The Cursed Ones

"I can't carry him, can I?" She said. "I know ya like carrying me only so sorry 'bout that." she added, giving him a kiss on the cheek winking. She turned to Tegoshi. "whats wrong with your hand?" she asked.

Tegoshi shrugged. "don't know.."

 

"wh-what?! No way!" he exclaimed.

Sharix giggled.

 

"...I can't." he said.

"You can't?" Sharix repeated.

 

"Well, I did find this." he said digging into his pocket with his normal hand. He held out the crystal.

"pretty!" Sharix said looking at it.

 

She smiled, unsurely.

Tegoshi tried turning his hand back, nothing happened. "Maybe it's..." he started. "um.. nevermind. I'm probably just weak or something." he said.

 

He gripped his hand into a fist. It turned back to a human's but once he opened it, it turned into a demon's. He sighed. "Let's just nevermind it. I really could just be getting weak." he said.

 

He chuckled. "riiiight." he said.

"I'll be able to fix your hand in a bit." Sharix said as she went over to him, wrapping bandages (those cloth ones) around his hand. "less suspicious." she smiled clipping the last bit together. "anytime ya wanna use it, just remove those bandages."

 

"No I'll be alright." he said as he remembered the vision he had a while ago. Maybe that was the reason...

Sharix looked at the two.

 

She stuck her tongue out playfully at him.

Tegoshi looked down, "well alright then." he said and went to a corner laying down there.

 

Sharix stood there, shocked. She started blushing.