Disconnection

1: Just for a Bit

Tilting his head, he grabs a hold of Urogi's left hand. Hand clasp as endearingly as Aizetsu can muster. With being a demon of sadness and despair. He wasn't sure how to express anything positive.

With sadness, he can sure relate. And even offered sympathy should the person need it.

So holding the other clone's hand would have to do. Maybe, in this circumstance, where the sorrow demon had unintentionally hurt the other. He doubt they can even experience the hurting of emotion the same way Aizetsu can. But, he'll offer him some empathy.

He, Urogi, and the other two, Sekido and Karaku. They're all clones. Each tied to a different emotion. And that would be what they constitute the best for.

So this action was the first thing to surface in his mind.

"Sorry..!" Aizetsu repeats when he got no response. Looking up, he saw Urogi still frozen in spot. As if under a spell. Before he shook his head, and his jovial emotion returned.

Urogi hurls himself against Aizetsu the next second. Taking the sorrow demon into a wholesome embrace. Cuddling his head against his bare chest. Claw pressed firmly at the back of his head like he was supporting a child.

The force and speed of the fellow clone was unanticipated by the sorrow demon. So he was sent falling backward, onto the ground behind him. Taking Urogi with him. His head hit the floor with a painful thud. And a gasp escapes Aizetsu's mouth.

The other didn't seem to mind though. His wing spread and folded over them in a protective shield like they were under attack. A few feathers came loose in the process.

"Hey-" The beginning of his complaint was stopped when the joy demon wouldn't let go. A quick kiss was planted on his forehead. Making Aizetsu shut his eyes.

"This is why you'll always be a little brother in my eyes..!" Ruffling Aizetsu's fringes before tapping one of his horns. Earning him another hit from the sorrow demon who partially bare his fangs at him. "You're way too compliance to other's demands if you just let them crawl under your skin..!"

A mischievous giggle abrupted from him, as Aizetsu pouted. The giggle was quite similar to Karaku's. The pleasure demon.

"Hey- let me tell you what I found out!" And it was like nothing transpired between the two. The joy demon was willing to let a fleeting conflict between them slide. Finally letting go of Aizetsu and sat down casually in front of him. "Apparently he needs us! Our main body..! That's why Sekido and Karaku are missing in the first place."

"Huh?" Blinking in slight confusion, Aizetsu glanced around. Sucking in some air around the dark and miserable place.

He sat up.

His eyes fluttered close, and he elevated his head a few degrees in the air. Raising his sense of awareness to try to pick up on the other two's aura to locate their presence. But when nothing is detected, Aizetsu's eyes open back up, meeting Urogi's gaze with his striking blue ones.

So blue, just like the ocean.

"He got beheaded didn't he?" Aizetsu asked, not really directing the question at Urogi. Just to get it out of his mind. He patted his fringes to neaten them.

"Yeah..!" The joy demon's wings flapped excitedly behind him, despite not being able to fly at all in this inner dimension. "So that's why Sekido and Karaku are gone from this place. They're out there!"

The excitement and giddiness radiated off of Urogi like the sun. If he's allowed to stand out in the opening to see it. Knowing that will never be possible with being a demon and a clone manipulated by the main one. If he's defeated, then surely all of them, the clones will perish with him. Willing or not.

"I can feel it! We'll be next in line to be out there, Aizetsu! As soon as those two idiots get themselves decapitated..!"

Decapitated... such a pitiful thing. How weak are the two if they do end up in half?

After all, they're the older ones compared to Urogi and Aizetsu.

Most of the time, Sekido and Karaku would be able to deal with the enemy. Without the two younger clones ever having to get involved. Only splitting up when the opponent is tricky to handle.

And the two would return, one grumbling in anger. The other cackling like he was tossed into an experience of his lifetime.

Both stained with blood. In random places.

Sitting there, listening to Urogi chatter on in excitement. The sadness scattered, thinning out to a bearable level. And it caused Aizetsu's heart to pound. Feeling warmth growing in his chest. He found himself relishing in the companionship he had. It was such a great thing to be bestowed. To anybody.

So.. please... just let me keep this emotion, god... Aizetsu prayed, not even bothered when he was shook for the second time by Urogi. Closing his eyes slowly, he begins to zone out. Instinctively identifying the drowsiness he felt earlier.

And then he was gone.