Title: Stitches
Written by: xX_Debitto_Xx
Plot: Jasdero and Debitto are both 8 years old. When Jasdero reads a book about spirits and demons he fears that the creatures will enter his body and possess him. To keep it from happening he comes up with and odd and painful solution....
Once more he made the needle pierce his lip and he strung the black thread through his lips. It was painful yes but he was determined to finish it. The blood that escaped from the punctures dripped onto the towel staining it with its rich, dark color. He would have to make sure to throw it in a pile later for an akuma to clean. As he sewed the last part of the string into his lip he cut the thread and sat the needle aside. Jasdero admired his handwork and was proud he didn't make to stitches to big or to small. "The bad things will never get me now... hee!" he thought grinning widely, but only for a second due to the pain in his now tender lips. He then wondered how Debitto would react to the newly implanted stitches.
"Maybe he won't notice hee..." Jasdero thought out loud. "Won't notice what?" Jasdero flinched hearing the curious voice of his older twin brother. He turned to him slowly covering his new stitches with the palm of his hand that was not blood soaked. "N-nothing brother... hee" Jasdero said meekly only to earn an even more curious look from Debitto. "Oh really? Then why are you covering your mouth?" the older twin reached to remove his younger twin's hand from his mouth. Jasdero tried to back away, but Debitto had seized him before he could get back far enough.
"Come on Jasdero lemme' see!" Debitto shouted struggling to move his brother's hand. "NO! DEBI DOESN'T NEED TO SEE! hee" Jasdero cried in protest. Debitto was forced to pin his brother down and use as much force as he could to remove the hand. He then stared down in shock. "Dero......" he mummbled looking at the stitches. He didn't know if he should be shocked, confused, or concerned. "Dero told Debi that he didn't need to see hee." Jasdero mummbled turning his head to look away. He awaited a scolding from his brother, but instead of anger his brother spoke with concern, "Dero does it hurt? Are you ok?" he lowered his voice to slightly above a whisper his soft, gold eyes gazing down on the blonde.
"Y-yeah Dero is ok...." the blonde said hoping this wasn't the calm before the storm. "Why did you do it?" his brother asked. "Cause Dero didn't want the demons to get into Dero's body hee... the demons would try to hurt Debi." Jasdero looked away not wanting to look at Debitto. He was surprised when Debitto hugged him tightly. "Silly Dero... I would never let any damn demons get inside you and manipulate you." his voice was warm, protective, and reassuring. "Debi...." Jasdero mummbled tears growing and spilling over his eye lid messing up his makeup as they streamed down his face. "Dero loves Debi hee." the blonde wailed clinging to his older twin. Debitto chuckled drying his little brother's tears and hugged him tight. "I love you to Jasdero."
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