Chapter 6

Surprisingly, Deku aka the crazy fucking sociopath left me alone the rest of the day. He vanished after playing with his knife another few minutes. I had eaten, done my homework and played a few rounds of CoD, then I decided to go to bed.

It was the same thing as earlier: I had taken my sweatshirt off and Deku appeared. Maybe he was actually some kind of damn demon that could be summoned by taking clothes off. And that was a weird fucking thought.

Deku came in and knocked at the doorframe. "I'm knocking to act like I was respecting your privacy, but I enter without awaiting an answer to assert dominance." He laughed at his own stupid joke, while I just hissed. Having my arms over my head must've somehow reopened some part of my wound and it fucking hurt.

Deku came over to me and pushed my arms down. "Anything and everything…" He let the flat side of the knife wander down my spine, making all my tiny hairs stand straight. He heightened the pressure while wandering back up, then suddenly flipped the blade to its sharp side and cut my back up a second time.

I gasped out, trying not to make noises like a beaten dog. Deku laid his left arm around my waist and licked up a bit of blood from my back. "You know… they say third time's a charm." He put the blade on my back, but instead of doing it quick like the last times, he lowered his knife into my skin, deepening the cut. Then he slowly dragged it all across my back. Very. Fucking. Slowly.

I bit into the sweatshirt I was still holding, muffling the growling noises coming out of my throat. My back burned like fire, so much, I couldn't even feel the blood anymore. Dekus saliva in the second cut didn't make anything better. He finally took the knife off my back and walked in front of me.

I had my eyes squeezed shut firmly, trying to suppress tears that were welling up in my eyes. My teeth were still in my sweatshirt, my hands clasped around it so hard that my knuckles stuck out white. The muscles on my arms were tensed up to an extent I didn't know humans could even tense up to. Blood was running down my sides while the throbbing pain in my back got worse with every second. I couldn't control my breathing anymore and was panting heavily.

Deku had been right. Any normal person would've passed out. I fucking didn't, and I'm telling you, that was sheer fucking willpower.

Deku watched my suffering for a while with a blank expression, then he came closer to me and hugged me. Digging his fingers into the cuts. I couldn't fucking think straight anymore. I've had wounds worse than this, but there was no adrenaline numbing the pain or anybody who'd treat the cuts afterwards. I was all alone with the pain.

My forehead dropped onto Dekus shoulder and tears streamed out of my eyes, while I screamed into the sweatshirt in my mouth. Deku started speaking quietly. "I could recite a thousand cheesy movie quotes, but that wouldn't have much impact right now, huh? To be honest, Kacchan…" I could hear his mad smile. "This is fun."

He took his hands off my back and dropped me onto the floor. His eyes were slightly glowing in my dimly lit room and there was not a single bit of sympathy or regret in his expressions. Deku observed my trembling, my bleeding and my undeliberate crying for a few more minutes. Then he walked over to the mirror on my closet and looked at himself with glazed over eyes.

The pain started burning down and I slowly took the shirt out of my mouth. "You're such a psychopath. I can't believe I've fucking traded myself in for a conversation with your other personality." "But you did. I was surprised aswell. You didn't seem to care for him before, so why now? I believe you had to realize that loser wasn't even close to the level of threat I am." I flicked my tongue, not wanting to admit how fucking right he was.

Deku looked at me through the mirror and smiled mirthlessly. "I haven't seen you cry since we were tiny. It's nice to know you're not always as invincible as you like to seem." I stood up, careful not to move my back much. "I'm just fucking human. I get hurt when you slice me open like a piece of damn meat. But nice to know it's fun to you." Now he turned around to me. "I see you got rid of your over-the-top superiority complexes. But I guess your conceited, ferocious behavior will never change. Still…"

Deku stared at my blood on his right hand. "You haven't changed at all in that matter. You haven't matured. You'd still recklessly hurt someone's feeling." He laid his hand onto the mirror. "That's why it's so fun to see you hurt, may it be physically or emotionally. So vulnerable for once…" He took his hand off the mirror and stared at the red handprint he had left.

"Pain doesn't seem bearable anymore if it doesn't have a purpose. You can fight until your body is shattered to pieces, for the sole purpose of suppressing something you deem evil, but you break down if there's nothing you would or could fight against. That's true hopelessness." Deku turned around to me half ways. "It's fun for me to toy with you, because you show just the reaction I like to see. If you hadn't, I would've probably called off the deal and vanished."

He opened my bedroom door and gave me another glance over the shoulder. "You may still think it's about these three weeks… No, this is a decision for the eternity." He chuckled in a childish manner.

"I'm here now, and I'll stay."