows getting deeper, the cracks getting wider. There is the beat of wings outside, like somethingâs trying to get in through the breaking window. Itâs like itâll disintegrate into nothing, leaving Reigen to be swallowed up by black and black and blackâ
Hands grip his shoulders, and Reigenâs on the floor. His hands are covering his face, blocking out whatever is around him. He canât remember putting them there. He canât remember sinking to his knees. But heâs on his knees, and the world around him is hidden from his sight.
âArataka,â Mogamiâs voice says, from somewhere behind his fingers. âListen to me. Arataka.â
Reigen canât move his hands off his face. In the end, he doesnâtâ Mogami pries them away from his cheek, finger by finger, wholly exposing the world around him again. Itâs fine. The apartment is still tacky and cheap, but itâs not rot. Itâs not collapsing around him.
Mogami is kneeling in front of him, too, and Reigen is suddenly aware of how badly heâs shaking. âIt was rot,â he manages, words croaking. âLike in my dream. Whatâsâ Keijiââ
Before he can even think of what heâs trying to say, Mogami says, âIâll fix it.â
For the moment, thereâs not much to be done, so Reigen goes to work.
Itâs the only thing he can do, really, regardless of whether it brings him towards things that can curse him, or drain his energy, or make him lose time and realityâ Reigen still has bills to pay. And itâs the only way to get away from the paranoia that sets its jaws in him if he stops moving.
For a while, nothing unusual happens, so Reigen almost begins to doubt that anything unusual happened in the first place. Clients come and go. Reigen does massages and Mob does exorcisms. Dimple does not show up at allâ he apparently took Reigenâs charge seriously, which is fine. Eventually heâll get bored and come back. But Reigen is still exhausted, his dreams are still terrible, and birds gather in huge, horrible clumps on telephone wires.
Mogami goes awayâ to research the curse more thoroughly, he says. Heâll be back soon. Reigen will be fine in his absence. Nausea settles in Reigenâs gut, and stays there the whole time Mogami is gone. Nobody else knows, Reigen thinks. The curse could carry out its final purpose, whatever that is, and no one would be there to stop it.
For all of this, Mob says nothing. He never indicates anything is wrong. Reigen watches him with a slow growing paranoia, the same way Reigen watches everyone who walks through the door. If a customer placed a curse on Reigen when his back was turned, Mobâs face never reveals it. Mogami must be right. Mob must not know. Maybe curses are invisible. Maybe this one is, this strange, slow moving thing sitting on his shoulder.
But finally one day, when Reigen is watching a customer leave with unusual intensity, that Mob says anything.
The customer is a short, dumpy woman who brings in a large pan that she insists must be cursed because every time she bakes anything in it it burns without fail. Reigen hums and strokes his chin and frowns down at it and then regales her with a long list of kitchen safety tips and a proper method for baking perfect cakes. Then Mob, after watching all this, gets up and exorcises a spirit clinging to the pan that Reigen didnât see. The woman thanks them and, after some cajoling, pays. She bangs the pan loudly against the doorframe as she leaves, and then shuts the door even louder. Reigen hovers by the door, staring at the space where she stood.
âIs something wrong, Shishou?â Mob asks.
Reigen jerks. Then he jerks back, into what he imagines is a calm, confident stance. âWell, thatâs an interesting question, Mob,â he says. Then he turns on his heel to focus on him. âIs there something wrong? Have you noticed anything strange?â He canât keep the hope from creeping into his voice, stretching out the words into something long and odd.
âI,â Mob begins, now uncertain. âYouâve been staring at the door for a while. Thatâs all.â
âOf course,â Reigen says swiftly. âMob, Iâve begun to take a more serious eye on our customers. There are some strange people in the world. Strange people, and strange spirits. All capable of strange things. Horrible things, even.â
Mob stares at him. âShe just had a pan,â he says. âIt wasnât very horrible.â
âObviously,â Reigen says quickly, waving his hands, âit was only a pan. The panâs besides the point, Mob, the point is the curse. The curse on the pan. On our customers, more generally speaking. Curses can spread, canât they, Mob? Theyâre like diseases.â
Heâs thinking about it. Reigen can tell because of the way Mobâs eyes arenât quite focusing on the desk heâs staring down into, like heâs waiting for it to reveal some kind of secret to him. âWell,â he says uncertainly. âI guess sometimes curses on objects can spread to people. Like a disease. But that woman wasnât cursed. Her things just kept getting burnt. Shishou,â he says, tone suddenly confessional, âthe curse on the pan would have done something besides burning her things. I think maybe sheâs⌠Not a very good baker.â
Reigen settles his hands on his hips. âItâs outside my jurisdiction to speculate on the baking abilities of my clients, Mob,â he says. âWe do curses. Or not curses, the dismissal of curses.â
âExorcisms.â
âThatâs what I said.â
Mob blinks at the desk. Reigen waits, fingers beginning to twitch against his waistband, as he thinks, and thinks, and thinks some more. The clock ticking on the wall grows louder and louder in Reigenâs ear. He can feel where it might begin to change again, into heavy thumps, into something waiting outside the door, into the sound of wings flapping in the air. Sweat makes Reigenâs back slick.
âI donât think I get what you mean,â Mob says, and the clock is nothing but a ticking clock. âSorry.â
âAll I meant,â Reigen says, removing one hand from his waist to gesticulate in haste, âis that I want to keep a better eye on our customers. Make sure they donât do anything nasty. Leave anything nasty behind.â
âOh,â Mob says, in a tone of dawning comprehension. Sometimes this is followed by a statement that makes Reigen realize Mobâs comprehended in a different sort of way, created with his circuitous internal logic that Reigen still doesnât understand. But this time, Mob nods and says, âIâll be more careful too, Shishou.â
Reigen nods back. âRight,â he says. âLet me know if you think of anything strange about our clients, Mob.â Then he waits.
It would be the perfect time, of course, for Mob to say something. To mention a strange customer, or a strange spirit from the past, something that could have hurt Reigen. But Mob doesnât do any of that. He only nods, and goes back to putting up some of the filing that the client left behind for them. He doesnât say anything about it at all, the whole day that follows.
Reigen goes home and opens the apartment door. Itâs nothing but black. Reigen shuts the door. He presses his forehead against the door and breathes in, then breathes in again. An interminable amount of time passes before he can open the door again.
He flips the light on. Itâs his apartment. It looks normal, Reigen thinks. Heâs not sure of any of the details anymore.
Mogami comes back. Reigen opens the door one morning and heâs standing outside of it, eyes grim.
âYou could have knocked,â Reigen says. But his knees are suddenly weak with relief, and he sags against the door. âYou could haveâ I wouldâve answered, you donât have to wait outsideââ
âItâs gotten worse,â Mogami says as Reigen slides down the door. âI can see it. I didnât mean to be away for so long. Arataka, Iâm sorry.â
Reigen raises one hand when Mogami crouches next to him, but Mogami doesnât wait. He takes Reigenâs arm and pulls him upright. His heels rise off the floor briefly before Mogami settles him down again. âItâs fine,â Reigen says, pressing one hand against his forehead. âItâsâ tell me youâve figured this out. Youâve figured something out.â
Mogami doesnât say anything for a too long time. Reigen drags the hand down his face. âShit,â he says.
âIâm getting close,�� Mogami says. His hands are still firm on Reigenâs arms, and before Reigen can think, heâs guiding Reigen back inside the apartment, to settle down on the couch. Heâs exhausted, Reigen realizes as heâs led down. Heâs been exhausted, but a new wave hits now that the invitation to rest is here. Reigenâs head tilts against the hard back of the couch, and he breathes out. His eyes droop shut.
The hands holding his arms linger before finally pulling away. Reigen cracks open an eye to see Mogami standing cross armed in front of him. Reigenâs never been so glad to see someone in his life, he realizes suddenly. Itâs almost sickening. But no oneâs ever helped Reigen like thisâ itâs a dedication that he thought no one had for him. Reigen folds his own arms over his chest, trying to disguise the sudden tremble in his fingers.
âArataka,â Mogami says. âYou get an odd assortment of clients, I knowâ but do can you think of any possible reason for this? Any at all?â
âNo,â Reigen says. âNo ideas. Itâs been the usual assortment of people withâ nothing problems, little petty things.â
âPetty things from petty lives.â
Reigenâs brow creases. He opens his eyes and frowns at the ceiling. Then he moves his eyes, to stare at Mogami. âWhat?â
âWell, itâs the implication youâre making,â Mogami says. âYou think they canât possibly affect you that way. Itâs too inconsequential, isnât it? Too little and pointless to brush up against your life.â
His expression doesnât shift from polite neutrality the whole time heâs speaking. Reigen canât quite get the words to match his face. There has to be some other meaning to it, for it to fit together. Reigen licks his lips. âI didnât mean it that way. Iâ I asked Mob, too, and he didnât see anything either. So itâs not just me being,â Reigen limply waves a hand, âjudgmental, or whatever you call it.â
âIâm only joking, Arataka,â Mogami says lightly. âNo need to be so affronted.â But then his head tilts. He considers. âMob,â Mogami repeats, testing out the word. âYour student?â
âYeah,â Reigen says. âHeâs a good kid. Wouldnât think anything like that.â
Mogami looks at Reigen. The sharp edge of his chin cuts deeply into his hand. Reigen closes his eyes again. Maybe you can sleep off curses, he thinks. Maybe if he takes a good, heavy nap, one without dreams of crows or darkness or rot, stretches all the kinks out of his back, and has a good smoke, itâll all blow over. Itâs all he tells his clients, anyway, and maybe sometimes it helps. But before Reigen can try it, Mogami says, âI wouldnât have thought you would have mentioned it to him.â
âWell, I didnât,â Reigen says with a sigh. âIt wasâ indirect. I donât want him to worry.â
âYou donât want him to feel as though his faith is misplaced,â Mogami says, with a tone of gentle correction.
Reigen lifts a hand to pinch his nose. It feels immeasurably heavy. âSure. That.â
He can hear Mogami shift. Thereâs a sense of pressure, like his angled knees are mere centimeters away from Reigen. A hand settles on his leg. âI suppose itâs for the best,â Mogami says, âthat you find it difficult to be transparent with him. He would feel guilty, Iâm sureâ for not catching it sooner. I certainly do.â
Something is incredibly tight in Reigenâs chest. He canât make any response, or whatever is winding even more firmly with make him crack. So he doesnât answer. He holds still.
âI donât mean to be blunt, Arataka,â Mogami says. âItâs important for us to be honest, moving forward. If Iâm going to figure out whatâs going on, I need to understand wholly what youâre experiencing.â
Itâs still beyond him to speak, Reigen finds, so he nods. Mogami squeezes his knee, firm and reassuring. âTell me whatâs happened,â he says.
Reigen tells him everything. Every minute thing thatâs happened in his absence, from his dreams to the floors giving way to the clients and the spirits they brought with them. Mogami doesnât say whether it helps or not, but he nods, and after a brief farewell and another promise, heâs gone.
But heâs back, the next day, with the same question. So Reigen tells him that the sky was black outside when he woke up, but then he looked again and it was early grey dawn. The moments had been only seconds apart. Nothing happened at the office that Reigen knows about, but he got there and didnât remember a thing until Mob got to the office. Maybe heâd slept, but his exhaustion hadnât abated. It never did, now, so it seemed pointless to bring up.
âThis rot youâve mentioned before,â Mogami says, leaning against the wall. âIt never appears outside your apartment?â
âOnly when Iâm dreaming,â Reigen says. He stares down into the floor, scraping through it again, trying to find the thing heâs missing. âWouldâ would the ghost be around here, if itâs at the apartment? Like, it can only affect me, if Iâm here.â
Mogami makes a dismissive sound. âI doubt that. Is there any focal point to it? Something that makes it happen?â
Reigen kneads his fingers against each other. There isnât any, of course. Unless he counts himself, as the cause of all this ruin. It seems apt, somehow. The only thing making the world give way around Reigen being Reigen himself would be appropriate.
âNo,â Reigen says. âNothing.â
Mogami doesnât answer. Reigen watches his shadow move across the floor with him, and then heâs next to him. Reigenâs bangs block him from viewâ theyâve gotten long. They need to be cut. But details like that are hard to concentrate on.
As soon as he thinks the thought, Mogami pushes them out of his face, then keeps pushing. Reigenâs head is tilted back to stare up at him. Mogamiâs palm is cool against his forehead.
âYouâre not keeping anything from me,â Mogami says.
âNo,â Reigen says.
âAnything at all could be relevant, Arataka. I mean that.â
âIâve told you everything, Keiji,â Reigen says. Thereâs something a little too panicked in his, something not like him that Reigen doesnât like at all. He swallows and steadies his voice out again. âTrust me.â
Thereâs still things Reigen canât say. There are always things Reigen canât ever bring himself to speak the pathetic, obvious truth on. Mogami must know heâs not a psychicâ he must have known forever, even in the long holes in Reigenâs memory. If Reigen concentrates, he can pull up the idea of a teenaged Mogami, and then he can put it next to himself as a teenager and it feels correct. Heâs known Mogami for long enough, then, for his inconsistencies to be obvious. But Mogami hasnât said them aloud, and Reigen canât say them either. He canât pull himself out of this thing heâs trapped himself in, for no reason other than his own pride. Even if it drove away the only person willing to help him.
âOf course I trust you,â Mogami says, finally. âI know you wouldnât lie to me.â
Reigen wishes desperately he could look anywhere but Mogamiâs calm face, but his hand still holds him steady. He can see the rot spread again on the ceiling above his head, slow and methodical. Thereâs no point to closing his eyesâ itâll still be there, along with Mogami, when he opens them again. Thereâs no point in shutting it all out. Reigen closes his eyes anyway.
Reigen makes it to the office.
The floor is a puddle of black that Reigen steps onto. Itâs like heâs standing on nothing. He shuts the door behind him, and the lock clicks into place without his touch. The overhead fan thumps out a pattern, oppressive in the quiet of the room. Reigen walks to his desk. His shoes click against the ground. He slips off his jacket and drapes it over the back of the chair. Then he sits down, and looks at the rat sitting on his desk.
Itâs a large rat, Reigen thinksâ he doesnât really know the proper size for the rat, except that theyâre always larger than Reigen thinks they should be. Itâs got black fur, which Reigen can somehow make out in the dark of the office, even though everything is black on black on black. Itâs sitting on its back legs, fiddling with its fur, completely unconcerned with Reigen.
Then the rat looks up at Reigen. âWhy do you think scams work on people?â It asks.
Reigen folds his hands in front of his face and stares at the rat. It doesnât blink, or move, or do anything besides sit and wait for an answer. So Reigen pulls open a drawer and shuffles around, finally locating a box of cigarettes heâs been meaning to throw away. He yanks out a cigarette, finds his lighter, and then balances the cigarette between the teeth. The lighter is a bloom of light in the dark as the cigarette catches, but the dark swallows it up before Reigen lets it go out. Reigen lets smoke fill his lungs as he considers the rat again. Finally, he says, âcan you repeat the question?â
âI am asking,â the rat says, âwhy scams work on people. Is it because people want to trust that someone can simply whisk their problems away and will listen to anyone with a loud voice? Is it because they donât want to look for their own solution for the problem? Or is it simply because people are greedy, and stupid, and you just have to be a little less stupid to scam the rest?â
Thereâs too much smoke building behind his teeth, so Reigen leans back and blows smoke at the ceiling. The fan spreads it like smog across the room. He watches it cast shadows on the wall. They move with each battering shake of the rickety fan. âI guess all those reasons could be it,â Reigen says at last.
âThatâs not how this game works,â the rat says.
âI wasnât thinking it was a game,â Reigen says. Stretching one arm up, he folds it behind his head and settles back again, head resting into the crook of his elbow. He looks back down at the rat, and frowns. âAre you a violation of the safety code? Am I going to get in trouble with the health inspector, or something, for having giant rats sitting on my desk posing philosophical problems?â
The rat watches him flick ash off his cigarette before taking another drag. âYouâre avoiding the question,â the rat says.
âYeah, no shit,â Reigen mumbles.
âYouâre avoiding the question,â it repeats, âwhich I find odd, as I think itâs one you should know the answer to intimately. How does the greatest psychic of the twenty-first century go about fooling everyone every day?â
Reigen twitches his fingers up and down the cigarette as he looks down at the desk. There are some loose papers sitting on top, that Reigen must have left out, but he canât make out any details of the text. Itâs all nonsense to his eyes. âEveryoneâs different, I guess,â Reigen says finally. âYou figure out what works with them, and then you do that until it doesnât work and you try something else.â
âHow interesting,â the rat says. âIâve always felt that everyone is the same.â
Before Reigen can ask the rat what it means, Reigenâs awake.
He jerks awake, like heâs emerging from underwater. Sweat beads like ice under his shirt. Reigen gasps, then forces himself to relax, degree by degree. Itâs all right, then. It was just another nightmare. Itâs always so obvious in hindsight, Reigen thinksâ he never knows that it was wrong before the moment is over. He raises a shaky hand and pushes his hair back from his forehead. Itâs damp from sweat. Reigen opens his eyes.
His office sits before him. The fan is too loud, and the clock ticks a steady, inevitable time. The floor is black.
Reigenâs hand is tight on the arm rest of his chair as all the breath escapes from his lungs. This isnât how it works. Heâs supposed to wake up, and then itâs over and heâs safe and heâs back in his apartment. Heâs not supposed to be here. It never happens here.
The ceiling fan thumps again, and Reigen springs to his feet. The floor doesnât give out, like he thinks it should, but Reigen runs as fast as his legs will carry him to the door. The lock is impossible to open when his fingers are shaking, but as Reigenâs panic reaches a crescendo, the door finally gives way under his fingers.
He spills out onto the street. Reigen doesnât stop to see if the black follows him home, if the sky is pitch in the way that doesnât come from the night, if hundreds and hundreds of crows are beating their wings in the air around him. But itâs impossibly dark, and a horrible noise fills the air.
Reigen doesnât make it all the way home. His legs give out somewhere along the way as the constant exhaustion catches at his heels again, and he falls, asphalt tearing at his pants. Reigen heaves from exhaustion, or fear, or something inside of him making him sick. He knits his fingers in his hair. Thereâs nowhere else he can turn to. Reigen canât get up, he canât get moving, and even if he could he couldnât outrun the rot that overtakes the world around him. Maybe itâll overtake him next. Maybe Reigen will turn to nothing, dissolving into the emptiness hollowed out inside him. The thunder of wings is horrible.
Then he wakes up again.
Thereâs a hand on his shoulder, shaking him into awareness. As soon as Reigen feels it, he twists out from underneath it, nearly tipping the chair heâs sitting in over and dumping him out on the floor. Reigen grabs the arms of his desk chair and shoves back, away from whatever is grabbing at him, and he bangs into the blinds behind him. He makes a flurry of pointless motion that resolves into nothing.
And then Reigen is looking at his office, bright in the midday sun, and Mob, staring at him. His hand is pulled back, away from Reigenâs spasm. Dimple, surprisingly, floats in the air beside him. But heâs staring too, with a strange look in his eye.
âMob,â Reigen says, finally. âSorry, that was a,â he brushes his hair off his forehead, âa nervous motion. A habit.â He stretches back briefly, in his memory, to try and find when he got up and went to the office. He canât find it. He thinks he remembers going back to his apartment, he thinks he remembers falling asleep, but then itâs the dream of him at the office. Nothing lines up correctly when Reigen tries to make sense of it. He runs a tongue across his teeth. âWhat, exactlyâŚ?â
He doesnât know what heâs asking. âYou were asleep,â Mob says, a little uncertain. âSo I tried to wake you up. You didnât at first, and I was getting a little worried, and thenâŚâ
His voice trails off into the implied. Reigen had woken up, suddenly, and explosively, in a panic wholly unlike him. Reigen clears his throat and nods. âWell, it was good of you to wake me up, then,â Reigen says, voice dismissive. âItâs bad to sleep on the job, Mob. Shows a lack of professionalism. A rare slip up for me, and Iâm sorry you caught me on it.â
âYouâve been sleeping a lot, lately, Shishou,â Mob says. âIn the office, I mean. I come in, andââ
âWell, itâs important to get rest, too, Mob,â Reigen says quickly. âDonât neglect yourself for work.â He suppresses a yawn and wipes his eyes. âDo what feels right.â
Mob doesnât look like he quite follows, and Dimple is giving Reigen an impossibly skeptical look. But finally Mob nods, and retreats to his desk. Reigen can feel his eyes on him from across the room. Dimple stays by the desk, aura drifting around in a green haze. Reigen trains his eyes on the paperwork on his desk. The details on the page donât make sense.
âWhatâs wrong with you?â Dimple asks.
His voice is quiet enough so that Mob wonât hear. Reigen doesnât lift his eyes. He brushes his fingers across his lip, almost going to bite at his nails before he finds theyâre already bitten to the quick. Reigen stalls for a moment, staring at the tips of his white fingers, before pressing them underneath his arms. âI donât know what you mean,â Reigen says. âFine of you to vanish for weeks on end and then show up again when you get bored.â
âWeeksâ?â Dimple begins, something incredulous hinting in his voice. But then he shakes his head and drifts closer to Reigen, almost touching his forehead. âListen, Reigen. Iâm not dumb, I can tell youâre trying to hide something from Shigeo. Heâs not completely stupid either, heâs just not going to call you on it. So tell me whatâs up. I wonât tell him.â
Reigen shuffles the pages around on the table. âThereâs nothing wrong,â he says. âI have everything handled.â
âEverything handled means thereâs something wrong,â Dimple says, sinking lower towards the desk. âLook, I know youâve got all these weird complexes, but youâre gonna dig yourself deeper in this weird hole youâre digging yourself into.â
âWhy donât you tell me what you think is wrong?â Reigen asks, lifting his eyes up to Dimple. Except itâs not really a question, when it comes out. Itâs more of a challenge that Reigen didnât know he was making.
Dimple doesnât answer. He just looks at Reigen, like heâs some sort of hidden puzzle he canât quite crack. Itâs not visible to him, either. This thing thatâs moving through Reigen like poison. Reigen presses his palms against his eyes. âGo away, Dimple,â he says flatly. âI donât need you here if youâre going to keep telling me everything wrong with myself.â
âFine,â Dimple says, with a burst of showy light. âGuess thatâs what I get for trying to help you, eh?â
Mob looks up at the flare in Dimpleâs aura, but Dimple is already moving away across the room, leaving zigzagging streak of light in the air behind him. âDimple?â He asks, frowning at the spirit.
âLet me know when your masterâs being less of a pain in the ass, Shige,â Dimple tells him. âIâm out.â And then he zips up and away through the ceiling.
Mob stares at the space that he went through, at something Reigen has never been able to see. Then he lowers his head and turns to look at Reigen. âShishou,â he says, voice uncertain. âIs something wrong?â
Reigenâs resting his chin on his hands, folded into a table underneath his head. He canât bring himself quite to look at Mob. Like if he lifts his eyes, Mob will see him crumbling. âEverythingâs fine, Mob,â he says. âDonât worry about me.â
He can feel Mob watch him, for long, agonizing seconds after he says this. But finally he turns his head away, back to his paperwork. Reigen stares down at the desk, trying desperately to stay awake. But if he fell asleep, he would never know. If Reigen was asleep right now, he would never know. The line between reality and dream bleeds, and Reigenâs lost the distinction.
The rest of the day feels interminable. Reigen walks shakily back to his apartment after sending Mob homeâ he canât bring himself to take Mob out like he normally does. Heâs afraid that the longer he goes away from home, the more likely it is that the world will give way around him. Or the more likely it is that his legs will give out again, underneath him.
He barely makes it inside the door of his apartment before he sprawls on the floor. He supposes thereâs a certain irony in the fact that heâs sure heâs never slept more in his whole life, but heâs never been more tired either. Years of sleep deprivation catching up to him, in the form of a slow moving curse.
Thereâs a knock on the door behind him. When Reigen doesnât get up to answer it, the door opens anyway, and a few moments later a cool hand rests on top of his head. Fingers work through his tangled hair, smoothing out the gnarls. âArataka,â Mogami says.
Reigen closes his eyes and presses his face deeper into the carpet. Mogamiâs hand moves with him. âItâs getting worse again,â he says.
âI can see that,â Mogami says. His voice is soothing. âTell me what happened.â
âI was at the office,â Reigen says, sound muffled even to his ears. âAnd things were blackâ there was this ratââ fragments of their conversation return, and Reigen hurries on. âNever mind about the rat. Anyway, then I woke up, and I thought it was over, and then I was at the office again, and it was like in my dream. And I left, but then I woke up again. At the office, I mean. Things were normal, then. Mob woke me up that time.â
The sentences string out longer than he means for them to do. Heâs certain theyâre nonsensical, but Mogami doesnât comment on it. He only keeps working his hand through the layers of Reigenâs hair. âYouâve never had a dream at the office before,â Mogami says.
âNo,â Reigen says. âKeiji, whenâ whenâs this going to stop?â
Mogamiâs hand goes still. Reigen waits for some kind of responseâ the longer heâs silent, the more fear begins to coil up his stomach. But then Mogamiâs hand moves down, ghosting over his neck, and to his shoulder. He pulls Reigen upright. Reigen ends up against Mogamiâs shoulder, sagging against him. âYou have to trust that I can handle this, Arataka,â Mogami says. âI know this is difficult for you. But weâll get there, I promise.â
His voice is soft, but itâs right next to Reigenâs ear. He can hear each cadence, where Mogami takes his breath, the click of his teeth as they brush against each other. Reigen shivers. He canât quite discern why. âI know,â he says. âI justâŚâ
âItâs a curse that inspires weakness,â Mogami says. âItâs not your fault for being susceptible.â
Reigen feels like ice. Thereâs no answer he can make. âArataka,â Mogami says, not acknowledging his silence. âWas there anyone else at the office today?â
âDimple,â Reigen mumbles, words taking a moment to start in his throat. âHe hasnât been thereâŚâ The exact time frame fails him, again. âFor a while. But he left, quickly. I donât⌠I donât think any clients came today. It was slow.â Then, almost as an afterthought, he says, âand Mobâ he was there.â
Mogami doesnât say anything. Heâs silent and contemplative. Reigen waits for some kind of response that doesnât come. Thereâs only the feel of his hand on his arm. Reigen swallows, and he can feel his throat bob. âKeiji,â he says.
âI think I know whatâs happening,â Mogami says suddenly. âBut Arataka. Youâre not going to like it.â
Reigen lifts his head up, eyes opening again. He canât get far before Mogamiâs hand steadies him. âI donât care anymore,â he says. âIâ I just want this gone, please, tell me.â
For a while, Mogami says nothing. His hand holds Reigen against his shoulder as he thinks. Reigenâs heart, suddenly, is pounding inside his chest, like a bird beating its wings against the bars of a cage. Then Mogami speaks, finally. âSometimes,â he says, then pauses. âYoung psychics who donât have control of their powers can cause problems without meaning to.â
The words donât make any sense. Reigen canât connect the statement to anything having to do with himself. But then, something ugly settles over him, and then it clicks. âYou donât mean,â he begins. âYou canât meanâ Keiji, that canât be it.â
âI am not saying he means to,â Mogami says. âI donât think heâs the type to ever do something so cruel, especially to his trusted master. But these things happen, Arataka. Iâm sorry itâs this way.ââ
âNo,â Reigen says. âYouâre wrong, thatâs notâ thatâs not possible.â Suddenly, having Mogami next to him is unbearable. He shoves Mogamiâs hands off his shoulder, scrambling back to create space. Reigen lands on the palms of his hands, and the bones in his wrists pop. His legs tangle with each other when he tries to rise, so he stays down on the floor.
Mogami doesnât stand. He doesnât move at all, not even to lower the hand that Reigen pushed away. But still he looms over Reigen. âAnd what makes you sure of that, Arataka?â His tone is clipped, suddenly. Reigenâs lost his sympathy. He can see it in the black of his eyes.
Panic is clawing at Reigen, ripping him open at every seam. Reigen trusts few peopleâ he trusts himself, except for now, and he trusts Mogami, and he always trusts Mob. But this settles down upon him, crushing him under its weight. âHe wouldnât,â Reigen says, and his voice is shaking. His whole body is shaking. âMobâ he couldnât do something like thisââ
âHe could,â Mogami says, voice sharp. âItâs in the nature of his powers. Even if he doesnât know it himself.â Reigenâs head drops til his chin touches his chest. One hand rises up to cover his face, and Mogamiâs voice grows softer. âI am not blaming him. Itâs an accident. Grudge builds up around certain people, Arataka. Itâs not his fault youâre one of them.â
Mogami reaches out a hand and rests it on Reigenâs outstretched leg. Itâs comforting. It should be comforting, but Reigen feels sick. From his core, to the way his frame shakes, to the way Mogamiâs hand feel pressed up against him. âWhat do I do?â His voice is pathetic to his ears.
Mogami sighs. âYouâll have to send him away.â Reigen jerks, and Mogamiâs hand tightens. âItâs the only way his powers wonât affect youâ then I can counteract the effect in his absence. I know itâs not what you want, but itâs the only way. You have to trust me.â
Reigen pushes himself upright. For a moment, he tries to pull his extended leg back, but Mogamiâs grip doesnât loosen. âIâm not going to do that,â he says. âI canât do that to Mob. Thatâs not fair to himâ pushing him away like that for no reason.â
Thereâs no answer at first, only Mogamiâs hand growing tighter and tighter, and Reigen is suddenly sure his ankle is going to breakâ but then the pressureâs gone, and he canât be sure he didnât imagine it. âDo you imagine youâre helping him with that?â Mogami asks, staring at him through his ink black bangs. âThat by letting him kill you slowly, youâre doing him a favor?â
Something squeezes in Reigenâs chest, to the point of breaking. Reigen takes in a shuddering breath, trying to build up a response, when Mogami continues. âYouâre deluding yourself, if you think that would do any good. You donât want to face any consequence of this thatâs unpleasant, thatâll make you seem bad in the eye of your student. Keeping him with you for the sake of your prideâ Iâm astonished at your selfishness, Arataka. Is neither the motivation of helping yourself or helping him enough?â
âI,â Reigen begins, only to find he is without answer. âI donâtââ
âI could easily explain the problem to him,â Mogami says, with a twist of his hand. âIâm sure heâd be interested to know about this. Do you imagine heâd take it well?â
The idea of Mob knowing makes Reigen scramble forward, suddenly desperate in his urgency. âNo,â he says, voice almost a shout. âYou canât tell him that, you canâtââ
âIf you donât send him away,â Mogami says, words filling the space around Reigen, âthen Iâll have to. Itâs the only way to keep from letting this happen.â
Reigenâs hands are pressed against the ground in front of him, supporting his weight. As he stares at Mogamiâs impassive face, his arms begin to buckle. He slides to the ground, forehead pressing against the floor. Resting on his forearms is the only thing that keeps him from being wholly collapsed. Thereâs no answer that Reigen can give. Every option seems impossible.
When Mogami speaks again, his voice is gentler. âI know itâs not what you want,â he says, âbut exposing yourself again to him would be unnecessarily cruel. Youâd be letting him hurt you again. And you know he doesnât want to hurt you, Arataka. Itâs not like him to do that. You have to tell me youâll do as I say.â
The words feel like a knife, dragging along the inside of his mouth. But thereâs nothing else to be done. âI will,â Reigen says.
âPromise me.â
âKeiji, I will,â Reigen says. âPlease, justâŚâ His hands are shaking against his face. âPlease help me.â
Thereâs some movement out of Reigenâs vision, some twitching motion. But Reigen canât know what it means, because he canât bring himself to look at anything. So all he has to go on is Mogamiâs voice, reassuring in his ear. âOf course I will.â
Itâs worse, somehow, than Reigen expects.
He canât do it over the phone, or via text, or in any other cruel, distant method. Mob deserves better than thatâ he deserves better than all of this, Reigen knows. He deserves better than to ever know Reigen. So Reigen waits at his desk, seconds dragging by, long and agonizing. It both goes by too fast and not slow enough.
Mob comes in, like clockwork. Reigen canât get his mouth to start working until Mobâs shrugged the bag off his shoulder, which feels unnaturally cruelâ to let Mob get comfortable before Reigen delivers his ultimatum. âOi, Mob,â he says. âCome here. I need to talk to you about something.â
Obediently, Mob walks over to the chairs Reigen gestures him to. If he notices the waver in Reigenâs voice, he doesnât comment, only lets Reigen slide the mug of tea across the table to him. He retracts his fingers, and Mob picks up the mug. He holds it in both hands, the way he always doesâ as Reigen settles across from him, heâs suddenly struck by the possibility that the curse could eat that memory away too. Every strange, small, detail of Mob, consumed unknowingly by something of his own making.
âWhat is it, Shishou?â Mob asks, and Reigen feels everything within him sink. He has to say something. He has to carry this out.
âMob,â he says, finally. His voice is too quiet and he canât lift his eyes to Mobâs face. âThereâs a lot to consider, you know, when running a business. Expenses, and policies, and what youâll charge when someone asks for what and how youâll operate your business, and, ah, where to place itâŚâ
He stops. The words are coming out too slow, shaky, too uncertain. But Mob doesnât say anything. He waits quietly, for Reigen to get to his circuitous point. He clears his throat. âI guess I mean,â he says finally, âthat you have to be careful. About a lot of things. Which is whyâŚâ
He could say nothing. He could let it go, and not hurt Mob this way, even if Mobâs curse silently ate him alive. Maybe that would be easier, than dismissing Mob for a reason he couldnât ever know. Maybe if Reigen stayed selfish, and clung to Mob and let Mob hurt him, it would be easier. Even if it meant disappointing Mogami, even if it meant Mobâs curse killed him slowly.
âShishou, are you going to drink your tea?â Mob asked.
âMob,â Reigen broke out, âIâm formally releasing you from the bond that holds you here as my student.â
âOkay,â Mob says, without pause. Reigen stares at the floor, and waits. Mob watches him for a moment, then blinks. âWait⌠Shishouââ
âSee, thatâs the thing here, Mob,â Reigen says. Thereâs no tremor in his voice now. Heâs gotten the first words out, and now he can let the rest flow out, slow and steady and agonizing. âIf Iâve released you from that bond, Iâm not your master anymore. You can go home. Go do what other kids your age do. Play video games, or, or, study for classes. Whatever you want to do.â
He knows Mob is staring at him, but Reigen canât look up at his face. He doesnât want to see whatâs waiting there. âBut I want to stay here,â Mob says. âAt the office. Did I do something wrong?â
âNo,â Reigen says, voice suddenly fervent. âNo, Mob, you didnât do anything wrong. I just⌠Iâve taught you everything I can teach you.â
âI donât think so,â Mob says, attempting to be valiant.
âMob,â Reigen says, and he can hear the beginning of a crack in his voice. âGo home.â
Thereâs a long, empty silence. Reigen presses the side of his hands against his forehead, trying to keep himself steady as Mob says nothing. Then thereâs the click of Mob gently placing the mug against the small table. He gets up, and walks across the room. Thereâs the shuffle of him scooping his book bag off the floor. And then a long silence, where he doesnât do anything, and all Reigen can do is concentrate is on his own breathing.
The door opens, and shuts behind him. Mob is gone. Itâs only Reigen in the office. Reigen and Mogami, leaning against the wall, watching in impassive silence.
The crows are everywhere, now.
Sometimes Reigen sees the decay and the black and everything else, and sometimes he doesnât. He doesnât know if it simply doesnât bear note anymore, and heâs not noticing it. But the crows are always there. Their heads turn steadily to follow him when he walks down the street, going to and from the office.
Reigen, as always, sits at his desk and attempts to entertain clients, to cajole and ease their worries. Reigen canât know anymore if heâs actually providing aid. He supposes thatâs not any different than before, when he was content to just take peopleâs money and send them on their way. He still does the same thing. It makes no difference. Except more and more, people turn and leave before Reigen can convince them to stay. The words wonât click together right, and he canât move fast or wild enough to get anyone to pay attention. And then no one comes at all. Itâs just Mogami.
Mogami is always there when Reigen arrives. He never knows when he gets there, when he leaves, but he is there, and then heâs at Reigenâs apartment, and any other stop he makes. He watches. Reigen doesnât know for what. The signs of his curse, he supposes. But nothing abates. Nothing gets better. Mogami always drifts around the room. Itâs hard for Reigen to keep his eyes on him.
âCouldnât you do something?â He asks Mogami finally, when a client walks out again. The heat of frustration makes the words slip out, before Reigen can think them through. âWith these clientsâ you helped me before. Come on.â
Mogami sits on the sagging green chair angled against the wall, picking idly at the fray of his jacket. He doesnât look up when Reigen speaks to him. âI think Iâm doing quite a lot right now, actually,â he says, voice suddenly cool. âIt takes a bit of doing to work on this curse, Arataka. I assumed you could handle your own clients.â
Reigenâs hands fling up. âThatâs notâ you know itâs not that simple, Keiji. Iâmâ with the curse, I canât do anything with it. It makes it hardâ hard toââ he canât figure out a convincing response. Itâs right there, hovering right out of the way of his shaking fingers. He settles them against his head, and they work through his hair as he tries to think.
âArataka,â Mogami says, âI cannot help you at all if you are not honest.â
Reigenâs hands stay in his hair. His arms are locked in place, along with the rest of his body, along with his jaw, clenched tight enough to break. He still canât speak. This ridiculous, obvious thing that sits in front of them, and Reigen canât speak it at all.
Mogami sighs. His legs unfold from underneath him, and he rises up. Heâs only two steps away from Reigen, and he takes them with his usual measured pace. Then he settles his hands on Reigenâs shoulders. âItâs some kind of compulsion, I suppose,â he says. âThis inability to be honest. Youâre held captive by it as much as you hold anyone else.â
He smooths out the fabric of Reigenâs jacket shoulders, even though they bunch again with Reigenâs tightening shoulders. Then he moves up his arm and pulls Reigenâs hands away from Reigenâs head. Shame sickens Reigen to his core. He knows. They both know, they have all known. Reigen sways on his feet, and Mogami pulls him forward, idly tangling their fingers together.
âWould you say,â Mogami says, voice thoughtful, âit could be a condition of your curse? But no, itâs always been this way. Sometimes the real problem is within ourselves.â Reigenâs face remains in Mogamiâs shoulder, so he canât see the contemplative fold of Mogamiâs brow, but he can picture itâ the way it looks when he arrives on some interesting thought experiment. âIâd imagine, Arataka, thatâs what attracted your studentâs curse, though. A defense mechanism to defend him from your manipulation, even if heâs not aware of it. Thereâs an irony in it, isnât there?â
When Reigen doesnât answer, Mogami sighs. âWell,â he says. âI suppose you may not appreciate it in the same way.â
The rat doesnât come back. But a small white cat follows him home, eyes bright and inquisitive in its face. Its smile is satisfied as it winds its way between Reigenâs leg as he unlocks his door. Then it shoots inside before Reigen can block it from coming in.
âHow would you define a parasite?â the cat asks Reigen when he shuts the door behind him. Itâs sitting on top of his couch, thin white tail whipping around in the air.
Reigen leans against the door until it clicks, then stays there. He means to turn the key in the lock, but he ends up staying stationary. âLittle bugs that feed on something else,â he says. âLike tapeworms and stuff.â
âWhat a simplistic way of looking at things,â the cat says, flicking an ear. âYou never try at all, really. You were supposed to be something, werenât you? All those impressed teachers, your hopeful parents, a bright, promising future. It must still be there, underneath all this drudgery. Use that brain of yours and come up with something brilliant.â
He doesnât bother walking around the couch. Reigen falls over the side of it and lands face down in the creaking cushion. Maybe itâll go away if he doesnât acknowledge it, if he doesnât give it his answer. Maybe if he waits long enough, heâll wake up or fall asleep, and the issue will resolve itself in waking or dreaming. But instead, thereâs pressure on his back. Four small, hard as rock paws walking up to his neck. He can feel the catâs whiskers when it sniffs his hair.
âSo think again,â the cat says. âAre parasites only microscopic organisms?â
âNo,â Reigen says, after forcing his overtired brain into motion. âThereâs likeâ those birds. That sit on big animals. Itâs something that feeds off of others, nothing in return.â
The cat is kneading his back now. He can feel its needle claws through his shirt. âSo where would you say you rank, Arataka? What classification of parasite are you?â
Reigen lets himself sigh into the couch, back rising as he breathes in and lowering as he breathes out. The cat stops to steady itself on his back. Then it sits, tail curling neatly around its feetâ it brushes Reigenâs ear as it moves. âItâs interesting, Arataka, that you mention those birds. Sometimes, the animals they take advantage of will drive them away, indicating an awareness of their irritating nature. But other timesâ they do nothing. They let them sit there, riding off their strength and apathy to survive to a miserable, petty existence. They are too unimportant to even bother driving away.â The cat stretches its front feet out, bunching up Reigenâs back. âIsnât that fascinating?â
Eventually, when Reigen is silent for too long, the cat humphs. It curls up between Reigenâs shoulder blades, nestling itself neatly in the narrow gap. Then it purrs, loud and obnoxious in Reigenâs ear. Reigen doesnât remember waking up or falling asleep, but at some point the cat simply vanishes. Like it was never there in the first place.
âIâm not sure why youâre bothering,â Mogami tells Reigen abruptly. âDoing all this.â
Itâs one of the slow parts of the day, although all parts of the day are slow parts of the day now. Reigenâs been slumping closer and closer towards the top of his desk all day, although now that Mogamiâs speaking he realizes his forehead is actually against the top of it. He thinks about lifting his head, but it seems like too much work. So he asks, pressed against the desk, âwhat?â Paperwork tickles his face, moving with his breath.
âYouâve said it yourself,â Mogami says. âYour curse makes it impossible for you to work. Any clients who come in invariably leave again. Youâre exhausting yourself, attempting to work outside your inability.â
Reigen blinks slowly against the desk. He canât quite remember saying that. It sounds like something he could have saidâ something close to what he could have said, anyway. But thereâs so many holes and absences in his memory, he has no way of proving he didnât say it. Mogami remembers most things better than Reigen now, anyway. âI have to work,â Reigen says.
Mogamiâs sitting next to him, on top of the desk. Reigen can see the curve of his fingers through the fringe of his hair. âYouâre using it is a distraction,â Mogami says. âOr maybe itâs another compulsion. I suppose both are apt.â He adjusts the collar of Reigenâs jacket, smoothing over some fold so it lays more crisply. It itches against the back of Reigenâs neck. âFor now, though, I think it would be wiser if you abstained. Youâre wearing yourself out unnecessarily. It makes my job much harder than it needs to be.â
Eventually, Reigen nods, even if the movement is imperceptible. It doesnât really matter, where he isâ things are the same now. Thereâs always the rot and thereâs always the dark and thereâs always Mogami. The only thing moving him forward is his own habit, a rhythm that carries him without him realizing. âKeiji,â he says. âWhy would I⌠What would I be distracting myself from?â
His hand is still running over Reigenâs collar. âWhat else?â Mogami asks. âYourself.â
Thereâs a crow waiting outside the office when Reigen leaves, but he doesnât wait to hear its riddles. He buries his head in his jacket and starts walking, as fast as he can. When he hears the flap of wings he starts running.
He refuses to look back, but he can still hear the sound of the wings multiplying, of hundreds of birds trying to overtake him. They are all sharp beaks and talons and angry cries. Exhaustion grabs at Reigen as much as anything else, but he runs. He runs as much as he can, as fast as he can, even when his legs are shaking and he feels like everythingâs going to give out.
He gets to the apartment and takes the stairs two at the time, but the birds rush through the door behind him, spiraling up the staircase after him. Reigen finds his apartment door and yanks it open, turning to slam it shut behind him. He sees a mess of ebony feathers as it slams shut, and then the birds are screaming through the door.
âNo thank you!â Reigen shouts back. âNo, none of that, thank youââ the door thumps, and Reigen stumbles back and away from it. It keeps thumping, so Reigen scrambles across the apartment to find his closet. He yanks the door open and jams himself in next to his winter coat. Then he kicks the door shut behind him, bracing his feet against it as he curls up on the floor.
He can still hear the rush and clatter of wings, their cries, whatever they demand of him. Reigen presses his back against the closet, trying to steady his breath again. Suddenly, Reigen realizes he doesnât know what would happen. If these birds caught him, if anything in this version of reality caught him, would anything really change? Would the illusion give way, or would the reverberations of psychic power prove enough to affect him?
Reigen stays in the closet, long after the birds are gone. He sits in the dark. The crack of light moves across the floor and across Reigenâs feet. He watches it as the thunder in his chest refuses to abate.
Eventually, Mogami finds him there.
The door opens and Reigen curls away from the light, from whatever awaits him outside the door. But then he peeks up through his fingers, and Mogamiâs looking down at him. Heâs completely in shadow, the light from the setting sun creeping around him.
âItâs you,â Reigen says, voice shaking. âGod, I thought maybe the crows got in my apartmentâ figured out doors, or locksââ
Mogamiâs pulling him off the floor, without acknowledgment of what Reigenâs saying. Words still trip out of Reigenâs mouth as his feet slide against the floor. Heâs not standing under his own power. Itâs only Mogami, holding him upright as he guides him across the apartment, to the couch again. He keeps ending up here, somehow. He canât quite think about that when Mogami is frowning down at him, face inches from his own.
âWhy were you in there?â He asks.
Reigen blearily stares at him before the context of their conversation returnsâ the closet Reigen had trapped himself inside. âThere were crows,â he says finally, in clarification.
âCrows.â
âOutside the apartment, Iâ when I left work yesterdayâŚâ He waves a hand, gesturing vaguely at the apartment door. âThey followed me home, so I locked the door. I thought they might get in, then. So then I, hahâŚâ The panic begins to build again at the memory. The sound, thundering right outside his door. âHid. I hid. Keiji,â Reigenâs arms fold tighter across his chest. âI donât know if I can keep doing this.â
Mogamiâs crouching in front of him, elbows resting on his knees as he looks up at Reigen. Thereâs something strange in his expressionâ worry, maybe. Worry heâs attempting to conceal. âDoing what?â
Reigen slides a little further down, legs bending deeper as he sinks lower in the couch. âI donât mean to be ungrateful,â he mumbles, âI knowâ I know youâre doing what you can, I knowâŚâ He breathes out, voice shaky. âItâs not going to go away quickly, Iâm making it difficult. But do you know? When itâs going to stop?â
Mogamiâs hand is steady on Reigenâs leg, and without thinking Reigen puts his own on top. Itâs trembling in comparison. Mogami doesnât push his hand away, or move at all. âArataka,â he says, voice gentle, âI donât know what you mean. When is what going to stop?â
Thereâs something awful, waiting for Reigen, on the other side of this conversation. He can feel it behind Mogamiâs patient face. He canât blink. Finally the words come together, bleeding out of Reigenâs mouth against his will. âThe curse,â he says. He can barely hear himself speak. âOn me. Keijiâ you told me there was a curseâŚâ
The worry is visible now, a sad, resigned thing on Mogamiâs face. Like what Reigenâs saying isnât unexpected, but still hurts to hear in that strange melancholy way. âAh,â Mogami says. He brushes Reigenâs bangs back with his free hand, fingers trailing across Reigenâs forehead, and suddenly Reigen wants nothing more than to not be there. âI knew,â Mogami says, not removing his hand, âThat this would be hard on you. I suppose even deceiving yourself is easier than facing the truth for you.â
Thereâs no answer that can block out what Mogamiâs saying. Still, Reigen tries. âNo,â he says, the word barely audible to himself. Then, suddenly forceful, he says again, âno.â Mogamiâs not holding him down, but suddenly he feels like heâs struggling to get away. âYou did, you did say that, you said that Mob put a curse on me on accident, I had to send him away, Keiji, pleaseââ
And now Mogamiâs hands are holding Reigenâs shoulder, tight enough to break. âArataka,â he says. âThereâs no curse. I donât know whatâs happening to you. But itâs just you.â
Thereâs nothing. Nothing at all, that Reigen can say to this, even after days and weeks and months and years of always having more bullshit to spin. Hysteria drowns out any rational thought as he grips at Mogamiâs wrists, either for support or to wrench them away. Some sort of panicked noise is escaping through his teeth as he draws his feet up, instinct demanding he get smaller and smaller under Mogamiâs gaze. All he can manage is a strangled word. âMobââ
âYour nature,â Mogami says, tone unspeakably kind, âwas always going to drive him away.â
Reigenâs legs kick out at Mogami, and he pulls back as Reigen lunges away from him. Reigen knocks something loose from the coffee table. He doesnât see what it is, but he hears the smash of it on the floor. âGet out,â he says, words beginning to turn to a howl. âGet out, get out, get outââ
He doesnât wait to see if Mogami follows his order, instead scrambling for the balcony door. Mogami catches at him again, but Reigen wrestles his way out of his grip. As he yanks the sliding door open, he can hear the scream of the crows, and dread lurches through him. But remaining in the apartment is impossible. Reigen turns to shut the door.
Mogamiâs standing in his apartment. His arms are half out to Reigen, and he stands perfectly still in a dusty, lifeless room. He canât see the rot spreading over every inch of the place, the way the furniture is disintegrating around him, because itâs not there. Itâs just Reigen. Itâs always just been Reigen. One last trick he played on himself.
Reigen slams the sliding door shut. As soon as he does, thereâs a creak of metal. As he steps back, he can see the apartment atrophy. The roof gives out first, shingles falling out and turning to dust. Then the planking, the interiors Reigen canât quite discern, and then itâs down to the metal framing. Reigen watches it curl and rust, changing shape in seconds. Soon thereâs nothing but Reigen, standing on the balcony, and the outline of his balcony door. The rest is gone. Heâs left only a crumbling square of concrete, and a world gone completely black.
There is a crow, sitting on the last remaining section of balcony.
He stares at it as the railing atrophies, curling as it rusts. The metal groans, and Reigen takes slow steps across the balcony. Reigen braces his hands against the railing. Itâs cold under his fingers. He can feel it weakening.
The crow opens its beak and says, âdo you believe in karma?â
âFuck off,â Reigen says.
âIt would be a neat explanation for your current condition,â the bird says. âSamskaras, creating phalas. Invisible effects becoming visible. Itâs a curse in itâs own way, isnât it, Arataka? A curse inflicted wholly upon yourself, created by your own misdeed.â
He leans against the railing, staring down at the black below. The cold metal bites through his shirt. Itâs like ice against his ribcage. Next to him, he sees the bird shake out its wings, press them against its side again. The motion is wholly silent. âDo you think all of this is simply from your current life?â It asks. âAll your lies, and deceit, coming back to you. I think it would be sufficient.â Its voice adopts the tone of a sermon, suddenly. Reigenâs heard the words it proclaims before, somewhere in the shattered halls of his memory. âNow as a man is like this or like that, according as he acts and according as he behaves, so will he beâ a man of good acts will become good, a man of bad acts, bad. He becomes pure by pure deeds, bad by bad deeds.â⨠Reigen breathes in and looks away again. It doesnât move like a bird, is the problem. The movement of its head is too smooth, too human. So are its eyes as it stares at Reigen. âYou have nothing to say to defend yourself,â it says. âHow unusual.â
âItâs not real,â Reigen says. âSo. It doesnât matter. Whatâs to defend myself against?â The words have an odd calming effect, once heâs said themâ thereâs nothing to hurt him except the fraying strings of his own mind. Reigen settles this thought in his chest, trying to calm the fast beating of his heart.
The crow mulls on this as Reigen leans against the railing. His head turns naturally, taking in a view that isnât there. âI suppose youâre right,â the crow says eventually. âThereâs nothing to prove.â
Reigenâs elbows press tighter against his sides. âThatâs not exactly what I said,â he says.
âBut I understand your meaning, Arataka,â the crow counters. âIf this is in your headâ if I am nothing but a product of your overwrought brain chemistryâ then I am you. I know what you mean, perfectly. And what you mean,â its head straightens in a show of satisfaction, âis that thereâs nothing to prove. Thereâs no one here to show artifice for. No one here for you to trick. Both of us know the truth. I am simply here to show it to you.â
âOkay,â Reigen mutters. âSure. So, tell me the truth and let me go back to my apartment. I need to figure out whatâs wrong with me now.â
âAh,â the crow says fondly. âThereâs that bravado. Trying to seem competent and brave, always, even when you cannot be. But of course. The truth. A novel concept for you.â
Reigen doesnât quite remember turning to look at the crow, but heâs looking at it now. Itâs unnaturally still. Its wings do not twitch, its feathers donât move in any gust of windâ its whole body remains completely and totally stationary. The lack of motion is wholly arresting.
The crow opens its beak. âThe truth,â it says, âis that there is no point in pretending you are not the worst sort of liar and fraud. The one that knows your actions are wrong, and carries them out anyway.â
His fingers are curling tighter and tighter around the railing. It must be tight enough to cut nowâ but thereâs one last final edge of pressure that Reigen needs, that he canât quite surpass. The bird cocks its head at him, and suddenly itâs birdlike again. But still it speaks, adopting that strange tone again. âAnd here they say that a person consists of desires,â it says, words becoming long and pronounced, soothing in their rhythm. âAnd as is his desire, so is his will, and as is his will, so is his deed, and whatever deed he does, that he will reap.â
Reigenâs legs arenât enough to support him anymore. The railing is painful against him as he slides down to the ground. The calm that had crystallized begins to fracture around him again.
âSo there is the truth,â the bird says. âDo you still wish to return to that life, Arataka? Can you say itâs worth it? I cannot imagine that you do.â It blinks, quick and birdlike at him, as he shakes against the atrophying bars of the railing. âHave you run out of words at last? I didnât think it possible. Then I suppose we are at an end.â
He knows what the bird will do. He can see it in its impossibly cold, black eye. But still, Reigen jerks back unprepared when it screams and flies into his face.
Feathers brush his cheek, and for a moment Reigen is sure he can feel claws ripping him to pieces, long tears in his face made by savage talons and the cruel curve of its beak. It goes on forever, endless in its horror, until Reigen realizes thereâs nothing happening at all.
Reigenâs hands are pressed against his face again. Under his fingers, sis face is stinging. He can feel the floor underneath him. Itâs not the concrete of the outside. Reigen breathes in, and his body kickstarts to life in a horrible convulsion. His gasps grow deeper, taking in enough air to hurt. Thereâs too much sensation, suddenlyâ Reigenâs aware of every pressure against his skin, the blood pounding in his ears, the bone of his hip pressing into the floor. His breaths turn into sobs, constricted behind his teeth, until Reigen can gather enough air to stop again. He presses his lips together. Then he pulls his hands away from his face.
He sees, for a moment, his fingernailsâ raw and bitten still, but now with red matter collecting underneath the edges. Before Reigen can focus on what that means, his hands move to show his apartment. Everything is smashed and pulled apartâ not from rot and decay, but from someoneâs destruction. As Reigen stares down at his own, at the bruises and blood and splinters pressed into into his skin, thereâs no way even he can deny himself.
Reigen sits in the middle of his shattered apartment, the epicenter of a self inflicted storm.
For a long time, Reigen doesnât move at all. He sits there, taking in the smashed up room, hands limp at his side. Itâs strange and still, and Reigen almost fears that if he does anything to disturb its calm, something will come roaring out at him again.
Anything that heâd been able to get his hands on had been destroyed. Reigenâs possessions are far from numerous, but thereâs enough to make a wreck of the room. His bookshelf is upended, its contents scatteredâ his few favorites lay open on the floor, pages ripped out in ragged strips. He had a photo frame resting face down on the shelf that he always meant to stick some photo in. Its face is shattered now. All his drawers are yanked out, their contents emptied and destroyed when they could be. His desk lamp lays broken on the floor, next to where his computer was similarly discarded. Reigenâs not quite brave enough to analyze whether itâs ruined. His TV screen, though, is clearly brokenâ it looks someone broke straight through its surface, a black hole formed off center. The couchâs cushions are ripped, his dresserâs been pulled apart. Every cabinet door in his kitchen had been opened, with everything breakable methodically smashed on the floor. The potted plant, sitting by his balcony door, is smashed. Black soil spills out all over the floor.
âWell, this is a fine display,â Mogami says. Reigen looks up, and finds him by the door. Heâs frowning at the shattered plates spilling out from the kitchen in front of the entryway. Itâs created a maze, one difficult for Reigen to see a solution for. But then Mogami waves a hand and they all lift off the floor. He strolls through the cloud of floating shards, but doesnât let them drop when he clears them. They stay suspended in air, like ornaments hung on invisible strings.
âI donât remember,â Reigen begins. âDoingâ it was like this suddenly. I donât know what happened.â He looks down at his fingers again, down at the ground. Thereâs a perfect circle formed by the debris around him. Mogamiâs foot appears in its circumference. Reigen stares at the hem of his pants leg. The green thread is fraying.
Before he can do anything else, Mogamiâs crouching in front of him, peering into his face with a critical eye. âArataka,â he says. âWhat have you been doing?â
His cold fingers rest against Reigenâs face. Once he feels Mogami trace his cheek, down to his jawline, Reigen can feel the minuscule scratches clawing up his face. They start on his forehead and repeat in erratic patterns across his face. âI donât remember,â Reigen says. âI thought I said⌠Keiji⌠Keiji, how did you get into the apartment?â
âYou need help,â Mogami says, like Reigen didnât speak at all. Maybe he didnât. Reigenâs suddenly not sure his mouth formed the words, with Mogamiâs hand holding his jaw. âYouâre lucky Iâm here. Youâre lucky Iâve been here. Who knows what you would have done?â
Reigen is suddenly certain heâs going to be here foreverâ in the middle of his apartment, Mogamiâs face inches away from his, feeling small and sick and pointless. But then he stands, hand dragging Reigenâs chin up before he it slips away. Thereâs something red on Mogamiâs fingers that he wipes away on his jacket. Then the apartment begins reassembling around him.
âYou should be grateful Iâm here to help,â Mogami says, voice flat as the furniture reassembles. âThereâs nothing to hold anyone here at all, Arataka. You know that as well as I.â
Suddenly, Reigenâs seized by the need to be useful, to do anything to justify his presence. He scrambles to accomplish something, meaning to get to his feet but not quite making it off the floor. Anything he reaches slips away from him, thoroughly handled by Mogami before Reigen can even think of what to do. The only thing he ends up doing is grabbing onto a half full, half forgotten cardboard box that Reigen never finished unpacking, ages ago. Heâd jammed it under his desk and thoroughly forgotten it and what it held. Some of its contents are scattered across the floor, old memorabilia that may as well be trash, but Reigen still begins scraping it inside with one shaky hand. His fingers run along the edges of a curled up poster as Mogami continues to speak. His words are beginning to turn into a low drone inside Reigenâs ear, and the stinging of a paper cut distracts him entirely. Reigen snaps his wrist back. Then he snatches the poster and, in a fit of impulse, shakes it open.
Whatâs printed on it makes everything stop.
The poster had been picked up years ago, on impulse in a thrift store that a college aged Reigen had wandered through with a trained, cool indifference. He held a developed interest in strange, eclectic thingsâ odd knick-knacks, bizarre trinkets, all pointless stuff to make himself look like a more interesting person with a well detailed life. Heâd shook open the poster in much the same gesture as he had now, and it had unfurled to reveal an old childhood obsession, long since forgotten. Reigenâs interests always reappear to him in a strange, circular pattern, and this oneâs reappearance had amused him enough to buy it, explaining it as an ironic enjoyment. Heâd forgotten it again, of courseâ much as heâd forgotten hours spent watching grainy VHS tapes in the dark, hours spent researching the death of a television psychic, all stretched out over the years of his life.
Itâs a wonder, Reigen thinks, around the pounding hysteria in his own skull, that the poster hadnât been destroyed. The printed image of Mogami Keiji, with promotional dates going back to before Reigen had been born, would have torn easily. In the end, itâs a cheap piece of trash that makes Reigen remember everything.
âYouâre not listening,â Mogami says impatiently, and Reigen curls away from him, clutching the poster to his chest. âThe least you could do, if Iâm going to spend my time here, is listen.â
Reigen pushes for an argument, for any kind of rebuttal that could make sense out of whatâs happening. But before he can find it, Mogamiâs hand is clenching his shoulder. Reigenâs body turns to ice. The hand still feels real, even though it canât be. The bent of fingers, the way the grip is strong enough to hold him captiveâ but itâs cold. Itâs impossibly cold. Reigen canât get away. He can feel Mogami begin to wrench him around, but before he can he turns his own head, desperate for some kind of control. Mogamiâs eyes are black and impassive, and his skin is grey. He is just like the constant decay Reigen sees everywhere. Reigen stammers for something impressive to say. âWhatââ he tries again. âWhat are you doing here?â
Mogamiâs mouth quirks into something sarcastic, and Reigen can feel the sting of his words before they even come out. âIsnât that the question Iâm posing for you now, Arataka?â
âNo,â Reigen says, gathering strength. âNo, I mean what are you doing here.â
Thereâs enough of a silence, as Mogamiâs face beginning to change into something dark, that Reigen can continue. âItâs unusual, is all,â he says, trying to sound triumphant instead of terrified, âfor a dead person to be wandering through my apartment instead of finding something more interesting to do with their afterlife.â And with that, he shakes the poster out again, offering the image of Mogami to Mogami himself.
Itâs weak, pointless bravado, especially while Reigenâs crumpled under Mogamiâs hand, while Mogami holds his apartment up with nothing but will. But his face is enough to keep Reigen from giving outâ dark anger brews across Mogamiâs face like a storm. Reigen knows heâs right. Itâs a truth that settles in deeper than anything else, and the exhilaration of that is for a moment overwhelming. He almost begins to rise up before Mogamiâs grip tightens. His hand pushes Reigen to the floor, pinning him to the earth with nothing but his flat palm. Exhilaration gives way to crushing panic, and any ground that Reigen might have gained is gone.
âDo you feel clever?â Mogami asks, inches above Reigenâs ear. âDo you think youâve won something, by making a discovery, purely on accident, that resulted only from your vices?â
âNo,â Reigen says, voice desperate. âNo, I donâtâ Keiji, pleaseââ the name is suddenly poisonous in his mouth as itâs pushed out, Mogami driving him further into the ground. He doesnât know how it came to feel natural, how any of this seemed real or possible, but now itâs sickening. Reigen stops to draw breath, closing his eyes for a moment, only to snap them open again. Mogamiâs pulling the poster from his fingers. Suddenly itâs more important than anything to hold onto it, the only piece of tangible evidence he has. If itâs gone, everything is.
But itâs pointless. The poster is wrenched from his hand, and Reigen reaches hopelessly out for it as Mogami holds it up. He inspects it, eyes scornful. âI remember taking this photo,â he says. âItâs the only thing they used for years.â
He tosses it away, and Reigen in his hysteria wants to laugh. He gets as far as his mouth going wide before Mogamiâs eyes are back on him again, and any bewildered amusement dies. Reigen stares wild-eyed back up at him, heart pounding in his chest in a thunderous, horrifying rhythm. âWhy?â He manages, voice barely making any sound at all. âWhy did you do this?â
Reigenâs not even sure what this is, this strange rewiring of Reigenâs entire life and memory, but it hangs impossibly over his head. The ghost of his childhood hero regards Reigen with pure disdain. Then he says, âbecause of the grudge around you. I intend to rid the world of it.â His hand moves, then, not to release Reigen but to settle more comfortably on his back. âYou are what I hate more than anything, Arataka. Someone who does nothing but manipulate, and lie, and use, and use, and use.â
Thereâs nothing Reigen can say to this damnation. Heâs trembling again, and heâs too aware of the high, pathetic whine in his voice. âBut whâ whyââ
He breaks off again. Mogamiâs expression shifts. Reigen thinks it might be pity, the way you pity some dying thing that doesnât know its own wretchedness. Then he sighs, moving close to Reigen again. His hand remains on Reigenâs back, but Mogami leans so heâs braced on his other elbow, bringing his head close to Reigenâs. His black hair brushes Reigenâs head. Reigen is close enough to decipher every fine line on Mogamiâs face, but suddenly everything is lost to shadow. The pressure is suffocating.
âThere is a certain type of scam,â he says, voice low, comforting, âthat I am sure you are familiar with. You approach your prey and assert that you know them, that your knowledge and relation to each other are mutual, even while you are aware that both of you are perfect strangers. The laws of polite interaction make this possibleâ the other person isnât willing to admit their faulty memory, so they play along. Soon they are quite convinced you are close, that you must be close. So they give you everything.â
A finger traces the shell of Reigenâs ear, moving strands of hair back. Reigen makes a panicked noise, somewhere in the back of his throat. Mogamiâs smile is wry. âI think you thought you could never be tricked, Reigen,â he says. âI suppose I had a bit of an advantage on you. But still. Thereâs a satisfaction to it.â His face moves closer still to Reigenâs, even as Reigen tries desperately to curl away.
âWe could try again,â he murmurs. âRemove your unfortunate discoveryâ you were never to know, really. But then thereâs an advantage to this, too. What do you think?â
Reigen makes no answer. Mogami sighs. âWell,â he says. âI suppose either way, weâre done here. Goodbye, Arataka.â
And then thereâs nothing.
âI thought that guy told you to beat it.â
âHe said I wasnât his student anymore,â Mob corrects. ââŚAnd not to come back to the office. I guess thatâs pretty much the same thing.â
The street is empty today, a product of the overcast sky. Mob is the only one walking its length, all the way from Salt Middle to Spirits and Such. Dimple floats along next to him, the ooze of his aura brighter than anything else on the street.
Dimple sighs at Mobâs response. âAnd youâre still going there. Come on, Shige, take advantage of the free time like a normal middle schooler. Go play games with your friends, or study. Talk to girls. OrâŚâ He drifts closer again, something sly and confidential in his gaze. âWe can work out something to do, you know. Something worth your timeâŚâ
Mob knows how the rest of this pitch goes, so he stops listening. Instead, Mob checks his phone, again, to make certain that Reigen hadnât responded. Each day, heâs sent a text asking if he was wanted back todayâ if Reigenâs reversed his decision on whatever had caused him to send Mob away in the first place. Thereâs no answer. Thereâs not even acknowledgment. Mob pauses to wonder if his texts are going through. He tabs through the text messages, up to when Reigenâs replies stopped. His eyes remains on the last message, silent and contemplative.
It doesnât make sense.
Heâs had enough time to think it over. Mobâs picked up that day and inspected it enough times to look at each angle, consider every vague stray possibility, and as far as he could see there isnât any reason for his abrupt removal at the office. He hadnât been slacking on his duties. He hadnât abused his power against Reigenâs wishes. He hadnât gotten more expensive. Heâd stayed the same. Everything had been the same, except for Reigen, and his sudden termination of Mobâs employment there.
Thereâd been enough distance, now, for the sting to be gone, leaving only something unsettling sitting in his stomach. Maybe itâs a test, of some kind. To see what Mob would do. Except Mob lacks anything to indicate to him what he should do, besides what Reigen commanded, which is impossible. Maybe heâs done something to frustrate Reigen. But then, why wouldnât Reigen tell him, instead of cutting him off?
The only option that Mob can see, then, is that Reigen is hiding something. Something bad enough to make him push Mob away.
âShige, are you listening to anything I said?â Dimpleâs voice is loud enough to get his attention again. âReigen doesnât want your help anymore. Why waste your time trying to win that guy back?â
âI donât think itâs like that,â Mob says without stopping. âI wanted to respect Shishouâs wishes, but⌠I think thereâs something wrong. So I want to find out what.â
Dimpleâs quiet, and Mob finds heâs arrived at the door of the office. The open sign for Spirits and Such is off. The lights are dark inside. Everything is silent, completely devoid of life. Mob stands below the first step, looking up at the door.
He begins to take the stairs, and suddenly, Dimpleâs in front of his face. âShige,â he says, words suddenly hesitant, âI get youâre worried for the guy, but⌠I think itâs better not to mess with it. Heâs probably got some personal problem, yeah? Better to stay out of it. Heâll come crawling back to you, for sure.â
Mob stares at him. His aura is flaring overbright, moving in an agitated way. Dimple grins at him still. âYou havenât been hiding whatâs wrong from me, have you, Dimple?â Mob asks. His voice is low.
âMe?â Dimple pshaws, waving a hand he creates for the purpose. âCome on, Shige. You know I wouldnâtâ heyââ
He flows to the side as Mob continues up the steps, picking up speed until heâs at the top. Then he stops, hand hesitating over the doorknob.
âIf Shishou really doesnât want me around,â he says, finally, âI wonât bother him anymore after this. But if somethingâs wrongâŚâ He grips the doorknob. âIâm going to help him.â
Dimple doesnât follow him into the office, so Mob opens the door alone. Itâs dark, and for a moment heâs convinced his errand was pointless. Reigenâs not even there. But then something moves, changing the light peeking through the blinds. Someoneâs standing behind Reigenâs desk.
âShishou,â Mob says.
âOi, Mob,â says Reigen in answer. âI thought I told you not to come back.â
Somethingâs coiled around his arm. Mob canât quite make it out in the dark, but itâs long and fraying, and he holds it taut in his hands. âI know,â he says. âBut I wantedâŚâ He trails off. Heâs not sure how to word it allâ the strange, half formed worries, developing slow in the back of his mind. âI guess I wanted to make sure,â he decides on, voice unconvincing to his own ears.
Reigen watches him. Then he sighs, chest collapsing in as he does. He lets go of what heâs holding with one hand, instead reaching out behind him to grab the back of his chair. It creaks under his weight as Reigen lands in it. âMob,â he says as he does so. âMob, Mob, Mob.â
The name rolls around in Reigenâs mouth like a marble, and he lets whatâs still wound around his arm slip off onto the desk. Itâs a rope, Mob sees now. For a moment, it looks like a snake, coiled perfectly on his desk. Mob stares at it, fascinated. But then he realizes Reigen is watching him. His masterâs fingers arrange to form a triangle.
âWhy are you bothering with this?â Reigen asks, interrupting the silence he created. âIâve sent you away. Itâs been fun, Mob, but itâs over, now.â
The ticking clock is loud in the silence. Mob thinks about it. âWell,â he says, eventually, âI think maybe you didnât mean to. I think thereâs something else going on, maybe⌠That youâre not telling me. I guess I canât really be sure. But Iâ donât think you would send me away for no reason.â
âAh, ah,â Reigen says, waving a hand. It breaks the perfect shape heâd made. âYouâre looking for reasons, then. Thatâs an easy fix. Mobââ He leans forward on the desk, elbows pressing in. His smile is wide and genial, and slightly crooked at the corners. Mob only sees this smile sometimes, when heâs making a particularly good deal and heâs feeling clever about it. âI donât need you anymore. I can do well without you.â
For a while, Mob canât work up an answer to this. Thereâs something twisting around in his stomach. He think it might be because of the words, because they hurt, but thatâs not quite it. Thereâs something else thatâs making his lungs constrict. âI donât think thatâs right, Shishou,â he says.
Reigenâs smile only gets wider. He leans into one hand, beaming down at Mob. âYou need to be more careful in the future, Mob,â he says. âI know what you really want to believe, of courseâ that I cared about you as a mentor, that I wanted to teach you all about your powers. But I only needed something to give this business some momentum.â He pushes up from the desk, and ends up standing in triumph. âAnd now Iâve got it, so Iâm cutting down on unnecessary expenditures.â
âYou only pay me three hundred yen a day,â Mob says.
He laughs. Thereâs too much teeth in it. Mob sees them flash in the dark. âEvery bit counts, Mob,â he says. Then he stops. Something satisfied settles in his face. Everything is much too still for it to feel like Reigen. âIn the future, Mob, you should use your powers for yourself. Keep charlatans like me from taking advantage of your kind nature.â
Mob stands rock still in the middle of the room. Reigen watches him for a moment more, then sighs. He begins gathering up the rope again, length by length. Mob watches it tighten around his arm.
Reigen holds it up and inspects it. Then he shakes a length loose again, turning to the side. Suddenly, heâs in the light, and Mob can make out thin strips of red on his face, like cat scratches all across Reigenâs cheekbones. âAre you still here, Mob?â He asks, conversationally. He doesnât look up from the rope. âThis is my private business, you know. I can have you ejected if you want.â
âYou must be a powerful spirit if I canât see you,â Mob says, âbut Iâm still going to exorcise you.â
His head turns, and his expression is cast in shadow. Mob canât make out anything on his face, but for a glimmer in his eye. Then Reigenâs head moves again, and the calm, easy smile on his face is replaced with something cold. âAnd what makes you say that?â He asks. His voice is cold, too cold for anything Reigen would ever say.
âEverything,â Mob says. âLeave his body now.â Something cold is building up in Mob. He feels frozen over, like heâs turning into ice thatâs going to crack. He raises his hand, and aura begins to move through his fingers.
The spirit exhales. âIâm not going to do that, Mob,â he says. âIâve worked hard to get this far. To get past you⌠Well.â He turns Reigenâs body again towards Mob, and his stance is totally different. Reigen canât have gotten any taller, but still he looms. âIt was quite a challenge. You made this petty man much more complicated than he should have been.â
Something reaches towards a breaking point in Mob. He can feel it building, somewhere behind his sternum. âStop talking,â he says. âIf you wonât leave, Iâll make you.â
He sniffs. Every noise the spirit makes inside Reigenâs body is wrong- itâs all over delicate and controlled. Itâs not like the grandeur Reigen lives in, that makes Mob feel like heâs always speaking to an audience of thousands, but itâs still a show. âThis is pointless,â the spirit says. âEverything I said, Mobâ it may not have been your master, but itâs true. Walk away. Youâre better off without this man. You must know how he uses you.â
âI donât care,â Mob says. âIâm going to exorcise you now.â
And then lets his power go, in an explosive rush that even he can feel. Itâs enough to rupture the air around him, but the barrier that comes up around Reigen doesnât tremble. Mob lets out more, more than he ever dares to use when Reigen stands near. Then it buckles. Reigenâs pupils contract to pinpricks, and the barrier cracksâ but then it reforms. Like Mob never touched it at all.
The spirit tilts Reigenâs head til his neck pops. âAll right,â he says, around an exhale. âI suppose thereâs no other way to do this, then.â
Something pounds inside Mobâs ear as he stares at the barrier, shimmering in the dark. Reigenâs mouth spreads wide, wide, wide. The rope falls to the floor around his feet.
âLetâs begin,â the spirit says.
#reigen arataka#mogami keiji#kageyama shigeo#mob psycho 100#mp100#tarnishing#unreality#psychological abuse#verbal abuse#gaslighting#self harm#suicidal imagery#suicidal thoughts#tumblr didn't copy the italics right but i just don't care enough to fix it. read it on ao3 if you want proper formatting lol#happy halloween don't read this actually
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Pen lies on her back, watching the liquid sky, heavy with crystalline stars and the inky blackness of night, shimmer and shiver above her. On this particular visit, she found a ridge, a strange sort of hill jutting sharply from the amber plains, and though it seemed to crane hundreds of feet into the cosmos, she reached the top after only a minute, or perhaps, even less. Rajya was waiting at the top, standing still as a statue, looking down over her domain. Empty and oppressively silent, yet the charr does not seem to be bothered. As if she doesn't even realize what's missing. Pen remembers what it felt like when Rajya was longing, for life, for freedom, for the sunâthat is gone now. By bringing back the part of her soul that was missing, it seems that the charr has become less alive. More resigned. More of a ghost than a restless spirit.
âYou think she will like the tale about the disgraced son?â Pen asks, stretching blue fingers into the stars, and stirring them, swirling them into a gale of icy dust. Rajya's ear twitches as she nods.
âYes. Marea will like it very much. Adventure and dubious heroes were always her favorites.â
âDubious heroes. Like Raigar and his crew.â
âI never met Raigar. But from what little Marea shared with me, I would not call him a hero. Not an evil man, but not someone who was placed on the earth to do good, either.â
âSo, the son is a bit better than the people I know. Perhaps one of the Accord. They have a wild collection of personalities,â Pen chimes with a smile. She allows images of the Astralarium to trickle through her minds eye, sharing them once more with Rajya. The charr had not been present for the entire adventureâshe missed the friendly librarians who let her take a book with her, and the journey back to the camp.
âThey do. I enjoyed the Accord, in the brief time I spent on their grounds.â
Pen closes her eyes. She sees impossibly tall golden walls rise up around her on all sides, overflowing with ivy vines, the rushing of water in the distance mixing with the nearby chatter of two sylvari. White noise like candy, so delicate and pretty she could pluck it between her fingers and shape it into a bead, and that bead would fall into the passing stream, bobbing along through lush green valleys teeming with bio-luminescent flowers, until finally, hurling off the ridge of a water fall and connecting with the rocks below, the memory shatters, and she opens her eyes, sighing softly. Â
âBeautiful. The old headquarters. I was there a few times, myself. But it seems you saw a good deal more than me, Rajya. You, you felt more than me, if that makes sense.â
âIt does. I had a knack for feeling things,â Rajya grumbles, pulling her cloak of coarse wool tighter over her shoulders. âMany said it was my greatest failing as a soldier.â
âReally? I thought the pacifism would be far worse.â
âBelieve it or not, the feelings came first, and many, many years later, I defected from the legions,â Rajya says slowly, as if speaking to a newborn cub. Pen bites her lip in embarrassment, clearing her throat.
âRight, that does make sense! Well, I have said my stupid thing for the evening. You cannot be surprised at this point. Why don't we change the subjectâRajya, what do you know about revenants?â
âNext to nothing.â The charr's voice has grown cold all of a sudden. The air around Pen's head feels thicker, heavier. She sits up, reaching for a white furred shoulder.
âWait, Rajya Sleekfur, do not leave me. I have more I wish to ask you! You were well learned in your time, and even if you had little chance to meet a revenant yourself, you must have heard something about them. I want to channel you, Rajya. When I fight. I already have my talents for guns and my highly inaccurate sense of proportion from you, and that has gone quite well, so imagine if I could directly channel your spirit in hand to hand combat? When I use my staff? You knew how to fight with one too, didn't you? You are so much more experienced than I. Allowing you to guide my movements would--â
â--I do not fight.â The answer is sharp and cutting, yellow eyes darting towards Pen's face behind an unpleasant snarl. âWhat part of 'pacifist' did you not understand, sapling? Twenty years in the home of my race's enemy? You have felt the things I have felt, and you dare to speak so foolishly. As if you are a bouncing baby tree that knows nothing but the Grove and Ventari's teachings.â
Pen shrinks back, withdrawing her hand, clutching it onto the fur around the collar of her coat. âOhâyes. I, I am sorry. I get carried away, sometimes. I am not all Rajya, after all. I am Pen as well.â
She offers a reassuring smile, but the charr turns away. The charr fades away, melding with the evening shadows before her very eyes.
Pen has discovered that spirits are not quite like the living. They have moments, sometimes hours, even days, where they seem little different. Personalities and memories in a unique fleshy shell, who she can talk to, tell stories, hear advice, learn to cherish as she might a wise old mentor in the corporeal world of Tyria. But just as quickly, they turn on you. They run off, and no matter how long she searches, she can't find her constant companion. The charr has retreated to the Mists somewhere, to brood, or wander, or do whatever it is that moody ghosts do. And Pen feels strangely hollow.
In those hours when she is left alone, when she lies in the long amber grasses and watches the sky glitter and shift, she wonders who she is, who Pen Yfan really is, irreparably altered by a soul far stronger than her own. Would she recognize herself without Rajya in her head? Would she still be a Dreamer? Would she still indulge herself with savory meats, still get lost in the methodical machinery of rifles, still love the tortured land of Ascalon, that she feels far closer to than the Pale Tree herself?
She digs her hands into the dirt. Such questions are dangerous. Fleeting, irrelevant. She is the only Pen Yfan that exists, and ever will exist. Hypotheticals make no difference. Many doors are closed to her, but far more have been opened.
Marea tells herself something similar. She sits very still on a hard wooden chair in the infirmary, the crew's questionable doctor tending to her wound from the previous evening. She took a giant metal pinwheel to the head, and now she grits her teeth and clenches her fists as necromantic tendrils weave through her crushed ear, pulling cartilage back into place. The sound it makes is grisly, wet, sinewy snapping, but through the disgusting melange she begins to hear the birds more clearly, chipperly chittering atop a building across the courtyard. Her eyes flit upward. The birds are small, blue, all standing in a line at the edge of the stone roof. As if watching her, an exhibit on display.
After only a few minutes, the doctor wraps a bandage around her head, and instructs her to wear it just like this for the next three days, after which her ear will have healed properly, good as new. She gets to her feet and strides away without a word of thanks, starting across a long rope bridge to another part of the canyon. It's amazing what magic can do, she thinks, her own insufficiency foremost in her mind. Necromancers can rebuild tiny, minute bones in only fifteen minutes. At least, some can. Not her, never her, the barest minimum of power is all that will grace her since she lost her old focus.
She comes upon a small outcrop in the cliff wall, outfitted with a table and chairs, of once noble make but since scuffed and worn down to better suit their ramshackle home. She sits down in one, kicks her feet up on the table. And finally allows herself to smile. The night before was thrillingâexplosions, placed and set off by none other than herself, roving golems and plenty of tech abandoned for the crew to plunder. She lives for the excitement, for the brutality, of a fight for her life. The golem was an unfair match, but even with falling on her ass in the mud and getting whapped upside the head, she can't wait to do the whole thing all over again. In another place, with different dangers, and even better rewards.
Her manic desire for destruction is something she knows to be troublingâit does not bother her, but it takes little sense to put two and two together. That her full embrace of what she considers human nature is what leads to her downfall, over and over again. But so far, since the chilly evening when she spoke to Raigar in the Priory encampment at Fortune's Vale, she has held to her promise. That she would become Marea the Woman, and leave behind the Girl. Leave behind the wanton carelessness. Leave behind the failure.
What constitutes a woman is still to be determined. On the whole, she feels unchanged. She still eats sugary sweets by the dozen, laughs at inappropriate times and becomes needy and jealous when ignored by her captain and best friend. But at the same time, she feels a sense of calm. Something is keeping her grounded. Allowing her to toe the fine line between too much of herself, and just enough. Perhaps she is truly growing up. Maybe she can change. Perhaps it's like Rajya saidâall beings, great and small, are capable of changing, of becoming better versions of themselves.
Or perhaps there is disaster lying in wait, just around the corner. After all, life never stays quiet for long. But for now, Marea is content. She tucks her arms behind her head, gazing out over the craggy cliffs, squinting at the hard slate blue of the sky. A sight she has seen in her dreams, for as long as she can remember. Home. For now, she will stay. Live. Work hard and prosper like any average sky pirate might. She will make the most of her time, before the ugly, snarling head of human nature returns to the forefront once more, and plunges her life into chaos.
With a sinking feeling her chest, she wishes that the afternoon would never end.
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Healing For Your Heart
Concente energy centers of the body by using heart chakra healing. Chakra is a Sanskrit term and it implies âwheelâ or âdiskâ and is stemmed from the root word âcakraâ. They are spinning wheels of energy/light. Also they have the loving duty of taking in, incorporating and emanating energy to keep us working at optimal levels.
We have major and small chakras in our energetic body systems. When one is not working properly or if it is blocked, illness is more prone to occur. Our wellbeing on all levels can impact and is affected by them. If we are feeling depressed, then we might not be taking in the maximum amount of energy for our needs. Feeling as of this way usually means you need some sort of heart chakra healing to feel whole again.
How to Strengthen and Boost the Flow of Your Sacral Energy Systems
Essentials On the other hand, if we endeavor to deal with our physical, psychological, psychological and spiritual health, we can promote with ease the flow of energy through our energies. Yoga is one way, for instance, that we can work to enhance and enhance the circulation of our systems. Cleaning out clutter in our third eye, physically, spiritually and emotionally, helps to enhance the flow of our energy. Forgiveness considerably enhances our energetic health. Obviously, Reiki assists to strengthen the bodyâs energetic circulation to bring back balance and promotes wellness on all levels. even primary energy centres are located near the significant nerve plexuses of the physique.Maybe you wonder and you want to discover more about yourself - these powerhouses of energy - spinning wheels of life and perhaps you wish to check out ways of balancing and healing your subtle body.
Base or Rootâ Muladhara.
Bija mantra (seed noise) is lam. It relates to survival, security, and is the closest to the earth, resting at the base of the spinal column. The color connected with it is red. It is naturally associated with the aspect earth. To keep this Source healthy, exercises such as dancing, running or leaping are useful. We must see if our security needs are being fulfilled, and take our power to produce our own security in our lives so that our world is a safe and satisfying location for us. Itâs message is, âI existâ. Live your life happily.
Sacral â Svadhistana.
Bija Mantra is vam. This Light point is related to sensuality, sexuality, and desire for pleasure. It is in the lower abdomen and itâs color is orange. Svadhistana is associated with the component water. Bellydancing, loving partnerships, and yoga can improve the function of this pinwheel. If we do not nurture our bodies with the proper food and nutrients, then we may take in less energy than more. If we âblockâ feelings such as anger, etc., or do not speak our truth, we may be automatically restraining our healthy energy circulation.
This point says, âI wantâ. Live your enthusiasm, whatever that may be. What are your dreams? How do you desire to live? Declare your dreams and go out and make them a truthâ bring to life you dreams.
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You know that your body is an energetic system through which the universal life force flows. Your seven sources are a part of this energetic system - they are a part of your energetic self. They link you with the larger part of yourself, deep space, and at the very same time they hold the secrets to your special self, your special soul.
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Tips to Always Stay Motivated By Yourself
I used to think I was unstoppable. Only six months ago, I had been Juggling a demanding full-time occupation, graduate faculty, and a site while maintaining a decent social life and a joyful marriage. I then made my job and began working for myself.
I opened an Etsy store, recommitted to blogging, and envisioned a hectic career in the not-so-distant future with many different creative freelance opportunities involving writing, making, teaching, and consulting. With my additional 40+ hours per week, I really could do EVERYTHING.
Subsequently I obtained re-acquainted with reality. Where once I was a steam engine, composing blog posts in my morning commute, completing papers on my lunch break, squeezing brunch, Orange Is The New Dark , and laundry into a weekend filled with readings and research, I was now only a sedentary homebody--getting plenty of sleep, thinking about food a good deal, and appreciating easy moments of silent nothingness.
Like a balloon from the previous weekend's birthday celebration, I had been gradually deflating, losing all motivation to do whatever , let alone everything.
What Occurred? Unexpectedly, I had to deal with the absence of pressure. I was forced to determine the way to do things in my own, for myself, at my own pace. Sounds great, however, ideal?! Wrong.
When you've spent years relying on outside deadlines to keep you busy, you are left feeling pretty lazy and uninspired when these pressures vanish. Fortunately, there's a wealth of research on the best way best to stay motivated and stimulate imagination, which is particularly useful for artists, designers, manufacturers, and anybody self employed in a creative field.
Here Is What I've discovered:
Watch Motivational Movies
as per experts stud shows that if you watch motivational movies your motivational is also high. so, if you feel demotivated watch motivational movies which helps you to stay motivated.
 Use Your Strengths
Positive psychologists Christopher Peterson and Martin Seligman. Have found that comprehension and actively practicing your best character strengths enhances your general well-being and enjoyment. Capitalizing on your unique character strengths during work may also energize you and lead to a more satisfying career.
All these Character strengths, or"values in action," incorporate a listing of twenty five positive traits, from prudence to gratitude to bravery, we strongly identify and exercise regularly. Discover your top personality advantages through the free VIA Survey of Character Strengths [http://www.viacharacter.org/Survey/Account/Register], then correct your job to best use them in your everyday targets and tasks.
For Example, I know that one of my top character strengths is standpoint -- discovering ways of making sense of the world and sharing shrewd counsel with others. Just how can I use that in my creative work? Maybe by collecting the information I know about imagination and inspiration and sharing that with other girls...
Seek Intrinsic Motivators
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Extrinsic motivation is so last century. According to best-selling writer Daniel H. Pink, External rewards and punishments, or"carrots and sticks," are not only unsuccessful at inspiring quality work but also detrimental. "Science is showing," Pink says,"that carrots and sticks can promote bad behaviour, create addiction, and promote short term thinking at the cost of this long-view."
So what is the solution? Harnessing your inner drivers of success, your inborn motivation. To try it, suspend the thought for a moment that you are engaged in a creative quest to finally earn gobs of cash, fame, praise, and appreciation. Sure, it is great to try for them, and you clearly will need to exude sufficient success to encourage yourself, however, the best way to create truly great work is to locate intrinsic motivators. Here's how:
1. Infuse your creative job with more significance, a larger purpose, which will help direct you through the difficult times. 2. If appropriate, battle for freedom (by which I mean alternative, not necessarily independence) in everything you can do, when   you perform it, how you can do this, and that you do it with. 3. Create command a main focus. What is more rewarding seeing yourself improve on your craft? Set"Big Hairy Audacious Goals"We
  All know the value of establishing goals for ourselves, but the majority of the advice I have read sings the praises, almost exclusively, of little, realistic, short-term goals. Do not get me wrong, these are crucial to advancement. Reachingn incremental goals gives you the confidence to keep going.
Equally significant, but are such giant, pie-in-the-sky objectives. I do not only mean dreams and aspirations but those big, hairy, audacious goals--painfully challenging but also concrete and quantifiable.
The expression"BHAG" (declared BEE-hag, short for Big Hairy Audacious Goal) was coined by industry advisor and writer Jim Twenty years back, and the phenomenon has been a important part of company leadership ever since. A BHAG, which is meant to be quite difficult but not impossible to achieve and require ten or more years of commitment, is meant to be so exciting the vision of achieving it kicks into gear, and working toward it will necessarily change you, even if you never reach the finish line.
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  The best time to be creative may not be when you believe. If you're a morning person, it is likely late at night, once you're unfocused, calm, and at a positive disposition.
For night owls, the exact same is true in the first morning. So once you have to get the creative juices flowing, avoid waiting till you're in a rush on a project then downing some coffee to jolt you into equipment. In reality, the stud demonstrates that a beer may be more useful in sparking creative thinking, while the coffee is more helpful in executing your thoughts.
  Also consider painting your workspace a Cool, calming color, like blue or green. Research conducted by the University of  British Columbia showed that"blue enhances performance on a creative task."
  And, Of course, make certain that you're getting enough exercise, which will not only enhance your physical health but also   boost your sleep, reduce stress, enhance your mood and overall well being, also lead to growth in the other areas of your life   [http://blog.bufferapp.com/why-exercising-makes-us-happier], such as your creative practice.
Set Your Schedule
  Which defines the daily programs of the planet's most famous creative folks, it is that there is not any one-size-fits-all   program. If you are starting a brand new creative venture or attempting to reinvigorate your current artistic practice,   consider experimenting with different routines.
  The very first place to begin is in bed. Make sure you're getting the Right amount of sleep for your particular age, health,   and way of life. The 8-hour recommendation which most of us know is actually just an average   [http://sleepfoundation.org/how-sleep-works/how-much-sleep-do-we-really-need] -- a few adults need fewer hours though some   need much more.
  Next, when starting a creative job, make sure to give yourself enough time to find stream   (psychology), The psychological state related to being"fully immersed in a feeling of   energized attention, full participation, and enjoyment in the process" of an action that is perfectly suited to your current   skill level (i.e. not overly simple in order to be dull, not so challenging so as to be bothersome ).
  And finally, do not forget that your focus has a natural rhythm, just as your body understands when you will need sleep   (notice: circadian rhythm [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Circadian_rhythm]) and when to menstruate. Attempt to schedule routine breaks   [http://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2011/02/110208131529.htm]Throughout your workout to deactivate and refresh your mental   attention. My favourite method for doing this, especially during more emotionally taxing tasks, is the Pomodoro technique   [http://www.lifehack.org/articles/productivity/the-pomodoro-technique-is-it-right-for-you.html]. Stay Creatively Fuele
  This May be a difficult one to swallow, however, the very best fuel for imagination is distress. The easiest way to churn out   the exact same work over and above is to get familiar with your skills and techniques, but seeking new problems will challenge   your abilities. Conflict can be a hidden   resource for inciting innovation [http://www.inc.com/minda-zetlin/turn-conflict-into-creativity-5-tips.html]. Bettering your   worldview through authentic multicultural adventures will improve your creative thinking Â
  Never Underestimate the ability of this buddy-system, from crossing the street to crossing things off your list. Commit to a   group of similar creatives or identify a person in your field who may appreciate some mutual responsibility, a close friend or   relative who isn't afraid to call out you for slacking, or, ideally, someone who is both.
  Create urgency by regularly setting hard deadlines and sticking to them. Research shows   [http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmed/12009041]That imposing strict deadlines on your own results in far better and more   consistent performance. It is a no brainer. Consider creating a simple accountability chart   [http://www.sparringmind.com/productivity-science/] to maintain progress.
Procrastination? Just Say No.
  Easier said than done, right? Well, understanding the science of Procrastination might help you overcome it. Psychologists   think that procrastination has all to do with disposition   [http://online.wsj.com/news/articles/SB10001424052702303933104579306664120892036]--we delay beginning a job to prevent the   negative feelings of anxiety or worry connected to the challenge. The remedy is to concentrate on repairing your mood in much   more productive ways:
  * Time Travel: Visualize how good you will feel when you finish your task.   * Just Get Started: Inform yourself you only have to do the first one or two steps. Everyone's done it, at least one time...   * Easy Things First: Build momentum by beginning with the steps which you feel like doing.
  Persevere
  YouTubeRecognize that disappointments and frustration are inevitable. Hopefully, you've already been inspired by this quote from Ira   Glass to keep trying despite feeling as if you're falling short.
  Also, Know the key to your success will not really depend on your own skills, abilities, talents, or even your intellect. What   you want to triumph is grit. Psychologist Angela Lee Duckworth discovered that the greatest predictor of a person's   achievement is self explanatory, the tenacity   to perpetrate long-term goals despite hardship.
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Hooray for summertime! I have to say this is the most foresaw season of the year, and boy does it flown by!
My head is spinning with fun summer activities to do this year! My children have been planning what they still want to do too, and like the good Mom that I am, I decided to help them out by making the ultimate summer activities list.
Donât worry, this list isnât just for kids. Thereâs a little something for everyone.
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| Men love their jeans, and thatâs a fact. Keep it light this season with these light wash jeans look .
DIY Fun Summer Hairstyles, Nails, and Makeup1 6. Short Summer Hairstyles
| Summer is the perfect time to chop those locks. Here are some great ideas for all sassy ladies out there.
1 7. Long Summer Hairstyles
| Still want to keep it long? Then, try one or all of these summer haircuts!
1 8. Go Pink with This Hot Summer Hair Color
| Feel like running a little crazy? Then try this new trend celebrities are going gaga over- pink hair!
1 9. Summer Makeup Ideas
| Youâve âve seen themâ on the runway, and now itâs time to recreate them. See these notions here.
2 0. Cute Lipstick Shades for Summer
| If youâre a mom like me who only has time to apply lipstick, then youâll love these shades!
2 1. Tropical Neon Flower Nail Art
| Looking for a bright and fun floral fingernail art? Check out these flowery designs!
2 2. Fruit Nail Art
| Not actually a fan of blooms? Then try running fruity instead in this guide.
2 3. Nautical Nail Art
| Going on a cruise? Nautical nails are just what you need. Try it the summer months!
RELATED: 11 DIY Backyard Ideas To Do In Your Yard
DIY Fun Summer Fitness Activities
Itâs never too late to do a little workout for summer.
2 4. Which Way to the Beach?
| Sunâs out, handguns out! Lead the way to the beach with your best arms of the season with this routine.
2 5. Hot Yoga
| Want to keep it illuminate? Then do yoga.
Find out all the great benefits hot yoga has to offer. When youâre done, grab any one of these healthy summer drinks.
DIY Fun Summer Activities at Home
Donât feel like going out? Keep yourself occupied with these at-home summer activities.
2 6. Cheap DIY Home Projects for Summer
| Give your home a makeover without blowing your budget. From the patio to the kitchen, youâll find something to work on from this list .
2 7. Cool Summer Crafts
| Just want to tinker? Then these cool summer crafts will maintain you busy.
2 8. DIY Crochet Top
| Why buy when you can crochet your own top? Get the tutorial here .
2 9. Cute Pants and Summer Shorts
| One can never have too many pants and shorts. See all the sewing projects here .
3 0. Summer Tote Bags
| The beach is never a place for decorator bags. Store them away and start making one of these summer tote bags.
Number 9 is brilliant!
3 1. 25 Forms of Flowers to Plant for Summer
| Fill your garden with blooms and consider what the best types to plant are here.
3 2. Summer Garden Crops
| Self-sufficiency knows no season. See what garden crops you can grow in summer.
3 3. Read a Book ⌠or Seven
|
Okay, maybe you donât have to be at home to do this. But, Iâm sure youâll love all of these summer reads.
3 4. Chill to 90 s Pop Songs for Summer
| Have a trip down the memory lane with these pop songs from your favorite boy bands from the 90 s. Give in to this guilty pleasure.
Donât Forget Anything This DIY Summer!
Before I listing down the places and activities you can do, make sure youâre ready first!
3 5. Summer Garden Care Checklist
| You wonât come home to withered blooms and harvests if you follow this checklist before you leave for your vacation.
3 6. Travel Packing Checklist
The Ultimate Packing Checklist For Every Kind Of Family Travel >> #familytravel https :// t.co/ 2ZO7676d8c pic.twitter.com/ GOjRnH3 2eZ
â NOW Travel Insurance (@ NOWTravelIns) March 2, 2017
Hereâs another checklist you must have. The list has everything you need to bring when traveling.
Be sure to have all your summertime beauty essentials for your skin, too!
3 7. On-the-Go Makeup Routine for Summer
| With all the traveling youâll is being done, you may not get all the time you want to prepare. The answer: on-the-go makeup tricks !
DIY Fun Summer Travel Plans!
You may or may not be able to fit in some last minute travel plans. But, if itâs too late, thereâs always scheming ahead for next year( the earlier you book, the cheaper the fare !)
Take your pick and have fun!
The Best 2019 Travel Destinations For Each Zodiac Sign https :// t.co/ VLCvzPIf3m pic.twitter.com/ DNLvoCRoBM
â Izu hihiara (@ OMGStacks) January 16, 2019
Want to let the stars decide where youâre going? Find out the perfect travel destination for you here.
DIY Fun Summer Music Festivals
Be surrounded by people who also love summer, music, and style. Be music festival ready with these ideas :P TAGEND3 9. Top DIY Festival Looks for Ladies
| Itâs really about being yourself and letting go. But, if you want to DIY your way to your celebration seem, take your pick here .
4 0. Music Festival Outfits for Men
| Men shouldnât be left behind in the music celebration fashion race. Thereâs so much more than t-shirts and jeans.
See the attires here.
DIY Outdoor Summer Activities4 1. The Longest Hiking Trails
| Connect with nature and fulfill the exhort to have an adventure this summer by taking one of these long trails. If youâre in the UK, check out walks nearby over here.
4 2. Campfire Recipes
| When itâs time to camp, be sure to know a couple of these campfire recipes . Theyâre easy to construct especially when you know different kinds of campfire cooking methods.
4 3. Camping Lunch Ideas
| If you want something a little more lunch specific, these recipes are just what you need.
DIY Fun Summer Beach Activities
Can summer ever be complete without going to the beach? Here are some fun summer activities you can do there!
4 4. Bikini Ideas
| Iâm sure you wonât be caught without appearing hot in your bikini at the beach. Here are some bikini ideas you can choose from.
Iâm even throwing in tips on buying swimsuits!
4 5. Super Fun Free Things to Do at the Beach
| Now that youâre ready, donât merely sit around. Do some fun things at the beach, and best of all, itâs free!
4 6. Throw a Beach Wedding
Wait, what? This isnât a must but just in case you need to help a loved one throw a beach wedding.
These are the essential must-haves.
4 7. Attend a Summer Wedding
| If youâre only attending, might as well look the very best. The traditional looking may not work in such a reception, so here are a couple of selections you can try.
DIY Fun Summer Activities for Pets
Donât forget your pets and animals! Iâm sure youâre having the time of your life, but how about your beloved pets and livestock?
They need some summertime love, too.
4 8. How to Keep Cats Cool
| People are not the only ones prone to dehydration, heatstroke, and sunburn. Cats get that too.
So, keep them cool and comfy with these cat caring tips-off .
4 9. Keep Barn Animals Cool
| Your livestock is your subsistence. Be prepared with these homesteading tips so your barn animals wonât get stressed with the summer heat.
5 0. Summer Dog Toy
| Dogs love to play, and with the heat of summertime, let them do that while cooling off at the same time. Choose from these fantastic puppy toys that your pet needs this summer!
5 1. Preserve and Treasure Your Summer Memories
| With all the fun things you did and all the new experiences you tried, Iâm sure youâd want to have a way to look back. Keep those memories safe and preserve them with these fun and creative ideas .
Listen and watch this summer soundtrack: summertime by Calvin Harris? Enjoy!
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With these fun summertime activities and ideas, youâll never run out of things to do and enjoy during the season. Make the most out of these ideas and never let the high temperature hinder you from doing what you love!
What are your summer schemes and other fun summer activities? Let me know in the comments section below!
Up Next :P TAGEND20 DIY Summer Fashion Tips To Beat The HeatHow to Make DIY Water Blobs44 Saucy BBQ Recipes& Ideas for Creative Kitchens
Stay connected with me on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, and Instagram!
Editorâs Note: This post was originally published on August 2, 2016, and has been updated for quality and relevancy.
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51 Fun Summer Activities You Can DIY!
Donât let the hot season pass you by without doing some fun summer activities! If youâre concerned about the cost, donât be because Iâve made a list of fun things you can DIY.
RELATED: Backyard Projects To Enjoy Time Outdoors This Summer
In this article :P TAGENDDIY Fun Summer RecipesDIY Fun Summer Home DecorDIY Summer Fashion Ideas for LadiesDIY Summer Fashion Ideas for MenDIY Fun Summer Fitness ActivitiesDIY Fun Summer Activities at HomeDonât Forget Anything This DIY Summer !DIY Fun Summer Travel Plans !DIY Fun Summer Music FestivalsDIY Outdoor Summer ActivitiesDIY Fun Summer Beach ActivitiesDIY Fun Summer Activities for PetsFun Summer Activities to Try for the SeasonExciting Things You Can Do This Summer
From food to makeup to your next summertime destination, you wonât be short of exciting things to do all summertime long! Only keep on scrolling and donât forget to share these fun summer activities and notions with your friends and family.
Summer is always better with some company, and weâve got something in here for everyone!
Have the Best Summer Ever
Hooray for summertime! I have to say this is the most foresaw season of the year, and son does it flown by!
My head is spinning with fun summer activities to do this year! My children have been scheming what they still want to do too, and like the good Mom that I am, I decided to help them out by making the ultimate summer activities list.
Donât worry, this list isnât just for children. Thereâs a little something for everyone.
So, find out how you can have a blast this summer!
1. Throw a Beach-Themed Party
| Canât go to the beach? No problem!
Take the beach to you and have fun even if youâre high and dry. Get all the ideas youâll need here.
When it turns dark, have this DIY smartphone projector ready for some movie time.
DIY Fun Summer Recipes2. Pinwheel Appetizer
| Start them off with this recipe. Itâs one of the best party foods you can prepare this summer.
Get the recipe here.
3. Best Summer Drink Recipes
| Cool down with these refreshing drink recipes. From sparkling summer melon slushies to double apple iced tea, theyâre all guaranteed to help you beat the heat.
4. Blackberry Bourbon Lemonade
| If you want something boozy, this is the perfect cocktail recipe !
5. Summer Desserts
| Make popsicle in many ways. Itâs guaranteed to be a hit with the children and kids at heart!
6. Summer Backyard BBQ Ideas
| Why only have a party when you can have a BBQ? Get all the ideas and recipes you need here.
But, donât forget to practice safety when grilling of course!
7. 5 Foods to Never Eat During Summer
| With all the partying and feeing, donât forget to avoid these 5 foods. These foods may lead to fatigue and decreased digestion( simply to name a few impacts) so stay clear!
Level up your water with these detox water recipes!
Donât forget to hydrate this summer! Stay freshened with these DIY detox waters. https :// t.co/ strNqVTUr5 pic.twitter.com/ ZgAmlKZ4vC
â DIY Projects (@ DIY Projects) July 11, 2016
DIY Fun Summer Home Decor8. Beachy Living Room Ideas
| Everything has to match with summertime even your living room. See how you can spruce it up with these unique notions.
9. Summer Floral Centerpiece
| Whatâs summer without flowers, right? Take your picking from these eye-catching floral centerpiece ideas perfect for summertime !
1 0. DIY Outdoor Lantern Ideas
| With the amazing climate and all the parties youâll be hurling, complete your decoration with some outdoor lamps . The party is already schemed, and the adornments are in place.
Next thing you have to worry about is you.
DIY Summer Fashion Ideas for Ladies1 1. Womenâs Summer Fashion Ideas
| Itâs all about preparation. Be sure to fish these combinings out of your closet or head to the nearest store.
Check them out here.
1 2. Day-to-Night Summer Outfit
| Planning to be out all day and all night? I have you covered with these outfit ideas.
You can thank me later.
1 3. Work Outfits for Summer
| A girl can dream that you wonât have to work this season, but we still have to face reality. Stay stylish with these summer work outfits .
DIY Summer Fashion Ideas for Men1 4. Menâs Summer Fashion Ideas
| No required to experimentation the summer months. Hereâs your guide to summertime manner thatâs not only iconic but also timeless.
1 5. Light Wash Jeans Look
| Men love their jeans, and thatâs a fact. Keep it illuminated this season with these light wash jeans appear .
DIY Fun Summer Hairstyles, Nails, and Makeup1 6. Short Summer Hairstyles
| Summer is the perfect time to chop those locks. Here are some great notions for all sassy dames out there.
1 7. Long Summer Hairstyles
| Still want to keep it long? Then, try one or all of these summer haircuts!
1 8. Go Pink with This Hot Summer Hair Color
| Feel like running a little crazy? Then try this new trend celebrities are going gaga over- pink hair!
1 9. Summer Makeup Ideas
| Youâve seen them on the runway, and now itâs time to recreate them. See these notions here.
2 0. Cute Lipstick Shades for Summer
| If youâre a mom like me who only has time to apply lipstick, then youâll love these shades!
2 1. Tropical Neon Flower Nail Art
| Looking for a bright and fun floral nail art? Check out these flowery designs!
2 2. Fruit Nail Art
| Not really a fan of blooms? Then try running fruity instead in this guide.
2 3. Nautical Nail Art
| Going on a cruise? Nautical nails are just what you need. Try it the summer months!
RELATED: 11 DIY Backyard Ideas To Do In Your Yard
DIY Fun Summer Fitness Activities
Itâs never too late to do a little workout for summer.
2 4. Which Way to the Beach?
| Sunâs out, handguns out! Lead the way to the beach with your best arms of the season with this routine.
2 5. Hot Yoga
| Want to keep it light? Then do yoga.
Find out all the great benefits hot yoga has to offer. When youâre done, grab any one of these healthy summer drinks.
DIY Fun Summer Activities at Home
Donât feel like going out? Keep yourself occupied with these at-home summer activities.
2 6. Cheap DIY Home Projects for Summer
| Give your home a makeover without blowing your budget. From the patio to the kitchen, youâll find something to work on from this list .
2 7. Cool Summer Crafts
| Just want to tinker? Then these cool summer crafts will keep you busy.
2 8. DIY Crochet Top
| Why buy when you can crochet your own top? Get the tutorial here .
2 9. Cute Pants and Summer Shorts
| One can never have too many gasps and shorts. See all the sewing projects here .
3 0. Summer Tote Bags
| The beach is never a place for designer pouches. Store them away and start making one of these summer tote bag.
Number 9 is brilliant!
3 1. 25 Forms of Flowers to Plant for Summer
| Fill your garden with blooms and find what the best types to plant are here.
3 2. Summer Garden Crops
| Self-sufficiency knows no season. See what garden harvests you can grow in summer.
3 3. Read a Book ⌠or Seven
|
Okay, perhaps you donât have to be at home to do this. But, Iâm sure youâll love all of these summer reads.
3 4. Chill to 90 s Pop Songs for Summer
| Have a trip-up down the memory lane with these pop sungs from your favorite boy bands from the 90 s. Give in to this guilty pleasure.
Donât Forget Anything This DIY Summer!
Before I listing down the places and activities you can do, make sure youâre ready first!
3 5. Summer Garden Care Checklist
| You wonât come home to withered blooms and crops if you follow this checklist before you leave for your vacation.
3 6. Travel Packing Checklist
The Ultimate Packing Checklist For Every Kind Of Family Travel >> #familytravel https :// t.co/ 2ZO7676d8c pic.twitter.com/ GOjRnH3 2eZ
â NOW Travel Insurance (@ NOWTravelIns) March 2, 2017
Hereâs another checklist you must have. The list has everything you need to bring when traveling.
Be sure to have all your summer beauty essentials for your skin, too!
3 7. On-the-Go Makeup Routine for Summer
| With all the traveling youâll be doing, you may not get all the time you want to prepare. The solution: on-the-go makeup tricks !
DIY Fun Summer Travel Plans!
You may or may not be able to fit in some last minute travel plans. But, if itâs too late, thereâs always scheming ahead for next year( the earlier you book, the cheaper the fare !)
Take your picking and have fun!
The Best 2019 Travel Destinations For Each Zodiac Sign https :// t.co/ VLCvzPIf3m pic.twitter.com/ DNLvoCRoBM
â Izu hihiara (@ OMGStacks) January 16, 2019
Want to let the stars decide where youâre going? Find out the perfect travel destination for you here.
DIY Fun Summer Music Festivals
Be surrounded by people who also love summertime, music, and way. Be music festival ready with these notions :P TAGEND3 9. Top DIY Festival Looks for Ladies
| Itâs really about being yourself and letting run. But, if you want to DIY your route to your celebration appear, take your picking here .
4 0. Music Festival Outfits for Men
| Men shouldnât be left behind in the music celebration manner race. Thereâs so much more than t-shirts and jeans.
See the outfits here.
DIY Outdoor Summer Activities4 1. The Longest Hiking Trails
| Connect with nature and satisfy the urge to have an adventure the summer months by taking one of these long trails. If youâre in the UK, check out walks nearby over here.
4 2. Campfire Recipes
| When itâs time to camp, be sure to know a couple of these campfire recipes . Theyâre easy to attain especially when you know different kinds of campfire cooking methods.
4 3. Camping Lunch Ideas
| If you want something a little more lunch specific, these recipes are just what you need.
DIY Fun Summer Beach Activities
Can summer ever be complete without going to the beach? Here are some fun summer activities you can do there!
4 4. Bikini Ideas
| Iâm sure you wonât be caught without appearing hot in your bikini at the beach. Here are some bikini ideas you can choose from.
Iâm even throwing in tips on buying swimsuits!
4 5. Super Fun Free Things to Do at the Beach
| Now that youâre ready, donât merely sit around. Do some fun things at the beach, and best of all, itâs free!
4 6. Throw a Beach Wedding
Wait, what? This isnât a must but just in case you need to help a loved one throw a beach wedding.
These are the essential must-haves.
4 7. Attend a Summer Wedding
| If youâre merely attending, might as well appear the very best. The traditional seem may not work in such a reception, so here are a couple of choices you can try.
DIY Fun Summer Activities for Pets
Donât forget your pets and animals! Iâm sure youâre having the time of your life, but how about your beloved pets and livestock?
They need some summertime love, too.
4 8. How to Keep Cats Cool
| People are not the only ones prone to dehydration, heatstroke, and sunburn. Cats get that too.
So, keep them cool and comfy with these cat caring tips-off .
4 9. Keep Barn Animals Cool
| Your livestock is your livelihood. Be prepared with these homesteading tips-off so your barn animals wonât get stressed with the summer heat.
5 0. Summer Dog Toy
| Dogs love to play, and with the hot of summer, let them do that while cooling off at the same time. Choose from these fantastic dog toys that your pet needs the summer months!
5 1. Preserve and Treasure Your Summer Memories
| With all the fun things you did and all the new experiences you tried, Iâm sure youâd want to have a way to look back. Keep those memories safe and preserve them with these fun and creative notions .
Listen and watch this summer soundtrack: summertime by Calvin Harris? Enjoy!
youtube
With these fun summer activities and ideas, youâll never run out of things to do and enjoy during the season. Make the most out of these ideas and never let the high temperature hinder you from doing what you love!
What are your summer plans and other fun summertime activities? Let me know in the comments section below!
Up Next :P TAGEND20 DIY Summer Fashion Tips To Beat The HeatHow to Make DIY Water Blobs44 Saucy BBQ Recipes& Ideas for Creative Kitchens
Stay connected with me on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, and Instagram!
Editorâs Note: This post was originally published on August 2, 2016, and has been updated for quality and relevancy.
The post 51 Fun Summer Activities You Can DIY ! appeared first on DIY Projects Craft Ideas& How Toâs for Home Decor with Videos.
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