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Mitsuba dangled on Tsuchigomori's desk, kicking his legs. His expression was blank.
"What do you want?"
The pink haired blinked. "Oh, uh. Yeah..." The older supernatural scowled at him. Sighing, Mitsuba blushed slightly.
"Uh, can... Kou stay over in my boundary?"
Tsuchigomori took his pipe out of his mouth. "Why are you asking me this...? You planning on having sex or something?"
Mitsuba flushed red. "N-no...I uh mean......but u-uh..." Tsuguchimori stared at him. Inhaling, Mitsuba cupped his hands around his pink face. "T-THAT'S NOT THE POINT!!!"
Giving a sarcastic "uh huh", the teacher continued his work. "Listen, it's not my decision to make, kid. It's your boundary. Invite him over if you want. But..." Rolling back in his chair, he put a hand on Mitsuba's shoulder.
"If you do take the next step, be safe, okay?"
Mitsuba blushed slightly. "Uh okay..." Making a pouty face, he mumbled. "It's none of your business.... We aren't doing anything anyway..."
Smirking, Tsuchigomori inhaled on his pipe. "I'm just trying to be your sensei..." The pink haired boy crossed his arms.
"I do actually need your help though..."
"With what? I thought you were sooooo prepared and didn't need shit." The older supernatural chuckled dryly as Mitsuba huffed. "My... boundary is kinda of...messy... and I'm not good with cleaning..." Tsuguchimori stared at him. "Why is that a problem?" Mitsuba scowled. "I want Kou to feel comfortable, dumbass!!"
Tsuchigomori scrunched his face. "I've changed my mind. You are being a jerky teenager, so I won't help you."
Mitsuba looked like he was going to cry. "P-please??" Tsuchigomori couldn't say no to that pitiful face. "Ugh okay. Find number seven, he'll help you clean." Mitsuba grinned. "Yaaay!!"
Tsuchigomori sighed. 'Kids these days are insane...'
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Hanako looked at Mitsuba in disgust. "Y'know, I don't have all the time in the world. I can't just clean boundaries whenever I'm asked to..."
Mitsuba whimpered. "P-please??" Hanako sighed. "Fiiiine...you owe me one though..."
Grabbing The ghost by his collar, Mitsuba dragged him into a mirror. "OK LET'S GO NOW!!!"
Hanako was thrown onto the floor, grumbling. "It can't be that bad- OH MY GODS!!" The black haired boy scrambled back from the horrific mess before him
Hands wriggled from the ground, playing with each other or doing random crap. Clothes and makeup were scattered randomly, and a twin sized bed sat unmade in the corner. The worst part of it all, was a group of mokke burning trash in the middle of the room.
"WHAT IS GOING ON?! WHAT ARE THE MOKKE DOING?!" Hanako's eyes were glued to the chaos. Mitsuba giggled weakly.
"Uh, it's a society of mokke...they kind of threatened to... do things to me if I didn't let them hang in my boundary..."
A mokke wobbled up to Hanako. "Greetings, number seven. I see you have discovered our base, so you must now die." Several mokke started to throw burning trash at Hanako, chanting 'die'.
"Ah! What the hell?! Number three! I can't help you!! This is literally chaos!!"
Mitsuba sniffled. Wiping his eyes, he made whimpering sounds. "I-I'm sorry....I didn't realize it w-was this b-bad...hic!" Waving his hand, fat tears dribbled down his cheeks.
Hanako couldn't stand it. He had to help this pitiful mess. Giving The supernatural an awkward pat on the back, he sighed. "I'll help you...I guess..."
Mitsuba plopped on Hanako, squeezing him into a hug. "Eugh...uh..." Mitsuba's wet face and runny nose smushed against the ghost's uniform.
Discreetly pushing the supernatural off of him, Hanako wiped the filth off his jacket. "Well, we should get started, shouldn't we?" The pink haired boy nodded enthusiastically.
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After they had sorted clothes, washed laundry, sweeped, and more, the two were officially exhausted.
"Haaaaah..." Mitsuba sighed. Hanako stood up. "We have one more job..." Glancing at the mokke, Mitsuba shuddered. "We-we can't get rid of them! They'll... they'll..."
Hanako stared intensely at the pink haired boy. "What will they do, number three?"
Mitsuba sniffed, and his voice went quiet. "They'll blackmail me..." Hanako groaned. "HOW THE HELL ARE THEY GOING TO BLACKMAIL YOU?!" The pink haired boy curled up. "I don't wanna talk about it..."
The ghost sighed. "Don't let those squishy bastards pick on you. Let's get rid of them."
Walking up to the mokke, Hanako swung his knife back and forth. "Who is the leader here?"
They stared at the boys for a while, before parting into a semicircle. In the middle sat a purple mokke. "Ah, greetings. Welcome to our society."
Hanako shrugged. "If you want to call it that, looks more like a cult to me."
The purple creature hobbled over to Mitsuba. "What is your business, number three? Don't you forget we have a deal?" Mitsuba gulped.
"Y'know, you shouldn't bully a school mystery. Even if they are pathetic." Hanako pointed his knife at the mokke.
Mitsuba scowled. "I'm not pathetic!!" The purple mokke hopped over to Mitsuba. "Number three, what is your business?"
Hanako shrugged. "I would like you to leave this boundary, before anyone gets hurt. Okay?~" The mokke scoffed. "Ahh yes, number three. I guess It'll have to come to this. Bring out the shirt."
As Mitsuba wailed, a clump of mokke appeared, carrying a black T-shirt. Hanako stared at it. "What the hell am I looking at?" The purple creature swung it's ears around.
"This is our weapon." Mitsuba shrieked. "NOOOOO AURGHHH!!!" The black haired ghost was officially confused. Why was Mitsuba so afraid of this... shirt. The mokke laughed.
"Number three, it has come to this. The whole school shall know, via broadcasting...."
Hanako groaned. "They shall know you sniff and salivate over the shirt the exorcist boy left..." The mokke triumphantly hopped on Mitsuba. "...EVERY NIGHT!!!"
The pink haired boy sobbed. Hanako glanced back and forth between the chaos. A group of chanting mokke, and a crying supernatural. With a swipe of his knife, Hanako ran towards the mokke. "You shouldn't mess with me...get out." The purple leader sighed, and lead it's group out of the boundary.
"We'll be back... with better blackmail..."
Hanako put a hand awkward on Mitsuba's head, ruffling his hair. "Hey...uh I won't tell anyone..." Mitsuba sniffled. "Y-you won't tell anyone that I sniff Kou's s-shirt?"
Hanako nodded. "Yeah, even though it's creepy."
Mitsuba looked around. "We cleaned a lot." With a twirl of his finger, Hanako grinned. "Yup! Now it's time for you to get ready for your date!"
Hanako whispered something to a hakujoudai, and sent it off. Mitsuba blinked. "What are you doing?" Hanako gave a sly smile.
"Bringing Yashiro, she'll help you get ready!"
Mitsuba scoffed. "I'm perfectly capable on my own!" Hanako sighed. "But it's more fun like this!"