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One day, Chiyari was rolling up some blunts, as she normally does, when suddenly, Yuuma walked over to the usual spot of the blood pools that Chiyari hangs in. "HEY YARI! YOU WON'T BELIEVE THIS WILD-" She'd pause, noticing the Tenkajin rolling up some weed. Yuuma was confused, she had never ever seen weed before, nor even heard of it. "...What's that?" She'd ask Chiyari.
Chiyari's mouth would produce a lax smirk. "...Oh thiiiiiiiiiiiiiis? It's a thing caaaaaalled... weed. It's like... reaaaaaaaaaaal relaaaxing, Yuu... Wanna try it out?" Chiyari would respond with her nasally voice, drawing out words, as is her usual vocal quirk that Yuuma had grown accustomed to. Yuuma would stare at the weed for a moment... thinking for a moment. "What, is it like... oil or some shit?" She'd ask, Chiyari would think for a moment. "Uhhhhh... THC is like... a colorless oiiiil... not the kiiiind you're thiiiiiiinking of thoooough... Yuu..."
Yuuma heard no other words from Chiyari outside of it being a 'Colorless Oil,' and immediately wanted to eat that up. "HELL YEAH! Gimme that shit, Yari!" Yuuma shouts, immediately trying to grab the blunt from Chiyari's hand, which Chiyari promptly raised above her head to prevent Yuuma from grabbing it. "Duuuuuude... Love the enthusiasm but liiiiike... this shiiiiiit? It's not a starter straaaaaain..." Chiyari would say with a chuckle. Yuuma would pout. "It's fine! I'm the leader of the Gouyoku alliance, Yari, I can conquer pretty much anything! Including something as powerful as this..." Yuuma would trail off, forgetting "What did you call it?" She'd ask. "Weed." Chiyari would answer. "Yes, Weed. If I can handle the pure disgusting extract of the miseries of fossils, surely I'll be able to manage this pretty easy. It's just a plant!" She'd say, trying to coax Chiyari into giving her the blunt. Which... admittedly, Chiyari would fall for, as she didn't have the time to argue.
"Fiiiiiiiine" She'd sigh, before handing Yuuma the blunt. She'd look away to pull out her lighter. "Alriiiiiiight, so to smoke a bluuuuuuunt, you gotta-" She'd look back at Yuuma, who did not in fact, have a blunt in her hand. "...Yuu... where's the bluuuuuunt?" Chiyari asks. "...I eated it." Yuuma would say. "...You did what." Chiyari would say immediately, absolutely worried.
"It's fine, Yari! This... weed thing? It ain't doing nothing!" Yuuma would say with a mocking voice, as if to make fun of her friend's forewarning, before chortling. "This plant ain't shi-" Yuuma is immediately hit with one of the wildest highs of her life. Her pupils, usually appearing as a slit like a goat's, turn into massive spheres. The red color of her iris completely disappear beyond what should physically be possible. Even the white of her eyes, now turned red, had been struggling to keep it's territory from the invading black of her pupil.
'You Are what you eat, I show that far more than others' Yuuma had once told Chiyari, these words flooded into Chiyari's mind as she observed Yuuma in complete and utter fear as Yuuma begins to experience a high like no other. She had not just gotten high... She became the weed. In both spirit and mind. "...Duuuude... this shit is fire." Yuuma's body emitted a raspy voice as her form began to change into green. "...WHAAAAAT THE FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK?!" Chiyari would shout out as much as she could, as Yuuma ascended from hell, far pass the moon. Yuuma had reached Nirvana, nay, not nirvana. She had achieved perfect oneness with the Weed. She IS weed. She always will be weed. And always has been weed. From now to the moment onward. And all Chiyari could do now was weep, for such glory had burned into her eyes, her mind, just as she had burnt the tip of her blunts. Yuuma had never been a person, she had escaped the infinite cycle of Samsara, death and rebirth, from womb to the grave. The material had no longer been Yuuma's realm. Nor was it ever Yuuma's truly. For the act of simply eating weed had permanently changed the universe, a permanent cosmic scarring. Everything Yuuma had done was not, and everything she had never done was erased from possibility. The meaning of the name Yuuma had been gone to all, everyone's memory of her stricken clean just as the gaseous arm of a sage would strike a demon from a cycle for eternity.
Chiyari would weep, cry out the name of one which had not existed, had never existed, and would not exist, as her mind crumbles from the sheer absurd, from the mere act of gazing and remembering the impossible. Her mind burns as her memories reduce into the nothing. The very nothing which had consumed Yuuma, the very nothing of which consumed a third eye's lids once stitched together. Chiyari was unable to think, unable to move, unable to live or die, for what was she now? She who had experienced the impossible? She who had comprehended the incomprehensible from sheer chance?
The badger would return to nothingness. Just as the goat had. And there was nothing. Just as there always had been.