Ship: Murasakibara/Himuro (& Alex) Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED Word Count: 444
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“Why’d he go to a Christian high school, anyway?” says Atsushi.
Alex sighs. Tatsuya’s soul is swirling around in its jar; she’s going to need to reconstruct his body now and that takes fucking work. It’s not like demons can automatically create physical forms, especially not when they’ve inhabited one for so long the way Tatsuya has that it’s become part of the way they view themselves, part of the way others view them. Tatsuya had made it through two years of Christian high school, yes, but he’d aroused the suspicion of a certain priest who’d chased him across the ocean in an attempt to exorcize the body. The damn fool hadn’t realized that the body was Tatsuya’s creation; there had never been some pure original Tatsuya Himuro who would awaken once Tatsuya’s soul had been taken out.
Demons aren’t so forgiving; until someone has wronged them or unless they’re under orders from a human master they can’t harm humans, but now Tatsuya’s got full range to exact his revenge, no longer bound by a certain section of magical restrictions. If they can restore him, which. Alex hasn’t done anything like this in a very long time.
“Tatsuya likes a challenge,” Alex says, glancing pointedly at his soul in the jar.
Without concrete form, it can’t show the fake contrition that Tatsuya loves so much, and fuck. They need him back.
“Did his physical form leave anything?”
Atsushi sighs and reaches into his pocket. The finger, the original finger grafted to the magic, the closest to a real Tatsuya Himuro that there ever would be. The ring, its protections not enough for whatever nasty spell the priest had come up with. She’s probably going to need Taiga for this, too. And a lot of water.
“Is it,” says Atsushi, and then he bites his lip.
Alex has never seen Atsushi truly worried before, but she can tell the emotion when she sees it, the way he sets down the soul jar so tenderly. Tatsuya can say all he want about how demons shouldn’t be loved, but the counterpoint continues to be proven every day, and not just by her. She pats Atsushi’s shoulder.
“Don’t worry. We’ll have Tatsuya back in no time.”
Atsushi nods, halting but determined and sure. Alex fishes out her phone to text Taiga; the explanation can wait until he’s here. Until now, they can watch Tatsuya on the table and gather everything they need (thankfully, spellbooks are all on the internet now so she doesn’t have to wait; the longer between the destruction and reconstruction, the less effective it is). And then they’ll have him back, physical form and all.
FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 444
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“Why’d he go to a Christian high school, anyway?” says Atsushi.
Alex sighs. Tatsuya’s soul is swirling around in its jar; she’s going to need to reconstruct his body now and that takes fucking work. It’s not like demons can automatically create physical forms, especially not when they’ve inhabited one for so long the way Tatsuya has that it’s become part of the way they view themselves, part of the way others view them. Tatsuya had made it through two years of Christian high school, yes, but he’d aroused the suspicion of a certain priest who’d chased him across the ocean in an attempt to exorcize the body. The damn fool hadn’t realized that the body was Tatsuya’s creation; there had never been some pure original Tatsuya Himuro who would awaken once Tatsuya’s soul had been taken out.
Demons aren’t so forgiving; until someone has wronged them or unless they’re under orders from a human master they can’t harm humans, but now Tatsuya’s got full range to exact his revenge, no longer bound by a certain section of magical restrictions. If they can restore him, which. Alex hasn’t done anything like this in a very long time.
“Tatsuya likes a challenge,” Alex says, glancing pointedly at his soul in the jar.
Without concrete form, it can’t show the fake contrition that Tatsuya loves so much, and fuck. They need him back.
“Did his physical form leave anything?”
Atsushi sighs and reaches into his pocket. The finger, the original finger grafted to the magic, the closest to a real Tatsuya Himuro that there ever would be. The ring, its protections not enough for whatever nasty spell the priest had come up with. She’s probably going to need Taiga for this, too. And a lot of water.
“Is it,” says Atsushi, and then he bites his lip.
Alex has never seen Atsushi truly worried before, but she can tell the emotion when she sees it, the way he sets down the soul jar so tenderly. Tatsuya can say all he want about how demons shouldn’t be loved, but the counterpoint continues to be proven every day, and not just by her. She pats Atsushi’s shoulder.
“Don’t worry. We’ll have Tatsuya back in no time.”
Atsushi nods, halting but determined and sure. Alex fishes out her phone to text Taiga; the explanation can wait until he’s here. Until now, they can watch Tatsuya on the table and gather everything they need (thankfully, spellbooks are all on the internet now so she doesn’t have to wait; the longer between the destruction and reconstruction, the less effective it is). And then they’ll have him back, physical form and all.