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“So...” Karamatsu’s head lays low, fists tightly clamping on top of his shaking knees. “Is it feasible?”
Oh God, Buddha, whichever bearded old deity watching over his wretched soul and most likely regretting ever creating his existence-- what in the blazing flames of hell is he agreeing to?
The witch sitting across him lazily waves a gaunt, purple hand as she drops questionable ingredient after questionable ingredient into the small pot carefully sat over a stove, “You’re not asking for much, boy. I’ve heard stranger things-- absolutely distasteful requests from men far greater and more benevolent than you.”
That doesn’t make him feel any better. But it’s too late to back out now. He might -- might! -- already hate himself for having sinful thoughts, but he won’t waste the nice lady’s time or this opportunity to see what it’s like, to finally feel what his fantasies are like.
Karamatsu watches with that uncomfortable tug in his stomach as she reaches into the pot to gather the stretchy produce and mold it into different shapes. They eerily glow in the gloom of the treehouse; pinks, purples, greens, reds and yellows, all now rolling happily inside the round glass jar right in front of him.
Dream candies. Sweet and sour treats that will make his deepest, darkest wishes come true.
He hopes this won’t backfire spectacularly on him.
The witch’s thin lips open into a shark-like grin, “Do not underestimate my Talent, boy. There is a reason why Dekapan sent you to me. You wouldn’t come to me unless you’re desperate enough to kill a man. Aren’t you glad I’m willing to be your Fairy Godmother for a night?”
His mouth feels dry, lips chapped and bruised with how much he’s bitten them. Hidden bruises in the shape of deep scratches, bite marks, self-inflicted injuries lighting a fire in his blood with every insignificant move he makes.
“Very, Godmother.” Karamatsu holds the glass jar snug against his chest, already feeling as if he’s a man who can die happy now-- but not yet, not until he’s gotten a taste of it, of what she has to offer. “I could never ask for a superior demon to bargain with.”
｡･:*:･ﾟ★ *｡ﾟ: ･.
Whatever Chibita says to him when he gets back, Karamatsu doesn’t hear a word. Isn’t even paying attention to the world around him when he’s possessively carrying dozens more in his hands.
He scoots to his side of the room, the one he shares with his dearest friend, and yanks open the floorboards just big and spacious enough to hide the jar. He trusts Chibita not to snoop on his things, what little he has brought with him after that day...
He hums in contemplation. Which candies shall he take tonight? Maybe more than one? Patience and determination reaps its rewards, and Karamatsu has been waiting long enough, has come far enough to go all out with his first time.
A single precious candy for each precious brother, a single “dream” to bind them together in carnal sin, a single moment leading up to this, and all this for a steep price he’s willing to pay.
He changes into his pajamas, swallows five candies, and settles himself comfortably into his futon, a pair of broken sunglasses placed beside his pillow.