Oga: you coming to school

Me: No

There's no response from Oga. There never is. Scrolling through the previous messages shows a copy of the two messages. Over and over again for days.

He drops the phone and curls tighter in his blankets. His back against the wall and face towards the open hole in his room, his gaze empty.

He remembers Toujo had promised to fix up the wall during summer break but that promise means nothing now. He can't stop panicking and running away every time he sees one of them.

Them, being the students who were held captive by a demon who's power allowed him to create lookalike duplicates.

Kunieda.
Toujo.
And Oga.

He can't look at any of their faces without panicking and feeling the phantom pain of Kunieda's blade slicing his stomach.

How Toujo's hands smeared the blood spilling from the gash onto his face. How the massive hands felt brushing his still warm blood down his neck to the point it was dripping onto the ground.

"So the other demons can find you." Oga's voice had whispered into his ear. He still had nightmares of how the lookalike of his friend had pinned him down. Ignored his pleas and cries and only laughed in his face as the sword broke his skin.

He can't face them. He knows it wasn't them but their "lookalikes" were more like identical to them.

When he received the text from Oga to meet him at the school courtyard he thought there was an emergency. He knew instantly when entering the deserted school that something was amiss.

For one Beel was missing, Kunieda was missing her Red Tails coat, and Toujo was lacking a few scars on his fists.

He had tried to run away and contract one of the pillars, but he never got a chance when something struck his temple. Everything was sped forward after that, with blood dripping down his head and his balance gone, he was at mercy of the three.

And they were merciless.

He can't go back to school. Not like how he is.

He can't sleep.
He can't eat.
He can't stop crying.

He's hurting and so lost on how he can overcome this challenge. The heat behind his eyes warns him of the tears coming, but a sound from his phone stops them.

Wiping his hand harshly over his eyes he reads the text just sent to him.

"General, are you available to be visited by Agiel and I."

"Sure." He's gonna follow up with a text about giving him a few minutes to get ready but there's a knock on the door. He doesn't even have time to get up before it is opening and two demons are now in his room.

He's speechless as the two demons walk around his room and begin throwing his items in bags they brought.

"Hey hey what are you guys doing!"

"You cannot stay here General." Hecadoth replied instantly while emptying one of his drawers into the bag he was carrying.

"We heard what happened from Furcas, there's no way we're leaving you here kid." Agiel turned to him and pointed a finger at him "and don't you try to lie and say you're fine. You're all kinds of messed up after the shit that demon put you through."

Ouch. Hearing someone bluntly state the truth of the situation caused his chest to ache again. He didn't want to cry in front of them but no matter how hard he clenched his fist and bit his lip the tears escaped.

Sharp nails pushed his bangs back and he stopped the tears so he could look up to the demon without crying like a weakling. When he looked up he was welcomed with a soft smile but hurt was in Agiel's eyes. "Come on Furuichi, help us pack your things. Just grab the essentials. We'll grab anything else you need at the base."

In a matter of minutes everything he needed was in the demon's bags. Before he left with the duo he sent two messages. One to his mother and one to Oga.

Both containing lies on where he was going.

He just needed time to heal. Hopefully in time he would be able to look at the three delinquents without having a panic attack or screaming in horror for them to stop as memories of that night filled his vision.

He had to go so he could come back as his true self, not this current lookalike that cried every time he touched the scar trailing from each side of his stomach.