Adachi didn’t remember much.
He remembered waking up feeling sluggish, like he was hungover after a noght of heavy drinking. He remembered Izanami holding him close, pressing soft kisses to his skin and running her fingers through his hair. He remembered her smiling at him, soft and warm, before falling asleep again.
So how had he ended up here, in a place enveloped with fog and a blocky red path in front of him, with a familiar voice murmuring in his ear?
“Keijisan...” the voice whispered.
“Forgive me. I have taken every measure I can to ensure your safety. I’m sorry,�� the voice murmured.
“I love you.”
It was an odd feeling, having your body taken over by something.
Possession didn’t hurt, he found. It ached for a moment, but then it dullled and left an oddly hollow feeling in its wake.
He was back in the fog, floating this time. There was no path, but the voice was still there- indubitably Izanami's.
He felt her hands on his skin, holding him close and keeping him from moving.
He heard her voice in his ear, assuring him everything would be alright.
“Relax your body, keijisan. It starts to hurt if you don't,” she would murmur, pressing kisses to his lips and mussing up his hair with her fingers.
“I will keep your body safe. When you return to yourself, you will be unharmed. I swear it,” she promised, breath warm against his skin. She hugged him closer and he swore he could hear her heartbeat.
“I’m so sorry,” she would say, voice wavering with guilt. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t tell you, and now you’re-”
He wanted to move, to hug her back and brush her hair away from her face and kiss her until she stopped apologizing.
Her hand on the back of his neck was comforting. It grounded him to her, kept his mind from drifting into the fog never to be found again. It kept him there with her, listening to her words and yearning to hold her.
It drove him mad not being able to move.
When he came to again, he was barely aware of the words coming out of his mouth, or what his body was doing. Maybe Izanami was helping him, guiding him through what to say and do until Narukami and his punkass partner Hanamura hauled him through Magatsu Inaba like he couldn’t walk on his own.
He was hospitalized, just to make sure nothing was wrong with his body after being possessed by a fragment of a primordial death goddess.
His hunger had returned. His thoughts drifted back to her as he laid there in that hospital bed, unvisited and uncared for except the doctors.
He could still feel her hands on his skin, her lips on his, her words echoing in his ears.
She had apologized for this. She had told him she loved him.
She had protected him from getting hurt by Ameno-Sagiri’s possession.
He knew he was in no position to hunger. But he couldn’t help it.
He was Hunger and Emptiness, after all. Wanting was in his nature.
IZANAMI POSSESSING ADACHI?? TO PROTECT HIM??? MAV WHAT POSSESED (haha) YOU TO WRITE THIS
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