No matter how many times she goes to the hospital, the mental image of this normal girl getting really quirky characters visiting her never fails to make me chuckle
I was just thinking about this. Aku will probably shapeshift into a “normal human” nurse or doctor until he gets to the hospital room. Then he’ll freak her the fuck out with his actual appearance.
So this was what his daughter had to listen to every second of every day? Aku was enraged before but now he was infuriated.
“SHUT UP!”
he screamed at the hat’s voice. While it might have been right about him—he was certainly brimming with hatred and rage right now—it was dead wrong about Azura.
His attention snapped back to his daughter who now wielded a sword against her will. Despite all the hatred he felt for Black Hat, Aku was quickly beginning to realize that hatred would not help him accomplish anything here. All it would do was destabilize his connection to Azura and get him booted from her mind.
“Azura…” he spoke, willing calm back into his voice. Despite the weapon leveled at him, Aku made no effort to arm or shield himself from an attack.
“I know that he is loud and I know you are exhausted. When this is all over, I will take you back to your new bed and you can rest there for as long as you desire. And I will be there watching over you. But first, you must kick him aside and take back what is yours. Tell him he is NOT your master. The only master you have is you.”
The girl lunged at the demonic shogun, attempting to slash her gooey black sword across his chest. Aku could see her closing her eyes shut, grimacing as she made the attack. Was it out of grief? Or pain? Was it that she couldn’t bear to see her father figure to be defeated by the monster who had took over her body? To witness it first hand by her own two eyes?
No… it was his words she heard that plunged across her heart. He could see it. He could see that her attack barely missed him, her arms shaking. She was trying to fight back. Black Hat’s voice echoed through the space around the two figures, though it was the loudest in Azura’s mind, blasting in full volume.
“What’s this? Aku, making an attempt to be heroic? Don’t make me laugh! He’s just trying to make you weak with words of LOVE and AFFECTION, and I know better than anyone that you don’t need that, my dear. You’re far more stronger than that. Stronger than him, even. Listen to me instead~” A shadowy figure sporting a top hat loomed and leaned behind her, as if he was whispering directly into her ear, just to spite Aku more. She was flinching away, trying to reclaim the inner voice that she had lost in the abyss of the Hat’s own.
As a reflex to having swords brandished at him, Aku moved quickly away from the blade in Azura’s hands. He couldn’t be certain if it would do him actual harm here in the mindscape. Surely his physical being could mend itself but his physical being wasn’t here right now…
As the wicked voices swirled around them, the demon locked eyes with the shadowy figure of Black Hat that loomed behind Azura.
“I refuse to fight my daughter,” he spoke, glaring daggers at the fiend. But as he turned to Azura, his expression softened.
With a bow of his head, he knelt silently before her, surrendering himself to her blade. For a lingering moment, his eyes connected with hers. There was concern in his expression for her but there was also an unwavering confidence, both in her and in the decision he was making.
Then, lowering his head, he closed his eyes and waited.
Alysa came back into the room “Okay, I just got the water on so your tea should be ready in a little bit” She then notice Aku snuggled up under the blankets and proceeded to sit next to him.
“You feeling okay now?”
The lump under the blankets shuddered slightly and coughed. Was he hamming it up a bit to make her feel sorry for him? Probably, a little. But he was too exhausted to do much more than that.
“I will… with time.” He answered from beneath the covers. Outside, the storm continued to rage but the little demon was feeling safer now and his body was slowly beginning to mend.
He’s the one you can hear laughing 3 blocks away; who leaves a trail of destruction in his wake from sheer clumsiness; who gets aggressive at the slightest provocation and WILL start a fight; who somehow manages to set something on fire at least once; who eventually ends up at the bar with his head on the table mumbling and feeling sorry for himself.
His regular self, slightly more unstable.
Which is saying a lot, considering Aku is literally insane.
when someone drops a thread on me: Oh no they hate me/my writing/my character. I suck! I can never approach this person again. RIP. I mourn the loss of what could have been. Its been 7 months and I’m still mourning.
when i drop a thread on someone: oops… Let’s do a new thing!
The Shogun of Sorrow 