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Witch au | In which Takemichi is a witch who lives alone in a forest. He settled down in a nice cottage and spent years, content with his immortal life.
One day, he opened his door to a basket. Takemichi frowned upon closer inspection, there's a baby inside it, tightly wrapped in a blanket and a note, messily scribbled with a "Izana" on it.
The baby was... quiet. Dark eyes curiously blinking, looking at Takemichi. Tiny hands reached up as he perked up a small smile.
How cute, Takemichi chuckled when the baby pulled a fistful of his hair, making him lean closer.
'Maybe I should take him in as my son. A company doesn't sound that bad, afterall,' he hummed to himself. That sounds like a wonderful plan, really.
Takemichi carried the basket and walked back into his cottage.
From that day on, the witch lived together with his son. Before the witch even knew, the child turned into a boy, and after springs, winters, the boy became a man.
Izana had all the talents for learning witchery, always enthusiastically watching everytime Takemichi brewed the potions, casts protection spells around the home, he watched it all with adoring eyes. It's cute and pleasant, how much Izana loved him.
Takemichi's smile faded when Izana walked out of the home. Slowly rubbing his temple, he muttered out, "I really shouldn't get too used to this."
That's the bitter truth. One day, Izana will leave his house, maybe find a pretty wife in his way and then settle down with his new family. And Takemichi will just wave farewell holding a smile, because who was he to stop it all?
Izana had his own life, that he knew. Still, he cant help the seeping anxiety every time the thought came into his mind.
He loves Izana, and that's why letting go felt so heavy. Another sigh came out. This felt foreign for him, so suddenly he reminisced about the past decades he spent with Hina. Ah, that's why it felt like a deja vu. The witch never forgets.
(Maybe it's time for him to research the potion for mortality. It's just the right time. At some point, spending forever without his son(?) felt empty)
That sounded just right.
He should put up a wall. Izana was too attached to him, it's no good, right? (One day, he will leave)
Takemichi closed his eyes and decided not to think about it. Tomorrow, he'll go through the library and search for the solution.
"Takemichi, what potion are you making this time?" Izana peered from behind, his hands making way around Takemichi's waist. The witch didn't bother pushing him off, but instead kept his eyes steady on the pot. Making sure he stir just the right amount, not to overmix.
"It's a surprise."
Izana looked at him with suspicion, "... It's nothing dangerous for you, right?"
Ah, Takemichi winced. He can't answer that— either way, he'd never tested it out before. Maybe he'll die on the spot after he drinks it, or maybe he'll just start to age like a human would. He's not sure. "Of course," he breathed out a lie.
They remained like that for a few more minutes in silence, before Izana spoke out. "You'll stay with me, right?"
"I will." But you will leave.
The potion was a murky black when it's done.
Takemichi bottled them down in small vials. The taste of a witch's downfall, mortality, he wondered how it'll taste like. Maybe he'll have it with tomorrow's breakfast.
Izana just watched him in silence as he left the room.
Sweet pancakes with honey topping. He loves it but when looking at the darkness residing in his mug (and it smells like shit too) even Takemichi can't help but to lose his appetite. He often had his breakfast before Izana, but somehow today Izana insisted on eating together.
He watched as Izana took a seat in front of him, ready to eat.
Takemichi was about to dig into his pancakes, before his eyes froze at the sight of Izana taking out a small vial of deep blue— potion of eternity, and poured the contents into his mug.
(There's no way he could have mistook it—! Takemichi will never forget that potion no matter how many decades have passed. It was his mistake, his worst creation. There's no way Izana would...)
He looked up, meeting Izana's smiling eye as he stirred the mug. "Well, Takemichi,"
"You'll spend eternity with me, right?"